[infinite] oo1. clubs, poles, and stupidly seductive students; woohyun/sunggyu; nc-17
Title: Clubs, Poles, and Stupidly Seductive Students (aka Sunggyu is an Idiot)
Pairing: Woohyun/Sunggyu
Rating: NC-17; Warnings: public sex, power relationship
Summary: Sunggyu gets himself into a bit of a predicament when his very handsome student happens to be at the same club he's at -- on a pole. oo1. of the 100 infinite fic challenge.
Word Count: ~3,100
stu·dent (n)
1. a person who is studying at a school or college.
teach·er (n)
1. a person who teaches, esp. in a school.
It’s the last Friday before final exams, and the air is thick with tension. Kim Sunggyu has three music theory tests to finalise and a hundred odd music compositions to grade, but for some utterly inexplicable reason, he’s standing in front of Club M.I. in Hongdae, dressed in an open-necked black shirt and too-tight jeans.
Or maybe it wasn’t utterly inexplicable.
“You seriously gotta loosen up a bit, hyung,” he hears to his right, and he tries to recall exactly why he had thought it was a good idea to listen to Dongwoo when he suggested they have a night out before the hectic aftermath of finals, ‘coz you know, you seem stressed, and we teachers also need a break sometimes!’
“I’m loose enough,” he mumbles, ignoring Dongwoo’s subsequent bark of laughter at his unintended innuendo, and tugs at his collar uncomfortably. The flashing neon sign looms above him, blinking in invitation. Sunggyu sighs.
Hongdae is a pretty popular place for university students to hang out. He had expected Dongwoo to take him out bowling or something, not to this street of bright lights and loud sounds and strange smells. There’s too much and not heat and not enough oxygen and what if he inhales secondhand smoke and ends up losing his voice? What if he gets lost or gets separated from Dongwoo and can’t find his way back home? What if, and Sunggyu balks, the possibility not even crossing his mind until now, there are students from his classes here? Sure it was only a week before finals, and they should be studying and practising madly for practicals, but really, that just gave even more reason for last-minute crammers to be out partying before panic kicks in and forces them to buckle down and work or risk--
“Come on hyung, Hoya’s waiting for us inside,” Dongwoo says, derailing Sunggyu’s train of thought, and he shakes his head to clear his mind. “Let’s go!”
“I really don’t think this is a very good--" he protests, but Dongwoo’s dragging him in forcefully by the sleeve of his shirt, oblivious to his objections, and soon he can’t hear anything but the thump of the bass reverberating in the hollow of his chest and electronic music much too loud for his ears. The stench of smoke and alcohol rears up at him, twice as heavy as the air outside, and he coughs, waving a hand in front of his face before he feels a heavy hand landing on his back in greeting.
"Hyung, you came!" he hears over the noise, and turns to come face to face with a smiling Hoya. Dongwoo laughs and pulls Hoya into a one-armed hug.
“I managed to drag him out, you owe me a drink,” Dongwoo grins at Hoya and he raises a hand in concession, motioning for them to follow him to the bar.
“I’ll shout you, come on.”
They forage deeper into the crowd, passing by groups of girls in short dresses swaying to the music, by groups of boys standing around, by several men holding drinks hunting for girls sitting alone, and Sunggyu follows, hands held defensively in front of him, pushing through the people with muted ‘excuse me’s. Dongwoo and Hoya navigate the club with practised ease, travelling further and further from him with every step, and panic rises in his chest. He’s about to lose them in the crowd when Dongwoo looks back and waves a hand in the air, bemused expression on his face, and Sunggyu hurriedly heads towards him.
“You okay?” Dongwoo asks when he reaches the bar, and Sunggyu nods, although in reality he’s a bit jumpier than he wants to admit.
“Yeah, yeah, just, first time, so,” he says lamely, and Hoya looks over from ordering drinks.
“Oh, first time to Club M.I?” he asks, and Sunggyu kind of half shrugs and fidgets nervously. His eyes focus on the rows and rows of different coloured bottles lined up behind the bartender, and an exclamation involuntarily leaves his mouth. Hoya looks at him curiously.
“Wait, hyung, it can't be...is this your first time clubbing?”
Sunggyu nods gingerly. Hoya slowly makes a silent ‘O’ with his mouth.
“I can’t believe you’ve never been clubbing before,” Dongwoo says in amazement. Sunggyu just shrugs. It had never been at the top of his list of priorities. There was a certain level of dedication and skill required to be employed as a university-level music teacher at his age, and there were just certain compromises he had to make. Plus, it wasn’t like he was missing out on much. He rather values his ears.
