fic: Inexperienced [1/?]

Jul 04, 2012 17:40

Chansung/Nichkhun | PG-13 | 2483 words
Bad English

Nichkhun lives the life of someone who just wants to give up, but a certain someone appears to be a part of his life, and he creates a whole different meaning to it.


Prologue Chapter 1

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Chansung smiled at the contact the girl was desperate to have with him. The music was too loud to hear anything she tried to say but Chansung got the message as the girl pulled him by his wrist towards the restrooms. He followed like a little puppy, never questioning as they kissed and he was pushed against the restroom wall. She let him touch her anywhere, they had been glued to each other and Chansung didn’t even remember her name, let alone remembering his own.

Suddenly a frosty headache hit him and he frowned slightly.

“I want you…” the girl sighed in front of him.

“Excuse me,” Chansung apologized himself and pushed out of the restroom holding his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“I really need to go. Just so you know… This has nothing to do with you.”

“What? Oppa! I want to know what happened!” The girl shouted after him over the music but he was already through the door in the fresh summer night air.

What was it, the headache? It appeared out of nowhere. No, he hadn’t drunk too much. He had a great alcohol tolerance and had even eaten loads before drinking.

Chansung entered a silent looking gas station-cafeteria, feeling the world spin around him. He tried to walk straight towards the counter but it surely looked a bit strange. “Could you please tell me where this place is?” Oh fuck, here begins the slurring.

“You’re now in the Gangnam district. We’re closing in a few minutes. Would you like me to call you a cab, Mister…?” The man behind the counter finally looked up from a letter at him and froze.

“Thanks. Just Chansung,” he mumbled as he started looking for his wallet. But… “Please do not do that. I can work it out on my own.” The man was still staring, stiff and frozen in place, and the face looked actually very familiar. Chansung blinked. “Do we know each other?”

Still seconds of blinking, until the man shook his head and sighed. “I’m so sorry, Mister, I’m tired. And I must say I’m afraid I don’t recognize you. What did you just say?”

“Forget about it,” Chansung said and his head banged as he left the counter to go out. He was desperate now. His wallet was stolen in that bar, along with his cell phone, and he could feel the alcohol still creeping in his veins.

In addition to everything, it started raining. So how would he get home now? With no money or his cell, it’d be quite hard including the fact he lived pretty far from Gangnam. He was stupid for not asking to get to call a friend with the gas station phone. Chansung looked at the man locking the gas station doors beside him, wanting to get away from the rain, home.

Then, the man turned to him and mouthed something. The rain got louder and Chansung couldn’t hear him.

“What?”

“Do you want a ride?” the man shouted over the loud rain.

“I…” Chansung begun but the man motioned him to follow him… to his car.

“You looked pretty lost out there,” the man said gently, smiling, water dropping from his bangs. Gosh, Chansung wanted to know his name and not only think of him as a random man.

“Your name?”

“Nichkhun.”

“You’re not from here?”

“No. I’m from Thailand. I…” The man, Nichkhun got quiet and didn’t seem to want to continue what he had begun. “I caught your name earlier, though. Want a ride, Chansung?” The smile was wide and gentle.

“If you insist… Yeah. I really need a ride. I’m afraid I can’t pay you right away, but-“

“Don’t worry about it. What happened?” Nichkhun asked as he started driving. “And your address.”

Chansung barely remembered his new address and gave it to Nichkhun. “It’s a long story.”

“We have time for the whole ride. I’m listening.” Nichkhun’s hair was wet and messy after he ruffled it and it was kind of sexy to Chansung. He smiled unconsciously.

“To be short with this, I went to this bar, well, my friends took me. Anyway. I danced with this girl, we kissed, I almost got to the point of making out with her but a sudden headache hit me… I bet I’ll remember nothing tomorrow. The worst thing is, my wallet and phone were stolen. I guess I’m just unlucky today, huh?” Nichkhun hissed at the story in an understanding manner.

“People can be really arrogant,” Nichkhun stated and focused on driving.

“But you seem like the total other end.” Chansung noted Nichkhun freeze again. “And you’re so… beautiful, for a guy. It’s as if I remember you from somewhere.”

“You never know,” Nichkhun said and kept his gaze on the road for the rest of the way to Chansung’s place.

Luckily Chansung still had his keys in his jeans’ pocket. He was about to lift himself out of the parked car, but then a sudden thought appeared to his mind.

“Would you mind coming in for a cup of hot chocolate?”

