A Fool's Holiday (6/?)
Title: A Fool's Holiday (6/?)
Author: cocobaby347
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG13?
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: There's been this huge influx of KhunYoung lately ^-^......and I totally abused italics and ellipses btw.
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When class was dismissed, Nichkhun sprung up from his seat and hightailed out the door. The last five minutes had been spent glancing feverishly at the clock, clutching the bag he had already packed ten minutes previous. He didn’t even wait to get his pencil back.
He started out jogging, but then broke into a full run as he headed to the Administrators’ office. Nichkhun prayed that the History Advisor would be available.
In a valiant display of stamina, he ran half a mile to the office, and up all four flights of stairs. Along the way, Nichkhun wondered how Wooyoung managed to inspire track star like qualities out of him. Maybe he should join the Olympics. Or at least the track team…damn he could have gotten a scholarship!
His heart and lungs felt like they were going to burst when he reached his destination, but he couldn’t stop, refused to stop. Not yet. He was on a mission.
Normally, Nichkhun would have knocked on the door and patiently waited for a response as any normal, polite, sane person would have done. Unfortunately, for the past month Nichkhun had slowly felt his sanity slipping away in wispy threads that spilled through his fingers like smoke as he tried to catch them. For a year, he had teetered perilously over the edge, barely keeping himself in check. But alas, it seems Valentine’s Day had made him snap.
Inwardly he asked himself why, oh why didn’t he listen to Jaebeom all that time ago. He should have just dealt with being a third wheel and gone out with him instead of staying at home by his lonesome. All of this could have been avoided.
Abruptly, Nichkhun swung open the wooden door, startling the lady sitting at the desk. It seemed as if she was in the middle of call when Nichkhun decided to make an entrance, but as soon as she got a good look at his distressed face she spoke slowly into the phone saying, “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to call you back later.”
Taking that as an invitation, Nichkhun made his way to one of the black, cushioned couch-chairs positioned in front of her desk, and collapsed onto it ungracefully.
“I-I need-to talk-immediately-!” Nichkhun wheezed out unevenly. In the back of his mind, Nichkhun couldn’t help but think of how Wooyoung was going to be the death of him. If he didn’t from a heart attack, he was going to die from jumping off of a bridge. He didn’t think he could live with this much stress.
“Oh dear, breathe for goodness’ sake!” The History Advisor said in a panicked tone. She honestly didn’t know whether or not Nichkhun had asthma, and didn’t feel like finding out the hard way.
She scrambled up from her desk to the water dispenser in the corner, and shoved a small paper cup of water in Nichkhun’s direction. He grabbed the disposable cup gratefully and threw back the water in the same way you would a shot of vodka. But it was only wishful thinking on his part.
“Look,” Nichkhun started after he managed to catch his breath. “I know I’ve already done this, but I really need to switch my history class again, I’m begging you.”
He remembered when he came here for the first time, and winked his way to victory. Older women had always held a soft spot for him. He hoped she would be as understanding as before, especially in his extremely dire situation.
“Nichkhun,” she explained as gently as she could, “Postponing a mandatory class one year was already…difficult. Two years is just too much; you need this prerequisite to continue on course with your academic plan.”
“I’m not even asking for that. All I need is to get switched to another class, that’s all. I mean, there’s scheduling conflicts with my major and there some things that would be so much easier for me to do now and you know how all that goes, plus the class is at a weird time, and just stuff-” Nichkhun rambled desperately. There had to be way to avoid him. THERE HAD TO BE.
“Okay, calm down. I’ll transfer you to a different time block, it’s no problem.” She reassured calmly. The last time they had a meeting he wasn’t even close to being this much of a wreck. She mentally shook her head sadly at the thought of what one year of college could do to somebody.
As his advisor began clicking and typing away at her desktop, Nichkhun closed his eyes, and tried to relax. It would all be over with a few clicks of a button. No worries. He did his best to gather up the unthreaded, tangled mess of his brain and sort through it. When all the dirt that had been kicked up while he wrangled with his sanity settled, he was going to need whatever had survived the ordeal left to deal with university life.
