A/N: My first fanfic, ends up being a Khunyoung story ("ε"；) Oh! And thank you to  disinfected on LJ for beta-ing ＼(●⌒∇⌒●)／ Now, onwards to the story~ Enjoy~

Sleeping Position

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Nichkhun was happy.

No, scratch that. He was ecstatic.

 Yesterday, JYP told 2PM that they all get one week off. They finished their promotions for Without U a while ago, and now it was time to take a break from variety shows and prepare for a new single and choreography. Thus, he gave them a week off to rest and to give him (JYP) and 2PM time to come up with new songs and lyrics.

But that was not what made Nichkhun happy.

Today everyone else was going home to be with their families. Everyone, except for one: Jang Wooyoung. His family was away from Busan and would not be coming back until the day after tomorrow.  So Wooyoung was going to leave in two days and was staying in the dorm all alone.

And that was where Nichkhun came in.

He was supposed to leave today, but he delayed his flight and decided to catch another one that was to leave at the same time as Wooyoung's flight; giving him and Wooyoung two and a half days together, all alone in the dorm. He didn't need to tell the others, the only one who knew about his delayed flight was Minjae, their manager (because he was supposed to take Nichkhun to the airport), and even Minjae didn't know the real reason why Nichkhun delayed his flight. He also warned Minjae not to tell anyone, especially Wooyoung. When Minjae heard the almost threat, he just stared at Nichkhun with a suspicious look, and then shook his head and nodded. As if saying 'Whatever, i don't think i really want to know anyway..'

But why was Nichkhun going through all that effort just to stay with Wooyoung? All alone? In their dorm?

The answer was simple: Nichkhun loved Wooyoung.

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Nichkhun climbed through the stairs to their apartment two steps at a time. It was 9 pm and he had just gotten back from dinner with a couple of friends. He has not seen them in months and he really missed them. As much as he loved to stay with Wooyoung and spend time with him instead, he couldn't find the heart to turn them down and make up some lame excuse. He was on vacation after all.

Unlocking the door with his keys, he opened the door and prayed that Wooyoung has not decided to go out too. He started to look around the living room. To his surprise, however, he found no Wooyoung.

Raising an invisible eyebrow, Nichkhun discarded his backpack near the door, and started searching around in the other rooms, trying his hardest not make any sounds. He wanted to surprise Wooyoung.

Nichkhun had liked Wooyoung ever since he met him, even before their Hot Blood days. He thought that he liked Wooyoung as a friend. Even if he liked him more than the others, he still thought that the feelings here was harboring were nothing more than adoration and admiration towards his friend. The fact that he couldn't communicate with Wooyoung normally (because Nichkhun was still learning Korean at the time and he still didn't know how to talk fluently) also made Wooyoung seem far away, beyond his reach.

A few months after their debut, Nichkhun’s feelings had begun to change. He started missing Wooyoung more, talking to him more, and looking at him longer if he wasn't sitting next to him or across the room. His thoughts about Wooyoung were invading eighty percent of his mind. It was driving him crazy because he was in denial over it. Wooyoung was his friend. Wooyoung was a male, and if that wasn't enough, Wooyoung was his band mate. If something were to happen and screw up their friendship, it would ruin the atmosphere in the band and that would ruin everything they had been working for the past few years.

That was when Nichkhun attempted to ignore his feelings; tried to put them in a box, and bury that box in a deep place at the far ends of his mind. Everything was going okay, until Christmas. December 25^th, 2008.

When they were filming the Idol Army Christmas special with 2AM, and they were told to play the oil paper passing game. When the writers and the PD asked him and Wooyoung to make a demonstration for the boys; act as if he and Wooyoung already knew the game and teach the other boys how to play it. At first, he was panicking. He had just decided to forget his feelings! And now, all of a sudden, he was supposed to kiss his crush?

Nichkhun smiled when he remembered that moment, he had to resume filming and act as if nothing was happening inside his mind. But in reality, he was on the verge of exploding with each touch and caress from Wooyoung that day. His thoughts were running 200 km/h. At the end of the filming, he thanked god that he was able to mask his desires and control his will to just grab Wooyoung, push him into a wall and kiss the living daylights out of him.

And ever since then, his feelings were no longer hidden. Nichkhun decided that admitting to his feelings was better to his heart, mind and sanity. Keeping something as large as this locked inside would drive him insane, especially with the object of his affection being near him on almost a daily basis. He would let out his feelings for Wooyoung, show them to everyone, but act as if it was just an act, like it is some sort of fan service that he does so as to please the fans.

Over the years, his like for Wooyoung turned into something more. He's not sure if he can call it love, or an obsession. His feelings for the younger man had turned into something indescribable. Something he could not classify in words that existed in any dictionary or language. Just seeing Wooyoung a couple of meters away made him happy.

Lately, though, he hadn't had enough time to be around Wooyoung, and just talk to him. Their schedules were so busy and different; at the end of the day, both of them were too tired to make a conversation, and went straight to bed. When they were around each other, they were either filming something or shooting a performance together.

His purpose of skipping his flight today (and shortening the time he is supposed to spend with his family) was to spend some alone time with Wooyoung and just talk. Being in the same apartment was not enough anymore, not with the schedule they had to do every day.

I really hope he didn't decide to go out today,thought Nichkhun while looking into Wooyoung and Junho's room. He still can't find any trace of Wooyoung.

Nichkhun looked everywhere: the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen, the storage room, Taec and Junsu's room and Wooyoung and Junho's room. The only room he hasn't checked yet was his room.

He paused.

.... no.. no, no way. It can't be. Why would Wooyoung sleep in my room? I'm not even here,he thought, shaking his head. The thought of Wooyoung sleeping in his room while he was not around seemed ridiculous to him. Sure Wooyoung comes to his room and sleeps sometimes when he is around. But that cannot mean that he goes into Nichkhun's room when he is absent and sleeps there.

However, despite all these thoughts, Nichkhun started walking to his room, with little hope that Wooyoung was in his room, and sleeping in his bed. Once he reached the door, he gulped. As if he was in this thriller movie, and the main character is about to discover something he wasn't sure he wanted to discover. Opening the door slowly, he peeked inside, searching in the dark for a figure.

The room was dark because of the night, he waited for his eyes to adjust a little; looking around the room once his vision was restored, the first thing his eyes wandered to was the bed.

His heart skipped a beat. He found Wooyoung.

The man was sleeping in his bed, hugging the covers to his chest, his face buried deep into the pillow; breathing into it and smelling it at the same time.

Nichkhun's heart rate increased at the sight. He didn't know what to make of it; Wooyoung was sleeping in his bed. The Wooyoung that he loves so much, the Wooyoung that he has been missing so much, the Wooyoung whom he skipped on seeing his family just to be with him for a few days, even if it is just as a friend.

Nichkhun was happy. He didn't know when his expression broke into a smile, but he was smiling happily at the sight in front of him. Wooyoung sleeping in his bed could mean that he wasn't the only one missing being with Wooyoung; the other man might be missing being with Nichkhun too. And that is probably why he was sleeping in his bed. He was glad that Wooyoung loved him enough as a friend to miss him this much, and sleep in his bed just to-

Wait a minute,Nichkhun's thoughts paused, was that really it?  He thought, confusion and doubt invading his mind. Even if Wooyoung valued him as his friend, or his best friend, he would not go as far as to sleep in Nichkhun's bed. This is something someone does when they miss the person they love. Nichkhun's heart skipped a beat at that thought. He didn't know what to do in this situation. Normally, if he was stuck on doing something that concerns Wooyoung, he would call Jaebum and ask him for advice. But Jaebum told him that he would be busy rehearsing for an event with AOM from noon till midnight, and he can't bother him over something like this. Plus, he would be risking waking Wooyoung up.

Nichkhun stood in the middle of his room, staring at Wooyoung and pondering his options. He wanted to know why Wooyoung was sleeping there, and what could this mean; if maybe it had a special meaning (the meaning that he wants and has been looking for all these years) or no meaning at all. He glanced at Wooyoung's face. The man was sleeping with a peaceful expression, as if nothing in the world concerned him right now.

Nichkhun’s smile found its place again on his face. He was content to just sit there and watch Wooyoung's sleeping face for now. He will think about what he's going to do and say to Wooyoung later when they are both awake.

With that thought in mind, he closed the door to his bedroom, changed into comfortable clothes (boxers and a tank top), and lied down on what is supposed to be Chansung's bed. After adjusting his position, he resumed his staring at Wooyoung.

