Mainly about Nichkhun. Lots of Khunyoung too! The beginning seems really boring, but trust me, a bunch of drama happens. By the way, each part has the title of a 2pm song.

If you're not Korean:

Mook ji ba = kind of like an advanced version of rock, paper, scissors.

Hyung = what a guy calls his older brother/ guy friend

Soju = alcohol

Maknae = youngest person

Satoori = a country/ almost slang sounding accent that uses slightly informal words

Gwaja = chips

2pm = amazing K-pop group.

Nichkhun = "Thai Prince" He's actually Thai, and then moved to the United States, where he was found and asked to become a star in Korea. He moved to Korea, and learned Korean, dancing, acrobatics, and singing in 3 years. Manly, muscular body but adorable baby face J He can speak Thai, English, most Korean, and a little Chinese.

Woo young = "Ssanti King" He's not the youngest, but has a youthful appearance. He's still muscular, but more lithe. He's an amazing dancer.

Junho = He has chinky eyes, but still adorable. He looks like Bi's twin with the same face! He's an amazing dancer, like a second Michael Jackson.

Junsu = The main vocalist and is hilarious when using satoori

Taecyeon = Has amazing abs, but also acts cute. Amazing rapper! He lived in Boston for awhile, and has an almost perfect American accent.

Chansung = "Maknae" Looks like he would be older, but is actually the youngest. He loves food.

Jaeboem = The leader of 2pm; Known for his 6 pack, the "2pm" sign shaved on the side of his head and b-boy dance skills. He grew up in Seattle, so he's better at English than Korean. After awhile, Korea started to stress him out since he wasn't perfect at the language or culture so he went back to Seattle. We all hope he comes back!

Part One: Without U

"Yah, let's get some soju!" Junsu groaned. It was a boring evening. 2pm was sprawled over the living room in their house.

"You get it." Khun mumbled, rolling over a pillow.

"And gwaja!" Chansung added, rubbing his stomach.

"We ate dinner half an hour ago!" Taecyeon laughed, poking Chansung. Chansung poked him back, and soon the two boys were wrestling playfully on the floor. Taecyeon dominated of course. Those muscles weren't a joke.

"Let's play mook ji ba to see who buys it!" Wooyoung decided. Nobody argued, and Woo threw a fist into the air. "Let the mook ji ba tournament begin!" First, it was Junho against Junsu. The two Jun brothers struggled, but after a heated battle, Junho proved to be the winner. Next, was Junho and Taecyeon. Junho, the master of Korean games, won again. He beat Nichkhun as well. He must've lost his luck, because Wooyoung beat him easily, and then lost to Chansung.

After a while, it was only Nichkhun and Wooyoung left.

"Kai bai bo!" They said in unison. They both had the same position. And then the same ones again for three times in a row.

"Kai bai bo!" Wooyoung had scissors, and Khun groaned when he saw he had paper. "Have mercy, hyung!" He moaned.

Wooyoung smiled evilly, and Khun collapsed in mock horror when they both had rock. Nichkhun had to buy the soju for everyone.

Everyone cheered. "Wooyoung ah…" Khun moaned in agony and tumbled into Wooyoung. They both rolled around together, laughing.

Finally, Nichkhun had to get the soju sooner or later. Taking some money and slipping on a hoodie, Khun headed out the front door. He wore sunglasses too. He wasn't in the mood to be crushed by fans on the way to get soju.

He slipped outside and shuddered. It was chilly and the rain had just stopped. He jogged across the street and into the grocery store, and in no time he had a shopping bag with two bottles of soju and bags of chips.

Khun stepped outside and waited for the streetlight to change. His phone started vibrating in his pocket and he slipped it out. He grinned with glee when he saw it was his hyung, Nichan. He answered and started to speak in Thai.

"Brother! I miss you! What's up?" Khun almost danced right there on the street. It's been long since he had a long talk with his brother.

He stopped and tried to make out the reply on the other end. He only heard a cough and a choke. "Yah, Nichan, are you okay?"

Nichkhun's eyes slowly widened when he realized his older brother, Nichan, was sobbing like a baby on the other end. He desperately hopped up and down, wishing he could appear in the United States with his family. "Nichan, are you okay? What's wrong, are you hurt? Nichan?"

Finally, his brother managed to take a deep breath and Khun struggled to hear. "My God, brother…. Something bad happened." He gulped back another sob. "I… I… We…. Our…."

"Nichan! What is it! Tell me!"

"Nichkhun, I-I-I can't believe this myself. But, our mother passed away last night."

Khun froze. He was surprised his heart didn't stop. He began shaking harder, and not because of the cold. "Yah! Nichan! Don't joke around with me, this isn't funny."

"Brother… I-I-I'm not joking."

"NO. Mom was and is healthy."

"That's what we thought. She was a little stressed out and had a fever this past week. All of a sudden she died in her sleep. Our sister found her dead in the morning."

Tears streamed down Khun's face, but he quickly brushed them away. No. He couldn't be weak now. But the thought of his mom dying… And he never got to say his last "I love you." He couldn't even see her face.

"Thanks, Nichan. For…. Telling me early. I'll think of something." He quickly hung up without waiting for a reply. Water in his eyes blurred his view. He could barely make out the shape of buildings. His own mother. Dead. Why his? Why?

Without thinking, Nichkhun let out a frustrated yell and ran forward as fast as he could. The only thing was that cars were still streaming forward. And the worst part was that when Khun was almost on the other side, a car came rolling past and slammed into Khun, knocking him out and throwing him against a telephone pole.

"Where's Nichkhun with the snacks and drinks?" Chansung grumbled. "He's been gone for thirty minutes."

"Maybe the line at the grocery store is long." Junsu mumbled.

"Big head but little brain." Taecyeon laughed, punching Junsu gently in the shoulder. "What lines? It's 11 at night." Everyone started talking casually.

Wooyoung leaned against the couch, thinking thoughtfully by himself. Why would Khun take this long? He stood up. "Guys, I'll get some ice cream."

"But… we already have ice cream." Junho mumbled absentmindedly as Wooyoung walked out the door.

Wooyoung shivered, embracing the chill. Khun shouldn't be out this long; he would get a cold. His ears perked and he cocked his head when he noticed an ambulance squealing to a stop on the street. A small mob was gathered around.

Woo squinted, and he froze. Could that be….

A girl in the mob was crying and held up a Nichkhun place card.

He was instantly filled with dread and disbelief. His legs turned to jelly, but he managed to sprint and push past others. The crying girls hardly noticed Wooyoung.

"Yah! Khun hyung, get up!" Wooyoung cried, falling to his knees. He gently picked up his head and when he looked at his hand, he saw it was covered in warm blood. His lower lip trembled.

Khun's arm was sticking out at a weird angle, and small cuts covered his body, as well as a painful gash on his forehead. The ambulance men motioned for Wooyoung to get out of the way, but he refused and helped Khun up with their help.

"Nichkhun. Don't." He whispered. He felt his wrist, and could hardly feel the pulse.

It was all his fault too. Tears streamed down his face when he realized Nichkhun could die.