A Fool's Holiday (11/?)
Title: A Fool's Holiday (11/?)
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: Not even going to comment on the lateness on this one. I really really really really really suck. Horribly D': I'm so sorry!!!!!!!!
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“Dude, you got a 23? On the first test?” Jaebeom asked disbelievingly. He took a swig out of his water bottle and shook his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart, or something?”
Nichkhun frowned at Wooyoung from across the table who grinned in response. Someone didn’t know how to keep their mouth shut. It was lunchtime and all seven boys had gathered to eat lunch. After the first time, it only seemed logical for them to sit together for meals whenever they were in the dining hall at the same time.
“Has anyone told you that you don’t look threatening at all when you’re mad?” Wooyoung asked. “You look more like a…”
“Kicked puppy?” Jaebeom supplied. Wooyoung nodded and everybody else laughed. “Yeah, I tell him that all the time.”
“Come on, guys,” Junsu chided. “Give him a break, he just failed a test.”
“No offense,” Junho cut in, “But I really don’t know how. I mean, it was really easy. I got a 100%. And Chansung got an 86.”
“And I sleep during class.” Chansung reached over a grabbed a handful of fries off Junho’s tray.
“How does it feel to be upstaged by everyone who’s younger than you, Khun?” Taecyeon joked as he leaned into Jaebeom.
“You’re still on probation for almost killing me, Taec, don’t forget that.”
“Stop trippin’, Nichkhun,” Jaebeom said, wrapping an arm around Taecyeon’s large shoulders. “And stop taking your anger out on Taec. It’s not his fault you’re full of fail.”
Nichkhun wanted to tell the pair to get a room, but then he remembered that technically they did have a room, one that was right next to his, and that he would sleep a whole lot better if he didn’t imagine weird things going on in there. Before his thoughts could venture any farther into the Land of Weird, Chansung came up with a bright idea.
“Why don’t you get help, you know, have someone tutor you? Wooyoung could probably do it.”
“What?” Nichkhun and Wooyoung looked at each other in fear. Tutoring meant them being in a room together. Alone. Last time they were alone…
Wooyoung regretted spilling the beans on Nichkhun’s test score.
“I don’t know, he has dance and our schedules are just, you know-”
“Plus I need to find a new job and stuff-”
“You can clean the studio after practice,” Jaebeom suggested while he patted Taecyeon’s head. “Taec finally got a real job so he’s not doing it anymore.” Taecyeon beamed and didn’t notice when Chansung swiped his pudding cup.
Junho grabbed Wooyoung’s arm in a desperate plea. “It’s been so nasty in there since Taec-hyung left. He was really good at sweeping.”
Wooyoung admitted to himself that the dance studio was, in fact, quite nasty since no one had been cleaning lately. It used to be a tradition for the freshmen to do it, but Wooyoung heard that when Jaebeom was a sophomore, he had blackmailed the head of the Dance Department to let Taecyeon clean instead because he had a horrible job. What could have been worse than cleaning the entire studio every night was beyond Wooyoung, but he wasn’t going to question Taecyeon’s judgment.
And he really did need the money. His apartment was cheap, but he was still paying it by himself. In an effort to afford his rent, he cut down his budget for ice cream…
“When can I start?” he said immediately after that last thought.
“Right after you agree to tutor Nichkhun.” Jaebeom tossed the rest of his sandwich on Chansung’s tray. “Good suggestion by the way.”
“Thanks, hyung.” Offhandedly, Wooyoung wondered whether or not he was referring to the food or the compliment. Knowing Chansung, it was probably the food.
“Look, Jay, that’s not necessary-”
“You’re going to fail if you don’t get help,” Jaebeom spoke slowly as if he were talking to child. Or an idiot. “Normally, I would tell you to go to Student Services and get a tutor there, but last time…”
The four older boys winced in unison. Wooyoung thought he might have heard Jaebeom mutter something about a “crazy bitch” and Junsu agree with a “Sho ‘nuff, cuh.”
“I’d do it, but I don’t have the time between work and school.”
“I’d do it, but I don’t want to make you fail even worse.”
“I’d do it, but I’m working on this song right now and it’s finna be real bomb, yo.”
“So that leaves Woo,” Chansung concluded through a mouthful of Nichkhun’s chips.
“But hyung,” Wooyoung whined, “That’s blackmail and not fair.” Maybe Jay really did extort to get Taecyeon that job.
“Why is it that big of a deal?” Junho asked suspiciously. “You already see him pretty much every day; I don’t see why an hour or two more a week is so bad.”
Wooyoung froze and hoped Junho didn’t notice. Some things people don’t share with their friends, and why he had an aversion to Nichkhun was one of those things he did not want to explain to Junho.
“If-if you put it that way…”
“Then it’s settled!” Jaebeom exclaimed before Wooyoung could even finish his sentence.
Annoyed, Nichkhun sighed and shook his head. He knew he wasn’t going to get any say in this matter. Not with Jaebeom pulling the strings. Hesitantly, Nichkhun regarded Wooyoung to see him examining his lap and avoiding eye contact with anybody.
This was going to be one hell of an awkward study session.
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Nichkhun looked up from his textbook to Wooyoung, located all the way at the opposite end of the couch, who was seemingly absorbed in his own. The new tutor decided they should both read the new chapter at the same time, and seeing as Wooyoung read faster than Nichkhun, he would be ahead enough to answer any questions Nichkhun had along the way. Sure, Nichkhun didn’t know too much about tutoring, but Wooyoung’s method seemed...faulty at best. Not having a better idea, he kept his mouth shut.
Wooyoung turned to a new page. After counting to 20, Nichkhun did the same. He had tried to study, he really had, but since meeting Wooyoung, Nichkhun had found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
It had taken a few days, but they finally set up a schedule for the tutoring sessions. Stalling on both Nichkhun and Wooyoung’s part probably would have made the whole process take longer, but Jaebeom really wanted a new janitor.
When the two boys had strolled into Nichkhun’s apartment that afternoon, Nichkhun was determined to actually learn something that day. Despite the odds, it seemed that this would end up being a success. It wasn’t even…okay it was kind of awkward when they settled down on opposite ends of the couch, right in front the spot they had...well, yeah, but the awkwardness was at a manageable level.
Nichkhun should have known it wasn’t going to last.
The moment Wooyoung turned to him, smiled and said, “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.” Nichkhun thought of all the ways he could take advantage of that offer. All of them involving Wooyoung pinned against the arm of the couch he was leaning on, and none of them being something Nichkhun would want someone to walk in on.
When had Nichkhun turned into such a greasy pervert? It wasn’t like he’d been spending an abnormal amount of time around Taecyeon, or something, but when it came to Wooyoung his mind went straight to the gutter.
Desperately he prayed Wooyoung wouldn’t suddenly ask him a question about the material. Reading was a lot harder to do when you were thinking about sexually assaulting someone. Not to mention he had been losing sleep trying to avoid those little nightly visits.
Luckily for him, Nichkhun didn’t need to worry about that happening, because Wooyoung hadn’t been reading either.
He was way too nervous.
Not one word had wriggled between Nichkhun’s lips since they arrived at his apartment complex. The foreigner had only given Wooyoung weird looks when he spoke. Like the time Wooyoung offered his assistance in the beginning. You would have thought he just propositioned him for sex the way Nichkhun looked at him. This behavior unnerved him to no end. The last time Nichkhun acted all weird, Wooyoung had ended up on his knees with a mouth full of-
Recalling that memory caused him to inhale too quickly and sent him into a fit of coughing. And blushing, but he was pretending that was part of the coughing so it didn’t count. Even though technically it did. Wooyoung’s wheezing shook Nichkhun, who was starting to nod off, to attention. Worried, and confused by the randomness of it all, Nichkhun sprung up and rushed over, ready to aid if necessary.
“Are you okay?”
Wooyoung glared up at him and shook his head. “What-do-you-think!?”
A lung was about to dislodge itself from his chest cavity and somehow Nichkhun found it appropriate to ask if he was ok. What the Buck.
Nichkhun hovered helplessly until Wooyoung got a hold of himself and finally stopped coughing.
“…Would you like some water?”
“That offer would have been nice when I was freaking dying.”
Nichkhun gingerly sat down next to him. Choosing his words charily, he said, “I’m guessing an apology wouldn’t help very much.”
Wooyoung sighed and sank further into the couch. “I knew this was going to end up a shit day.” As an afterthought he added, “My throat burns.”
“You’re telling me,” Nichkhun groaned as he mimicked Wooyoung. “About your day not the throat bit.”
Wooyoung gave Nichkhun a perfunctory look and took note of his fatigued features.
“Do you want to take a break?” Wooyoung asked, his soft voice breaking the silence.
Instead of answering yes, Nichkhun flung his legs over the armrest and let his fall back into Wooyoung’s lap. As expected, Wooyoung let out a diminutive yelp and tried to roll Nichkhun’s head out of his lap. Nichkhun just reached up and clamped his hands over Wooyoung’s wrists to stop him.
“I’m not a pillow,” Wooyoung mumbled in defeat.
“I haven’t touched you all day, it’s the least you could do.” Nichkhun let go of Wooyoung and looked up to see his scandalized expression. Upsetting Wooyoung was a lot more fun than it should have been. Nichkhun grinned.
“What-you-I can’t believe-”
“You’ve stayed a minimum of five feet away from me,” an expounding tone filtered through Nichkhun’s voice. “Which has only made this that much more awkward. You could’ve at least tried to not be so obvious about it.”
“What do you expect me to do? If you hadn’t molested me, maybe I wouldn’t be avoiding you!” Wooyoung protested angrily.
“Molested implies it wasn’t mutual. I’m pretty sure you kissed me back.”
Wooyoung clamped his mouth shut and glowered.
“And I know I didn’t force your head down to-”
“OKAY!” Wooyoung forced his hands down over Nichkhun’s lips to quiet him. “First you wouldn’t talk at all and now you won’t shut up.”
Stifled laughter diffused through Wooyoung’s fingers while Nichkhun peeled his hands away from his face.
“Come one it’s just a joke, it’s a lot easier to handle if you don’t think about it so seriously.”
“Maybe for you.”
Joking about their sexual encounter didn’t make it any less weird, but it was easier to pretend he wasn’t affected in the ways he was. It was even weirder because of the whole drunken (supposed to be) one-night stand hanging over his head. For some reason, Nichkhun felt guilty about not telling Wooyoung. But how was he supposed to spring that on him? Just arbitrarily go and say, “Hey, I know you think we met in class, but apparently before that we met in a bar. Oh yeah, we probably had sex afterwards, but whatever!” Life would be ten times easier if Nichkhun just forgot about waking up in Wooyoung’s bed.
Nichkhun fell silent not knowing what to say. Wooyoung started to twist his fingers through Nichkhun’s hair.
“If you want to take a nap, go to sleep. You look really tired.” A tired sigh worked its way into Wooyoung’s suggestion signifying he probably wanted to do the same.
“No, I should stay awake.” Nichkhun said. “If I sleep now I won’t be able to later.”
Sleep had become something Nichkhun strived to avoid with a vehement passion. At first, he only had to deal with extremely frequent dreams pertaining to their exploration of fellatio. Those were bad enough, but recently the…intensity of these nighttime fantasies had increased way beyond what he could cope with. So intense were his dreams, Nichkhun decided he would rather be exhausted on a daily basis than have the need to wash his sheets on a daily basis. And being sexually deprived only made the situation worse.
The real reason as to why Nichkhun declined Wooyoung’s advice had nothing to do with worries of not sleeping at night. He didn't want to potentially do something stupid; say, moan Wooyoung’s name in his sleep. Things were already bad enough, waking up in Wooyoung’s lap with a stiffy would only serve to make it even more thorny between them. Not to mention how humiliating that would be.
“Are you sure? You seem really tired.” As if he didn’t get his point across Wooyoung continued, “Seriously, you look like poop-on-a-stick. Like straight up shit.”
“Thanks a lot. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”
Wooyoung shrugged. “Just saying.” The younger boy continued to play in Nichkhun’s hair and asked, “Why are you so tired, anyway? It’s obvious you haven’t been studying all night, or something. No offense.”
“Well I…” Nichkhun paused as he tried to come up with an excuse. He paused for a second too long and Wooyoung grew skeptical.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Wooyoung-”
“I’m serious, Nichkhun, you don’t…” Wooyoung faltered and started over. “Can’t you be completely honest for one day?”
Nichkhun heaved another sigh and closed his eyes, silently wishing he had taken up Wooyoung’s offer and gone to sleep; he could’ve just gone to his room and closed the door. “You. You’re my problem.”
Wooyoung’s body language chilled and he pulled his hands out of Nichkhun’s hair. “Last time you said that-”
“That was different.”
“How is it my fault?”
“Just you being you. It drives me crazy.”
“Wow, you really know how to make a boy feel special,” Wooyoung muttered irritably.
“Dammit, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun ground out as he sat up, “That’s not what I meant!”
“Then what do you mean?” Wooyoung yelled back.
“You’re invading every aspect of my life, even my dreams.” Nichkhun said, exasperated. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Still doesn’t answer my original fucking question.”
“Fine, you really want to know? Whenever I fall asleep, I imagine myself touching you and doing certain things that I know you would hit me for just because I thought about them.” Nichkhun stopped talking to look back at Wooyoung. The other boy had turned his head away to stare at the floor, a pink tinge about his face. Nichkhun’s stomach lurched uncomfortably and it took physical effort to not toss Wooyoung over his shoulder and move the boy to his room to have his way with him. That effort caused something inside of him to snap.
“You want me to be honest, Wooyoung?” Nichkhun slid closer until their legs touched. He tilted his body, and reached around to rest his hand on the arm of the couch, trapping Wooyoung in the corner of the cushions. “What turns me on the most is when I dream about fucking you and you’re screaming my name and begging me to thrust harder and faster-”
“Nichkhun, stop,” Wooyoung breathed out.
“Stop? You don’t want me to stop. You like it when I talk to you like this. It turns you on, just like the thought of me inside of you. Come on, Wooyoung, be honest,” he was mocking him and Wooyoung knew it, but he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move, couldn’t curse, couldn’t breathe. “Does that thought make you want to touch yourself?”
Wooyoung only turned redder as he tried to find his voice and will to push Nichkhun away. “Please, Nichkhun, just stop.”
“Make me,” Nichkhun mumbled while he pressed light kisses behind Wooyoung’s ear. “Push me away. But I know you won’t because you want this.”
When he didn’t say anything, Nichkhun reached up pressed his fingers against Wooyoung’s cheek to turn the boy’s face towards him. He refused to meet Nichkhun’s eyes and continued to stare at the floor. Words and phrases like “go away” and “I’ll clock you right now if you don’t quit this shit” were crawling from the back of his throat towards the tip of his tongue, valiantly trying to overcome the sudden paralysis that had befallen him so suddenly. They might have actually made it there hadn’t Nichkhun forced his way past Wooyoung’s lips and twisted his own tongue around Wooyoung’s, sweeping them away to become a tangled mess eaten away by acid in his stomach.
Kissing Nichkhun back wasn’t supposed to happen; neither was letting himself become melded with the couch or moaning when Nichkhun sucked his neck hard enough to leave a mark. But that seemed to be the story of Wooyoung’s life, especially when it came to a certain Thai bundle of sleaze and carbon. Hands were starting to roam, either teasing or being oddly considerate, and Wooyoung was starting to forget the reason why this wasn’t okay.
“Since you have difficulty in submitting to pleasure,” Nichkhun slipped his fingers between Wooyoung’s thighs and spread them apart, a sweet smile paradox his intentions hanging off his mouth, “I’ll make this easy for you.”
Taking two fingers, Nichkhun pressed them against the inside of Wooyoung’s thigh, two and a half inches from his knee. Slowly and firmly, he ran a trail up the seam in his jeans, causing Wooyoung to squirm. When he just about reached the junction of his legs, Nichkhun stopped.
“Just ask for it, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun said smoothly as he began to massage circles into the other boy’s thigh.
Wooyoung knew that Nichkhun wanted him to beg for it; he wouldn’t be able to claim innocence and say Nichkhun took advantage of him if he asked for it. And Nichkhun could tell that his volition was slipping.
Nichkhun started kissing his neck again, and moved his already dangerously placed hand even farther up.
“Stop pretending, Wooyoung.” Nichkhun smirked maliciously against Wooyoung’s flushed skin. Part of him felt as if he should have held at least a little guilt-Wooyoung was trembling-but something about having him so trapped, so cornered, so helpless was just so…erotic. “I already know you’re a little whore.”
Nichkhun felt Wooyoung’s entire body become rigid, and in the blink of an eye, he was in a stunned heap on the floor.
That must have struck a chord.
Being dumped on his ass helped jolt him out of his stupor, and Nichkhun felt a blanket of horror settle over him as he realized what he had been about to do. He felt even worse when he looked up to see Wooyoung stooped over with his face buried in his hands.
“Wooyoung…”
He didn’t respond.
Nichkhun tried again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“Yes you did.” Nichkhun could hear the strain in his voice even though his hands muffled it. Oh God, he wasn’t-he wasn’t about to cry was he? Wooyoung sniffed and Nichkhun felt a tiny bubble of panic float through his stomach. He didn’t want to make him cry!
Gingerly, he collected himself off the carpet and sat next to Wooyoung. Nichkhun touched his shoulder, but Wooyoung immediately jerked away from the contact.
“Listen-”
“I’m not really like that, you know.” Wooyoung said quietly, cutting him off a second time.
“I wasn’t being serious. Don’t worry about it, okay?” Nichkhun clarified. He didn’t think he could possibly feel even more like crap, but he was wrong.
“But you did, you said it yourself.” Wooyoung finally looked up at him with watery eyes and Nichkhun felt as if he had just kicked a baby panda in the face. “That day in the bathroom; when you said you wondered what I did in my spare time.”
Nichkhun warily placed a hand on the other boy’s knee. Wooyoung didn’t pull away from him this time. “I was being a jerk when I said that.”
“So?” Wooyoung snorted as he tried-and failed-to wipe his eyes discreetly. “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s a valid concern.”
This…was true. It would be a lie to say Nichkhun hadn’t wondered how Wooyoung-a male college sophomore-learned how to give head. And good head, at that. But how did one go about asking such a question?
“I’ve done some things I’m not proud of,” he sounded embarrassed and paused, carefully choosing his words. “Near the end of high school I became a little loose and eventually it got to a point where there wasn’t an upperclassman I hadn’t…been with.” His vague ending of the sentence piqued Nichkhun’s interest.
He cleared his throat. “Like…what exactly did you do?”
“That’s not the damn point!”
Nichkhun jumped back at his sudden exclamation and stuttered a quick apology.
“God, what is wrong with you?” Wooyoung started to look distressed again and Nichkhun could slowly see his eyes fill up with tears, again. “I mean, it’s like every time I talk to you, you just completely ruin it somehow and I’m kind of vulnerable right now if you hadn’t noticed and you’re such an asshole and how am I supposed to feel when I’m bearing my heart and-” he was starting to ramble on and his voice was cracking and if he cried Nichkhun was NOT going to know what to do.
“Hey, hey,” Nichkhun said, treating Wooyoung like an upset girlfriend. “I’m sorry, you’re right, I wasn’t being sensitive.”
Nichkhun gently rubbed circles into the Korean boy’s back until he stopped shaking.
“Damn straight,” Wooyoung sniffed, blinking away tears that weren’t manly since men didn’t show emotion because it was none of your fucking business.
“So what were you saying? About high school?”
Wooyoung sniffed again. “Well, I guess I wanted to rebel against my dad and the worst thing I could think of at the time was to kiss a boy. And from there I started kissing everybody.” Wooyoung’s eyes slipped closed. “I should have keyed his car like a normal teenager.”
“People have different ways of expressing themselves, if yours was frenching a guy, so what?”
“What do you mean, ‘so what’? Are you like, you know, down with that?”
Nervously, Nichkhun looked away from his stare. “No, but you…?”
“No!” Wooyoung answered immediately. “Like I said I…do both. I’m sort of floating in the middle. But you kissed me. And stuff.”
“Well that. Um,” Nichkhun coughed awkwardly, “You were my first. My first guy, I mean.”
“Oh. You were really calm about it. I thought you would have, you know, freaked out. Or something.” Wooyoung looked down at the floor.
The first time they met and did whatever they did (because technically Nichkhun still didn’t know what they did do and he wasn’t going to put a label on an unknown action because he was still hoping they somehow ended up doing the bare minimum in accordance to what he remembered), Nichkhun actually did freak out afterwards. He flipped a very ginormous shit. But of course, Wooyoung couldn’t know about that.
“I guess I didn’t really think about it.” Nichkhun shrugged, playing it off. He just needed to change the subject. “Did that happen to you?”
“No, not really, I planned on it, after all.” Uncertainly, Wooyoung began kicking at the carpet. “I was running around with a bunch of different people, anyway, so the shock never really set in. I kept getting worse and worse, and I never had a moment to freak out.”
A scared rabbit on the verge of bolting away to hide in some burrow would have exuded more confidence than Wooyoung at this moment. This was obviously something he rarely talked about, it could have been the first time, and it was something that made Wooyoung incredibly delicate. Nichkhun examined his nervous form, and wondered how long it was before he pushed the wrong button and the young sophomore flew out the room.
“How bad were you?” Nichkhun bent his head to try to meet Wooyoung’s eyes, but he refused to look at anything but his feet.
“Really bad.”
“Like, ‘Call this number for a good time’ bad?”
Meekly, he laughed. “Pretty much. Though I hardly needed to do that, it was almost universally known that I messed around with a bunch of different people. But I’m not like that anymore. Right after I graduated from high school, I realized I needed to stop. I was good for my entire freshman year,” Wooyoung stopped then said, “Well, almost.”
“Why ‘almost’?”
“Well, um,” Wooyoung stuttered, “I-I messed around with somebody right before the end of freshman year. But I was wasted!”
Trying not to seem obvious, Nichkhun said, “Uh, yeah that could’ve happened to anyone. Ahem.”
“Either than that, I was good until you showed up. Ruined my whole purity thing.”
While Nichkhun did feel bad about ruining his (about) yearlong streak, it was kind of Wooyoung’s fault. Going from constantly getting some, to not getting any at all, was hard for even the strongest person. Nichkhun understood that extremely well. No wonder Wooyoung had been so susceptible to his advances. He was in the same sexually deprived boat as Nichkhun.
“But before that you were basically the class whore?”
Wooyoung snapped his head up to glare at Nichkhun.
“That’s not-!” Wooyoung checked himself and stopped before he said anything he would regret later. Carefully, he eyed Nichkhun. “If I tell you something you have to promise not to laugh.”
Nichkhun raised an eyebrow, but otherwise nodded in agreement.
“I’ve didn’t actually-I mean I never, um-I’m still sort of-” Wooyoung stumbled with his words, trying to find the best way to what he wanted. “Technically, I haven’t…I haven’t had sex before.”
The room was silent for a whole thirty-two seconds while Nichkhun processed this information. Wooyoung made it sound like he was the next step down from a sex worker, and now he’s saying…?
“So you really are a virgin?”
Wooyoung nodded, making sure to avoid his gaze again.
Silence.
And then laughter.
Lots and LOTS of high-pitched guffawing.
“A-Are you serious!?”
“Nichkhun-”
“Come on now!” Nichkhun was doubled over, barely keeping himself from rolling on the floor. “HA! You’re in college and-and-! A VIRGIN!”
“It’s not funny, you ass!”
And Nichkhun stopped mid-LMFAO-ing. Because it wasn’t funny. Because Wooyoung was a virgin. Or at least he thought he was, and only if Nichkhun really didn’t drunkenly screw him on Valentine’s Day. Which he was almost 90% sure he did.
“I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t laugh. It’s not that big of a deal.” That’s right, just sex. Nothing serious. Losing your virginity wasn’t all that important anyw-
“But it is,” Wooyoung sounded clearly troubled. “That’s pretty much the one thing I haven’t done. For me, someone who did everything with everybody-it’s special.”
And then Nichkhun got pistol-whipped by his conscience.
