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Author cocobaby347
Title: A Fool's Holiday (19/?)
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: Leaves this here and pretends like it hasn't been 2 years. Happy Valentine's Day~!
EDIT 2/19/2015: I'm so sorry upon further review I realized that I only posted half the chapter im so sorry OTL so if u read it already there's a second half!!!
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 [Unlocked] | 8.5 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 (pt. 1) | 12 (pt. 2) | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 |
Chansung’s visage twisted into one of disgust right before he ejected his mouth’s contents into a napkin. The rest of the men sitting at the table erupted into laughter, with Jaebeom and Junsu cackling the loudest. “It’s rank isn’t it?” Jay snorted shortly after he recovered.
The napkins Junho kept sliding toward Chansung were snatched up immediately to scrub away at his tongue. “That was gross. It wasn’t even close to food!”
Junsu howled and toppled out of his chair and Jaebeom collapsed from a fit of giggles onto a very forlorn looking Taecyeon.
“Not even Chansung likes your nasty food, Taecyeon.” Junsu said as he crawled his way back up.
“I don’t blame him it even looks like poison.” Wooyoung said, causing another round of laughter. Taecyeon sent him a devastated look. He grinned wide and added, “Sorry.”
“I worked really hard on that, guys…”
“Not hard enough,” Junsu said. “Jesus Christ, Taecyeon, was that an assassination attempt? Because maybe you’re going into the wrong field; you nearly killed us all.”
“Yeah, if the food hadn’t done it, the smoke from the kitchen was close to suffocating the entire apartment, man.”
“Oh come on!”
Wooyoung smiled again, charming and bright, and Nichkhun sighed softly.
He had such a pretty smile. And such pretty teeth.
Nichkhun wanted to count those teeth.
With his tongue.
Preferably soon.
He gently nudged his foot against Wooyoung’s ankle under the table, because as happy-making as Wooyoung’s smile was, Nichkhun liked it most when it was directed toward him. More than anything, he just wanted Wooyoung’s attention.
Wooyoung must have thought it was an accident, though, because he didn’t turn his attention away from the others who were still ribbing Taecyeon. Inwardly, Nichkhun frowned. Well that’s not very good. Apparently, a switch-up in strategies was imperative.
Nichkhun then slipped off his shoe and started slowly dragging the tip of his foot upwards, catching Wooyoung’s sweatpants on accident and pulling the fabric up with it. The smile Wooyoung had been sporting earlier quickly faded away, leaving him slightly gaping instead as he stared at Nichkhun in confusion and embarrassment.
Playing footsie with Wooyoung while they were out eating dinner with their friends hadn’t been entered into Nichkhun’s itinerary for the day, but hey! He had been quite open to change lately, why stop now?
“Hey, Wooyoung, is that any good? I was thinking about getting some.” Junho gestured towards the food spread before his friend as he spoke.
“Hm?” Wooyoung’s head jerked toward Junho. He stammered, “Oh, uh, yeah! Yeah it’s um-it’s not bad. You can try some if you want.”
Junho shrugged and immediately dug in, giving Wooyoung a moment to glance back up at Nichkhun who stared back him evenly. Nichkhun took this moment to try again, pressing his sole against Wooyoung’s ankle and massaged gently. He kept his face as neutral as possible while watching Wooyoung’s carefully. If Wooyoung wanted him to stop, he would. And considering they were in public with all of their friends whom they had silently agreed not to tell about their relationship, Nichkhun could see why he wouldn’t want to continue.
However…
Wooyoung shifted his leg and averted his gaze, a tint of pink crawling up his neck. Fidgeting, but not shying away from the contact, Wooyoung continued to flush and his tongue darted out nervously to wet his lips. It didn’t take long for Nichkhun to slide his foot up Wooyoung’s calf, letting up on the pressure when he got closer to Wooyoung’s knee and then letting his foot drop down to wrap around his ankle. With a sudden jerk of his knee, Nichkhun pulled Wooyoung’s foot toward him causing his upper body to follow with the motion.
“What was that, Wooyoung; you okay over there?” Junho asked when he noticed his friend’s sudden movement.
“Yeah, I-” Wooyoung’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “I’m fine just…I had an itch.”
An itch.
A swig of juice prevented Nichkhun from completely losing his composure by bursting out in laughter.
