Oneshot; Khunyoung
Happy ever after
Pairing: Nichkhun x Wooyoung <-- OTPOTPOTPOTP.
Summary: Two men in two gangs. A mistake made by a member in Khun's gang led to a death of someone dear.
Author's note: It's 2:30 am, and I'm not tired?? I've been trying to write a gang/dark/mafia or assassin type of fic for a while but I've never really known where to start...I still don't actually =.="! And I thought hm, maybe I'll just start SOMEWHERE so here we go lol. It's kind of like hm...an excerpt maybe? Hm...Or maybe it'll just stay as a one shot =.= Probably yeah =.="! And gahhh I'm so hating uni this semester :( Not doing too well at all and it's oiefjaiofj just want to...finish...agjaiofj. So sorry I haven't posted anything in a while x_x. The irony of the title comes from how Khun said 'happily forever' and yeah...:P Mmm also, being bombarded with work from uni kind of made my writing go crappy, so apologies in advance! =.= OH! AND don't judge on the sexual part! Ahahahahha. I'm a noob.
Nichkhun’s lips grazes along the side of Wooyoung’s neck, his tongue slithers out from between his lips and lightly licks a bit of the soft skin. The younger feels the weight of Nichkhun’s toned body as he lies beneath the older male. Khun’s teeth nips between the soft skin, sucking it gently. He pulls away satisfyingly to see a light pink mark slowly forming in contrast to the milky skin. His lips lingers against the younger body beneath his.
“Let’s run”
Wooyoung looks at him sceptically, “Run?”
“Run away, run from all this and start fresh” Nichkhun’s hand travels down the younger’s chest, his lips automatically following the trail.
“We can’t”
“Why not?”
“You know why, they’ll chase” Wooyoung’s body arches at the rush of pleasure running along his lower half, “Mm, us down”
"I’ll protect you”
_______________________
Nichkhun stops running towards the blond as he notices red fluid slowly seeping through his once pristine white shirt. His eyes become fixated on the blood and his breathing stops momentarily. Nichkhun feels all the energy being drained from his body. His hand which held tightly to the gun drops to the ground and he feels a surge of pang spreading in his chest at the sight before him.
“Woo-Wooyoung?”
His seen it before a dozen times because it’s his job; people getting hurt and people dying before his eyes but this was different because the ones before didn’t matter. Wooyoung looks down at his wound, his hands reaches to his abdomen. He studies the red stain and looks up to see Nichkhun looking at him with a mix of confusion and shock.
Wooyoung delivers his trademark smirk, “You win”
Wooyoung’s knees buckles as his body gives into the strength of gravity. Nichkhun being only a few meters away watches the other man collapse onto the cold hard floor. He can see the damage the bullet had incurred. The back of his shirt was soaked in blood, which could easily make everyone believe it was originally a red shirt.
Nichkhun takes a step and a deep breath; everything around him silences.
The shouts of determination, screams of victory - he doesn’t hear it.
The bloodshed around him, the violence occurring - he doesn’t see it.
All he sees is a vulnerable man lying on the floor in front of him awaiting for d - No, not yet. He refuses to admit it.
He takes one more step, another, another, another and another until his knees falls beside the blond.
“Young - Youngie?” His lips quiver and heart sinks in fear of the inevitable. Nichkhun turns Wooyoung around gently and holds him close to his chest. His eyes were still focused but Nichkhun could barely feel his chest rise up and down, and the colour in his face was quickly seeping away.
“I’m sorry” It was barely above a whisper but Nichkhun hears it clearly
He holds him tighter, his throat closes up and he shuts his eyes firmly. His face becomes buried in Wooyoung’s blond hair, “Don’t say anything -” Nichkhun swallows hard, he needs to sound confident as to not worry the younger one and maybe if he tries hard enough, he can convince himself everything’s alright, “It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay”
Wooyoung continues to smirk, disregarding the pain in his body; his hand bloodied, reaches up and lays it upon Nichkhun’s hair, “I know”
Wooyoung feels safe being wrapped in the arms of the one he loves. However he can feel the older man’s whole body shaking. No matter how tight he’s holding onto him, his arms are trembling. He can hear the quiet restrained sobs emitting from Nichkhun and the torture of trying to hold it back.
