iss 2011: for nekkajitge
To: nekkajitge
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Written in Sin
Pairing/Focus: Hoya/Sungjong
Rating: PG - 13
Word count: 2,357
Summary: Please don't tell me I'm dreaming, when all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you.
“I can't stay,” Hoya whispered in the darkness. Sungjong whined in his arms and snuggled in closer.
“Yeah, you can,” he murmured sleepily in the darkness. Using all of his willpower, Hoya separated himself from Sungjong and slid out of bed, pacing back and forth. Sungjong sat up in the dim light and rubbed at his eyes, wrapping his blankets around him. “What's wrong?”
“What's wrong? This is wrong,” Hoya nearly shouted. Sungjong thought he saw Hoya's eyes flash red for a moment but dismissed it as a trick of the light.
“How is it wrong? You wanted it, I wanted it. I think we're okay on that front.”
“No, it's not the sex, okay? The sex was good.” Really good, Hoya thought as his eyes wandered back to Sungjong's body. His mind carried him back to their lovemaking, and all he could think about was running his hands all over Sungjong's smooth skin. “But that's not the point. The point is, I shouldn't even be here. I don't be long here.”
Sungjong frowned at him and sighed. “Of course you do,” he said softly, “I want you here. Doesn't that count?”
“Sungjong, that's not-” Sungjong cut Hoya off with a quick shake of his head.
“I don't want to hear it. You belong here. I said so, so it must be true.” He dropped the blankets around his body, and Hoya groaned, drinking in the sight of his pale skin in the dim light. “Come here, Hoya. I'll show you it's true.”
-
Hoya was gone again before the sun came up. The soreness in Sungjong's body was the only thing that remained when Hoya left in the mornings. Sungjong sighed heavily, wondering if Hoya was just using him.
He can't really be using you if you threw yourself at him, his mind reminded him. Sungjong spotted Hoya at the hospital, leaning on the doorway outside of his hospital room. He managed to get a glimpse of Hoya's face from the side and fell in love at first sight.
“It's love, isn't it?” Sungjong asked out loud. Only the silence of his small apartment answered him, following by the sounds of chirping birds from outside.
“It is. It's love.” Sungjong rolled out of bed and searched for his clothes on the floor, humming a song he didn't recognize. Then he marched towards the bathroom to clean up for the rest of his day, eager for the night when Hoya came to visit him.
-
Only one left.
“I know,” Hoya answered out loud with a slight scowl on his face. The haughtiness in the air from the voice surrounded him to the point where he felt like he was going to suffocate.
If I knew how much fun this would be, I would've changed the conditions of your eternal damnation earlier. Your pain and suffering over this boy is very amusing. Who knew you still had a heart?
Hoya brooded silently over The Devil's words from the shadows. He wasn't strong enough to keep a human form in the daytime, even with the added energy from Sungjong's lost soul. He'd already had sex with him five times, so most of that energy was depleted. One more time, then Sungjong's soul would be returned to him, and Hoya would have to go back to Hell to continue his eternal servitude to The Devil.
People walked past him on the sidewalk, completely unaware of his presence save for the few that shivered when they walked by him. His red eyes roamed over the crowd for a moment before an unbidden image of Sungjong appeared in his mind, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Oh, you can try to squeeze him from your mind. You can definitely try.
Hoya let out an angry breath. The Devil didn't make good company, but he was stuck with Him until the sun went down. Then he would finish his job with Sungjong.
-
“Sungjong, it's been five days. Are we going to meet this guy? Does he even exist?” Sungjong ignored the questions from Sungyeol and continued to sort through the records at the record store. “You can't ignore me forever.”
“I can, and I will. Watch me.” Woohyun snorted as Sungjong walked right past Sungyeol with a stack of records in his hands. Sungyeol frowned and pulled them out of place as Sungjong put them in. “Sungyeol, stop that. Unlike you, I need the money from this job to pay for my things.”
“Is there a reason why you won't let us meet him?” Woohyun asked, joining in with the hunt. Sungjong threw his hands up in the air and glared at the two of them.
“Really, you guys? What does it matter? Maybe I'm not ready for you to meet him, or maybe I'm just sparing him the pain of meeting you.” Woohyun and Sungyeol made mock noises of pain as they grasped their chests dramatically.
“Meet who now?” Sunggyu came out from the back of the store and dropped a dusty box of records onto the counter before dusting off his shirt.
“Sungjong has a new boyfriend and won't tell us anything about him. We don't even have a name,” Woohyun said quickly. Sungyeol nodded his head eagerly, and both of their eyes shined with evil. If anyone could get any information from Sungjong, it would be Sunggyu.
