[2PM | 024.] cupcakes mmm~
cupcakes mmm~
nichkhun/junho
pg
prompt suggested by swankysongbirds:"It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart."
[in sum]: nichkhun has a bad habit of believing that he and junho are lovers. but it's all in his head.
note: though i may have butchered this prompt in more ways than one...some cheese this time. :) also, please excuse the title. i have an image stuck in my head... +___+
cupcakes mmm~
Sometimes, Nichkhun wants it so badly that he retreats to the recesses of his own mind. It’s similar to when he forgets to do the dishes because he’s been trying too hard not to forget. It’s downright pathetic and very detrimental to his daily life.
“Junho, here” Nichkhun says smoothly, handing Junho a Venti Iced Mocha Frappacino. “It’s on me.”
Nichkhun also winks. So when Junho accepts the drink, he takes a step back for caution and hesitantly asks if Nichkhun’s done something wrong.
“No, what do you mean?”
“Like have you broken my favorite computer monitor or something? Because if you have, I swear, a large iced drink isn’t going to -“
“No!” Nichkhun says loudly, waving his hands in front of him. “I was just…thinking about you.”
Nichkhun smiles widely. He can tell what Junho is thinking; Junho doesn’t know if Nichkhun’s real reason is better than Junho’s assumed one. But all Nichkhun really thinks is: “Aww, how cute.”
Later, Nichkhun tries to grab Junho’s hand, but finds that Junho has long since retreated to another room.
§
There’s a time in between schedules when there’s a mad rush of people. Schedules aren’t set perfectly, so sometimes they have to run immediately after a performance just to get on their van and speed to another location. It’s during this time that Chansung is prone to forget his belongings. This time, however, it’s Junho’s PSP that Chansung leaves behind.
They’re running toward the van in the underground parking lot. Junho reaches a hand out to Chansung; Nichkhun watches with hawk eyes.
“What?” asks Chansung, oblivious to Junho’s needs.
“My game. Where is it?” pants Junho, unsuspecting.
But to Nichkhun, it’s all spelled out right there. His right heel digs into the smooth concrete ground, making a loud squeaking noise with the change in direction. Taecyeon and Junsu look back. And Taecyeon’s the one that calls out, “Where are you going?!” in an incredulous voice.
And though he’s shouting in English, everyone understands and turns to look.
“I’ll be right back!” Nichkhun yells behind him. “There’s something I forgot…”
§
Not only is Minjae hyung peeved, but Wooyoung’s staring at him with those cold slitted eyes of his.
“What the heck, hyung?” Wooyoung says the minute Nichkhun’s found his seat.
Minjae hyung doesn’t talk because he’s too busy stepping on the gas and trying to get them to be only thirty minutes late instead of an hour.
“Yah” says Junsu in a slightly friendlier, accented voice. “What was so important that you had to run back?”
Nichkhun knows that there are tons of things that they’ve left behind in waiting rooms before. There had been plenty of situations like this where they were able to recover the majority of their forgotten stuff. So Nichkhun shrugs, fidgeting in his seat and fiddling with his seat belt strap.
“Just…” Nichkhun starts to say.
“Just what?” asks Taecyeon.
Nichkhun clears his throat and looks at Chansung. Chansung’s eyes grow wide.
“Me?” Chansung asks, pointing at his own chest.
Nichkhun shakes his head. And instead of really explaining the whole deal, he shoves his hand into his pocket and fishes out the PSP.
“Hey that’s -!” says Chansung.
And before Junho can say anything, Nichkhun pushes the gaming device into Junho’s lap. Nichkhun’s ears are turning red; he can feel the heat.
“Hey” says Junho softly. “Did you -? For--?”
“It was nothing” Nichkhun lies hurriedly. “I just thought I’d left something but I found this instead.”
The others sigh and shake their heads. Nichkhun smiles an apology and scratches the back of his head lightly.
“Sorry Minjae hyung” Nichkhun directs his voice toward the driver’s seat.
“No problem, no problem” says Minjae, happily. “No traffic.”
§
“Hey hyung, why are you so nice to Junho these days?” asks Chansung.
He has a mouth filled with popcorn, so it’s hard at first to discern what he’s saying.