“…Right.”
Jaebeom looked over at them from across the table and grimaced. “Oh God,” he started irritably, his face scrunching up. “Please don’t turn into another Nichkhun, he’s just started to get over his weirdness we don’t need that kind of negativity from anyone, man.”
Sighing, Nichkhun pulled his foot back and pushed it in to his shoe. Well that’s ruined.
“Not this again-”
Junsu leaned back to look around Jaebeom and Taecyeon and said, “No, Jay does have a point. After your breakup you were all spacey and weird before you turned into a straight downer.”
Taecyeon turned to Nichkhun and nodded. “That is true,” he said diplomatically.
Nichkhun wanted to say ‘fuck you and the dishonored cow you rode in on’ but decided narrowing his eyes instead would suffice. Traitor. And after all he had done for that ungrateful man.
“I’m only being honest…”
“That’s why nobody likes you.”
Taecyeon drew back as if Nichkhun had slapped him across the face.
“That and he can’t cook worth a damn,” Junsu threw in while Jaebeom angrily mumbled about “gnarly toenails” along with an entire list of grievances he apparently had with Taecyeon.
With the topic of conversation again at Taecyeon’s expense, Nichkhun took the opportunity to return his attention back to his previous activity. But when he looked over to Wooyoung, Nichkhun was met with an unidentifiable stare. Any words Nichkhun planned to say melted on his tongue, slid down his esophagus, and roughly burrowed into his stomach as he tried to decipher what that look met. Wooyoung averted his gaze before he could.
The uncomfortable feeling in Nichkhun’s gut intensified with a sudden wrench. What just happened? They were good about 5 minutes ago and now, the air between them was stiff like cardboard. Was he mad? Well, no, he didn’t look angry, at least that’s not what Nichkhun thought he saw.
Picking at the rest of his food, Nichkhun sighed; maybe he was making a big deal out of nothing. He’d ask Wooyoung about it when they were alone.
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A moan crawled out of Nichkhun’s throat when Wooyoung firmly ground his hips down. Nichkhun impatiently grabbed a handful of his hair, dragging Wooyoung up from kissing his neck to press their lips together. Wooyoung tilted his head as Nichkhun used the hand still buried in his hair to draw Wooyoung closer, massaging their lips together more urgently than before. He bucked upward and slid a hand under Wooyoung’s shirt, desperate for the feeling of heated skin, scrapping fingernails along Wooyoung’s arched spine.
They had been studying…no, really, studying actual books with factual information but then they took a break and well-this is where they were now.
Nichkhun wanted-no needed-more contact with Wooyoung. He palmed his hand along Wooyoung’s heated skin to his chest. When Nichkhun’s fingers brushed over one of Wooyoung’s nipples, his lips parted in a light gasp right before he pushed himself off Nichkhun’s chest.
“Do you want to stop?” Nichkhun asked, slightly winded. Wooyoung’s hands tightly curled into the fabric of Nichkhun’s shirt.
“No. No that’s not-” Wooyoung stopped abruptly and gave Nichkhun that look again, the one he had given him at dinner. “It’s nothing,” he said quietly before leaning back down to initiate another kiss.
Now, Nichkhun didn’t want to press his luck, but with Wooyoung’s hands hesitant and his lips loath, he thought it would be better if they didn’t tap dance around the obvious issue.
“If something’s bothering you we can talk about it,” Nichkhun sighed as he sat up, hand sliding down to settle on Wooyoung’s waist to gently push the other man off him.
Wooyoung settled next to him, back straight, hands folded in his lap while he frowned down at them. A few moments passed while Nichkhun waited for Wooyoung to vocalize his worries from earlier that day. Nichkhun was close to suggesting they both drop the issue when Wooyoung spoke suddenly.
“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
Oh.
So that’s what this was about.
Nichkhun blinked and sat up straighter.
“Well-no I shouldn’t say-I figured at some point you-but not like-I didn’t know it was a thing-” Wooyoung fell over the words that came racing out of his mouth, each one having a false start.
“Sorry,” out of reflex Nichkhun apologized, though, he wasn’t quite sure for what.
“No!” Wooyoung whipped toward him and Nichkhun jumped at the sudden changed in volume. “I was just curious; it sounded like it ended…pretty bad…” Wooyoung’s voice trailed off at the end, the burst of energy draining as he lost his confidence, again.
