fic: the wink
Title: The Wink
Rating: PG
Pairing: Taecyeon/Nickhun
A/N: Belated birthday fic for halcyon_morn. This is for you, bb, and I hope it's, er, okay, because I've never written 2PM fic, and it's been ages since I even wrote anything -FAILS AT LIFE- only for you, chris =P
It isn’t until Taecyeon’s on the receiving end of The Wink that he gets it.
“Oh,” he says. “I see,” he adds, after another half a minute, and then decides it’s best he closes his mouth now.
It’s a good thing Nickhun’s too embarrassed to be concerned about the effect his little demonstration’s had on his bandmate. He looks close to boring a hole in the wood, the way he’s staring at the floorboards. “You think I should stop doing it?”
“No! I mean, uh. Cameras. They love it. I mean, uh. Save it for the cameras. Right. Er.” Well. That was coherent.
“Okay,” Nickhun says, and damn does he have the eager-puppy-with-a-new-chew-toy look down pat.
“Um. Right,” Taecyeon manages, and flees.
---
Taecyeon tells Jaebum, mostly because he doesn’t know the Korean equivalent of a phrase succinct enough to sum up his sorry plight.
“I’m fucked,” he says, sinking onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh. Jaebum doesn’t even bother to feign interest. One of the perks of being leader is dealing with members confessing their misdemeanors to him (and expecting him to fix it, the bastards) almost daily. Lucky him.
“What did I say about walking around the place naked? You know they have cameras everywhere.”
Taecyeon throws a wadded up shirt at him. “One time. And it’s…it’s Nickhun.”
Jaebum does look up this time. “What did you do to him?”
“Nothing!” Taecyeon is more than affronted, to say the least. “He’s fine.”
“Oh.” Jaebum shrugs. “That’s okay, then.”
“You don’t understand! He,” Taecyeon braces himself, then forges ahead, “he, um. Winked at me.”
It’s as if Taecyeon’s just announced he wants to dress up in heels and fishnet stockings while belting out songs by the Wonder Girls. It’s clear Jaebum is seriously considering getting Taecyeon’s head checked. “He winks all the time, Taecyeon.”
Taecyeon, however, is now on a roll. It must be cathartic for him, Jaebum figures, having finally said it out loud. “I’m doomed. Doomed. What’s next, bunnies and flowers? Elton John?”
Jaebum really, really has no idea what the fuck he’s rambling on about. Elton John, however, does sound pretty nasty. “Um. Hey, man. I’m sure it’ll all work out.” He reaches out to pat Taecyeon on the arm awkwardly. “I’m here if you need to, you know. Hit something.”
“I feel like a dirty old ajumma,” Taecyeon says sadly.
Jaebum snorts. “You wish.”
---
Taecyeon’s Grand Plan to avoid Nickhun dies a sad, premature death, considering the fact that they share an apartment. His newly acquired habit of ducking out of sight whenever he spots Nickhun coming doesn’t, unfortunately, manage to go unnoticed, even with his best attempts at being stealthy. Not that Taecyeon can help being this visible. For the first time in his life he finds himself wishing he were just a little bit, well, smaller.
Things come to a head when Nickhun starts, for want of a better word, moping. And when Nickhun pouts, the fangirls notice. And when the fangirls notice, everything starts going to hell.
who’s making my khunnie oppa sad? tell me, oppa!!!
That, and an onslaught of other similar messages later, the general consensus seems to be that Chansung has to be the culprit. Because he just isn’t as friendly with Nickhun. Or something equally as ridiculous. Understandably enough, Chansung begins to look decidedly harassed.
Dinner is, to put it mildly, a tense affair.
Taecyeon doesn’t think he’s ever seen the place this silent, not even when they first moved in together and barely knew each other. Jaebum looks annoyed as hell, though Chansung is giving him a run for his money, with his undiluted glowering. Taecyeon studiously avoids looking at Nickhun and the way he’s picking unenthusiastically at his food, for fear he might succumb to the temptation of falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness, if only so Nickhun would stop looking this forlorn.
It’s Chansung who finally breaks the silence.
“It’s not me,” he declares loudly, setting down his chopsticks with a bang. “Tell them, Nickhun!”
“Chansung -” Jaebum begins warningly.
“It’s not Chansung,” Nickhun says, and Chansung looks vindicated.
“I knew it wasn’t you,” Junsu says, clapping Chansung on the back, before recoiling from his glare. “What?”
---
A week later, the worst seems to be over. Nickhun is back to his old self, or so it seems. Taecyeon, however, can’t seem to shake the feeling that something big is coming.
