Fanfic: The Watcher [chapter 1]
Title: The Watcher
Author: mrskimjang
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung; Taecyeon/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Angst?
Summary: Wooyoung can’t help to not in love with Nichkhun, but fate seems not really agree with it, and Taecyeon knows that.
A/N: My first attempt of making Taecwoo fanfic! Hope it will fits well, since Taecwoo is my second favorite OTP :D I don’t think that this fic is an angst one, but well… you may think so lol xD anyway, I have no beta reader at the moment and my English sucks. Fail grammars are everywhereee…
Chapter 1
If you ask me when I fell in love with him, I can answer thousands of times. My heart beats when I see his smile. My heart beats faster when he called my name with his sweet voice. My heart stops when he touches me, when our skin attach to each other, when I can feel his warmth right on mine. Yeah, maybe that’s when I love him. But then, when will he fall in love with me?
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The sun shines brightly in the middle of June, but unfortunately our schedule isn’t as bright as the sun is. Just after we finished filming a CF, we have to run to somewhere else that’s so far away from the previous place to shoot another one. It’s tiring, we are all tired. Now we are on the van, our manager is driving us to the place that we should be. I only slept for two hours yesterday, but right now even though I really want to close my eyes, I simply can’t.
He’s sitting right beside me, playing with his phone, seems like he’s texting someone. He seems so bored; he changes his position like every five minutes. He hates long journey with car, I know that really well. His ipod is off, the battery runs out, I know that too. He seems has nothing else to do, then he leans his head on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Wooyoungie… I’m so bored… It’s okay if I borrow your shoulder for a while, right?” he asked me with his sweet tone.
My heart beat stops, this always happen when he done this kind of thing to me. I always and always try to maintain my face, my gesture, myself, for being as normal as I could be. To be honest, this is hard. I always look somewhere else where he can’t see my face when he does this, I don’t want him to see me blushing. Unfortunately, the fortune goddess isn’t with me right now.
“Wooyoungie?” he glanced up and looks at my face, my blushing face. “Are you okay? Your face is red. Do you have a fever?” he put his hand on my forehead, in sudden.
“AH! Ah!” I can’t control my voice, my face, everything. “I… I’m okay!” I looked at somewhere else, avoiding his eyes.
“Really?” he still not believes me, he asked me with a concern tone. He still tries to look at my face.
God gracious. How can I hide my face? Should I even buried myself somewhere? Holy shish. I don’t know what to do! Panic, I’m panic now.
“He’s fine, Khunnie…” suddenly someone with a deep voice talk. “He’s always like that when the sun shines too bright… Don’t make such noises, we’re sleeping here”.
It’s Taecyeon. He saved me. I don’t know why, but he saved me with all that lies. I don’t even notice that he’s still awake, since everyone but us are sleeping from the time we were on the van.
“Ah, is that so? You should avoid the sunlight then, Wooyoungie! Thank you, Taec. Go have some more sleep!” he grins at Taecyeon and Taecyeon seems manage back to sleep.
“Yeah, hyung. I shou-“ again, he took my breath away. Just after he grinned at Taecyeon, he pull out his hand and rests my head on his shoulder. “If you do this, you won’t get too much sunlight from the window!” then he rests his head on mine.
“Let’s have a sleep, Wooyoungie. By then we won’t be bored”. That was the last sentence I heard before I slowly fell asleep quietly with balmy feelings. In that time, I think I fell in love again.
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After around twelve hours of filming, our schedule for today is done. It’s almost midnight; we’re on our way back to our dorm. The atmosphere of the van is quiet; everyone is sleeping under the dim light of the street light. He’s asleep too, right beside me. I can’t help not to looking at him; he looks so content in his sleep. He seems so tired too, I can see bags under his beautiful eyes. His blonde hair is kind of messy, his small lips that a little bit opens seems so cute. He looks so beautiful even in his sleep.
Suddenly, his phone is beeping. A text come, he doesn’t realize it. I think he’s too tired to notice the beep from his phone. I manage to look at his phone, but then I regret it. It’s a text from Victoria. Victoria, yeah, a girl name Victoria. He’s on a program name “We Got Married” where he pretends to married someone gorgeous name Victoria. That’s why he’s tired, that’s why he has those bags under his eyes. Our schedule is tight already and this TV Show makes it worse. I hate that. I hate how that show took his time, I hate how that show made him tired, I hate how that show give another attention for him to be focused at. I hate that show.