Not knowing what to say, Nichkhun stayed silent. This was not a conversation he had prepared for. The last thing Nichkhun expected out of his “agreement” with Wooyoung was a discussion relating to past relationships. At least, not in any detail.
Taking Nichkhun’s silence for rejection, Wooyoung quietly said, “Never mind, it’s none of my business.”
“No, uh-” Nichkhun paused, still in the middle of trying to formulate a proper sentence. “It’s uh…it’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it, really.”
“Basically, I um, I was dating someone about a year ago and it…ended.”
“Oh.”
“I mean-it was-it was my fault. Well, she left me, but I was too…” Nichkhun falters because the only word he can think of is the one she had left him with: ‘perfect’.
“Nichkhun, you really don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Regret and rigidity began to seep through Wooyoung’s skin and set in his bones as he cursed his own curiosity. The last thing he had wanted to do was upset Nichkhun.
“No, no, this is good, this is…this is the first time I’ve really talked it through before.” Nichkhun swallowed thickly, savoring the few extra seconds to cluster his thoughts together. “I uh…I really loved her.” It is a simple statement, but powerful in its simplicity; it’s the absolute truth. Nichkhun barked out a pained laugh that made Wooyoung tense up even further. He’s silent and stock still at this point, and doesn’t know whether too look at Nichkhun or anywhere else in the room. Not that it mattered anyway considering Nichkhun wasn’t even looking at him, too caught up in his own moment to do anything but speak. “Wow it feels good to say that; I loved her. And-and it’s dumb because I chased her away. I was so…so obsessed with everything being impeccable at all times at every single moment-second-I didn’t even really get to enjoy the relationship half the time. And neither did she. I suffocated her; that’s why she left and I had no one to blame but myself.” The words pushed their way out of Nichkhun a gushing dam of unsolved emotional turmoil, too fast to stem even if he had wanted to.
“You know, I saw her recently? I saw her a few months ago and-and she looked so happy. And I realized that I hadn’t seen her look like that since we started dating and it…um. It-uh, it kind of…fucked me up.” Nichkhun laughs again, much weaker, the drain of recollection too taxing. So quietly, Wooyoung has to lean in to hear, Nichkhun continues, “I even thought about proposing to her. Dumb, right? Barely dating for a year and all ready to be tied down for the rest of my life. In hindsight it’s good that she dumped me; that could have been a disaster.” The statement rings like a joke but Wooyoung doesn’t laugh.
Frowning, Wooyoung replies slowly, “I’m sorry, Nichkhun. I know that it sucks to care for someone and have them not…feel the same way. Obviously, it was nothing like with you, I mean, I was young-I was in high school-and there was this…guy. He was older. I shouldn’t have-I was-I was way too young. And naïve. I met him right after I had, kind of, run away and I was so angry I would have done anything to piss my father off; even leave with a complete stranger.” Wooyoung swallowed and looked down at his tightly entwined hands. “He’s how I figured out I-well he, he taught me a lot of things, I guess.” A short, sad chuckle leaves his mouth before he said, “Of course I ended up taking it more seriously than he did, as usual how these things go. And…that was that!” With a tone of finality Wooyoung clapped his white knuckled hands against thighs and turned toward Nichkhun fully. “Sorry, we were talking about and I just derailed and hijacked this whole-”
“No, no! Wooyoung, really, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.” Nichkhun finally manages to look up and find the eye-contact to not be as awkward as he would of thought.
They hold the others gaze for a moment letting the silence ring around them, the only noise being that from the background; the drip drip of the leaky faucet, they even a jingling of keys from down the hall as another tenant unlocks their door. And then it’s too much for Wooyoung who clears his throat and looks away. “We should probably pack up; I know you have class and I have some other, actual studying to do.” He titters out nervously, avoiding Nichkhun’s eyes as he scrambles to gather up Nichkhun’s things and dump them into his bag. Nichkhun stands up awkwardly and Wooyoung all but pushes him out the door, bag in hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Hey, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun gently calls out. Wooyoung looks up, flighty, embarrassed, still not knowing how to react to the info dump from either of them. “Thank you. For sharing that with me. Really.”
For a split second Wooyoung looks surprised which quickly melts into a small release of tension from his shoulders. “Thank you, too.”
