Ugly [Oneshot]
Title : Ugly
Fandom : 2Pm
Pairing : Khunyoung
Raiting : PG
Genre : Romance
Words : 5398
Summary : Nickhun is perfect - its an established fact - but when Nickhun himself claims to be ugly, Wooyoung can't help but be dragged into the twisted existance of Nickhun under the polished surface.
A/N - Inspired by the 2NE1 song of the same name. I wrote this a while back and I'm not quite sure how it ended up ending like it has - thats what happens when you start writing a story you half plan. PLEASE READ & comments make me happy :)
Wooyoung had always known the idea that all man was born equal was the biggest lie ever composed. Men were not born equal. People are born gorgeous and people are born ugly. People are born with natural intelligence while others work relentlessly yet achieve abysmal academic success. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth while others are born with absolutely nothing, or less. So whoever the idiot was who conjured up the obviously unachievable belief of equality was without a doubt delusional. Well that’s how Wooyoung saw things.
However it was not too hard to believe Wooyoung’s view when he looked around his school cafeteria on an average school day. Especially if the one Wooyoung observed was Nickhun - the resident ‘prince’ of the school. Nickhun was a prime example of the lack of equality in the world. He was born into the richest family in Thailand and was constantly top of the class despite showing no impression that he ever sat down for a long hard study session. Not to mention he was undeniably gorgeous. Countless girls and boys had fallen for the foreigners deep chocolate eyes that sparkled with delight at the simplest of things, and that were complemented by perfectly disheveled blond hair that reached down to frame his gaze. Plus who could say ‘no’ to such a beauty when he smiled that smile that emanated naïve innocence like that of a puppy that is still a few weeks old. Despite his obvious superiority to all members of the student body, and well the entire human race, he never once displayed an ounce of arrogance. He was perfection. It was this perfection that made him the object of the affection all females and some males in all of Seoul.
Wooyoung couldn’t help be jealous of the unchallenged popularity of the boy as he sat eating his lunch surrounded by his closest friends; Junsu, Junho, Taecyeon and Changsung. He so desperately wished that he could have been born with those looks, that intelligence, all that money and that faultless personality. He knew he was ugly but he managed to last through aegyo and funny expressions. He lacked the saint-like personality of the prince, but he instead flaunted his sense of humor to gain the acceptance all teenagers ached for. He also worked hard to scrape by in school and earn money so he could afford the items that teenagers all just ‘had to have’ because everyone else did. Thanks to his effort he was popular among his circle of friends; however he was a no one in terms of the entire school year hierarchy. Wooyoung was satisfied though - it was better than nothing. However deep inside him resided something he would never admit to anyone else - he hardly admitted it to himself; He wished he could be Nickhun. One day would be enough, because from where he sat the grass really did look greener on the other side.
“Yah, Younggie why are you staring at Nickhun like that?” Junho broke through his thoughts.
“You’ve been staring at him for like ten minutes - I thought you were brain dead or some shit like that.” Junsu chimed in.
“You in love with him or something? That would explain why you’ve never had a girl - ever!” Taecyeon chuckled to himself.
“Fuck off! I’m not like you and Jaebeom.”
“Yah! We’re just friends - why are you always like that?”
“Suuuure.” The whole table droned as Taecyeon was unable to hide the slight reddening of his cheeks at the mention of Jaebeom. He really was the worst liar ever. However Wooyoung was able to push his feelings of inadequacy to the back of his mind and forget all about Nickhun because of it; his friends are really the best.
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Last period that day was Gym - Wooyoung’s worst and most hated subject ever. Unluckily for him his school for some reason decided that is was compulsory for all students to run around sweating and panting while some army officer-like ‘coach’ barked stuff at them. Wooyoung really couldn’t understand how their Gym teacher had ever got the post as he looked as if he hadn’t done a day of exercise in his entire life. When he thought about it Wooyoung realized that he’d never seen the coach move from his red plastic chair that sat in the corner, ever.
Wooyoung sighed to himself; today was a particularly bad day since it was the last lesson before the weekend and the coach always took it upon himself to sadistically torment them even more than he normally would. Also he was in this Gym class too. The boy that made everyone ‘ooo’ and ‘aaah’ while he displayed his unmatchable athletic skills. The boy that made everyone stare in awe at his body that became even more gorgeous when glistening due to the film of perspiration that enveloped it. Everyone else just looked to disgusting as one should when their bright red and sweating profusely - Wooyoung himself looked like a tomato.
However today’s lesson was entirely different from all those that had preceded it from the moment it started. When he walked in Wooyoung saw Nickhun sitting off at the benches at the side; this meant there’d be no displays of amazing athleticism today. This also meant the coach would be even more vicious. Wooyoung groaned in anticipation of the horrible grueling period to come.
‘Today we’re doing laps,’ the coach barked from the corner, ’No stopping all lesson or you’ll have to come in every lunch time next week to run some more to make up for your lazy incompetence.’
Wooyoung wanted to yell back ‘I’d like to see you run all those laps, let alone one,’ but he held in his frustrated quip. He started jogging and right from the start he could feel that familiar burning sensation exercise bestowed upon him. Tomorrow he doubted that he’d be able to leave his bed at all.
While jogging, his mind started to wander. It made its way all the way over to the person sitting idly on the bench not taking part in the pain fest everyone else was. Why was he excused from Gym? Wooyoung couldn’t help but wonder what the reason could be. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he kept running straight. He kept running right until he smashed head first into the wall. Well shit, he couldn’t style this one out - especially when black spots started appearing in his vision. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the coach sprinting over. So he can run after all.
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He came to half a minute later. As he wearily opened his eyes he got an unwanted close up view up the nose of coach. It was a nose hair factory. Wooyoung groaned hoping that the coach would move away, he was now scarred for life thanks to him. It worked; coach leaned back, taking his forest with him, and revealed the face of his concerned class mates. He could hear somewhere behind him the clear audible uncontrollable laughter of Junsu who had Gym with him. What a great friend. Wooyoung then realized what he had done and couldn’t help but allow red blotches to bloom on his fair cheeks. He was never going to live this down.
He slowly sat up but as he did so the room span and the cold Gym floor was suddenly coming closer, fast. Two arms shot out the catch him before he smashed his head into something again. This time he got a view up the prince’s nostrils - he couldn’t help to note the lack of the forest. Even his nostrils were perfect. Wait, did he just jealous of nostril hair? Wooyoung’s face grew even redder. Nickhun looked down at the boy that now resembled a beetroot and smiled. The boy in question was just hoping to find a deep well to fall into that would then be filled in.
