A Fool's Holiday (10/?)
Title: A Fool's Holiday (10/?)
Author: cocobaby347
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: ........School is sucking the life out of me, this is the resulting chapter of that.
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The first few weeks of school passed relatively quickly. During that time, a tentative “friendship” had formed between the two college students. Neither of them really knew what to call it, but since they couldn’t think of anything else to label it as, they became friends by default.
If Wooyoung and Nichkhun’s relationship was awkward, it definitely wasn’t something outsiders were made aware of. Most likely due to a (not so) silent agreement made by Wooyoung to “never speak of the horrible mistake” they made again. Obeying that simple rule was easy enough for the elder, as he didn’t really want to dwell on the issue either.
Because he definitely didn’t think of the moment passionné they shared every day when he woke up, while he took a (cold) shower in the morning, during the class they had together (and he certainly didn’t zone out and stare at Wooyoung the whole time), after lunch when the (not cute, not cute, absolutely not cute) boy was sucking and ravishing a frozen dessert of some kind (of course he didn’t think dirty, very inappropriate thoughts when it was vanilla and ever so slowly dripping down his chin), right before he went to bed, and he sure as hell didn’t dream about it like there was a movie theater in his head and that was the only film they showed (Every. Single. Night).
He didn’t wake up hot and bothered, either. That would just be weird, and they were (sort of) friends now and (sort of) friends (without benefits) didn’t do those sort of things.
…Goodness, he was such a creep.
Nichkhun leaned forward in his seat and redirected his attention to the instructor for the millionth time. Not that it mattered anyway; he couldn’t even begin to fathom what the man was talking about. The only thing he was worse at than Korean History was the Korean Language, and at this rate, it seemed like not even that would remain true. Due to his lack of prior education in this subject, it was a given he would struggle with the class, but it didn’t help that there was an omnipresent distraction worsening his already bad situation.
Granted, if he had actually read the assigned chapters like he was supposed to, he probably would have done better, but the diversion was still the driving force in his lack of success.
The “distraction” was currently absorbed in the lecture, sucking away on the tip of a pencil.
Why did Wooyoung have to do that? Oh no, he couldn't chew on pencils like normal people, he just had to suck on them, didn’t he? That kid had the weirdest habits, all of which bothered Nichkhun in ways he didn’t want to admit. How could he concentrate when he kept thinking of what Wooyoung could do with his tongue…?
And he always seemed to talk to Nichkhun right when he was starting to think something…bad.
“Hey, how’d you think you did on that test?”
Like right now.
Nichkhun jumped in his seat and out of his daydream. He glanced at the bottom of the lecture hall to see that class was over and the rest of his classmates were crowded around the teacher’s desk. He looked back to Wooyoung. Judging by his facial expression it seemed Wooyoung had asked a question, but Nichkhun hadn’t heard it as he was too busy fantasizing. So, he went with the default answer to unheard questions.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
A blank stare indicated that a “sure” did not make sense in this situation.
Damn it.
“I asked you what you thought about the test we took last class.”
The second he finished his sentence, Nichkhun cringed. The only good thing about being distracted by Wooyoung was that he had forgotten all about the fail that was their first test. But then again, Wooyoung was part of why he did so horribly in the first place. So, no. No there wasn’t anything good about it.
“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Wooyoung reassured Nichkhun as he neatly slid his notes into his bag, “Weren’t you like, the first person finished?”
Nichkhun sighed in defeat. He didn’t want to admit the reason he had finished so early was because he only knew a handful of answers. What was the point in staring at the questions he didn’t even have an ounce of knowledge on? At least he had an opportunity to catch up on lost sleep while everyone else finished their exam.
“You don’t understand,” Nichkhun explained. The desperate inflection in his voice caused Wooyoung to look up. “I completely bombed it.”
Nichkhun was rewarded with another blank face. This time it screamed, “Is that so?” as if Wooyoung didn’t believe he could possibly fail a test.