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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: Not even going to comment on the lateness on this one. I really really really really really suck. Horribly D': I'm so sorry!!!!!!!!
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“Dude, you got a 23? On the first test?” Jaebeom asked disbelievingly. He took a swig out of his water bottle and shook his head. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart, or something?”
Nichkhun frowned at Wooyoung from across the table who grinned in response. Someone didn’t know how to keep their mouth shut. It was lunchtime and all seven boys had gathered to eat lunch. After the first time, it only seemed logical for them to sit together for meals whenever they were in the dining hall at the same time.
“Has anyone told you that you don’t look threatening at all when you’re mad?” Wooyoung asked. “You look more like a…”
“Kicked puppy?” Jaebeom supplied. Wooyoung nodded and everybody else laughed. “Yeah, I tell him that all the time.”
“Come on, guys,” Junsu chided. “Give him a break, he just failed a test.”
“No offense,” Junho cut in, “But I really don’t know how. I mean, it was really easy. I got a 100%. And Chansung got an 86.”
“And I sleep during class.” Chansung reached over a grabbed a handful of fries off Junho’s tray.
“How does it feel to be upstaged by everyone who’s younger than you, Khun?” Taecyeon joked as he leaned into Jaebeom.
“You’re still on probation for almost killing me, Taec, don’t forget that.”
“Stop trippin’, Nichkhun,” Jaebeom said, wrapping an arm around Taecyeon’s large shoulders. “And stop taking your anger out on Taec. It’s not his fault you’re full of fail.”
Nichkhun wanted to tell the pair to get a room, but then he remembered that technically they did have a room, one that was right next to his, and that he would sleep a whole lot better if he didn’t imagine weird things going on in there. Before his thoughts could venture any farther into the Land of Weird, Chansung came up with a bright idea.
“Why don’t you get help, you know, have someone tutor you? Wooyoung could probably do it.”
“What?” Nichkhun and Wooyoung looked at each other in fear. Tutoring meant them being in a room together. Alone. Last time they were alone…
Wooyoung regretted spilling the beans on Nichkhun’s test score.
“I don’t know, he has dance and our schedules are just, you know-”
“Plus I need to find a new job and stuff-”
“You can clean the studio after practice,” Jaebeom suggested while he patted Taecyeon’s head. “Taec finally got a real job so he’s not doing it anymore.” Taecyeon beamed and didn’t notice when Chansung swiped his pudding cup.
Junho grabbed Wooyoung’s arm in a desperate plea. “It’s been so nasty in there since Taec-hyung left. He was really good at sweeping.”
Wooyoung admitted to himself that the dance studio was, in fact, quite nasty since no one had been cleaning lately. It used to be a tradition for the freshmen to do it, but Wooyoung heard that when Jaebeom was a sophomore, he had blackmailed the head of the Dance Department to let Taecyeon clean instead because he had a horrible job. What could have been worse than cleaning the entire studio every night was beyond Wooyoung, but he wasn’t going to question Taecyeon’s judgment.
And he really did need the money. His apartment was cheap, but he was still paying it by himself. In an effort to afford his rent, he cut down his budget for ice cream…
“When can I start?” he said immediately after that last thought.
“Right after you agree to tutor Nichkhun.” Jaebeom tossed the rest of his sandwich on Chansung’s tray. “Good suggestion by the way.”
“Thanks, hyung.” Offhandedly, Wooyoung wondered whether or not he was referring to the food or the compliment. Knowing Chansung, it was probably the food.
“Look, Jay, that’s not necessary-”
“You’re going to fail if you don’t get help,” Jaebeom spoke slowly as if he were talking to child. Or an idiot. “Normally, I would tell you to go to Student Services and get a tutor there, but last time…”
The four older boys winced in unison. Wooyoung thought he might have heard Jaebeom mutter something about a “crazy bitch” and Junsu agree with a “Sho ‘nuff, cuh.”
“I’d do it, but I don’t have the time between work and school.”
“I’d do it, but I don’t want to make you fail even worse.”
“I’d do it, but I’m working on this song right now and it’s finna be real bomb, yo.”
“So that leaves Woo,” Chansung concluded through a mouthful of Nichkhun’s chips.
“But hyung,” Wooyoung whined, “That’s blackmail and not fair.” Maybe Jay really did extort to get Taecyeon that job.
“Why is it that big of a deal?” Junho asked suspiciously. “You already see him pretty much every day; I don’t see why an hour or two more a week is so bad.”
Wooyoung froze and hoped Junho didn’t notice. Some things people don’t share with their friends, and why he had an aversion to Nichkhun was one of those things he did not want to explain to Junho.
“If-if you put it that way…”
“Then it’s settled!” Jaebeom exclaimed before Wooyoung could even finish his sentence.
Annoyed, Nichkhun sighed and shook his head. He knew he wasn’t going to get any say in this matter. Not with Jaebeom pulling the strings. Hesitantly, Nichkhun regarded Wooyoung to see him examining his lap and avoiding eye contact with anybody.
This was going to be one hell of an awkward study session.
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Nichkhun looked up from his textbook to Wooyoung, located all the way at the opposite end of the couch, who was seemingly absorbed in his own. The new tutor decided they should both read the new chapter at the same time, and seeing as Wooyoung read faster than Nichkhun, he would be ahead enough to answer any questions Nichkhun had along the way. Sure, Nichkhun didn’t know too much about tutoring, but Wooyoung’s method seemed...faulty at best. Not having a better idea, he kept his mouth shut.
Wooyoung turned to a new page. After counting to 20, Nichkhun did the same. He had tried to study, he really had, but since meeting Wooyoung, Nichkhun had found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
It had taken a few days, but they finally set up a schedule for the tutoring sessions. Stalling on both Nichkhun and Wooyoung’s part probably would have made the whole process take longer, but Jaebeom really wanted a new janitor.
When the two boys had strolled into Nichkhun’s apartment that afternoon, Nichkhun was determined to actually learn something that day. Despite the odds, it seemed that this would end up being a success. It wasn’t even…okay it was kind of awkward when they settled down on opposite ends of the couch, right in front the spot they had...well, yeah, but the awkwardness was at a manageable level.
