Complications 9/11
Title: Complications 9
Pairing: Nichkhun/Wooyoung, minor Nichkhun/Victoria
Rating: PG-13?
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them! I'm just borrowing their names for my own entertainment.
Summary: Nichkhun has a problem. He couldn't get hard.
A/N: After 3 weeks, an update, Yay! And this story is coming to a close soon 0.0’’.... This part is just telling what happened after everything, so it’s SHORT. Next one may be longer, not sure yet. This chapter is nothing too special, but it is sad. I’ve been betrayed before in my life, so I know how Woo is feeling. I almost cried D: There are so many breaks in this story, but that’s because I time skip and P.O.V changed :) And sorry if Taec, Junsu (hasn’t appeared YET), and Jaebeom, hardly been in this story xD. It’s just hard to use all 7 people. Trust me at least no one is dying. I usually start killing characters off to help me stick to a few amount of people, so you guys are so welcome~ Warning: Grammar and spelling may be extremely horrible.... Anyways Enjoy~
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Victoria jumped once she heard the front door opened and slammed. She shuffled out of the bedroom and met up with a very disgruntle, looking boyfriend. His head was hung low and his hair was a mess as if it was attacked by a pair of unprofessional hands. His appearance seemed normal until she peered down and noticed a shoe missing from his left foot. What really caught her attention was the smell that was emerging from his clothes, alcohol and cigarettes.
She quickly turned her head to look at the clock and noticed it was 8 P.M. She turned her attention back at him and felt like punching him. She waited for him for about seven hours. She called him after an hour of leaving, Wooyoung’s place, but he never picked up. She continued calling him over and over, but after a while her calls were sent straight to voice mail. He made her worried to the point that she was about to go look for him, but oh, he just went out drinking. Probably not even thinking about contacting her. She scuffed to herself. He probably was with Wooyoung.
Nichkhun twitched, hearing Victoria scuffed. He lifted up his head slowly and saw her with her hands on her hips, having a very angry expression on her face. Nichkhun let out a sigh and started walking passed her, not ready to argue with her. He really didn’t drink too much even though he probably smelled like it. Just a few good strong shots that got him sobered in five hours. Definitely not long enough.
He didn’t had enough money on him to drink till he passed out, like he was planning. He wanted to go to sleep and dream peacefully where he could at least see Wooyoung, smiling and laughing. He bit his bottom lip, feeling the urge to cry again. He had no idea how to mend his and Wooyoung’s relationship. He finally broke it.
Victoria grab ahold of his arm as he passed by and yanked him back in front of her. “Where do you think you’re going. You’ve been drinking all this time, huh? Not even thinking about calling me?! Do you know--”
“Shut up!” Nichkhun yelled.
He placed fingers on his forehead and rubbed his forehead slowly. He just got rid of his headache and she, unfortunately, brought it back. He started thinking that he should’ve used his charms to grab free shots.
“Di-Did you just--”
Nichkhun calmly looked at her, meeting her eyes.“Don’t you understand what ‘shut up’ means? I have a fucking headache.”
Victoria stared at him in horror. Nichkhun never cussed at her before. She closed her opened mouth and squinted her eyes, glaring at him. She tightened her grip on him. “What’s with you? Was you with Wooyoung?”
Nichkhun’s breath hitched upon hearing the name. He tightened his jaw and bawled his hands into fists. Victoria heard him and scowled. “You was with him, wasn’t you!? I knew it. Must be great having a pal like that, who could’ve--!”
Upon instincts, Nichkhun right arm and hand quickly lifted up in an attempt to strike her. Victoria flinched, seeing the movement and closed her eyes expecting a slap. Nichkhun saw her fearful expression and pulled his arm down just as quickly as he pulled it up. He clenched and unclenched his hand and pushed her away from him. Victoria opened her eyes slowly and stared at him, meeting a cold glare.
“Wooyoung, would never do something so disgusting. And kissing you? He didn’t even do it. Whatever was on Wooyoung’s mind at the time clouded his judegment. Sadly to say, Wooyoung would never be attracted to you. Ha, you didn’t really put a fight either. I wonder if you wanted to kiss him. And marriage? Who in the world said I was going to marry you? You’re so full of bull, it’s unreal. We’re through.”
“Wh-Wait. What are you tal-talking about?!”
Nichkhun frowned at her and pointed towards the front door. “Just get out of my fucking house!”
Victoria eyes widen. “What?!”
Nichkhun turned towards the kitchen counter, spotting her purse and threw it at the front door. Victoria flinched from the sound of the impact.
“Vic, just get out. Go back to your OWN place. I can’t even stand looking at you. You can get your stuff tomorrow.”
Victoria eyes stung as salty water quickly filled up in them. “I-I've been with you for almost half a year. I’ve stuck with you through all your mess. I’ve been supporting you, haven’t I? I’ve cooked, cleaned, and cared for you, haven’t I? But this is what I deserved? I’ve never once betrayed you. I’ve loved you even before we got together. But now you want to get rid of me? You don’t even have a reason, Do you? As far as I can tell, I've done nothing wrong."
Nichkhun sighed. He may as well explain. “No, but I have. I love you, Vic, but not only you. I love many other people. But you and.... someone else are the ones I love the most. That person is special and I seriously can’t live without them, but I screwed up and I'm--”
“Wh-What about me? You ca-can’t live without m-me?” Her voice started cracking.
Nichkhun adverted his eyes from her. “Look, its not like--It’s not like I can have both of you. So--”
“So, you needed to hurt one of us and it was me? Me? You're freaking girlfriend!”
Nichkhun went silent and decided not to answer her.
Victoria got the hint and wiped at her stained cheeks, trying her best to clean her face. She released her grip on Nichkhun and pulled her arm back, aiming for Nichkhun's face. Nichkhun didn't even had time to move as her fist collided with his left eye. He instantly fell back on the the ground and took a hand to cover his bruised eye.
Victoria stared down at him, not having a bit of remorse from what she did. “I-I can’t believe this! I fucking hate you!"
She quickly grabbed her purse that was laying on the dirty floor, slipped on her shoes, and went out the door, slamming it hard after her. Not once, looking back at him.
Nichkhun flinched from the sound and let out a sigh. “You're not the only one."
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Wooyoung laid down in his bed, which seemed like hours and it actually was. A few good long eight hours, after the whole confrontation with Nichkhun. He felt like dying. Nichkhun didn’t care for him at all. He knew it. Deep down he knew damn well that none of this was going to go the way he wanted it to, but his love sickness overpowered his conscience.
He rubbed at his eyes that felt over dried from crying too much. He then took his finger and softly pushed around his eyes and noticed they were puffy. He frowned instantly and slowly sat up. He glanced around his room slowly before getting out of his bed, trudging over towards his kitchen to get some of his chocolate ice cream. When he opened the fridge, he was met with an empty container of ice cream, like his body. Nichkhun was seriously his everything. Even though he mad him feel sad at times and frustrated and angry, Nichkhun had this presence that made him feel important, precious, and happy.
Wooyoung scuffed. Nichkhun said that he couldn’t live without him, but Nichkhun didn’t even come back like he normally did when Wooyoung got mad at him, begging for Wooyoung’s forgiveness. Didn’t he knew that he would forgive him just like that? He forgave him other countless times. Wooyoung would always forgive him, even thought he was hurting from his lies. Nonetheless, he would be smiling, because Nichkhun made him feel good. Nichkhun was like a drug, a deadly one.
Wooyoung knew not to get close to him, not to feel his touches, not to listen to him, not to forgive him, but he just couldn’t help it. Nichkhun raised enough dopamine in him that kept him coming back to him.
Wooyoung quickly slammed the freezer door and stared up at the ceiling, feeling tears coming back into his eyes. He let out a dried cough and rubbed his sleeves on to his eyes.
“Stop, crying Wooyoung. Stop crying....”
He bit his bottom lip and suddenly felt rage build up inside him. He felt pitiful. Everything was Nichkhun’s fault. With his stupid cheesy wink, his stupid pranks, his stupid remarks, his stupid smile, his stupid laugh, his stupid touches, kisses, everything! Wooyoung ran into his room and stared around his room, which held only memories of him and Nichkhun. Actually the whole place reminded him of Nichkhun.
Nichkhun was the one to suggest this apartment. He even helped him to pick the decorations, paint color, and theme. He let out a growl and started knocking things off his dresser, not caring for the few items that broke along the way, like the picture frame that held his and Nichkhun’s pic that they took a few months back. He went to his walls and tore down the posters he bought with Nichkhun at the mall that displayed their favorite singers. He silently was glad that they weren’t limited editions. He went to his closet and pulled all of his clothes off the hangers and kicked out his sneakers.
He stared down at the pile of clothes as memories of him and Nichkhun going shopping appeared in front of him. Nichkhun helped bought everything he owned, saying that it looked good on him. He quickly went to his nightstand and pulled out a pair of scissors. He went back to his clothes and pulled out a yellow T-shirt. He aimed the scissors at the bottom, hesitating at his own decision of ruining his bought clothes. Still, he needed to get rid of everything, involving Nichkhun. He let out a shaky breath and closed the scissors at the end of the shirt and slice quickly up the shirt, stopping in a few places as the scissors stopped cutting.
He threw that shirt to the side and moved on the next victim of clothing, cutting it easier than the first. As he continued his torment of clothing, he landed upon a shirt that had the words, “KhunYoung Forever". It was a shirt that their fans gave them when they, including: Junho, Chansung, Junsu, Taecyeon, and Jaebeom, were in a band together, during college.
