[2PM | 027.] nye (part two)
nye (part two)
genfic, nichkhun/wooyoung
pg-13
(total) 4,349 words
[in sum]: taecyeon and nichkhun have a wild night out. the rest relive the journey hangover style.
note(s): this is what happens when mildtigers, spicybears, and i have a "continue this crack story" game. it's semi-edited because it wasn't meant to be an actual fic. but here it is.
thank you for reading this and laughing :)
NYE (ii)
(i)← | →(iii)
an hour later, nichkhun has an epiphany. he doesn't have anything against drag queens. he really doesn't. because what's so different between the exterior of them and korean idols on stage anyway? but the thing is, nichkhun really has a pet peeve for pushy people.
the minute they were ushered into the club and into a booth, taecyeon's wallet had been kidnapped by "tomina" their host who had greeted them at the door.
"i'll be keeping this safe for you dear" tomina had said. "it looks like it's your first time and you don't want to be taken advantage of."
well, eight drinks and four queens later, taecyeon certainly looked happy enough. nichkhun too had had a very strong dirty martini and was feeling a little dizzy.
"what do you guys stuff in the put? i mean, what do you guys put in this stuff?"
whoops, it looked like nichkhun was more than just tipsy. but in the haze of the buzz, nichkhun, more clear-minded than taecyeon, sees the wallet. it's just perching on the edge of the counter behind the cash register on the other side of the room.
"s'the bethroom?"
"bathroom honey?" says alexandra, another host. "over there."
and, as fate would have it, alexandra points a perfectly painted three inch nail toward the other end of the room. the other queens are tied up with taecyeon (literally) and if nichkhun can just get the floor to stop spinning, he thinks he can plan their escape.
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"did you get it? did you get it?" shouts junho, jumping up and down in his seat.
"hold on, let him finish" says chansung, pushing the other boy down.
"were they hot?" asks junsu.
"um well, i don't remember much about this part. but basically i got the wallet" says nichkhun.
everyone cheers except wooyoung.
"and the ice cream?" asks wooyoung, icily.
"yeah, that part's coming up..."
"psst" taecyeon whispers before nichkhun starts up again. "he's giving you THE GLARE right now..."
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nichkhun secretly pockets the wallet. now, he thinks, all he has to do is get taecyeon and run. but this is the hard part. "get taecyeon"
it's one thing to spring a guy from a situation. but what if the guy doesn't want to leave?
nichkhun slips back into the booth.
"excuse me ladies" he says in what he hopes is a charming voice. "i need to uh...sit next to my pal here."
"ohhh" says one of the queens. "are you going to give us a show?"
nichkhun smiles awkwardly, trying to convey that no, he is not gay for taecyeon. but then all the other hosts start chanting.
"kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!"
taecyeon, in his stupor, thinks they are talking about "steph" who looks like jessica from girl's generation if jessica liked body building. he giggles and slaps her away playfully. and in that moment of confusion, nichkhun manages to get close and whispers in his ear.
"i got the wallet. when i push past tomina, we are getting the hell out of here. ready? on the count of three, we run."
nichkhun can tell taecyeon's got the message because taecyeon's eyes kind of get their spark back and he looks like he's going to throw up.
"excuse me tomina" says nichkhun. "i'd like to have a private word..."
tomina inclines his head and slides off the seat, leaving nichkhun and taecyeon with a clear path out of the club. there's no one else in the club at this hour so there are no other obstacles either.
"one..."
"um, steph?" says taecyeon.
"two..."
"you're really..."
"THREE!"
"REALLY BEAUTIFUL!!!"
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"oh. my. gosh!" yells junho, guffawing.
chansung is turning blue from laughing.
"was she really pretty?" asks junsu, holding his pillow to his chest.
"hey, in my defense, i was really really drunk guys" says taecyeon defensively.
but later, when they're all paying attention to nichkhun again, taecyeon whispers a definte "yes" to junsu's ear.
§
they manage to run past the hosts. they are in the hallway when tomina's man voice rings out toward them.
"you forgot to pay for the drinks, you punks!"
and because it really is their own fault for walking into the wrong store, nichkhun rifles through taecyeon's newfound wallet as they run. he sees a few smaller bills of korean money, then a hundred dollar bill from the states. nichkhun takes a quick look behind as he's running. taecyeon looks scared and not a few feet behind is a frighteningly scary looking tomina with his heels off.
"oh heck" says nichkhun to himself. and blindly reaches into the wallet and throws the hundred behind him.
"that should cover us!" he yells behind him.
and while tomina has stopped to retrieve the bill, taecyeon and nichkhun manage to escape.
when they've run at least five blocks in silence (with only their panting ringing in their own ears), they stop to catch their breath. conveniently, a bus pulls up right next to them, so they take that too, just in case. when they get off after thirty minutes, they're in hongdae. there are people bustling which is a good thing because it's harder to chase people in a crowd. looking around, nichkhun doesn't see anyone following them, so he breathes a sigh of relief.
