Closed Walls, Opened Doors and Closet Floors: #3 A Tale of Two Floors
Series: Closed Walls, Opened Doors and Closet Floors
Title: A Tale of Two Floors
Genre: Fluff. A shit ton of it. There's talk of smut, but it's in the past.
Summary: Things happen on the 8th floor and the 5th floor after the previous nights shenanigans. Like an incomplete echo, some things are similar yet with vastly different outcomes.
A/N: My very very dear friend mjxcheryl is the source of myungyeol inspiration as well as the cleaner-upper of all my formatting and language quirks. The plot came to me while I was sick and on panadol, and while I was browsing through woogyu stuff and getting all the feels. Also, sassy Howon is my favourite when it comes to writing.
5th Floor
knock knock knock Howon raps his knuckles on the polished black door while glancing at his wristwatch. It reads 9am, a socially acceptable time for waking someone up, he’s sure. After standing outside and looking like some jilted lover for the past 15 minutes, he decides to use the key he was given (or did he take it? he can’t really recall)
“Yah, last warning guys, I’m coming in and I hope I don’t see anything I’m not supposed to!”
The sight that greets him is a confusing yet slightly familiar one.
Myungsoo’s fast asleep, flat on his tummy as his head tilts sideways resting on the chest of the lanky figure lying prone next to him. It is not the first time that a sleeping Myungsoo has turned Sungyeol into his very own human bolster, with one of his legs draped over the other’s waist and one arm wrapped possessively in a tight embrace. Howon notes, mildly surprised, that neither of them are unclothed. The other more shocking fact is that this time, Sungjong appears to be underneath the mess of limbs that he calls the "Myungyeol couple".
He knows he’d probably be beaten mercilessly by Sungjong for this, but Howon can’t resist taking out his handphone to snap a few pictures in various angles, stifling a cackle that’s threatening to emerge. Once he’s satisfied that he has all the blackmail material he needs, he switches the camera sound of his phone to the loudest possible volume and takes one last picture.
CLICK!
A startled Sungjong jolts awake, causing the two who were entangled above him to be flung uncomfortably to the hard floor
“Ouch … the fuck?"
“What...was that for"
“LEE HOWON!!! What the hell are you doing?!”
In unison, the three voices began to complain and swear at the intruder.
Finally allowing himself to laugh freely, Howon danced suavely out of their reach and waved his phone at them.
“Now now, is that any way to treat your dear friend who came all the way here to check if you guys got home safely in one piece after yesterday?”
Sungjong wishes he could punch that smirk out of Howon’s face and wax his eyebrows off tonight as revenge for the rude awakening when he meets the gaze of the other two and the realisation of what their current position looks like hits all three of them simultaneously.
“It’s not what you think it -
“The fuck, don’t tell me you guys did THINGS on me?!”
“…I didn’t?”
Laughing to himself, fully aware of the commotion he has caused, Howon slipped out the door, but not before popping his head back in one final time. “You guys might want to think of how you’re gonna bribe me to delete this~” and with a final wave, got the hell out of there.
8th Floor
Get me the hell out of here.
Karma was swift when Sunggyu flung his two bedmates out of bed so that he could continue his hibernation under warm fluffy blankets. After jolting awake and regaining their senses, the two victims launched a full scale attack, yanking off his blankets and pouncing on him with - kisses?
That was rather unexpected… Sunggyu thought as he struggled to escape from the pair of soft lips and strong arms that were pinning him down on the bed. The lips halted their movement for a moment.
“Well, what do we have here Mr Jang?”
“I believe we have caught the criminal who kicked us out of bed Mr Nam.”
“Yes, and it was a lovely bed too. What shall the punishment be, Mr Jang?”
“TICKLES AND KISSES!”
Sunggyu couldn’t help but laugh at the mock-seriousness of their conversation. And soon enough, all he could do was to laugh, due to some very efficient fingers tickling him in all the areas he knew he was sensitive and even in areas that he didn’t.
“Let me go, let me go!” he laugh-cried as he attempted to wriggle his way free.
“LET IT GO, LET IT GO~” sang Dongwoo at the top of his lungs.
“Not until you say the magic words~” teased Woohyun, wriggling his eyebrows.
Sunggyu could be stubborn when he wanted to (who am I kidding, Sunggyu’s stubborn all the time). He pursed his lips and shook his head even as the tickles intensified and the groping became a little too intentional to be accidental. Just as he was about to give in, a voice from the door startles him.
Howon is staring at them from the door with an unreadable expression.
“Jang Dongwoo…”
“No no no no no it’s not like that…?”
"…how could you start without me?”
Howon smirks as he joins the three in the bed, tugging his tank top off his tan muscular body. The other two shift slightly to allow him room to join them in their grope-fest.
Taken aback and more than a little confused, Sunggyu takes advantage of their movement to squirm upright and puts his arms in front to stop their advance.
“Wait wait wait wait wait…The fuck is going on?”
Two bemused faces and one slightly sheepish face meet his glares, hands now stilled.
“Well, that’s our cue to leave first. I believe Woohyun has something to tell you. Meanwhile, Jang-sshi and I can carry on outside. Don’t take too long!”
And with a smug grin on his face, Howon lifts Dongwoo in his arms and carries him out, bridal style.
Crossing his arms, Sunggyu narrows his gaze on his boyfriend’s face caught-in-the-act face.
“So Nam Woohyun, is there something I should know?”
5th Floor
“…is there something I should know?” Sungyeol asks, breaking the awkward silence that has permeated the apartment ever since Howon left. Damn Howon and his interfering tendencies, he thinks to himself. He knows his friend only has good intentions, but just because Howon’s found true love and happiness and sex in the form of Jang Dongwoo doesn’t mean that Sungyeol will find his too. Especially when Sungyeol’s pretty sure his true love and happiness (and hopefully sex) comes in the form of a certain someone who’s interested in somebody else.
“Hello, I was the one underneath both of you. Shouldn’t I be the first to get an explanation?” Sungjong says while rolling his eyes.
Myungsoo reaches out to smack him lightly on the head, while Sungyeol tries to hide the blush that is spreading on his face. He couldn’t have revealed anything about his (not-so) secret crush, he told himself while fighting the rising panic that is threatening to emerge. What if he said something but was rejected last night? Why did he have to drink so much? What if Myungsoo never speaks to him --
ARGH.
Did I do anything weird to Myungsoo?
Did I say anything stupid last night?
Is Myungsoo not going to speak to me anymore?
Why did I have to drink?! I swear I’m never ever going drinking with them from today onwards!!
“I don’t know, you know I don’t remember anything when I drink. Do you remember anything Yeol?” an adorably confused Myungsoo interrupts his internal conflict.
Well. At least he knows Myungsoo’s on speaking terms with him. It mustn’t have been anything that bad then.
“I don’t remember either. I guess we must have been too drunk to make our way home so we ended up falling asleep on the floor…?” He says, convincing himself that that would have been the best possible scenario.
Myungsoo shrugs, flopping down on Sungyeol’s lap, staring straight into his eyes. “You’re probably right. It’s not like this is the first time anyway. I’m glad I have you to make sure I’m home when I’m drunk Yeol-ah.”
Sungjong throws his hands in the air. “Fuck, you guys are just…I have no words.” He gets to his feet and stomps off in the direction of the bathroom muttering something about retards and people who should never be left to their own devices.
Myungsoo drapes himself around Sungyeol and he reminds himself this is normal, this is the way Myungsoo is when he’s just woken up but he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat when Myungsoo wraps his arms around his neck. “Yeol-ah, now that i’m awake…I’m starving.”
Oh eat me. Please, by all means, do help yourself.
But what he does end up saying is “…since when are you not? Come on let’s go see what your trophy kitchen has to offer us.”
“It’s not a trophy kitchen!” Myungsoo pouts, releasing Sungyeol from the hug. “Just because I’m forbidden to cook in there doesn’t mean it’s useless.”
They continue bickering about Myungsoo’s hopelessness in the kitchen as they both pull themselves upright. As Myungsoo wanders off in search of food, Sungyeol stands rooted in his spot. He can’t decide if he’s relieved or disappointed that Myungsoo didn’t pursue the matter. But at least this is familiar ground, he thinks. His friendship with Myungsoo is too valuable for him to jeopardise. And he’s contented to have Myungsoo any way that he can, even if he has to remain single for the rest of his life.