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Title: A Fool's Holiday (19/?)
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: Leaves this here and pretends like it hasn't been 2 years. Happy Valentine's Day~!
EDIT 2/19/2015: I'm so sorry upon further review I realized that I only posted half the chapter im so sorry OTL so if u read it already there's a second half!!!
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 [Unlocked] | 8.5 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 (pt. 1) | 12 (pt. 2) | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 |
Chansung’s visage twisted into one of disgust right before he ejected his mouth’s contents into a napkin. The rest of the men sitting at the table erupted into laughter, with Jaebeom and Junsu cackling the loudest. “It’s rank isn’t it?” Jay snorted shortly after he recovered.
The napkins Junho kept sliding toward Chansung were snatched up immediately to scrub away at his tongue. “That was gross. It wasn’t even close to food!”
Junsu howled and toppled out of his chair and Jaebeom collapsed from a fit of giggles onto a very forlorn looking Taecyeon.
“Not even Chansung likes your nasty food, Taecyeon.” Junsu said as he crawled his way back up.
“I don’t blame him it even looks like poison.” Wooyoung said, causing another round of laughter. Taecyeon sent him a devastated look. He grinned wide and added, “Sorry.”
“I worked really hard on that, guys…”
“Not hard enough,” Junsu said. “Jesus Christ, Taecyeon, was that an assassination attempt? Because maybe you’re going into the wrong field; you nearly killed us all.”
“Yeah, if the food hadn’t done it, the smoke from the kitchen was close to suffocating the entire apartment, man.”
“Oh come on!”
Wooyoung smiled again, charming and bright, and Nichkhun sighed softly.
He had such a pretty smile. And such pretty teeth.
Nichkhun wanted to count those teeth.
With his tongue.
Preferably soon.
He gently nudged his foot against Wooyoung’s ankle under the table, because as happy-making as Wooyoung’s smile was, Nichkhun liked it most when it was directed toward him. More than anything, he just wanted Wooyoung’s attention.
Wooyoung must have thought it was an accident, though, because he didn’t turn his attention away from the others who were still ribbing Taecyeon. Inwardly, Nichkhun frowned. Well that’s not very good. Apparently, a switch-up in strategies was imperative.
Nichkhun then slipped off his shoe and started slowly dragging the tip of his foot upwards, catching Wooyoung’s sweatpants on accident and pulling the fabric up with it. The smile Wooyoung had been sporting earlier quickly faded away, leaving him slightly gaping instead as he stared at Nichkhun in confusion and embarrassment.
Playing footsie with Wooyoung while they were out eating dinner with their friends hadn’t been entered into Nichkhun’s itinerary for the day, but hey! He had been quite open to change lately, why stop now?
“Hey, Wooyoung, is that any good? I was thinking about getting some.” Junho gestured towards the food spread before his friend as he spoke.
“Hm?” Wooyoung’s head jerked toward Junho. He stammered, “Oh, uh, yeah! Yeah it’s um-it’s not bad. You can try some if you want.”
Junho shrugged and immediately dug in, giving Wooyoung a moment to glance back up at Nichkhun who stared back him evenly. Nichkhun took this moment to try again, pressing his sole against Wooyoung’s ankle and massaged gently. He kept his face as neutral as possible while watching Wooyoung’s carefully. If Wooyoung wanted him to stop, he would. And considering they were in public with all of their friends whom they had silently agreed not to tell about their relationship, Nichkhun could see why he wouldn’t want to continue.
However…
Wooyoung shifted his leg and averted his gaze, a tint of pink crawling up his neck. Fidgeting, but not shying away from the contact, Wooyoung continued to flush and his tongue darted out nervously to wet his lips. It didn’t take long for Nichkhun to slide his foot up Wooyoung’s calf, letting up on the pressure when he got closer to Wooyoung’s knee and then letting his foot drop down to wrap around his ankle. With a sudden jerk of his knee, Nichkhun pulled Wooyoung’s foot toward him causing his upper body to follow with the motion.
“What was that, Wooyoung; you okay over there?” Junho asked when he noticed his friend’s sudden movement.
“Yeah, I-” Wooyoung’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “I’m fine just…I had an itch.”
An itch.
A swig of juice prevented Nichkhun from completely losing his composure by bursting out in laughter.
“…Right.”