Nichkhun should have known it wasn’t going to last.
The moment Wooyoung turned to him, smiled and said, “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.” Nichkhun thought of all the ways he could take advantage of that offer. All of them involving Wooyoung pinned against the arm of the couch he was leaning on, and none of them being something Nichkhun would want someone to walk in on.
When had Nichkhun turned into such a greasy pervert? It wasn’t like he’d been spending an abnormal amount of time around Taecyeon, or something, but when it came to Wooyoung his mind went straight to the gutter.
Desperately he prayed Wooyoung wouldn’t suddenly ask him a question about the material. Reading was a lot harder to do when you were thinking about sexually assaulting someone. Not to mention he had been losing sleep trying to avoid those little nightly visits.
Luckily for him, Nichkhun didn’t need to worry about that happening, because Wooyoung hadn’t been reading either.
He was way too nervous.
Not one word had wriggled between Nichkhun’s lips since they arrived at his apartment complex. The foreigner had only given Wooyoung weird looks when he spoke. Like the time Wooyoung offered his assistance in the beginning. You would have thought he just propositioned him for sex the way Nichkhun looked at him. This behavior unnerved him to no end. The last time Nichkhun acted all weird, Wooyoung had ended up on his knees with a mouth full of-
Recalling that memory caused him to inhale too quickly and sent him into a fit of coughing. And blushing, but he was pretending that was part of the coughing so it didn’t count. Even though technically it did. Wooyoung’s wheezing shook Nichkhun, who was starting to nod off, to attention. Worried, and confused by the randomness of it all, Nichkhun sprung up and rushed over, ready to aid if necessary.
“Are you okay?”
Wooyoung glared up at him and shook his head. “What-do-you-think!?”
A lung was about to dislodge itself from his chest cavity and somehow Nichkhun found it appropriate to ask if he was ok. What the Buck.
Nichkhun hovered helplessly until Wooyoung got a hold of himself and finally stopped coughing.
“…Would you like some water?”
“That offer would have been nice when I was freaking dying.”
Nichkhun gingerly sat down next to him. Choosing his words charily, he said, “I’m guessing an apology wouldn’t help very much.”
Wooyoung sighed and sank further into the couch. “I knew this was going to end up a shit day.” As an afterthought he added, “My throat burns.”
“You’re telling me,” Nichkhun groaned as he mimicked Wooyoung. “About your day not the throat bit.”
Wooyoung gave Nichkhun a perfunctory look and took note of his fatigued features.
“Do you want to take a break?” Wooyoung asked, his soft voice breaking the silence.
Instead of answering yes, Nichkhun flung his legs over the armrest and let his fall back into Wooyoung’s lap. As expected, Wooyoung let out a diminutive yelp and tried to roll Nichkhun’s head out of his lap. Nichkhun just reached up and clamped his hands over Wooyoung’s wrists to stop him.
“I’m not a pillow,” Wooyoung mumbled in defeat.
“I haven’t touched you all day, it’s the least you could do.” Nichkhun let go of Wooyoung and looked up to see his scandalized expression. Upsetting Wooyoung was a lot more fun than it should have been. Nichkhun grinned.
“What-you-I can’t believe-”
“You’ve stayed a minimum of five feet away from me,” an expounding tone filtered through Nichkhun’s voice. “Which has only made this that much more awkward. You could’ve at least tried to not be so obvious about it.”
“What do you expect me to do? If you hadn’t molested me, maybe I wouldn’t be avoiding you!” Wooyoung protested angrily.
“Molested implies it wasn’t mutual. I’m pretty sure you kissed me back.”
Wooyoung clamped his mouth shut and glowered.
“And I know I didn’t force your head down to-”
“OKAY!” Wooyoung forced his hands down over Nichkhun’s lips to quiet him. “First you wouldn’t talk at all and now you won’t shut up.”
Stifled laughter diffused through Wooyoung’s fingers while Nichkhun peeled his hands away from his face.
“Come one it’s just a joke, it’s a lot easier to handle if you don’t think about it so seriously.”
“Maybe for you.”
Joking about their sexual encounter didn’t make it any less weird, but it was easier to pretend he wasn’t affected in the ways he was. It was even weirder because of the whole drunken (supposed to be) one-night stand hanging over his head. For some reason, Nichkhun felt guilty about not telling Wooyoung. But how was he supposed to spring that on him? Just arbitrarily go and say, “Hey, I know you think we met in class, but apparently before that we met in a bar. Oh yeah, we probably had sex afterwards, but whatever!” Life would be ten times easier if Nichkhun just forgot about waking up in Wooyoung’s bed.
Nichkhun fell silent not knowing what to say. Wooyoung started to twist his fingers through Nichkhun’s hair.
“If you want to take a nap, go to sleep. You look really tired.” A tired sigh worked its way into Wooyoung’s suggestion signifying he probably wanted to do the same.
“No, I should stay awake.” Nichkhun said. “If I sleep now I won’t be able to later.”
Sleep had become something Nichkhun strived to avoid with a vehement passion. At first, he only had to deal with extremely frequent dreams pertaining to their exploration of fellatio. Those were bad enough, but recently the…intensity of these nighttime fantasies had increased way beyond what he could cope with. So intense were his dreams, Nichkhun decided he would rather be exhausted on a daily basis than have the need to wash his sheets on a daily basis. And being sexually deprived only made the situation worse.
The real reason as to why Nichkhun declined Wooyoung’s advice had nothing to do with worries of not sleeping at night. He didn't want to potentially do something stupid; say, moan Wooyoung’s name in his sleep. Things were already bad enough, waking up in Wooyoung’s lap with a stiffy would only serve to make it even more thorny between them. Not to mention how humiliating that would be.
“Are you sure? You seem really tired.” As if he didn’t get his point across Wooyoung continued, “Seriously, you look like poop-on-a-stick. Like straight up shit.”
“Thanks a lot. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.”
Wooyoung shrugged. “Just saying.” The younger boy continued to play in Nichkhun’s hair and asked, “Why are you so tired, anyway? It’s obvious you haven’t been studying all night, or something. No offense.”
“Well I…” Nichkhun paused as he tried to come up with an excuse. He paused for a second too long and Wooyoung grew skeptical.