(somewhere in the corner of the house, Sungjong screams in frustration)
“Yeol! What are you still doing out there? I’m waiting!”
8th Floor
“…I’m waiting” Sunggyu says with the sternest glare he can muster.
It’s hard to remain firm when Woohyun is pulling out all the stops and bombarding him with puppy dog looks and aegyo-filled “Gyu hyung~”s, and there are plenty of distraction tactics that Nam Woohyun has, but he is determined to resist until he gets to the bottom of the matter.
“Okay, okay I’ll tell you” Woohyun pouts as he flops down on his front and starts to play with the loose thread from the edge of the comforter.
“Promise me you won’t be mad okay.” Sunggyu tilts his head non-committedly and waits, sitting there impassively.
“So Howon and I were talking at work the other day, and he was talking about how excited he was to have Dongwoo hyung back with us because while the phone sex was good, his own hand couldn’t really compare to having real sex...”
Sunggyu lifts one eyebrow, not even a little surprised that Howon was involved in this and yet not entirely seeing how his sex life had anything to do with him being jumped on by the three of them.
“Anyway, he was wondering what he should do as a welcome-home surprise and we were bouncing ideas back and forth when hesuggestedthatmaybewecouldkindatrysomethinglikeafoursome.” Woohyun hurries and says it all in a rush.
“He suggested what?” Sunggyu asks, not quite sure if he heard correctly.
Woohyun cringes a little, eyes still refusing to meet Sunggyu’s gaze as he continues “A..a foursome hyung. But-but I told him I wasn’t sure if I was comfortable having someone else’s dick up your ass no matter how close we are, cause your ass is mine after all…”
Sunggyu colours slightly at the statement but doesn’t disagree.
“So he said we wouldn’t have to swap partners or anything, but that it would be rather hot to have another couple getting down and dirty next to him while he fucks Dongwoo hyung. Sort of like watching porn together as a couple, only it’s real? And a few metres away?”
Sunggyu digests this information for awhile as Woohyun waits on tenterhooks. “And you didn’t ask me first because…?”
“We thought you’d say no, hyung! And Howon suggested that maybe if we gave you a few sips of alcohol we’d be able to coax you into it. I promise, it really wasn’t a whole lot different from what we do normally…just a little bit more exciting…?”
Woohyun looked so distraught that Sunggyu almost felt bad for him.
Almost.
“And you thought you would be able to explain it all to me the next morning…how?” He asks, still slightly confused about that part of their plan.
“Well, we were hoping you’d remember how good it was that everything would be forgiven?” Woohyun says wincing slightly, knowing full well that that wasn’t what had happened.
Sunggyu huffs as he frowns thoughtfully. Truthfully he wasn’t that upset. He knows that Woohyun would have protected him if the two horny bastards had tried to cross any line they had agreed on. He wishes they had asked him first though, because he really can’t remember what it was like or how good it was.
Seeing Sunggyu’s frown ease, Woohyun crawls nearer and starts peppering kisses on his knees, murmuring silent apologies. He runs his fingers through Woohyun’s mass of brown hair and tugs it a little, relishing the way it feels on his palm. He feels Woohyun arching into the touch, and decides that his boyfriend is adequately contrite and has suffered enough. He ruffles the hair one more time before holding Woohyun by his chin, slowly drinking in all his features with his eyes.
One kiss. Two kisses.
Lips brushing gently against each other.
With soft hands carefully roaming down Woohyun’s warm back, Sunggyu hoists him onto his lap.
Three is a magic number.
He melds their lips together in a soft, slow kiss, showing rather than telling that all was forgiven. He presses his lips softly against the more insistent lips and they stay like this for awhile, moving against each other in a pleasurable harmony.
Before Woohyun can deepen the kiss though, he pulls apart and whispers in Woohyun’s ear.
“Just FYI, I’d have said yes to the foursome."
A/n number 2: YES. I finally figured out how to make a cut. Because this thing is spiralling out of control and the words are just ballooning in size and I didn't want to terrorise anyone with my shit ton of words. I highly doubt this is a drabble anymore.
ETA: Sadly, I had to change my lj theme even though I really loved the colour of the old one still. But I really hated how the lj cut was framed in a block, like a button and I couldn't figure out how to change it:( It's a stupid thing to be sad about hahahha. or update anyone about. lol