Guilty ; Wooyoung/Chansung
I stayed home today because I'm sick, and this happened. This began as Wooyoung/unknown 2PM member, but then somehow, the unknown 2PM member turned into Chansung. I suspect it's how Chansung has been growing on me recently ♥
Title: Guilty
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing(s): Wooyoung/Chansung
Word count: 332
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
Guilty
2PM | PG-13 | Wooyoung/Chansung
Wooyoung chews thoughtfully at the end of his pen, the sunlight spilling in from the open window ripples across his skin, warm and welcome. He scribbles some words onto the paper, and then cancels them out again.
He's not good at this, putting his feelings into words - or maybe he's just not good at handling feelings in general.
He sets the pen down and it nearly rolls off the edge of the table. He grabs it just in time and plants in firmly in front of him, giving it a warning look. It stays obediently on the table this time.
Chansung pokes his head into the room. "What're you doing?" he says. "We're leaving in a few minutes."
Wooyoung glances down at the piece of paper, decorated with messy scrawls and cancellations. "I'm coming," he says, standing up. He looks down again, and some of his cancellations are careless - he spots several words, easily noticed even after he's struck them out hastily: desire, fingers, breathless and then a name, the most incriminating evidence of all.
He's guilty of falling in love with a fellow member, will he be forgiven if he argues that it's a crime of passion? I wasn't in the right frame of mind - he's just too beautiful. I couldn't help it - against my better judgement, I fell in love with him. A beautiful mistake.
He panics a little, and grabs the paper from the table, balling it up in his fist violently.
Chansung, who's still standing at the door, shoots him an odd look but he doesn't say anything or ask any questions.
Wooyoung tightens his fists around the crushed paper for good measure and then stuffs it into his pocket. He'll throw it away later. For now, he walks towards Chansung who's still waiting, the early morning sunlight warm on his skin like a sudden burst of breath and a lingering kiss.
He follows Chansung out of the room, and when Chansung turns to smile at him, he thinks, potential, possibilities, and smiles back.
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE
Title: Guilty
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: 2PM
Pairing(s): Wooyoung/Chansung
Word count: 332
Disclaimer: This is only fiction.
Guilty
2PM | PG-13 | Wooyoung/Chansung
Wooyoung chews thoughtfully at the end of his pen, the sunlight spilling in from the open window ripples across his skin, warm and welcome. He scribbles some words onto the paper, and then cancels them out again.
He's not good at this, putting his feelings into words - or maybe he's just not good at handling feelings in general.
He sets the pen down and it nearly rolls off the edge of the table. He grabs it just in time and plants in firmly in front of him, giving it a warning look. It stays obediently on the table this time.
Chansung pokes his head into the room. "What're you doing?" he says. "We're leaving in a few minutes."
Wooyoung glances down at the piece of paper, decorated with messy scrawls and cancellations. "I'm coming," he says, standing up. He looks down again, and some of his cancellations are careless - he spots several words, easily noticed even after he's struck them out hastily: desire, fingers, breathless and then a name, the most incriminating evidence of all.
He's guilty of falling in love with a fellow member, will he be forgiven if he argues that it's a crime of passion? I wasn't in the right frame of mind - he's just too beautiful. I couldn't help it - against my better judgement, I fell in love with him. A beautiful mistake.
He panics a little, and grabs the paper from the table, balling it up in his fist violently.
Chansung, who's still standing at the door, shoots him an odd look but he doesn't say anything or ask any questions.
Wooyoung tightens his fists around the crushed paper for good measure and then stuffs it into his pocket. He'll throw it away later. For now, he walks towards Chansung who's still waiting, the early morning sunlight warm on his skin like a sudden burst of breath and a lingering kiss.
He follows Chansung out of the room, and when Chansung turns to smile at him, he thinks, potential, possibilities, and smiles back.
MASTERLIST OF FICS HERE