[2pm fic] waiting - (3/5)
Waiting
(fandom: 2pm - Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
R
angst
not for profit/do not own 2pm
for: kpop_prompts (option 2A: #7 - Waiting for the World to Fall - Jars of Clay)
interlude || and it's still winter in my wonderland
it's the week before school restarts and a ruckus is heard from next door. wooyoung wonders if mrs. bae is tile-ing her bathroom again. or something...because the sound is so noisy that wooyoung can't fall back asleep.
his precious winter vacation is going to be spoilt. wooyoung looks at the alarm clock, almost rusting on the floor beside his bed.
7 a.m.
wooyoung shoves off his blankets and rubs his arms warm again. taking all of two seconds to brush his teeth, wooyoung quickly grabs a jacket and rummages through his shoe closet for his rain boots. the ones with the wool lining.
he's still just wearing his tattered basketball shorts and a holey red shirt from the 2002 world cup.
"but it's just mrs. bae" thinks wooyoung. and so he ventures forth outside without a care in the world.
what makes wooyoung shake in his boots is the way mrs. bae's door is ajar and how bags of trash are crowding up the hallway.
"mrs. bae?" wooyoung calls out tentatively.
first wooyoung thinks, "robbers!". then, "is mrs. bae finally throwing mr. bae out?"
the last thought is "holy fuck!" because there's a foreigner standing in the door way all of the sudden. he's tall, he's white in a marble statue type way, and his eyes are freakin' huge.
with thick looking jeans, a parka, and a red and white knit beanie that has little puff balls of thread hanging from each ear piece, the foreigner looks like he's dressed for the antarctic.
wooyoung gapes open mouthed and the foreigner stares back as well, hopping from one foot to another as if he needs to use the restroom really badly.
"um..." says the foreigner and wooyoung braces his leg muscles to bolt. "i'm new neighbor."
wooyoung blinks at the bad korean, then the foreigner's words.
"but...mrs. bae..."
"oh! mrs. bae moved out with new husband."
the foreigner's smiling like he's just won the lotto and wooyoung wonders if offering this slight bit of information on a shared acquaintance really makes this guy happy.
"oh..." says wooyoung, eyeing the foreigner warily now. "and you are?"
another exaggerated smile lights up the foreigner's face as he says, "nichkhun buck horvejkul".
wooyoung blinks again and says stupidly, "oh...nihao?"
"no no no, it's nichkhun horvejkul. that's my name."
the falter in nichkhun's smile is replaced with brows furrowed in concentration. wooyoung is made to repeat the name about thirty times before the pronunciation and accent is satisfactory to nichkhun's ears.
wooyoung is too tired by the time nichkhun extends a hand.
"nice to meet you. and you are?"
wooyoung notes that nichkhun's korean is pretty good when he says this phrase. wooyoung figures that must have been the first thing he's learned.
"wooyoung" wooyoung says without much enthusiasm. "jang wooyoung."
wooyoung then shrugs. "sorry for bothering you. just wanted to see who was making such a noise this morning. welcome to korea."
wooyoung turns, hand under his shirt busy scratching at the sudden itch his embarrassment gives rise to. and he's almost at his own door when this nichkhun person stops him with a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"wait! you're my neighbor?"
wooyoung glances sideways to show the annoyance etched on his eyes. he's lost quite a bit of sleeping time to talk to this odd foreigner...
"yeah..."
"do you happen to attend dongwon high?"
"yeah..."
"that's perfect!" nichkhun says clapping a hand on wooyoung's shoulder and ushering him into mrs. bae's former apartment. "we've got a lot to talk about! all i have is ice cream though...hope you don't mind."
wooyoung's about to protest because wait, he still needs to get in more hours of sleep before winter vacation ends. and wait, he never accepted nichkhun's invitation to visit his apartment. but wait...did nichkhun just mention ice cream? in the middle of winter? yum.
wooyoung stumbles across nichkhun's threshold with a dumbfounded expression stamped both on his face and his heart. but as soon as he smells the scent of nichkhun that he's already somehow managed to instill into his apartment, wooyoung feels as if something is familiar and comforting.
wooyoung doesn't take another look back nor does he think any second thoughts as he bounces his rear onto nichkhun's plushy new sofa.
"so what flavors you got?" wooyoung asks. "better have chocolate swirl or vanilla crunch."
nichkhun smiles again, never taking his eyes off wooyoung's roaming ones. "i hope caramel delight is okay..."
"oh...my favorite" wooyoung says clapping his hands and laughing for the first time.
just like that they're friends. and though neither of them know it consciously, they're both ridiculously happy to have found each other.
(fandom: 2pm - Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
R
angst
not for profit/do not own 2pm
for: kpop_prompts (option 2A: #7 - Waiting for the World to Fall - Jars of Clay)
interlude || and it's still winter in my wonderland
it's the week before school restarts and a ruckus is heard from next door. wooyoung wonders if mrs. bae is tile-ing her bathroom again. or something...because the sound is so noisy that wooyoung can't fall back asleep.
his precious winter vacation is going to be spoilt. wooyoung looks at the alarm clock, almost rusting on the floor beside his bed.
7 a.m.
wooyoung shoves off his blankets and rubs his arms warm again. taking all of two seconds to brush his teeth, wooyoung quickly grabs a jacket and rummages through his shoe closet for his rain boots. the ones with the wool lining.
he's still just wearing his tattered basketball shorts and a holey red shirt from the 2002 world cup.
"but it's just mrs. bae" thinks wooyoung. and so he ventures forth outside without a care in the world.
what makes wooyoung shake in his boots is the way mrs. bae's door is ajar and how bags of trash are crowding up the hallway.
"mrs. bae?" wooyoung calls out tentatively.
first wooyoung thinks, "robbers!". then, "is mrs. bae finally throwing mr. bae out?"
the last thought is "holy fuck!" because there's a foreigner standing in the door way all of the sudden. he's tall, he's white in a marble statue type way, and his eyes are freakin' huge.
with thick looking jeans, a parka, and a red and white knit beanie that has little puff balls of thread hanging from each ear piece, the foreigner looks like he's dressed for the antarctic.
wooyoung gapes open mouthed and the foreigner stares back as well, hopping from one foot to another as if he needs to use the restroom really badly.
"um..." says the foreigner and wooyoung braces his leg muscles to bolt. "i'm new neighbor."
wooyoung blinks at the bad korean, then the foreigner's words.
"but...mrs. bae..."
"oh! mrs. bae moved out with new husband."
the foreigner's smiling like he's just won the lotto and wooyoung wonders if offering this slight bit of information on a shared acquaintance really makes this guy happy.
"oh..." says wooyoung, eyeing the foreigner warily now. "and you are?"
another exaggerated smile lights up the foreigner's face as he says, "nichkhun buck horvejkul".
wooyoung blinks again and says stupidly, "oh...nihao?"
"no no no, it's nichkhun horvejkul. that's my name."
the falter in nichkhun's smile is replaced with brows furrowed in concentration. wooyoung is made to repeat the name about thirty times before the pronunciation and accent is satisfactory to nichkhun's ears.
wooyoung is too tired by the time nichkhun extends a hand.
"nice to meet you. and you are?"
wooyoung notes that nichkhun's korean is pretty good when he says this phrase. wooyoung figures that must have been the first thing he's learned.
"wooyoung" wooyoung says without much enthusiasm. "jang wooyoung."
wooyoung then shrugs. "sorry for bothering you. just wanted to see who was making such a noise this morning. welcome to korea."
wooyoung turns, hand under his shirt busy scratching at the sudden itch his embarrassment gives rise to. and he's almost at his own door when this nichkhun person stops him with a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"wait! you're my neighbor?"
wooyoung glances sideways to show the annoyance etched on his eyes. he's lost quite a bit of sleeping time to talk to this odd foreigner...
"yeah..."
"do you happen to attend dongwon high?"
"yeah..."
"that's perfect!" nichkhun says clapping a hand on wooyoung's shoulder and ushering him into mrs. bae's former apartment. "we've got a lot to talk about! all i have is ice cream though...hope you don't mind."
wooyoung's about to protest because wait, he still needs to get in more hours of sleep before winter vacation ends. and wait, he never accepted nichkhun's invitation to visit his apartment. but wait...did nichkhun just mention ice cream? in the middle of winter? yum.
wooyoung stumbles across nichkhun's threshold with a dumbfounded expression stamped both on his face and his heart. but as soon as he smells the scent of nichkhun that he's already somehow managed to instill into his apartment, wooyoung feels as if something is familiar and comforting.
wooyoung doesn't take another look back nor does he think any second thoughts as he bounces his rear onto nichkhun's plushy new sofa.
"so what flavors you got?" wooyoung asks. "better have chocolate swirl or vanilla crunch."
nichkhun smiles again, never taking his eyes off wooyoung's roaming ones. "i hope caramel delight is okay..."
"oh...my favorite" wooyoung says clapping his hands and laughing for the first time.
just like that they're friends. and though neither of them know it consciously, they're both ridiculously happy to have found each other.