"dude" says taecyeon. "you have balls."
"what? we had to get of there."
"no, i mean when you threw tomina that bill."
"oh, look, i'll pay you back..."
"no, you don't have to. a thousand won? dude, that's like less than a dollar in the US."
nichkhun stares, then hurriedly takes out the wallet again. there, sitting in it's rightful place is the hundred dollar bill.
"i threw down a chun-won (1000won)?"
"yeah dude."
nichkhun's face goes pale. it was even worse than not paying at all. but as nichkhun's getting over the shock of what just happened (and trying to get the alcohol out of his system), he sees a sign.
"hey"
"what?" asks taecyeon. he has his head down, sitting on a planter because he's still on that buzz. "why is it so bright outside?"
"the festival."
"huh?"
"we're at the festival."
taec lifts his head and looks around.
"oh yeah" he says. "i forgot, it lasts a week and new year's day is the last day. we have schedule during this whole week so i totally put it out of my mind."
"don't you see?" nichkhun says excitedly. "we can kill three birds with one stone!"
"that...is wrong somehow..."
"we can buy wooyoung ice cream, chansung his fruit, and junho his energy drinks! all here at one location!"
taecyeon rolls his eyes about, thinking.
"you're right but... don't you think we should get back before the drag queens realize we're celebrities and that these people realize we're 2PM?"
"i can't believe you called yourself a celebrity...just... come on."
and so, towing a protesting taecyeon, nichkhun makes his way across the festival grounds to the nearest ice cream stand that can sell them a pint in a cooler.
but when they get to a grocery store nearby, taecyeon can't remember if chansung said bananas or mangoes.
"dude, short term memory!" shouts an annoyed nichkhun.
"honestly, i get these requests so much that i can't remember. both are his fav."
"let's just get half and half then" nichkhun says.
they get three each, but at the register, taecyeon remembers that chansung had said eight of something. they go back and get eight of each.
"i don't know if we can carry junho's energy drinks" nichkhun worries.
"don't worry" taecyeon says. "he only said three cans."
"are you sure? it doesn't seem like he'd send us just to get three cans."
"believe me" says taecyeon. "i'm sure about this one."
"ok, well, just in case, let's get a case then. i'm sure we can carry one pack of energy drinks."
by the time they exit the store, they're heavy-laden with fruit, drinks, and ice cream. they waddle to a bus stop, passing each of the gaming stalls as they go. at the last one, nichkhun sees something that nearly makes him drop the ice cream. but before he can tell taecyeon to play it cool, taecyeon screams like a girl.
genfic, nichkhun/wooyoung
pg-13
(total) 4,349 words
[in sum]: taecyeon and nichkhun have a wild night out. the rest relive the journey hangover style.
note(s): this is what happens when mildtigers, spicybears, and i have a "continue this crack story" game. it's semi-edited because it wasn't meant to be an actual fic. but here it is.
thank you for reading this and laughing :)
NYE (ii)
(i)← | →(iii)
an hour later, nichkhun has an epiphany. he doesn't have anything against drag queens. he really doesn't. because what's so different between the exterior of them and korean idols on stage anyway? but the thing is, nichkhun really has a pet peeve for pushy people.
the minute they were ushered into the club and into a booth, taecyeon's wallet had been kidnapped by "tomina" their host who had greeted them at the door.
"i'll be keeping this safe for you dear" tomina had said. "it looks like it's your first time and you don't want to be taken advantage of."
well, eight drinks and four queens later, taecyeon certainly looked happy enough. nichkhun too had had a very strong dirty martini and was feeling a little dizzy.
"what do you guys stuff in the put? i mean, what do you guys put in this stuff?"
whoops, it looked like nichkhun was more than just tipsy. but in the haze of the buzz, nichkhun, more clear-minded than taecyeon, sees the wallet. it's just perching on the edge of the counter behind the cash register on the other side of the room.
"s'the bethroom?"
"bathroom honey?" says alexandra, another host. "over there."
and, as fate would have it, alexandra points a perfectly painted three inch nail toward the other end of the room. the other queens are tied up with taecyeon (literally) and if nichkhun can just get the floor to stop spinning, he thinks he can plan their escape.
§
"did you get it? did you get it?" shouts junho, jumping up and down in his seat.
"hold on, let him finish" says chansung, pushing the other boy down.
"were they hot?" asks junsu.
"um well, i don't remember much about this part. but basically i got the wallet" says nichkhun.
everyone cheers except wooyoung.
"and the ice cream?" asks wooyoung, icily.
"yeah, that part's coming up..."
"psst" taecyeon whispers before nichkhun starts up again. "he's giving you THE GLARE right now..."
§
nichkhun secretly pockets the wallet. now, he thinks, all he has to do is get taecyeon and run. but this is the hard part. "get taecyeon"
it's one thing to spring a guy from a situation. but what if the guy doesn't want to leave?
nichkhun slips back into the booth.
"excuse me ladies" he says in what he hopes is a charming voice. "i need to uh...sit next to my pal here."
