[infinite] oo3. chocolate; myungsoo/sungjong; pg-13
Title: Chocolate
Pairing: Myungsoo/Sungjong
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Myungsoo finds a quiet little chocolate shop, but he doesn't visit for the chocolate. oo3. of the 100 infinite fic challenge.
Word Count: ~1,100
choc·o·late (n)
1. a food preparation in the form of a paste or solid block made from roasted and ground cacao seeds, typically sweetened.
2. a candy made of or covered with this.
3. Lee Sungjong.
In the streets of Seoul, tucked away behind all the large conglomerate chains and small night markets stalls, is a quaint little chocolate shop. It’s homely and warm, and every morning at three the sounds of pots bubbling and rich smell of sweetness wafts down the road.
Myungsoo stumbles upon the chocolate store entirely by accident. He was new to the neighbourhood, and meant to go to the bus stop a block down, but the sweet smell lingering in the air intrigues him, and he follows his nose to the welcome mat of the store.
It’s a sight to behold.
On one wall, shelves are filled with caramel, hazelnut, blueberry, nuts, raisins, orange; chilli and mint flavoured chocolate blocks and individually wrapped chocolate bites. The other wall is stocked with chocolate variations -- white, milk, dark, extra dark, and 90%. The round display in the middle of the room holds cans of hot chocolate powder, mocha powder, and cute cups of all shapes and sizes, with a few tables and chairs set up to the side, and two booths in the corner. In the glass display case of the counter, there are snacks -- macaroons, tarts, cheesecakes, waffles -- and model displays of fruits, honey bread and icecream. Myungsoo feels like he has walked into a chocolate heaven.
“Hello sir, what would you like?” a bright voice chirps from behind the counter.
Then he sees the boy working in the shop, and his heart does a double flip. Lee Sungjong, the nametag reads, and Myungsoo stares at the perfect smile and mop of blonde hair tied up in a small ponytail, and thinks that he may have just found his new hangout.
He finds himself frequenting the place more than a healthy amount. It’s on the way back from college, he half-lies to himself, and steps into the cosy shop. Sungjong starts to recognise him after the first few days, and after that it becomes a routine. At about five in the evening, Myungsoo would walk through the door, and Sungjong would smile, a bit wider than the usual polite greeting smile, and come to take his order as he sat down at the booth in the far corner and pulled out his books. He’d order something simple -- a mocha hot chocolate, or a caramel white chocolate, and study. On the days he didn’t come, Sungjong would enquire where he had been, or was college busy, the next time he did, and sit down at his table and talk about sweet nothings until another customer came.
He’d sit around and study until closing time, watching as Sungjong flipped the ‘open’ sign around on the front door and started wiping down the tables. Sungjong never ushered him out, just cleaned up the rest of the shop first and smiled as Myungsoo wiped down his own table and helped him stack the chairs.
“Goodnight,” Myungsoo would say to him after they were outside and Sungjong had locked up the store.
“See you tomorrow,” Sungjong would reply, smiling, and they would go their separate ways.
One day, the rain pours down in bucketfuls like the heavens had split open. Myungsoo is caught in the downpour on the way back from college, and he curses, legs taking him the closest place he could think of to take refuge.
He steps into the store shivering and dripping wet, a puddle forming where he’s standing. Sungjong looks up from the counter and gasps, hurrying back into the staff room and returning with a fluffy brown towel to wrap around Myungsoo. Myungsoo accepts it gratefully, sitting down at his usual booth.
“Don’t think there will be any customers today,” he jokes, emptying the contents of his soaked bag onto the table. Sungjong looks at him and his blue lips and chattering jaw.
“I’ll make you something warm to drink.”
He returns a minute later with two warm mugs full of thick hot chocolate. Myungsoo sniffs.
“What is it?”
“Hazelnut milk chocolate. It’ll warm you up.” Sungjong hands a mug over to him, and he takes a sip. The chocolate is delicious. He takes another sip, and looks up as Sungjong sits down next to him.
Sungjong has a smear of chocolate on his right cheek, and Myungsoo stares, mesmerised. His eyes travel to Sungjong’s jawline, to the bobbing of his adam’s apple as he takes a drink from his own mug. Sungjong notices his eyes, and tilts his head inquisitively.