Wooyoung closes his eyes, just for a second - kind of like blinking. But he doesn’t find the strength to open it again. He closes it until he hears nothing, sees nothing, and feels nothing.
Nichkhun feels Wooyoung’s hands falling from the top of his head, the space becoming vacant.
He looks down, to see his eyes shut, “Wooyoung?”
“Wooyoung?” He shakes the younger man, trying to wake him up
“We’re like Romeo and Juliet or Jack and Rose,” states Wooyoung, “I’m not supposed to love you yet I do”
Nichkhun takes the younger’s hand and interlaces it with his own, “Except, we’ll live happily forever”
Wooyoung lays his head on his shoulders and smiles, “Agreed”
“Wooyoung?” He repeats
“Khun, I’m tired of hiding and sneaking around” He was exhausted and Nichkhun could tell from his boyfriend’s lack of sleep. And to be honest, Nichkhun was too.
“WOOYOUNG?” His voice alerts the other people around him and they all become quiet, “Don’t do this to me…”
“Is it true?” Wooyoung was furious, his finger pointing at his boyfriend, “Did your men do it?”
No response.
“Did your men, kill him?” Each word was articulated with rage behind it
“Wooyoung listen -“
Wooyoung scoffs at his attempt to try and make up excuses, “So it’s true...”
Nichkhun chokes out a loud cry filling the silence within the shed. He continues to grip tightly to Wooyoung. He closes his eyes. Maybe if he doesn’t see it’s not true and if it’s not true, it didn’t happen. If it didn’t happen then he has nothing to ache for. But he feels it and he doesn’t know how to shut it off. He opens his eyes to see everyone looking at him holding Wooyoung.
And he doesn’t know what to do, not anymore.
Pairing: Nichkhun x Wooyoung <-- OTPOTPOTPOTP.
Summary: Two men in two gangs. A mistake made by a member in Khun's gang led to a death of someone dear.
Author's note: It's 2:30 am, and I'm not tired?? I've been trying to write a gang/dark/mafia or assassin type of fic for a while but I've never really known where to start...I still don't actually =.="! And I thought hm, maybe I'll just start SOMEWHERE so here we go lol. It's kind of like hm...an excerpt maybe? Hm...Or maybe it'll just stay as a one shot =.= Probably yeah =.="! And gahhh I'm so hating uni this semester :( Not doing too well at all and it's oiefjaiofj just want to...finish...agjaiofj. So sorry I haven't posted anything in a while x_x. The irony of the title comes from how Khun said 'happily forever' and yeah...:P Mmm also, being bombarded with work from uni kind of made my writing go crappy, so apologies in advance! =.= OH! AND don't judge on the sexual part! Ahahahahha. I'm a noob.
Nichkhun’s lips grazes along the side of Wooyoung’s neck, his tongue slithers out from between his lips and lightly licks a bit of the soft skin. The younger feels the weight of Nichkhun’s toned body as he lies beneath the older male. Khun’s teeth nips between the soft skin, sucking it gently. He pulls away satisfyingly to see a light pink mark slowly forming in contrast to the milky skin. His lips lingers against the younger body beneath his.
“Let’s run”
Wooyoung looks at him sceptically, “Run?”
“Run away, run from all this and start fresh” Nichkhun’s hand travels down the younger’s chest, his lips automatically following the trail.
“We can’t”
“Why not?”
“You know why, they’ll chase” Wooyoung’s body arches at the rush of pleasure running along his lower half, “Mm, us down”
"I’ll protect you”
_______________________
Nichkhun stops running towards the blond as he notices red fluid slowly seeping through his once pristine white shirt. His eyes become fixated on the blood and his breathing stops momentarily. Nichkhun feels all the energy being drained from his body. His hand which held tightly to the gun drops to the ground and he feels a surge of pang spreading in his chest at the sight before him.
