nicojoo
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At sixteen, Nicholas is far too old to be adopted. The most he can hope for is that the foster homes he'll be shuffled between for the next two years aren't completely terrible.
Then he ends up on Fuma and Yudai's doorstep.
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- Part 1 of ease my sunburn
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“Yeah, why not,” Nicholas says with a laugh of his own, slumping back into his seat with crossed arms, a satisfied cat. “I wear a couple dresses and skirts and whatnot; you tell your uncle your girlfriend can’t speak Korean and then, boom. You and I get to live it up on the beach… Besides, I know how much you miss it there.”
He clears his throat, but his voice cracks anyway when he adds, “What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t do this for you?”
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Nicholas rolls his eyes, the corner of his mouth pulling upwards into—and Euijoo hates to say it, because it sounds like a fucking cliche, and he is so not that kind of boy—but it’s a smirk. Wang Nicholas is smirking at Byun Euijoo. “All of my friends know each other,” he says, slowly, leaning forward. “And their friends know each other too, ad infinitum. So I need someone outside of that group, since they’d all know immediately that I was lying if I showed up with someone they knew. You get me?”
“You need me because I’m boring,” Euijoo summarises. “And because nobody knows me.”
“Something like that,” says Nicholas, and he looks way too casual for someone who’s asking another boy to fake date him.
or: Nicholas is really hot, really rich, and really far out of Euijoo’s league. So, what does he need Euijoo for?
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Nicholas leans against the concrete wall by the station. He has to look up to meet Euijoo’s eyes, just a tiny lift of his chin. Euijoo keeps seeing the vague outlines of what Nicholas is thinking seconds before he even thinks it. In this industry—in this awful, vapid industry—it’s a virtue. Euijoo hasn’t spoken to someone this open, who makes him want to open up like this in years.
“I guess I just keep wondering,” Nicholas says, shy and unflinching in equal measure, looking right at him. “Does anybody really know you?”
Byun Euijoo is an actor with walls a mile high. Enter Wang Yixiang, his new stylist.
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Nicholas forces himself to look down at his lap. Vertigo hits him quick and hard. His hands are—not his hands. They’re thin, tapered, a couple shades darker. He blinks a few times. His brain tells them to move and then they do. No delay. He looks at them, clenching and relaxing: bone, muscle, sinew, tendon, skin. All under his control.
These are Euijoo’s hands. They shake a little. He has to swallow a scream.
On the first day of summer, Nicholas wakes up inside Euijoo's body.