fic: Inexperienced [2/?]
Chansung/Nichkhun | PG-13 | 2293 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 Chapter 2
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“I’m sorry for not coming yesterday… I think I slept in,” Nichkhun said, smiling unconsciously. His doctor eyed him suspiciously.
“You look a bit different. Has something happened?” Doctor Ok asked friendly. They had become more familiar in a year which had helped Nichkhun grab onto his life until now. Nichkhun smiled wider.
“I talked to my parents.”
“You told them?” Surprise was written all over Doctor Ok’s, or more friendlily, Taecyeon’s face.
“No. But just…”
“How have you been recently, Nichkhun?” Taecyeon asked as Nichkhun didn’t seem to get more words out of his mouth.
“I’ve been tired. But happier, at least for now.”
“I knew something happened.”
“Maybe,” Nichkhun stated and actually made Taecyeon smile. And there was no arguing Taecyeon had a clue.
“I’m glad.”
“What’s this?” Jokwon asked demandingly as he spotted something written on Chansung’s arm. He grabbed it and eyed the writing closely, just like Jokwon would.
“A number,” Chansung stated shortly. Jinwoon laughed.
“Chansung has a guy.” Chansung almost choked on his beer. “Assuming he has a guy, that’s the guy’s number.”
“And how would you know,” Chansung mumbled bitterly.
“Simple deduction. It’s the answer to everything,” Jinwoon said knowingly.
“Chansung has a guy?! Good riddance! And nobody ever thought of telling me? You have to bring him to my place and we can cook together and watch movies and I can tell him how sweet you are and-“ Jokwon fussed.
“There’s no need,” Chansung interrupted him, “We’re not fucking. Just friends.”
“Then what about that night?” Jinwoon bullied and Chansung gave his friend a disapproving look.
“It was a mistake. But I got a new friend because of that mistake. He’s different.”
“WHAT NIGHT?!” Jokwon yelled. “You never tell me anything and I’m always left behind and out of all the cool stuff and rejected, don’t you have any respect towards your older brother, young brats like you…!” The rant could go on forever and it did as Chansung and Jinwoon had a serious discussion about the matter.
“How is he different?” Jinwoon asked in an earnest manner.
“He’s had hard times. He’s deeper than many others, it’s just… I don’t know.”
“Like in the ass?” Jinwoon smirked and it didn’t fade even when Chansung slapped him to the head. “Just kidding. Go on.”
“I didn’t know until morning. At night, it was just a sudden idea I got when I made out with him, but in the morning…” Chansung smiled and hung his head down. “We talked. A lot.”
“I guess it’s okay, then,” Jinwoon said, serious again. “Do you like him?”
The question made Chansung’s head messy. He thought on it, Nichkhun was cute, had helped him, they had had sex and it had been hot and they came along. But there was one but. “I don’t know.”
Jinwoon only nodded and moved his gaze to lie on Jokwon who was flailing around them like a little impatient child. “You’ve got some figuring out, then.”
Chansung knew that.
Nichkhun’s number on his arm was slowly fading. Chansung still hadn’t called after a few days. He had been busy. And scared. Mostly scared of himself, but also of the atmosphere. Would it be the same as it had been that morning? But he decided to give it a try.
He heard a soft yawn from the other end of the line, and then, a raspy voice said something Chansung couldn’t quite decide what it was. Probably Thai.
“Hi?” Chansung said to the phone.
“Hi? Who is this?” Nichkhun switched to Korean and Chansung smiled.
“Chansung.”
“Chansung… What is it?”
“Sounds like I called at a bad time.”
“Not at all. I was asleep,” a chuckle. Chansung felt like an idiot for smiling even wider.
“I just wondered if you’d be free this week? Tomorrow? Let’s grab something to eat,” Chansung suggested. “It was fun cooking with you.”
“I got work tomorrow…” Chansung could hear Nichkhun was disappointed. He must’ve been craving for company, because of his sickness and lost friends. Chansung thought it was cruel to leave someone suffer on their own.
“Today? I could pick you up?”
“Sounds good. I’ll text you my address. Give me an hour,” Nichkhun said, sounding like he was full of life and hung up before Chansung managed say anything else.
Nichkhun’s apartment was just like Chansung’s, as tiny but comfortable. Chansung stood awkwardly as Nichkhun put on his shoes and jacket. “Let’s go?” Nichkhun said and was the first out of the door, smiling.