“I… I can’t. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Take it as thanks for the ride,” Chansung insisted, wobbling on his legs but managing to keep his balance.

Nichkhun pondered the request for a minute, before he smiled and stood from the car. “Okay. Thanks.”

They got inside and Chansung threw his wet jacket and shoes to the first corner in sight. He then turned to Nichkhun and looked at him with lazy eyes. “You’re not going to take off your clothes?” Nichkhun immediately started working on his shoelaces. “I’ve got a cat. I hope you’re not allergic,” Chansung hollered from the kitchen, starting to prepare milk for Nichkhun’s cocoa.

“I’m not,” Nichkhun mumbled to himself as he chewed at his wet pullover and looked around. It was very neat at Chansung’s, the cat lying asleep on the sofa. Nichkhun sat down, laid his hand on the cat’s soft fur… and he heard a tiny purr echo in the silence of the apartment. Nichkhun couldn’t believe it, he had just entered a stranger’s house, getting comfortable… And it actually felt like it.

“I’m so tired…” Chansung groaned handing Nichkhun his cup. Nichkhun sipped and listened. “I’m sorry for troubling you like this.”

“No, it’s okay…! I appreciate it. I’m actually quite lonely…” Nichkhun’s words faded away. He looked down and cleared his throat. “Maybe I should get going.” Chansung looked as he stood, bit his pullover and reached for his jacket from the coat rack. “Thanks for the-“

Chansung caught Nichkhun off guard as he pinned him to the wall with his arms and tight form of a kiss. It was deeper than he had first meant but blamed it all on the alcohol.

“What are you doing,” Nichkhun asked, breathless. Chansung pushed Nichkhun into his cozy and dark bedroom, stealing kisses all the way. Nichkhun relaxed under him on the bed and Chansung could taste chocolate and mint in his mouth. Nichkhun gasped at Chansung’s quick actions as his wet pullover flew to the floor along with Chansung and his pants as well. Chansung squeezed Nichkhun’s wet hair, making him moan quietly.

“This might hurt a bit. Just so you know,” Chansung warned as he felt self control slip out of his own hands looking at Nichkhun gasp in pleasure, thighs so tight around his body.

After Chansung pushed inside him the first time, all Nichkhun could see was black.

An unfamiliar tone rang and Chansung squeezed his eyes shut tighter. He heard shifting and foreign language spoken in a raspy voice.

Another tone rang, this time his antique landline. He cracked one eye open and saw a man sitting on the other end of his bed talking in Thai, Chansung assumed. Upper body naked. Confused, Chansung got up to head for his landline in the kitchen, headache banging his head.

“Who’s this?” he answered wearily, and a panicked voice echoed from the other end.

“It’s 11am! Where the hell have you been?! You never answered your phone! I was worried shitless! I couldn’t sleep, dude!” he heard a familiar voice yell. He slightly smiled at it.

“I’m okay, Jinwoon. It’s just…”

“What is it? You got syphilis?”

“No…”

“You slept with this hot girl and never showed her to me?!”

“I…” Chansung hesitated. “I think I slept with a guy,” he whispered, ran a hand through his hair and sighed. There was a long silence.

“You… what?”

“I know, sounds crazy… I have no idea what happened. He’s still at my place, so keep your voice low okay? I’ll figure things out. Yeah. I think,” he mumbled quietly and looked out of the window.

“Is he handsome? Cute? How on earth did you end up like this, Chansung?”

“I don’t know.” Chansung let out a laugh. “I’ll talk to you later. Got things to settle. Bye.”

“Chansung-“ But he already hung up, leaving Jinwoon on the other end of the line confused as hell.

Chansung sighed loudly. He needed clothes, and would never know how he ever had his boxers on when he woke up. And he needed to talk to the man in his bedroom.

He walked over to his wardrobe, never facing the man until he had his shirt on. The man was fully dressed already. Chansung looked at his slim figure, head pressed against hands that were slightly tinier than Chansung’s. “What was your name again?”

“Nichkhun.”

“Yeah, I… I’m Chansung. And I swear I have no idea what happened last night. I’m sorry,” he apologized simply, not actually wanting this to be a long discussion. The awkwardness was something he was very aware of.

Nichkhun said nothing. Chansung was still only facing his back, disappointed. Suddenly Nichkhun got up and stormed right past him into the bathroom. “I feel sick.” His face was pale, almost white. For a while Chansung wondered if he should go after Nichkhun but decided to get dressed, dumbfounded. Minutes passed in silence and Chansung opened the television, sitting on the sofa in a nervous position with sweaty hands. He’d never drink again.

