[fanfic] Undisclosed Desires
Title: Undisclosed Desires
Type: Drabble, Real Life, Songfic
Genre: Romance (?)
Rating: G
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Words: 800+
Only beside Wooyoung do the angel and devil collide.
A/N: Inspired by Muse’s song Undisclosed Desires. Unbeta’ed!
One bottle, two bottles, three bottles, four. The stench of alcohol was already filling the room, threatening to even intoxicate the still-sober Wooyoung. The boys were already red-faced and their eyes were half-lidded with ebriety. There was only one boy that Wooyoung had his eye on.
Nichkhun was taking another swig of the vodka in his cup, laughing loudly as he slammed his empty cup onto the table. The boys cheered but Wooyoung kept silent. The boys always found some amusement in seeing this unexpected side of Nichkhun, this ‘devil’ side that nobody knew about, that was not portrayed before the camera. But not Wooyoung.
It had always been Wooyoung that had run to Nichkhun for comfort, for advice and for shelter. It had always been like that since their trainee days, up to after their debut. But then that night happened, when it had been Nichkhun to knock on his door, to curl up beside him under the sheets, and it had been Nichkhun’s tears that had wet Wooyoung’s shoulder instead of the other way round.
It was a shock. Nichkhun had always been the pillar of silent strength in the group. Angelic on TV, disciplined and sensible in real life, Nichkhun had always been the one to keep the group going no matter how much hate they got. Because of this, Nichkhun had always been Wooyoung’s role model. He had thought Nichkhun to be perfect.
But then that night had happened. “I’m tired… I’m so tired…” sobbed Nichkhun as Wooyoung felt his tears on his shoulder. It was the first time Wooyoung had realized Nichkhun was really as vulnerable as the rest of them. He had never realized nor even thought about how exhausting it must be to create a perfect image all the time on TV, and to be the one that people ran to for advice, with no one to return the favour.
I know you suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied
After that, Nichkhun seemed to change just a little. He drank more. He laughed more. He seemed determined to shed that angel face that everyone thought he was. He clubbed more. He flirted more. He slept around more. The angel had apparently become the devil, as everyone thought. But every night after he came home from a night of alcohol and sex, he always went to Wooyoung’s room, and curled up under the sheets with him, to fall asleep in his arms.
You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine
“Am I a bad person, Wooyoung?” he whispered one night, in the wee hours of the morning. “Am I a bad person because I’m not what everyone thinks I am?”
“No,” Wooyoung sighed as he curled his arms around Nichkhun. He felt Nichkhun shift a little closer to him on the bed. “Everyone has their angelic and devilish sides, you’re just a little torn between the two.”
There was a short silence. “I’m sorry for always imposing on you whenever I feel like an emotional basketcase,” Nichkhun whispered guiltily. Wooyoung felt a surge of emotion as he looked down at him.
“I feel like I’m the only one that can see both sides of you and I’m really happy for that,” Wooyoung smiled. Nichkhun looked up at him in some doubtful gratitude. Even in the darkness, Wooyoung could see the turn of the light in his eyes.
It became tiring and futile to fight it any longer. He leaned closer to Nichkhun and hesitatingly pressed his lips against his. Nichkhun didn’t resist as his moist eyelashes fluttered close. He had seen Nichkhun do this with girls before, but this kiss felt more real than any of that. It was slow, like they wanted time to freeze so they could bathe in this stolen moment forever. It was chaste, as if they were communicating raw emotions they could never appropriately relate to each other verbally, in that kiss.
But then, the kiss grew urgent as Nichkhun grabbed the back of Wooyoung’s neck and broke away from his lips to violently savour the skin of his neck. Wooyoung arched his back against Nichkhun and allowed himself to be swept away by the devil he had unleashed.
Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one
Eventually, they fell asleep, entangled in each other’s arms. Dawn broke, and it was another day once more. The cycle was about to repeat itself.
Everyday, it was always going to be the angel on screen, and the devil off camera. But it was only next to Wooyoung, that the two would collide.
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart