Velocity ; Nichkhun/Wooyoung
I wrote this for Nichkhun's birthday ♥ Late by a day, but my internet decided to break down yesterday, so I think I'm excused :) I like this slightly more than the previous one, so maybe this indicates some improvement?
Title: Velocity
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing(s): Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Word count: 1237
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
Velocity
2PM | PG-13 | Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Love is like velocity we feel the speeding up
and the slowing down otherwise not at all
the more steady the more it feels like going nowhere
my love I want to go nowhere with you
-- Lines for painting on grains of rice, Craig Arnold
When they first meet, Nichkhun's Korean is still clumsy, at best. Conversations usually go like this - Nichkhun grapples with confusing pronunciations and tricky intonations, while Wooyoung throws out guesses, until somehow, they reach common ground and an understanding.
"Why did you even come here?" Wooyoung asks, his warm breath fogging in the cold winter air. "Isn't it hard? Being away from home. Everything familiar, safe."
Nichkhun shrugs, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his coat. "They asked, and I didn't have a reason to say no."
Wooyoung can't help but feel slightly bitter about this - how Nichkhun was noticed, selected and given the chance to potentially debut as an artiste when Wooyoung is still trying.
Nichkhun shifts his weight from foot to foot, his body swaying from side to side. He bumps shoulders with Wooyoung and smiles. "Don't give up," he says, the words turning into a cloud of condensation the moment they part from his lips. The words hang in the space between them, linger for a fraction of a second before they are carried away by the winter breeze.
In hindsight, Wooyoung supposes that this is it. The moment he started tumbling down the slippery slope of love.
There was no going back once it began. He really ought to have hit the brakes when he still could, but love always seems to come hand in hand with inertia, and by the time Wooyoung realised that he was in love, it was already too late.
Nichkhun introduces Wooyoung to some of the other trainees. They go out for lunch, and Wooyoung slowly gets to know the people Nichkhun hangs out with every day. All of them are amazingly talented and Wooyoung starts to realise why he hasn't been accepted. He has a long way to go before he reaches that kind of standard.
"There are auditions today," Nichkhun tells Wooyoung over the phone one Saturday morning. "You should come." Nichkhun is eating something, Wooyoung can hear the sound of chewing. It makes him hungry too.
Wooyoung rolls over in bed, yawning. "Maybe I should stop trying," he says. He wonders what he should eat for breakfast. He suddenly develops a craving for bananas, he wonders if some will appear in the kitchen if he wishes hard enough.
There's a beat of silence, and then Nichkhun says, "what do you mean?"
"It's just," Wooyoung sits up, trying to find the right words to explain himself. "Just that I'm getting tired. Of trying. And being rejected. Maybe this is not for me. Maybe I'll never be good enough. Besides," he adds brightly. "It's like I don't have other things to do - "
"Are you serious?" Nichkhun says, and Wooyoung wonders if he's angry because he sounds like it. Wooyoung doesn't know for sure, because he's never actually dealt with an angry Nichkhun before.
"Are you angry?" Wooyoung asks carefully.
Nichkhun hangs up on him. Wooyoung's question is answered by the monotonous dial-tone, which echoes in his ears and sounds a little like disappointment.
Three hours later, the doorbell rings and when Wooyoung answers the door, it's Nichkhun.
"What are you doing here?" Wooyoung asks, staring blankly at Nichkhun. "Don't you have practice?"
Nichkhun ignores his questions and steps into the house. "Is anyone at home?"
Wooyoung shakes his head, still unable to get over the surprise from finding Nichkhun on his doorstep. "Do you - do you want a drink?" he asks, going into auto-pilot and walking into the kitchen to get Nichkhun a drink like a good host. Nichkhun follows him in and accepts the glass of water Wooyoung hands him.
"Why are you here?" Wooyoung asks.
Nichkhun sets the glass down before even taking one sip and turns to face Wooyoung with a serious look on his face. Wooyoung starts to panic a little.
"What?" Wooyoung asks warily.
"Look," Nichkhun says. "I think that I might get to debut soon."
Wooyoung is having difficulty grasping the situation. "That's great," he says, blinking rapidly. "I mean, congrats! That's really good, I'm really happy for you." It's the truth, really, which is why Wooyoung doesn't understand why Nichkhun is frowning so deeply.
"Are you an idiot?" Nichkhun asks, visibly exasperated.
"What's wrong with you?" Wooyoung retorts, mildly insulted. "I have no idea what you're saying."
"No, don't you understand?" Nichkhun says, raising his voice, running his hand through his hair in frustration. It feels like they're back to square one, back to the early days on their friendship - Nichkhun struggling to convey what he thinks, and Wooyoung trying to understand, the two of them reaching towards that common ground.