“Jang Wooyoung are you ok?” The coach came over as Nickhun supported Wooyoung into a sitting position. He looked somewhat like an overgrown baby. All he could manage to reply was a grunt meaning ‘yes.’
“Why on earth did you run straight into a wall full speed?”
“Forgot to turn,” Wooyoung mumbled, sending the entire class into fits of giggles. He could feel Nickhun’s arms shaking beneath him; even the prince was laughing at him. The coach sighed and to Nickhun to support him over to the benches and to watch over him as well before yelling at everyone to run and retreating to his plastic chair haven. Everyone groaned and complied.
Nickhun slipped a strong arm around Wooyoung’s back as a means of support and proceeded to haul the boy to his feet. Wooyoung was no help at all. The walls impact seemed to have somehow removed all the bones from his body. So Nickhun did all the work to somehow get the blob Wooyoung across the Gym to the bench where he softly deposited him before sitting himself down beside him. They sat like that for the rest of the lesson with an air of tension that choked both of them into an uncomfortable silence. They had nothing to talk about and Wooyoung hadn’t quite regained his senses yet.
The bell for the end of the lesson and school sounded without a word shared between the two boys of entirely different worlds. Everyone in the room quickly rushed out with the thought of a nice long bath or shower at home possessing their minds. Nickhun and Wooyoung remained seated.
“Can you walk now?”
“Yeah…”
Nickhun went quiet before chuckling, “You looked completely idiotic.”
Wooyoung puffed his cheeks out in annoyance and anger. He knew Nickhun was only teasing but the overwhelming embarrassment from the entire lesson welled up and he couldn’t hold himself back.
“Well sorry Mr. Prince but not everyone is fucking perfect like you! I know I’m a loser and I’m stupid and I’m fucking ugly, but just ‘cause you’re gorgeous and have the whole school kneeling down at your rich ass feet you can’t act like you better than me and all that shit.”
Wooyoung regretted the words the moment they escaped his mind and out of his lips. None of what he had said was true; he was just taking his frustrations out on someone who didn’t deserve it. His victim turned towards him with an odd look gracing his features. It wasn’t one of hurt, but something for more complex and indescribable. With the peculiar expression Nickhun smiled a small insincere smile and raised himself from the seat.
“I don’t think you’re ugly.”
After almost inaudibly uttering those five words he started to turn to leave. He stopped. He then paused, before turning back to face Wooyoung who sat fixed to the bench.
“I’m the ugly one.”
As he said the words his eyes darted down and his normally confident composure shattered showing the vulnerable teenage boy buried deep underneath. He looked up, his eyes meeting Wooyoung’s own, projecting a message to the boy - one asking in a silent desperate manner; ‘Help me.’ He abruptly turned and almost sprinted out of the room. Wooyoung sat dumbfounded on the bench before slowly rising and shuffling his way out to go home having not yet processed the situation.
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When Wooyoung walked into school the following Monday his eyes immediately began frantically searching for the person whose strange proclamation had been bothering him the entire weekend. He couldn’t stop thinking and wondering about the meaning behind Nickhun’s words. How could the most beautiful guy ever think he was ugly? It just didn’t make any sense to him. As he walked up the stairs to the school’s front door he spotted Nickhun. He was sitting down - uncharacteristically alone - on the bottom step of the stairs Wooyoung was ascending. Just as Wooyoung looked over Nickhun glanced upwards and recognized Wooyoung. The prince look scared. Quickly he looked down again and briskly entered the building. Wooyoung walked through the doors and saw that the boy was now nowhere to be seen. However in his mind Nickhun was everywhere.
Wooyoung’s mind was tormented by questions about the popular boy who had now become far more profound to him for the rest of the day. Wooyoung had always believed Nickhun was just one of those stereotypical popular boys who are the object of everyone’s desire and sinful envy. Maybe his perspective had been convoluted by his unsatisfied thirst to be in the position of the boy that seemed to be the ultimate nirvana. Wooyoung was wrong. He was so naively wrong. He had always upheld a belief that everyone only displayed their desired personality to the world. A personality that acted as an impenetrable armor to hide all the corruption, vulnerability and pain that made up the said person. Despite believing in that notion, he forgot all about the inside this time. He forgot about the human inside the armor. Now the human inside is all he cared about.
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Something strange must has taken control of Wooyoung’s body. Something very strange must have made him do the idiotic and embarrassing thing he was doing now. It had to be some sort of spiritual being and voodoo magic that had made him suddenly stand up from his seat with his friends, walk straight over to the large group of girl’s that surrounded Nickhun and his best friend (and Taecyeon’s denied lover) Jaebeom at the other side of the courtyard. It must have been something even more powerful that compelled him to forcefully push his way through the fan girls and walk up to their idol and tap him on the soldier. However it was his own idiocy that made him open and close his mouth like a goldfish when the boy turned around to look at him. He was extremely embarrassed. Nickhun still had that slight look of fear from that morning still lingering in the depths of his eyes. However this time he didn’t leave. This time he didn’t quickly walk away. This time he spoke.
“Wooyoung-shi what do you want?”
“P-p-p-PRINCE!” It seems that he had not only lost his sanity but his intelligence too.
“What?”
“Armor…um…Friday…wall…stupid…weekend…erm…uh…I’M NOT SCARY AM I?” It seems coherency was out the window too. He could hear the fan girls chuckling at his random outburst, his cheeks reddened in response. Wooyoung coiled and uncoiled his fingers from each other as Nickhun stared at him incredulously. Luckily Jaebeom had sense enough to translate the gibberish.
“…erm - just my quess here - but I think he wants to talk to you…”
Nickhun looked to Wooyoung who just nodded.
“Will you be ok on your own?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah - I’ll just go talk to Taec.” Jaebeom smiled. Well at least someone was going to be happy. He quickly half skipped his way over to the place Wooyoung had just unwillingly left in his trance like state. He could see his friends staring wide eyed at him, mouth agape - Junsu had a noodle hanging out of his. It was hilarious in an odd way; like they had frozen in time the moment Wooyoung walked off unexpectedly. However the rapid blinking was a tell tale sign that this was not true. As Jaebeom approached Taecyeon snapped out of it and hung his head out of embarrassment, but his eyes remained up trailing the boy as he approached. A smile blossomed across his face when the new arrival leaned forward for a ‘bro hug’ that lasted just that few seconds too long. Wooyoung could see his other friends shooting him the sarcastic ‘of course nothing’s going on look’ at their exchange, Wooyoung wished he could be over there ridiculing Taecyeon too instead of standing awkwardly before Nickhun and his fan girls who looked like mother lion’s protecting their cub. Why on earth did he do this?
