[2pm fic] Waiting - (4/5)
(the numbering is shot to hell, but whatevs.)
Waiting
(fandom: 2pm - Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
R
angst
not for profit/do not own 2pm
for:
kpop_prompts (option 2A: #7 - Waiting for the World to Fall - Jars of Clay)
three || I'm waiting when the colors come
four || I'm waiting to let my world come undone
Waiting
(fandom: 2pm - Nichkhun/Wooyoung)
R
angst
not for profit/do not own 2pm
for:
kpop_prompts (option 2A: #7 - Waiting for the World to Fall - Jars of Clay)three || I'm waiting when the colors come
it's the third day that wooyoung refuses to get out of bed. he's missed six of his required classes already. he's ignored calls and knocks from nichkhun ...he's stopped counting how many times.
everything seems black and scary to wooyoung. and the one time, wooyoung had braved the crawl out of his bedroom, he was met with nichkhun's pleading and utterly sad voice telling him, "please come out. please wooyoung. let me help you."
well, wooyoung doesn't want any of that. he doesn't want nichkhun to help. because no matter what nichkhun thinks, wooyoung accepting help from nichkhun of all people is a bad bad idea. just thinking about nichkhun's warm smile and comforting gestures makes a part of wooyoung nauseous and suffocate, even though the rest of him is well and breathing.
"if this is love" wooyoung thinks bitterly. "then it's hurtful and horrible."
while wooyoung waits for whatever this is to wear off, he keeps crossing his fingers and waiting for the moment that imagining nichkhun in his head doesn't make his heart feel weak. he waits for his life to revert to normal again.
and while he's waiting, wooyoung's lost track of time. all he can measure is that it's been exactly five minutes since nichkhun's last call. his phone buzzes again and wooyoung helplessly stares at the miniature screen announcing nichkhun's name for the umpteenth time. he wonders if he's a masochist. because no matter what, wooyoung can't bear to turn that little device off or slam it to smithereens.
in some sick recess of his psyche, wooyoung knows that it makes his chest fill with something like amazement when nichkhun keeps calling, keeps showing that he cares.
everything seems black and scary to wooyoung. and the one time, wooyoung had braved the crawl out of his bedroom, he was met with nichkhun's pleading and utterly sad voice telling him, "please come out. please wooyoung. let me help you."
well, wooyoung doesn't want any of that. he doesn't want nichkhun to help. because no matter what nichkhun thinks, wooyoung accepting help from nichkhun of all people is a bad bad idea. just thinking about nichkhun's warm smile and comforting gestures makes a part of wooyoung nauseous and suffocate, even though the rest of him is well and breathing.
"if this is love" wooyoung thinks bitterly. "then it's hurtful and horrible."
while wooyoung waits for whatever this is to wear off, he keeps crossing his fingers and waiting for the moment that imagining nichkhun in his head doesn't make his heart feel weak. he waits for his life to revert to normal again.
and while he's waiting, wooyoung's lost track of time. all he can measure is that it's been exactly five minutes since nichkhun's last call. his phone buzzes again and wooyoung helplessly stares at the miniature screen announcing nichkhun's name for the umpteenth time. he wonders if he's a masochist. because no matter what, wooyoung can't bear to turn that little device off or slam it to smithereens.
in some sick recess of his psyche, wooyoung knows that it makes his chest fill with something like amazement when nichkhun keeps calling, keeps showing that he cares.
four || I'm waiting to let my world come undone
nichkhun has always been good at charming people. wooyoung remarks on this thought hatefully as he hears the knob on his front door swing open. wooyoung's mind has already grasped that nichkhun's gotten his hands on the spare keys by batting his long lashes at the land lady.
"well good for him" thinks wooyoung, half dazed in the delirium of too much sleep and too little food and water. "good for that two bit bastard who keeps stealing into my precious REM cycles..."
wooyoung hears the front door slam shut and then a patter of footsteps. there's a small knock at wooyoung's bedroom door before nichkhun's barging in and spewing little curses in thai and english. wooyoung doesn't know what nichkhun's saying but wooyoung's pretty sure it must be something of a vile nature.
for a sudden moment, wooyoung trembles in his sheets because of course, nichkhun must have found out about wooyoung's dream somehow.
"nichkhun must be so angry. he must think i'm disgusting" wooyoung thinks.
all logic and commen sense have flown out the window with his health and nutrition over the past few days he's been holed up in his room. wooyoung blacks out right when nichkhun throws back the comforter that wooyong's been cowering under. and at the same time, wooyoung almost wants to weep. he doesn't want to fall asleep again, not when nichkhun's so close by. because, without a doubt, wooyoung will have that dream again. and wooyoung having that dream with nichkhun in the same room is almost as mortifying as having the whole school know about wooyoung's pitiful crush.
"well good for him" thinks wooyoung, half dazed in the delirium of too much sleep and too little food and water. "good for that two bit bastard who keeps stealing into my precious REM cycles..."
wooyoung hears the front door slam shut and then a patter of footsteps. there's a small knock at wooyoung's bedroom door before nichkhun's barging in and spewing little curses in thai and english. wooyoung doesn't know what nichkhun's saying but wooyoung's pretty sure it must be something of a vile nature.
for a sudden moment, wooyoung trembles in his sheets because of course, nichkhun must have found out about wooyoung's dream somehow.
"nichkhun must be so angry. he must think i'm disgusting" wooyoung thinks.
all logic and commen sense have flown out the window with his health and nutrition over the past few days he's been holed up in his room. wooyoung blacks out right when nichkhun throws back the comforter that wooyong's been cowering under. and at the same time, wooyoung almost wants to weep. he doesn't want to fall asleep again, not when nichkhun's so close by. because, without a doubt, wooyoung will have that dream again. and wooyoung having that dream with nichkhun in the same room is almost as mortifying as having the whole school know about wooyoung's pitiful crush.