“Let’s go,” Chansung agreed and soon they were in Chansung’s car. “Where to?”
“Can we have Thai food?”Nichkhun asked thoughtfully, looking out of the car window as if the world was new to him.
“From the restaurant? I first thought of preparing some ourselves, but take out sounds much better. I’m starving.”
“Good,” Nichkhun said and smiled. Chansung parked in front of a fancy looking restaurant Nichkhun pointed out not too far from his apartment. Its name was only in Thai characters and Chansung couldn’t quite tell what the restaurant’s name was. Nichkhun led him inside by his arm and it tickled his tummy. Smiling, Nichkhun ordered, given Chansung’s permission.
“Can you split the bill? Thanks,” Nichkhun said to the woman behind the counter.
“No. I’ll pay it all,” Chansung quickly squeezed in to the conversation and made Nichkhun look at him for a long time. The woman looked confused for a while before nodding at Chansung and after Chansung paid, asking them to sit at a table and wait.
Nichkhun leaned against him and whispered somewhat angrily. “Even though you know about my disease doesn’t mean you should treat me like I’m different.”
“We make it a date then, am I now allowed to treat you differently?” Chansung whispered back, smiling and making Nichkhun’s eyes widen and mouth close shut.
Nichkhun’s awkwardness after that was amusing to Chansung as they waited for the food and it took too little time, in Chansung’s opinion. Nichkhun avoided his gaze and looked tinier and attractive and so funny to Chansung that he just wanted to laugh the shit out of himself but didn’t dare, for the sake of Nichkhun and all the other customers.
They were finally in the car with their food and Nichkhun turned to him. “Why the hell would you say something like that?!”
“I thought it was funny,” Chansung said with an ear-to-ear smile and started the car. “Your place?”
“You decide.” Nichkhun pouted and his eyes were a bit tired but still big and deep brown. Chansung let Nichkhun be angry and drove in the middle of afternoon traffic jam towards Nichkhun’s apartment. Once inside, he helped Nichkhun set the table and made his new friend less angry.
It was comfortable, sitting and eating, facing Nichkhun with a smile. Nichkhun taught him the names of the Thai foods, more Thai words and made him taste everything. And everything was good.
“You know, I’m happy that you called,” Nichkhun suddenly confessed. Chansung looked up. “I’m lonely and I actually think you’re nice. I don’t even have to want to choose who I spend my time with.”
“I could introduce you to my friends. If you want.”
“That’d be nice. Thanks, Chansung, really.” Chansung flinched a bit as he felt Nichkhun’s hand cover his on the table and they looked each other in the eyes for a while, in a maze, fighting to snap out of it. When they did, Nichkhun was the first to clear his throat. “I’m full.”
“Me too. What next?”
“Want to learn the way I studied Korean a long time back?” Nichkhun suggested and smiled as if nothing had happened.
Dramas. I’m fucked, Chansung thought.
“Don’t worry. It’s not like I’m that fond of dramas either. I’m not going to make you watch them with me,” Nichkhun laughed. Chansung sat on Nichkhun’s soft sofa. “A movie? Do you like anything specially?”
“Anything’s fine, really.” Chansung felt a bit weird. Nichkhun was nice. Too nice. “Don’t be so nice.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing.”
They ended up watching a typical Chinese movie in which there were two of some kind of warriors and they were both super, girl and a boy, and they fell in love which was a problem. To be honest, Chansung focused more on Nichkhun than the movie itself. His arm was so close to Nichkhun’s shoulders and he could easily just drop it onto them. Nichkhun noticed it but didn’t seem to care. He did care though, as Chansung stroked his ear with his fingertips.
“You have beautiful ears,” Chansung complimented. “Like a little boy’s.” Nichkhun blushed stupidly, on the ears too, and Chansung laughed.
“Would you get angry if I did something?” Nichkhun asked quietly. He barely managed to look Chansung in the eyes.
“I don’t… think?” Chansung hesitated, not having to wonder what Nichkhun had on his mind for too long.