Nickhun turned motioning with his head that Wooyoung should follow. Cautiously Wooyoung complied. Nickhun walked a few metres ahead and gave no inclination of caring whether or not the younger boy followed him. He never looked back. Not once did he start speaking. He led him across and out of the courtyard towards the football field. Once there he paused slightly; Wooyoung was about to speak up when the taller boy started to move once again. Wooyoung closed his mouth tightly and followed the boy again. They crossed the football field heading towards the far corner of the field and the school premises as a whole. In this corner one could gain more privacy than anywhere else in the school, which is why is was nicknamed ‘Lovers’ Corner.’ Approaching it with the school’s prince and the entire field’s eyes looking on in disbelief Wooyoung couldn’t help but blush uncontrollably. He brought his shoulders up closer to his ears in a vain attempt to shield himself from the laser-like gazes upon him. He felt their inquisitive and in some cases jealous thoughts crawl all over his skin like a poisonous insect. It scared him. Nickhun on the other hand showed no signs of being aware of the rest of the school as he did not once falter on his direct path to the corner.
When they made it to their destination it was thankfully empty. As they entered the seclusion of the bushes Wooyoung sighed as he felt all the negativity from the school’s population drift away. It was if he had entered a whole new peaceful world of splendid isolation. Well almost peaceful - Nickhun was still there carrying an uninvited air of tension along with him. They boy turned and looked down at him with his dark eyes. The eyes were cold and unwelcoming causing the smaller boy to shrink back as a cold shiver of apprehension ran down his spine. Nickhun hated him. He knew it - that terrifying gaze could mean nothing else. This newfound knowledge upset Wooyoung in a way he could not comprehend. All he knew was that he hated that hatred. Wooyoung cleared his throat as if was trying to dispel the negative air in some way.
“What do you want?” Nickhun’s voice was laced with venom far stronger than that of any animal.
“Erm…it’s just about what you said on-on-on Friday…I don’t understand it.” Wooyoung mumbled the words to the boy. He felt that if he spoke any louder Nickhun may explode or start violently attack him. At the mention of the word Friday Nickhun flinched. The familiar expression of fear flickered across his face as it did that same morning. That wavering gave Wooyoung confidence.
“How could you think that you’re not ugly - you’re the most beautiful and perfect human being…well ever…I’m nothing compared.”
“That’s a lie.”
Wooyoung’s head snapped up. How was anything he had just stated a lie? It was all facts that were known school wide, nationwide, even worldwide. Nickhun stared back; his anger leaked out slowly as he did so. Once it had drained completely he looked broken yet strangely adamant. About what Wooyoung was not sure.
“You’re so much more than me. You’re real while I’m just a fabricated.”
The words confused Wooyoung. Fabricated? He hadn’t been imagining this Thai beauty all along had he? He can’t have been. That idea is completely absurd.
“I don’t understand.” He spoke the words slowly as if doing so would allow him to understand the words he claimed he couldn’t.
Nickhun sighed, “No one does. They all think I’m this perfect and ideal human being. They all think they love me. They all think they love someone who doesn’t exist.”
“Erm…what?”
Nickhun chuckled; he hadn’t expected the boy to understand. No one before him had ever done so - not that he had told many. The only people who he had ever divulged this to before had been his parents and his best friend Jaebeom. All had without fail stared at him with the same bewildered expression that graced Wooyoung’s features at that moment. What had he been expecting? Had he been expecting someone to finally see him - the real him - and not the image everyone else had conjured up for him. Tears started to form in his eyes. He tried to stop them but they stubbornly broke the barriers and freefell down his cheek. Wooyoung was looking down so had yet to realise it had happened; the cogs in his useless brain had for the first time ever sprung to life and had made sense of Nickhun’s cryptic words. The solution was something he had not expected.
“I think get it. You want people to know and like you for you and not the prince image that everyone has of you. But one thing I don’t see…is how that makes you ugly.”
It was only then that he looked up to see the Thai boy with shock widened eyes that were leaking glistening tears from their depths. Wooyoung had not expected this either. He had no idea what to do. He flapped his hands around without purpose before they settled down on the shuddering boys back. One arm snuck their way around each side of the larger boy before joining on the other side. At the gesture Nickhun’s body fell limp into his arms and his head rolled down to nestle itself into the other boys neck. Wooyoung could feel the cold wetness seeping through his skin. They stood like that for a few minutes. They remained like that as Wooyoung murmured comforting words and rubbed the boys back in reassurance. It was as if they were in their own world with no one else to break their connection; a connection that tore only once Nickhun’s sobs had turned silent and the tears had dried up.
“Thanks.” Nickhun said sheepishly unsure of how to address the boy he had just unloaded his pent up tears onto. “Sorry for all this - I shouldn’t have burdened you with all this when you don’t know me at all.”
“I don’t mind.” It was true - He really didn’t mind. He would be the pillow for Nickhun’s tears wherever and whenever. He’d be the person the broken boy had needed all these years to stitch him back together again. “You never did explain how wanting people to like you for you made you an ugly person.”
“It does, because I hate them for it. I loathe them. I detest them. I want them all to disappear and I think nothing of it. I wish that I was the only person on the earth. I dream of being the one who made it like that; I kill everyone slowly and cruelly till there’s no one left. I’m ugly and grotesque underneath this perfect exterior.”
“Everyone’s like that - it’s human.”
“Not everyone. You’re not. You’re perfect. You have everything I want - friends who like you for you, people who care about the real and girlfriends who don’t leave you when they discover you’re not the perfect person they imagined. You don’t know how many times I’ve murdered you. Each time is more horrible than the other.”
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined murdering you and your perfect grades, perfect looks.” Wooyoung smiled, “You don’t know about how I did it all because I’d like nothing but to be you. Well the image you.”
“I’d gladly switch,” Nickhun sighed, “But you wouldn’t want to switch with the real me. It’s a package deal.”
Wooyoung laughed and Nickhun did too. They laughed until they were both rolling around on the floor gasping for desperately needed breath. Nothing was funny. Nothing in the situation was funny all. It was just two broken boys trying hard to cope and not admit how wrong things really were. Both hated themselves and both hated each other yet at the same time they didn’t.
“I prefer the real you,” Wooyoung panted when they both had calmed down. “Who wants a stereo type - the murdering pretty boy is far more interesting.”