“Here.” A shotglass is thrust in front of his face. Sunggyu blinks.
“What’s in this?” he asks dubiously. Hoya just shoves the glass into Sunggyu’s hand and motions for him to drink. Sunggyu holds it up and examines it. It looks unsuspecting enough.
“It’s just lemon vodka,” Hoya says
He takes a tiny sip and cringes a bit at the sting of alcohol on his tongue.
“Oh come on, hyung, that’s no fun,” Dongwoo says as he holds up his own shotglass. “One shot! Come on!”
“But--"
“You’ll be fine, hyung, it’s really not that strong,” Hoya reassures him and raises his own glass.
It must be one of those days, because against his better judgement, his will cracks. Sunggyu has a feeling that he’ll probably regret it, but whatever. He’s already here; he might as well enjoy it. He clinks glasses with Dongwoo and Hoya, gulps the vodka down in one shot, and a sickly sweet lemon tang fills his mouth and burns down his throat.
Sunggyu’s a lightweight, apparently, because it only takes him two shots to start feeling nice and warm and fuzzy around the edges, and three more for him to start dancing with -- or, more accurately, around -- the bouncer, who just stares at him in unamused, stony faced silence.
“Sorry, uh, it’s his first time?” Dongwoo explains sheepishly, and the bouncer just motions for Dongwoo to take him away from the entrance. He’s seen much stranger things happen.
“Where did he go?” Hoya asks as Dongwoo lugs Sunggyu back to the bar and places him so he’s leaning against the bar countertop.
“He, um, went to dance with the bouncer,” Dongwoo replies and Hoya raises an eyebrow.
“Sunggyu hyung, dancing?”
“See for yourself. Look look, I think he’s about to start again,” Dongwoo points at Sunggyu, and sure enough, Sunggyu’s steadying himself on the edge of the counter, downing yet another drink -- he isn’t quite sure how it got in front of him or if it’s even his, but he takes it anyway. He waves his hands above his head, glass still in his hand, turning around in wobbly circles in what could possibly be an imitation of a ballerina. Hoya looks on in mild shock.
“I think this is the most Sunggyu hyung’s ever danced,” Hoya marvels to Dongwoo. “…If you can even call this dancing. What is he doing?”
Dongwoo’s too busy doubled up in laughter to respond properly, and when Sunggyu trips over his own feet and tumbles into Hoya, face planting smack into the his chest, Dongwoo completely loses it.
“Easy there, hyung,” Hoya chuckles, pushing Sunggyu off. “And you were scared to drink just an hour ago.”
“Eh,” Sunggyu replies. He can’t feel his mouth.
The music has been getting progressively louder and louder since Sunggyu entered the club, so much that his eardrums are tingling, and he’s sure that there’s something, or many things, that he should be worried about, but he can’t really remember. That’s okay though, because he’s rather giddy, and that’s good, because he hasn’t been this cheerful in a while -- teaching kind of doesn’t let him be anything other than perpetually stressed.
“Oh?” Hoya starts, looking over his shoulder at the podium next to the DJ set. “Hey Dongwoo hyung, look over there, don't we know him?”
Dongwoo stops laughing to glance behind him.
“Wait, isn’t that, what’s his name? Woohyun? From our Wednesday elective?” Dongwoo asks, squinting through the flashing strobe lights at the figure up on the podium. The figure turns to the side, sliding up the metal pole, and a flash of light illuminates the club enough for even a drunk Sunggyu to confirm that yes, the guy currently body-waving against a pole on the podium was indeed Nam Woohyun.
His second year music student, Nam Woohyun.
His very attractive second year music student, Nam Woohyun, who always sat in seat B19 during lectures, next to the quiet guitar kid Kim Myungsoo, and wore this hideous black mesh wool jumper to class last week which inconveniently exposed his collarbones and distracted Sunggyu and half the girls for a good hour of the--
Oh, shit.
Sunggyu’s line of vision travels back to the boy -- Woohyun -- on the podium, now on his knees and sliding slowly back up the pole between his legs, and he curses internally. Woohyun seems to be wearing more today. Sunggyu can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.
“We should, stop, him,” he says, eyes still on Woohyun. Woohyun hoists himself up onto the pole and swings around it with one hand outstretched, then slides down and teases off his vest, whirling it around his head twice before throwing it into the crowd. Sunggyu makes a choking sound.
