A Fool's Holiday (3/?)
Title: A Fool's Holiday (3/?)
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG16?
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
Disclaimer: Obviously the only thing I own is the helium balloon floating in my room right now that I stole from some kid's birthday party.
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As soon as the pair crossed the threshold into Wooyoung’s room, Nichkhun whirled Wooyoung around and shoved him against the open door slamming it closed. He pulled away from Nichkhun’s lips to protest at how rough he was being, but stopped in the middle of his complaint when Nichkhun began kissing his neck in contrition. His lips pressed their way down Wooyoung’s neck until they met with the soft cotton of the white wife-beater he was wearing underneath his sweat jacket.
Nichkhun moved his hands from Wooyoung’s arms to his waist, rolled both his hoodie and shirt up over his stomach, and started sucking on the exposed skin there instead. He smirked when Wooyoung whined and wriggled around when he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
Wooyoung let Nichkhun taunt him with his teeth and tongue, but when he couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed a fistful of Nichkhun’s hair and wrenched him back up to eyelevel.
“Stop being a fucking tease.” Wooyoung commanded angrily, drawing a smile from said the “tease” in response.
With one hand, Nichkhun pinned Wooyoung’s wrists together above his head and slowly unzipped his hoodie with his teeth, trying not to laugh as the other boy struggled in his grip, whining again about Nichkhun being spiteful. After the two yellow flaps of fabric fell apart, he pushed the hoodie off of his shoulders, yanked the undershirt over Wooyoung’s head and tossed it somewhere to the side.
“Happy now?” Nichkhun breathed sultrily into Wooyoung’s ear.
“No,” Wooyoung said as he tried to keep his breath even and averted his eyes. Nichkhun slowly slid his hands down Wooyoung’s exposed sides and let them settle dangerously low on his hips.
“What about now?”
“N-No…” Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered closed and he bit his lip barely concealing a moan.
Nichkhun slipped his fingers through the belt loops in Wooyoung’s jeans, pulling his hips forward. At the same time, he pushed his own into Wooyoung’s waist. Their bodies were pressed flush against each other. This time, Wooyoung wasn’t able to hide the moan that seeped between his lips and blushed in embarrassment.
“So…?”
It took exactly three seconds for Wooyoung to reach up, weave his fingers in Nichkhun’s hair and say, “Oh God, yes,” right before he forcefully pulled Nichkhun back into another messy kiss.
They kissed until they ran out of breath. When they pulled away, Nichkhun glanced down at his wristwatch and saw that it was less than a quarter until midnight.
“Wooyoung?”
“Hm?”
Nichkhun pressed his lips right next to Wooyoung’s ear.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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Nichkhun woke up the next morning slightly nauseated, completely disoriented, and with a pounding headache. He groaned and ran a hand over his face, trying to recall what had happened the previous night and at the same time will away the sunbeams that were shining through his eyelids.
The persistent rays of light were making his headache worse and seemed all too damn joyful about it too. It was as if whenever Nichkhun was depressed, in pain, or just not in a good mood, the world had to bright, sunny, and all happy-like. He swore he even heard frolicking children somewhere. Nichkhun’s annoyance grew as he remembered that he had purposefully bought blinds to counter days like these, and had been specifically keeping them shut recently because of his declining mood. He bet Jaebeom had decided to open them up on the grounds of being a good “friend”. Bastard.
“Jay, I swear to God I’m going to-!” A tiny moan cut him off before he complete his threat. Nichkhun’s eyes popped open in confusion and he turned his head to the right to identify the noise. What he saw caused his mind to go blank. A young unidentifiable male was sleeping soundly next to him. A young unidentifiable male was sleeping soundly next to him.
When his brain began to function again, Nichkhun only thought one word.
Fuck.
Personally, he felt it summed up his predicament quite nicely. Especially after he realized that he wasn’t in his own bed, let alone his own apartment, he was naked, and it seemed The Unidentifiable Male was too.
Nichkhun was trying to think of a rational explanation to all of this. He knew he had it in him to come up with something-that is until he heard The Unidentifiable Male mumble something in his sleep. He couldn’t understand what he had said, but he had clearly heard his voice. As soon as he heard him speak, fragments of last night’s memory unveiled themselves.
More than images though, Nichkhun remembered sensations: a tongue running its way across his skin, gasping breathes begging for more, roaming hands that enticed heated desire wherever they touched, unmerciful nails biting into his back, and that voice keening pleasurably into his ear. He barely recollected anything from the previous night’s events, but it was still all too obvious what had happened.
In a flash, Nichkhun had jumped out of the bed and was quickly gathering up his clothes and throwing them on. His body was on autopilot until he stumbled out of the apartment complex and onto the street, where he realized he didn’t know where the hell he was.
FUCK.
Nichkhun looked at the street signs and thanked Jaysus when he saw his location was relatively close to his college campus and own apartment. Not even thinking everything through he ran into what he hoped was the right direction, relying exclusively on adrenaline to keep him going.