Nichkhun exhales, and it's a long tired sigh. "What I mean is I know you're good enough. I know it. I want you to come for the auditions. I want to debut with you."
Wooyoung's heart does a series of complicated acrobatic tricks in his chest. He thinks he might throw up any moment. "I don't know what you're saying," he says faintly, even though that's a lie. He understood what Nichkhun said, every single word.
"What do I need to do for you to go?" Nichkhun asks quietly.
"It's not like that," Wooyoung says, starting to feel breathless. "We can't always get what we want." He stares into Nichkhun's face, and suddenly feels like crying. I want it more than you do, he wants to say, but Nichkhun grabs hold of his shoulders and every coherent thought in Wooyoung's mind turns into smoke.
Nichkhun kisses him. Wooyoung makes a desperate flailing motion, and the only thought that flashes into his head is this is my first kiss. And then this is Nichkhun. And then finally, oh, fuck yes.
Nichkhun's hands move from his shoulders to the sides of his face, tilting Wooyoung's face sideways and fitting their bodies together.
Wooyoung leans backwards, and in search of some kind of anchoring, he grabs onto the corner of the table. Something hits ground and shatters noisily. Wooyoung breaks the kiss, jerking backwards in alarm. He looks down and realised that he'd knocked the glass of water off the table. Glass shards are scattered across the floor and the puddle of water is spreading slowly.
"Oh damn," Nichkhun says, and there's a lovely pink flush on his face that makes Wooyoung's heart knot painfully. He hates himself for falling so hard.
"It's okay," Wooyoung says, pressing the back of his hand against his lips. They feel like they are burning. "I'll clean it up."
Nichkhun grabs his wrist. "Please," he says quietly. "Please," he repeats, leaning closer until their foreheads bump and Wooyoung can feel Nichkhun's warm breath on his face.
"I'll go," Wooyoung says, because Nichkhun asked. Because Nichkhun can drive him to his knees with a single smile. Because he'd follow Nichkhun anywhere. Because he could find happiness just going nowhere with Nichkhun. Because the truth is he loves -
Maybe it's because Wooyoung put his heart and soul into his performance, thinking only of Nichkhun and nothing else, or maybe it's because Nichkhun took his hand before he went on stage and told him I love you, but this time, Wooyoung tried and he made it.
When Nichkhun finds him afterwards and kisses him like they'll never see tomorrow, Wooyoung just knows - call it gut feeling or blind faith - that somehow, in the future, the two of them will stand on one stage together.
♥?
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
Title: Velocity
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing(s): Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Word count: 1237
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
Velocity
2PM | PG-13 | Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Love is like velocity we feel the speeding up
and the slowing down otherwise not at all
the more steady the more it feels like going nowhere
my love I want to go nowhere with you
-- Lines for painting on grains of rice, Craig Arnold
When they first meet, Nichkhun's Korean is still clumsy, at best. Conversations usually go like this - Nichkhun grapples with confusing pronunciations and tricky intonations, while Wooyoung throws out guesses, until somehow, they reach common ground and an understanding.
"Why did you even come here?" Wooyoung asks, his warm breath fogging in the cold winter air. "Isn't it hard? Being away from home. Everything familiar, safe."
Nichkhun shrugs, pushing his hands deep into the pockets of his coat. "They asked, and I didn't have a reason to say no."
Wooyoung can't help but feel slightly bitter about this - how Nichkhun was noticed, selected and given the chance to potentially debut as an artiste when Wooyoung is still trying.
Nichkhun shifts his weight from foot to foot, his body swaying from side to side. He bumps shoulders with Wooyoung and smiles. "Don't give up," he says, the words turning into a cloud of condensation the moment they part from his lips. The words hang in the space between them, linger for a fraction of a second before they are carried away by the winter breeze.
In hindsight, Wooyoung supposes that this is it. The moment he started tumbling down the slippery slope of love.
There was no going back once it began. He really ought to have hit the brakes when he still could, but love always seems to come hand in hand with inertia, and by the time Wooyoung realised that he was in love, it was already too late.
Nichkhun introduces Wooyoung to some of the other trainees. They go out for lunch, and Wooyoung slowly gets to know the people Nichkhun hangs out with every day. All of them are amazingly talented and Wooyoung starts to realise why he hasn't been accepted. He has a long way to go before he reaches that kind of standard.
"There are auditions today," Nichkhun tells Wooyoung over the phone one Saturday morning. "You should come." Nichkhun is eating something, Wooyoung can hear the sound of chewing. It makes him hungry too.
Wooyoung rolls over in bed, yawning. "Maybe I should stop trying," he says. He wonders what he should eat for breakfast. He suddenly develops a craving for bananas, he wonders if some will appear in the kitchen if he wishes hard enough.