Hopefully his brain hadn’t completely died.
“Excuse me?” she said as she tried to get Nichkhun’s attention.
Nichkhun’s eyes blinked open and a small smile slowly pulled at his lips as he looked over the dark wood of the desk at the older woman sitting across from him. The smile was just as creepy as he didn’t want it to be.
“Yes?” He was the pinnacle of tranquility and peace.
“Well, it seems all the other classes are filled, dear.”
One tug.
“What?” The sound of shattering glass could be heard echoing in Nichkhun’s mind as his smile disappeared like a light being snuffed out.
“You had the only morning class and none of the afternoon classes have a vacant seat.”
Another tug.
“And like I said before, I can’t move you back another year.”
A stronger tug.
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.”
The final tug unraveled the fine strings of Nichkhun’s brain completely.
“…Are you okay?”
He nodded, and then proceeded to do something he never thought he would ever do.
Nichkhun, in that very spot, curled into a ball and began to sob.
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Nichkhun stared blankly at the ceiling as he lay on the chaise in the top left corner of the room. He didn’t know where he was or remember how he had gotten there, and he didn’t care to know. His mind was as blank as the padded room he was positive he was going to be sent off too.
“Nichkhun?”
Nichkhun turned his head slowly to right to observe his visitor and blinked once when he saw Taecyeon looking tacky as ever in the doorway. Something in his brain twitched at the overly matched colors, but died almost immediately.
“I heard you had a mental breakdown in the History Advisor’s office.”
Nichkhun continued to stare.
“So…you good?” Taecyeon shuffled his weight between his long legs and his eyes darted between Nichkhun’s blank face and the floor.
Nichkhun slowly turned his head back toward the ceiling.
“…Okay, then. Uh, you have a visitor so…I’m out.” He finished awkwardly. Taecyeon tried to run away but the “visitor” stopped him and muttered something that sounded like, “Where are you trying to dip off to; he’s your friend.”
“But this is just plain creepy!” Taecyeon hissed back, a frightened whine creeping into his voice.
Nichkhun hadn’t been paying attention to this exchange and continued his silent reverie on nothing. Absolutely nothing. Someone cleared their throat and Nichkhun snapped back to reality. He heard a few footsteps echo as the brave soul inched just past the doorway.
“Ehm…you kind of left your notes back in class. And you forgot your pencil, too.” he added laughing nervously. “But I guess you’re too…uh…busy…?” The voice trailed off uncertainly, obviously regretting the choice of being a good, fellow peer and returning the items to their owner.
“You were in such a rush you dropped your note…book…and…um…” Another spark ignited in Nichkhun’s brain, but this time it didn’t die down. He knew that voice, only just higher…
Nichkhun jolted as if he had been hit with a lightning bolt and jumped up from the chaise with his mouth agape. Wooyoung took a nervous step back and waved.
“…Hi?”
To put it simply, Nichkhun was offended. This…this boy had the nerve to walk up in his room right before he was locked up in a crazy home and pretend as if they were cool or something. As it wasn’t entirely his fault Nichkhun went off the deep end and into some weird ass shit storm that had just been waiting to happen since he strolled into that classroom with that adorable sophomore with those adorable chubby cheeks who just had to be a dancer-
Nichkhun didn’t realize that all of this wasn’t just his thoughts spiraling like a twister through his brain at 90mph, but that they were also words coming out of his mouth at 90mph in a dizzying mix of Thai, English, Korean, with little bits of Chinese thrown in there and-was that French?
Taecyeon and Wooyoung both stared at Nichkhun in shock and fear, not knowing whether to sedate him with guerilla tranquilizers, or to just run and hide.
“I think he’s possessed!” whimpered Taecyeon as he slowly began to back away. He was a bit quicker in making a choice.
Wooyoung on the other hand, was so stunned he could only stare. Part of him was in slight awe at the spectacle before him. No matter how crazy Nichkhun looked at this moment, he still managed to be attractive, somehow.
Huh.
Nichkhun might have carried on for hours if another voice hadn’t interrupted his ramblings.
