[2pm fic] Through the Rain - (1/3)
Through the Rain
(fandom: 2pm - Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
pg-13
angst
not for profit/do not own 2pm
for: kpop_prompts (option 2A: 11. decode - paramore)
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how did we get here?
when i used to know you so well.
but how did we get here?
well, i think i know.
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Wooyoung watches from his passenger seat. The engine has turned off hours ago, but Wooyoung still feels like he's zooming past the scenery.
The window is opened just a crack. Nichkhun refuses to open it all the way because it's raining.
The sea looks confused and lost in the storm, like it doesn't know where to sent its waves. Wooyoung's body feels like that too. He's sitting with his legs curled up to the right and his upper torso twisting to the left, towards the window.
The blur of the rain drops on the glass makes everything look like the beach is streaming past Wooyoung. A mist forms on the top of Wooyoung's head and he likes it. The coolness feels so good compared to the scorching and smoldering in his chest.
"I'm closing the window" comes Nichkhun's voice suddenly. It's raspy with disuse. "You're going to catch a cold."
Wooyoung doesn't complain, though he immediately feels constricted and stuffy. Wooyoung doesn't turn back to look at Nichkhun in the eye; he can see Nichkhun clear enough in the window glass.
Nichkhun is the one constant thing amidst the world that streams by.
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but you won't take away my pride
no, not this time.
not this time.
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The feeling is overwhelming, to put it lightly. And when Wooyoung slowly shakes his head no, Nickhun feels himself getting angry. Furious.
Why should he be the one to feel so rushed? So desperate? So...
Something crumbles inside of Nichkhun. It feels a lot more worse than the time Wooyoung refused to share a room with him.
"Why?" Nichkhun had asked then.
"I like sleeping on the floor."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I don't know...besides, I promised Chansung..." and with that answer, Wooyoung had sort of drifted away. A sorry looking smile had been the only apology to Nichkhun's cracked pride.
But this time, Nichkhun didn't want no for an answer. Anything but.
"We're leaving" he tells Wooyoung. And Nichkhun feels a small victory at the disbelieving expression on Wooyoung's face.
"But..."
"Now, Wooyoung. Get your things."
The command actually works. Ten minutes later, Nichkhun is starting the engine and Wooyoung is neatly folded into the passenger's seat. Nichkhun had packed a small duffel bag the night before. It is in the backseat.
As Nichkhun turns, putting the car in reverse, he sees that a similar bag is lying alongside his. Wooyoung's.
Nichkhun suppresses an urge to smile, to laugh at his fortune and happiness. But Wooyoung looks too somber, too sad. And though Nichkhun has decided that he's going to be firm, he finds himself remaining gently quiet.
For Wooyoung. So that Nichkhun can make the decisions for the both of them. Especially the hard ones.
"Blame me" Nichkhun will tell Wooyoung later. "Blame me for everything."
(fandom: 2pm - Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
pg-13
angst
not for profit/do not own 2pm
for: kpop_prompts (option 2A: 11. decode - paramore)
%%%
how did we get here?
when i used to know you so well.
but how did we get here?
well, i think i know.
%%%
Wooyoung watches from his passenger seat. The engine has turned off hours ago, but Wooyoung still feels like he's zooming past the scenery.
The window is opened just a crack. Nichkhun refuses to open it all the way because it's raining.
The sea looks confused and lost in the storm, like it doesn't know where to sent its waves. Wooyoung's body feels like that too. He's sitting with his legs curled up to the right and his upper torso twisting to the left, towards the window.
The blur of the rain drops on the glass makes everything look like the beach is streaming past Wooyoung. A mist forms on the top of Wooyoung's head and he likes it. The coolness feels so good compared to the scorching and smoldering in his chest.
"I'm closing the window" comes Nichkhun's voice suddenly. It's raspy with disuse. "You're going to catch a cold."
Wooyoung doesn't complain, though he immediately feels constricted and stuffy. Wooyoung doesn't turn back to look at Nichkhun in the eye; he can see Nichkhun clear enough in the window glass.
Nichkhun is the one constant thing amidst the world that streams by.
%%%
but you won't take away my pride
no, not this time.
not this time.
%%%
The feeling is overwhelming, to put it lightly. And when Wooyoung slowly shakes his head no, Nickhun feels himself getting angry. Furious.
Why should he be the one to feel so rushed? So desperate? So...
Something crumbles inside of Nichkhun. It feels a lot more worse than the time Wooyoung refused to share a room with him.
"Why?" Nichkhun had asked then.
"I like sleeping on the floor."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I don't know...besides, I promised Chansung..." and with that answer, Wooyoung had sort of drifted away. A sorry looking smile had been the only apology to Nichkhun's cracked pride.
But this time, Nichkhun didn't want no for an answer. Anything but.
"We're leaving" he tells Wooyoung. And Nichkhun feels a small victory at the disbelieving expression on Wooyoung's face.
"But..."
"Now, Wooyoung. Get your things."
The command actually works. Ten minutes later, Nichkhun is starting the engine and Wooyoung is neatly folded into the passenger's seat. Nichkhun had packed a small duffel bag the night before. It is in the backseat.
As Nichkhun turns, putting the car in reverse, he sees that a similar bag is lying alongside his. Wooyoung's.
Nichkhun suppresses an urge to smile, to laugh at his fortune and happiness. But Wooyoung looks too somber, too sad. And though Nichkhun has decided that he's going to be firm, he finds himself remaining gently quiet.
For Wooyoung. So that Nichkhun can make the decisions for the both of them. Especially the hard ones.
"Blame me" Nichkhun will tell Wooyoung later. "Blame me for everything."