“Well, just charm yourself some extra credit,” Wooyoung grumbled when he finally looked away, “it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”
“Trust me; I’ve already entertained that thought.” Nichkhun closed his still unused notebook and sighed. “But I don’t think our professor would appreciate me trying to flirt my way to an A. Plus he is a male.”
Wooyoung snorted. “I’m pretty sure that’s not going to stop you.” He said it under his breath not intending for Nichkhun to hear what he said, but despite his wishes, Nichkhun heard. Quite clearly, in fact.
A discomfiting silence sprinkled on top of them. Nichkhun cleared his throat.
“Let’s just go get our tests.”
“Okay,” Wooyoung responded quietly.
They made their way down the set of steps and to the teacher’s desk, Wooyoung making a conscience effort to keep at least a three feet gap between them. Checking to see if he was following, Nichkhun looked over his shoulder to see Wooyoung shuffling along with his head down. Nichkhun rolled his eyes.
“This is so childish…”
Nichkhun paused for Wooyoung to shamble closer, and when he was within arm’s length, he reached out and took a hold of Wooyoung’s hand. The warmth from Nichkhun startled Wooyoung, and Nichkhun felt a trace of amusement and something else tickle his insides when the other boy’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed by the tiniest fraction of a bit. Sometimes he felt he should be worried by how much he found the other man adorable.
“Um.”
“You're walking too slow.”
Nichkhun virtually hauled Wooyoung the remaining distance to his indubitably failed test. In retrospect, his impatience didn’t really make sense considering he was rushing towards a guaranteed E…
…That is unless he just really wanted to hold a certain someone’s hand.
By the time they completely descended to the bottom, almost everybody had received their own test back and the professor was nowhere to be seen. A look of trepidation shadowed Nichkhun’s features when they stopped a few feet in front of the desk. At the last minute, he suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. In a few seconds, he was going to receive a failing grade. He squeezed Wooyoung’s hand tighter, who looked thoroughly embarrassed at the current situation, as he took the last few steps forward.
“Nichkhun?”
Nichkhun was looking at the only two turned over assessments left, one with his name scrawled on the back. “Yeah?”
“I kind of need my hand back to get my test.”
As if he had forgotten, he blinked and looked down at their joined hands.
“Oh. Sorry.”
The moment he let go, Wooyoung retracted his hand at lightning speed.
“It’s okay,” he said being sure not to meet Nichkhun’s eyes.
They both picked up their tests and turned them over.
They had completely opposite reactions.
Wooyoung jumped in the air so high he might have been a frog.
Nichkhun looked so depressed he might have been a…sad clown.
“Hell yes, I got a 91!” Wooyoung was giggling up a storm. In his excitement, he tossed his arm around Nichkhun’s neck in a careless hug, and for a few seconds he tightly pressed his body against him.
Nichkhun couldn’t think of a single thing he had done to earn it, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Slowly, Wooyoung pushed away, his eyes locked with Nichkhun’s. Nichkhun swallowed thickly, already missing the heat Wooyoung’s body had supplied. Warning signs flashed behind his eyes reminding him that they were in a public area and any of the wild urges he had were to NOT be indulged under any circumstance. Even if Wooyoung looked like he wanted to be kissed as much as Nichkhun wanted to kiss him, and his hand was still pressed over the back of his neck, caressing his nape.
“You never told me what you got,” Wooyoung whispered.
“Oh yeah, I-I forgot.”
Nichkhun pulled away completely, and looked down at the paper in his hands.
“…23%.”
“What!” Wooyoung laughed, recovered from the previous contact. “Oh my God you suck!”
“Thanks.”
Wooyoung laughed again and slapped him on the back.
“That’s what I’m here for.”
He bounced out the door still laughing about his fortune and Nichkhun’s horrible misfortune. Nichkhun shook his head, and followed after him, an orchestra of butterflies performing a symphony in his stomach.
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Author: cocobaby347
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung
Rating: PG-13
Summary: College AU. Two haters of Valentine's Day meet in a bar. (I suck at summaries. I know.)
