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anonymous
May 11 2013, 15:41:08 UTC
“I’ll help you!” Myungsoo leapt out of the golf cart, almost beating Sungyeol to his golf bag stored in bag.
“No really, this is my job Myungsoo,” Sungyeol said, fighting Myungsoo over holding the golf bag.
There was a struggle, both of their hands gripping opposite sides of the bag, clubs shifting back and forth as it was tugged in two directions.
“But you’re such a help to me, just let me - ”
“No really!”
Sungyeol tugged a bit too harsh, the bag releasing from Myungsoo’s grip, and it jerked towards him, clubs spilling out over the sides, stray golf balls falling out from unzipped pockets. A club slapped Sungyeol in the face, a sharp pain stunning him into a stupor, and he screeched in surprise. Myungsoo panicked, grabbing the golf bag and throwing it off to the side.
Still shocked by having been hit in the face with the end of a club, Sungyeol stood still.
“Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?” - Myungsoo’s face hovered close to Sungyeol’s - “I have some bandages in my golf bag.”
Myungsoo’s hand was touching his forehead where the club had struck him in its flying exit of the bag. Soft manicured hands waving in front of his eyes, the hands of a real star.
“I’m - I’m good,” Sungyeol said, tongue tied and embarrassed. Once again, he made a fool out of himself in front of someone important. Myungsoo frowned at him, looking serious behind his sunglasses. “Really, I’m fine! I touch myself all the time.”
Wait, that didn’t sound right. Myungsoo’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair.
“I mean I beat myself, oh my god what am I saying I am going to shut up now.”
Sungyeol tripped over the golf clubs strewn across on the grass, regaining his balance when Myungsoo grabbed his elbow and jerked him upright. A stray golf ball slipped out from beneath his shoe.
“Are you sure you’re okay Sungyeol? Why don’t we sit down for a while?”
“No!” Sungyeol didn’t know why he felt like he was getting hysterical, or why Myungsoo looked so calm. Myungsoo was younger than him; he should be the one taking care of him. All these rich people with too much money and time on their hands must be finally making him crack. “We need to work on your swing, you need the practice. And I mean, you really need the practice.”
Myungsoo forced Sungyeol to sit down on the back of the golf cart. He slung an arm around Sungyeol’s shoulder; “I don’t mind paying for you to help me on my swing later, no beating involved, unless you want to of course.” Myungsoo’s golfing equipment was still lying in a mess at their feet.
Sungyeol laughed, “Why are you so -”
A second golf cart came speeding across the grass, its driver coming to an abrupt halt next to Sungyeol’s cart. Sungyeol tried to shrug Myungsoo’s arm off his shoulder, but Myungsoo just hugged him tight even though Sungyeol was taller and had to slouch for it to be comfortable.
“Hey Myungsoo, I didn’t know you were golfing today.” Hoya swung his legs out of the golf cart, his own golf bag in the seat next to him. “You should have texted.”
The arm loosened and slid down Sungyeol’s back, resting near his hips. Myungsoo’s voice was whiny when he spoke, “Hyung, what are you doing here?”
“No really, this is my job Myungsoo,” Sungyeol said, fighting Myungsoo over holding the golf bag.
There was a struggle, both of their hands gripping opposite sides of the bag, clubs shifting back and forth as it was tugged in two directions.
“But you’re such a help to me, just let me - ”
“No really!”
Sungyeol tugged a bit too harsh, the bag releasing from Myungsoo’s grip, and it jerked towards him, clubs spilling out over the sides, stray golf balls falling out from unzipped pockets. A club slapped Sungyeol in the face, a sharp pain stunning him into a stupor, and he screeched in surprise. Myungsoo panicked, grabbing the golf bag and throwing it off to the side.
Still shocked by having been hit in the face with the end of a club, Sungyeol stood still.
“Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?” - Myungsoo’s face hovered close to Sungyeol’s - “I have some bandages in my golf bag.”
Myungsoo’s hand was touching his forehead where the club had struck him in its flying exit of the bag. Soft manicured hands waving in front of his eyes, the hands of a real star.
“I’m - I’m good,” Sungyeol said, tongue tied and embarrassed. Once again, he made a fool out of himself in front of someone important. Myungsoo frowned at him, looking serious behind his sunglasses. “Really, I’m fine! I touch myself all the time.”
Wait, that didn’t sound right. Myungsoo’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair.
“I mean I beat myself, oh my god what am I saying I am going to shut up now.”
Sungyeol tripped over the golf clubs strewn across on the grass, regaining his balance when Myungsoo grabbed his elbow and jerked him upright. A stray golf ball slipped out from beneath his shoe.
“Are you sure you’re okay Sungyeol? Why don’t we sit down for a while?”
“No!” Sungyeol didn’t know why he felt like he was getting hysterical, or why Myungsoo looked so calm. Myungsoo was younger than him; he should be the one taking care of him. All these rich people with too much money and time on their hands must be finally making him crack. “We need to work on your swing, you need the practice. And I mean, you really need the practice.”
Myungsoo forced Sungyeol to sit down on the back of the golf cart. He slung an arm around Sungyeol’s shoulder; “I don’t mind paying for you to help me on my swing later, no beating involved, unless you want to of course.” Myungsoo’s golfing equipment was still lying in a mess at their feet.
Sungyeol laughed, “Why are you so -”
A second golf cart came speeding across the grass, its driver coming to an abrupt halt next to Sungyeol’s cart. Sungyeol tried to shrug Myungsoo’s arm off his shoulder, but Myungsoo just hugged him tight even though Sungyeol was taller and had to slouch for it to be comfortable.
“Hey Myungsoo, I didn’t know you were golfing today.” Hoya swung his legs out of the golf cart, his own golf bag in the seat next to him. “You should have texted.”
The arm loosened and slid down Sungyeol’s back, resting near his hips. Myungsoo’s voice was whiny when he spoke, “Hyung, what are you doing here?”
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