“What in the fucking hell is going on in here?”
All heads turned toward the sound of the voice. Jaebeom was standing with his arms folded, looking as if he had just woken up. Taecyeon looked at Nichkhun, and back to Jaebeom and pointed at Nichkhun accusingly, yelling something about calling a priest for an exorcist. Wooyoung was now too busy with staring at Jaebeom with wide eyes to do anything.
“Taec, snap those giant, keyboard teeth of yours and get me a latte.”
Taecyeon stopped yelling long enough to stare at Jaebeom with a hurt expression. “You don’t have to be mean,” he started to protest, but Jaebeom cut him off when he snarled, “Now.”
Deciding his pride wasn’t worth any potential damage Jaebeom might cause him due to his cranky attitude, Taecyeon left to get a latte grumbling under his breath. After he was out of the way, Jaebeom walked past Wooyoung and up to Nichkhun. Wooyoung’s head swiveled to match his pace.
“So,” Jaebeom stood in front of Nichkhun and glared up at him. “Why was I woken up at 10:00AM when I don’t have any classes for another four hours?”
Nichkhun forgot about losing his sanity and concentrated on the fear of getting roundhouse kicked by Jaebeom. He had seen him do it before; he shuddered at the memory of the guy’s face afterwards.
Not knowing how to respond, because really, how do you tell someone that you had a breakdown and started bawling like a baby, Nichkhun only shifted his gaze elsewhere and pretended this confrontation wasn’t happening.
“Why is it, that in the past month,” Jaebeom practically growled, “I have had my day ruined by you twice?”
Nichkhun took an extreme interest in the patterns on the floor. If God had listened to any of his prayers to be a superhero when he was a kid, even though it would a little late, he would highly appreciate getting those powers any minute now. Having the ability to disappear would totally be useful.
Jaebeom took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face in exasperation. “Khun, you could at least tell me what’s going on before I lose my cool-”
“Um…” Wooyoung interrupted. “He had a, uh, nervous breakdown.”
Jaebeom turned around and noticed Wooyoung for the first time.
“Wooyoung, why are you here?” Jaebeom asked as he looked between the other two occupants of the room in surprise, too distracted by Wooyoung’s presence to take note of the “nervous breakdown” part. “How do you two know each other?”
Wooyoung and Nichkhun looked at each other and their eyes locked. Nichkhun froze and for a moment, he thought Wooyoung was going to say something about Valentine’s Day with the way he was looking at him.
“Class and…notes.” Wooyoung said meekly, holding up the notebook as an explanation when he shifted his eyes back to Jaebeom.
Nichkhun let out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding. He had to stop stressing over this; Wooyoung didn’t remember a thing. If he didn’t calm down, Nichkhun was pretty sure he was going to have a stroke.
“Kudos to you,” Jaebeom said as he patted Wooyoung on the back. “I would have left his shit behind.”
Nichkhun couldn’t help but notice how pleased Wooyoung looked at this. The phrase “hero worship” came to mind. But since it wasn’t his business, he decided to leave it alone…even though something about how happy Wooyoung looked at Jaebeom’s praise bugged him. Only a little bit. Really.
“Aren’t you even worried about the fact that your friend had a breakdown?” Nichkhun asked tersely. He was only annoyed because he was being ignored. Honestly.
“Give me a few more hours of sleep and I’ll see if I can feel something. No guarantees, though.” Jaebeom threw back at him. Wooyoung snickered.
Nichkhun harshly pointed a finger in his direction and said, “This has nothing to do with you.”
Alarmed by Nichkhun’s sudden exclamation, Wooyoung covered up half of his face with the notebook in unease. Nichkhun was caught off guard by how endearing he found that to be.
He really needed a drink. But then again, look what happened last time he tried to drown his distress in alcohol.
“…Are you okay?”
This time Nichkhun skipped the part where he nodded, and went straight to crying. It was at this moment that Taecyeon reentered the room.
He took one quick glimpse at Nichkhun and immediately turned around saying, “I’m guessing you want an extra shot of espresso, right, Jay?”
