Watching You, Watching Me
Title: Watching You, Watching Me
Main Characters: Nichkhun, OC
Pairing: Nichkun/OC
Rating: G
Warning: N/A
Word Count: 1231
You clicked the play button on your iPhone that's plugged into the mini speaker you hauled from your apartment to the rooftop of the apartment. It's another hot summer day in Seoul and after a full day on campus, you wanted nothing less than relaxing on the rooftop with a pitcher of cool lime refresher you had bought from Starbucks before you finished your shift this morning.
A familiar and comfortable guitar melodies started playing and you began to close your eyes as you sip the refresher you poured in your cup.
Even though the sun is striking mercilessly, the slight breeze and the shade of being under the misplaced beach umbrella was more than divine. This would have to be the highlight of your day, every day. You love the busy campus and work life you have going on, but you could always use some down time. And this rooftop comfort that have been created by you and a few of your friends who lives in the same building is just the right formula.
"Hey, Nat.."
You turned your head to the source of the voice and found a tall, handsome guy smiling at you. His cheekbones have been getting more and more defined in the last two weeks, and his arms were getting skinnier and skinnier. Eyebags were forming under his near perfect complexion and a hat never left his head. He was still stunning as ever, but the changes saddened you.
Nichkhun Buck Horvejkul is not somebody to ever be found without a sincere smile. But the shenanigans that had been going on for the past two weeks have been noticeably wearing him down. You don't blame him. The Korean netizens are more ferocious than a hungry pack of cheetahs in the African wilderness, and they were eating him up alive without hesitation. Even when they've turned their attention to the recent bullying scandal, each scar is still bleeding him to death.
And you hate the sight.
"Heeeey! Want some?" you offered him your glass of beverage. You didn't think to bring another glass because you didn't know that you would have a company. But the two of you have been such good friends that you didn't mind sharing a glass with you.
He nodded and took a drink of your refresher. "What is this?" he asked, still tasting the beverage in his mouth.
"It's called a refresher. Cool lime with a hint of coconut," you explained. "It's basically unroasted coffee beans, so it has the same amount of caffeine as a regular coffee. It's a new thing at work," you chirped, "I'll bring you some tomorrow!"
He laughed at your enthusiasm and took another drink.
"What are you up to?" he asked in English as he pulled a chair closer to the table next to you.
Another reason why you suspect that the friendship between you and Nichkhun (and Taecyeon) flourished so easily is because of your commonality with them in English. Sure they have a lot of English speaking friends as well and the number of English speaking idols that they would bump into in shows are increasing, but the fact that you're not in the industry made it somewhat soothing for them -- to have a normal English conversation.
"I'm just cooling down. It's been SO hot lately," you made a fanning gesture with your right hand. You turned your head to him and asked, cautiously and gently, "How are you holding up?" He sighed and leaned back on his chair. "Okay. I'm still Blaming," he answered.
A few days before, you and him had a discussion about stages of grief in which sadness accompanies all of them. And based on his answer, he was still on stage two where he had gotten over the Anger and was currently Blaming himself for what had happened. Even though you and the members, along with just about everyone at the company and his family, have assured him over and over again that it's okay -- that shit do happen --, he's still unable to forgive himself for letting things slip.
"Still? C'mon. Another week there and you'll be friendzoned," you teased him.
He laughed.
You smiled because you were glad to hear him laugh, even if it's strained. You were amazed by how much his members are standing by him during this time of trouble. They never wavered and they continuously showed their support through texts and various things, such as getting home right after a schedule so he won't have to be alone for so long and bringing him things to eat and watch movies together to take his mind off of things.
He laughed a lot with his members, and even though his members know that he's not wholeheartedly laughing along, they're glad that he's trying. Fake it til you make it, right?
"Here..." you grabbed your backpack and produced your DSLR. You were a photography student in Dankook University and you've learned that inspiration comes along when you least expect it, thus it's always good to be armed with the tools necessary to capture those inspirations. And today, you weren't inspired to take capture the bogged down and emotionally drained Thai Prince.
"Maybe thousands of shots can help you move on," you pushed your DSLR over to him over the table.
He stared at it hesitantly.
He has a camera, a nicer one than what you have in fact. But he's never had much time to use it in the past four years because of his crazy schedule. When he found out you were a photography major at DU, he admitted that photography used to be his hobby and that he used to go out to the Han River at night to snap thousands of shots of the river to wind down after a rough day of practice.
"Look at it like this, Khun," you started as you poured more refresher onto the glass. "With the hiatus, you get to rest and really, what's the point of self-reflection if all you do is mope around in the apartment?"
You stopped, unsure if you should go on or not. "Go. Take Max--" you referred to your beloved DSLR, "--and take thousands of brilliant shots for me of anything you want."
"Even if it's pictures of Taec's trial and error in outfit choosing every morning," you heard him chuckled, "Or if it's recordings of you guys being a dork in the dorm."
"I'm entrusting you with Max, so you better use him well, all right?" you pushed the glass of refresher to him.
He looked at you for a while before taking the camera and finishing the refresher until it's completely gone. You smiled, content with what you may have done to help your friend overcome his funk. You turned up the volume of the stereo to have John Mayer singing about running in the halls of his high school and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Click!
You smiled wide with your eyes closed, without turning your head to the source of the nose, and warned, "Not me, Khun. Everything else but me."
You heard his laugh fading in the background, followed by the sound of the door of the rooftop being shut.