There's a beat of silence, and then Nichkhun says, "what do you mean?"
"It's just," Wooyoung sits up, trying to find the right words to explain himself. "Just that I'm getting tired. Of trying. And being rejected. Maybe this is not for me. Maybe I'll never be good enough. Besides," he adds brightly. "It's like I don't have other things to do - "
"Are you serious?" Nichkhun says, and Wooyoung wonders if he's angry because he sounds like it. Wooyoung doesn't know for sure, because he's never actually dealt with an angry Nichkhun before.
"Are you angry?" Wooyoung asks carefully.
Nichkhun hangs up on him. Wooyoung's question is answered by the monotonous dial-tone, which echoes in his ears and sounds a little like disappointment.
Three hours later, the doorbell rings and when Wooyoung answers the door, it's Nichkhun.
"What are you doing here?" Wooyoung asks, staring blankly at Nichkhun. "Don't you have practice?"
Nichkhun ignores his questions and steps into the house. "Is anyone at home?"
Wooyoung shakes his head, still unable to get over the surprise from finding Nichkhun on his doorstep. "Do you - do you want a drink?" he asks, going into auto-pilot and walking into the kitchen to get Nichkhun a drink like a good host. Nichkhun follows him in and accepts the glass of water Wooyoung hands him.
"Why are you here?" Wooyoung asks.
Nichkhun sets the glass down before even taking one sip and turns to face Wooyoung with a serious look on his face. Wooyoung starts to panic a little.
"What?" Wooyoung asks warily.
"Look," Nichkhun says. "I think that I might get to debut soon."
Wooyoung is having difficulty grasping the situation. "That's great," he says, blinking rapidly. "I mean, congrats! That's really good, I'm really happy for you." It's the truth, really, which is why Wooyoung doesn't understand why Nichkhun is frowning so deeply.
"Are you an idiot?" Nichkhun asks, visibly exasperated.
"What's wrong with you?" Wooyoung retorts, mildly insulted. "I have no idea what you're saying."
"No, don't you understand?" Nichkhun says, raising his voice, running his hand through his hair in frustration. It feels like they're back to square one, back to the early days on their friendship - Nichkhun struggling to convey what he thinks, and Wooyoung trying to understand, the two of them reaching towards that common ground.
Nichkhun exhales, and it's a long tired sigh. "What I mean is I know you're good enough. I know it. I want you to come for the auditions. I want to debut with you."
Wooyoung's heart does a series of complicated acrobatic tricks in his chest. He thinks he might throw up any moment. "I don't know what you're saying," he says faintly, even though that's a lie. He understood what Nichkhun said, every single word.
"What do I need to do for you to go?" Nichkhun asks quietly.
"It's not like that," Wooyoung says, starting to feel breathless. "We can't always get what we want." He stares into Nichkhun's face, and suddenly feels like crying. I want it more than you do, he wants to say, but Nichkhun grabs hold of his shoulders and every coherent thought in Wooyoung's mind turns into smoke.
Nichkhun kisses him. Wooyoung makes a desperate flailing motion, and the only thought that flashes into his head is this is my first kiss. And then this is Nichkhun. And then finally, oh, fuck yes.
Nichkhun's hands move from his shoulders to the sides of his face, tilting Wooyoung's face sideways and fitting their bodies together.
Wooyoung leans backwards, and in search of some kind of anchoring, he grabs onto the corner of the table. Something hits ground and shatters noisily. Wooyoung breaks the kiss, jerking backwards in alarm. He looks down and realised that he'd knocked the glass of water off the table. Glass shards are scattered across the floor and the puddle of water is spreading slowly.
"Oh damn," Nichkhun says, and there's a lovely pink flush on his face that makes Wooyoung's heart knot painfully. He hates himself for falling so hard.
"It's okay," Wooyoung says, pressing the back of his hand against his lips. They feel like they are burning. "I'll clean it up."
Nichkhun grabs his wrist. "Please," he says quietly. "Please," he repeats, leaning closer until their foreheads bump and Wooyoung can feel Nichkhun's warm breath on his face.
"I'll go," Wooyoung says, because Nichkhun asked. Because Nichkhun can drive him to his knees with a single smile. Because he'd follow Nichkhun anywhere. Because he could find happiness just going nowhere with Nichkhun. Because the truth is he loves -
Maybe it's because Wooyoung put his heart and soul into his performance, thinking only of Nichkhun and nothing else, or maybe it's because Nichkhun took his hand before he went on stage and told him I love you, but this time, Wooyoung tried and he made it.
When Nichkhun finds him afterwards and kisses him like they'll never see tomorrow, Wooyoung just knows - call it gut feeling or blind faith - that somehow, in the future, the two of them will stand on one stage together.
♥?
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE