Waking Up in Thailand (oneshot)

[qiguai]

Title: Waking Up in Thailand
Pairing Nichkhun/Will/Golf/Chin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~4000
Warnings: language, alcohol use
Summary: What happens in Thailand stays in Thailand.
Notes: More notes about this fic can be found at the end, but Chin and Golf are Thai musicians, and Will is a Taiwanese musician. This was written because Nichkhun's international bromances amuse me to no end.

Nichkhun pulls his cap further down over his eyes as he steps out of the gate. Other passengers shuffle by him unawares, and a quick glance around the airport reveals no waiting fans. He breathes a sigh of relief, but keeps the hat and sunglasses on. He can never be too careful. Being recognized would mean turning right back around and hopping on the next flight back to Korea. No one knows he's even left the country, so he'd have an awful lot of explaining to do if he got caught. What a hassle. A small crowd hovers outside the gate. Waiting families hold signs indicating the names of their loved ones. Hugs are exchanged. Children squeal with joy at the presents shoved into their hands from those arriving. He smiles to himself. There's something perpetually cheerful and at the same time horribly lonely about airports, depending on the timing. Amongst the parents and siblings, children and spouses, is a pair of young men decked out similarly to Nichkhun. One has a dark beanie pulled tight over his hair and a pair of huge black sunglasses covering the top half of his face. If Nichkhun hadn't been looking for him, he would have blended in perfectly. Well, he might have, if his hunched-over figure and nervous head movements didn't make him painfully obvious. The other, the picture of subtlety as always, sports an obviously expensive brown leather jacket, a matching fedora and his best pair of Gucci sunglasses that do nothing to hide his signature smirking mouth. He holds a small cardboard sign in his hand with barely legible words scribbled on in black marker: Stupid Prince, Your Carriage Awaits. Chin lets his glasses fall down his nose when Nichkhun grabs the sign from his hands and rips it up on the spot. Nichkhun returns his friend's smirk with a wry smile of his own. "You're lucky none of your fans saw you," he grumbles, but Chin shrugs and turns to leave. Golf, with his beanie and his huge glasses and his constant nerves, looks between the two of them and stumbles to follow Chin on instinct. "Like it's any of their business why I'm here," Chin replies over his shoulder. "So what's the plan this time?" Nichkhun asks as he settles into the back of Chin's car. He can't be bothered to check or ask about the model, but it's the gleaming, sleek kind that rumble seductively beneath the hood and make the driver look confident without even trying. Not that the driver needs any help with that. Chin removes his fedora and plops it onto Golf's head as his friend sinks into the leather of the passenger seat. Golf rolls his eyes and tosses it into the back seat. Nichkhun removes his dull ball cap and puts the fedora on. The sunglasses stay on, though, and Chin looks out over them through the rear-view mirror. "The usual." He winks and the car roars to a start under his name brand sneaker. "Not at my house this time, okay?" Golf implores in a tired voice. Chin shrugs. "We'll see." And the bickering Nichkhun is used to ensues, though they all know who will win in the end, the one who steers the vehicle out of the airport parking lot and zooms onto the highway. Nichkhun can't even remember the first time he met Chin or Golf. It may have been at some event he attended with 2PM, or it could have been at one of his countless solo commitments. Hell, it could have been both, but he doesn't think it matters, really. He met one of them through the other, or maybe he met them individually, but forgot until he saw them again, together. Parties, events, they all tend to melt together in his memory. They're the friends he can forget for months, but drop in on any time and they'll be there. They're two of the very small number of people he believes is honest with him no matter what, and that means something. Especially in their world. It's hell to be pop stars. An idea pops into Nichkhun's head, and nags him until he wrestles his cell phone out of his pocket. It's a dumb idea with absolutely no chance of working. Nonetheless, his fingers play over the glossy keys until he finds the number in his phonebook. "You guys mind making a trip back to the airport in a while?" he asks vacantly. Chin's eyes flash over his glasses again with only the slightest hint of annoyance. "Sure, man." "Something wrong?" Golf asks, twisting around in his seat to look at Nichkhun. "Haha, nah. I just had the weirdest idea." He leans back against the seat and listens to the dull ringing of the dial tone. There's no way he'll pick up, Nichkhun thinks. And then he does. A yawning voice answers, "Wei?" He sits up in the seat in surprise. "Hey, man, it's Khun," he almost laughs into the phone. "Oh, hey," Will says, kinder this time. "It's been a while. What's up?" He takes a deep breath, smiling to himself. "This is going to sound crazy." A dry laugh. "Spill." "Do you feel like coming to Thailand?" Four hours later, after a leisurely lunch at a restaurant which didn't appreciate how long they stayed, the three of them line up outside yet another gate in the airport. A woman announces over the intercom that a flight from Taipei is about to arrive, and Nichkhun bounces in place. He's been idle too long; even his legs are itching to get things started. Despite the calm, smooth smile on Chin's face, the agitated way his fingers dance at his sides against his jeans says he's just as ready to go. Golf's given up at trying to guess what Nichkhun's up to, slouching in one of the gate seat with a leg crossed lazily across the other. They're attracting more attention this time, if only because seeing three young men in huge sunglasses indoors is more than a little suspicious. The passengers begin to file out with their heavy bags and tired eyes. One man walks out looking particularly exhausted in a designer jacket and huge shades, about as subtle as Chin but less ostentatious about it. His full lips form a smile when he spots Nichkhun and he gives the three of them a small wave. They hug briefly and Nichkhun keeps an arm around Will's shoulders as he says to Chin and Golf, "And then there were four." As expected, neither Chin nor Golf has ever heard of Will, and Will's never heard of either of them, but no one is the least bit displeased. Chin walks right up and hugs Will around the shoulders with a laughing, "Hey, bro," and Will just laughs back. Golf extends his hand in a more formal greeting, which Will returns with a grin and a look at Nichkhun. "You're insane." The walk back to the car proves more challenging this time. Some girls take their pictures with their cell phones, not knowing who they are but knowing that they're someone, and that's enough to ruin the mood. "In honor of Will joining us," Chin says cheerfully as they climb into the car gloomily, "I say we make this trip special." A grin creeps onto Nichkhun's face. "Special, how?" Golf heaves a sigh as if knowing what Chin is about to say. "Party at Golf's house?" "Party at Golf's house!" Nichkhun returns. Will cheers even though he has no idea what's going on while Golf tries in vain to convince them to choose another location. Problem is, there aren't many other fully stocked, empty mansions around. "Okay, but you guys need to help me clean up this time," Golf pouts. They all smile at the serious look on his face, never taking him seriously, but Nichkhun pats him on the arm. Maybe he'll help; it'll depend on how tonight goes. Chin snatches his hat back from Nichkhun and shoves it onto his head. "Well then, sit back and relax, ladies, we have a bit of a drive ahead of us." Even sitting in the most comfortable of cars become tortuous after a while on the road. An hour into their drive, Nichkhun is sprawled across the back, leaning against Will who probably minds but doesn't mention it. Golf is napping and Chin is tapping his hands on the steering wheel to some beat of his own. With a sudden bark of a laugh, he twists around to look at Nichkhun. "How about some music, huh?" Like that would make this any less awkward, but he nods. Anything is better than silence in theory. A slow, relaxed bass booms low from the speakers behind Nichkhun and he bobs his head along with it. Will seems to relax, too, his fingers tapping the beat on the car door's armrest. Only Golf scoffs, rolling his head back and smacking his lips. "You would put on your song." Another smirk, Nichkhun sees it reflected in the rear-view mirror. "A good song is a good song, bro." He shoves Golf when he rolls his eyes. "What, should I put on yours instead?" "That's okay," Golf mumbles self-consciously. "But it's a good song." Chin chuckles and nods. "Yes, Golf, it's a very nice song." He pats his friend's head and ignores the glare he earns in return. Nichkhun feels Will laugh against his side. Chin's eyes pop into view in the mirror again as he winks at the two of them. "Know what's a real good song?" He plays around with his stereo for a minute before an all-too familiar voice floats through the speakers. "I'll be back!" Golf bursts out singing, complete with nonsense attempts at Korean as he drowns out Junsu's voice with his own. Nichkhun runs a hand over his eyes. "Do we really have to do this?" he asks, but no one hears him because they're all too busy singing along. He buries his face in his arms and laughs secretly. "Come on, Nichkhun, you're up!" Chin shouts as Nichkhun's rap starts, but he chooses to do the honors himself. Somehow he manages to make the words seem even more ridiculous in the process, and Nichkhun smacks the back of Chin's head as he wraps up. Beside him, Will is covering his face to hide how hard he's laughing, so Nichkhun punches him, too, for good measure. "You all suck," Nichkhun growls, but he's smiling. "That song did really well, you know." "Like that means anything," Will counters. "You would know, wouldn't you?" The slightest hint of a glare creates lines between Will's eyes, but he doesn't respond. In the front seat, Chin puts on his best shocked face and shoves Golf's shoulder. The two peek at their passengers in anticipation. "Aw, did I make you mad, ge?" Nichkhun reaches up and pats Will's cheeks between his palms. "Don't be so upset," he coos and makes kissy faces while he squeezes his friend's cheeks together. Will frowns, albeit unconvincingly, and pushes Nichkhun's hands away. "You're not in Korea, man. Quit with the gay shit." "Because you Taiwanese singers never do it, too," Nichkhun replies dryly. At that, Will laughs again and he doesn't stop Nichkhun from messing with his face. "We do what sells, man. What sells." And how true that is. "That touching stuff really sells?" Golf asks with meek curiosity. Nichkhun grins. "Like you wouldn't believe." Turning back around, Golf looks at his hands. Then, very quietly, he says, "You know, Chin, maybe we-" "Touch me and I'll cut off your dick, bro." Another smirk flashes in the rear view mirror to Nkchkhun. "You're a bad influence." "Uh-uh," Nichkhun yawns back. "Always breaking your promises." He chuckles, "When did I ever do that?" "You were supposed to hook me up!" He smacks the steering wheel playing and heaves an exaggerated sigh. "Girls, man, girls! You said you'd help me." He makes a tsking sound and shakes his head sadly. Will gives Nichkhun a knowing look and rolls his eyes as Nichkhun sits back up in his seat. "Like you need any help." "A promise is a promise," his friend replies with utter solemnity. "Besides, aren't you married or something?" He groans. "That's just for a show." "But your wife's in a girl band, right? She's got to have some cute friends, right?" A grin. "Sure, if you like 'em young." That makes Chin pause. "How young?" "Three to five years younger than you." Chin lets out a sound that's a mix between a sigh, a groan and a cough. "Young girls are lame, man." "Tell that to Korea." "Tell that to Thailand, too," Golf interjects and Nichkhun nods in agreement. "Tell that to the world," Will concludes and they all chuckle to themselves. They pull off of the highway and onto a much smaller road. A few cars peel around them; one, full of young girls, pulls right up beside them and their gawking faces make Nichkhun sink down lower into the seat. Better safe than sorry. Chin steers them into a neighborhood that screams wealth with its huge villas, impeccable lawns and impressive array of vehicles parked in the garages. "How old did you say your fake wife was again?" Chin asks with one last sly smile as they pull into Golf's driveway. Nichkhun hops out of the car and grabs the hat off of Chin's head. "Just give up, will you?" Looking at the four of them, an outsider would never think that Chin is the youngest. Hell, even Nichkhun has trouble believing it sometimes. As soon as the party starts, Chin is in his element while the other three cluster together until their young, fearless leader forces them into the mix. Two hours in, Nichkhun's lost sigh of Will and he feels a little guilty, seeing as he's the one who invited him. Golf is seated on the overstuffed coach with a girl on either side, looking extremely uncomfortable as he tries to balance a conversation with both of them. Nichkhun has a girl on his arm, too, but he'd missed her name in the five-second introduction Chin made before pretty much shoving them together and running off. Somewhere in the distance of the dimly lighted room, Nichkhun can hear Chin laughing. "You look familiar," she says with a smile as Nichkhun hands her another beer. A fleeting moment of panic makes Nichkhun glance nervously her way, but she just keeps smiling. "Is that so?" Her reply is a muffled giggle against his chest and he decides to drop the subject. When she drags him by the arm toward the center of the living room-- if you