Cantaloupe Roses
Title: Cantaloupe Roses
Pairing: KhunYoung
Characters: 2pm
Rating: PG-13
Warning/Disclaimer: I don’t own the guys. Only the storyline. Fluffy.
Summary: Wooyoung can never stay mad at Nichkhun
I stared at the sleeping figure next to me. His tan, toned, muscular arms were wrapped around my waist, and a smiled brushed his peaceful face. I memorized him, this beautiful side, the one that I didn’t get to see too often, between him having a busy schedule, him partying all the time, him getting drunk and bringing girls home.
This Nichkhun was awe-inspiring, breath-taking. This was the Nichkhun that I had fallen in love with.
As dawn bruised the black sky with splotches of blue and purple and gold, sunlight began to glimmer through the cracks in the closed blinds. I closed my eyes, letting this feeling seep into me. I cherished it, captured it in my soul and grinned. At that moment, I felt a rough and callused palm cup my cheek.
“Woo,” a husky voice whispered. “Wake up.” When I didn’t respond, I started to feel open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, my neck, trailing down, down...I awoke, my eyelids fluttering open. My breath caught in my throat when I glimpsed those large, chocolate globes. Nichkhun’s lips turned up. This was truly the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.
“Nichkhun,” I whispered back, somewhat nervous. It was quite odd, really. I was quite odd, actually. Whenever Nichkhun said or did anything to me, I turned from the calm, cool, impassive Wooyoung to the bumbling, blabbering, blushing, idiot Wooyoung. “Nichkhun,” I tried again, making my tone steady. “What’s up?” Towards the end, my voice faltered and cracked. I mentally slapped myself as my boyfriend jeered lovingly.
“Good morning, Wooyoung,” he said, getting up. He pulled on a pair of faded jeans and purple V-neck sweater. He slipped brown leather loafers onto his feet. “We gotta go.”
“Go where?” I wondered.
“Follow me, and maybe you’ll find out,” he replied, giving me that signature smirk.
Yesterday’s events suddenly came rushing back to me, and they replayed over and over in my head. I quickly turned irritated. He forgot our two-hundredth day anniversary, and now he expects me to follow him around like a lost puppy? That is not on my agenda. “No Nichkhun. You will tell me now, or I refuse to go.” To prove my point, I crossed my arms obstinately. Nichkhun sighed. It was kind of weary.
“I knew I would have to do this the hard way,” he muttered. He walked over to the bed and picked me up, bridal style. Then he flung me over his right shoulder. I pounded my fists against the flat expanse of his broad back, but Nichkhun was relentless. And stronger than me.
“Put me down!” I screamed shamelessly as we reached the kitchen. Luckily, I was in my plaid pajama pants, so there were no sniggers, even though I was shirtless.
The other members were already there, eating breakfast. Chansung was taking a bite out of a banana, then paused midway. I made a mental note to tell the maknae how wrong that looked, and to lay off the tasty yellow fruits.
“Hey guys!” Nichkhun said happily, as though nothing was wrong. He even had the nerve to wave. I screamed in frustration.
They just looked at us, amused. Taec smiled his cute eye smile, and a bit of milk dribbled down his chin from the cereal he was in the process of devouring. I reminded myself to let him know that he needed to choose with that giant mouth of his closed.
As we exited the dorm, Nichkhun carried me up a few flights of stairs. He was huffing and puffing by the time we got to the rooftop entrance. “Why the hell are we here?” I hollered.
“Would you just shut up?!” he snapped. I was shocked into silence. Nichkhun yelled at people yes, I knew that. He would yell at Junho for missing a note, at Junsu for messing up a dance move. But he never yelled at me.
He opened the door that led to the roof. As we emerged fully from the confines of our building, I squinted around. When my eyes finally adjusted to the bright light, they became tear-filled.
“Oh, Khunnie,” I gasped as he set me down. “A-all this, f-for m-m-me?” The roof had a giant pole situated in the middle. Strings of Christmas lights were attached to it, running from the top to the floor, creating some sort of a teepee. A circular table was set for two in the middle of it all, and rose petals were scattered around each chair.
As we entered the lighted area, I noticed the foods on the table. There was an cantaloupe that was intricately carved into a rose on each of our porcelain plates. Beside it, lay two golden brown waffles decorated with chocolate syrup and dusted with a bit of powdered sugar. Two wine glasses were filled to the brim with orange juice, a wedge of lime poised on the edge.
Although I really didn’t get the lights in broad daylight, and although I wasn’t a huge fan of cantaloupe, I was thankful. This was the breakfast version of heaven.
“Khunnie!” I practically squealed. “This is amazing! I...I’m sorry....for this morning.” I pulled him close and literally sobbed in joy. Ah fuck, I was turning into a bumbling, blabbering, blushing, hysterical idiot Wooyoung.
“No, Woo, I’m the one who should be apologizing. You know, for everything. For not being forever faithful, for not spending every free moment by your side. For not wishing you on one of the most important days in our relationship. I’m sorry.”
“Well, Nichkhun, it can all be forgiven...On one condition...”
“Really? And what would that be?” he asked, his thick brow furrowing.
“Kiss me.”
With that, Nichkhun pulled me into a heart-stopping, soul-molding kiss that ignited the passion in me. I sighed contently when we broke it.
“You’re perfect,” I stated.
“We’re perfect,” he corrected, bringing his lips to mine once again.
