[2pm fic] Waiting - (5/5)
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)
the end || a little more than make-believe when all my skies are painted blue
and the clouds don't ever change the shape of who I am to you
there's something delightfully cool on wooyoung's head as his mother speaks.
"shhh..." his mother is saying. "shh...it's okay wooyoung. i'm here. i'm here."
but as wooyoung slowly wakes up, he realizes that it's not his mother. not at all. his mother is in busan not seoul. and his mother does not have a low toned, distinctly male voice. not to mention, his mother most certainly does not have a foreigner's accent.
wooyoung's eyelids fly open and his whole body stiffens. with a loud gasp he wakes, feeling like he's free-falling into an abyss of darkness, rapidly gaining momentum until...
the cool hand soothes his forehead again and wipes away his film of sweat.
"it's okay wooyoung. i'm here."
wooyoung glances to his side and groans. nichkhun's still there. next to nichkhun is a small basin of water and a white handkerchief. for a brief second wooyoung wonders why nichkhun keeps saying "i'm here. i'm here." wooyoung can see after all; he's not blind, wooyoung thinks spitefully. but then nichkhun opens his mouth and it's way too soon after his dream to function normally around nichkhun.
"your fever's gone now" nichkhun says. the perpetual smile that nichkhun has on his face is no where to be seen.
there's a sinking feeling in wooyoung's stomach and he thinks, "oh god, he knows. he knows." wooyoung wonders if he's said something in his sleep.
"you were calling my name" says nichkhun as if reading wooyoung's mind. wooyoung flushes, eyes widening in horror. "and you were panting..."
wooyoung squirms, suddenly aware of nichkhun's other hand that's clasped in his.
wooyoung doesn't say anything. "innocent until proven guilty" wooyoung doggedly thinks. his common sense is slowly coming back and he knows that nichkhun won't know anything for sure unless he can read wooyoung's mind.
"were you running away from me?"
the small whisper that escapes nichkhun's lips is so uncharacteristic of the normally confident nichkhun that wooyoung blinks a couple of times before registering that nichkhun is looking vulnerable and hurt.
"huh?" wooyoung asks. "running...?"
"you sounded scared...of me."
involuntarily, wooyoung thinks back on his dream. the panting ... as well as the moaning... as nichkhun so gently embraced him and took him from between his thighs. wooyoung suddenly feels his erection through the sheets. he's glad that he's covered; but when he tries to move so that it won't be obvious, wooyoung unfortunately notices that nichkhun is staring right at it.
"wooyoung..."
nichkhun's voice sounds different now, as if a thought's just dawned on him. the smile nichkhun usually harbors on his lips gradually returns. wooyoung breaks their intertwined fingers and pulls his hand away, curling into himself like some soft bellied invertebrate. nichkhun doesn't fight wooyoung and, ironically, it saddens wooyoung that nichkhun just accepts the sudden break.
but the hand that was once clasped in wooyoung's hand suddenly cups wooyoung's crotch and wooyoung gasps so loud that nichkhun barks a disbelieving laugh.
wooyoung thinks he must be red as a turnip now, but he doesn't care. all he feels is fear, shame, and frustration. his eyes nearly tear at the thought that nichkhun is cruel enough to make fun of all this. when wooyoung's having such a hard time...
"so is this why you've been hiding and sulking by yourself?" asks nichkhun.
but wooyoung's busy burying his face into his pillow, trying not to bawl.
"come on wooyoung. look at me."
nichkhun removes his hand and gently places his arms around wooyoung, lying next to him.
"wooyoung...wooyoung..."
the way nichkhun calls wooyoung's name is so tender and so like his dream that wooyoung peeks from the corner of his eye. the smile nichkhun wears this time is something like what's featured in wooyoung's initial nightmare. the way wooyoung's reflected in them like he's some precious treasure, as if nichkhun would give the whole world to wooyoung if he could. this is the expression that wooyoung fears because, every time he sees it, he's forced to admit that he feels the same.
gently, nichkhun lifts the comforter so that he can slide next to wooyoung. the blanket isn't big enough for two, but they make themselves fit by squeezing together, legs between legs, and arms firmly wrapped around each waist. when their foreheads bump, wooyoung lets out a snort of a giggle mixed with a watery hiccup. nichkhun kisses the bridge of wooyoung's nose and asks, "is this alright?", breathing against wooyoung's hair.
wooyoung thinks it's better than alright, that's it's perfect as far as awkward situations go. he still feels the nausea in his stomach when he thinks of the hate and ridicule they'll have to put up with for being together. but as of the moment, wooyoung feels like it's just the two of them and that, with nichkhun, he'll eventually become brave enough to face the world.