His breath hitched and he felt his heart beating rapidly fast. This was his favorite shirt. He placed the scissors slowly, this time, at the neck, but before he could even clamp the scissors down, a hand grabbed onto his shoulder. Wooyoung quickly turned around to be faced with a frowning Junho.
Wooyoung opened his mouth to asked what he was doing in his apartment, but he was cut off at the thought as Junho bent down and wrapped his arms around him.
“Stop, Hyung. It’s okay. Just stop.”
Wooyoung frowned as tears were once again brought to his eyes. He dropped the scissors that was in his hands and grabbed around Junho. He buried his face into, Junho’s shoulder.
“I-I don’t know what to do anymore....”
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Nichkhun held up the cold egg up to his left eye and rubbed it slowly, sighing as he did so. “Who knew she could throw a mean punch....”
He was sitting lazily on his couch as he watched the clock ticked by. It was already near twelve and he had worked tomorrow. He wondered how he was going to tell the staff about his new black eye. He sighed again. He finally broke up with Victoria. He felt a heavy weight lift off his shoulders. He may had hurt Victoria, but he needed to settle everything. Telling Victoria the truth made him feel even greater even though he received a nasty blow, it was still nice. But all the burden that was lifted was easily replaced with another ton of weight named, Wooyoung. Or maybe it should just be called guilt since Wooyoung could never be a burden.
He frowned, thinking about their relationship status and shifted his body so that he could lay down on his back. He let his free hand drop down onto the floor and drummed his fingers into a rhythm. When he said that even if Wooyoung hated him that he would force him to love him again. He was serious. If he was feeling this much pain from hearing that Wooyoung hated him, who knows the torment, Wooyoung was feeling. Wooyoung probably felt that he was playing around with him, but in all honesty, he couldn’t stop himself. Yes, he was with Victoria and they both knew it, but his body naturally moved on it’s own. Wooyoung made him do the craziest things when he’s with him.
He took the egg and lifted it off his eye, staring at it as he turned it around. “Should I talk to Jay?”
Nichkhun instantly let out a sigh and placed the egg back on his eye. Even if the egg reminded him of Jaebeom, he had a feeling that he wasn’t going to help him. Quit frankly, any of his friends most likely wouldn’t be able to help him. But it’s understandable, they are all very protective over Wooyoung. Maybe Junsu might help though. He haven’t talked to him in forever and it would be nice to hear from him again. Taecyeon might help too since he helped him last time, but he probably would just scold him.
“What to do...? I’m kinda scared to go over there....”
Nichkhun let out a growl and flung his arms and legs about, holding the egg tightly in his hand, so that it wouldn’t go flying. He plopped them down at the same time and rolled off the couch. He stood up and walked over towards the kitchen’s refrigerator, placing the egg back inside the egg carton. He then walked towards his room and glanced around in it.
“Well, now or never....”
He went to the closet and brought out a few good, huge suitcases.
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Wooyoung made a soft smile at seeing the sight before him. He told Junho what happened with Nichkhun after breakfast, after Junho decided to sleep over. That ended up with Junho, calling Chansung and telling him what happened, which ended up with Chansung coming over and yelling through out his apartment. Junho was grabbing around Chansung’s waist, pulling him into his chest and trying his best to keep him still, so that he wouldn’t attack any of Wooyoung’s walls.
Chansung lifted up his arms and pulled at his hair. “I can’t believe he would--UGH!”
“This is fucking ridiculous! Marriage?!”
Wooyoung and Junho frowned at the word. “Look, just calm down. This isn’t going to help, Wooyoung-hyung....”
Chansung released the strands of his hair and slump down onto the nearby couch, sitting on Junho in the process. “Umpf.”
Chansung looked down at Junho. “Sorry, I’ll get up.”
He made an attempt to get up, but Junho held him there. “It’s fine. Now I didn’t called you to rage, I called you to help me take Wooyoung shopping with me.”
“Shopping?” Chansung raised an eyebrow and looked over at Wooyoung. “Why? I thought you had enough clothes?”
Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders. “Well, a few good amount of them got destroyed....”
Chansung gave him a questionable look and then look at Junho, who just shook his head. “Don’t worry about the little details. Also, Hyung is going to be staying with me tonight, so don’t tell you-know-who if they asked.”
“It’s this bad, huh?” Chansung asked, looking at Wooyoung who nodded his headed slowly.
“Yea....”
Chansung let out a sighed. “So are you planning on moving or something?”
“Ne. I really want to get out of this place.”
“Where are you going to go?”
“Back to Busan.”
“What?!” Chansung yelled, jumping up and pulling Junho along with him. “But that’s so far away!”