“Can’t…Dongwoo, we, should,” he tries again, mouth sluggish.
“I’ve never seen him dance like that in class,” Hoya remarks unhelpfully, and Sunggyu decides to take matters into his own hands.
“I’m going up,” he slurs at Dongwoo, kicking into teacher mode. Dongwoo tries to grab him as he attempts to navigate through the crowd, and latches onto his wrist.
“Hyung, seriously, just leave him,” Dongwoo says, alarm in his voice, but Sunggyu pays him no heed and breaks away to stumble surprisingly accurately towards the podium. At this point, he really isn’t registering what he’s doing, but somehow he’s pushed through the crowd and he’s standing right in front of Woohyun.
“Yah, Nam Woohyun,” he hears himself shout. The boy either doesn’t hear or ignores him, just smirks and slowly lifts his t-shirt up, eliciting whoops and cheers from the girls surrounding the podium. Sunggyu stares at the expanse of skin before tearing his eyes away.
“Yah, Nam…Woohyun…get off,” he shouts again, cupping his hands around his mouth. Woohyun's eyebrows twitch in annoyance and he looks in the direction of the voice.
Their eyes meet.
In that split second, Sunggyu vaguely processes that approaching a student at a club probably isn't the smartest idea, but his senses are dulled by the alcohol coursing through his veins. There's a hint of panic in Woohyun’s gaze too; his eyes flicker, and his mouth falls open just a fraction before he steels himself.
“And...and why should I?” the boy retorts bravely, defiantly, rolling his head slowly and the sheen of sweat on his skin gleams in the flashes of blue, green and red laser lights.
“That’s seonsaengnim to you,” Sunggyu shouts, reaching a hand up to grab the boy’s wrist. “I’m your teacher, I can’t let you, public…conduct,” he slurs, head spinning. The boy yanks his hand free. There’s a wild glint in his eyes.
“Seems to me, seonsaengnim,” he emphasises, locking eyes with Sunggyu, gaze fiery, “That you’re a bit worse off than me tonight.”
And before Sunggyu knows it, he’s been pushed or pulled onto the podium and Woohyun’s on his knees in front of him and doing something very inappropriate with his hands at the belt of his jeans. The wave of giddiness from his last shot kicks in and Sunggyu teeters a bit on the podium.
“What,” he stutters, grabbing onto the pole, which is still warm and sticky from Woohyun’s body being wrapped around it. “Woohyun, what--”
“By the way,” Woohyun mutters, cutting him off, and Sunggyu can barely hear him over the crowd, “Have I told you that you’re kinda really hot?”
This is wrong, the warning bells ding in Sunggyu’s head, but he’s much too drunk to do anything but groan as Woohyun somehow manages to unbuckle his belt and slip a rough hand past the elastic of his underwear.
“Shit, wait, no,” he manages to slur out, but Woohyun’s palm rubbing teasingly against his cock through the fabric of his underwear is much, much too distracting and above the level of comprehension he can muster. He thinks he hears whooping and cheering from behind him, and the distant sound of his sanity saying “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he starts to get hard,.
“Sunggyu! Shit. Let me through!” Hoya’s voice reverberates somewhere over the music blaring on the dancefloor. Sunggyu has to concur -- he is in a lot of shit.
Woohyun’s right hand has somehow found its way past the elastic and his left hand is tugging persistantly at his trouser leg, pulling Sunggyu’s jeans down slowly.
Shit, Sunggyu thinks. Goddammit. He’s meant to be a pillar of authority, of responsibility; a role model -- and god-fucking-dammit he has values to uphold, but it feels so good and Woohyun is insanely good-looking and rather talented and Sunggyu would be lying if he said he didn’t want it. He’s sure Woohyun wouldn’t be hanging around after class everyday, stealing surreptitious glances at Sunggyu if he didn’t want something too.
Sunggyu can feel the heat of Woohyun’s mouth on his crotch now, tongue flicking at the fabric of his underwear. The light, hot pressure of Woohyun’s tongue is enough to send Sunggyu’s self-restraint out the window. He pulls down his own pants, grabbing a handful of Woohyun’s hair and holds Woohyun’s mouth to his cock. Woohyun responds, looking up at Sunggyu with a smirk, and swirls his tongue around the tip of Sunggyu’s cock before taking it all in his mouth.
It’s like they’re in their own little world, away from the noisy club, away from the hooting and disapproving thrum of the crowd, and just for that moment, all Sunggyu can feel is blissful pleasure. Woohyun’s good with his tongue, and it’s been so long since Sunggyu’s gotten any action.
Sunggyu’s almost at the brink when they’re interrupted. The bouncer’s noticed, it seems -- not a difficult feat, them being on the podium and all. Woohyun lets out Sunggyu’s still-hard cock with a pop and pulls his underwear back on for him. Sunggyu curses, half relieved, half desperate for Woohyun to finish off what he’d started.
“Okay, you two, outside,” the bouncer says, grabbing both Woohyun and Sunggyu by the arms and hoisting them from the platform. He looks at Sunggyu, then at his crotch area. “And put your pants back on.”
Sunggyu wakes up the next morning with a hangover the size of Jupiter. He can’t remember how he got home, can’t remember anything that happened the night before, just that he feels like hurling. He should probably give Dongwoo or Hoya a call, just to confirm he’s okay and maybe ask them what the fuck had happened last night. He groans as he sits up, then proceeds to crawl out of bed.
Only, he trips over something on the floor. It’s a strangely shaped lump covered in a white bedsheet. Sunggyu pulls off the sheet.
It’s a person.
It’s a naked person.
It’s a naked person -- who looks like Nam Woohyun.
“What the fuck?” Sunggyu exclaims, panicking. His blurry memory starts to clear up. Bits and pieces rush back at him, the club, the music, the poledancing, the podium, and--
“Oh my god,” Sunggyu whispers, horrified, panicking. “Oh my god. I was sucked off at a fucking Hongdae club. By my student.”
Sunggyu rushes out of the room, scrambling for the telephone. He calls Dongwoo, who answers back in a groggy, croaky voice, bombarding him with questions. Apparently, according to Dongwoo, after they’d been kicked out of the club after their little public show, Woohyun had passed out on the street with no address and no cash on him. Dongwoo’s solution had been to drag both of them back to Sunggyu’s place and leave Woohyun with him.
Sunggyu understands that much at least. As a teacher, it would be irresponsible to leave a student out alone in that state -- but Sunggyu thinks that maybe he’s got bigger irresponsibility issues to worry about, such as why he’d gotten a blowjob from a student in the first place.
“Why is he naked?” Sunggyu hisses.
“I don’t know,” Dongwoo answers back, yawning. “Why don’t you ask him? He was clothed when I brought you two up. Well, partially.” Oh. Yeah. Woohyun had been stripping on a pole, after all, and stripping Sunggyu too. His nakedness was probably just an exacerbation of his drunk stripper tendencies.
Sunggyu hangs up and lets Dongwoo go back to sleep. When he walks back into his bedroom, Woohyun’s sitting up and rubbing at his head, a slight groan escaping his lips. He freezes up slightly when he sees Sunggyu standing at the doorway with a grim expression on his face.
“I...guess you remember?” Woohyun asks after a short silence. Sunggyu nods, feeling his face heat up slightly.
“Just...put some clothes on and go home. I’ll pay for a taxi if you want.”
Woohyun smirks. He stays on the floor, staring up at Sunggyu. “You loved it.”
Sunggyu huffs. “That doesn’t matter. You’re a student, and I’m a teacher; last night was highly unethical and highly inappropriate and possibly also illegal--”
“--but you liked it, didn’t you?”
Woohyun rolls around, pulling the sheet off his chest and bunching it over his legs. Sunggyu averts his eyes. Woohyun’s body is even nicer sober and in daylight. Sunggyu thinks that the world is being much too unfair to him right now. He sighs.
“Yes, I did, but it doesn’t matter. Look, Woohyun, do you understand? You’ve got nothing to lose, but I--” He runs his hand through his hair. “I have a job. And, preferably, I will keep it.”
“It’s okay,” Woohyun says, yawning. “I won’t tell, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Sunggyu grits his teeth. He picks up the clothing scattered around his room, and pushes it all to Woohyun’s chest. “I’m sorry. Can we forget that any of this has happened? Please?”
Woohyun eyes Sunggyu in consideration, before he pulls Sunggyu down by the front of his t-shirt. Sunggyu’s stomach jolts. Woohyun’s face is really close to his, his breath hot, and slightly alcoholic. Sunggyu knows he should pull away now, but he can’t -- Woohyun has some kind of magical hold over him.
“Or, I could finish off what I started last night.”
Woohyun licks his lips, agonizingly slowly.