An hour passed, and Nichkhun was still awake, staring at the sleeping man across from him. Wooyoung still seems so far away, and the bed where Nichkhun was lying is so cold. If he could just get up, and go to sleep next to Wooyoung on his own bed.

Wooyoung had done it before when Nichkhun was asleep. He would come to his room and ask if he could sleep next to Nichkhun. And Nichkhun always agreed. His bed was so tiny, it barely fits two people. But he never turned Wooyoung down, not even when he is tired and needed some rest.

He pondered the thought for a while, and then he lifted his head from his pillow, discarded the blanket and got up. He walked the meter that was parting both beds and lifted the corner of the blanket Wooyoung was using, slipping behind him and covered himself and Wooyoung again.

He was spooning behind Wooyoung, being the big spoon, Wooyoung's warm back touching his chest. Nichkhun's head lifted and supported by his hand, looking down at Wooyoung's sleeping face, illuminated by the moonlight. He brushed a few strands from Wooyoung's face.

Nichkhun is content. Lying here in bed, next to Wooyoung, looking down on him while playing with Wooyoung's shiny black hair; it is the small yet large happiness that he has been wanting for months, and it came true.

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Wooyoung was having a nice dream. He dreamt that Jay was visiting their dorm, and all was good with the world. They were all hanging out and having fun, catching up before Jay had to go to his busy schedule and they had to go resume their activities. All in all, it was a good dream. A really good dream; a dream that is too good to be true.

Wooyoung opened his eyes with a mental sigh. 

As much as he wants that to happen now, it would never come true. It was too complicated for them to hang out and be together like they used to. He wishes it will come true one day. Yes, it will. He tells himself; one day, they will all hang out and be friends like they used to, putting the past behind them. He smiled at the thought of that.

He tried shifting in his place to adjust his position, but he couldn’t. Something was holding him in his place, constricting his movements. What the hell? he thought, confused. Then he realized that what was holding him was warm, large, and somewhat soft.

He turned his face around slowly, fear seeping through his mind that it might be some kind of . He saw some really pale skin (thanks to the light of the moon) and pale hair. Is that white hair....? No wait, this is blond! He thought, wanting to confirm his suspicion, he cranked his neck further back to get a real glimpse at the person lying next to him in bed; and sure enough, he saw Nichkhun.

Wooyoung's first reaction was relief. At least it was not a creep. Or worse, a gag show.  He was not in the mood for games, not in the middle of the night anyway.

After relief, came nervousness. After his shock, he realized who was spooning against him. His heart rate increased, he was trying to grasp their position. Nichkhun was hugging Wooyoung. The blond man's arms were on Wooyoung's chest, hugging him tightly from behind; Nichkhun's face buried inside Wooyoung's neck, with his lips touching the nape of Wooyoung's neck; their legs were entwined together.

Wooyoung was blushing, he wondered why Nichkhun was sleeping next to him, but he cannot focus with Nichkhun's breaths tickling the back of his neck and the ends of his hair. He shivered.

What is he doing here anyway, wasn't his plane supposed to leave, like, 12 hours ago? And yet, he's still here, in the dorm, lying behind me in his… bed, Wooyoung’s thoughts trailed off as he was hit with another realization. If Nichkhun didn't go to his flight like he was supposed to, and came back to the dorm to sleep or whatever, then that must mean that he came in here looking for Wooyoung, knowing full well that Wooyoung was the only one at the dorm. And when he came in his room, he found Wooyoung sleeping in his room, and in his bed, using his pillows and his covers.

Wooyoung's nervousness had turned into a panic attack.

Oh, god. He saw me sleeping in his bed. What am I going to do? What if he found out why I was sleeping in his bed? Oh god, he's going to think that I’m weird and a ert and then he will kick me away from his room and he won't talk to me ever again oh god, Wooyoung’s thoughts raced through his mind, he started shaking, his thoughts talking a turn for the worst scenarios. Losing Nichkhun's friendship... he did not want to think about that possibility. He blamed himself; he should not have slept in Nichkhun's bed. This simple act of selfishness will ruin something Wooyoung has valued more than his life for the past two years.

Without realizing, he started sobbing, tiny tears making their way across his face.

"Wooyoung?"