I hate that girl too. I hate how she manages to looks cute every time she’s with him. I hate how she tries to look so dependable in everything she does. I hate how she took his attention. I hate how she… took him away from me? With all the guts I have, I open the message. Insanely yeah, I open it like stealing candy from a baby.
Good evening, Nichkhun ssi. How are you? （*´▽｀*）your daughters miss you badly, no I’m not the one that missing you.
My heart aches.
But suddenly, he wakes up. He looks at me that holding his phone. “Ungh… Wooyoungie? Is that my phone?” he asks with his hoarse voice. I stay silent, I don’t want him to take his phone, and I want to delete this message so he won’t see it. The whole selfish thoughts flood in my head; I don’t want him to see this. I rather kill myself than let him sees this.
“Yeah, Victoria ssi sent you a message. I kinda curious so I read it… sorry, hyung!” I answered with a big grin on my mouth and I gave him the phone.
I swear to God, that’s not the thing that I want to say and do.
“Oh, that’s okay Wooyoungie” he takes the phone from my hand, “and thank you! She’s sweet, isn’t it?” he smiles widely at me, but this time that smile isn’t as good as always. That smile hurts my heart.
That time, my heart broke into pieces. I don’t know whether I can put all the pieces back to how it is or not.
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Just after a single blink, it turns to early already. It’s 3 am in the morning, everyone already asleep in their room. As always, I stay in our living room with Chansung. While Chansung is already brought to his land of dream, I still open up my eyes like an owl that looking for its prey. I’m so fucking tired, I can’t deny that fact. But my mind won’t rest; it keeps on thinking and thinking and thinking. Ever since that message came Nichkhun was so happy and keeps on focusing to his phone. I think they are texting each other until we got home. Maybe now he’s still texting with Victoria.
I can’t help it, my mind keep on thinking about what if Nichkhun leave me alone and go with Victoria? What will I do? Will I cry? No, will only crying can be enough to let that pain go? Will I even can be alive if that happens?
All the thoughts came, and I can’t help not to cry. I sob like a little kid that loses his ice cream. I cry silently like someone just died right in front of me. I cry.
Suddenly, two big hands enfold my body from the back. Someone, someone is there behind me, hold me tight, and pull me into his chest. He whispers softly right beside my ears, “sssh… don’t cry Wooyoung, don’t cry”. He rests his chin on my head after he whispered, then hug me even tighter. I can feel the warmth of his body; it’s relaxing and so comfortable. He put his fingers under my eyes, wiping my tears then turns my body so I can see his face. It’s Taecyeon, it’s him.
“Aigo Wooyoungie, what’s going on? Someone took your ice cream? Why did you cried?” he asks in worry tone, yet he’s whispering so no one but us can listen.
“I’m okay, hyung” I wipe my eyes; wipe the tears that left behind.
“You’re the worst liar that I’ve ever met, Wooyoungie. I know you’re not okay, what’s up?” he asks again.
“I’m okay, hyung, really” I try to convince him.
He sighs deeply, taking a deep breath then talk “this isn’t the first time I caught you crying, and my patient of accepting “I’m okay, hyung” is already reaches its limit. You don’t want me to guess what’s going on, right?”
“You guess” I dare him.
He puts a smirk on his face, “Nichkhun. That’s why.”
I startle, I thought I’m the only one that know about this. I thought I can fool the world. Am I that obvious?
“Yes, you’re so obvious so I could guess it right” as if he can read my minds, he continues his speech. “No. Actually you’re not that obvious. I’m the one that looking at you almost all the time”.
“eh? You, what?” I think I heard it wrong, he’s looking at me?
“I’m looking at you, watching you like a stalker. Watching every single blink of your eyes” he touches my eyelid, “watching every single word that you say” he touches my lips, “and watching every single blush that came from your cheek” and he embrace my cheek.
“I love you, Jang Wooyoung”.
Those words are the last thing I heard before I lose my breath of trying to get away from his cold lips that lock up with mine.