“Say again?” asks Nichkhun.
“He wants to know why you’re being so nice to Junho these days” translates Wooyoung.
“Oh.”
Nichkhun wonders if he’s really being obvious or if it's one of those times where Chansung is strangely perceptive. He wonders if there’s such a fine line between lovers and friends. And how come, he thinks to himself, we only really see that line when we’ve crossed it?
Nichkhun feels two pairs of eyes staring at him, awaiting his answer.
“Um” Nichkhun says.
The three of them are supposed to be watching a DVD. Things had been nice, quiet, and low key. Suddenly, Nichkhun feels like he’s on the hot seat.
“The movie” Nichkhun says instead. “Aren’t you going to watch?”
Chansung looks back.
“Oh man. What happened? That guy wasn’t kissing her before…”
“Rewind it. Rewind it” Wooyoung commands urgently, nudging Chansung with his big toe. “Hurry! Hurry!”
Nichkhun breathes relief. He’s not ready to come out of his shell yet. There are things he wants the others to know and then there are things he doesn’t want them to know. The thing with Junho seems to occupy both categories whether he likes it or not.
§
A photo shoot means hours and hours of make-up and changing wardrobe. It also means hours and hours of free time as each of the other 2pm members take his turn. It’s something that can be fun with interesting staff and something that can be boring as hell if the staff have sticks up their asses. It’s basically the luck of the draw with photo shoot schedules. So when they arrive on scene and there is a cozy little lounge room with cupcakes and muffins, everyone kind of relaxes and turns optimistic. The staff seem nice too because they ensure Chansung that more food is coming.
Junho sits down on a snuggly little loveseat made for two. Wooyoung and Chansung are up first for make-up so they’re dragged into another room. Taecyeon pulls out his laptop and asks for the wireless code. Junsu beelines for the ipod stereo and slides through the playlists.
“Hey” says Nichkhun sitting next to Junho.
Junho just smiles because he’s just taken a bite of a peanut butter cupcake.
“Is that good?” Nichkhun asks.
Junho gives a thumbs up and Nichkhun laughs. There are moments like these when Junho exudes lovability - at least to Nichkhun. And it sends bouts of unknown pangs into Nichkhun’s chest.
Nichkhun unconsciously draws closer to Junho’s face. Perhaps proximity would make the aches better? There’s a smudge of beige colored peanut butter frosting on the center of Junho’s bottom lip. Without really knowing what he’s doing, Nichkhun leans in.
“Mmmng?” asks Junho, pointing to the tray of multi-colored pastries.
Nichkhun just smiles like a mad man. He finds that he’s biting his lip now as he watches Junho swirl his tongue to the corners of his mouth, just missing the smudge of frosting.
“Oh. Um…” says Nichkhun.
And before he really knows what he’s doing, Nichkhun covers the frosting on Junho’s lip with his mouth and sucks gently.
“Mmmgh!” Junho shouts, immediately shoving Nichkhun away.
Junho wipes his mouth furiously. Junsu turns back to ask, “What? What happened?” Taecyeon doesn’t care to look; he’s too busy with his social networking. Nichkhun remains frozen. Somehow, the world he had built up in his mind has broken free.
“There are more cupcakes on the table hyung! Sheesh!” Junho yells after he’s doing swallowing.
Junsu laughs and pats Nichkhun on the arm.
“Did you try to steal his food, man? Haha! Haha!” Junsu laughs and turns back to the music device.
Nichkhun blinks and pleads with his own mind to please stop driving him insane. But it’s difficult to tell the difference sometimes between reality and the workings of his heart.
He watches Junho chomp down the rest of his cupcake with a reproachful look. Nichkhun offers a smile to Junho. A peace offering. Junho screws his mouth up sideways and grabs a new cupcake from the tray.
“Eat this” Junho tells him gruffly, not looking into Nichkhun’s eyes.
Nichkhun accepts. And he also notices that the tips of Junho’s ears are flaming red.
There’s a difference, Nichkhun tells himself as he slowly bites down on the moist bread. There is a difference. But Nichkhun’s sure, that when the lines between friendship and love blur and mingle between them in reality, they should definitely try that frosting kiss one more time.
nichkhun/junho
pg
prompt suggested by swankysongbirds:"It’s hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart."