“Oh,” Sunggyu said lightly before digging into the box. Woohyun and Sungyeol gave him a look of disbelief while Sungjong smiled triumphantly.
“Wait. That's it? Just 'oh'?” No third degree, no prying, nothing?” Sungyeol asked, leaning onto the counter to look at Sunggyu's face.
“Yeah. Just 'oh.' He probably has his reasons for not telling us. On the other hand, those CDs I told you to sort through and put on the shelves are still in the same place I left them from half an hour ago. If you're not going to make yourself useful, then I can just-”
“Okay! Okay! I'm going. I see what's going on here. This is a conspiracy. At least Woohyun is on my side, right? Woohyun?” Woohyun was already sorting through his box, whistling a tune to himself like nothing was wrong. “Woohyun. Seriously?”
“What? It's not wise to conspire against a man that controls your pay.”
-
Hoya watched Sungjong from the shadows of the record store. He'd mentioned his coworkers once or twice after sex, but he'd called them friends. And Hoya couldn't understand why Sungjong called them friends. They picked on him. They made fun of him. They forced him to do the unsavory jobs at the store. It was a toned down version of Hoya's servitude to The Devil except for one thing.
Sungjong was smiling. He protested and threw things around a bit, and once or twice, Hoya even saw him strike his 'friends.' But most of the time, he was smiling and laughing. “I don't understand...”
You wouldn't understand. You don't have friends.
“Neither do you,” Hoya huffed, moving to another corner of the store as the sunlight started to creep closer to the one he was currently hiding in.
True, but I've been around long enough to see how fickle humans are with their relationships. Even when you were human, you didn't have friends. And that was centuries ago, anyway. Hoya felt a dismissive wave from The Devil and rolled his eyes.
“Friends are trouble.”
So are lovers.
“But they're different.”
Are they so different?
Hoya scowled as he watched the one named Sunggyu grab Sungjong and rub his knuckles into his hair. “I, for one, wouldn't treat him like that.”
Oh really? Looks like you were going at him pretty hard the last couple of-
“You're watching me?” Hoya hissed. He looked around wildly at the blank space, even though he knew The Devil was safely in Hell.
Of course. Have to make sure you come back after doing your job. You're one of my best servants, it'd be a shame to lose you.
“Yeah, what a shame.”
-
Sungjong watched the clock all day and sighed in relief when it came time for him to leave the shop. Sunggyu walked him out, which was rather odd because Sunggyu preferred to stay behind the counter and wave so he could keep an eye on Sungyeol and Woohyun.
“I don't want to pry, but at least tell me something about this guy. You know I worry about you the most,” Sunggyu said with a stern look on his face.
“I think you should worry about those two more,” Sungjong said, eyeing Sungyeol and Woohyun in the store. Sunggyu heard a crashing noise followed by Woohyun yelling, “My bad!” and sighed.
“At least tell me his name.”
Sungjong pursed his lips. Should he really be telling anyone about Hoya? Besides his name, Sungjong didn't really know anything else about him. He didn't know his last name, where he was from, what he did for a living. “Hoya. His name is Hoya,” Sungjong heard himself say. Sunggyu nodded thoughtfully before patting him on the back.
“If you think he's okay...”
“I do.”
“Okay. Maybe you'll introduce us someday. I mean, we're not that-” Another resounding crash from inside the store made Sunggyu stop and close his eyes.
“You should probably get back in there. They're destroying your store.” Sungjong laughed and bid Sunggyu goodbye before hurrying towards his apartment. The sun was setting, and if Hoya followed pattern, he'd be waiting for him inside his apartment.
-
Hoya heard the door open to Sungjong's apartment but made no motion to move from his spot. Today was his last day on the surface, and he was going to enjoy it until The Devil dragged him back to Hell, kicking and screaming.
“Hoya? Are you here?” Sungjong called from inside.
“Out here,” Hoya said, leaning on the railing to the balcony. The setting sun on the surface reminded him of the eternally burning flames in Hell, but it was softer, quieter, and it put his mind at ease for now. He heard the door slide open behind him, and shortly after, Sungjong wrapped his arms around Hoya's waist and rested his head against his back.
“Did you miss me?” Sungjong asked shyly. Hoya chuckled and turned around in Sungjong's arms, leaning back against the railing.
“Maybe I did. What're you going to do about it?” Hoya asked with a sly smile on his face. A faint pink blush appeared on Sungjong's face as he leaned in and traced circles on his chest.
“Come inside, and I'll show you.”
Hoya could hear his voice quivering slightly and laughed before grabbing Sungjong's hand and pulling him back inside.
-
Sungjong couldn't get enough. His skin was on fire, and his hands were gripping Hoya's forearms like they were his only tether to the world. He couldn't believe the noises that were coming from his mouth as Hoya hovered over him, mouth sucking on every inch of available skin.
“Hoya- Hoya, please,” he begged breathlessly. Sungjong heard his deep amused chuckle before he obliged.
-
“Sungjong,” Hoya whispered in the darkness. Sungjong didn't move, didn't make a sound to acknowledge he heard him. “This is the last time I can see you.” Sungjong's chest moved up and down slowly as he slept. Hoya ran his finger from Sungjong's nose and traced it all the way down to his chest, where he stopped. “You won't remember me, but I'll remember you. I guess it's better that way.” Hoya leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Sungjong's forehead.
Aw, how sweet. Back to Hell you go.
Hoya didn't protest when he felt something squeeze his middle and drag him breathlessly back to eternal damnation.
-
Sungjong woke up the next morning feeling sore, but with no recollection why. “I don't think Sunggyu worked me that hard at the sore,” he said, stretching his body and wincing when his muscles protested. He sat in his bed and blinked a few times. “I... am confused. Am I forgetting something?”
-
At nights, Sungjong dreamed of him. Him. He could remember saying a name in his dream, but by the time he woke up, the dream was so faded that he could hardly remember anything from them besides a sunset.
The days passed by, and Sungjong's mind nagged at him endlessly. He was forgetting something, and it was something important. What was it? He could feel it on the tip of his tongue, but it was only there, just right there and wouldn't go any further.
“Sungjong? Are you okay? Is something bothering you?” Sungyeol asked.
“No, I just. You know that feeling, where you think you're forgetting something, and it's right there, but you can't, for the life of you, remember what it is?”
“Oh yeah. That definitely sucks. I dunno. Look around at a bunch of things. Maybe that'll jar your memory.”
-
Sungjong dropped his keys onto his kitchen table after another day of work. He stared around his apartment and tried to remember. What am I forgetting? He glanced out towards the balcony and felt a tug in his memory. Maybe...
He made his way over to the door and slid it open, stepping out onto the balcony. The sun was setting, and a sudden sense of longing overwhelmed his feelings. There was a name that appeared in his mind, making his eyes widen.
“Hoya.”
But the question was, who in the world was Hoya?
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Written in Sin
Pairing/Focus: Hoya/Sungjong
Rating: PG - 13
Word count: 2,357
Summary: Please don't tell me I'm dreaming, when all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you.
“I can't stay,” Hoya whispered in the darkness. Sungjong whined in his arms and snuggled in closer.
“Yeah, you can,” he murmured sleepily in the darkness. Using all of his willpower, Hoya separated himself from Sungjong and slid out of bed, pacing back and forth. Sungjong sat up in the dim light and rubbed at his eyes, wrapping his blankets around him. “What's wrong?”
“What's wrong? This is wrong,” Hoya nearly shouted. Sungjong thought he saw Hoya's eyes flash red for a moment but dismissed it as a trick of the light.
“How is it wrong? You wanted it, I wanted it. I think we're okay on that front.”
“No, it's not the sex, okay? The sex was good.” Really good, Hoya thought as his eyes wandered back to Sungjong's body. His mind carried him back to their lovemaking, and all he could think about was running his hands all over Sungjong's smooth skin. “But that's not the point. The point is, I shouldn't even be here. I don't be long here.”
Sungjong frowned at him and sighed. “Of course you do,” he said softly, “I want you here. Doesn't that count?”
“Sungjong, that's not-” Sungjong cut Hoya off with a quick shake of his head.
“I don't want to hear it. You belong here. I said so, so it must be true.” He dropped the blankets around his body, and Hoya groaned, drinking in the sight of his pale skin in the dim light. “Come here, Hoya. I'll show you it's true.”
-
Hoya was gone again before the sun came up. The soreness in Sungjong's body was the only thing that remained when Hoya left in the mornings. Sungjong sighed heavily, wondering if Hoya was just using him.
He can't really be using you if you threw yourself at him, his mind reminded him. Sungjong spotted Hoya at the hospital, leaning on the doorway outside of his hospital room. He managed to get a glimpse of Hoya's face from the side and fell in love at first sight.
“It's love, isn't it?” Sungjong asked out loud. Only the silence of his small apartment answered him, following by the sounds of chirping birds from outside.
“It is. It's love.” Sungjong rolled out of bed and searched for his clothes on the floor, humming a song he didn't recognize. Then he marched towards the bathroom to clean up for the rest of his day, eager for the night when Hoya came to visit him.
