The kiss, nichkhun/wooyoung, pg, 1k, fluff
Nichkhun finally encounters his mysterious kisser.

Nichkhun wants to pinch himself to make sure he's not dreaming.

It was not Victoria or Yuri. He knows that, he kissed them before and none tastes like..., like that kiss, like the kiss. That one bewitching kiss that melted his insides and filled his heart with fluttering butterflies.

That one magical kiss that left Nichkhun feeling like he hadn't truly kissed before. It wasn't about skillful kissing technique. It was far from skillful, it was actually rather messy, and awkward. But it was a good mess, and awkwardly perfect.

It was genuine. It was honest.

It was the first time anyone kissed him with such affection, adoration and acceptance that made him feel honored to be in the receiving end of that kiss. And intrigued.

He wanted more.

He remember smiling as they parted. Feeling the soft puffs of breath from his kisser falling on his face. And a hushed " Who are you?" left his kissed-drunk lips.

There were no replies but the shuffling noise of somebody getting up, the warm hand that rests on his shoulder replaced by cold air, and if his arms weren't tied down and his eyes weren't blindfolded Nichkhun would've lurch forward to get this person in his arms and sealed him/her there forever. There's a soft thud of a door closing and Nichkhun knew his kisser was gone.

When Taecyeon came for him in the quiet classroom and led him to the gym, unfolded his blinds and released his tied hands, it wasn't the screams of "Happy birthday!!" that Nichkhun looked for. It wasn't the faces of his friends and past girlfriends his eyes searched. He was looking for somebody .

Somebody he never saw, whose name eludes him, but was somebody he will never forget.
Their kiss won't let him forget.



Today is exactly one year after that perfect kiss.

Nichkhun found himself tied up yet again, blindfolded by his surprise-party-crazed bestfriend Taecyeon again. But instead of being in his classroom, he was in his own room. Instead of cold hard chair, he was sitting crossed leg on his warm rug, his tied hands rest ceremoniously on his lap.

Instead of Taecyeon coming for him. It was someone else.

Nichkhun's heart thumps faster as his blinds were carefully taken off. Soft tips grazed the skin of his temple in the process and his heart jumped when he finally opened his eyes.

No, its not Yuri. Not Victoria either. It is that person. It is the person . It is the perfect person and Nichkhun want to thank his parents for all their previous good deeds that made him a very lucky man.

Because heaven is obviously shining down on him right now.

Nichkhun swallowed. Can't hide the smile forming on his face as he saw who it was reciprocating his smile back to him, in a nervous shy way.

He wanted to pinch himself to make sure he's not dreaming. That this is real. That this is actually happening.

That it is really Wooyoung his eyes see.



Wooyoung gingerly climbed onto Nichkhun's lap. That shy timid boy that never, never, bold enough to initiate any kind of interaction-let alone skinship towards Nichkhun, despite the fact that Nichkhun had clearly displays his unnerving affection for him , is placing himself, literally, on Nichkhun’s lap.

There were uncertainty behind those small eyes as he lower himself to finally set to sit on Nichkhun's thighs. Nichkhun watched with amazement. Wooyoung's face more flushed than Nichkhun had ever seen him. But Wooyoung was smiling. A nervous gentle smile that made Nichkhun's breath catch. Because Wooyoung was stunning. Like a beautifully drawn picture. Only that he’s real.

His shiny black fringe sway lazily as he look down to meet Nichkhun's eyes. His hand clutching on Nichkhun's front shirt and Nichkhun could feel his heart drumming its full percussion as the smaller boy tugged it to draw himself closer. Nichkhun felt the air thickened around his neck, suddenly too heavy to breathe in. He wanted to say something but Wooyoung puckered his lips slightly and hushed him.

Tilting his head as he leans near, Wooyoung closed the gap between them quietly, shutting his eyes when he was a breath away and trusting his heart to guide him to Nichkhun.

Nichkhun raised his chin , parted his lips and welcomes Wooyoung. He was so amazed , he didn't once blinked the whole time Wooyoung progressed. It was only when he felt the soft press of Wooyoung's lips that Nichkhun allows his eyes to flutters closed.


And his heart explodes.


Wooyoung was soft. Wooyoung was sweet. Sweeter than honey, softer than silk. The way he mew Nichkhun's bottom lips gently, like testing the waters. He's in love and he knew it, Nichkhun falls into the kiss.

Nichkhun lift his hand and cupped Wooyoung's face, returning Wooyoung's kiss with the same gentleness, same amount of feel. He breathes Wooyoung in, filling his head with Wooyoung's scent. The familiar taste of Wooyoung in his mouth, the feel of his weight , his tight grip around his back. This is it. He found it. That perfect kiss. And It is heaven.

" Wooyoung.." Nichkhun heaved.

Wooyoung broke the kiss , a content sigh escapes his lips and Nichkhun smiled, his eyes still closed.

" It was you wasn't it. " Nichkhun stated. He wasn't even asking anymore. He knew Wooyoung knew . He opened his eyes.

Wooyoung smirked sheepishly. Burning cheeks and love so gentle gleams in his eyes. He leaned close and meet Nichkhun lips again to answer that question.

Nichkhun raised his tied wrist, looped them over Wooyoung’s head and rest them around Wooyoung's back, bringing him closer . He closed his eyes and let their kiss slowly drown the world around them.

Wooyoung is in his arm.

Wooyoung is kissing him.

Everything else is irrelevant.