Memberships Only 5/?
anonymous
May 12 2013, 19:48:27 UTC
“Looking for rare birds with my golf clubs. No, of course I’m golfing.”
Hoya lugged his golf bag out and set it down, “So what happened here?” He pointed to the mess that had yet to be picked up.
“It was an accident, Sungyeol got hit in the face,” Myungsoo said, glancing up at Hoya who was looking unimpressed with what was going on until Sungyeol was brought into the equation.
“Hit in the face?” - Hoya chuckled - “Sounds about right.”
Sungyeol wanted to throw a golf ball at Hoya’s head so bad for that comment. Instead, he settled for giving him a dirty look. He’d been Hoya’s caddy in the past; however, he spent most of the time entertaining his husband Sungjong while Hoya golfed with his work colleagues.
Sungjong was a good guy, he reminded him of a cute younger brother, and he already had one of those, so he could afford to add another. Not that Sungjong needed to be taken care of with the millions of won he had to his name. How Sungjong had ended up with Hoya, Sungyeol had no clue. Maybe he had a nice dick.
He complained a lot about his job, but most of the guys Sungyeol caddied for were decent people - if not slightly eccentric. That was probably due to all the drink specials the bar hosted on event weekends. This weekend was a fundraiser for children’s cancer research, which brought rich people out of the woodwork because there was something about donating money and looking good while doing so that they all loved.
“Let’s golf together then,” said Hoya. He rifled through his golf bag for the club he wanted to use, “Sungjong didn’t want to golf, so I’m alone today.” Of course Sungjong didn’t want to golf, Sungyeol thought, everyone except Hoya knew Sungjong hated golf.
Peeking at Myungsoo’s face, Sungyeol noted that he didn’t seem to be too happy about Hoya showing up. There was a strain to his smile that Sungyeol hadn’t seen before on their other trips. Though, his face looked cold and sharp with his sunglasses, and it was impossible to tell what he was really expressing behind the frames.
“Sure, why don’t we? Sungyeol can help us both out, right Sungyeol?”
Sungyeol snapped his head back, “Yes, of course.”
“You’ll have to drive your own golf cart though,” Myungsoo added, getting up and picking his golf bag up off the ground, setting it back upright. That was Sungyeol’s cue to get back to work.
“You’re not going to share Myungsoo?” asked Hoya. Myungsoo must have done something that Sungyeol didn’t catch as he leaped into action, gathering the equipment into his arms. “Oh I see,” Hoya said; he went and patted Myungsoo on the back, “Good luck.”
He felt like he was missing something.
His long island iced tea was halfway gone and it wasn’t even half past eleven yet. There would be less left if he wasn’t trying to pace himself, plus he had sort of promised Woohyun they’d take a ride in the Range Rover later and he didn’t want to be driving drunk.
“Hey Sungjong?” Woohyun said, leaning back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, “Didn’t you only date Hoya in high school? Have you ever been with another man?”
Sunggyu kicked Woohyun’s chair, “You don’t want to know.”
“Well,” Sungjong began to explain, “Hoya is the only one I’ve ever been with. We started dating when I was in my last year of middle school.”
“Really? You’ve been with him that long? I thought it was just in high school. What the fuck was I doing in high school.”
“You were too busy trying to lure half the student body into your pants,” Sunggyu said, “you and than annoying friend of yours Key.”
Woohyun smiled and laid a hand on Sunggyu’s leg, “Were you jealous? And it wasn’t half the student body - it was only like fifteen people. I made long lasting business relationships with those hookups.”
“Oh excuse me for erring on your playboy past, present, and future.”
Hoya lugged his golf bag out and set it down, “So what happened here?” He pointed to the mess that had yet to be picked up.
“It was an accident, Sungyeol got hit in the face,” Myungsoo said, glancing up at Hoya who was looking unimpressed with what was going on until Sungyeol was brought into the equation.
“Hit in the face?” - Hoya chuckled - “Sounds about right.”
Sungyeol wanted to throw a golf ball at Hoya’s head so bad for that comment. Instead, he settled for giving him a dirty look. He’d been Hoya’s caddy in the past; however, he spent most of the time entertaining his husband Sungjong while Hoya golfed with his work colleagues.
Sungjong was a good guy, he reminded him of a cute younger brother, and he already had one of those, so he could afford to add another. Not that Sungjong needed to be taken care of with the millions of won he had to his name. How Sungjong had ended up with Hoya, Sungyeol had no clue. Maybe he had a nice dick.
He complained a lot about his job, but most of the guys Sungyeol caddied for were decent people - if not slightly eccentric. That was probably due to all the drink specials the bar hosted on event weekends. This weekend was a fundraiser for children’s cancer research, which brought rich people out of the woodwork because there was something about donating money and looking good while doing so that they all loved.
“Let’s golf together then,” said Hoya. He rifled through his golf bag for the club he wanted to use, “Sungjong didn’t want to golf, so I’m alone today.” Of course Sungjong didn’t want to golf, Sungyeol thought, everyone except Hoya knew Sungjong hated golf.
Peeking at Myungsoo’s face, Sungyeol noted that he didn’t seem to be too happy about Hoya showing up. There was a strain to his smile that Sungyeol hadn’t seen before on their other trips. Though, his face looked cold and sharp with his sunglasses, and it was impossible to tell what he was really expressing behind the frames.
“Sure, why don’t we? Sungyeol can help us both out, right Sungyeol?”
Sungyeol snapped his head back, “Yes, of course.”
“You’ll have to drive your own golf cart though,” Myungsoo added, getting up and picking his golf bag up off the ground, setting it back upright. That was Sungyeol’s cue to get back to work.
“You’re not going to share Myungsoo?” asked Hoya. Myungsoo must have done something that Sungyeol didn’t catch as he leaped into action, gathering the equipment into his arms. “Oh I see,” Hoya said; he went and patted Myungsoo on the back, “Good luck.”
He felt like he was missing something.
His long island iced tea was halfway gone and it wasn’t even half past eleven yet. There would be less left if he wasn’t trying to pace himself, plus he had sort of promised Woohyun they’d take a ride in the Range Rover later and he didn’t want to be driving drunk.
“Hey Sungjong?” Woohyun said, leaning back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, “Didn’t you only date Hoya in high school? Have you ever been with another man?”
Sunggyu kicked Woohyun’s chair, “You don’t want to know.”
“Well,” Sungjong began to explain, “Hoya is the only one I’ve ever been with. We started dating when I was in my last year of middle school.”
“Really? You’ve been with him that long? I thought it was just in high school. What the fuck was I doing in high school.”
“You were too busy trying to lure half the student body into your pants,” Sunggyu said, “you and than annoying friend of yours Key.”
Woohyun smiled and laid a hand on Sunggyu’s leg, “Were you jealous? And it wasn’t half the student body - it was only like fifteen people. I made long lasting business relationships with those hookups.”
“Oh excuse me for erring on your playboy past, present, and future.”
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