could call it that, it looks more like a ballroom-- he bumps into someone. Turning around, he sees Will in a similar situation, only he's being dragged away from the dancing and toward a couch. "Pissed at me?" Nichkhun shouts. A flash of a grin is followed by a mouthed, "Totally." While the girl bumps and grinds in a way Nichkhun assumes is supposed to be arousing but he finds more embarrassing, and a little amusing, he surveys the other dancers, looking for his friends. Golf has disappeared from his couch, Will is on another with a group of girls around him listening to him tell a story which is probably ninety-perfect truth and ten-percent Will's bored imagination, and Chin is leaning against a wall with a very pretty girl whispering something into his ear and her arms wrapped around his waist in an obviously possessive way. Even from a distance, Nichkhun can see the vague amusement in Chin's expression and the slight curiosity as he replies to whatever she'd said. Over the heavy music, glass shatters. The majority of the party doesn't notice, but Nickhun instinctively looks around the room. He spies Golf cornered against the arm of one of the couches with a girl crawling over his lap with an intoxicated, laughing smile. His drink, the source of the noise, is in a dangerous pool of liquid and glass shards on the floor. Golf says something to the girl, trying to move away but finding himself trapped, and the girl only moves closer. Nichkhun turns around to try and get Chin's attention and finds his friend already carefully and politely removing his companion's arms and, despite her obvious protests, leaving her to save Golf. Golf's look of child-like relief when Chin arrives makes Nichkhun grin and the girl dancing with him looks up at him in confusion. "Did I do something funny?" she asks and he shakes his head, keeping his eyes trained on his friends. Chin helps Golf to his feet and together they help the girl to hers. The second she's standing, she looks exhausted and puzzled, so they lead her out of the room to call her a cab. The pair re-enter the room laughing, Chin's arm around Golf's shoulders and Golf's face bright red. Saying a quick goodbye to his dance partner and ignoring her protests, Nichkhun gently pushes through the crowd to join Chin and Golf on the couch they've settled on. As soon as Nichkhun sits down, Will comes stumbling out of the crowd, similarly minus any girls, and crashes onto the seat next to Nichkhun. "This party is crazy," Will laughs as he sinks into the soft cushions. "Golf's parties are off the hook," Chin laughs and claps Golf hard on the back. "Like I'm the one planning them," Golf mutters, but he smiles at his friend and leans back into the couch. Nichkhun just sighs and lets his eyes close. "You two are something else," he murmurs, not expecting them to hear him. A hand pats his head, like one would a dog or a child. "At least we're not boring," Chin replies in a mumble near Nichkhun's ear and Nichkhun laughs out loud. "Nope," he agrees. "Definitely not boring." This time Chin doesn't hear him, because he's too busy calling out to someone to bring the four of them another round of drinks. There's a sharp pain in Nichkhun's side, so he rolls away from the cause of the pain only to be stopped by something else nearly jabbing him in the eye. Luckily, in his brain-splitting hung-over state, he manages to feel the mysterious offender touch his eyelid before it had the chance to do real damage. He forces his sleep-swollen eyes open and comes face-to-face with an elbow. Two things cross his mind, the first being that someone is sleeping next to him and, as an idol, the threat of scandals and publicity and ruin always follows such an event. Secondly, whomever possesses this elbow could not be physically capable of being connected to whatever is continuing to assault his side. His head lolls over to find a knee crammed firmly against the lower left part of his back. The knee of a different person, of course. The knee of a man, or a very liberated woman, judging from the hair. A sigh of relief leaves his dry mouth and he starts to laugh. "Stop movin'," the body behind him grumbles. An arm springs up and around Nichkhun's middle. "You're shakin' the bed," his half-asleep bedmate yawns. Nichkhun pinches the hand and it retracts with a grunt. "It's a little alarming how not bothered you are by this." "Hm?" Chin pops up from the bed and peers around. Nichkhun takes the opportunity to look across the rest of the bed as well and runs a hand over his face. The elbow that nearly took out his eye turns out to belong to Will, who is stretched out next to Nichkhun and drooling all over Golf's five-hundred thread