Homecoming / Chapter 1/3
wooya/woowon/woogyu/hogyu/gyuya/woogyuya/whateveryouliketocallthis
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Part 1
Woohyun's POV
It's a cold autumn night and I had just returned home, totally drained from the teaching lessons. When Infinite proved to be less infinite than everyone thought, I accepted offer from Woollim to be a vocal teacher for their trainees. Well, they forgot to mention that they would accept any kid who is able to hit the first three tones. Seriously, and people said our idol generation was already mostly talentless.
Well, never mind. I'm home. I bought a very tasty, old and expensive wine on my way home and cooked myself lasagna. My flat is small, cozy, colored and furnished exactly to my liking and ...
DING-DONG~~
I ate a spoonful of my lasagna and turned off the radio I was listening to while dining.
"Who is it?" I asked through the intercom.
"I'm bringing a dowry."
The tiredness of the whole day finally landed on my shoulders. I mean...pretending that I'm not freaking exhausted is easy when I'm home by myself and free to slack of as much as I wish, but with a friend around???
"Howon-ah,...." I sigh.
"Well I'm happy that I came for a visit and I'm glad to see me as well, can you let me in? It's starting to rain."
I pushed the button to let him in and returned back to my dinner. I was all down and I felt like I couldn't even keep my back straight, realising how really tired I suddenly felt. I heard him beeping the code on my front door alarm. He danced his way towards the kitchen, holding up two huge bottles of soju.
When I saw the bottles and small travel bag hanging on his shoulder, I finally got it.
"Ah...Liz's visiting?" His face fell and he dropped his obviously equally tired form on the chair next to me.
"Yeah. Seriously, can't they just get married, get their own house? When she was visiting once a year it was bearable, but she's here like....every month now." He murmurers and pouts.
Let me fill you in. After Infinite officially stopped promotions as group, Hoya and Dongwoo launched their own dance academy. They bought a spacious flat and made a living together, as well. For a while before that though, Dongwoo was in relationship with a foreign chick. Don't ask how that happened, cause nobody knows. We went to shoot our last MV in Sydney, got a week off there, and after we returned we couldn't get Dongwoo off Skype. After 5 years of a distance relationship, one would expect her to finally get her ass here and be with him but for some fucked up reason, both she and Dongwoo seem more than happy about this setting. Howon is not, cause he and Dongwoo still live together. But with her coming and going as she pleases, it doesn't really make it easy for Howon to call that place "home" anymore. Once in a while it becomes their home and Howon's...homeless. Of course Dongwoo offered that they'll get a hotel for the days she comes, but it wouldn't be like Hoya to agree to this. Despite Hoya's venomous tongue, cold attitude and occasional Busan-typical curmudgeonliness, he'd give up his own arm and leg for Dongwoo. But that's an old story all of you already know.
"I'm not gonna pity you, Howon. I told you already, all you need to do is talk to him about it." The guy next to me clicks his tongue.
"It's his flat as well. And he's happy she's here. And...we can have a blast!" He finally raises his eyes and winks at me.
During his homeless days, Hoya usually finds his way to me and we spend the weekend watching movies, going out to a club, getting wasted, talking, singing...anything to scratch the reality from our heads for a while.
After a while, the first bottle of soju was already empty and sitting comfortably on the couch armrest. Hoya was standing on my coffee table, singing "I believe I can fly" and the exhaustion I felt before feels almost comfortable now. When Hoya stumbles and falls from the coffee table right next to me on the couch, we both burst out laughing. I reach for the mic and wanted to choose my song when I heard Hoya shuffling his way toward his bag. I don't pay much attention to it and get to singing my song. My voice sounds a little hoarse after a whole day of teaching, but I successfully finish it. Meanwhile, Hoya opens the new bottle and pours us another shot each, and I take it that what he brought and put on the coffee table next to the shots is a strip of unidentifiable quantity of condoms. We down the glasses and after the song is over we're both equally breathless from all the trolling. We just collapsed against the headrest of the couch. My eyes were closing on their own accord. Is it sleep? Or is it the alcohol? I don't really care. Damn this feels good...