Yeah, Sunggyu thinks weakly. Or that. Fuck my life.
a/n: er hiiii this was meant for
deasyellow like. eons and eons ago. i'm sorry for the lateness and the crappiness ;;
Pairing: Woohyun/Sunggyu
Rating: NC-17; Warnings: public sex, power relationship
Summary: Sunggyu gets himself into a bit of a predicament when his very handsome student happens to be at the same club he's at -- on a pole. oo1. of the 100 infinite fic challenge.
Word Count: ~3,100
stu·dent (n)
1. a person who is studying at a school or college.
teach·er (n)
1. a person who teaches, esp. in a school.
It’s the last Friday before final exams, and the air is thick with tension. Kim Sunggyu has three music theory tests to finalise and a hundred odd music compositions to grade, but for some utterly inexplicable reason, he’s standing in front of Club M.I. in Hongdae, dressed in an open-necked black shirt and too-tight jeans.
Or maybe it wasn’t utterly inexplicable.
“You seriously gotta loosen up a bit, hyung,” he hears to his right, and he tries to recall exactly why he had thought it was a good idea to listen to Dongwoo when he suggested they have a night out before the hectic aftermath of finals, ‘coz you know, you seem stressed, and we teachers also need a break sometimes!’
“I’m loose enough,” he mumbles, ignoring Dongwoo’s subsequent bark of laughter at his unintended innuendo, and tugs at his collar uncomfortably. The flashing neon sign looms above him, blinking in invitation. Sunggyu sighs.
Hongdae is a pretty popular place for university students to hang out. He had expected Dongwoo to take him out bowling or something, not to this street of bright lights and loud sounds and strange smells. There’s too much and not heat and not enough oxygen and what if he inhales secondhand smoke and ends up losing his voice? What if he gets lost or gets separated from Dongwoo and can’t find his way back home? What if, and Sunggyu balks, the possibility not even crossing his mind until now, there are students from his classes here? Sure it was only a week before finals, and they should be studying and practising madly for practicals, but really, that just gave even more reason for last-minute crammers to be out partying before panic kicks in and forces them to buckle down and work or risk--
“Come on hyung, Hoya’s waiting for us inside,” Dongwoo says, derailing Sunggyu’s train of thought, and he shakes his head to clear his mind. “Let’s go!”
“I really don’t think this is a very good--" he protests, but Dongwoo’s dragging him in forcefully by the sleeve of his shirt, oblivious to his objections, and soon he can’t hear anything but the thump of the bass reverberating in the hollow of his chest and electronic music much too loud for his ears. The stench of smoke and alcohol rears up at him, twice as heavy as the air outside, and he coughs, waving a hand in front of his face before he feels a heavy hand landing on his back in greeting.
"Hyung, you came!" he hears over the noise, and turns to come face to face with a smiling Hoya. Dongwoo laughs and pulls Hoya into a one-armed hug.
“I managed to drag him out, you owe me a drink,” Dongwoo grins at Hoya and he raises a hand in concession, motioning for them to follow him to the bar.
“I’ll shout you, come on.”
They forage deeper into the crowd, passing by groups of girls in short dresses swaying to the music, by groups of boys standing around, by several men holding drinks hunting for girls sitting alone, and Sunggyu follows, hands held defensively in front of him, pushing through the people with muted ‘excuse me’s. Dongwoo and Hoya navigate the club with practised ease, travelling further and further from him with every step, and panic rises in his chest. He’s about to lose them in the crowd when Dongwoo looks back and waves a hand in the air, bemused expression on his face, and Sunggyu hurriedly heads towards him.
“You okay?” Dongwoo asks when he reaches the bar, and Sunggyu nods, although in reality he’s a bit jumpier than he wants to admit.
“Yeah, yeah, just, first time, so,” he says lamely, and Hoya looks over from ordering drinks.
“Oh, first time to Club M.I?” he asks, and Sunggyu kind of half shrugs and fidgets nervously. His eyes focus on the rows and rows of different coloured bottles lined up behind the bartender, and an exclamation involuntarily leaves his mouth. Hoya looks at him curiously.
“Wait, hyung, it can't be...is this your first time clubbing?”
Sunggyu nods gingerly. Hoya slowly makes a silent ‘O’ with his mouth.
“I can’t believe you’ve never been clubbing before,” Dongwoo says in amazement. Sunggyu just shrugs. It had never been at the top of his list of priorities. There was a certain level of dedication and skill required to be employed as a university-level music teacher at his age, and there were just certain compromises he had to make. Plus, it wasn’t like he was missing out on much. He rather values his ears.
“Here.” A shotglass is thrust in front of his face. Sunggyu blinks.
“What’s in this?” he asks dubiously. Hoya just shoves the glass into Sunggyu’s hand and motions for him to drink. Sunggyu holds it up and examines it. It looks unsuspecting enough.
“It’s just lemon vodka,” Hoya says
He takes a tiny sip and cringes a bit at the sting of alcohol on his tongue.
“Oh come on, hyung, that’s no fun,” Dongwoo says as he holds up his own shotglass. “One shot! Come on!”
“But--"
“You’ll be fine, hyung, it’s really not that strong,” Hoya reassures him and raises his own glass.
It must be one of those days, because against his better judgement, his will cracks. Sunggyu has a feeling that he’ll probably regret it, but whatever. He’s already here; he might as well enjoy it. He clinks glasses with Dongwoo and Hoya, gulps the vodka down in one shot, and a sickly sweet lemon tang fills his mouth and burns down his throat.
Sunggyu’s a lightweight, apparently, because it only takes him two shots to start feeling nice and warm and fuzzy around the edges, and three more for him to start dancing with -- or, more accurately, around -- the bouncer, who just stares at him in unamused, stony faced silence.
“Sorry, uh, it’s his first time?” Dongwoo explains sheepishly, and the bouncer just motions for Dongwoo to take him away from the entrance. He’s seen much stranger things happen.
“Where did he go?” Hoya asks as Dongwoo lugs Sunggyu back to the bar and places him so he’s leaning against the bar countertop.
“He, um, went to dance with the bouncer,” Dongwoo replies and Hoya raises an eyebrow.
“Sunggyu hyung, dancing?”
“See for yourself. Look look, I think he’s about to start again,” Dongwoo points at Sunggyu, and sure enough, Sunggyu’s steadying himself on the edge of the counter, downing yet another drink -- he isn’t quite sure how it got in front of him or if it’s even his, but he takes it anyway. He waves his hands above his head, glass still in his hand, turning around in wobbly circles in what could possibly be an imitation of a ballerina. Hoya looks on in mild shock.
“I think this is the most Sunggyu hyung’s ever danced,” Hoya marvels to Dongwoo. “…If you can even call this dancing. What is he doing?”
Dongwoo’s too busy doubled up in laughter to respond properly, and when Sunggyu trips over his own feet and tumbles into Hoya, face planting smack into the his chest, Dongwoo completely loses it.
“Easy there, hyung,” Hoya chuckles, pushing Sunggyu off. “And you were scared to drink just an hour ago.”
“Eh,” Sunggyu replies. He can’t feel his mouth.
The music has been getting progressively louder and louder since Sunggyu entered the club, so much that his eardrums are tingling, and he’s sure that there’s something, or many things, that he should be worried about, but he can’t really remember. That’s okay though, because he’s rather giddy, and that’s good, because he hasn’t been this cheerful in a while -- teaching kind of doesn’t let him be anything other than perpetually stressed.
“Oh?” Hoya starts, looking over his shoulder at the podium next to the DJ set. “Hey Dongwoo hyung, look over there, don't we know him?”
Dongwoo stops laughing to glance behind him.
“Wait, isn’t that, what’s his name? Woohyun? From our Wednesday elective?” Dongwoo asks, squinting through the flashing strobe lights at the figure up on the podium. The figure turns to the side, sliding up the metal pole, and a flash of light illuminates the club enough for even a drunk Sunggyu to confirm that yes, the guy currently body-waving against a pole on the podium was indeed Nam Woohyun.
His second year music student, Nam Woohyun.
His very attractive second year music student, Nam Woohyun, who always sat in seat B19 during lectures, next to the quiet guitar kid Kim Myungsoo, and wore this hideous black mesh wool jumper to class last week which inconveniently exposed his collarbones and distracted Sunggyu and half the girls for a good hour of the--
Oh, shit.
Sunggyu’s line of vision travels back to the boy -- Woohyun -- on the podium, now on his knees and sliding slowly back up the pole between his legs, and he curses internally. Woohyun seems to be wearing more today. Sunggyu can’t decide if that’s a good or bad thing.
“We should, stop, him,” he says, eyes still on Woohyun. Woohyun hoists himself up onto the pole and swings around it with one hand outstretched, then slides down and teases off his vest, whirling it around his head twice before throwing it into the crowd. Sunggyu makes a choking sound.
“Can’t…Dongwoo, we, should,” he tries again, mouth sluggish.
“I’ve never seen him dance like that in class,” Hoya remarks unhelpfully, and Sunggyu decides to take matters into his own hands.
“I’m going up,” he slurs at Dongwoo, kicking into teacher mode. Dongwoo tries to grab him as he attempts to navigate through the crowd, and latches onto his wrist.
“Hyung, seriously, just leave him,” Dongwoo says, alarm in his voice, but Sunggyu pays him no heed and breaks away to stumble surprisingly accurately towards the podium. At this point, he really isn’t registering what he’s doing, but somehow he’s pushed through the crowd and he’s standing right in front of Woohyun.
“Yah, Nam Woohyun,” he hears himself shout. The boy either doesn’t hear or ignores him, just smirks and slowly lifts his t-shirt up, eliciting whoops and cheers from the girls surrounding the podium. Sunggyu stares at the expanse of skin before tearing his eyes away.
“Yah, Nam…Woohyun…get off,” he shouts again, cupping his hands around his mouth. Woohyun's eyebrows twitch in annoyance and he looks in the direction of the voice.
Their eyes meet.
In that split second, Sunggyu vaguely processes that approaching a student at a club probably isn't the smartest idea, but his senses are dulled by the alcohol coursing through his veins. There's a hint of panic in Woohyun’s gaze too; his eyes flicker, and his mouth falls open just a fraction before he steels himself.
“And...and why should I?” the boy retorts bravely, defiantly, rolling his head slowly and the sheen of sweat on his skin gleams in the flashes of blue, green and red laser lights.
“That’s seonsaengnim to you,” Sunggyu shouts, reaching a hand up to grab the boy’s wrist. “I’m your teacher, I can’t let you, public…conduct,” he slurs, head spinning. The boy yanks his hand free. There’s a wild glint in his eyes.
“Seems to me, seonsaengnim,” he emphasises, locking eyes with Sunggyu, gaze fiery, “That you’re a bit worse off than me tonight.”
And before Sunggyu knows it, he’s been pushed or pulled onto the podium and Woohyun’s on his knees in front of him and doing something very inappropriate with his hands at the belt of his jeans. The wave of giddiness from his last shot kicks in and Sunggyu teeters a bit on the podium.
“What,” he stutters, grabbing onto the pole, which is still warm and sticky from Woohyun’s body being wrapped around it. “Woohyun, what--”
“By the way,” Woohyun mutters, cutting him off, and Sunggyu can barely hear him over the crowd, “Have I told you that you’re kinda really hot?”
This is wrong, the warning bells ding in Sunggyu’s head, but he’s much too drunk to do anything but groan as Woohyun somehow manages to unbuckle his belt and slip a rough hand past the elastic of his underwear.
“Shit, wait, no,” he manages to slur out, but Woohyun’s palm rubbing teasingly against his cock through the fabric of his underwear is much, much too distracting and above the level of comprehension he can muster. He thinks he hears whooping and cheering from behind him, and the distant sound of his sanity saying “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as he starts to get hard,.
“Sunggyu! Shit. Let me through!” Hoya’s voice reverberates somewhere over the music blaring on the dancefloor. Sunggyu has to concur -- he is in a lot of shit.
Woohyun’s right hand has somehow found its way past the elastic and his left hand is tugging persistantly at his trouser leg, pulling Sunggyu’s jeans down slowly.
Shit, Sunggyu thinks. Goddammit. He’s meant to be a pillar of authority, of responsibility; a role model -- and god-fucking-dammit he has values to uphold, but it feels so good and Woohyun is insanely good-looking and rather talented and Sunggyu would be lying if he said he didn’t want it. He’s sure Woohyun wouldn’t be hanging around after class everyday, stealing surreptitious glances at Sunggyu if he didn’t want something too.
Sunggyu can feel the heat of Woohyun’s mouth on his crotch now, tongue flicking at the fabric of his underwear. The light, hot pressure of Woohyun’s tongue is enough to send Sunggyu’s self-restraint out the window. He pulls down his own pants, grabbing a handful of Woohyun’s hair and holds Woohyun’s mouth to his cock. Woohyun responds, looking up at Sunggyu with a smirk, and swirls his tongue around the tip of Sunggyu’s cock before taking it all in his mouth.
It’s like they’re in their own little world, away from the noisy club, away from the hooting and disapproving thrum of the crowd, and just for that moment, all Sunggyu can feel is blissful pleasure. Woohyun’s good with his tongue, and it’s been so long since Sunggyu’s gotten any action.