Nichkhun was kissing his lips, and it was easy to lay his arm around Nichkhun’s neck now. He kissed back feeling the tension between them as he grabbed Nichkhun’s thigh to pull him to sit on his lap. Inexperienced, Nichkhun was not. Chansung could think that Nichkhun had been very popular among other people before his illness. No, he knew it, because Nichkhun was on his lap and didn’t fear the contact their bodies made in their unexpected state of lust.
Nichkhun’s hips did a good job in making Chansung shiver down there and he moaned. Was it like this last time? He just couldn’t resist? No, this was nothing like the last time. This time, Chansung wasn’t aggressive and drunk. He was his normal gentle self and sober. This time, it wasn’t just a one-night stand, but maybe hid something deeper to itself. There was something now that Chansung hadn’t dared to think about before. He squeezed Nichkhun’s hair and it was as soft as he remembered it to be. He moved his hands to touch Nichkhun’s slim body and it was like a girl’s, except he had no boobs and Chansung liked it that there was space. Space to press their bodies together properly when the time was right.
Removing their clothes was some kind of foreplay, a fight of dominance, actually. Chansung wanted to win and pushed Nichkhun’s body against the sofa mattress, getting access to Nichkhun’s neck. Nichkhun smiled with his eyes closed and Chansung looked at that smile, realized that he wanted more of it. He wanted to make Nichkhun smile, feel good and want to fight off the feeling of giving up. Chansung remembered well how Nichkhun had spoken of the cancer. I don’t think I will heal from this.
“You will heal,” he unknowingly whispered against Nichkhun’s bare chest and breathed hot against it.
“What did you say?” Nichkhun asked, full of attention. Attention towards Chansung’s hands, mouth and words.
“I want you to heal,” Chansung said, moving down to open Nichkhun’s pants and throw them to the floor. “You okay?”
“I like you Chansung.” Chansung’s heart made a race clearly wanting to win whatever the prize was.
It was the second time they made love as Chansung took Nichkhun gently and slowly. It was sweaty but comforting falling asleep next to someone and waking up for work, thanks to the other person’s phone alarm. Nichkhun smiled with sleepy eyes and pushed Chansung off the sofa.
“Work. Can’t help it,” Nichkhun mumbled and was happier than in years.
Chansung had spent all day looking over Nichkhun’s stuff, taking a shower, searching clothes from Nichkhun’s closet and texting Jinwoon. And eating leftovers. He wanted to see Nichkhun, make him happy to find company after work.
The door finally cracked open at 4pm and Chansung speed walked to see Nichkhun’s surprised expression along with a shopping bag full of food, Chansung guessed.
“You’re still here?” Nichkhun wondered out loud.
“Is it a bad thing?” Chansung asked and smiled. Nichkhun dropped the shopping bag and wrapped his arms and legs around Chansung’s neck and waist. It was Chansung’s turn to be surprised as Nichkhun buried his face against his shoulder and sniffed. “What is it?”
Nichkhun wouldn’t let go as Chansung hugged him back. He never answered, either. They stayed like that for minutes, until Chansung’s arms began to grow numb and Nichkhun dropped back to his own feet. “Should take the food to the fridge.”
Chansung looked at Nichkhun’s back and frowned.
“I missed you,” Nichkhun mumbled while emptying the bag. “Are you hungry?”
“I ate leftovers. But I like watching you eat,” Chansung said but Nichkhun looked like he was only half listening.
“I’m not hungry.” Chansung frowned at him again. “Seriously.”
“Okay.”
They didn’t talk much like the other night. Chansung got worried when it was 8pm and Nichkhun still hadn’t touched all the food he had bought.
“I’m going to sleep,” Nichkhun announced, heading for his bedroom this time. Chansung followed him and settled in the bed behind Nichkhun’s back, carefully wrapping an arm around Nichkhun’s body.
“My friends could meet with you on weekend. You interested?”
“Yeah,” Nichkhun said with a fragile voice. Then it was quiet again.
“What’s wrong?” Chansung asked after a while but Nichkhun kept quiet. “Maybe I could help you.”
Still silence… until something happened. Chansung heard quiet sobbing and lifted himself to a sitting position. Nichkhun covered his face with his arms.
“Tell me what’s wrong?” Chansung tried one more time but Nichkhun cried even harder. Chansung lifted himself from the bed, sighing. “I should leave you alone for a while. Call me if you want to see me again.”
Chansung left with those words and what made Nichkhun break was the ‘if’.
