Songstress
Title: Songstress 1/?
Genre: (Undecided)
Pairing: Junho/Nichkhun
Summary: Nichkhun boards a cruise ship just for the pleasure of the ride to find himself meeting someone who not only denies him of what he always gets, but to give him more than just a pleasurably cruise. Set in 1900s.
Author's Notes: Yes, I know songstress is a female but I choose this and this is in parts because I haven't thought of an ending yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Casually boarding the large vessel before him, Nichkhun acted as if it was just another day, stepping onto a normal sized boat but it wasn't the case. A huge crowd of people swarmed around the docks, marvelling the magnitude of the cruise ship that only the riches of people seemed to be boarding. It was one of the most elegant and colossal ships that anyone had seen in that time and the first time that it had arrived on the coast of Thailand. The boat itself had sailed from Korea and Nichkhun himself was proud to say that he could write, speak and understand the language with no problem.
He nodded his head to the sailors as he stepped onto the balcony, finally on the ship before looking out towards the docks, seeing people waving and a few shouting to others aboard the ship. The slight pinch in his chest was the feeling on not being able to wave or say goodbye to anyone there on the ground but it didn't bother him as he was used to feeling alone and sometimes he enjoyed it rather than company. He figured, once immersing himself in the groups abroad, that he'd wiggle himself into pleasing crowd and that loneliness would fade.
With his luggage already brought to the lodging, he headed to the luxurious looking room to unpack and settle in. He had enough outfits to last him the week and a half the the voyage would last and he wondered to himself if they did the passengers' laundry. Not letting the question dwell, his stomach growled at him, making him glance at the clock next to his bed. “Looks like it's time to mingle.”
Nichkhun kept his pace slow as he wandered towards the dining hall of the ship, his eyes taking in the high ceiling and large open spaces where people gathered in different areas, talking amongst themselves. He knew what kind of people accepted him but with different cultures all joined in one room, he found himself in a bit of trouble.
The look must've been obvious on his face because he felt a pat on his arm, his head bowing once a larger, balding man smiled and offered him the chair next to him. Nichkhun smiled and took the seat, sitting himself down. His lips twitched as the man's accent came through his foreigner pronunciation, “Forgive me if I'm being rude, but you're Thai, aren't you?”
Nichkhun could tell by looking at his company that the people surrounding him had boarded in Korea, “Yes, but if you would like, I could speak to you in Korean.”
The entire table lit up in awe as the fluent Korean drifted from his lips as if he was in the nationality himself. The older man nodded his head with a large smile, “If you would, that would please me very much.”
His company mostly listened to his stories about Thailand, the girls giggling and staring at him in fascination while occasionally turning his attention to politics to please his male party. The food was brought out in the middle of their conversation and Nichkhun had completely forgotten about his hungry stomach until the small bowl of soup and a side salad was brought out to him. Stage crew started to prepare and the people around him began to talk about the younger performer that was about to sing for them, mentioning that they were young and the crowd was surprised that they'd allow such a person to sing on a cruise when it wasn't the norm.
Nichkhun was confused as to why they would say these things, regretting not being more observant but then he didn't remember seeing boards with the singer's name and photo on it around the room when he first stepped in.
The lights began to dim and the room politely ate their starters as the host introduced the singer, making Nichkhun's mind boggle for a moment, the name sounding oddly masculine. He smiled as the singer stepped onto the small stage, happy to find himself right but a little startled to see a male standing with the microphone in his hand.
“They don't normally have male singers on a cruise,” the old man stated, not sure if he was pleased or appalled with the figure.
With the moments hesitation from male singer, Nichkhun had a second to let his eyes wander over the form, taking in his slightly smaller stature but firm looking body. His eyes seemed to disappear as he smiled while he spoke to the audience, his thick lips lifting before he bowed and the music started to softly play. As if Nichkhun didn't already find him visibly captivating, a smooth, velvety voice soon slipped into his ears and he stared, transfixed on the male under the soft spotlights.
He now knew why they had given this person a chance to sing and he glanced around to see the room astounded with the sweet, soft melody drifting around the room. Nichkhun felt goosebumps prickling his skin as the male's voice grew a bit louder and the velvet wrapped around his body, his eyes almost glazing over as one thought filled his mind, 'I have to have him.'
Dinner had soon been forgotten and when the soloist had stopped singing, people sat up and blinked as if waking up and coming out of their dream. “My my, he's quite good,” the old man said, turning to Nichkhun to realize that the young Thai was gone.