"ohhh" says one of the queens. "are you going to give us a show?"
nichkhun smiles awkwardly, trying to convey that no, he is not gay for taecyeon. but then all the other hosts start chanting.
"kiss him, kiss him, kiss him!"
taecyeon, in his stupor, thinks they are talking about "steph" who looks like jessica from girl's generation if jessica liked body building. he giggles and slaps her away playfully. and in that moment of confusion, nichkhun manages to get close and whispers in his ear.
"i got the wallet. when i push past tomina, we are getting the hell out of here. ready? on the count of three, we run."
nichkhun can tell taecyeon's got the message because taecyeon's eyes kind of get their spark back and he looks like he's going to throw up.
"excuse me tomina" says nichkhun. "i'd like to have a private word..."
tomina inclines his head and slides off the seat, leaving nichkhun and taecyeon with a clear path out of the club. there's no one else in the club at this hour so there are no other obstacles either.
"one..."
"um, steph?" says taecyeon.
"two..."
"you're really..."
"THREE!"
"REALLY BEAUTIFUL!!!"
§
"oh. my. gosh!" yells junho, guffawing.
chansung is turning blue from laughing.
"was she really pretty?" asks junsu, holding his pillow to his chest.
"hey, in my defense, i was really really drunk guys" says taecyeon defensively.
but later, when they're all paying attention to nichkhun again, taecyeon whispers a definte "yes" to junsu's ear.
§
they manage to run past the hosts. they are in the hallway when tomina's man voice rings out toward them.
"you forgot to pay for the drinks, you punks!"
and because it really is their own fault for walking into the wrong store, nichkhun rifles through taecyeon's newfound wallet as they run. he sees a few smaller bills of korean money, then a hundred dollar bill from the states. nichkhun takes a quick look behind as he's running. taecyeon looks scared and not a few feet behind is a frighteningly scary looking tomina with his heels off.
"oh heck" says nichkhun to himself. and blindly reaches into the wallet and throws the hundred behind him.
"that should cover us!" he yells behind him.
and while tomina has stopped to retrieve the bill, taecyeon and nichkhun manage to escape.
when they've run at least five blocks in silence (with only their panting ringing in their own ears), they stop to catch their breath. conveniently, a bus pulls up right next to them, so they take that too, just in case. when they get off after thirty minutes, they're in hongdae. there are people bustling which is a good thing because it's harder to chase people in a crowd. looking around, nichkhun doesn't see anyone following them, so he breathes a sigh of relief.
"dude" says taecyeon. "you have balls."
"what? we had to get of there."
"no, i mean when you threw tomina that bill."
"oh, look, i'll pay you back..."
"no, you don't have to. a thousand won? dude, that's like less than a dollar in the US."
nichkhun stares, then hurriedly takes out the wallet again. there, sitting in it's rightful place is the hundred dollar bill.
"i threw down a chun-won (1000won)?"
"yeah dude."
nichkhun's face goes pale. it was even worse than not paying at all. but as nichkhun's getting over the shock of what just happened (and trying to get the alcohol out of his system), he sees a sign.
"hey"
"what?" asks taecyeon. he has his head down, sitting on a planter because he's still on that buzz. "why is it so bright outside?"
"the festival."
"huh?"
"we're at the festival."
taec lifts his head and looks around.
"oh yeah" he says. "i forgot, it lasts a week and new year's day is the last day. we have schedule during this whole week so i totally put it out of my mind."
"don't you see?" nichkhun says excitedly. "we can kill three birds with one stone!"
"that...is wrong somehow..."
"we can buy wooyoung ice cream, chansung his fruit, and junho his energy drinks! all here at one location!"
taecyeon rolls his eyes about, thinking.
"you're right but... don't you think we should get back before the drag queens realize we're celebrities and that these people realize we're 2PM?"
"i can't believe you called yourself a celebrity...just... come on."
and so, towing a protesting taecyeon, nichkhun makes his way across the festival grounds to the nearest ice cream stand that can sell them a pint in a cooler.
but when they get to a grocery store nearby, taecyeon can't remember if chansung said bananas or mangoes.
"dude, short term memory!" shouts an annoyed nichkhun.
"honestly, i get these requests so much that i can't remember. both are his fav."
"let's just get half and half then" nichkhun says.
they get three each, but at the register, taecyeon remembers that chansung had said eight of something. they go back and get eight of each.
"i don't know if we can carry junho's energy drinks" nichkhun worries.
"don't worry" taecyeon says. "he only said three cans."
"are you sure? it doesn't seem like he'd send us just to get three cans."
"believe me" says taecyeon. "i'm sure about this one."
"ok, well, just in case, let's get a case then. i'm sure we can carry one pack of energy drinks."
by the time they exit the store, they're heavy-laden with fruit, drinks, and ice cream. they waddle to a bus stop, passing each of the gaming stalls as they go. at the last one, nichkhun sees something that nearly makes him drop the ice cream. but before he can tell taecyeon to play it cool, taecyeon screams like a girl.