Yet again, Nichkhun was left alone to deal with depression and cry himself to sleep.
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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 Chapter 2
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“I’m sorry for not coming yesterday… I think I slept in,” Nichkhun said, smiling unconsciously. His doctor eyed him suspiciously.
“You look a bit different. Has something happened?” Doctor Ok asked friendly. They had become more familiar in a year which had helped Nichkhun grab onto his life until now. Nichkhun smiled wider.
“I talked to my parents.”
“You told them?” Surprise was written all over Doctor Ok’s, or more friendlily, Taecyeon’s face.
“No. But just…”
“How have you been recently, Nichkhun?” Taecyeon asked as Nichkhun didn’t seem to get more words out of his mouth.
“I’ve been tired. But happier, at least for now.”
“I knew something happened.”
“Maybe,” Nichkhun stated and actually made Taecyeon smile. And there was no arguing Taecyeon had a clue.
“I’m glad.”
“What’s this?” Jokwon asked demandingly as he spotted something written on Chansung’s arm. He grabbed it and eyed the writing closely, just like Jokwon would.
“A number,” Chansung stated shortly. Jinwoon laughed.
“Chansung has a guy.” Chansung almost choked on his beer. “Assuming he has a guy, that’s the guy’s number.”
“And how would you know,” Chansung mumbled bitterly.
“Simple deduction. It’s the answer to everything,” Jinwoon said knowingly.
“Chansung has a guy?! Good riddance! And nobody ever thought of telling me? You have to bring him to my place and we can cook together and watch movies and I can tell him how sweet you are and-“ Jokwon fussed.
“There’s no need,” Chansung interrupted him, “We’re not fucking. Just friends.”
“Then what about that night?” Jinwoon bullied and Chansung gave his friend a disapproving look.
“It was a mistake. But I got a new friend because of that mistake. He’s different.”
“WHAT NIGHT?!” Jokwon yelled. “You never tell me anything and I’m always left behind and out of all the cool stuff and rejected, don’t you have any respect towards your older brother, young brats like you…!” The rant could go on forever and it did as Chansung and Jinwoon had a serious discussion about the matter.
“How is he different?” Jinwoon asked in an earnest manner.
“He’s had hard times. He’s deeper than many others, it’s just… I don’t know.”
“Like in the ass?” Jinwoon smirked and it didn’t fade even when Chansung slapped him to the head. “Just kidding. Go on.”
“I didn’t know until morning. At night, it was just a sudden idea I got when I made out with him, but in the morning…” Chansung smiled and hung his head down. “We talked. A lot.”
“I guess it’s okay, then,” Jinwoon said, serious again. “Do you like him?”
The question made Chansung’s head messy. He thought on it, Nichkhun was cute, had helped him, they had had sex and it had been hot and they came along. But there was one but. “I don’t know.”
Jinwoon only nodded and moved his gaze to lie on Jokwon who was flailing around them like a little impatient child. “You’ve got some figuring out, then.”
Chansung knew that.
Nichkhun’s number on his arm was slowly fading. Chansung still hadn’t called after a few days. He had been busy. And scared. Mostly scared of himself, but also of the atmosphere. Would it be the same as it had been that morning? But he decided to give it a try.
He heard a soft yawn from the other end of the line, and then, a raspy voice said something Chansung couldn’t quite decide what it was. Probably Thai.
“Hi?” Chansung said to the phone.
“Hi? Who is this?” Nichkhun switched to Korean and Chansung smiled.
“Chansung.”
“Chansung… What is it?”
“Sounds like I called at a bad time.”
“Not at all. I was asleep,” a chuckle. Chansung felt like an idiot for smiling even wider.
“I just wondered if you’d be free this week? Tomorrow? Let’s grab something to eat,” Chansung suggested. “It was fun cooking with you.”
“I got work tomorrow…” Chansung could hear Nichkhun was disappointed. He must’ve been craving for company, because of his sickness and lost friends. Chansung thought it was cruel to leave someone suffer on their own.
“Today? I could pick you up?”
“Sounds good. I’ll text you my address. Give me an hour,” Nichkhun said, sounding like he was full of life and hung up before Chansung managed say anything else.
Nichkhun’s apartment was just like Chansung’s, as tiny but comfortable. Chansung stood awkwardly as Nichkhun put on his shoes and jacket. “Let’s go?” Nichkhun said and was the first out of the door, smiling.