Nickhun smiled, “I preferred you before - ugh” He clutched his arm that stung from where Wooyoung had hit him.
“Yah!” Wooyoung feigned being offended.
“Just kidding - murdering Wooyoung is waaay better than loser Wooyoung.” Even insult’s sounded like poetry from the beautiful yet twisted boy’s mouth. He smiled innocently. Wooyoung just made a face and got up.
“What would people think if they heard this?”
“Who cares?” Nickhun sighed; Wooyoung couldn’t help but agree.
The school bell rang out loudly over the school ground bringing their time together to an end. Nickhun got up and nervously stood next to his new friend - well possible friend - he wasn’t too sure what they were. Both stood awkwardly before sharing and equally awkward handshake and fleeing to their separate lessons. The meeting was at the forefront of both of their minds for the rest of the day. When they thought about neither could help but grin. Both hoped they could talk again.
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The next few weeks were ones of absolute bliss for both Nickhun and Wooyoung. After their conversation in the corner they had become inseparable. Where there was Nickhun there was Wooyoung. Where there was Wooyoung there was Nickhun. Wooyoung took the position that Jaebeom had once occupied; not that he complained with Taecyeon for company. At school they were the most popular students; even Wooyoung who had been a nobody not too long ago had fan girls following him everywhere. It had once been his dream to have dozens of girls fawning over him like Nickhun, but now it was just an added bonus. Both of them preferred the times they shared together outside of school; outside of society’s watchful gaze. Times they spent up in Nickhun’s room talking for hours about the intricate and increasingly gruesome and lengthy ways in which they would murder their classmates. However there were times were Wooyoung would lie there as Nickhun would clutch on to him as years of tears would cascade down his pale cheeks. He held on to Wooyoung as if he was the only thing connecting him to this earth; in a way he was. Wooyoung was Nickhun’s boulder and Nickhun was his; neither could fathom how they had survived for so long without each other.
Some nights Wooyoung would be the one clutching onto Nickhun for dear life - crying like it was his sole purpose in life. These nights were sparse yet in them he admitted things he had never admitted to anyone else. Cruel, twisted secrets he had locked inside himself and weaknesses he had never before dared to show. On these nights Nickhun would rub his back in the way Wooyoung had those many weeks before in the corner of the school’s football field.
These weeks were perfect. Wooyoung could have lived those weeks over and over again - allowing himself to revel in the hidden cruelty both him and Nickhun shared. He loved their weird friendship; and he loved the way everyone at school knew nothing of how they hated all but the select few that were their friends. The ones they kept close yet fearfully distanced themselves from.
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However all good things come to an end. That’s the way everything works and the two boys were no exception from the rule. It was an ordinary Thursday at school. The sun was high in the sky bathing the school’s front steps in a warm enriching glow. Wooyoung sat basking in this warmth with his friends. They were waiting for Nickhun to arrive before going into school for their first lesson. They still had plenty of time so none were worried about waiting and were just enjoying the rare pleasant weather. Everything was quiet and serene. Well that is until Nickhun arrived.
He came hurtling around the corner; his eyes were wide with fear, his clothes were disheveled and his lips were tightly drawn together. He sprinted across the courtyard to the alerted group in record time. They sat anxious and waiting for some sort of news of war or a fight or something they couldn’t even imagine. Nickhun remained silent before grabbing Wooyoung’s arm and dragging him off to the toilets. Wooyoung offered no resistance. They pushed past groups of students who all eyed them weirdly. Nickhun probably appeared to be kidnapping him; not that Wooyoung cared about what they thought. All he wanted to know was what had caused Nickhun to get into such a distressed state.
Once inside the toilet Nickhun pushed Wooyoung into a cubicle - luckily no one else was there. He then forced him up against the wall inside. He stared straight into Wooyoung’s eyes for a split second before his eyes dropped along with his head. They came to rest in the crook of Wooyoung’s neck. He started crying. It was just like the instance that was the catalyst of their close relationship.
“It’s all my fault…everything’s all my fault…” Nickhun gasped in between sobs.
“What is?”
“I did it… I KILLED THEM!” Wooyoung felt a sharp pain of an indescribable emotion is his gut; had Nickhun finally done the deed instead of just fanaticising about it?
“Killed who? Who did you kill?” He couldn’t help but sound hysterical.
“My parents. It’s my fault - they did it because I’m such a horrible, cruel child. I’m so ugly. They killed themselves because they knew they had brought such a horrible child into existence.” Wooyoung’s heart wrenched at the strong belief Nickhun had in his words. Here was a teenage boy who was so messed up that when his parents died he blamed himself.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is - they told me. All those years ago when they did it - they wrote it in the note. ‘Because of Nickhun’ was all they wrote.”
Wooyoung was speechless - there was so much more to the darkness within the boy - so much more he had never even expected to be there. He had believed that he had known the boy as well as the boy had known himself. But he was wrong - Nickhun had still been hiding something else.
He continued to rub Nickhun’s back. The weeping boy looked up and looked straight into Wooyoung’s eyes. The eyes seemed to probe within his soul trying to see if Nickhun was now tainted in his eyes. When he found now such belief he sighed and a small smile worked his way onto his face. Wooyoung smiled back. Every since Wooyoung had become friends with Nickhun his life had changed.
Something flickered in Nickhun’s eyes - it was an idea that had just sprung into life; a thought he wanted to act upon. Wooyoung watched breathlessly as the other boy moved closer and closer until his mouth was a centimetre away from his own. Wooyoung heard a quiet whisper of ‘thank you’ before Nickhun leaned forward and captured his lips into a kiss. With that everything settled into place. As they moved their lips against each other they both felt as if they had finally found the home they had always wanted.
The door flew open. A door Nickhun had in his haste forgotten to properly lock. It was such a cliché situation that Wooyoung had the inappropriate urge to laugh. On the other side of the now ajar door stood Jonghyun, a playboy from the year above, his mouth hung wide open. He was only there for a second before he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. Both of them knew what this meant - in a minute everyone in the entire school would know they had been making out in the school toilets. Nickhun looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked at Nickhun. Unexpected to all but them they smiled; they both didn’t care. Who needed the school’s love and favor when they had each other?
They walked out of the toilet into a hushed corridor. All eyes were on them. All mouths were shut. An ominous silence hung in the air momentarily. Then the insults started. Words were thrown at them like a weapons designed to kill; but none of it mattered to either of them. They were told they were inhumane, disgusting, that they should die and they were pushed, kicked hit and spat at. All of it didn’t bother them because no one there knew how twisted and ugly they really were. That was their little secret.