-To be continued-
Author: mrskimjang
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung; Taecyeon/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, Angst?
Summary: Wooyoung can’t help to not in love with Nichkhun, but fate seems not really agree with it, and Taecyeon knows that.
A/N: My first attempt of making Taecwoo fanfic! Hope it will fits well, since Taecwoo is my second favorite OTP :D I don’t think that this fic is an angst one, but well… you may think so lol xD anyway, I have no beta reader at the moment and my English sucks. Fail grammars are everywhereee…
Chapter 1
If you ask me when I fell in love with him, I can answer thousands of times. My heart beats when I see his smile. My heart beats faster when he called my name with his sweet voice. My heart stops when he touches me, when our skin attach to each other, when I can feel his warmth right on mine. Yeah, maybe that’s when I love him. But then, when will he fall in love with me?
---
The sun shines brightly in the middle of June, but unfortunately our schedule isn’t as bright as the sun is. Just after we finished filming a CF, we have to run to somewhere else that’s so far away from the previous place to shoot another one. It’s tiring, we are all tired. Now we are on the van, our manager is driving us to the place that we should be. I only slept for two hours yesterday, but right now even though I really want to close my eyes, I simply can’t.
He’s sitting right beside me, playing with his phone, seems like he’s texting someone. He seems so bored; he changes his position like every five minutes. He hates long journey with car, I know that really well. His ipod is off, the battery runs out, I know that too. He seems has nothing else to do, then he leans his head on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Wooyoungie… I’m so bored… It’s okay if I borrow your shoulder for a while, right?” he asked me with his sweet tone.
My heart beat stops, this always happen when he done this kind of thing to me. I always and always try to maintain my face, my gesture, myself, for being as normal as I could be. To be honest, this is hard. I always look somewhere else where he can’t see my face when he does this, I don’t want him to see me blushing. Unfortunately, the fortune goddess isn’t with me right now.
“Wooyoungie?” he glanced up and looks at my face, my blushing face. “Are you okay? Your face is red. Do you have a fever?” he put his hand on my forehead, in sudden.
“AH! Ah!” I can’t control my voice, my face, everything. “I… I’m okay!” I looked at somewhere else, avoiding his eyes.
“Really?” he still not believes me, he asked me with a concern tone. He still tries to look at my face.
God gracious. How can I hide my face? Should I even buried myself somewhere? Holy shish. I don’t know what to do! Panic, I’m panic now.
“He’s fine, Khunnie…” suddenly someone with a deep voice talk. “He’s always like that when the sun shines too bright… Don’t make such noises, we’re sleeping here”.
It’s Taecyeon. He saved me. I don’t know why, but he saved me with all that lies. I don’t even notice that he’s still awake, since everyone but us are sleeping from the time we were on the van.
“Ah, is that so? You should avoid the sunlight then, Wooyoungie! Thank you, Taec. Go have some more sleep!” he grins at Taecyeon and Taecyeon seems manage back to sleep.
“Yeah, hyung. I shou-“ again, he took my breath away. Just after he grinned at Taecyeon, he pull out his hand and rests my head on his shoulder. “If you do this, you won’t get too much sunlight from the window!” then he rests his head on mine.
“Let’s have a sleep, Wooyoungie. By then we won’t be bored”. That was the last sentence I heard before I slowly fell asleep quietly with balmy feelings. In that time, I think I fell in love again.
---
After around twelve hours of filming, our schedule for today is done. It’s almost midnight; we’re on our way back to our dorm. The atmosphere of the van is quiet; everyone is sleeping under the dim light of the street light. He’s asleep too, right beside me. I can’t help not to looking at him; he looks so content in his sleep. He seems so tired too, I can see bags under his beautiful eyes. His blonde hair is kind of messy, his small lips that a little bit opens seems so cute. He looks so beautiful even in his sleep.
Suddenly, his phone is beeping. A text come, he doesn’t realize it. I think he’s too tired to notice the beep from his phone. I manage to look at his phone, but then I regret it. It’s a text from Victoria. Victoria, yeah, a girl name Victoria. He’s on a program name “We Got Married” where he pretends to married someone gorgeous name Victoria. That’s why he’s tired, that’s why he has those bags under his eyes. Our schedule is tight already and this TV Show makes it worse. I hate that. I hate how that show took his time, I hate how that show made him tired, I hate how that show give another attention for him to be focused at. I hate that show.