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Nichkhun was sleeping soundly, until he felt something moving against him. He woke up to see what it was. At first he forgot what where he was and what was that warm thing against he was hugging, but then he remembered: he came back home seeing Wooyoung sleeping in his bed, and then he spooned against him.

He looked at Wooyoung, the boy was shaking.

Shaking away the sleepiness in fuzzy mind, he focused on the man between his arms. Wooyoung was shaking all over, and... Was that a sob? Is he having a nightmare? he thought.

"Wooyoung?" Nichkhun whispered in the dark, voice thick from sleep. He shook the other boy, trying to wake him up from his nightmare.

Wooyoung froze, his shaking stopped, the sound of Nichkhun's voice waking him up from his panic attack. He did not know what to do. Should he reply? Turn around? Or pretend he never heard the other man?

Nichkhun was worried. Wooyoung's shaking and sobbing stopped, but there was still no sigh or movement indicating that he was awake. He tried shaking the smaller boy again while calling his name, still no response. He propped himself on his elbow; to try and take a better look at Wooyoung's face, and, to his surprise, he saw him awake… with tears sliding down his cheeks.

Nichkhun panicked.

"Oh, my god. Wooyoung, are you crying? Are you okay? Did I hurt you or kick you anywhere while I was asleep? Oh, god, I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"No, hyung. I'm okay, you didn't hurt me." He croaked. He was so scared. He didn't know why, because Nichkhun still hast done or said anything, but... he was still scared less.

"Are you sure? You seem to be in a lot of pain." Nichkhun looked at Wooyoung with a soft, concerned expression. He wiped the younger man's tears away. "Wooyoung-ah, tell me.. What’s wrong? You can talk to me about anything you know." He whispered into Wooyoung's ear; fearing that their moment could break if he spoke any louder.

Wooyoung was confused. At that moment, he didn't know what to do or say. He didn't want to say something that would trigger Nichkhun's awareness of their position or the fact that Nichkhun came into his room and saw Wooyoung there in his bed, or the fact that Wooyoung was blushing madly, or that he is feeling something he was sure he should not be feeling towards his male friend (Thank goodness that the room is dark, he thought). However, he could not keep on ignoring Nichkhun, the Thai man knows that he is awake, ignoring him would be rude, and might hurt his feelings. So he said the only thing he can think of;

"Khun... I'm scared," whispered Wooyoung, he did not glance back at Khun. Instead, he looked forward at the wall in front of him. As if it had answers to his dilemma.

"Scared?" Nichkhun was confused. "Scared of what?"

Scared of losing you, thought Wooyoung in his mind. He didn't dare to voice it out loud. He wouldn’t. He couldn't. The words refused to form in his mouth, so he stayed quiet.

"Wooyoung, look at me," whispered Nichkhun softly. He moved the hand that was clasped with Wooyoung’s and placed it under the shorter man's chin, and then he angled Wooyoung's face so he could at least see half of it.

"What are you so scared of Woo? Did you have a nightmare?" He nuzzled Wooyoung's cheek. Nichkhun was doing all of this unconsciously. He was not aware that he and Wooyoung weren't together, but are still friends. These little gestures happened involuntarily, as if his mind was not a part of it. As if touching Wooyoung and doing those little things to him was a normal thing that he does to the boy on a daily basis. "It’s okay, you're awake now. And I’m here with you. Nothing is going to happen to you with me around."

Wooyoung didn't think that his heart beat could beat harder than it already is, but Nichkhun's words proved him otherwise. He was speechless. And he felt ridiculous for acting like such a school girl. Get a grip ,Wooyoung. You're a man for crying out loud!, he thought, trying to calm down his mind (since he figured that his heart beat is a lost cause at this point) and think about what to say next.

"Hyung... I wasn't scared because I was having a nightmare."

"Oh?" Nichkhun raised his eyebrows. "Then what are you scared of, Woo?"

"I was scared that... you might think that I’m weird. And that you might not want to be friends anymore," confessed Wooyoung. He felt his tears at the edge of his eyes, he was about to cry.

"What...... what the hell are you talking abou- Woo, why would I stop being your friend?" Nichkhun asked incredulously. The words that were coming out of Wooyoung's mouth were so ridiculous; he is suspecting that Wooyoung may be drunk. Or still half sleep.