Pairing: KhunYoung
Characters: 2pm
Rating: PG-13
Warning/Disclaimer: I don’t own the guys. Only the storyline. Fluffy.
Summary: Wooyoung can never stay mad at Nichkhun
I stared at the sleeping figure next to me. His tan, toned, muscular arms were wrapped around my waist, and a smiled brushed his peaceful face. I memorized him, this beautiful side, the one that I didn’t get to see too often, between him having a busy schedule, him partying all the time, him getting drunk and bringing girls home.
This Nichkhun was awe-inspiring, breath-taking. This was the Nichkhun that I had fallen in love with.
As dawn bruised the black sky with splotches of blue and purple and gold, sunlight began to glimmer through the cracks in the closed blinds. I closed my eyes, letting this feeling seep into me. I cherished it, captured it in my soul and grinned. At that moment, I felt a rough and callused palm cup my cheek.
“Woo,” a husky voice whispered. “Wake up.” When I didn’t respond, I started to feel open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, my neck, trailing down, down...I awoke, my eyelids fluttering open. My breath caught in my throat when I glimpsed those large, chocolate globes. Nichkhun’s lips turned up. This was truly the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.
“Nichkhun,” I whispered back, somewhat nervous. It was quite odd, really. I was quite odd, actually. Whenever Nichkhun said or did anything to me, I turned from the calm, cool, impassive Wooyoung to the bumbling, blabbering, blushing, idiot Wooyoung. “Nichkhun,” I tried again, making my tone steady. “What’s up?” Towards the end, my voice faltered and cracked. I mentally slapped myself as my boyfriend jeered lovingly.
“Good morning, Wooyoung,” he said, getting up. He pulled on a pair of faded jeans and purple V-neck sweater. He slipped brown leather loafers onto his feet. “We gotta go.”
“Go where?” I wondered.
“Follow me, and maybe you’ll find out,” he replied, giving me that signature smirk.
Yesterday’s events suddenly came rushing back to me, and they replayed over and over in my head. I quickly turned irritated. He forgot our two-hundredth day anniversary, and now he expects me to follow him around like a lost puppy? That is not on my agenda. “No Nichkhun. You will tell me now, or I refuse to go.” To prove my point, I crossed my arms obstinately. Nichkhun sighed. It was kind of weary.
“I knew I would have to do this the hard way,” he muttered. He walked over to the bed and picked me up, bridal style. Then he flung me over his right shoulder. I pounded my fists against the flat expanse of his broad back, but Nichkhun was relentless. And stronger than me.
“Put me down!” I screamed shamelessly as we reached the kitchen. Luckily, I was in my plaid pajama pants, so there were no sniggers, even though I was shirtless.
The other members were already there, eating breakfast. Chansung was taking a bite out of a banana, then paused midway. I made a mental note to tell the maknae how wrong that looked, and to lay off the tasty yellow fruits.
“Hey guys!” Nichkhun said happily, as though nothing was wrong. He even had the nerve to wave. I screamed in frustration.
They just looked at us, amused. Taec smiled his cute eye smile, and a bit of milk dribbled down his chin from the cereal he was in the process of devouring. I reminded myself to let him know that he needed to choose with that giant mouth of his closed.
As we exited the dorm, Nichkhun carried me up a few flights of stairs. He was huffing and puffing by the time we got to the rooftop entrance. “Why the hell are we here?” I hollered.
“Would you just shut up?!” he snapped. I was shocked into silence. Nichkhun yelled at people yes, I knew that. He would yell at Junho for missing a note, at Junsu for messing up a dance move. But he never yelled at me.
He opened the door that led to the roof. As we emerged fully from the confines of our building, I squinted around. When my eyes finally adjusted to the bright light, they became tear-filled.
“Oh, Khunnie,” I gasped as he set me down. “A-all this, f-for m-m-me?” The roof had a giant pole situated in the middle. Strings of Christmas lights were attached to it, running from the top to the floor, creating some sort of a teepee. A circular table was set for two in the middle of it all, and rose petals were scattered around each chair.
As we entered the lighted area, I noticed the foods on the table. There was an cantaloupe that was intricately carved into a rose on each of our porcelain plates. Beside it, lay two golden brown waffles decorated with chocolate syrup and dusted with a bit of powdered sugar. Two wine glasses were filled to the brim with orange juice, a wedge of lime poised on the edge.
Although I really didn’t get the lights in broad daylight, and although I wasn’t a huge fan of cantaloupe, I was thankful. This was the breakfast version of heaven.
“Khunnie!” I practically squealed. “This is amazing! I...I’m sorry....for this morning.” I pulled him close and literally sobbed in joy. Ah fuck, I was turning into a bumbling, blabbering, blushing, hysterical idiot Wooyoung.
“No, Woo, I’m the one who should be apologizing. You know, for everything. For not being forever faithful, for not spending every free moment by your side. For not wishing you on one of the most important days in our relationship. I’m sorry.”
“Well, Nichkhun, it can all be forgiven...On one condition...”
“Really? And what would that be?” he asked, his thick brow furrowing.
“Kiss me.”
With that, Nichkhun pulled me into a heart-stopping, soul-molding kiss that ignited the passion in me. I sighed contently when we broke it.
“You’re perfect,” I stated.
“We’re perfect,” he corrected, bringing his lips to mine once again.