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Author: cocobaby347
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG13?
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: There's been this huge influx of KhunYoung lately ^-^......and I totally abused italics and ellipses btw.
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 7 | 8 [Unlocked] | 8.5 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 (part 1) | 12 (part 2) | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |
When class was dismissed, Nichkhun sprung up from his seat and hightailed out the door. The last five minutes had been spent glancing feverishly at the clock, clutching the bag he had already packed ten minutes previous. He didn’t even wait to get his pencil back.
He started out jogging, but then broke into a full run as he headed to the Administrators’ office. Nichkhun prayed that the History Advisor would be available.
In a valiant display of stamina, he ran half a mile to the office, and up all four flights of stairs. Along the way, Nichkhun wondered how Wooyoung managed to inspire track star like qualities out of him. Maybe he should join the Olympics. Or at least the track team…damn he could have gotten a scholarship!
His heart and lungs felt like they were going to burst when he reached his destination, but he couldn’t stop, refused to stop. Not yet. He was on a mission.
Normally, Nichkhun would have knocked on the door and patiently waited for a response as any normal, polite, sane person would have done. Unfortunately, for the past month Nichkhun had slowly felt his sanity slipping away in wispy threads that spilled through his fingers like smoke as he tried to catch them. For a year, he had teetered perilously over the edge, barely keeping himself in check. But alas, it seems Valentine’s Day had made him snap.
Inwardly he asked himself why, oh why didn’t he listen to Jaebeom all that time ago. He should have just dealt with being a third wheel and gone out with him instead of staying at home by his lonesome. All of this could have been avoided.
Abruptly, Nichkhun swung open the wooden door, startling the lady sitting at the desk. It seemed as if she was in the middle of call when Nichkhun decided to make an entrance, but as soon as she got a good look at his distressed face she spoke slowly into the phone saying, “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to call you back later.”
Taking that as an invitation, Nichkhun made his way to one of the black, cushioned couch-chairs positioned in front of her desk, and collapsed onto it ungracefully.
“I-I need-to talk-immediately-!” Nichkhun wheezed out unevenly. In the back of his mind, Nichkhun couldn’t help but think of how Wooyoung was going to be the death of him. If he didn’t from a heart attack, he was going to die from jumping off of a bridge. He didn’t think he could live with this much stress.
“Oh dear, breathe for goodness’ sake!” The History Advisor said in a panicked tone. She honestly didn’t know whether or not Nichkhun had asthma, and didn’t feel like finding out the hard way.
She scrambled up from her desk to the water dispenser in the corner, and shoved a small paper cup of water in Nichkhun’s direction. He grabbed the disposable cup gratefully and threw back the water in the same way you would a shot of vodka. But it was only wishful thinking on his part.
“Look,” Nichkhun started after he managed to catch his breath. “I know I’ve already done this, but I really need to switch my history class again, I’m begging you.”
He remembered when he came here for the first time, and winked his way to victory. Older women had always held a soft spot for him. He hoped she would be as understanding as before, especially in his extremely dire situation.
“Nichkhun,” she explained as gently as she could, “Postponing a mandatory class one year was already…difficult. Two years is just too much; you need this prerequisite to continue on course with your academic plan.”
“I’m not even asking for that. All I need is to get switched to another class, that’s all. I mean, there’s scheduling conflicts with my major and there some things that would be so much easier for me to do now and you know how all that goes, plus the class is at a weird time, and just stuff-” Nichkhun rambled desperately. There had to be way to avoid him. THERE HAD TO BE.
“Okay, calm down. I’ll transfer you to a different time block, it’s no problem.” She reassured calmly. The last time they had a meeting he wasn’t even close to being this much of a wreck. She mentally shook her head sadly at the thought of what one year of college could do to somebody.
As his advisor began clicking and typing away at her desktop, Nichkhun closed his eyes, and tried to relax. It would all be over with a few clicks of a button. No worries. He did his best to gather up the unthreaded, tangled mess of his brain and sort through it. When all the dirt that had been kicked up while he wrangled with his sanity settled, he was going to need whatever had survived the ordeal left to deal with university life.