“You’ve got, uh,” Myungsoo mumbles as he reaches across and runs his thumb over Sungjong’s cheek, “chocolate on your…”
Sungjong places his hand on Myungsoo’s and leans in, the distance between them dangerously close. Myungsoo breathes shakily and meets Sungjong’s eyes.
“Wanna know something else that will warm you up?”
There’s a beat, and then Sungjong’s mouth is pressed on his, dainty and sweet, until Myungsoo gives in and reaches behind his neck and draws him in deeper, their lips parting. The nutty texture of the rich hazelnut chocolate and subtle flavour of Sungjong’s white vanilla mingle in his mouth as Sungjong's tongue meets his, and he groans, drawing him even closer.
“Sungjong, what-" he starts as Sungjong suddenly pushes him down so he’s lying on the cushioned booth chair. Sungjong straddles him and runs his hands up his chest over his shirt, then his fingers move across the skin below his shirt, tracing patterns on his stomach. Myungsoo’s breath hitches in his throat, and he can feel a pool of warmth forming in the area below his stomach. He grabs Sungjong’s shoulders and brings him down to lie on him, tongue running over the chocolate smear on his cheekbone, and groans again as Sungjong licks the shell of his ear and presses gentle kisses down his neck and chest. Myungsoo arches up, running his hands down Sungjong’s back and grabbing his hips. Sungjong moans and wraps his arms around Myungsoo’s neck, kissing him fervently, grinding down.
The door swings open and a young couple stumble in, soaked from head to toe. Sungjong and Myungsoo panic and scramble to break apart from each other, feigning innocence as the couple shoot them a curious look. Sungjong runs his hands over his hair hastily and walks up to the couple, directing them to a seat. He prepares the chocolate for them, and Myungsoo stares at his untucked shirt and messy hair, a flush forming on his face.
“So,” Sungjong smiles angelically as he walks back to where Myungsoo is. Myungsoo is still catching his breath, and his face is bright red. “Told you it’d warm you up.”
Pairing: Myungsoo/Sungjong
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Myungsoo finds a quiet little chocolate shop, but he doesn't visit for the chocolate. oo3. of the 100 infinite fic challenge.
Word Count: ~1,100
choc·o·late (n)
1. a food preparation in the form of a paste or solid block made from roasted and ground cacao seeds, typically sweetened.
2. a candy made of or covered with this.
3. Lee Sungjong.
In the streets of Seoul, tucked away behind all the large conglomerate chains and small night markets stalls, is a quaint little chocolate shop. It’s homely and warm, and every morning at three the sounds of pots bubbling and rich smell of sweetness wafts down the road.
Myungsoo stumbles upon the chocolate store entirely by accident. He was new to the neighbourhood, and meant to go to the bus stop a block down, but the sweet smell lingering in the air intrigues him, and he follows his nose to the welcome mat of the store.
It’s a sight to behold.
On one wall, shelves are filled with caramel, hazelnut, blueberry, nuts, raisins, orange; chilli and mint flavoured chocolate blocks and individually wrapped chocolate bites. The other wall is stocked with chocolate variations -- white, milk, dark, extra dark, and 90%. The round display in the middle of the room holds cans of hot chocolate powder, mocha powder, and cute cups of all shapes and sizes, with a few tables and chairs set up to the side, and two booths in the corner. In the glass display case of the counter, there are snacks -- macaroons, tarts, cheesecakes, waffles -- and model displays of fruits, honey bread and icecream. Myungsoo feels like he has walked into a chocolate heaven.
“Hello sir, what would you like?” a bright voice chirps from behind the counter.
Then he sees the boy working in the shop, and his heart does a double flip. Lee Sungjong, the nametag reads, and Myungsoo stares at the perfect smile and mop of blonde hair tied up in a small ponytail, and thinks that he may have just found his new hangout.