-
Only one left.
“I know,” Hoya answered out loud with a slight scowl on his face. The haughtiness in the air from the voice surrounded him to the point where he felt like he was going to suffocate.
If I knew how much fun this would be, I would've changed the conditions of your eternal damnation earlier. Your pain and suffering over this boy is very amusing. Who knew you still had a heart?
Hoya brooded silently over The Devil's words from the shadows. He wasn't strong enough to keep a human form in the daytime, even with the added energy from Sungjong's lost soul. He'd already had sex with him five times, so most of that energy was depleted. One more time, then Sungjong's soul would be returned to him, and Hoya would have to go back to Hell to continue his eternal servitude to The Devil.
People walked past him on the sidewalk, completely unaware of his presence save for the few that shivered when they walked by him. His red eyes roamed over the crowd for a moment before an unbidden image of Sungjong appeared in his mind, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Oh, you can try to squeeze him from your mind. You can definitely try.
Hoya let out an angry breath. The Devil didn't make good company, but he was stuck with Him until the sun went down. Then he would finish his job with Sungjong.
-
“Sungjong, it's been five days. Are we going to meet this guy? Does he even exist?” Sungjong ignored the questions from Sungyeol and continued to sort through the records at the record store. “You can't ignore me forever.”
“I can, and I will. Watch me.” Woohyun snorted as Sungjong walked right past Sungyeol with a stack of records in his hands. Sungyeol frowned and pulled them out of place as Sungjong put them in. “Sungyeol, stop that. Unlike you, I need the money from this job to pay for my things.”
“Is there a reason why you won't let us meet him?” Woohyun asked, joining in with the hunt. Sungjong threw his hands up in the air and glared at the two of them.
“Really, you guys? What does it matter? Maybe I'm not ready for you to meet him, or maybe I'm just sparing him the pain of meeting you.” Woohyun and Sungyeol made mock noises of pain as they grasped their chests dramatically.
“Meet who now?” Sunggyu came out from the back of the store and dropped a dusty box of records onto the counter before dusting off his shirt.
“Sungjong has a new boyfriend and won't tell us anything about him. We don't even have a name,” Woohyun said quickly. Sungyeol nodded his head eagerly, and both of their eyes shined with evil. If anyone could get any information from Sungjong, it would be Sunggyu.
“Oh,” Sunggyu said lightly before digging into the box. Woohyun and Sungyeol gave him a look of disbelief while Sungjong smiled triumphantly.
“Wait. That's it? Just 'oh'?” No third degree, no prying, nothing?” Sungyeol asked, leaning onto the counter to look at Sunggyu's face.
“Yeah. Just 'oh.' He probably has his reasons for not telling us. On the other hand, those CDs I told you to sort through and put on the shelves are still in the same place I left them from half an hour ago. If you're not going to make yourself useful, then I can just-”
“Okay! Okay! I'm going. I see what's going on here. This is a conspiracy. At least Woohyun is on my side, right? Woohyun?” Woohyun was already sorting through his box, whistling a tune to himself like nothing was wrong. “Woohyun. Seriously?”
“What? It's not wise to conspire against a man that controls your pay.”
-
Hoya watched Sungjong from the shadows of the record store. He'd mentioned his coworkers once or twice after sex, but he'd called them friends. And Hoya couldn't understand why Sungjong called them friends. They picked on him. They made fun of him. They forced him to do the unsavory jobs at the store. It was a toned down version of Hoya's servitude to The Devil except for one thing.
Sungjong was smiling. He protested and threw things around a bit, and once or twice, Hoya even saw him strike his 'friends.' But most of the time, he was smiling and laughing. “I don't understand...”
You wouldn't understand. You don't have friends.
“Neither do you,” Hoya huffed, moving to another corner of the store as the sunlight started to creep closer to the one he was currently hiding in.
True, but I've been around long enough to see how fickle humans are with their relationships. Even when you were human, you didn't have friends. And that was centuries ago, anyway. Hoya felt a dismissive wave from The Devil and rolled his eyes.
“Friends are trouble.”
So are lovers.
“But they're different.”
Are they so different?
Hoya scowled as he watched the one named Sunggyu grab Sungjong and rub his knuckles into his hair. “I, for one, wouldn't treat him like that.”
Oh really? Looks like you were going at him pretty hard the last couple of-
“You're watching me?” Hoya hissed. He looked around wildly at the blank space, even though he knew The Devil was safely in Hell.
Of course. Have to make sure you come back after doing your job. You're one of my best servants, it'd be a shame to lose you.
“Yeah, what a shame.”
