Frustrating (unfinished!)
When two people spent enough time with each other, sometimes they start to have feelings for each other, feelings they never even thought they’d had. These two people would start to feel more comfortable and safe around each other, they would start to spend more time together and a lot of skinship would happen between them. The bad thing is that normally these two people barely realize what’s happening when it starts. They would start wondering and questioning and when they realize what’s the reason for these weird new feelings they start avoiding the other one, making them both feel bad and awkward all the time. These two people both know that they should talk with each other but at the same time they both think that the other would hate them for what they think, what they feel. So they keep their mouths shut and continue living uncomfortable like that.
It needs one of them to make the first step so when Chansung corners Nichkhun in the changing room after practice when everyone else had already left the air in the room seemed thicker and hotter then usual and both young man suddenly find it hard to breathe.
“Hyung?”
Nichkhun was standing there with his back facing the youngest, digging through his bag, pretending that he was looking for something.
“Nichkhun…”
Nichkhun pulled a pair of black jeans out of his bag, getting out of his grey sweat pants and putting on the jeans. Pulling his t-shirt over his head he suddenly felt a cold hand on his bare shoulder and he turned his head.
“Chansung. Did you say something?”
Chansung sighed and shook his head, letting go of his hyung’s shoulder and changing into his own grey jeans. Looking at Nichkhun every few seconds he was thinking frantically before turning around at him again.
“Nichkhun, what is this between us?”
“What do you mean…?”
Nichkhun slowly turned around, obviously faking his smile because his lips where trembling and his smile didn’t reach his dark eyes. Chansung scratched the back of his head.
“I don’t know… why are we like this around each other? Did something happen that I don’t remember? Did I do something wrong?”
“No…”, Nichkhun sighed, playing with the hem of his oversized hoodie. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you’re perfect…”
“Perfect?”
Nichkhun flinched, looking at his watch.
“Aish-! We better hurry up or the guys will make up naughty things in their heads…”
They hurried down the stairs and quickly into the van that would bring them back to the dorm, droven by Minjae. Receiving obvious glances from their fellow bandmembers they remained silent, Nichkhun’s face a solid mask of deadness when he was typing away on his phone while Chansung showed obvious signs of confusion.
Naughty things… what did his hyung mean? He shifted around a little, searching for a more comfortable position while Wooyoung was sleeping soundly with his head on his shoulder. Chansung searched for Nichkhun, finding him on the front seat next to Minjae. He watched the streetlights lighting up Nichkhun’s face, reflecting in his dark eyes whenever he looked up from time to time. Biting his lower lip, he turned his head looking out of the window.
Naughty things. Still wondering why these words kept replaying in his head he thought of the way Nichkhun's skin felt under his finger, his lean muscles when he took of his shirt, his sweaty skin when he had to hold him during a complicated acrobatic-move. He sighed loud enough to draw Jaebeom's attention. The leader looked up from his cell phone, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
"Something's wrong Chansung?"
Chansung saw Nichkhun flinch in his seat but his eyes remained glued to the cell phone screen and Chansung shrugged, looking back at Jaebeom.
"I don't know... I'm tired I think."
"We're all tired, but luckily we're at home soon..."
The van stopped in front of the dorm and they quickly climbed out, hurrying towards the elevator. Nichkhun closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, groaning deeply and leaning his head back against the mirror.
"Goddamn I'm so fucked up."
Both Jaebeom and Taekyeon grinned while the other could only guess Nichkhun's words. When the Thai Prince was too tired there was no use of talking to him in Korean, his sentences would barely make any sense. Jaebeom nodded towards the door when it opened, observing his "kiddos" as the practically fell out of the elevator and into their apartment.