Hopefully his brain hadn’t completely died.
“Excuse me?” she said as she tried to get Nichkhun’s attention.
Nichkhun’s eyes blinked open and a small smile slowly pulled at his lips as he looked over the dark wood of the desk at the older woman sitting across from him. The smile was just as creepy as he didn’t want it to be.
“Yes?” He was the pinnacle of tranquility and peace.
“Well, it seems all the other classes are filled, dear.”
One tug.
“What?” The sound of shattering glass could be heard echoing in Nichkhun’s mind as his smile disappeared like a light being snuffed out.
“You had the only morning class and none of the afternoon classes have a vacant seat.”
Another tug.
“And like I said before, I can’t move you back another year.”
A stronger tug.
“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.”
The final tug unraveled the fine strings of Nichkhun’s brain completely.
“…Are you okay?”
He nodded, and then proceeded to do something he never thought he would ever do.
Nichkhun, in that very spot, curled into a ball and began to sob.
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Nichkhun stared blankly at the ceiling as he lay on the chaise in the top left corner of the room. He didn’t know where he was or remember how he had gotten there, and he didn’t care to know. His mind was as blank as the padded room he was positive he was going to be sent off too.
“Nichkhun?”
Nichkhun turned his head slowly to right to observe his visitor and blinked once when he saw Taecyeon looking tacky as ever in the doorway. Something in his brain twitched at the overly matched colors, but died almost immediately.
“I heard you had a mental breakdown in the History Advisor’s office.”
Nichkhun continued to stare.
“So…you good?” Taecyeon shuffled his weight between his long legs and his eyes darted between Nichkhun’s blank face and the floor.
Nichkhun slowly turned his head back toward the ceiling.
“…Okay, then. Uh, you have a visitor so…I’m out.” He finished awkwardly. Taecyeon tried to run away but the “visitor” stopped him and muttered something that sounded like, “Where are you trying to dip off to; he’s your friend.”
“But this is just plain creepy!” Taecyeon hissed back, a frightened whine creeping into his voice.
Nichkhun hadn’t been paying attention to this exchange and continued his silent reverie on nothing. Absolutely nothing. Someone cleared their throat and Nichkhun snapped back to reality. He heard a few footsteps echo as the brave soul inched just past the doorway.
“Ehm…you kind of left your notes back in class. And you forgot your pencil, too.” he added laughing nervously. “But I guess you’re too…uh…busy…?” The voice trailed off uncertainly, obviously regretting the choice of being a good, fellow peer and returning the items to their owner.
“You were in such a rush you dropped your note…book…and…um…” Another spark ignited in Nichkhun’s brain, but this time it didn’t die down. He knew that voice, only just higher…
Nichkhun jolted as if he had been hit with a lightning bolt and jumped up from the chaise with his mouth agape. Wooyoung took a nervous step back and waved.
“…Hi?”
To put it simply, Nichkhun was offended. This…this boy had the nerve to walk up in his room right before he was locked up in a crazy home and pretend as if they were cool or something. As it wasn’t entirely his fault Nichkhun went off the deep end and into some weird ass shit storm that had just been waiting to happen since he strolled into that classroom with that adorable sophomore with those adorable chubby cheeks who just had to be a dancer-
Nichkhun didn’t realize that all of this wasn’t just his thoughts spiraling like a twister through his brain at 90mph, but that they were also words coming out of his mouth at 90mph in a dizzying mix of Thai, English, Korean, with little bits of Chinese thrown in there and-was that French?
Taecyeon and Wooyoung both stared at Nichkhun in shock and fear, not knowing whether to sedate him with guerilla tranquilizers, or to just run and hide.
“I think he’s possessed!” whimpered Taecyeon as he slowly began to back away. He was a bit quicker in making a choice.
Wooyoung on the other hand, was so stunned he could only stare. Part of him was in slight awe at the spectacle before him. No matter how crazy Nichkhun looked at this moment, he still managed to be attractive, somehow.
Huh.
Nichkhun might have carried on for hours if another voice hadn’t interrupted his ramblings.