Fandom : 2Pm
Pairing : Khunyoung
Raiting : PG
Genre : Romance
Words : 5398
Summary : Nickhun is perfect - its an established fact - but when Nickhun himself claims to be ugly, Wooyoung can't help but be dragged into the twisted existance of Nickhun under the polished surface.
A/N - Inspired by the 2NE1 song of the same name. I wrote this a while back and I'm not quite sure how it ended up ending like it has - thats what happens when you start writing a story you half plan. PLEASE READ & comments make me happy :)
Wooyoung had always known the idea that all man was born equal was the biggest lie ever composed. Men were not born equal. People are born gorgeous and people are born ugly. People are born with natural intelligence while others work relentlessly yet achieve abysmal academic success. Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth while others are born with absolutely nothing, or less. So whoever the idiot was who conjured up the obviously unachievable belief of equality was without a doubt delusional. Well that’s how Wooyoung saw things.
However it was not too hard to believe Wooyoung’s view when he looked around his school cafeteria on an average school day. Especially if the one Wooyoung observed was Nickhun - the resident ‘prince’ of the school. Nickhun was a prime example of the lack of equality in the world. He was born into the richest family in Thailand and was constantly top of the class despite showing no impression that he ever sat down for a long hard study session. Not to mention he was undeniably gorgeous. Countless girls and boys had fallen for the foreigners deep chocolate eyes that sparkled with delight at the simplest of things, and that were complemented by perfectly disheveled blond hair that reached down to frame his gaze. Plus who could say ‘no’ to such a beauty when he smiled that smile that emanated naïve innocence like that of a puppy that is still a few weeks old. Despite his obvious superiority to all members of the student body, and well the entire human race, he never once displayed an ounce of arrogance. He was perfection. It was this perfection that made him the object of the affection all females and some males in all of Seoul.
Wooyoung couldn’t help be jealous of the unchallenged popularity of the boy as he sat eating his lunch surrounded by his closest friends; Junsu, Junho, Taecyeon and Changsung. He so desperately wished that he could have been born with those looks, that intelligence, all that money and that faultless personality. He knew he was ugly but he managed to last through aegyo and funny expressions. He lacked the saint-like personality of the prince, but he instead flaunted his sense of humor to gain the acceptance all teenagers ached for. He also worked hard to scrape by in school and earn money so he could afford the items that teenagers all just ‘had to have’ because everyone else did. Thanks to his effort he was popular among his circle of friends; however he was a no one in terms of the entire school year hierarchy. Wooyoung was satisfied though - it was better than nothing. However deep inside him resided something he would never admit to anyone else - he hardly admitted it to himself; He wished he could be Nickhun. One day would be enough, because from where he sat the grass really did look greener on the other side.
“Yah, Younggie why are you staring at Nickhun like that?” Junho broke through his thoughts.
“You’ve been staring at him for like ten minutes - I thought you were brain dead or some shit like that.” Junsu chimed in.
“You in love with him or something? That would explain why you’ve never had a girl - ever!” Taecyeon chuckled to himself.
“Fuck off! I’m not like you and Jaebeom.”
“Yah! We’re just friends - why are you always like that?”
“Suuuure.” The whole table droned as Taecyeon was unable to hide the slight reddening of his cheeks at the mention of Jaebeom. He really was the worst liar ever. However Wooyoung was able to push his feelings of inadequacy to the back of his mind and forget all about Nickhun because of it; his friends are really the best.
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Last period that day was Gym - Wooyoung’s worst and most hated subject ever. Unluckily for him his school for some reason decided that is was compulsory for all students to run around sweating and panting while some army officer-like ‘coach’ barked stuff at them. Wooyoung really couldn’t understand how their Gym teacher had ever got the post as he looked as if he hadn’t done a day of exercise in his entire life. When he thought about it Wooyoung realized that he’d never seen the coach move from his red plastic chair that sat in the corner, ever.
Wooyoung sighed to himself; today was a particularly bad day since it was the last lesson before the weekend and the coach always took it upon himself to sadistically torment them even more than he normally would. Also he was in this Gym class too. The boy that made everyone ‘ooo’ and ‘aaah’ while he displayed his unmatchable athletic skills. The boy that made everyone stare in awe at his body that became even more gorgeous when glistening due to the film of perspiration that enveloped it. Everyone else just looked to disgusting as one should when their bright red and sweating profusely - Wooyoung himself looked like a tomato.
However today’s lesson was entirely different from all those that had preceded it from the moment it started. When he walked in Wooyoung saw Nickhun sitting off at the benches at the side; this meant there’d be no displays of amazing athleticism today. This also meant the coach would be even more vicious. Wooyoung groaned in anticipation of the horrible grueling period to come.
‘Today we’re doing laps,’ the coach barked from the corner, ’No stopping all lesson or you’ll have to come in every lunch time next week to run some more to make up for your lazy incompetence.’
Wooyoung wanted to yell back ‘I’d like to see you run all those laps, let alone one,’ but he held in his frustrated quip. He started jogging and right from the start he could feel that familiar burning sensation exercise bestowed upon him. Tomorrow he doubted that he’d be able to leave his bed at all.
While jogging, his mind started to wander. It made its way all the way over to the person sitting idly on the bench not taking part in the pain fest everyone else was. Why was he excused from Gym? Wooyoung couldn’t help but wonder what the reason could be. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he kept running straight. He kept running right until he smashed head first into the wall. Well shit, he couldn’t style this one out - especially when black spots started appearing in his vision. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was the coach sprinting over. So he can run after all.
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He came to half a minute later. As he wearily opened his eyes he got an unwanted close up view up the nose of coach. It was a nose hair factory. Wooyoung groaned hoping that the coach would move away, he was now scarred for life thanks to him. It worked; coach leaned back, taking his forest with him, and revealed the face of his concerned class mates. He could hear somewhere behind him the clear audible uncontrollable laughter of Junsu who had Gym with him. What a great friend. Wooyoung then realized what he had done and couldn’t help but allow red blotches to bloom on his fair cheeks. He was never going to live this down.
He slowly sat up but as he did so the room span and the cold Gym floor was suddenly coming closer, fast. Two arms shot out the catch him before he smashed his head into something again. This time he got a view up the prince’s nostrils - he couldn’t help to note the lack of the forest. Even his nostrils were perfect. Wait, did he just jealous of nostril hair? Wooyoung’s face grew even redder. Nickhun looked down at the boy that now resembled a beetroot and smiled. The boy in question was just hoping to find a deep well to fall into that would then be filled in.