When he finally reached his own residence and burst through the door, the first thing he noticed was all the coats were missing from the coat rack. He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or worried that the other three weren’t home.
Nichkhun stood still for a moment to catch his breath and as he did, everything he had been running away from caught up to him at the same time. He had woken up next to a man he didn’t know, and may-or-may-not have fucked (and he was leaning more toward the “may”). His stomach dropped, and a wave of nausea washed over him. He ran to the bathroom and fell in front of the toilet barely making it in time.
He retched once and decided it wasn't a good thing his roommates weren’t there. He retched twice and decided it would be a good thing if he actually called one of them. He reached into his coat pocket, shakily pulled out his cell phone, and once again thanked Jaysus because Jaebeom insisted that he be first on his speed dial.
It hadn’t finished ringing once when Jaebeom picked up the phone yelling, “Where the hell are you Nichkhun, we’ve been calling you for hours!?” Nichkhun winced, pulling the phone away from his ear to prevent his head from exploding. “Now I have to call everyone else so they won’t go and report you as A MISSING PERSON! I swear when I get
back-!”
“Jay, don’t call anyone just…get over here now.”
Startled by the urgent tone in Nichkhun’s voice, Jaebeom quieted down at first, but then started to panic.
“Wait, what’s wrong? What happened? Do I need to-?”
“Jay, please shut up and come back home.” Nichkhun would have said more, but he felt another urge to hurl and dropped his phone so he could clutch onto the toilet with both hands.
When Jaebeom got back to their apartment, he found Nichkhun sprawled out on the bathroom floor completely still and he immediately assumed the worst. He ran over to him and started to shake Nichkhun violently.
“Khun! KHUN! Come on, don’t do this to me man, wake up! Don’t die on me Khun, DON’T DIE!”
Nichkhun woke up to Jaebeom yelling and jostling him around with a force that was starting to bring back all of his earlier symptoms from his hangover.
He groaned and Jaebeom stopped shaking him long enough to yank him up into a sitting position. Nichkhun wondered if it would be rude if he threw up in his face.
“Oh my God, don’t do that to me. I thought-I thought-” Jaebeom’s voice cracked and Nichkhun squinted at him. Were those were really tears in his friend’s eyes, or was he still intoxicated from the copious amounts of alcohol he had consumed the night before?
“Uh, Jay?”
Jaebeom wasn’t listening and was rambling on about something and Nichkhun couldn’t understand him and didn’t even try to because he only had so much brainpower to spare. Nichkhun didn’t know if he should wait for Jaebeom to finish his spiel or if he should cut him off and reassure Jay that he was okay. When it looked as if he was going to have a panic attack, Nichkhun opted for his second choice.
“Jay, I’m-”
“-and how was I supposed to tell Junsu that I had found you dead in our apartment-”
“-just calm down-”
“-Taec would have strangled me and they would hate me forever because it would have been my fault-”
“-there’s no reason for you to-”
“-I wouldn’t be able to live with myself and I would probably have to go to therapy and support groups and take meds-”
“JAY, CALM THE FUCK DOWN!”
Jaebeom clamped his mouth shut in surprise at Nichkhun’s sudden outburst. Nichkhun put one hand on his own head to ease the headache he had worsened from yelling and one hand on Jaebeom’s shoulder to ease his panic. He was confused as to why he was the one doing the comforting, but he honestly preferred it this way because he had a feeling Jaebeom wouldn’t take his little story as well as he would like him to.
“I’m not dead or dying, so calm down. Please, your panicking is starting to make me feel worse.”
“So you’re okay?”
“In a very broad interpretation of the word, yes.” Nichkhun replied impatiently. Honestly, for someone who was supposed to be older than him, Jaebeom was like a pubescent teenager who had a tendency to overreact while Nichkhun was the adult.
“If you’re okay, why the hell haven’t you answered your phone?” Jaebeom helped Nichkhun stand up and walk out of the bathroom, slightly annoyed he had freaked out over nothing.
“I…didn’t know you called.” Nichkhun answered back slowly. He hadn’t looked at his phone since he had been occupied with other things, and didn’t feel like trying to explain to his friend what exactly those other things were. He felt sick and tired, and the only thing he wanted to do right now was lay down and forget about everything. It was only a matter of time before Jaebeom asked him questions, but he wanted to wait until the very last moment to answer them.
“How could you not know we called? I know I personally rang you at least a thousand times.”
“Damn it, I don’t know, I’m too tired to think.”
“So where did you sleep?”
“At a bus stop.” Nichkhun replied irritably. It was clear to Jaebeom that Nichkhun wasn’t going to give him anything else, and he decided there wasn’t a point in trying to pester information out of Nichkhun when he wasn’t in the mood or condition to give it out.
Jaebeom sighed and allowed Nichkhun to go to his room, but as soon as his hangover subsided, he knew that Jaebeom wasn’t going to let this issue slide. Nichkhun wanted to spend some time thinking up a more elaborate story as to where he was last night, but as soon as he entered his non-sunlight infected room and his head hit his pillow, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him and he drifted off to sleep.
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