“Here,” Nichkhun offered a glass of water and a towel to the young singer who smiled and accepted it politely.
“Thank you. Did you enjoy the show?”
With a nod and a smile, Nichkhun nodded before offering his hand, “Yes, I did. My name is Nichkhun.”
“Lee Junho,” the male smiled, happy to find the other speaking fluent Korean. “It's nice to meet you.”
He shook Nichkhun's hand before the taller male offered to buy him a drink at the bar. Junho accepted, seating himself on the stool all while smiling.
Nichkhun could see the other male's body starting to sway a little after a few drinks, a small grin spreading on his lips. “You look like you could use a rest, let me escort you back to your room.”
When Junho stumbled off his stool, the tall male smiled wide, wrapping his arm around the other male's waist, surprised to find it well toned under his fingertips. He helped the Korean down the hallway before Junho stopped and pressed his hand to Nichkhun's chest. “I-I forgot where my room was.”
He was mischievous in his ways and he knew just the right amount of alcohol to make anyone forget where they were or what they were doing. Nichkhun had been leading Junho down his own hallway, setting the small male into confusion, “It's okay, my room is just around the corner. I'll take you there.”
Without fumbling, he stuck the key into the lock and opened the door, allowing Junho into his room and locking the door again behind him. He lead the other male into the room and laid him down on the bed before he slowly crawled on top of him. Nichkhun began to pull out the first few buttons on Junho's shirt, the smaller male almost completely passed out as heat radiated from his body.
He felt the cool air on his hot skin, his eyes fluttering open to see the Thai hovering over him with lust filled eyes. “W-wait,” Junho gasped as he reached out and grabbed the other male's hand weakly.
“Just relax...”
Junho shook his head and kept his eyes on the boy over him, his breathing slightly quickened from the effect of the alcohol. “I don't want t-this...”
Nichkhun leaned back from the words, his brow raised, “Pardon? Isn't this..?”
The smaller male's eyes widened as he sat himself up, “I'm a singer, not a prostitute.” He shoved Nichkhun off of him and used all his willpower to get off the bed, leaving the Thai stupefied in the room.
Genre: (Undecided)
Pairing: Junho/Nichkhun
Summary: Nichkhun boards a cruise ship just for the pleasure of the ride to find himself meeting someone who not only denies him of what he always gets, but to give him more than just a pleasurably cruise. Set in 1900s.
Author's Notes: Yes, I know songstress is a female but I choose this and this is in parts because I haven't thought of an ending yet.
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM
Casually boarding the large vessel before him, Nichkhun acted as if it was just another day, stepping onto a normal sized boat but it wasn't the case. A huge crowd of people swarmed around the docks, marvelling the magnitude of the cruise ship that only the riches of people seemed to be boarding. It was one of the most elegant and colossal ships that anyone had seen in that time and the first time that it had arrived on the coast of Thailand. The boat itself had sailed from Korea and Nichkhun himself was proud to say that he could write, speak and understand the language with no problem.
He nodded his head to the sailors as he stepped onto the balcony, finally on the ship before looking out towards the docks, seeing people waving and a few shouting to others aboard the ship. The slight pinch in his chest was the feeling on not being able to wave or say goodbye to anyone there on the ground but it didn't bother him as he was used to feeling alone and sometimes he enjoyed it rather than company. He figured, once immersing himself in the groups abroad, that he'd wiggle himself into pleasing crowd and that loneliness would fade.
With his luggage already brought to the lodging, he headed to the luxurious looking room to unpack and settle in. He had enough outfits to last him the week and a half the the voyage would last and he wondered to himself if they did the passengers' laundry. Not letting the question dwell, his stomach growled at him, making him glance at the clock next to his bed. “Looks like it's time to mingle.”
Nichkhun kept his pace slow as he wandered towards the dining hall of the ship, his eyes taking in the high ceiling and large open spaces where people gathered in different areas, talking amongst themselves. He knew what kind of people accepted him but with different cultures all joined in one room, he found himself in a bit of trouble.
The look must've been obvious on his face because he felt a pat on his arm, his head bowing once a larger, balding man smiled and offered him the chair next to him. Nichkhun smiled and took the seat, sitting himself down. His lips twitched as the man's accent came through his foreigner pronunciation, “Forgive me if I'm being rude, but you're Thai, aren't you?”