A/N: ........School is sucking the life out of me, this is the resulting chapter of that.
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 [Unlocked] | 8.5 | 9 | 11 | 12 (part 1) | 12 (part 2) | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |
The first few weeks of school passed relatively quickly. During that time, a tentative “friendship” had formed between the two college students. Neither of them really knew what to call it, but since they couldn’t think of anything else to label it as, they became friends by default.
If Wooyoung and Nichkhun’s relationship was awkward, it definitely wasn’t something outsiders were made aware of. Most likely due to a (not so) silent agreement made by Wooyoung to “never speak of the horrible mistake” they made again. Obeying that simple rule was easy enough for the elder, as he didn’t really want to dwell on the issue either.
Because he definitely didn’t think of the moment passionné they shared every day when he woke up, while he took a (cold) shower in the morning, during the class they had together (and he certainly didn’t zone out and stare at Wooyoung the whole time), after lunch when the (not cute, not cute, absolutely not cute) boy was sucking and ravishing a frozen dessert of some kind (of course he didn’t think dirty, very inappropriate thoughts when it was vanilla and ever so slowly dripping down his chin), right before he went to bed, and he sure as hell didn’t dream about it like there was a movie theater in his head and that was the only film they showed (Every. Single. Night).
He didn’t wake up hot and bothered, either. That would just be weird, and they were (sort of) friends now and (sort of) friends (without benefits) didn’t do those sort of things.
…Goodness, he was such a creep.
Nichkhun leaned forward in his seat and redirected his attention to the instructor for the millionth time. Not that it mattered anyway; he couldn’t even begin to fathom what the man was talking about. The only thing he was worse at than Korean History was the Korean Language, and at this rate, it seemed like not even that would remain true. Due to his lack of prior education in this subject, it was a given he would struggle with the class, but it didn’t help that there was an omnipresent distraction worsening his already bad situation.
Granted, if he had actually read the assigned chapters like he was supposed to, he probably would have done better, but the diversion was still the driving force in his lack of success.
The “distraction” was currently absorbed in the lecture, sucking away on the tip of a pencil.
Why did Wooyoung have to do that? Oh no, he couldn't chew on pencils like normal people, he just had to suck on them, didn’t he? That kid had the weirdest habits, all of which bothered Nichkhun in ways he didn’t want to admit. How could he concentrate when he kept thinking of what Wooyoung could do with his tongue…?
And he always seemed to talk to Nichkhun right when he was starting to think something…bad.
“Hey, how’d you think you did on that test?”
Like right now.
Nichkhun jumped in his seat and out of his daydream. He glanced at the bottom of the lecture hall to see that class was over and the rest of his classmates were crowded around the teacher’s desk. He looked back to Wooyoung. Judging by his facial expression it seemed Wooyoung had asked a question, but Nichkhun hadn’t heard it as he was too busy fantasizing. So, he went with the default answer to unheard questions.
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
A blank stare indicated that a “sure” did not make sense in this situation.
Damn it.
“I asked you what you thought about the test we took last class.”
The second he finished his sentence, Nichkhun cringed. The only good thing about being distracted by Wooyoung was that he had forgotten all about the fail that was their first test. But then again, Wooyoung was part of why he did so horribly in the first place. So, no. No there wasn’t anything good about it.
“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Wooyoung reassured Nichkhun as he neatly slid his notes into his bag, “Weren’t you like, the first person finished?”
Nichkhun sighed in defeat. He didn’t want to admit the reason he had finished so early was because he only knew a handful of answers. What was the point in staring at the questions he didn’t even have an ounce of knowledge on? At least he had an opportunity to catch up on lost sleep while everyone else finished their exam.
“You don’t understand,” Nichkhun explained. The desperate inflection in his voice caused Wooyoung to look up. “I completely bombed it.”
Nichkhun was rewarded with another blank face. This time it screamed, “Is that so?” as if Wooyoung didn’t believe he could possibly fail a test.
