when you fall
when you fall
nichkhun/wooyoung, pg, 167
partially inspired by this video from about 1:25 to 3:50, but mostly just a product of my own insanity.
The room is dark and everyone is cramped together and so you have no reservations about wrapping your hand around Nichkhun's arm in a grip that might have broken a small tree in half.
He turns his head toward yours and murmurs your name, Wooyoung, and from the tone of his voice you can't tell if he wants you to let go or hold on more tightly.
He inches his hand over and places it on your knee, lightly, like the heat radiating from his skin would be less, or more - you're not sure which - if his grip was any stronger.
You trace the path of the arteries on the back of his hand with your fingertips, stopping when you find the pulse at his wrist.
Nichkhun, you whisper.
He must have heard what you didn’t say, though, because he turns his palm over and laces his fingers with yours.
Later on, when you fall, he'll be the one who rushes forward to catch you.