“Jang Wooyoung are you ok?” The coach came over as Nickhun supported Wooyoung into a sitting position. He looked somewhat like an overgrown baby. All he could manage to reply was a grunt meaning ‘yes.’
“Why on earth did you run straight into a wall full speed?”
“Forgot to turn,” Wooyoung mumbled, sending the entire class into fits of giggles. He could feel Nickhun’s arms shaking beneath him; even the prince was laughing at him. The coach sighed and to Nickhun to support him over to the benches and to watch over him as well before yelling at everyone to run and retreating to his plastic chair haven. Everyone groaned and complied.
Nickhun slipped a strong arm around Wooyoung’s back as a means of support and proceeded to haul the boy to his feet. Wooyoung was no help at all. The walls impact seemed to have somehow removed all the bones from his body. So Nickhun did all the work to somehow get the blob Wooyoung across the Gym to the bench where he softly deposited him before sitting himself down beside him. They sat like that for the rest of the lesson with an air of tension that choked both of them into an uncomfortable silence. They had nothing to talk about and Wooyoung hadn’t quite regained his senses yet.
The bell for the end of the lesson and school sounded without a word shared between the two boys of entirely different worlds. Everyone in the room quickly rushed out with the thought of a nice long bath or shower at home possessing their minds. Nickhun and Wooyoung remained seated.
“Can you walk now?”
“Yeah…”
Nickhun went quiet before chuckling, “You looked completely idiotic.”
Wooyoung puffed his cheeks out in annoyance and anger. He knew Nickhun was only teasing but the overwhelming embarrassment from the entire lesson welled up and he couldn’t hold himself back.
“Well sorry Mr. Prince but not everyone is fucking perfect like you! I know I’m a loser and I’m stupid and I’m fucking ugly, but just ‘cause you’re gorgeous and have the whole school kneeling down at your rich ass feet you can’t act like you better than me and all that shit.”
Wooyoung regretted the words the moment they escaped his mind and out of his lips. None of what he had said was true; he was just taking his frustrations out on someone who didn’t deserve it. His victim turned towards him with an odd look gracing his features. It wasn’t one of hurt, but something for more complex and indescribable. With the peculiar expression Nickhun smiled a small insincere smile and raised himself from the seat.
“I don’t think you’re ugly.”
After almost inaudibly uttering those five words he started to turn to leave. He stopped. He then paused, before turning back to face Wooyoung who sat fixed to the bench.
“I’m the ugly one.”
As he said the words his eyes darted down and his normally confident composure shattered showing the vulnerable teenage boy buried deep underneath. He looked up, his eyes meeting Wooyoung’s own, projecting a message to the boy - one asking in a silent desperate manner; ‘Help me.’ He abruptly turned and almost sprinted out of the room. Wooyoung sat dumbfounded on the bench before slowly rising and shuffling his way out to go home having not yet processed the situation.
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When Wooyoung walked into school the following Monday his eyes immediately began frantically searching for the person whose strange proclamation had been bothering him the entire weekend. He couldn’t stop thinking and wondering about the meaning behind Nickhun’s words. How could the most beautiful guy ever think he was ugly? It just didn’t make any sense to him. As he walked up the stairs to the school’s front door he spotted Nickhun. He was sitting down - uncharacteristically alone - on the bottom step of the stairs Wooyoung was ascending. Just as Wooyoung looked over Nickhun glanced upwards and recognized Wooyoung. The prince look scared. Quickly he looked down again and briskly entered the building. Wooyoung walked through the doors and saw that the boy was now nowhere to be seen. However in his mind Nickhun was everywhere.
Wooyoung’s mind was tormented by questions about the popular boy who had now become far more profound to him for the rest of the day. Wooyoung had always believed Nickhun was just one of those stereotypical popular boys who are the object of everyone’s desire and sinful envy. Maybe his perspective had been convoluted by his unsatisfied thirst to be in the position of the boy that seemed to be the ultimate nirvana. Wooyoung was wrong. He was so naively wrong. He had always upheld a belief that everyone only displayed their desired personality to the world. A personality that acted as an impenetrable armor to hide all the corruption, vulnerability and pain that made up the said person. Despite believing in that notion, he forgot all about the inside this time. He forgot about the human inside the armor. Now the human inside is all he cared about.
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Something strange must has taken control of Wooyoung’s body. Something very strange must have made him do the idiotic and embarrassing thing he was doing now. It had to be some sort of spiritual being and voodoo magic that had made him suddenly stand up from his seat with his friends, walk straight over to the large group of girl’s that surrounded Nickhun and his best friend (and Taecyeon’s denied lover) Jaebeom at the other side of the courtyard. It must have been something even more powerful that compelled him to forcefully push his way through the fan girls and walk up to their idol and tap him on the soldier. However it was his own idiocy that made him open and close his mouth like a goldfish when the boy turned around to look at him. He was extremely embarrassed. Nickhun still had that slight look of fear from that morning still lingering in the depths of his eyes. However this time he didn’t leave. This time he didn’t quickly walk away. This time he spoke.
“Wooyoung-shi what do you want?”
“P-p-p-PRINCE!” It seems that he had not only lost his sanity but his intelligence too.
“What?”
“Armor…um…Friday…wall…stupid…weekend…erm…uh…I’M NOT SCARY AM I?” It seems coherency was out the window too. He could hear the fan girls chuckling at his random outburst, his cheeks reddened in response. Wooyoung coiled and uncoiled his fingers from each other as Nickhun stared at him incredulously. Luckily Jaebeom had sense enough to translate the gibberish.
“…erm - just my quess here - but I think he wants to talk to you…”
Nickhun looked to Wooyoung who just nodded.
“Will you be ok on your own?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah - I’ll just go talk to Taec.” Jaebeom smiled. Well at least someone was going to be happy. He quickly half skipped his way over to the place Wooyoung had just unwillingly left in his trance like state. He could see his friends staring wide eyed at him, mouth agape - Junsu had a noodle hanging out of his. It was hilarious in an odd way; like they had frozen in time the moment Wooyoung walked off unexpectedly. However the rapid blinking was a tell tale sign that this was not true. As Jaebeom approached Taecyeon snapped out of it and hung his head out of embarrassment, but his eyes remained up trailing the boy as he approached. A smile blossomed across his face when the new arrival leaned forward for a ‘bro hug’ that lasted just that few seconds too long. Wooyoung could see his other friends shooting him the sarcastic ‘of course nothing’s going on look’ at their exchange, Wooyoung wished he could be over there ridiculing Taecyeon too instead of standing awkwardly before Nickhun and his fan girls who looked like mother lion’s protecting their cub. Why on earth did he do this?