He finds himself frequenting the place more than a healthy amount. It’s on the way back from college, he half-lies to himself, and steps into the cosy shop. Sungjong starts to recognise him after the first few days, and after that it becomes a routine. At about five in the evening, Myungsoo would walk through the door, and Sungjong would smile, a bit wider than the usual polite greeting smile, and come to take his order as he sat down at the booth in the far corner and pulled out his books. He’d order something simple -- a mocha hot chocolate, or a caramel white chocolate, and study. On the days he didn’t come, Sungjong would enquire where he had been, or was college busy, the next time he did, and sit down at his table and talk about sweet nothings until another customer came.
He’d sit around and study until closing time, watching as Sungjong flipped the ‘open’ sign around on the front door and started wiping down the tables. Sungjong never ushered him out, just cleaned up the rest of the shop first and smiled as Myungsoo wiped down his own table and helped him stack the chairs.
“Goodnight,” Myungsoo would say to him after they were outside and Sungjong had locked up the store.
“See you tomorrow,” Sungjong would reply, smiling, and they would go their separate ways.
One day, the rain pours down in bucketfuls like the heavens had split open. Myungsoo is caught in the downpour on the way back from college, and he curses, legs taking him the closest place he could think of to take refuge.
He steps into the store shivering and dripping wet, a puddle forming where he’s standing. Sungjong looks up from the counter and gasps, hurrying back into the staff room and returning with a fluffy brown towel to wrap around Myungsoo. Myungsoo accepts it gratefully, sitting down at his usual booth.
“Don’t think there will be any customers today,” he jokes, emptying the contents of his soaked bag onto the table. Sungjong looks at him and his blue lips and chattering jaw.
“I’ll make you something warm to drink.”
He returns a minute later with two warm mugs full of thick hot chocolate. Myungsoo sniffs.
“What is it?”
“Hazelnut milk chocolate. It’ll warm you up.” Sungjong hands a mug over to him, and he takes a sip. The chocolate is delicious. He takes another sip, and looks up as Sungjong sits down next to him.
Sungjong has a smear of chocolate on his right cheek, and Myungsoo stares, mesmerised. His eyes travel to Sungjong’s jawline, to the bobbing of his adam’s apple as he takes a drink from his own mug. Sungjong notices his eyes, and tilts his head inquisitively.
“You’ve got, uh,” Myungsoo mumbles as he reaches across and runs his thumb over Sungjong’s cheek, “chocolate on your…”
Sungjong places his hand on Myungsoo’s and leans in, the distance between them dangerously close. Myungsoo breathes shakily and meets Sungjong’s eyes.
“Wanna know something else that will warm you up?”
There’s a beat, and then Sungjong’s mouth is pressed on his, dainty and sweet, until Myungsoo gives in and reaches behind his neck and draws him in deeper, their lips parting. The nutty texture of the rich hazelnut chocolate and subtle flavour of Sungjong’s white vanilla mingle in his mouth as Sungjong's tongue meets his, and he groans, drawing him even closer.
“Sungjong, what-" he starts as Sungjong suddenly pushes him down so he’s lying on the cushioned booth chair. Sungjong straddles him and runs his hands up his chest over his shirt, then his fingers move across the skin below his shirt, tracing patterns on his stomach. Myungsoo’s breath hitches in his throat, and he can feel a pool of warmth forming in the area below his stomach. He grabs Sungjong’s shoulders and brings him down to lie on him, tongue running over the chocolate smear on his cheekbone, and groans again as Sungjong licks the shell of his ear and presses gentle kisses down his neck and chest. Myungsoo arches up, running his hands down Sungjong’s back and grabbing his hips. Sungjong moans and wraps his arms around Myungsoo’s neck, kissing him fervently, grinding down.
The door swings open and a young couple stumble in, soaked from head to toe. Sungjong and Myungsoo panic and scramble to break apart from each other, feigning innocence as the couple shoot them a curious look. Sungjong runs his hands over his hair hastily and walks up to the couple, directing them to a seat. He prepares the chocolate for them, and Myungsoo stares at his untucked shirt and messy hair, a flush forming on his face.
“So,” Sungjong smiles angelically as he walks back to where Myungsoo is. Myungsoo is still catching his breath, and his face is bright red. “Told you it’d warm you up.”