count sheets, while their host snuggles up rather cutely against the Taiwanese pop star's back. "I don't know," Chin chuckles, "it's kinda cute." Nichkhun glances over to Chin and smirks. "Should we wake them?" "It'll be freaking awkward if they catch us watching." "True enough." The two of them crawl out of Golf's incredibly-- or in this case, luckily-- huge bed and take a moment to stretch before turning their attention to their friends. Nichkhun takes hold of Will's foot and drags him away from Golf, who mumbles something in his sleep before rolling onto his back. Will doesn't even react. A few kind pats on the shoulder prove ineffective as well, but the second Nichkhun pokes at the older man's sides, Will erupts into a fitful stream of laughter and shoots up in bed. He glances around the room. Looks at Nichkhun. Looks at Chin. Looks down at Golf, still sleeping soundly in the bed next to him, and then he looks at himself. That's when Nichkhun notices, too, that somehow in the course of the night all four of them had changed into pajamas. Judging from how the pants end a little too short at the ankle on Nichkhun and a little too long on Will, they must be Golf's. "The hell?" he croaks. Nichkhun shrugs. "'Yo," Chin mumbles, slapping Golf's leg. "'Yo, Golf, bro, man, 'yo." The final "'yo" is punctuated with a hard slap on Golf's ass the the boy practically screams. Flailing in the bed, Golf grabs the blankets and pulls them around him, cowering by the headboard and glaring at all of them. "What the hell did you do?" He looks pointedly at Chin. "Why does this always happen when you come over?" Nichkhun's eyebrows fly up and all he can do is gape at Will and shake is head. The only one unaffected is Chin, who scratches his stomach and yawns again. "Such a baby," he grumbles. "Any idea where my clothes are? I have to record today." And with that, he starts to wander around Golf's room. Soon Nichkhun and Will join them, if nothing else to try and forget whatever just happened. "Did he mean this happens often?" Will hisses to Nichkhun when Chin is a good distance away. "Hell if I know," he replies and the look on Will's face makes him snort back a laugh. "Thailand sure is different." "You have no idea." After dropping Will off at his gate, Nichkhun, Chin and Golf gather at another to say their goodbyes. Both Will and Nichkhun had missed their scheduled flights, but neither of them bother complaining. With very little sleep and massive headaches, Golf and Chin manage a few weak but kind sentiments. "Don't be a stranger." "Next time, not at my house." "Ignore him. Get some sleep on the plane." "But I'm serious..." "Seriously," Chin says with a smile Nichkhun can tell is genuine and happy even behind Chin's dark lenses. "Come back soon." A laugh hurts Nichkhun's raw throat, but he smiles anyway. "Definitely." Over the speakers, a stewardess announces the last call for boarders. With a little wave and another half-smile, Nichkhun leaves his friends in the exact place he found them: standing all alone at the edge of the gate, completely obvious in their attempts to hide and not at all bothered by it, and always, always waiting for Nichkhun's eventual return. The first thing Nichkhun does when he gets on the plane is send his manager a text inquiring about the dates for his next vacation. A man has to have priorities, after all, and if he had his choice of all the men in the world to accidentally wake up next to, he knows exactly who he'd choose. Some notes: - For anyone who doesnt know, as I'm posting this in a kpop community, Chin, Golf and Will are all pop idols in their own countries. Chin is a solo singer in Thailand. Golf is now solo but is known for being in a Thai duo with his younger brother, Golf & Mike, who have also been involved in the Japanese market. Will Pan is a very famous Taiwanese pop singer one of whose recent music videos Nichkhun was a part of. - Believe it or not, this does have some basis. Nichkhun keeps up friendships with Chin, Golf and Will through twitter and, I believe, Facebook. - All four of them are multilingual, their common language being English, so all dialogue in this fic is supposed to be spoken English. Chin speaks Thai, English and French fluently, Will speaks Mandarin and English fluently and Golf speaks Thai with fairly fluent English as well, his English is the worst out of all four. - Nichkhun calls Will "ge" at a point, which is Mandarin for brother. It's similar in meaning and usage to the Korean "hyung." - The songs by Chin and Golf which they refer to early on are Lunla (Chin's most recent single) and Take Me to Ur Bed (Golf's most recent single). - Golf's house is seriously huge. Seriously.