Nickhun turned motioning with his head that Wooyoung should follow. Cautiously Wooyoung complied. Nickhun walked a few metres ahead and gave no inclination of caring whether or not the younger boy followed him. He never looked back. Not once did he start speaking. He led him across and out of the courtyard towards the football field. Once there he paused slightly; Wooyoung was about to speak up when the taller boy started to move once again. Wooyoung closed his mouth tightly and followed the boy again. They crossed the football field heading towards the far corner of the field and the school premises as a whole. In this corner one could gain more privacy than anywhere else in the school, which is why is was nicknamed ‘Lovers’ Corner.’ Approaching it with the school’s prince and the entire field’s eyes looking on in disbelief Wooyoung couldn’t help but blush uncontrollably. He brought his shoulders up closer to his ears in a vain attempt to shield himself from the laser-like gazes upon him. He felt their inquisitive and in some cases jealous thoughts crawl all over his skin like a poisonous insect. It scared him. Nickhun on the other hand showed no signs of being aware of the rest of the school as he did not once falter on his direct path to the corner.
When they made it to their destination it was thankfully empty. As they entered the seclusion of the bushes Wooyoung sighed as he felt all the negativity from the school’s population drift away. It was if he had entered a whole new peaceful world of splendid isolation. Well almost peaceful - Nickhun was still there carrying an uninvited air of tension along with him. They boy turned and looked down at him with his dark eyes. The eyes were cold and unwelcoming causing the smaller boy to shrink back as a cold shiver of apprehension ran down his spine. Nickhun hated him. He knew it - that terrifying gaze could mean nothing else. This newfound knowledge upset Wooyoung in a way he could not comprehend. All he knew was that he hated that hatred. Wooyoung cleared his throat as if was trying to dispel the negative air in some way.
“What do you want?” Nickhun’s voice was laced with venom far stronger than that of any animal.
“Erm…it’s just about what you said on-on-on Friday…I don’t understand it.” Wooyoung mumbled the words to the boy. He felt that if he spoke any louder Nickhun may explode or start violently attack him. At the mention of the word Friday Nickhun flinched. The familiar expression of fear flickered across his face as it did that same morning. That wavering gave Wooyoung confidence.
“How could you think that you’re not ugly - you’re the most beautiful and perfect human being…well ever…I’m nothing compared.”
“That’s a lie.”
Wooyoung’s head snapped up. How was anything he had just stated a lie? It was all facts that were known school wide, nationwide, even worldwide. Nickhun stared back; his anger leaked out slowly as he did so. Once it had drained completely he looked broken yet strangely adamant. About what Wooyoung was not sure.
“You’re so much more than me. You’re real while I’m just a fabricated.”
The words confused Wooyoung. Fabricated? He hadn’t been imagining this Thai beauty all along had he? He can’t have been. That idea is completely absurd.
“I don’t understand.” He spoke the words slowly as if doing so would allow him to understand the words he claimed he couldn’t.
Nickhun sighed, “No one does. They all think I’m this perfect and ideal human being. They all think they love me. They all think they love someone who doesn’t exist.”
“Erm…what?”
Nickhun chuckled; he hadn’t expected the boy to understand. No one before him had ever done so - not that he had told many. The only people who he had ever divulged this to before had been his parents and his best friend Jaebeom. All had without fail stared at him with the same bewildered expression that graced Wooyoung’s features at that moment. What had he been expecting? Had he been expecting someone to finally see him - the real him - and not the image everyone else had conjured up for him. Tears started to form in his eyes. He tried to stop them but they stubbornly broke the barriers and freefell down his cheek. Wooyoung was looking down so had yet to realise it had happened; the cogs in his useless brain had for the first time ever sprung to life and had made sense of Nickhun’s cryptic words. The solution was something he had not expected.
“I think get it. You want people to know and like you for you and not the prince image that everyone has of you. But one thing I don’t see…is how that makes you ugly.”
It was only then that he looked up to see the Thai boy with shock widened eyes that were leaking glistening tears from their depths. Wooyoung had not expected this either. He had no idea what to do. He flapped his hands around without purpose before they settled down on the shuddering boys back. One arm snuck their way around each side of the larger boy before joining on the other side. At the gesture Nickhun’s body fell limp into his arms and his head rolled down to nestle itself into the other boys neck. Wooyoung could feel the cold wetness seeping through his skin. They stood like that for a few minutes. They remained like that as Wooyoung murmured comforting words and rubbed the boys back in reassurance. It was as if they were in their own world with no one else to break their connection; a connection that tore only once Nickhun’s sobs had turned silent and the tears had dried up.
“Thanks.” Nickhun said sheepishly unsure of how to address the boy he had just unloaded his pent up tears onto. “Sorry for all this - I shouldn’t have burdened you with all this when you don’t know me at all.”
“I don’t mind.” It was true - He really didn’t mind. He would be the pillow for Nickhun’s tears wherever and whenever. He’d be the person the broken boy had needed all these years to stitch him back together again. “You never did explain how wanting people to like you for you made you an ugly person.”
“It does, because I hate them for it. I loathe them. I detest them. I want them all to disappear and I think nothing of it. I wish that I was the only person on the earth. I dream of being the one who made it like that; I kill everyone slowly and cruelly till there’s no one left. I’m ugly and grotesque underneath this perfect exterior.”
“Everyone’s like that - it’s human.”
“Not everyone. You’re not. You’re perfect. You have everything I want - friends who like you for you, people who care about the real and girlfriends who don’t leave you when they discover you’re not the perfect person they imagined. You don’t know how many times I’ve murdered you. Each time is more horrible than the other.”
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined murdering you and your perfect grades, perfect looks.” Wooyoung smiled, “You don’t know about how I did it all because I’d like nothing but to be you. Well the image you.”
“I’d gladly switch,” Nickhun sighed, “But you wouldn’t want to switch with the real me. It’s a package deal.”
Wooyoung laughed and Nickhun did too. They laughed until they were both rolling around on the floor gasping for desperately needed breath. Nothing was funny. Nothing in the situation was funny all. It was just two broken boys trying hard to cope and not admit how wrong things really were. Both hated themselves and both hated each other yet at the same time they didn’t.
“I prefer the real you,” Wooyoung panted when they both had calmed down. “Who wants a stereo type - the murdering pretty boy is far more interesting.”
Nickhun smiled, “I preferred you before - ugh” He clutched his arm that stung from where Wooyoung had hit him.