"Woohyun-ah?" I hear Hoya next to me so I only lean my head to face him, resting my cheek still on the couch in the meantime. He is looking at me with this need in his eyes, and I know what it means. My lips crack into a reassuring smile and I lean forward to meet his lips mid-way.
I'm climbing on my bed backwards as his hands on my hips guide me to do so. Breathless, sweaty and half naked, I gasp for air when Hoya tugs my shirt over my head swiftly. The second it passes over my face, our tongues are locked again and I can feel his heated palms on the small of my back. He breaks the wet sloppy kiss and nibbles down my jaw to suck on the sensitive skin of my neck.
"MMmm...." I let out, and for some reason tried to keep my moans low; it's probably habit from before. I incline my head to the side to give him more space and look down to monitor my fingers as they fumble with Hoya's belt.
I can't really say when I lost track of what was happening... I remember us kneeling down, chest to chest, and Hoya's rough hands handling both of our cocks at the same time. I do remember how he'd dug his nails into the wall over my bed as I kneeled beside him and thrust into him with all the energy left in me. His head's dropped between his arms and the muscles on his shoulder-blades moved as he got more and more tense. Then there was nothing...just darkness, heat and...peace.
I open my eyes when I hear my phone ringing and vibrating on the night stand. Dang...did I have to be so clever to put it there right after coming home? Couldn't I just leave it in the jacket or something? I sigh and look at what time is it. 2AM?! WHO THE FUCK??
I try to reach it to see who the hell is calling at this time, but I realized I can't move. The heat from behind me and all around me made me sweaty. I remember what the case of it was and sigh...
"Hoya..." I speak up and try to wriggle my way out of his arms.
Part 2
Hoya's POV
I frown. Turn that fucking thing off....I wanna sleep! I hug the person next to me even tighter.
"Hoya..." I hear a voice and I feel a resistance to my hold. I open my eyes and and arms to let go.
"Ah...what the fuck!" I swear when I see it's only 2AM. I close my eyes again and let the bed owner to do whatever he wants, I am sleeping some more.
I hear Woohyun's voice speaking:
"Gyu hyung! Do you know what the fucking time is?!" He swears in low tired bed voice.
"Woohyun-ah,I'm sorry that I'm waking you up. I just can't sleep and I need to talk to you. I'm getting crazy here!" I hear Sunggyu hyung wailing into the phone which is sadly on speaker.
"Sunggyu-yaaaaaah~" Woohyun wails and drops his head back on the pillow.
"What is it now! Jealous scene? Did Sowon cock block you again? Morning sickness again? No wait, it can't be because it's fucking ONLY 2AM!" Woohyun groans.
I sigh and turn on my back. I massage the root of my nose and find myself fully awake.
"Woohyun-ah! She's totally crazy, if she heard you talking about morning sickness I believe she would simply...puke in the morning praying that it will make her pregnant."
Ok, that's enough...I need sleep, Woohyun is probably hungover and he doesn't know how to say "NO" to Sunggyu. But that's an old story all of you know.
So I force my eyes open, prompt myself on my elbow and throw my arm over Woohyun's torso. I lean against him and give a butterfly kisses to his naked shoulder.
"Yah!" I hear a shriek from the phone. I force my eyes open a little wider and focus on the screen of the phone in Woohyun's hands. Video call.....Woogyu, I should've known better.
"With all due respect hyung, don't 'yah!' me at 2AM in the morning." I reach towards the screen. Woohyun knows what's I'M about to do and half of his brain probably wants me to not do it and the other half is just utterly grateful that I do.
"Yah, yah, yah! Howon-ah, don't you dare to hang up o-" and the screen goes black.
Woohyun drops the phone on the mattress next to the pillow and turns in my arms. He snuggles closer and brushes his nose over mine.
"Thanks," he croaks. His eyes are already closed again.
I smile and bet he won't remember half of it in the morning, Woohyun's terrible hangovers...
I close my eyes and tighten my arm around him.
"Geez, will you ever grow up from being a fucking sleeping dead-lock?" He complains about my sleeping habits and fidgets a little. He hated it years ago and he hates it now, as well.
"And you snore." I shoot back and turn around to show him my back. It doesn't take long before I feel Woohyun's naked torso against it. Other part of his body just as firm as his torso...
"Won-ah, how many condoms are left?"
"Enough," I purr and shift closer....