“Let’s go,” Chansung agreed and soon they were in Chansung’s car. “Where to?”
“Can we have Thai food?”Nichkhun asked thoughtfully, looking out of the car window as if the world was new to him.
“From the restaurant? I first thought of preparing some ourselves, but take out sounds much better. I’m starving.”
“Good,” Nichkhun said and smiled. Chansung parked in front of a fancy looking restaurant Nichkhun pointed out not too far from his apartment. Its name was only in Thai characters and Chansung couldn’t quite tell what the restaurant’s name was. Nichkhun led him inside by his arm and it tickled his tummy. Smiling, Nichkhun ordered, given Chansung’s permission.
“Can you split the bill? Thanks,” Nichkhun said to the woman behind the counter.
“No. I’ll pay it all,” Chansung quickly squeezed in to the conversation and made Nichkhun look at him for a long time. The woman looked confused for a while before nodding at Chansung and after Chansung paid, asking them to sit at a table and wait.
Nichkhun leaned against him and whispered somewhat angrily. “Even though you know about my disease doesn’t mean you should treat me like I’m different.”
“We make it a date then, am I now allowed to treat you differently?” Chansung whispered back, smiling and making Nichkhun’s eyes widen and mouth close shut.
Nichkhun’s awkwardness after that was amusing to Chansung as they waited for the food and it took too little time, in Chansung’s opinion. Nichkhun avoided his gaze and looked tinier and attractive and so funny to Chansung that he just wanted to laugh the shit out of himself but didn’t dare, for the sake of Nichkhun and all the other customers.
They were finally in the car with their food and Nichkhun turned to him. “Why the hell would you say something like that?!”
“I thought it was funny,” Chansung said with an ear-to-ear smile and started the car. “Your place?”
“You decide.” Nichkhun pouted and his eyes were a bit tired but still big and deep brown. Chansung let Nichkhun be angry and drove in the middle of afternoon traffic jam towards Nichkhun’s apartment. Once inside, he helped Nichkhun set the table and made his new friend less angry.
It was comfortable, sitting and eating, facing Nichkhun with a smile. Nichkhun taught him the names of the Thai foods, more Thai words and made him taste everything. And everything was good.
“You know, I’m happy that you called,” Nichkhun suddenly confessed. Chansung looked up. “I’m lonely and I actually think you’re nice. I don’t even have to want to choose who I spend my time with.”
“I could introduce you to my friends. If you want.”
“That’d be nice. Thanks, Chansung, really.” Chansung flinched a bit as he felt Nichkhun’s hand cover his on the table and they looked each other in the eyes for a while, in a maze, fighting to snap out of it. When they did, Nichkhun was the first to clear his throat. “I’m full.”
“Me too. What next?”
“Want to learn the way I studied Korean a long time back?” Nichkhun suggested and smiled as if nothing had happened.
Dramas. I’m fucked, Chansung thought.
“Don’t worry. It’s not like I’m that fond of dramas either. I’m not going to make you watch them with me,” Nichkhun laughed. Chansung sat on Nichkhun’s soft sofa. “A movie? Do you like anything specially?”
“Anything’s fine, really.” Chansung felt a bit weird. Nichkhun was nice. Too nice. “Don’t be so nice.”
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing.”
They ended up watching a typical Chinese movie in which there were two of some kind of warriors and they were both super, girl and a boy, and they fell in love which was a problem. To be honest, Chansung focused more on Nichkhun than the movie itself. His arm was so close to Nichkhun’s shoulders and he could easily just drop it onto them. Nichkhun noticed it but didn’t seem to care. He did care though, as Chansung stroked his ear with his fingertips.
“You have beautiful ears,” Chansung complimented. “Like a little boy’s.” Nichkhun blushed stupidly, on the ears too, and Chansung laughed.
“Would you get angry if I did something?” Nichkhun asked quietly. He barely managed to look Chansung in the eyes.
“I don’t… think?” Chansung hesitated, not having to wonder what Nichkhun had on his mind for too long.
Nichkhun was kissing his lips, and it was easy to lay his arm around Nichkhun’s neck now. He kissed back feeling the tension between them as he grabbed Nichkhun’s thigh to pull him to sit on his lap. Inexperienced, Nichkhun was not. Chansung could think that Nichkhun had been very popular among other people before his illness. No, he knew it, because Nichkhun was on his lap and didn’t fear the contact their bodies made in their unexpected state of lust.