"now let's talk about that dream..." says nichkhun, suggestively kneeing wooyoung's now barely present erection lightly.
wooyoung groans and his eyes nearly roll back with the sensation. upon seeing this, nichkhun takes a huge swallow.
"on second thought, maybe i should feed you first" mumbles nichkhun.
wooyoung's a little stung. but then, nichkhun adds, "you'll need the strength if ... "
when nichkhun blushes and cannot finish his own sentence, they burst out giggling into the soft of each others' cheeks.
they spend a few moments in silence when their laughter dies down.
the softness of nichkhun's skin and the way nichkhun's hair tickles wooyoung's ear lulls him. wooyoung closes his eyes and pants softly as nichkhun's hand slides down and helps wooyoung with his dream-induced "problem".
wooyoung comes in shaky breaths, burying his nose into nichkhun's neck. and when wooyoung's finished, nichkhun wipes his hand on his own shirt, then takes the thing off.
"sorry" wooyoung breathes, unable to look directly into nichkhun's eyes afterward.
"don't be" says nichkhun seriously. "now just rest a little. i'll wake you when the food's ready."
satisfied, wooyoung readily falls asleep. before he drifts off, he wonders if nichkhun can cook. he also wonders what nichkhun's going to do with his own "problem" that had started to stiffen against wooyoung's thigh as wooyoung came.
smiling, wooyoung dreams again. he decides that when he wakes up, he'll tell nichkhun properly.
"i think i've loved you since the beginning" he'll tell him. and "i've been waiting for you."
(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)
the end || a little more than make-believe when all my skies are painted blue
and the clouds don't ever change the shape of who I am to you
there's something delightfully cool on wooyoung's head as his mother speaks.
"shhh..." his mother is saying. "shh...it's okay wooyoung. i'm here. i'm here."
but as wooyoung slowly wakes up, he realizes that it's not his mother. not at all. his mother is in busan not seoul. and his mother does not have a low toned, distinctly male voice. not to mention, his mother most certainly does not have a foreigner's accent.
wooyoung's eyelids fly open and his whole body stiffens. with a loud gasp he wakes, feeling like he's free-falling into an abyss of darkness, rapidly gaining momentum until...
the cool hand soothes his forehead again and wipes away his film of sweat.
"it's okay wooyoung. i'm here."
wooyoung glances to his side and groans. nichkhun's still there. next to nichkhun is a small basin of water and a white handkerchief. for a brief second wooyoung wonders why nichkhun keeps saying "i'm here. i'm here." wooyoung can see after all; he's not blind, wooyoung thinks spitefully. but then nichkhun opens his mouth and it's way too soon after his dream to function normally around nichkhun.
"your fever's gone now" nichkhun says. the perpetual smile that nichkhun has on his face is no where to be seen.
there's a sinking feeling in wooyoung's stomach and he thinks, "oh god, he knows. he knows." wooyoung wonders if he's said something in his sleep.
"you were calling my name" says nichkhun as if reading wooyoung's mind. wooyoung flushes, eyes widening in horror. "and you were panting..."
wooyoung squirms, suddenly aware of nichkhun's other hand that's clasped in his.
wooyoung doesn't say anything. "innocent until proven guilty" wooyoung doggedly thinks. his common sense is slowly coming back and he knows that nichkhun won't know anything for sure unless he can read wooyoung's mind.
"were you running away from me?"
the small whisper that escapes nichkhun's lips is so uncharacteristic of the normally confident nichkhun that wooyoung blinks a couple of times before registering that nichkhun is looking vulnerable and hurt.