Wooyoung flinched from his booming voice and looked at Chansung in the eyes. “I know and this is why I’m going to do it. I actually was planning to go to Cheju Island, but Junho stopped me from that.”
Chansung let out a puff of air. Junho released him from his waist and looked at him. “Alright, let’s stop getting depressed and let’s go shopping. What’s done is done.”
Junho gave him a smirk and went over to grab Wooyoung’s hand, flashing a red wallet in front of him.
Wooyoung looked at him confused, while Chansung looked at him in horror. “When did you get that?”
“I think you got too used to my hands digging in your pockets, if you didn’t feel me pull this out of your jeans."
“No...." Chansung mumbled.
Junho smiled, seeing a tinge of pink grace his lovers cheeks. “Oh, I told Wooyoung that you was buying everything. You have a nice job right?”
“Just, give me back my wallet.”
Junho leaned down and whispered in Wooyoung‘s ear, loud enough for Chansung to hear. “I know his pin number. Let’s run for it, Hyung.”
Wooyoung smiled and nodded his head. Without any hesitation, they quickly bolted out of the apartment.
Chansung paused a moment before going after them, closing the door behind him in the process. “Junho, wait! I’m just a baker!”
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Wooyoung looked around Junho’s apartment and found it a little off. Even though the design was the same and his place was nice and clean, it still felt off. Ir felt as if it was missing something. Junho and Chansung brought in his new bought clothes and placed them down in the living room.
“Alright, this is everything.” Junho smiled and then looked over at Chansung. “Thanks, Channie~”
Chansung gave him a half-smile. “I want a re-payment.”
Junho pouted. “We didn’t even spend your money.”
“Yea, you did. On food!”
“Sure. But you sure wasn’t complaining.”
Wooyoung chuckled. “Guys, stop arguing.”
They turned to look at Wooyoung. Chansung pouted. “But I want a reward.”
Wooyoung shooked his head and walked over towards them, placing a hand on Chansung’s back. “If Junho won’t give you one, I’ll give you one.”
Chansung smiled and leaned down towards Wooyoung. “I hope you know what reward I want.”
Wooyoung laughed and pushed Chansung into Junho, making Junho grunt from Chansung’s weight. “Stop joking around, Chansung.”
Chansung let out a sigh and wrapped an arm around Junho’s shoulder. “Fine. Still, I do want to tell you that you can come to us for your needs.”
Wooyoung gave him a puzzled look. Junho saw this and waved a hand in front of him. “No, no, no. Not like that, at least..... We discussed this before, but Channie just said it wrong. He meant that if you’re troubled or need someone to talk to, then we are your guys.”
Wooyoung smiled at them and went over to give them a hug. “I see. Thanks.”
He released them and reached in his jean pockets and pulled out his cellphone, noticing that the battery life on it was dying. “Ugh, I need to go get my charger.”
“Alright. Do you need me to come with you?” Junho asked.
Wooyoung shook his head. “Nope, I’m fine. It’s just upstairs. I’ll be back.”
Wooyoung quickly left the apartment, not noticing Chansung pulling out his own cellphone. Wooyoung slowly walked upstairs. It was already near ten 0‘clock. They didn’t only went to the mall to go shopping, but they also went to see a movie, went eating, went to the amusement park to see Jay, and walked around the public park to talk. They really brightened his mood. Being with them may him understood that he had the best friends in the world.
As he neared his apartment, he noticed that his door was left ajar. He remembered hearing Chansung closed his door, most likely not locking it, so there was no way for it to be propped open. He slowed his steps and pushed the front door open slightly. The lights were still on in his apartment, but he didn’t see anything out of place or taken. He took a step inside and closed the door to its original position he found it.
He walked further in, looking left and right, seeing if he saw anyone, but he didn’t. He then heard a loud thud coming from his room. He went over towards his couch and found his panda still sitting there and grabbed it, putting it in front of himself as a shield. He then raced over towards his kitchen and picked up a metal bat that he had laying around near the broom and dustpan. He hugged his stuff panda closed to his chest as he aimed the bat in front of him, heading towards his room. He noticed that his bedroom door was also left slightly open and saw a dark figure cross in front of his door, along with the sound a person’s cussing. His heart quickly started racing as his nerves took over him. A burgluar was actually inside his home.
He tightened his grip on his bat and around his stuffed-panda’s body. He let out a breath of air, getting ready to charge into his room. This person wasn’t going to take away his last valuables that he hadn’t destroyed. He slowly inched forward and stopped, psyching himself out as he thought about all the bed things that could happen. The person could have a gun, a knife, or they could even be more people in there with him. Wooyoung let out a frustrated sigh and wondered if he should just go back the way he came and tell Chansung and Junho, but before he could even make a decision the door to his room opened, making him jump back and dropping the bat. His eyes grew wide at the unexpected visitor, standing in his doorway.
“Hey.”