[ONE-SHOT] Purple // jincole ; pg-13
Title : Purple
Pairing : Nicole/ Jinwoon
Rating : PG-13
Classification : Angst
Notes: first fic written in a loooong time -.-
Purple.
There hadn't been anything special about her. Her skin had been pale, almost like she hadn't been out in the sun for years; her legs were shapely, but they had been short. Her tits? They were the smallest he had ever seen. Plus, her ass was nonexistent. He decided it was fine even though she had the body of a small boy, just as long as her face makes up for what she lacked in the figure department. But thanks to her hair which had so generously concealed her whole face, he hadn't been able to properly see it.
Her hair, her purple hair. It had been probably the least attractive thing about her. Who in their right mind would dye their hair purple anyway? It just seemed so insane, so...rebellious.
And yet, from the very first time he laid eyes on it, he felt drawn. Drawn to the silkiness of its every strand, to how it looked so soft that he had suddenly felt the intense urge to run his hands through it, drawn to her.
So despite the desperate protests of his friends,
"Are you fucking serious? Dude, I'm telling you, she's bad news."
"Jung Nicole? Isn't she a gangster or something?"
"Is there something wrong with your eyes? Her hair is fucking purple Jinwoon. PURPLE!"
He finally decided to ask her out.
He found her at the abandoned wing of the school, smoking as usual.
"You shouldn't be doing that you know. You'll get cancer and eventually die." He said, panting.
"Fuck off." She didn't even look at him.
He grabbed the cigarette from her hand, dropped it on the ground, and looked at her straight in the eyes as he stepped on it.
"What the-"
He shoved a ticket to her chest (it was flat of course, just as he predicted), not giving her the chance to shout profanity at him.
"That's a ticket for No Comment's concert at Hongdae V Hall. It's tomorrow night at 7. You could come with me if you want."
He flashed her his famous eyesmile and Jung Nicole's usually sharp tongue had suddenly gone dull.
~*~
Ever since he arrived at the concert hall, Jinwoon had been craning his neck left and right, hoping that he would see her in the growing crowd. But an hour had already passed, and still there was no trace of purple head anywhere.
He sighed dejectedly. After weeks of watching her from afar, he found out that she was crazy about rock music. And No Comment was the band she was always listening to. So when he had gotten his hands on two first class tickets for their concert, he thought she would come running to him.
But then again, Jung Nicole wasn't like all the girls he had dated in the past. She wasn't easy.
He sighed again. 'Guess you're stuck watching this alone Jung Jinwoon'.
"Hey flowerboy,"
He looked up and there she was, standing in front of him in her tight black jeans and shirt, in all her purple glory.
He stood there dumbfounded, still couldn't believe she had actually come.
"Aisht, what the fuck are you waiting for?" She grabbed his hand and scowled at him. "Come on, let's watch the damn concert."
That night, as she swayed with the music and sang along with the crowd, Jung Jinwoon saw Jung Nicole smile for the first time.
~*~
Everything happened so fast, and Jinwoon still couldn't believe his luck. After the concert, he offered to walk her home and she'd let him. He even stole a kiss from her, expecting a slap across his face but, it didn't come.
They had been inseparable since, doing everything together.
And one day, when they were jamming with yet another concert, he had finally gathered his courage and said, "I love you."
She looked at him. "What?", she shouted over the noise. "I can't hear you!"
"I said I lo-"
She didn't even let him finish as she had already grabbed the back of his head, giving him a full kiss on the lips.
~*~
"Jinwoon-ah, I'm dying."
She suddenly blurted out in the middle of their making out session.
He smiled against her lips. "Ya, stop joking." He mumbled and pulled her closer to him.
~*~
A few days later, Jinwoon found a box in his doorstep. Curious, he picked it up and noticed a message written on top of it. He immediately recognized her handwriting.
"You said you were crazy about this, so I'm giving it to you."
And when he peered inside the box and found her purple hair inside, he knew that his life was about to change forever.
~*~
When he found her lying at the hospital bed, he didn't shout at her for not telling him sooner nor did he cry at the prospect of losing her. He just wrapped his arms around her and said, "You're even more beautiful without that purple hair."
She hugged him tightly, "I love you Jung Jinwoon."
That night, they made love for the very first time.
~*~
"Let's get married." He told her right at the moment she opened her eyes that morning.
She laughed. "Stop fucking with me Jung Jinwoon. Now go get dressed before the nurses see you!"
He ignored her and rose from the bed. Still stark naked, he kneeled in front of her and held her hand. "Jung Nicole, I love you even from the very first time I saw you. I love you even if you cuss at me so much and made me go to all those rock band auditions.I love you even if you love No Comment more than me. I love you so much Nic. With or without hair, I will always love you. Will you marry me?"
With that, she rose and threw her arms around his neck. "Pabo," she sobbed. "Of course I'll marry you."
~*~
Nicole had bravely fought her sickness, holding on to their dream of having a family as soon as she gets cured. They wanted to have three children, so the five of them could form a band. Every prick of the needle, every swallow of medicine, every chemotherapy, every operation, Jinwoon had been there for her. He hugged her while she cry in pain, kissed her when she complains about being bald and ugly, constantly reminding her that she's still the most beautiful girl in the world.
A year later, she was gone. And Jinwoon had never felt so alone in his life. Nicole had been the most beautiful thing that ever happened to him. And her love will always be the reason for him to keep on living. Deep inside, he knew that she would always watch over him. That she would always be there in her black outfits and purple hair. And when he messes up and do something stupid, he would hear her shout profanity at him - straight from the heavens above.
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Author's Note
Phew! I can't believe I finished this. HAHA I never even thought about the plot that much. I just kept on typing and typing and here's how it turned out. This is my very first JinCole fic and I hoped you guys liked it.
I think I'm going to write a Jaejin x Nicole next, or JaeNic as I like to call them ^^
Gimme some love~♥