Nichkhun was still pale as he finally stepped out of the bathroom. He eyed Chansung shyly, mouthing a quiet “morning” and his face was so familiar…

“So, um. I’m sorry. About everything,” he said and Nichkhun shook his head.

“It’s not your fault. I got cancer.” Chansung opened his mouth to say something, confused about the sudden confession, but was cut off by Nichkhun. “Hepatic cancer. Makes me feel bad at times.”

“Are you okay?” was all Chansung got out of his stupid mouth.

“I missed my treatment, but I’m okay. Can I have water?”

“Sure. I’ll make breakfast.” On the way to the kitchen, confusion was written all over Chansung’s face. All that had just happened… And the face, it was so familiar from somewhere, but Chansung couldn’t recall where exactly. “I’ve seen you somewhere earlier.”

“Yeah… That. In the bus,” Nichkhun stated helpfully. Smiling. “You stepped on my toes.”

“Just a few days ago, now I remember,” Chansung said, starting to prepare eggs and salad and handing Nichkhun a glass of juice. “What a weird coincidence. Ending up… you know.” It was all kinds of weird. Chansung wasn’t sure whether it was in a good or bad way. But this specific morning, it felt kind of… funny in a way, waking up with the presence of someone in his own apartment.

“Yeah,” Nichkhun chuckled. The face was pretty though, Chansung thought. There was a moment of silence as the eggs kept cooking. “I never imagined in my earlier life how radically everything could change in a really short time.”

“Hm?”

“I lived with my rich parents in Thailand. I had tons of friends and money. Everything looked bright,” Nichkhun said happily. Chansung knew what would come next.

“I’m listening.”

“I slowly started feeling feeble. It became everyday life in a year. At first I thought it was because I got older, but one day a doctor told me I had cancer. I was shocked.” A small pause and the smile faded from Nichkhun’s face. “My friends left me after they heard. My parents never knew. I was left alone and there was nobody aside from the doctor I could talk to. I decided to move here, escape my parents and the truth. I don’t think I will heal from this.”

“What about your treatment?”

“I’m getting treatment. They’re trying to prevent the tumor from growing, slowing it down. But it’s slowly getting to me. My doctor says I need surgery and even then, it might not be possible for me to survive. This kind of life has taken my everything… but I’m too scared to go to the surgery.” Nichkhun’s head was down. “I don’t know why I’m telling this to you. I guess it’s because I can’t talk to anyone.”

“It’s okay. I have time…” Chansung mumbled as he studied the anatomy of fried eggs closely. Then he finally turned his hazy gaze to Nichkhun. “Must be hard on you.” Nichkhun was pretty with his reddish hair all messy and brown eyes like a dog’s. For a while Chansung didn’t really wonder why he had done to Nichkhun what he had. “Breakfast’s ready.” Chansung set two plates to the table and let Nichkhun serve himself the eggs and salad. And he served Chansung as well. “You don’t have to…”

“I’m used to it.” Nichkhun smiled warmly at him. “Thanks for listening, anyway.”

After their little conversation, it wasn’t even awkward between them. They ate, talked, smiled. Laughed. Chansung forgot about his hangover, and worried and confused friends and the upcoming talks related to his night with Nichkhun.

“I think I should head back to work,” Nichkhun said around 1pm, looking at the clock hanging on Chansung’s kitchen wall.

“Okay. I should also go ask for my phone and wallet from the bar I left at night,” Chansung agreed. “Shower?”

“I’ll be okay,” Nichkhun nodded and stood from the table. Chansung looked after him longingly. “Do you want a ride there, though?”

Chansung smiled. “I’d be glad.”

The ride wasn’t that long, since they both got so well along with each other. They reached Gangnam and the bar and it was a bit awkward as Nichkhun stopped the car and waited for Chansung to get out but it just… didn’t seem right.

“…Can I have your number,” Chansung mouthed out hesitantly, looking at Nichkhun. Nichkhun blinked, surprised.

“Sure.” They looked for some paper and a pen, but as they only found a pen, Nichkhun ended up writing his number on Chansung’s arm. They separated with casual ‘bye’s and Chansung stepped into the bar-restaurant where he had spent time last night.

He couldn’t help but smile as he got his wallet back. There was no sign of a phone though.

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fic: inexperienced, bucksung

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