-
Sungjong watched the clock all day and sighed in relief when it came time for him to leave the shop. Sunggyu walked him out, which was rather odd because Sunggyu preferred to stay behind the counter and wave so he could keep an eye on Sungyeol and Woohyun.
“I don't want to pry, but at least tell me something about this guy. You know I worry about you the most,” Sunggyu said with a stern look on his face.
“I think you should worry about those two more,” Sungjong said, eyeing Sungyeol and Woohyun in the store. Sunggyu heard a crashing noise followed by Woohyun yelling, “My bad!” and sighed.
“At least tell me his name.”
Sungjong pursed his lips. Should he really be telling anyone about Hoya? Besides his name, Sungjong didn't really know anything else about him. He didn't know his last name, where he was from, what he did for a living. “Hoya. His name is Hoya,” Sungjong heard himself say. Sunggyu nodded thoughtfully before patting him on the back.
“If you think he's okay...”
“I do.”
“Okay. Maybe you'll introduce us someday. I mean, we're not that-” Another resounding crash from inside the store made Sunggyu stop and close his eyes.
“You should probably get back in there. They're destroying your store.” Sungjong laughed and bid Sunggyu goodbye before hurrying towards his apartment. The sun was setting, and if Hoya followed pattern, he'd be waiting for him inside his apartment.
-
Hoya heard the door open to Sungjong's apartment but made no motion to move from his spot. Today was his last day on the surface, and he was going to enjoy it until The Devil dragged him back to Hell, kicking and screaming.
“Hoya? Are you here?” Sungjong called from inside.
“Out here,” Hoya said, leaning on the railing to the balcony. The setting sun on the surface reminded him of the eternally burning flames in Hell, but it was softer, quieter, and it put his mind at ease for now. He heard the door slide open behind him, and shortly after, Sungjong wrapped his arms around Hoya's waist and rested his head against his back.
“Did you miss me?” Sungjong asked shyly. Hoya chuckled and turned around in Sungjong's arms, leaning back against the railing.
“Maybe I did. What're you going to do about it?” Hoya asked with a sly smile on his face. A faint pink blush appeared on Sungjong's face as he leaned in and traced circles on his chest.
“Come inside, and I'll show you.”
Hoya could hear his voice quivering slightly and laughed before grabbing Sungjong's hand and pulling him back inside.
-
Sungjong couldn't get enough. His skin was on fire, and his hands were gripping Hoya's forearms like they were his only tether to the world. He couldn't believe the noises that were coming from his mouth as Hoya hovered over him, mouth sucking on every inch of available skin.
“Hoya- Hoya, please,” he begged breathlessly. Sungjong heard his deep amused chuckle before he obliged.
-
“Sungjong,” Hoya whispered in the darkness. Sungjong didn't move, didn't make a sound to acknowledge he heard him. “This is the last time I can see you.” Sungjong's chest moved up and down slowly as he slept. Hoya ran his finger from Sungjong's nose and traced it all the way down to his chest, where he stopped. “You won't remember me, but I'll remember you. I guess it's better that way.” Hoya leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Sungjong's forehead.
Aw, how sweet. Back to Hell you go.
Hoya didn't protest when he felt something squeeze his middle and drag him breathlessly back to eternal damnation.
-
Sungjong woke up the next morning feeling sore, but with no recollection why. “I don't think Sunggyu worked me that hard at the sore,” he said, stretching his body and wincing when his muscles protested. He sat in his bed and blinked a few times. “I... am confused. Am I forgetting something?”
-
At nights, Sungjong dreamed of him. Him. He could remember saying a name in his dream, but by the time he woke up, the dream was so faded that he could hardly remember anything from them besides a sunset.
The days passed by, and Sungjong's mind nagged at him endlessly. He was forgetting something, and it was something important. What was it? He could feel it on the tip of his tongue, but it was only there, just right there and wouldn't go any further.
“Sungjong? Are you okay? Is something bothering you?” Sungyeol asked.
“No, I just. You know that feeling, where you think you're forgetting something, and it's right there, but you can't, for the life of you, remember what it is?”
“Oh yeah. That definitely sucks. I dunno. Look around at a bunch of things. Maybe that'll jar your memory.”
-
Sungjong dropped his keys onto his kitchen table after another day of work. He stared around his apartment and tried to remember. What am I forgetting? He glanced out towards the balcony and felt a tug in his memory. Maybe...
He made his way over to the door and slid it open, stepping out onto the balcony. The sun was setting, and a sudden sense of longing overwhelmed his feelings. There was a name that appeared in his mind, making his eyes widen.
“Hoya.”
But the question was, who in the world was Hoya?