It begins with Nickhun draping himself all over Wooyoung, who lets him, because, well, it’s Wooyoung.
Taecyeon is most definitely not watching, because it’s none of his business who Nickhun chooses to hang off of. None whatsoever.
It’s when he trips over a line for the second time during rehearsal that he begins to suspect that there just might be a problem. That, and his fearless leader trying to death-glare an explanation out of him.
To be fair, they’ve all heard it a dozen times before, Jaebum with his giving it our all and we need to fucking own this to be the best speech, so it isn’t a big deal that Taecyeon finds the sight of Nickhun and Wooyoung goofing around more fascinating. After all, it’s always the same speech; Jaebum isn’t known much for originality. He only realizes how dead he is when Jaebum somehow manages to loom, despite being at least a head shorter than he is.
“If this is about Nickhun,” Jaebum begins, following the direction of Taecyeon’s gaze, “then I suggest you fix it. I don’t care if he winked at you, threw you a bad pickup line, or gave you a fucking lap dance. I’ve had it up to here with you people acting like thirteen year old girls.”
Taecyeon is sure there’s an insult in there somewhere. “Um. Okay.”
“Good,” Jaebum snarls, and before Taecyeon really knows what’s going on Jaebum’s shoving both him and Nickhun into their dressing room and pulling the door shut.
“Don’t come out until you’ve made nice,” he says, and leaves.
Taecyeon is pretty sure he must have done some awful things in a previous life to deserve the hurt, half-reproachful way Nickhun is looking at him right now. “Look,” he tries desperately. “I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I didn’t mean to, I mean, I’m an idiot, okay? And -”
“Shut up now, please,” Nickhun says, quite clearly, and Taecyeon does, because Nickhun never asks anyone to shut up, and - oh. Oh.
“You did it on purpose,” Taecyeon manages, once Nickhun’s done kissing the life right out of him. Where the hell did he learn that? Nickhun looks genuinely puzzled.
“Did what?”
“The Wink,” Taecyeon says, “you knew,” and watches as Nickhun grins.
“Of course I knew.” This is possibly as close to looking devious as Nickhun can ever get, and even then he looks more adorably pleased with himself than anything else. “It worked, didn’t it? I was hoping it would, I -”
“Shut up,” Taecyeon says, and proceeds to do just that.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Taecyeon/Nickhun
A/N: Belated birthday fic for halcyon_morn. This is for you, bb, and I hope it's, er, okay, because I've never written 2PM fic, and it's been ages since I even wrote anything -FAILS AT LIFE- only for you, chris =P
It isn’t until Taecyeon’s on the receiving end of The Wink that he gets it.
“Oh,” he says. “I see,” he adds, after another half a minute, and then decides it’s best he closes his mouth now.
It’s a good thing Nickhun’s too embarrassed to be concerned about the effect his little demonstration’s had on his bandmate. He looks close to boring a hole in the wood, the way he’s staring at the floorboards. “You think I should stop doing it?”
“No! I mean, uh. Cameras. They love it. I mean, uh. Save it for the cameras. Right. Er.” Well. That was coherent.
“Okay,” Nickhun says, and damn does he have the eager-puppy-with-a-new-chew-toy look down pat.
“Um. Right,” Taecyeon manages, and flees.
---
Taecyeon tells Jaebum, mostly because he doesn’t know the Korean equivalent of a phrase succinct enough to sum up his sorry plight.
“I’m fucked,” he says, sinking onto the mattress with a dramatic sigh. Jaebum doesn’t even bother to feign interest. One of the perks of being leader is dealing with members confessing their misdemeanors to him (and expecting him to fix it, the bastards) almost daily. Lucky him.
“What did I say about walking around the place naked? You know they have cameras everywhere.”
Taecyeon throws a wadded up shirt at him. “One time. And it’s…it’s Nickhun.”
Jaebum does look up this time. “What did you do to him?”
“Nothing!” Taecyeon is more than affronted, to say the least. “He’s fine.”
“Oh.” Jaebum shrugs. “That’s okay, then.”
“You don’t understand! He,” Taecyeon braces himself, then forges ahead, “he, um. Winked at me.”
It’s as if Taecyeon’s just announced he wants to dress up in heels and fishnet stockings while belting out songs by the Wonder Girls. It’s clear Jaebum is seriously considering getting Taecyeon’s head checked. “He winks all the time, Taecyeon.”
Taecyeon, however, is now on a roll. It must be cathartic for him, Jaebum figures, having finally said it out loud. “I’m doomed. Doomed. What’s next, bunnies and flowers? Elton John?”