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Wooyoung-”
“I’m serious, Nichkhun, you don’t…” Wooyoung faltered and started over. “Can’t you be completely honest for one day?”
Nichkhun heaved another sigh and closed his eyes, silently wishing he had taken up Wooyoung’s offer and gone to sleep; he could’ve just gone to his room and closed the door. “You. You’re my problem.”
Wooyoung’s body language chilled and he pulled his hands out of Nichkhun’s hair. “Last time you said that-”
“That was different.”
“How is it my fault?”
“Just you being you. It drives me crazy.”
“Wow, you really know how to make a boy feel special,” Wooyoung muttered irritably.
“Dammit, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun ground out as he sat up, “That’s not what I meant!”
“Then what do you mean?” Wooyoung yelled back.
“You’re invading every aspect of my life, even my dreams.” Nichkhun said, exasperated. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Still doesn’t answer my original fucking question.”
“Fine, you really want to know? Whenever I fall asleep, I imagine myself touching you and doing certain things that I know you would hit me for just because I thought about them.” Nichkhun stopped talking to look back at Wooyoung. The other boy had turned his head away to stare at the floor, a pink tinge about his face. Nichkhun’s stomach lurched uncomfortably and it took physical effort to not toss Wooyoung over his shoulder and move the boy to his room to have his way with him. That effort caused something inside of him to snap.
“You want me to be honest, Wooyoung?” Nichkhun slid closer until their legs touched. He tilted his body, and reached around to rest his hand on the arm of the couch, trapping Wooyoung in the corner of the cushions. “What turns me on the most is when I dream about fucking you and you’re screaming my name and begging me to thrust harder and faster-”
“Nichkhun, stop,” Wooyoung breathed out.
“Stop? You don’t want me to stop. You like it when I talk to you like this. It turns you on, just like the thought of me inside of you. Come on, Wooyoung, be honest,” he was mocking him and Wooyoung knew it, but he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move, couldn’t curse, couldn’t breathe. “Does that thought make you want to touch yourself?”
Wooyoung only turned redder as he tried to find his voice and will to push Nichkhun away. “Please, Nichkhun, just stop.”
“Make me,” Nichkhun mumbled while he pressed light kisses behind Wooyoung’s ear. “Push me away. But I know you won’t because you want this.”
When he didn’t say anything, Nichkhun reached up pressed his fingers against Wooyoung’s cheek to turn the boy’s face towards him. He refused to meet Nichkhun’s eyes and continued to stare at the floor. Words and phrases like “go away” and “I’ll clock you right now if you don’t quit this shit” were crawling from the back of his throat towards the tip of his tongue, valiantly trying to overcome the sudden paralysis that had befallen him so suddenly. They might have actually made it there hadn’t Nichkhun forced his way past Wooyoung’s lips and twisted his own tongue around Wooyoung’s, sweeping them away to become a tangled mess eaten away by acid in his stomach.
Kissing Nichkhun back wasn’t supposed to happen; neither was letting himself become melded with the couch or moaning when Nichkhun sucked his neck hard enough to leave a mark. But that seemed to be the story of Wooyoung’s life, especially when it came to a certain Thai bundle of sleaze and carbon. Hands were starting to roam, either teasing or being oddly considerate, and Wooyoung was starting to forget the reason why this wasn’t okay.
“Since you have difficulty in submitting to pleasure,” Nichkhun slipped his fingers between Wooyoung’s thighs and spread them apart, a sweet smile paradox his intentions hanging off his mouth, “I’ll make this easy for you.”
Taking two fingers, Nichkhun pressed them against the inside of Wooyoung’s thigh, two and a half inches from his knee. Slowly and firmly, he ran a trail up the seam in his jeans, causing Wooyoung to squirm. When he just about reached the junction of his legs, Nichkhun stopped.
“Just ask for it, Wooyoung,” Nichkhun said smoothly as he began to massage circles into the other boy’s thigh.
Wooyoung knew that Nichkhun wanted him to beg for it; he wouldn’t be able to claim innocence and say Nichkhun took advantage of him if he asked for it. And Nichkhun could tell that his volition was slipping.
Nichkhun started kissing his neck again, and moved his already dangerously placed hand even farther up.
“Stop pretending, Wooyoung.” Nichkhun smirked maliciously against Wooyoung’s flushed skin. Part of him felt as if he should have held at least a little guilt-Wooyoung was trembling-but something about having him so trapped, so cornered, so helpless was just so…erotic. “I already know you’re a little whore.”
Nichkhun felt Wooyoung’s entire body become rigid, and in the blink of an eye, he was in a stunned heap on the floor.
That must have struck a chord.
Being dumped on his ass helped jolt him out of his stupor, and Nichkhun felt a blanket of horror settle over him as he realized what he had been about to do. He felt even worse when he looked up to see Wooyoung stooped over with his face buried in his hands.
“Wooyoung…”
He didn’t respond.
Nichkhun tried again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
“Yes you did.” Nichkhun could hear the strain in his voice even though his hands muffled it. Oh God, he wasn’t-he wasn’t about to cry was he? Wooyoung sniffed and Nichkhun felt a tiny bubble of panic float through his stomach. He didn’t want to make him cry!
Gingerly, he collected himself off the carpet and sat next to Wooyoung. Nichkhun touched his shoulder, but Wooyoung immediately jerked away from the contact.
“Listen-”
“I’m not really like that, you know.” Wooyoung said quietly, cutting him off a second time.
“I wasn’t being serious. Don’t worry about it, okay?” Nichkhun clarified. He didn’t think he could possibly feel even more like crap, but he was wrong.
“But you did, you said it yourself.” Wooyoung finally looked up at him with watery eyes and Nichkhun felt as if he had just kicked a baby panda in the face. “That day in the bathroom; when you said you wondered what I did in my spare time.”
Nichkhun warily placed a hand on the other boy’s knee. Wooyoung didn’t pull away from him this time. “I was being a jerk when I said that.”
“So?” Wooyoung snorted as he tried-and failed-to wipe his eyes discreetly. “That doesn’t change the fact that it’s a valid concern.”