Sunggyu’s almost at the brink when they’re interrupted. The bouncer’s noticed, it seems -- not a difficult feat, them being on the podium and all. Woohyun lets out Sunggyu’s still-hard cock with a pop and pulls his underwear back on for him. Sunggyu curses, half relieved, half desperate for Woohyun to finish off what he’d started.
“Okay, you two, outside,” the bouncer says, grabbing both Woohyun and Sunggyu by the arms and hoisting them from the platform. He looks at Sunggyu, then at his crotch area. “And put your pants back on.”
Sunggyu wakes up the next morning with a hangover the size of Jupiter. He can’t remember how he got home, can’t remember anything that happened the night before, just that he feels like hurling. He should probably give Dongwoo or Hoya a call, just to confirm he’s okay and maybe ask them what the fuck had happened last night. He groans as he sits up, then proceeds to crawl out of bed.
Only, he trips over something on the floor. It’s a strangely shaped lump covered in a white bedsheet. Sunggyu pulls off the sheet.
It’s a person.
It’s a naked person.
It’s a naked person -- who looks like Nam Woohyun.
“What the fuck?” Sunggyu exclaims, panicking. His blurry memory starts to clear up. Bits and pieces rush back at him, the club, the music, the poledancing, the podium, and--
“Oh my god,” Sunggyu whispers, horrified, panicking. “Oh my god. I was sucked off at a fucking Hongdae club. By my student.”
Sunggyu rushes out of the room, scrambling for the telephone. He calls Dongwoo, who answers back in a groggy, croaky voice, bombarding him with questions. Apparently, according to Dongwoo, after they’d been kicked out of the club after their little public show, Woohyun had passed out on the street with no address and no cash on him. Dongwoo’s solution had been to drag both of them back to Sunggyu’s place and leave Woohyun with him.
Sunggyu understands that much at least. As a teacher, it would be irresponsible to leave a student out alone in that state -- but Sunggyu thinks that maybe he’s got bigger irresponsibility issues to worry about, such as why he’d gotten a blowjob from a student in the first place.
“Why is he naked?” Sunggyu hisses.
“I don’t know,” Dongwoo answers back, yawning. “Why don’t you ask him? He was clothed when I brought you two up. Well, partially.” Oh. Yeah. Woohyun had been stripping on a pole, after all, and stripping Sunggyu too. His nakedness was probably just an exacerbation of his drunk stripper tendencies.
Sunggyu hangs up and lets Dongwoo go back to sleep. When he walks back into his bedroom, Woohyun’s sitting up and rubbing at his head, a slight groan escaping his lips. He freezes up slightly when he sees Sunggyu standing at the doorway with a grim expression on his face.
“I...guess you remember?” Woohyun asks after a short silence. Sunggyu nods, feeling his face heat up slightly.
“Just...put some clothes on and go home. I’ll pay for a taxi if you want.”
Woohyun smirks. He stays on the floor, staring up at Sunggyu. “You loved it.”
Sunggyu huffs. “That doesn’t matter. You’re a student, and I’m a teacher; last night was highly unethical and highly inappropriate and possibly also illegal--”
“--but you liked it, didn’t you?”
Woohyun rolls around, pulling the sheet off his chest and bunching it over his legs. Sunggyu averts his eyes. Woohyun’s body is even nicer sober and in daylight. Sunggyu thinks that the world is being much too unfair to him right now. He sighs.
“Yes, I did, but it doesn’t matter. Look, Woohyun, do you understand? You’ve got nothing to lose, but I--” He runs his hand through his hair. “I have a job. And, preferably, I will keep it.”
“It’s okay,” Woohyun says, yawning. “I won’t tell, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Sunggyu grits his teeth. He picks up the clothing scattered around his room, and pushes it all to Woohyun’s chest. “I’m sorry. Can we forget that any of this has happened? Please?”
Woohyun eyes Sunggyu in consideration, before he pulls Sunggyu down by the front of his t-shirt. Sunggyu’s stomach jolts. Woohyun’s face is really close to his, his breath hot, and slightly alcoholic. Sunggyu knows he should pull away now, but he can’t -- Woohyun has some kind of magical hold over him.
“Or, I could finish off what I started last night.”
Woohyun licks his lips, agonizingly slowly.
Yeah, Sunggyu thinks weakly. Or that. Fuck my life.
a/n: er hiiii this was meant for
deasyellow like. eons and eons ago. i'm sorry for the lateness and the crappiness ;;