Jaebum really, really has no idea what the fuck he’s rambling on about. Elton John, however, does sound pretty nasty. “Um. Hey, man. I’m sure it’ll all work out.” He reaches out to pat Taecyeon on the arm awkwardly. “I’m here if you need to, you know. Hit something.”
“I feel like a dirty old ajumma,” Taecyeon says sadly.
Jaebum snorts. “You wish.”
---
Taecyeon’s Grand Plan to avoid Nickhun dies a sad, premature death, considering the fact that they share an apartment. His newly acquired habit of ducking out of sight whenever he spots Nickhun coming doesn’t, unfortunately, manage to go unnoticed, even with his best attempts at being stealthy. Not that Taecyeon can help being this visible. For the first time in his life he finds himself wishing he were just a little bit, well, smaller.
Things come to a head when Nickhun starts, for want of a better word, moping. And when Nickhun pouts, the fangirls notice. And when the fangirls notice, everything starts going to hell.
who’s making my khunnie oppa sad? tell me, oppa!!!
That, and an onslaught of other similar messages later, the general consensus seems to be that Chansung has to be the culprit. Because he just isn’t as friendly with Nickhun. Or something equally as ridiculous. Understandably enough, Chansung begins to look decidedly harassed.
Dinner is, to put it mildly, a tense affair.
Taecyeon doesn’t think he’s ever seen the place this silent, not even when they first moved in together and barely knew each other. Jaebum looks annoyed as hell, though Chansung is giving him a run for his money, with his undiluted glowering. Taecyeon studiously avoids looking at Nickhun and the way he’s picking unenthusiastically at his food, for fear he might succumb to the temptation of falling to his knees and begging for forgiveness, if only so Nickhun would stop looking this forlorn.
It’s Chansung who finally breaks the silence.
“It’s not me,” he declares loudly, setting down his chopsticks with a bang. “Tell them, Nickhun!”
“Chansung -” Jaebum begins warningly.
“It’s not Chansung,” Nickhun says, and Chansung looks vindicated.
“I knew it wasn’t you,” Junsu says, clapping Chansung on the back, before recoiling from his glare. “What?”
---
A week later, the worst seems to be over. Nickhun is back to his old self, or so it seems. Taecyeon, however, can’t seem to shake the feeling that something big is coming.
It begins with Nickhun draping himself all over Wooyoung, who lets him, because, well, it’s Wooyoung.
Taecyeon is most definitely not watching, because it’s none of his business who Nickhun chooses to hang off of. None whatsoever.
It’s when he trips over a line for the second time during rehearsal that he begins to suspect that there just might be a problem. That, and his fearless leader trying to death-glare an explanation out of him.
To be fair, they’ve all heard it a dozen times before, Jaebum with his giving it our all and we need to fucking own this to be the best speech, so it isn’t a big deal that Taecyeon finds the sight of Nickhun and Wooyoung goofing around more fascinating. After all, it’s always the same speech; Jaebum isn’t known much for originality. He only realizes how dead he is when Jaebum somehow manages to loom, despite being at least a head shorter than he is.
“If this is about Nickhun,” Jaebum begins, following the direction of Taecyeon’s gaze, “then I suggest you fix it. I don’t care if he winked at you, threw you a bad pickup line, or gave you a fucking lap dance. I’ve had it up to here with you people acting like thirteen year old girls.”
Taecyeon is sure there’s an insult in there somewhere. “Um. Okay.”
“Good,” Jaebum snarls, and before Taecyeon really knows what’s going on Jaebum’s shoving both him and Nickhun into their dressing room and pulling the door shut.
“Don’t come out until you’ve made nice,” he says, and leaves.
Taecyeon is pretty sure he must have done some awful things in a previous life to deserve the hurt, half-reproachful way Nickhun is looking at him right now. “Look,” he tries desperately. “I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I didn’t mean to, I mean, I’m an idiot, okay? And -”
“Shut up now, please,” Nickhun says, quite clearly, and Taecyeon does, because Nickhun never asks anyone to shut up, and - oh. Oh.
“You did it on purpose,” Taecyeon manages, once Nickhun’s done kissing the life right out of him. Where the hell did he learn that? Nickhun looks genuinely puzzled.
“Did what?”
“The Wink,” Taecyeon says, “you knew,” and watches as Nickhun grins.
“Of course I knew.” This is possibly as close to looking devious as Nickhun can ever get, and even then he looks more adorably pleased with himself than anything else. “It worked, didn’t it? I was hoping it would, I -”
“Shut up,” Taecyeon says, and proceeds to do just that.