"Because you found me sleeping in your room and... in your bed." there... I said it! Oh god, I can't believe I said it! He thought, panicking. Wooyoung held his breath, waiting for Nichkhun's reply. He did not dare peer at the older man's face and see his expression. That was asking too much of him, and his bravery has limits, especially when it comes to Nichkhun.

If he wasn't holding Wooyoung with one hand, and his other hand was busy supporting his head, Nichkhun would have physically face palmed.

"Wooyoung, I am sleeping next to you, on my bed, in my room. And I’m holding you in my arms. Don't you think that this-" he hugged Wooyoung a little tighter, gesturing to their position "-is weirder than what you did?" he said to Wooyoung, amusement coloring his voice and face. Sometimes, Wooyoung can be so damn cute, he thought, chuckling at the man in his arms.

Wooyoung, upon hearing the other man's statement, was dumbfounded.

Wait, that's right. If he did think I was weird, then he wouldn't be lying in bed with me and hugging me from behind, and.. oh my god, he creeped into bed with me while I was asleep! His thoughts were processing so many things at the same time.

Wooyoung's mind has gone from a state of shock, to total shock, and now he is utterly confused and frustrated because he did not know what Nichkhun's actions meant. He turned his body to half face Khun and asked:

"So... you don't think I'm weird?" Nichkhun nodded his head, smiling. Wooyoung continued "And you said that-" Wooyoung blushed mid sentence, but up his anxiousness and continued nonetheless "-our position right now is weirder, but.. I don't think that it’s weird at all. I like.. our current position."

"I like it too~" Nichkhun’s smile widened to support his sentence. His hand moved to caress Wooyoung's cheek. That adorable, chubby cheek that he likes so much and is one of the reasons that made him fall in love with the younger Korean.

Nichkhun's words were almost like a confession to Wooyoung, he leaned into Nichkhun's caress, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth emanated from the older man's hand, almost forgetting himself in the man's warm presence; but he wanted to make sure, he wanted to know what this really is. He wanted to know what Nichkhun's actions this night meant. He wants to make sure what Nichkhun's confession was about.

"Khun... " Wooyoung whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at Nichkhun, his eyes confessing and spilling everything in his heart; waiting for the other man to look at him.

Nichkhun peered into Wooyoung's face, his heart rate increasing yet again for the umpteenth time that night. It was like he was looking into Wooyoung's soul, his reply was more of a breathless gasp than a coherent word;

"Mhmm-yea?"

"What else do you like.. other than our position?" Wooyoung looked at Nichkhun; the man was drawing him in like a moth to the florescent light. His heartbeat was so loud it was the only thing he can hear in his ears; His shallow breath becoming shorter and shorter by the minute. He can see the other man's face clearly now, even with the darkness surrounding them. When did our faces become so close?, he thought absentmindedly.

Nichkhun paused, looking at Wooyoung for a moment; pondering the question and if it was actually out there. Then, he answered Wooyoung by moving their faces closer together and locking their lips together with a sweet, chaste Kiss.

Wooyoung was shocked at first; eyes open wide and blushing like a tomato, too embarrassed to comprehend what was happening. A couple of seconds into the kiss, he closed his eyes, tilted his head and kissed Nichkhun back.

Smiling at Wooyoung's late reaction, Nichkhun pressed more into Wooyoung's mouth. Capturing and at the other boy's lips expertly. Leading Wooyoung into the kiss and tasting him at the same time.

At first, the kiss was sweet and chaste, immature; but as both boys got into it, their passion and souls poured into the kiss, feelings hidden for a long time being exposed and exchange by the tiny act that couples do to deliver their feelings to each other; to let them known to the outside world. Their kissing lasted for a while, tasting each other passionately again and again, savoring the flavor of the passion passed between them by lips touching and tongues . They continued for what seemed forever, and at the same time, a passing moment.

Wooyoung broke the kiss with a last nibble on Nichkhun's lower lip. He did not want to stop, he did not want to let go of that delectable mouth, but his lungs betrayed him, the lack of air forcing him to part away from what he has been wanting to do for ages. Even if he had only loved Nichkhun for a year; for Wooyoung, it was an eternity. He did not realize that his eyes were closed, until he heard Nichkhun speak, the man's luscious deep voice awakening him from his haze.

"Wooyoung-ah, look at me."

Wooyoung obeyed. He looked at Nichkhun, his gaze lingering on the man's lips for a few seconds until they traveled upwards to meet his gaze.