♫ They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side ♫
Main Characters: Nichkhun, OC
Pairing: Nichkun/OC
Rating: G
Warning: N/A
Word Count: 1231
You clicked the play button on your iPhone that's plugged into the mini speaker you hauled from your apartment to the rooftop of the apartment. It's another hot summer day in Seoul and after a full day on campus, you wanted nothing less than relaxing on the rooftop with a pitcher of cool lime refresher you had bought from Starbucks before you finished your shift this morning.
A familiar and comfortable guitar melodies started playing and you began to close your eyes as you sip the refresher you poured in your cup.
Even though the sun is striking mercilessly, the slight breeze and the shade of being under the misplaced beach umbrella was more than divine. This would have to be the highlight of your day, every day. You love the busy campus and work life you have going on, but you could always use some down time. And this rooftop comfort that have been created by you and a few of your friends who lives in the same building is just the right formula.
"Hey, Nat.."
You turned your head to the source of the voice and found a tall, handsome guy smiling at you. His cheekbones have been getting more and more defined in the last two weeks, and his arms were getting skinnier and skinnier. Eyebags were forming under his near perfect complexion and a hat never left his head. He was still stunning as ever, but the changes saddened you.
Nichkhun Buck Horvejkul is not somebody to ever be found without a sincere smile. But the shenanigans that had been going on for the past two weeks have been noticeably wearing him down. You don't blame him. The Korean netizens are more ferocious than a hungry pack of cheetahs in the African wilderness, and they were eating him up alive without hesitation. Even when they've turned their attention to the recent bullying scandal, each scar is still bleeding him to death.
And you hate the sight.
"Heeeey! Want some?" you offered him your glass of beverage. You didn't think to bring another glass because you didn't know that you would have a company. But the two of you have been such good friends that you didn't mind sharing a glass with you.
He nodded and took a drink of your refresher. "What is this?" he asked, still tasting the beverage in his mouth.
"It's called a refresher. Cool lime with a hint of coconut," you explained. "It's basically unroasted coffee beans, so it has the same amount of caffeine as a regular coffee. It's a new thing at work," you chirped, "I'll bring you some tomorrow!"
He laughed at your enthusiasm and took another drink.
"What are you up to?" he asked in English as he pulled a chair closer to the table next to you.
Another reason why you suspect that the friendship between you and Nichkhun (and Taecyeon) flourished so easily is because of your commonality with them in English. Sure they have a lot of English speaking friends as well and the number of English speaking idols that they would bump into in shows are increasing, but the fact that you're not in the industry made it somewhat soothing for them -- to have a normal English conversation.
"I'm just cooling down. It's been SO hot lately," you made a fanning gesture with your right hand. You turned your head to him and asked, cautiously and gently, "How are you holding up?" He sighed and leaned back on his chair. "Okay. I'm still Blaming," he answered.
A few days before, you and him had a discussion about stages of grief in which sadness accompanies all of them. And based on his answer, he was still on stage two where he had gotten over the Anger and was currently Blaming himself for what had happened. Even though you and the members, along with just about everyone at the company and his family, have assured him over and over again that it's okay -- that shit do happen --, he's still unable to forgive himself for letting things slip.
"Still? C'mon. Another week there and you'll be friendzoned," you teased him.
He laughed.
You smiled because you were glad to hear him laugh, even if it's strained. You were amazed by how much his members are standing by him during this time of trouble. They never wavered and they continuously showed their support through texts and various things, such as getting home right after a schedule so he won't have to be alone for so long and bringing him things to eat and watch movies together to take his mind off of things.
He laughed a lot with his members, and even though his members know that he's not wholeheartedly laughing along, they're glad that he's trying. Fake it til you make it, right?
"Here..." you grabbed your backpack and produced your DSLR. You were a photography student in Dankook University and you've learned that inspiration comes along when you least expect it, thus it's always good to be armed with the tools necessary to capture those inspirations. And today, you weren't inspired to take capture the bogged down and emotionally drained Thai Prince.
"Maybe thousands of shots can help you move on," you pushed your DSLR over to him over the table.
He stared at it hesitantly.
He has a camera, a nicer one than what you have in fact. But he's never had much time to use it in the past four years because of his crazy schedule. When he found out you were a photography major at DU, he admitted that photography used to be his hobby and that he used to go out to the Han River at night to snap thousands of shots of the river to wind down after a rough day of practice.
"Look at it like this, Khun," you started as you poured more refresher onto the glass. "With the hiatus, you get to rest and really, what's the point of self-reflection if all you do is mope around in the apartment?"
You stopped, unsure if you should go on or not. "Go. Take Max--" you referred to your beloved DSLR, "--and take thousands of brilliant shots for me of anything you want."
"Even if it's pictures of Taec's trial and error in outfit choosing every morning," you heard him chuckled, "Or if it's recordings of you guys being a dork in the dorm."
"I'm entrusting you with Max, so you better use him well, all right?" you pushed the glass of refresher to him.
He looked at you for a while before taking the camera and finishing the refresher until it's completely gone. You smiled, content with what you may have done to help your friend overcome his funk. You turned up the volume of the stereo to have John Mayer singing about running in the halls of his high school and screaming at the top of his lungs.
Click!
You smiled wide with your eyes closed, without turning your head to the source of the nose, and warned, "Not me, Khun. Everything else but me."
You heard his laugh fading in the background, followed by the sound of the door of the rooftop being shut.
♫ They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side ♫