Jaebeom looked over at them from across the table and grimaced. “Oh God,” he started irritably, his face scrunching up. “Please don’t turn into another Nichkhun, he’s just started to get over his weirdness we don’t need that kind of negativity from anyone, man.”
Sighing, Nichkhun pulled his foot back and pushed it in to his shoe. Well that’s ruined.
“Not this again-”
Junsu leaned back to look around Jaebeom and Taecyeon and said, “No, Jay does have a point. After your breakup you were all spacey and weird before you turned into a straight downer.”
Taecyeon turned to Nichkhun and nodded. “That is true,” he said diplomatically.
Nichkhun wanted to say ‘fuck you and the dishonored cow you rode in on’ but decided narrowing his eyes instead would suffice. Traitor. And after all he had done for that ungrateful man.
“I’m only being honest…”
“That’s why nobody likes you.”
Taecyeon drew back as if Nichkhun had slapped him across the face.
“That and he can’t cook worth a damn,” Junsu threw in while Jaebeom angrily mumbled about “gnarly toenails” along with an entire list of grievances he apparently had with Taecyeon.
With the topic of conversation again at Taecyeon’s expense, Nichkhun took the opportunity to return his attention back to his previous activity. But when he looked over to Wooyoung, Nichkhun was met with an unidentifiable stare. Any words Nichkhun planned to say melted on his tongue, slid down his esophagus, and roughly burrowed into his stomach as he tried to decipher what that look met. Wooyoung averted his gaze before he could.
The uncomfortable feeling in Nichkhun’s gut intensified with a sudden wrench. What just happened? They were good about 5 minutes ago and now, the air between them was stiff like cardboard. Was he mad? Well, no, he didn’t look angry, at least that’s not what Nichkhun thought he saw.
Picking at the rest of his food, Nichkhun sighed; maybe he was making a big deal out of nothing. He’d ask Wooyoung about it when they were alone.
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A moan crawled out of Nichkhun’s throat when Wooyoung firmly ground his hips down. Nichkhun impatiently grabbed a handful of his hair, dragging Wooyoung up from kissing his neck to press their lips together. Wooyoung tilted his head as Nichkhun used the hand still buried in his hair to draw Wooyoung closer, massaging their lips together more urgently than before. He bucked upward and slid a hand under Wooyoung’s shirt, desperate for the feeling of heated skin, scrapping fingernails along Wooyoung’s arched spine.
They had been studying…no, really, studying actual books with factual information but then they took a break and well-this is where they were now.
Nichkhun wanted-no needed-more contact with Wooyoung. He palmed his hand along Wooyoung’s heated skin to his chest. When Nichkhun’s fingers brushed over one of Wooyoung’s nipples, his lips parted in a light gasp right before he pushed himself off Nichkhun’s chest.
“Do you want to stop?” Nichkhun asked, slightly winded. Wooyoung’s hands tightly curled into the fabric of Nichkhun’s shirt.
“No. No that’s not-” Wooyoung stopped abruptly and gave Nichkhun that look again, the one he had given him at dinner. “It’s nothing,” he said quietly before leaning back down to initiate another kiss.
Now, Nichkhun didn’t want to press his luck, but with Wooyoung’s hands hesitant and his lips loath, he thought it would be better if they didn’t tap dance around the obvious issue.
“If something’s bothering you we can talk about it,” Nichkhun sighed as he sat up, hand sliding down to settle on Wooyoung’s waist to gently push the other man off him.
Wooyoung settled next to him, back straight, hands folded in his lap while he frowned down at them. A few moments passed while Nichkhun waited for Wooyoung to vocalize his worries from earlier that day. Nichkhun was close to suggesting they both drop the issue when Wooyoung spoke suddenly.
“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
Oh.
So that’s what this was about.
Nichkhun blinked and sat up straighter.
“Well-no I shouldn’t say-I figured at some point you-but not like-I didn’t know it was a thing-” Wooyoung fell over the words that came racing out of his mouth, each one having a false start.
“Sorry,” out of reflex Nichkhun apologized, though, he wasn’t quite sure for what.
“No!” Wooyoung whipped toward him and Nichkhun jumped at the sudden changed in volume. “I was just curious; it sounded like it ended…pretty bad…” Wooyoung’s voice trailed off at the end, the burst of energy draining as he lost his confidence, again.