I hate that girl too. I hate how she manages to looks cute every time she’s with him. I hate how she tries to look so dependable in everything she does. I hate how she took his attention. I hate how she… took him away from me? With all the guts I have, I open the message. Insanely yeah, I open it like stealing candy from a baby.
Good evening, Nichkhun ssi. How are you? （*´▽｀*）your daughters miss you badly, no I’m not the one that missing you.
My heart aches.
But suddenly, he wakes up. He looks at me that holding his phone. “Ungh… Wooyoungie? Is that my phone?” he asks with his hoarse voice. I stay silent, I don’t want him to take his phone, and I want to delete this message so he won’t see it. The whole selfish thoughts flood in my head; I don’t want him to see this. I rather kill myself than let him sees this.
“Yeah, Victoria ssi sent you a message. I kinda curious so I read it… sorry, hyung!” I answered with a big grin on my mouth and I gave him the phone.
I swear to God, that’s not the thing that I want to say and do.
“Oh, that’s okay Wooyoungie” he takes the phone from my hand, “and thank you! She’s sweet, isn’t it?” he smiles widely at me, but this time that smile isn’t as good as always. That smile hurts my heart.
That time, my heart broke into pieces. I don’t know whether I can put all the pieces back to how it is or not.
---
Just after a single blink, it turns to early already. It’s 3 am in the morning, everyone already asleep in their room. As always, I stay in our living room with Chansung. While Chansung is already brought to his land of dream, I still open up my eyes like an owl that looking for its prey. I’m so fucking tired, I can’t deny that fact. But my mind won’t rest; it keeps on thinking and thinking and thinking. Ever since that message came Nichkhun was so happy and keeps on focusing to his phone. I think they are texting each other until we got home. Maybe now he’s still texting with Victoria.
I can’t help it, my mind keep on thinking about what if Nichkhun leave me alone and go with Victoria? What will I do? Will I cry? No, will only crying can be enough to let that pain go? Will I even can be alive if that happens?
All the thoughts came, and I can’t help not to cry. I sob like a little kid that loses his ice cream. I cry silently like someone just died right in front of me. I cry.
Suddenly, two big hands enfold my body from the back. Someone, someone is there behind me, hold me tight, and pull me into his chest. He whispers softly right beside my ears, “sssh… don’t cry Wooyoung, don’t cry”. He rests his chin on my head after he whispered, then hug me even tighter. I can feel the warmth of his body; it’s relaxing and so comfortable. He put his fingers under my eyes, wiping my tears then turns my body so I can see his face. It’s Taecyeon, it’s him.
“Aigo Wooyoungie, what’s going on? Someone took your ice cream? Why did you cried?” he asks in worry tone, yet he’s whispering so no one but us can listen.
“I’m okay, hyung” I wipe my eyes; wipe the tears that left behind.
“You’re the worst liar that I’ve ever met, Wooyoungie. I know you’re not okay, what’s up?” he asks again.
“I’m okay, hyung, really” I try to convince him.
He sighs deeply, taking a deep breath then talk “this isn’t the first time I caught you crying, and my patient of accepting “I’m okay, hyung” is already reaches its limit. You don’t want me to guess what’s going on, right?”
“You guess” I dare him.
He puts a smirk on his face, “Nichkhun. That’s why.”
I startle, I thought I’m the only one that know about this. I thought I can fool the world. Am I that obvious?
“Yes, you’re so obvious so I could guess it right” as if he can read my minds, he continues his speech. “No. Actually you’re not that obvious. I’m the one that looking at you almost all the time”.
“eh? You, what?” I think I heard it wrong, he’s looking at me?
“I’m looking at you, watching you like a stalker. Watching every single blink of your eyes” he touches my eyelid, “watching every single word that you say” he touches my lips, “and watching every single blush that came from your cheek” and he embrace my cheek.
“I love you, Jang Wooyoung”.
Those words are the last thing I heard before I lose my breath of trying to get away from his cold lips that lock up with mine.
-To be continued-