Nichkhun could tell by looking at his company that the people surrounding him had boarded in Korea, “Yes, but if you would like, I could speak to you in Korean.”
The entire table lit up in awe as the fluent Korean drifted from his lips as if he was in the nationality himself. The older man nodded his head with a large smile, “If you would, that would please me very much.”
His company mostly listened to his stories about Thailand, the girls giggling and staring at him in fascination while occasionally turning his attention to politics to please his male party. The food was brought out in the middle of their conversation and Nichkhun had completely forgotten about his hungry stomach until the small bowl of soup and a side salad was brought out to him. Stage crew started to prepare and the people around him began to talk about the younger performer that was about to sing for them, mentioning that they were young and the crowd was surprised that they'd allow such a person to sing on a cruise when it wasn't the norm.
Nichkhun was confused as to why they would say these things, regretting not being more observant but then he didn't remember seeing boards with the singer's name and photo on it around the room when he first stepped in.
The lights began to dim and the room politely ate their starters as the host introduced the singer, making Nichkhun's mind boggle for a moment, the name sounding oddly masculine. He smiled as the singer stepped onto the small stage, happy to find himself right but a little startled to see a male standing with the microphone in his hand.
“They don't normally have male singers on a cruise,” the old man stated, not sure if he was pleased or appalled with the figure.
With the moments hesitation from male singer, Nichkhun had a second to let his eyes wander over the form, taking in his slightly smaller stature but firm looking body. His eyes seemed to disappear as he smiled while he spoke to the audience, his thick lips lifting before he bowed and the music started to softly play. As if Nichkhun didn't already find him visibly captivating, a smooth, velvety voice soon slipped into his ears and he stared, transfixed on the male under the soft spotlights.
He now knew why they had given this person a chance to sing and he glanced around to see the room astounded with the sweet, soft melody drifting around the room. Nichkhun felt goosebumps prickling his skin as the male's voice grew a bit louder and the velvet wrapped around his body, his eyes almost glazing over as one thought filled his mind, 'I have to have him.'
Dinner had soon been forgotten and when the soloist had stopped singing, people sat up and blinked as if waking up and coming out of their dream. “My my, he's quite good,” the old man said, turning to Nichkhun to realize that the young Thai was gone.
“Here,” Nichkhun offered a glass of water and a towel to the young singer who smiled and accepted it politely.
“Thank you. Did you enjoy the show?”
With a nod and a smile, Nichkhun nodded before offering his hand, “Yes, I did. My name is Nichkhun.”
“Lee Junho,” the male smiled, happy to find the other speaking fluent Korean. “It's nice to meet you.”
He shook Nichkhun's hand before the taller male offered to buy him a drink at the bar. Junho accepted, seating himself on the stool all while smiling.
Nichkhun could see the other male's body starting to sway a little after a few drinks, a small grin spreading on his lips. “You look like you could use a rest, let me escort you back to your room.”
When Junho stumbled off his stool, the tall male smiled wide, wrapping his arm around the other male's waist, surprised to find it well toned under his fingertips. He helped the Korean down the hallway before Junho stopped and pressed his hand to Nichkhun's chest. “I-I forgot where my room was.”
He was mischievous in his ways and he knew just the right amount of alcohol to make anyone forget where they were or what they were doing. Nichkhun had been leading Junho down his own hallway, setting the small male into confusion, “It's okay, my room is just around the corner. I'll take you there.”
Without fumbling, he stuck the key into the lock and opened the door, allowing Junho into his room and locking the door again behind him. He lead the other male into the room and laid him down on the bed before he slowly crawled on top of him. Nichkhun began to pull out the first few buttons on Junho's shirt, the smaller male almost completely passed out as heat radiated from his body.
He felt the cool air on his hot skin, his eyes fluttering open to see the Thai hovering over him with lust filled eyes. “W-wait,” Junho gasped as he reached out and grabbed the other male's hand weakly.
“Just relax...”
Junho shook his head and kept his eyes on the boy over him, his breathing slightly quickened from the effect of the alcohol. “I don't want t-this...”
Nichkhun leaned back from the words, his brow raised, “Pardon? Isn't this..?”
The smaller male's eyes widened as he sat himself up, “I'm a singer, not a prostitute.” He shoved Nichkhun off of him and used all his willpower to get off the bed, leaving the Thai stupefied in the room.