[2pm | 001.] a nighttime calling - 1/1

Jun 25, 2010 14:16

a nighttime calling
nichkhun/wooyoung
pg-13
[in sum]: wooyoung's mind works with clarity at nighttime.
thanks to: nomnomnishi for beta-ing and giving me tips :)
prompt from milkpoet :
There is no sense in loving someone you can never wake up to except by chance.

-- Jeanette Winterson, The Passion

a nighttime calling

it was a sudden awakening.  there was nothing gentle or gradual about it.

it was just a need that woke wooyoung up.  it was an urge of some sort.  and when wooyoung was finally conscious enough to comprehend that he was, in fact, awake and not asleep, he decided that he needed to pee.

the trek to the bathroom was a familiar one, but one that had been made mysterious and dangerous with nightfall.  it was dark.  the pitch blackness of their dorm made wooyoung think, "might as well be walking blind."

on a whim, wooyoung closed his eyes.  it wasn't like he could see better with them open anyway.

with his eyes closed, he could feel the hardwood floor under his feet, the places they creaked, and the places they were solid.  he felt his pajamas, which were, in actuality, a large white shirt that had his name written in bold and some nondescript sweat pants.  they clung to his frame, warming his body.

his hands staccato-ed along the walls and the doors.  when wooyoung finally managed to wrap his fingers around a familiar door knob, he pushed and was in.

he did his business and turned to go back.  the journey back to his living room space was easy.  and after he'd reclaimed some stolen blankets from chansung's futon, wooyoung fell back asleep.

it seemed like wooyoung had only slept for about five minutes but when he opened his eyes again, it was lighter.  no longer pitch black, the living room features could be discerned.  but that wasn't what was on wooyoung's mind.

a heavy something was wrapped around his arm and waist.  a flesh colored, heavy something.  and that something was hard and toned.  wooyoung's hands fumbled along the length of it.  it was attached to something else..

the words "khun hyung...?" died on his lips when he saw how serene nichkhun looked.  his face was turned towards wooyoung's, one cheek smooshed against the edge of wooyoung's pillow.  his back was bare and seemed almost gleaming with the soft light at dawn.

it was, at best, painful.  and like sisyphyus, wooyoung was tempted to try and touch.  but he didn't, worn out by the inevitability of the impossible.

wooyoung lay back with a soft sigh.

nichkhun was probably there because he was hot, uncomfortable, in his own stifling room.  wooyoung could name a thousand other excuses for nichkhun before he reached the one that went: "because khun wanted to be with me."

wooyoung didn't wake nichkhun up when he saw the glimmer on nichkhun's eyelash.  the moisture could have meant a series of things.  a fight with taecyeon?  a misfire with a girl?

wooyoung didn't want to find out.  instead, he tucked up his feet and drew in as close as he could without really touching nichkhun.  he managed to close his eyes and wish that it would all go away.

2pm, ☆ nichkhun/wooyoung

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