“Yah!” Wooyoung feigned being offended.
“Just kidding - murdering Wooyoung is waaay better than loser Wooyoung.” Even insult’s sounded like poetry from the beautiful yet twisted boy’s mouth. He smiled innocently. Wooyoung just made a face and got up.
“What would people think if they heard this?”
“Who cares?” Nickhun sighed; Wooyoung couldn’t help but agree.
The school bell rang out loudly over the school ground bringing their time together to an end. Nickhun got up and nervously stood next to his new friend - well possible friend - he wasn’t too sure what they were. Both stood awkwardly before sharing and equally awkward handshake and fleeing to their separate lessons. The meeting was at the forefront of both of their minds for the rest of the day. When they thought about neither could help but grin. Both hoped they could talk again.
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The next few weeks were ones of absolute bliss for both Nickhun and Wooyoung. After their conversation in the corner they had become inseparable. Where there was Nickhun there was Wooyoung. Where there was Wooyoung there was Nickhun. Wooyoung took the position that Jaebeom had once occupied; not that he complained with Taecyeon for company. At school they were the most popular students; even Wooyoung who had been a nobody not too long ago had fan girls following him everywhere. It had once been his dream to have dozens of girls fawning over him like Nickhun, but now it was just an added bonus. Both of them preferred the times they shared together outside of school; outside of society’s watchful gaze. Times they spent up in Nickhun’s room talking for hours about the intricate and increasingly gruesome and lengthy ways in which they would murder their classmates. However there were times were Wooyoung would lie there as Nickhun would clutch on to him as years of tears would cascade down his pale cheeks. He held on to Wooyoung as if he was the only thing connecting him to this earth; in a way he was. Wooyoung was Nickhun’s boulder and Nickhun was his; neither could fathom how they had survived for so long without each other.
Some nights Wooyoung would be the one clutching onto Nickhun for dear life - crying like it was his sole purpose in life. These nights were sparse yet in them he admitted things he had never admitted to anyone else. Cruel, twisted secrets he had locked inside himself and weaknesses he had never before dared to show. On these nights Nickhun would rub his back in the way Wooyoung had those many weeks before in the corner of the school’s football field.
These weeks were perfect. Wooyoung could have lived those weeks over and over again - allowing himself to revel in the hidden cruelty both him and Nickhun shared. He loved their weird friendship; and he loved the way everyone at school knew nothing of how they hated all but the select few that were their friends. The ones they kept close yet fearfully distanced themselves from.
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However all good things come to an end. That’s the way everything works and the two boys were no exception from the rule. It was an ordinary Thursday at school. The sun was high in the sky bathing the school’s front steps in a warm enriching glow. Wooyoung sat basking in this warmth with his friends. They were waiting for Nickhun to arrive before going into school for their first lesson. They still had plenty of time so none were worried about waiting and were just enjoying the rare pleasant weather. Everything was quiet and serene. Well that is until Nickhun arrived.
He came hurtling around the corner; his eyes were wide with fear, his clothes were disheveled and his lips were tightly drawn together. He sprinted across the courtyard to the alerted group in record time. They sat anxious and waiting for some sort of news of war or a fight or something they couldn’t even imagine. Nickhun remained silent before grabbing Wooyoung’s arm and dragging him off to the toilets. Wooyoung offered no resistance. They pushed past groups of students who all eyed them weirdly. Nickhun probably appeared to be kidnapping him; not that Wooyoung cared about what they thought. All he wanted to know was what had caused Nickhun to get into such a distressed state.
Once inside the toilet Nickhun pushed Wooyoung into a cubicle - luckily no one else was there. He then forced him up against the wall inside. He stared straight into Wooyoung’s eyes for a split second before his eyes dropped along with his head. They came to rest in the crook of Wooyoung’s neck. He started crying. It was just like the instance that was the catalyst of their close relationship.
“It’s all my fault…everything’s all my fault…” Nickhun gasped in between sobs.
“What is?”
“I did it… I KILLED THEM!” Wooyoung felt a sharp pain of an indescribable emotion is his gut; had Nickhun finally done the deed instead of just fanaticising about it?
“Killed who? Who did you kill?” He couldn’t help but sound hysterical.
“My parents. It’s my fault - they did it because I’m such a horrible, cruel child. I’m so ugly. They killed themselves because they knew they had brought such a horrible child into existence.” Wooyoung’s heart wrenched at the strong belief Nickhun had in his words. Here was a teenage boy who was so messed up that when his parents died he blamed himself.
“It’s not your fault.”
“Yes it is - they told me. All those years ago when they did it - they wrote it in the note. ‘Because of Nickhun’ was all they wrote.”
Wooyoung was speechless - there was so much more to the darkness within the boy - so much more he had never even expected to be there. He had believed that he had known the boy as well as the boy had known himself. But he was wrong - Nickhun had still been hiding something else.
He continued to rub Nickhun’s back. The weeping boy looked up and looked straight into Wooyoung’s eyes. The eyes seemed to probe within his soul trying to see if Nickhun was now tainted in his eyes. When he found now such belief he sighed and a small smile worked his way onto his face. Wooyoung smiled back. Every since Wooyoung had become friends with Nickhun his life had changed.
Something flickered in Nickhun’s eyes - it was an idea that had just sprung into life; a thought he wanted to act upon. Wooyoung watched breathlessly as the other boy moved closer and closer until his mouth was a centimetre away from his own. Wooyoung heard a quiet whisper of ‘thank you’ before Nickhun leaned forward and captured his lips into a kiss. With that everything settled into place. As they moved their lips against each other they both felt as if they had finally found the home they had always wanted.
The door flew open. A door Nickhun had in his haste forgotten to properly lock. It was such a cliché situation that Wooyoung had the inappropriate urge to laugh. On the other side of the now ajar door stood Jonghyun, a playboy from the year above, his mouth hung wide open. He was only there for a second before he disappeared as quickly as he had appeared. Both of them knew what this meant - in a minute everyone in the entire school would know they had been making out in the school toilets. Nickhun looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked at Nickhun. Unexpected to all but them they smiled; they both didn’t care. Who needed the school’s love and favor when they had each other?
They walked out of the toilet into a hushed corridor. All eyes were on them. All mouths were shut. An ominous silence hung in the air momentarily. Then the insults started. Words were thrown at them like a weapons designed to kill; but none of it mattered to either of them. They were told they were inhumane, disgusting, that they should die and they were pushed, kicked hit and spat at. All of it didn’t bother them because no one there knew how twisted and ugly they really were. That was their little secret.