oneshot; khunyoung
Knockin' (inspired by Vanness Wu's new song 'Knockin' go check it out! It's brilliant)
Pairing: Nichkhun x Wooyoung (surprise, surprise....)
Summary: Nichkhun's made mistakes, he looks for Wooyoung and tries to apologize, make excuses and basically try and say its not his fault but Wooyoung finally sets his foot down.
Author's note: I've hit a slump...I think I've been in this slump for a while actually, haha. You know how sometimes everything you write you feel its inadequate or you just get nothing from any inspiration? Yeah - that's what's happening except I think I'm getting out of it...slowly...But enough of that, enjoy :)
‘bang, bang, bang’
The knocking continues with each knock louder than the last. Wooyoung eyes the door irately and heaves a sigh. He treads softly along the ground to a brightly lit kitchen. He opens a door to the fridge and eyes around for something to satisfy his sweet craving.
‘bang, bang, bang’
Stop the knocking.
Wooyoung wraps his right hand around a bottle of cold banana milk. He twists the lid open and begins to gulp it down as though he was in a race.
“Wooyoung please open the door!” The crying for his presence grows louder on the other side.
Stop the shouting.
‘ring, ring, ring’
His forehead furrows, frustrated he puts the bottle down on the marble bench accidentally creating a loud thud.
‘ring, ring, ring’
Stop the ringing.
Wooyoung takes a few steps towards the device near the couch. He takes a glance at the caller I.D on his phone, shuts it off and walks towards the mahogany door. With a hand on the handle, he manages to open it wide enough to see the person standing on the opposite side drenched in water.
Stop trying to get to me.
“Enough is enough. If you know I’m home and I don’t open the door I obviously don’t want to see you.” Wooyoung looks down to the white tiled floor to see a puddle slowly forming. He was prepared to close the door until a hand reaches out to his wrist and grips it gently. The warmth on his skin slowly begins to drain away by the other mans cold skin and his face falters slightly from stern to worrisome.
“Please.” He was shivering a little, the cold finally hitting his body.
Stop pretending to understand me.
“Go home and take a shower Khun”
No more Khunnie, or the affectionate ‘jagiya’ - just plain Khun. And it upsets Nichkhun a little but he doesn’t budge. He struggles to find the precise words to articulate.
“Stand in my shoes and tell me how you would feel. What would you do?” Nichkhun winces a little at Wooyoung’s blunt question, “You can’t repeat I’m sorry a hundred times over and over and expect something good out of it.”
Wooyoung touches Nichkhun’s hand which is still wrapped around his wrist. The warmth gladly welcoming the contact but he gently releases his wrist from the cold touch.
“You can’t make excuses and cover it up with I love you and pretend what you feel is real”
“But it is!” Nichkhun attempts to fight back, his voice echoing down the hallway.
Stop spreading lies.
“You can honestly recount what you’ve done and look me in the eye to tell me…” Wooyoung looks at him incredulously, “you love me?”
Nichkhun attempts to look into his eyes.
'Didn’t his eyes use to form a small line when I stood in front of him because…because he’d be smiling at me?'
Nichkhun‘s eyes stray away and looks, honestly looking at Wooyoung’s current features.
'Where’s the chubby cheeks I use to pinch and love to kiss? Where are the lips that use to anticipate a kiss? Where’s…Where’s the Wooyoung that would burst into laughter at me standing in front of his door all wet?'
Stop looking at me like I finally exist.
Nichkhun slowly extends his hand out - but he stops in mid-air. He sees Wooyoung subtly biting down his lower lip and the one visible hand clenched tightly into a fist.
One touch seems enough to break him - so he stops in mid-air.
Nichkhun sees it in his mind - the constant crying for his name at night and there is no response because he’s not there to hold him, telling him everything’s alright.
“What you gave me, this thing…This thing when it hurts to hear your name, to see your name to even just know that you stood where I am standing…” Wooyoung’s voice begins to tremble slightly, “this thing it isn’t fresh…it’s an ongoing pain. It has been ever since your first time.”
Nichkhun sees it in his mind - the tears streaming down the cheeks he once loved because he knew all along. Everything was made to look perfect but behind it all was someone cheating its way through construction and it was just a matter of time for it all to crumble.
Stop trying to finally care.
“You can’t expect to put a band-aid over it and let it heal perfectly because it scars. It left this scar where I can’t even scratch it out, or touch. So don’t give me your bullshit on I’m sorry anymore because right now I can finally say…” Wooyoung drags a sigh, “I don’t care.”
Wooyoung shuts the door and locks it tightly. He leans back and listens.