"huh?" wooyoung asks. "running...?"
"you sounded scared...of me."
involuntarily, wooyoung thinks back on his dream. the panting ... as well as the moaning... as nichkhun so gently embraced him and took him from between his thighs. wooyoung suddenly feels his erection through the sheets. he's glad that he's covered; but when he tries to move so that it won't be obvious, wooyoung unfortunately notices that nichkhun is staring right at it.
"wooyoung..."
nichkhun's voice sounds different now, as if a thought's just dawned on him. the smile nichkhun usually harbors on his lips gradually returns. wooyoung breaks their intertwined fingers and pulls his hand away, curling into himself like some soft bellied invertebrate. nichkhun doesn't fight wooyoung and, ironically, it saddens wooyoung that nichkhun just accepts the sudden break.
but the hand that was once clasped in wooyoung's hand suddenly cups wooyoung's crotch and wooyoung gasps so loud that nichkhun barks a disbelieving laugh.
wooyoung thinks he must be red as a turnip now, but he doesn't care. all he feels is fear, shame, and frustration. his eyes nearly tear at the thought that nichkhun is cruel enough to make fun of all this. when wooyoung's having such a hard time...
"so is this why you've been hiding and sulking by yourself?" asks nichkhun.
but wooyoung's busy burying his face into his pillow, trying not to bawl.
"come on wooyoung. look at me."
nichkhun removes his hand and gently places his arms around wooyoung, lying next to him.
"wooyoung...wooyoung..."
the way nichkhun calls wooyoung's name is so tender and so like his dream that wooyoung peeks from the corner of his eye. the smile nichkhun wears this time is something like what's featured in wooyoung's initial nightmare. the way wooyoung's reflected in them like he's some precious treasure, as if nichkhun would give the whole world to wooyoung if he could. this is the expression that wooyoung fears because, every time he sees it, he's forced to admit that he feels the same.
gently, nichkhun lifts the comforter so that he can slide next to wooyoung. the blanket isn't big enough for two, but they make themselves fit by squeezing together, legs between legs, and arms firmly wrapped around each waist. when their foreheads bump, wooyoung lets out a snort of a giggle mixed with a watery hiccup. nichkhun kisses the bridge of wooyoung's nose and asks, "is this alright?", breathing against wooyoung's hair.
wooyoung thinks it's better than alright, that's it's perfect as far as awkward situations go. he still feels the nausea in his stomach when he thinks of the hate and ridicule they'll have to put up with for being together. but as of the moment, wooyoung feels like it's just the two of them and that, with nichkhun, he'll eventually become brave enough to face the world.
"now let's talk about that dream..." says nichkhun, suggestively kneeing wooyoung's now barely present erection lightly.
wooyoung groans and his eyes nearly roll back with the sensation. upon seeing this, nichkhun takes a huge swallow.
"on second thought, maybe i should feed you first" mumbles nichkhun.
wooyoung's a little stung. but then, nichkhun adds, "you'll need the strength if ... "
when nichkhun blushes and cannot finish his own sentence, they burst out giggling into the soft of each others' cheeks.
they spend a few moments in silence when their laughter dies down.
the softness of nichkhun's skin and the way nichkhun's hair tickles wooyoung's ear lulls him. wooyoung closes his eyes and pants softly as nichkhun's hand slides down and helps wooyoung with his dream-induced "problem".
wooyoung comes in shaky breaths, burying his nose into nichkhun's neck. and when wooyoung's finished, nichkhun wipes his hand on his own shirt, then takes the thing off.
"sorry" wooyoung breathes, unable to look directly into nichkhun's eyes afterward.
"don't be" says nichkhun seriously. "now just rest a little. i'll wake you when the food's ready."
satisfied, wooyoung readily falls asleep. before he drifts off, he wonders if nichkhun can cook. he also wonders what nichkhun's going to do with his own "problem" that had started to stiffen against wooyoung's thigh as wooyoung came.
smiling, wooyoung dreams again. he decides that when he wakes up, he'll tell nichkhun properly.
"i think i've loved you since the beginning" he'll tell him. and "i've been waiting for you."