Not knowing what to say, Nichkhun stayed silent. This was not a conversation he had prepared for. The last thing Nichkhun expected out of his “agreement” with Wooyoung was a discussion relating to past relationships. At least, not in any detail.
Taking Nichkhun’s silence for rejection, Wooyoung quietly said, “Never mind, it’s none of my business.”
“No, uh-” Nichkhun paused, still in the middle of trying to formulate a proper sentence. “It’s uh…it’s okay. I don’t mind talking about it, really.”
“Basically, I um, I was dating someone about a year ago and it…ended.”
“Oh.”
“I mean-it was-it was my fault. Well, she left me, but I was too…” Nichkhun falters because the only word he can think of is the one she had left him with: ‘perfect’.
“Nichkhun, you really don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Regret and rigidity began to seep through Wooyoung’s skin and set in his bones as he cursed his own curiosity. The last thing he had wanted to do was upset Nichkhun.
“No, no, this is good, this is…this is the first time I’ve really talked it through before.” Nichkhun swallowed thickly, savoring the few extra seconds to cluster his thoughts together. “I uh…I really loved her.” It is a simple statement, but powerful in its simplicity; it’s the absolute truth. Nichkhun barked out a pained laugh that made Wooyoung tense up even further. He’s silent and stock still at this point, and doesn’t know whether too look at Nichkhun or anywhere else in the room. Not that it mattered anyway considering Nichkhun wasn’t even looking at him, too caught up in his own moment to do anything but speak. “Wow it feels good to say that; I loved her. And-and it’s dumb because I chased her away. I was so…so obsessed with everything being impeccable at all times at every single moment-second-I didn’t even really get to enjoy the relationship half the time. And neither did she. I suffocated her; that’s why she left and I had no one to blame but myself.” The words pushed their way out of Nichkhun a gushing dam of unsolved emotional turmoil, too fast to stem even if he had wanted to.
“You know, I saw her recently? I saw her a few months ago and-and she looked so happy. And I realized that I hadn’t seen her look like that since we started dating and it…um. It-uh, it kind of…fucked me up.” Nichkhun laughs again, much weaker, the drain of recollection too taxing. So quietly, Wooyoung has to lean in to hear, Nichkhun continues, “I even thought about proposing to her. Dumb, right? Barely dating for a year and all ready to be tied down for the rest of my life. In hindsight it’s good that she dumped me; that could have been a disaster.” The statement rings like a joke but Wooyoung doesn’t laugh.
Frowning, Wooyoung replies slowly, “I’m sorry, Nichkhun. I know that it sucks to care for someone and have them not…feel the same way. Obviously, it was nothing like with you, I mean, I was young-I was in high school-and there was this…guy. He was older. I shouldn’t have-I was-I was way too young. And naïve. I met him right after I had, kind of, run away and I was so angry I would have done anything to piss my father off; even leave with a complete stranger.” Wooyoung swallowed and looked down at his tightly entwined hands. “He’s how I figured out I-well he, he taught me a lot of things, I guess.” A short, sad chuckle leaves his mouth before he said, “Of course I ended up taking it more seriously than he did, as usual how these things go. And…that was that!” With a tone of finality Wooyoung clapped his white knuckled hands against thighs and turned toward Nichkhun fully. “Sorry, we were talking about and I just derailed and hijacked this whole-”
“No, no! Wooyoung, really, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all.” Nichkhun finally manages to look up and find the eye-contact to not be as awkward as he would of thought.
They hold the others gaze for a moment letting the silence ring around them, the only noise being that from the background; the drip drip of the leaky faucet, they even a jingling of keys from down the hall as another tenant unlocks their door. And then it’s too much for Wooyoung who clears his throat and looks away. “We should probably pack up; I know you have class and I have some other, actual studying to do.” He titters out nervously, avoiding Nichkhun’s eyes as he scrambles to gather up Nichkhun’s things and dump them into his bag. Nichkhun stands up awkwardly and Wooyoung all but pushes him out the door, bag in hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Hey, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun gently calls out. Wooyoung looks up, flighty, embarrassed, still not knowing how to react to the info dump from either of them. “Thank you. For sharing that with me. Really.”
For a split second Wooyoung looks surprised which quickly melts into a small release of tension from his shoulders. “Thank you, too.”
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