The knocking ceases.
The voice is gone.
And the ringing stops.
Pairing: Nichkhun x Wooyoung (surprise, surprise....)
Summary: Nichkhun's made mistakes, he looks for Wooyoung and tries to apologize, make excuses and basically try and say its not his fault but Wooyoung finally sets his foot down.
Author's note: I've hit a slump...I think I've been in this slump for a while actually, haha. You know how sometimes everything you write you feel its inadequate or you just get nothing from any inspiration? Yeah - that's what's happening except I think I'm getting out of it...slowly...But enough of that, enjoy :)
‘bang, bang, bang’
The knocking continues with each knock louder than the last. Wooyoung eyes the door irately and heaves a sigh. He treads softly along the ground to a brightly lit kitchen. He opens a door to the fridge and eyes around for something to satisfy his sweet craving.
‘bang, bang, bang’
Stop the knocking.
Wooyoung wraps his right hand around a bottle of cold banana milk. He twists the lid open and begins to gulp it down as though he was in a race.
“Wooyoung please open the door!” The crying for his presence grows louder on the other side.
Stop the shouting.
‘ring, ring, ring’
His forehead furrows, frustrated he puts the bottle down on the marble bench accidentally creating a loud thud.
‘ring, ring, ring’
Stop the ringing.
Wooyoung takes a few steps towards the device near the couch. He takes a glance at the caller I.D on his phone, shuts it off and walks towards the mahogany door. With a hand on the handle, he manages to open it wide enough to see the person standing on the opposite side drenched in water.
Stop trying to get to me.
“Enough is enough. If you know I’m home and I don’t open the door I obviously don’t want to see you.” Wooyoung looks down to the white tiled floor to see a puddle slowly forming. He was prepared to close the door until a hand reaches out to his wrist and grips it gently. The warmth on his skin slowly begins to drain away by the other mans cold skin and his face falters slightly from stern to worrisome.
“Please.” He was shivering a little, the cold finally hitting his body.
Stop pretending to understand me.
“Go home and take a shower Khun”
No more Khunnie, or the affectionate ‘jagiya’ - just plain Khun. And it upsets Nichkhun a little but he doesn’t budge. He struggles to find the precise words to articulate.
“Stand in my shoes and tell me how you would feel. What would you do?” Nichkhun winces a little at Wooyoung’s blunt question, “You can’t repeat I’m sorry a hundred times over and over and expect something good out of it.”
Wooyoung touches Nichkhun’s hand which is still wrapped around his wrist. The warmth gladly welcoming the contact but he gently releases his wrist from the cold touch.
“You can’t make excuses and cover it up with I love you and pretend what you feel is real”
“But it is!” Nichkhun attempts to fight back, his voice echoing down the hallway.
Stop spreading lies.
“You can honestly recount what you’ve done and look me in the eye to tell me…” Wooyoung looks at him incredulously, “you love me?”
Nichkhun attempts to look into his eyes.
'Didn’t his eyes use to form a small line when I stood in front of him because…because he’d be smiling at me?'
Nichkhun‘s eyes stray away and looks, honestly looking at Wooyoung’s current features.
'Where’s the chubby cheeks I use to pinch and love to kiss? Where are the lips that use to anticipate a kiss? Where’s…Where’s the Wooyoung that would burst into laughter at me standing in front of his door all wet?'
Stop looking at me like I finally exist.
Nichkhun slowly extends his hand out - but he stops in mid-air. He sees Wooyoung subtly biting down his lower lip and the one visible hand clenched tightly into a fist.
One touch seems enough to break him - so he stops in mid-air.
Nichkhun sees it in his mind - the constant crying for his name at night and there is no response because he’s not there to hold him, telling him everything’s alright.
“What you gave me, this thing…This thing when it hurts to hear your name, to see your name to even just know that you stood where I am standing…” Wooyoung’s voice begins to tremble slightly, “this thing it isn’t fresh…it’s an ongoing pain. It has been ever since your first time.”
Nichkhun sees it in his mind - the tears streaming down the cheeks he once loved because he knew all along. Everything was made to look perfect but behind it all was someone cheating its way through construction and it was just a matter of time for it all to crumble.
Stop trying to finally care.
“You can’t expect to put a band-aid over it and let it heal perfectly because it scars. It left this scar where I can’t even scratch it out, or touch. So don’t give me your bullshit on I’m sorry anymore because right now I can finally say…” Wooyoung drags a sigh, “I don’t care.”
Wooyoung shuts the door and locks it tightly. He leans back and listens.
The knocking ceases.
The voice is gone.
And the ringing stops.