[in sum]: nichkhun has a bad habit of believing that he and junho are lovers. but it's all in his head.
note: though i may have butchered this prompt in more ways than one...some cheese this time. :) also, please excuse the title. i have an image stuck in my head... +___+
cupcakes mmm~
Sometimes, Nichkhun wants it so badly that he retreats to the recesses of his own mind. It’s similar to when he forgets to do the dishes because he’s been trying too hard not to forget. It’s downright pathetic and very detrimental to his daily life.
“Junho, here” Nichkhun says smoothly, handing Junho a Venti Iced Mocha Frappacino. “It’s on me.”
Nichkhun also winks. So when Junho accepts the drink, he takes a step back for caution and hesitantly asks if Nichkhun’s done something wrong.
“No, what do you mean?”
“Like have you broken my favorite computer monitor or something? Because if you have, I swear, a large iced drink isn’t going to -“
“No!” Nichkhun says loudly, waving his hands in front of him. “I was just…thinking about you.”
Nichkhun smiles widely. He can tell what Junho is thinking; Junho doesn’t know if Nichkhun’s real reason is better than Junho’s assumed one. But all Nichkhun really thinks is: “Aww, how cute.”
Later, Nichkhun tries to grab Junho’s hand, but finds that Junho has long since retreated to another room.
§
There’s a time in between schedules when there’s a mad rush of people. Schedules aren’t set perfectly, so sometimes they have to run immediately after a performance just to get on their van and speed to another location. It’s during this time that Chansung is prone to forget his belongings. This time, however, it’s Junho’s PSP that Chansung leaves behind.
They’re running toward the van in the underground parking lot. Junho reaches a hand out to Chansung; Nichkhun watches with hawk eyes.
“What?” asks Chansung, oblivious to Junho’s needs.
“My game. Where is it?” pants Junho, unsuspecting.
But to Nichkhun, it’s all spelled out right there. His right heel digs into the smooth concrete ground, making a loud squeaking noise with the change in direction. Taecyeon and Junsu look back. And Taecyeon’s the one that calls out, “Where are you going?!” in an incredulous voice.
And though he’s shouting in English, everyone understands and turns to look.
“I’ll be right back!” Nichkhun yells behind him. “There’s something I forgot…”
§
Not only is Minjae hyung peeved, but Wooyoung’s staring at him with those cold slitted eyes of his.
“What the heck, hyung?” Wooyoung says the minute Nichkhun’s found his seat.
Minjae hyung doesn’t talk because he’s too busy stepping on the gas and trying to get them to be only thirty minutes late instead of an hour.
“Yah” says Junsu in a slightly friendlier, accented voice. “What was so important that you had to run back?”
Nichkhun knows that there are tons of things that they’ve left behind in waiting rooms before. There had been plenty of situations like this where they were able to recover the majority of their forgotten stuff. So Nichkhun shrugs, fidgeting in his seat and fiddling with his seat belt strap.
“Just…” Nichkhun starts to say.
“Just what?” asks Taecyeon.
Nichkhun clears his throat and looks at Chansung. Chansung’s eyes grow wide.
“Me?” Chansung asks, pointing at his own chest.
Nichkhun shakes his head. And instead of really explaining the whole deal, he shoves his hand into his pocket and fishes out the PSP.
“Hey that’s -!” says Chansung.
And before Junho can say anything, Nichkhun pushes the gaming device into Junho’s lap. Nichkhun’s ears are turning red; he can feel the heat.
“Hey” says Junho softly. “Did you -? For--?”
“It was nothing” Nichkhun lies hurriedly. “I just thought I’d left something but I found this instead.”
The others sigh and shake their heads. Nichkhun smiles an apology and scratches the back of his head lightly.
“Sorry Minjae hyung” Nichkhun directs his voice toward the driver’s seat.
“No problem, no problem” says Minjae, happily. “No traffic.”
§
“Hey hyung, why are you so nice to Junho these days?” asks Chansung.
He has a mouth filled with popcorn, so it’s hard at first to discern what he’s saying.