"Did that answer your question?" Nichkhun smiled at Wooyoung; he still cannot believe what just happened. The one thing that he has been wanting for years has finally happened, and he was so happy that he cannot believe that it is actually happening. Maybe this is a dream.. he thought, he pinched himself (without Wooyoung noticing) just to make sure that this is not one of his many fantasies, and felt pain. It was not a dream. He had just confessed to Wooyoung, he had just held Wooyoung in his arms without the other running away from him; he had just kissed Wooyoung without the other rejecting him.

His happiness right now cannot be measured with any measuring system in the world. He wanted to express it so loudly, he wanted to celebrate and let the whole world know about him and Wooyoung; however, all he could do is smile and look at Wooyoung lovingly. This moment was too precious; the mood that was surrounding them was so serene.

 He looked back at Wooyoung, waiting for his reply.  

Huh? was the first thought in Wooyoung's fuzzy mind. He forgot about what happened before the kiss (or kisses).

Ahh!He thought in realization, he remembered; his question to Nichkhun before they kissed. He mentally smiled. Yes, that definitely answered my question, he thought. But he did not say it out loud. He wanted to, but his cheeky side took over, and said something that would probably get him a smack on the head; pouting, and schooling his face into his infamous ang ang expression, cheeks puffing and eyebrows lowering, voice whiny and utterly cute, he said one simple word.

"No."

Nichkhun blinked.

Did Wooyoung just say 'No'? Was he serious? He thought, confused. He stared at the other man's face, melting at his cuteness. However cute or not, Nichkhun was still confused.

Wooyoung chuckled mischievously. He was being a little mean, but playing with Nichkhun and seeing that confused expression on his face was priceless. He took pity on the other man. He loves playing around, but not too much.

"I want to hear you say it, hyung~", he whispered to Nichkhun.

Nichkhun rolled his eyes. So he was just playing around. He sighed at the younger man's antics. He moved a little closer and held Wooyoung closer to his chest, Wooyoung's face filling the crook of his neck, his hot breath caressing his skin.

"So it did answer your question." he said, a little exasperated, but smiling at Wooyoung's cuteness.

"I know. But I want to hear you say it," said Wooyoung, his pout appearing in his voice.

"Why?"

"Because I’ve always wanted to hear you say it to me, in that way."

Heart clenching from god knows what feeling, Nichkhun melted again at Wooyoung's words. They were innocent little words, honest and meaning no harm. And yet, they shook him like an earthquake. He smiled; his heartbeat increasing. He loosened his hold on Wooyoung, peering down at him; he moved his hand and lifted the smaller man's chin upwards, so as to look him in the eye.

"I love you, Jang Wooyoung. I love you." He said in fluent English. All his feelings compressed and shaped into this one little phrase. He said it twice, as if one time was not enough to express the love and affection he felt towards his friend, now turned lover.

The cursed blush that was beginning to recede was back in full force. Wooyoung mentally cursed. He cursed his stupid blush. He cursed Nichkhun for being so charming and breathtaking, he cursed Nichkhun's voice for mesmerizing him; and he cursed that one tiny phrase that Nichkhun uttered and turned his brain into mush.

Despite all that, he was ecstatic. He could happily confess that this was the best moment of his life. The words that he had been longing for were finally said to him, by the person he had wanted to hear those exact three words from.

Wooyoung moved his face upwards. He wanted to share the happiness of hearing those words with Nichkhun; it was not fair for him to be the only one to hear those words. Nichkhun likes him too, and if he is the man Wooyoung has known for the past few years, he would want to hear those words coming from the person he loves too.

Blushing at his bold movements, but continuing nonetheless, he pressed his body closer to Khun, their faces only a centimeter apart, their lips barely touching each other, and said the following words, in English:

"I love you so much, Nichkhun Buck Horvejkul," and kissed him.

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Thank you so much for reading~~ I hope you liked my story :D This is the first time I ever finish writing one of my fanfics (￣▽￣) and I'm sorry if you find any grammar errors in the tenses :/ The story was beta'd but then i re-edited it again, and it somehow got messed up again (￣ ￣|||) if you have any comments or constructive criticism, please don't hesitate to say anything!! (｡◕‿◕｡) I welcome any type of comment to improve my writing xD If i get a lot of reviews, i might even write another fanfic /shamlessly bribing

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