This…was true. It would be a lie to say Nichkhun hadn’t wondered how Wooyoung-a male college sophomore-learned how to give head. And good head, at that. But how did one go about asking such a question?
“I’ve done some things I’m not proud of,” he sounded embarrassed and paused, carefully choosing his words. “Near the end of high school I became a little loose and eventually it got to a point where there wasn’t an upperclassman I hadn’t…been with.” His vague ending of the sentence piqued Nichkhun’s interest.
He cleared his throat. “Like…what exactly did you do?”
“That’s not the damn point!”
Nichkhun jumped back at his sudden exclamation and stuttered a quick apology.
“God, what is wrong with you?” Wooyoung started to look distressed again and Nichkhun could slowly see his eyes fill up with tears, again. “I mean, it’s like every time I talk to you, you just completely ruin it somehow and I’m kind of vulnerable right now if you hadn’t noticed and you’re such an asshole and how am I supposed to feel when I’m bearing my heart and-” he was starting to ramble on and his voice was cracking and if he cried Nichkhun was NOT going to know what to do.
“Hey, hey,” Nichkhun said, treating Wooyoung like an upset girlfriend. “I’m sorry, you’re right, I wasn’t being sensitive.”
Nichkhun gently rubbed circles into the Korean boy’s back until he stopped shaking.
“Damn straight,” Wooyoung sniffed, blinking away tears that weren’t manly since men didn’t show emotion because it was none of your fucking business.
“So what were you saying? About high school?”
Wooyoung sniffed again. “Well, I guess I wanted to rebel against my dad and the worst thing I could think of at the time was to kiss a boy. And from there I started kissing everybody.” Wooyoung’s eyes slipped closed. “I should have keyed his car like a normal teenager.”
“People have different ways of expressing themselves, if yours was frenching a guy, so what?”
“What do you mean, ‘so what’? Are you like, you know, down with that?”
Nervously, Nichkhun looked away from his stare. “No, but you…?”
“No!” Wooyoung answered immediately. “Like I said I…do both. I’m sort of floating in the middle. But you kissed me. And stuff.”
“Well that. Um,” Nichkhun coughed awkwardly, “You were my first. My first guy, I mean.”
“Oh. You were really calm about it. I thought you would have, you know, freaked out. Or something.” Wooyoung looked down at the floor.
The first time they met and did whatever they did (because technically Nichkhun still didn’t know what they did do and he wasn’t going to put a label on an unknown action because he was still hoping they somehow ended up doing the bare minimum in accordance to what he remembered), Nichkhun actually did freak out afterwards. He flipped a very ginormous shit. But of course, Wooyoung couldn’t know about that.
“I guess I didn’t really think about it.” Nichkhun shrugged, playing it off. He just needed to change the subject. “Did that happen to you?”
“No, not really, I planned on it, after all.” Uncertainly, Wooyoung began kicking at the carpet. “I was running around with a bunch of different people, anyway, so the shock never really set in. I kept getting worse and worse, and I never had a moment to freak out.”
A scared rabbit on the verge of bolting away to hide in some burrow would have exuded more confidence than Wooyoung at this moment. This was obviously something he rarely talked about, it could have been the first time, and it was something that made Wooyoung incredibly delicate. Nichkhun examined his nervous form, and wondered how long it was before he pushed the wrong button and the young sophomore flew out the room.
“How bad were you?” Nichkhun bent his head to try to meet Wooyoung’s eyes, but he refused to look at anything but his feet.
“Really bad.”
“Like, ‘Call this number for a good time’ bad?”
Meekly, he laughed. “Pretty much. Though I hardly needed to do that, it was almost universally known that I messed around with a bunch of different people. But I’m not like that anymore. Right after I graduated from high school, I realized I needed to stop. I was good for my entire freshman year,” Wooyoung stopped then said, “Well, almost.”
“Why ‘almost’?”
“Well, um,” Wooyoung stuttered, “I-I messed around with somebody right before the end of freshman year. But I was wasted!”
Trying not to seem obvious, Nichkhun said, “Uh, yeah that could’ve happened to anyone. Ahem.”
“Either than that, I was good until you showed up. Ruined my whole purity thing.”
While Nichkhun did feel bad about ruining his (about) yearlong streak, it was kind of Wooyoung’s fault. Going from constantly getting some, to not getting any at all, was hard for even the strongest person. Nichkhun understood that extremely well. No wonder Wooyoung had been so susceptible to his advances. He was in the same sexually deprived boat as Nichkhun.
“But before that you were basically the class whore?”
Wooyoung snapped his head up to glare at Nichkhun.
“That’s not-!” Wooyoung checked himself and stopped before he said anything he would regret later. Carefully, he eyed Nichkhun. “If I tell you something you have to promise not to laugh.”
Nichkhun raised an eyebrow, but otherwise nodded in agreement.
“I’ve didn’t actually-I mean I never, um-I’m still sort of-” Wooyoung stumbled with his words, trying to find the best way to what he wanted. “Technically, I haven’t…I haven’t had sex before.”
The room was silent for a whole thirty-two seconds while Nichkhun processed this information. Wooyoung made it sound like he was the next step down from a sex worker, and now he’s saying…?
“So you really are a virgin?”
Wooyoung nodded, making sure to avoid his gaze again.
Silence.
And then laughter.
Lots and LOTS of high-pitched guffawing.
“A-Are you serious!?”
“Nichkhun-”
“Come on now!” Nichkhun was doubled over, barely keeping himself from rolling on the floor. “HA! You’re in college and-and-! A VIRGIN!”
“It’s not funny, you ass!”
And Nichkhun stopped mid-LMFAO-ing. Because it wasn’t funny. Because Wooyoung was a virgin. Or at least he thought he was, and only if Nichkhun really didn’t drunkenly screw him on Valentine’s Day. Which he was almost 90% sure he did.
“I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t laugh. It’s not that big of a deal.” That’s right, just sex. Nothing serious. Losing your virginity wasn’t all that important anyw-
“But it is,” Wooyoung sounded clearly troubled. “That’s pretty much the one thing I haven’t done. For me, someone who did everything with everybody-it’s special.”
And then Nichkhun got pistol-whipped by his conscience.
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