“Say again?” asks Nichkhun.
“He wants to know why you’re being so nice to Junho these days” translates Wooyoung.
“Oh.”
Nichkhun wonders if he’s really being obvious or if it's one of those times where Chansung is strangely perceptive. He wonders if there’s such a fine line between lovers and friends. And how come, he thinks to himself, we only really see that line when we’ve crossed it?
Nichkhun feels two pairs of eyes staring at him, awaiting his answer.
“Um” Nichkhun says.
The three of them are supposed to be watching a DVD. Things had been nice, quiet, and low key. Suddenly, Nichkhun feels like he’s on the hot seat.
“The movie” Nichkhun says instead. “Aren’t you going to watch?”
Chansung looks back.
“Oh man. What happened? That guy wasn’t kissing her before…”
“Rewind it. Rewind it” Wooyoung commands urgently, nudging Chansung with his big toe. “Hurry! Hurry!”
Nichkhun breathes relief. He’s not ready to come out of his shell yet. There are things he wants the others to know and then there are things he doesn’t want them to know. The thing with Junho seems to occupy both categories whether he likes it or not.
§
A photo shoot means hours and hours of make-up and changing wardrobe. It also means hours and hours of free time as each of the other 2pm members take his turn. It’s something that can be fun with interesting staff and something that can be boring as hell if the staff have sticks up their asses. It’s basically the luck of the draw with photo shoot schedules. So when they arrive on scene and there is a cozy little lounge room with cupcakes and muffins, everyone kind of relaxes and turns optimistic. The staff seem nice too because they ensure Chansung that more food is coming.
Junho sits down on a snuggly little loveseat made for two. Wooyoung and Chansung are up first for make-up so they’re dragged into another room. Taecyeon pulls out his laptop and asks for the wireless code. Junsu beelines for the ipod stereo and slides through the playlists.
“Hey” says Nichkhun sitting next to Junho.
Junho just smiles because he’s just taken a bite of a peanut butter cupcake.
“Is that good?” Nichkhun asks.
Junho gives a thumbs up and Nichkhun laughs. There are moments like these when Junho exudes lovability - at least to Nichkhun. And it sends bouts of unknown pangs into Nichkhun’s chest.
Nichkhun unconsciously draws closer to Junho’s face. Perhaps proximity would make the aches better? There’s a smudge of beige colored peanut butter frosting on the center of Junho’s bottom lip. Without really knowing what he’s doing, Nichkhun leans in.
“Mmmng?” asks Junho, pointing to the tray of multi-colored pastries.
Nichkhun just smiles like a mad man. He finds that he’s biting his lip now as he watches Junho swirl his tongue to the corners of his mouth, just missing the smudge of frosting.
“Oh. Um…” says Nichkhun.
And before he really knows what he’s doing, Nichkhun covers the frosting on Junho’s lip with his mouth and sucks gently.
“Mmmgh!” Junho shouts, immediately shoving Nichkhun away.
Junho wipes his mouth furiously. Junsu turns back to ask, “What? What happened?” Taecyeon doesn’t care to look; he’s too busy with his social networking. Nichkhun remains frozen. Somehow, the world he had built up in his mind has broken free.
“There are more cupcakes on the table hyung! Sheesh!” Junho yells after he’s doing swallowing.
Junsu laughs and pats Nichkhun on the arm.
“Did you try to steal his food, man? Haha! Haha!” Junsu laughs and turns back to the music device.
Nichkhun blinks and pleads with his own mind to please stop driving him insane. But it’s difficult to tell the difference sometimes between reality and the workings of his heart.
He watches Junho chomp down the rest of his cupcake with a reproachful look. Nichkhun offers a smile to Junho. A peace offering. Junho screws his mouth up sideways and grabs a new cupcake from the tray.
“Eat this” Junho tells him gruffly, not looking into Nichkhun’s eyes.
Nichkhun accepts. And he also notices that the tips of Junho’s ears are flaming red.
There’s a difference, Nichkhun tells himself as he slowly bites down on the moist bread. There is a difference. But Nichkhun’s sure, that when the lines between friendship and love blur and mingle between them in reality, they should definitely try that frosting kiss one more time.