“What in the fucking hell is going on in here?”
All heads turned toward the sound of the voice. Jaebeom was standing with his arms folded, looking as if he had just woken up. Taecyeon looked at Nichkhun, and back to Jaebeom and pointed at Nichkhun accusingly, yelling something about calling a priest for an exorcist. Wooyoung was now too busy with staring at Jaebeom with wide eyes to do anything.
“Taec, snap those giant, keyboard teeth of yours and get me a latte.”
Taecyeon stopped yelling long enough to stare at Jaebeom with a hurt expression. “You don’t have to be mean,” he started to protest, but Jaebeom cut him off when he snarled, “Now.”
Deciding his pride wasn’t worth any potential damage Jaebeom might cause him due to his cranky attitude, Taecyeon left to get a latte grumbling under his breath. After he was out of the way, Jaebeom walked past Wooyoung and up to Nichkhun. Wooyoung’s head swiveled to match his pace.
“So,” Jaebeom stood in front of Nichkhun and glared up at him. “Why was I woken up at 10:00AM when I don’t have any classes for another four hours?”
Nichkhun forgot about losing his sanity and concentrated on the fear of getting roundhouse kicked by Jaebeom. He had seen him do it before; he shuddered at the memory of the guy’s face afterwards.
Not knowing how to respond, because really, how do you tell someone that you had a breakdown and started bawling like a baby, Nichkhun only shifted his gaze elsewhere and pretended this confrontation wasn’t happening.
“Why is it, that in the past month,” Jaebeom practically growled, “I have had my day ruined by you twice?”
Nichkhun took an extreme interest in the patterns on the floor. If God had listened to any of his prayers to be a superhero when he was a kid, even though it would a little late, he would highly appreciate getting those powers any minute now. Having the ability to disappear would totally be useful.
Jaebeom took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face in exasperation. “Khun, you could at least tell me what’s going on before I lose my cool-”
“Um…” Wooyoung interrupted. “He had a, uh, nervous breakdown.”
Jaebeom turned around and noticed Wooyoung for the first time.
“Wooyoung, why are you here?” Jaebeom asked as he looked between the other two occupants of the room in surprise, too distracted by Wooyoung’s presence to take note of the “nervous breakdown” part. “How do you two know each other?”
Wooyoung and Nichkhun looked at each other and their eyes locked. Nichkhun froze and for a moment, he thought Wooyoung was going to say something about Valentine’s Day with the way he was looking at him.
“Class and…notes.” Wooyoung said meekly, holding up the notebook as an explanation when he shifted his eyes back to Jaebeom.
Nichkhun let out a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding. He had to stop stressing over this; Wooyoung didn’t remember a thing. If he didn’t calm down, Nichkhun was pretty sure he was going to have a stroke.
“Kudos to you,” Jaebeom said as he patted Wooyoung on the back. “I would have left his shit behind.”
Nichkhun couldn’t help but notice how pleased Wooyoung looked at this. The phrase “hero worship” came to mind. But since it wasn’t his business, he decided to leave it alone…even though something about how happy Wooyoung looked at Jaebeom’s praise bugged him. Only a little bit. Really.
“Aren’t you even worried about the fact that your friend had a breakdown?” Nichkhun asked tersely. He was only annoyed because he was being ignored. Honestly.
“Give me a few more hours of sleep and I’ll see if I can feel something. No guarantees, though.” Jaebeom threw back at him. Wooyoung snickered.
Nichkhun harshly pointed a finger in his direction and said, “This has nothing to do with you.”
Alarmed by Nichkhun’s sudden exclamation, Wooyoung covered up half of his face with the notebook in unease. Nichkhun was caught off guard by how endearing he found that to be.
He really needed a drink. But then again, look what happened last time he tried to drown his distress in alcohol.
“…Are you okay?”
This time Nichkhun skipped the part where he nodded, and went straight to crying. It was at this moment that Taecyeon reentered the room.
He took one quick glimpse at Nichkhun and immediately turned around saying, “I’m guessing you want an extra shot of espresso, right, Jay?”
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