“Well, just charm yourself some extra credit,” Wooyoung grumbled when he finally looked away, “it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”
“Trust me; I’ve already entertained that thought.” Nichkhun closed his still unused notebook and sighed. “But I don’t think our professor would appreciate me trying to flirt my way to an A. Plus he is a male.”
Wooyoung snorted. “I’m pretty sure that’s not going to stop you.” He said it under his breath not intending for Nichkhun to hear what he said, but despite his wishes, Nichkhun heard. Quite clearly, in fact.
A discomfiting silence sprinkled on top of them. Nichkhun cleared his throat.
“Let’s just go get our tests.”
“Okay,” Wooyoung responded quietly.
They made their way down the set of steps and to the teacher’s desk, Wooyoung making a conscience effort to keep at least a three feet gap between them. Checking to see if he was following, Nichkhun looked over his shoulder to see Wooyoung shuffling along with his head down. Nichkhun rolled his eyes.
“This is so childish…”
Nichkhun paused for Wooyoung to shamble closer, and when he was within arm’s length, he reached out and took a hold of Wooyoung’s hand. The warmth from Nichkhun startled Wooyoung, and Nichkhun felt a trace of amusement and something else tickle his insides when the other boy’s eyes widened and cheeks flushed by the tiniest fraction of a bit. Sometimes he felt he should be worried by how much he found the other man adorable.
“Um.”
“You're walking too slow.”
Nichkhun virtually hauled Wooyoung the remaining distance to his indubitably failed test. In retrospect, his impatience didn’t really make sense considering he was rushing towards a guaranteed E…
…That is unless he just really wanted to hold a certain someone’s hand.
By the time they completely descended to the bottom, almost everybody had received their own test back and the professor was nowhere to be seen. A look of trepidation shadowed Nichkhun’s features when they stopped a few feet in front of the desk. At the last minute, he suddenly realized the gravity of the situation. In a few seconds, he was going to receive a failing grade. He squeezed Wooyoung’s hand tighter, who looked thoroughly embarrassed at the current situation, as he took the last few steps forward.
“Nichkhun?”
Nichkhun was looking at the only two turned over assessments left, one with his name scrawled on the back. “Yeah?”
“I kind of need my hand back to get my test.”
As if he had forgotten, he blinked and looked down at their joined hands.
“Oh. Sorry.”
The moment he let go, Wooyoung retracted his hand at lightning speed.
“It’s okay,” he said being sure not to meet Nichkhun’s eyes.
They both picked up their tests and turned them over.
They had completely opposite reactions.
Wooyoung jumped in the air so high he might have been a frog.
Nichkhun looked so depressed he might have been a…sad clown.
“Hell yes, I got a 91!” Wooyoung was giggling up a storm. In his excitement, he tossed his arm around Nichkhun’s neck in a careless hug, and for a few seconds he tightly pressed his body against him.
Nichkhun couldn’t think of a single thing he had done to earn it, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Slowly, Wooyoung pushed away, his eyes locked with Nichkhun’s. Nichkhun swallowed thickly, already missing the heat Wooyoung’s body had supplied. Warning signs flashed behind his eyes reminding him that they were in a public area and any of the wild urges he had were to NOT be indulged under any circumstance. Even if Wooyoung looked like he wanted to be kissed as much as Nichkhun wanted to kiss him, and his hand was still pressed over the back of his neck, caressing his nape.
“You never told me what you got,” Wooyoung whispered.
“Oh yeah, I-I forgot.”
Nichkhun pulled away completely, and looked down at the paper in his hands.
“…23%.”
“What!” Wooyoung laughed, recovered from the previous contact. “Oh my God you suck!”
“Thanks.”
Wooyoung laughed again and slapped him on the back.
“That’s what I’m here for.”
He bounced out the door still laughing about his fortune and Nichkhun’s horrible misfortune. Nichkhun shook his head, and followed after him, an orchestra of butterflies performing a symphony in his stomach.
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