Nichkhun’s hips did a good job in making Chansung shiver down there and he moaned. Was it like this last time? He just couldn’t resist? No, this was nothing like the last time. This time, Chansung wasn’t aggressive and drunk. He was his normal gentle self and sober. This time, it wasn’t just a one-night stand, but maybe hid something deeper to itself. There was something now that Chansung hadn’t dared to think about before. He squeezed Nichkhun’s hair and it was as soft as he remembered it to be. He moved his hands to touch Nichkhun’s slim body and it was like a girl’s, except he had no boobs and Chansung liked it that there was space. Space to press their bodies together properly when the time was right.
Removing their clothes was some kind of foreplay, a fight of dominance, actually. Chansung wanted to win and pushed Nichkhun’s body against the sofa mattress, getting access to Nichkhun’s neck. Nichkhun smiled with his eyes closed and Chansung looked at that smile, realized that he wanted more of it. He wanted to make Nichkhun smile, feel good and want to fight off the feeling of giving up. Chansung remembered well how Nichkhun had spoken of the cancer. I don’t think I will heal from this.
“You will heal,” he unknowingly whispered against Nichkhun’s bare chest and breathed hot against it.
“What did you say?” Nichkhun asked, full of attention. Attention towards Chansung’s hands, mouth and words.
“I want you to heal,” Chansung said, moving down to open Nichkhun’s pants and throw them to the floor. “You okay?”
“I like you Chansung.” Chansung’s heart made a race clearly wanting to win whatever the prize was.
It was the second time they made love as Chansung took Nichkhun gently and slowly. It was sweaty but comforting falling asleep next to someone and waking up for work, thanks to the other person’s phone alarm. Nichkhun smiled with sleepy eyes and pushed Chansung off the sofa.
“Work. Can’t help it,” Nichkhun mumbled and was happier than in years.
Chansung had spent all day looking over Nichkhun’s stuff, taking a shower, searching clothes from Nichkhun’s closet and texting Jinwoon. And eating leftovers. He wanted to see Nichkhun, make him happy to find company after work.
The door finally cracked open at 4pm and Chansung speed walked to see Nichkhun’s surprised expression along with a shopping bag full of food, Chansung guessed.
“You’re still here?” Nichkhun wondered out loud.
“Is it a bad thing?” Chansung asked and smiled. Nichkhun dropped the shopping bag and wrapped his arms and legs around Chansung’s neck and waist. It was Chansung’s turn to be surprised as Nichkhun buried his face against his shoulder and sniffed. “What is it?”
Nichkhun wouldn’t let go as Chansung hugged him back. He never answered, either. They stayed like that for minutes, until Chansung’s arms began to grow numb and Nichkhun dropped back to his own feet. “Should take the food to the fridge.”
Chansung looked at Nichkhun’s back and frowned.
“I missed you,” Nichkhun mumbled while emptying the bag. “Are you hungry?”
“I ate leftovers. But I like watching you eat,” Chansung said but Nichkhun looked like he was only half listening.
“I’m not hungry.” Chansung frowned at him again. “Seriously.”
“Okay.”
They didn’t talk much like the other night. Chansung got worried when it was 8pm and Nichkhun still hadn’t touched all the food he had bought.
“I’m going to sleep,” Nichkhun announced, heading for his bedroom this time. Chansung followed him and settled in the bed behind Nichkhun’s back, carefully wrapping an arm around Nichkhun’s body.
“My friends could meet with you on weekend. You interested?”
“Yeah,” Nichkhun said with a fragile voice. Then it was quiet again.
“What’s wrong?” Chansung asked after a while but Nichkhun kept quiet. “Maybe I could help you.”
Still silence… until something happened. Chansung heard quiet sobbing and lifted himself to a sitting position. Nichkhun covered his face with his arms.
“Tell me what’s wrong?” Chansung tried one more time but Nichkhun cried even harder. Chansung lifted himself from the bed, sighing. “I should leave you alone for a while. Call me if you want to see me again.”
Chansung left with those words and what made Nichkhun break was the ‘if’.
Yet again, Nichkhun was left alone to deal with depression and cry himself to sleep.
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