“Woo-Wooyoung?”
His seen it before a dozen times because it’s his job; people getting hurt and people dying before his eyes but this was different because the ones before didn’t matter. Wooyoung looks down at his wound, his hands reaches to his abdomen. He studies the red stain and looks up to see Nichkhun looking at him with a mix of confusion and shock.
Wooyoung delivers his trademark smirk, “You win”
Wooyoung’s knees buckles as his body gives into the strength of gravity. Nichkhun being only a few meters away watches the other man collapse onto the cold hard floor. He can see the damage the bullet had incurred. The back of his shirt was soaked in blood, which could easily make everyone believe it was originally a red shirt.
Nichkhun takes a step and a deep breath; everything around him silences.
The shouts of determination, screams of victory - he doesn’t hear it.
The bloodshed around him, the violence occurring - he doesn’t see it.
All he sees is a vulnerable man lying on the floor in front of him awaiting for d - No, not yet. He refuses to admit it.
He takes one more step, another, another, another and another until his knees falls beside the blond.
“Young - Youngie?” His lips quiver and heart sinks in fear of the inevitable. Nichkhun turns Wooyoung around gently and holds him close to his chest. His eyes were still focused but Nichkhun could barely feel his chest rise up and down, and the colour in his face was quickly seeping away.
“I’m sorry” It was barely above a whisper but Nichkhun hears it clearly
He holds him tighter, his throat closes up and he shuts his eyes firmly. His face becomes buried in Wooyoung’s blond hair, “Don’t say anything -” Nichkhun swallows hard, he needs to sound confident as to not worry the younger one and maybe if he tries hard enough, he can convince himself everything’s alright, “It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay”
Wooyoung continues to smirk, disregarding the pain in his body; his hand bloodied, reaches up and lays it upon Nichkhun’s hair, “I know”
Wooyoung feels safe being wrapped in the arms of the one he loves. However he can feel the older man’s whole body shaking. No matter how tight he’s holding onto him, his arms are trembling. He can hear the quiet restrained sobs emitting from Nichkhun and the torture of trying to hold it back.
Wooyoung closes his eyes, just for a second - kind of like blinking. But he doesn’t find the strength to open it again. He closes it until he hears nothing, sees nothing, and feels nothing.
Nichkhun feels Wooyoung’s hands falling from the top of his head, the space becoming vacant.
He looks down, to see his eyes shut, “Wooyoung?”
“Wooyoung?” He shakes the younger man, trying to wake him up
“We’re like Romeo and Juliet or Jack and Rose,” states Wooyoung, “I’m not supposed to love you yet I do”
Nichkhun takes the younger’s hand and interlaces it with his own, “Except, we’ll live happily forever”
Wooyoung lays his head on his shoulders and smiles, “Agreed”
“Wooyoung?” He repeats
“Khun, I’m tired of hiding and sneaking around” He was exhausted and Nichkhun could tell from his boyfriend’s lack of sleep. And to be honest, Nichkhun was too.
“WOOYOUNG?” His voice alerts the other people around him and they all become quiet, “Don’t do this to me…”
“Is it true?” Wooyoung was furious, his finger pointing at his boyfriend, “Did your men do it?”
No response.
“Did your men, kill him?” Each word was articulated with rage behind it
“Wooyoung listen -“
Wooyoung scoffs at his attempt to try and make up excuses, “So it’s true...”
Nichkhun chokes out a loud cry filling the silence within the shed. He continues to grip tightly to Wooyoung. He closes his eyes. Maybe if he doesn’t see it’s not true and if it’s not true, it didn’t happen. If it didn’t happen then he has nothing to ache for. But he feels it and he doesn’t know how to shut it off. He opens his eyes to see everyone looking at him holding Wooyoung.
And he doesn’t know what to do, not anymore.