summer is a season of recklessness
summer is a season of recklessness
woohyun/sunggyu, pg-13, general
they do things sixteen year olds do. based sorta on this prompt. for deasyellow's birthday too, i thought the other one wasn't really woogyu D:
Woohyun has ugly hands. Sunggyu has pretty ones.
They establish this on a Tuesday summer afternoon, when the heat is hanging over the ground like a sticky, suffocating duvet and they’re in the midst of cutting class because, as Woohyun put it, “it’s too hot to sit and stare at Sunmin’s legs”.
“Let’s get Dongwoo out here, too,” Woohyun suggests, “then we can go to the arcade or something.”
“Your fingers are really ugly,” Sunggyu remarks as Woohyun brings his phone to his ear. Woohyun shoots him a glance.
“That’s a really romantic comment. Thanks,” Woohyun says, sliding the base of his right shoe up against the wall.
Sunggyu examines his own fingers. They’re pretty. He thrusts his right hand in front of Woohyun and is rewarded with another glance.
They don’t say anything, but everything parses anyway. Sunggyu has a hint of a smirk on his lips. Woohyun rolls his eyes.
“I get it,” he tells the tree branch on his other side. The smirk eases onto Sunggyu’s lips.
“Man, why isn’t Dongwoo picking - hello?”
Sunggyu doesn’t hear Dongwoo, but he bets Dongwoo’s whispering in class right now.
“Dude, ditch class and come out with us. We can go to the arcade.” Woohyun says into the phone.
Sunggyu watches a car zoom through the dust of their quiet little town and wonders what it’s like to feel the wind against your cheek in a convertible. They’re barely sixteen, old enough to think about certain things, but young enough not to care.
“Dongwoo says he’s got a test in ten minutes,” Woohyun disconnects the call and they pad down the street together.
They wind up at the arcade anyway, even though Dongwoo’s the one who absolutely fucking destroys at Mortal Kombat and Grand Prix Legends and gets them all the tokens. Woohyun does a decent job at the hoops and Sunggyu at Wild Gunman, and they get enough tokens to redeem a large bag of candy. Woohyun grabs it in triumph when the guy at the counter hands it over and chucks a handful at Sunggyu as they make their way out of the store.
“What the fuck,” Sunggyu says, bending down and grabbing whatever he hadn’t managed to catch (which was quite a bit; his reflexes were never fantastic to begin with). He straightens up to see Woohyun laughing, so he aims a piece at Woohyun’s face. It bounces against Woohyun’s temple, which that isn’t far off the mark.
Woohyun glares shortly at Sunggyu, the way he does whenever Sunggyu lets sticky chocolate wrappers fall to the floor in Woohyun’s room, and pops a piece of candy in his mouth. He nudges Sunggyu, his cheeks bunched in a mischievous grin. Sunggyu tips his head questioningly.
“I have good shit for you,” Woohyun mock-whispers, “at home.”
Sunggyu just looks at Woohyun. Woohyun snorts and drags Sunggyu in the direction of his house.
Sunggyu sprawls himself on Woohyun’s bed with his shoes on when they reach Woohyun’s room, even though he knows Woohyun hates it. He gets shoved off the bed for that, so his ass meets the floor painfully before he feels something hit his thigh.
It’s a pack of cigarettes, just two left in the box. Woohyun rummages in his drawers for what seems like an eternity before he retrieves a lighter, the fluid almost gone. Sunggyu raises an eyebrow.
“C’mon, we need to get out. My mom will kill me if we do it here,” Woohyun says, and Sunggyu finds himself getting hauled out of Woohyun’s house to the playground a few blocks down.
“How did you get these,” Sunggyu says, removing a cigarette from the box. Woohyun shrugs.
“Got those off Howon. Nicked the lighter off my dad.” Woohyun flicks the striker and watches the flame. It burns a soft orange, the color of warmth. Sunggyu thinks it looks a lot less thrilling than it’s supposed to be. It’s their first time smoking a cigarette - there should be creepy rock music playing or something.
Woohyun blinks down at his cigarette, and glances at Sunggyu. Sunggyu knows Woohyun isn’t prepared to go down alone.
“Ready?” Woohyun asks, nonchalantly, but Sunggyu hears the deep, bubbling undercurrent of trepidation in the word. Not fear, because they know not of fear. Just caution.
Sunggyu nods, and both of them hesitate for a fraction of a second before slipping their cigarettes into their mouths. Woohyun takes a deep breath and brings the lighter to the end of his; it ignites easily. His face is immobile and he tosses the lighter to Sunggyu.
Sunggyu lights his as well, and inhales fully - the nicotine reaches his lungs, burning and scratching its way there before he realizes it is a mistake, and he yanks the cigarette away to cough. He looks over at Woohyun, clearly keeping the smoke in his mouth. Sunggyu can tell Woohyun’s heard about smoking, but his eyes water anyway.
Then Woohyun coughs, the cigarette falling to the floor, ember sprinkling over his shirt. He looks at Sunggyu, bent over coughing, and suddenly they laugh because they know they look pathetic and somehow, it doesn’t even matter.
“That was dumb,” Sunggyu says, snuffing out the cigarette under the sole of his sneaker.
Woohyun nods, slinging his arm over Sunggyu’s shoulder, and they make their way back to school to abduct Dongwoo out of class. Sunggyu punches Woohyun in the gut for the cigarettes on the way, and Woohyun throws his empty bottle of soda at him.
Their sneakers hit the pavement in concerted steps, one-and-two-and-three-and-four, and Sunggyu feels like he’s at the top of the world even though they just got their asses handed to them by a cigarette. They’ve still got swag in buckets, still got a roar in their hearts and they are young as the sun is bright. Woohyun’s still his best friend who thinks whatever Sunggyu’s about to say. He still has prettier fingers than Woohyun. They are whatever they want to be, and nothing else matters.
woohyun/sunggyu, pg-13, general
they do things sixteen year olds do. based sorta on this prompt. for deasyellow's birthday too, i thought the other one wasn't really woogyu D:
Woohyun has ugly hands. Sunggyu has pretty ones.
They establish this on a Tuesday summer afternoon, when the heat is hanging over the ground like a sticky, suffocating duvet and they’re in the midst of cutting class because, as Woohyun put it, “it’s too hot to sit and stare at Sunmin’s legs”.
“Let’s get Dongwoo out here, too,” Woohyun suggests, “then we can go to the arcade or something.”
“Your fingers are really ugly,” Sunggyu remarks as Woohyun brings his phone to his ear. Woohyun shoots him a glance.
“That’s a really romantic comment. Thanks,” Woohyun says, sliding the base of his right shoe up against the wall.
Sunggyu examines his own fingers. They’re pretty. He thrusts his right hand in front of Woohyun and is rewarded with another glance.
They don’t say anything, but everything parses anyway. Sunggyu has a hint of a smirk on his lips. Woohyun rolls his eyes.
“I get it,” he tells the tree branch on his other side. The smirk eases onto Sunggyu’s lips.
“Man, why isn’t Dongwoo picking - hello?”
Sunggyu doesn’t hear Dongwoo, but he bets Dongwoo’s whispering in class right now.
“Dude, ditch class and come out with us. We can go to the arcade.” Woohyun says into the phone.
Sunggyu watches a car zoom through the dust of their quiet little town and wonders what it’s like to feel the wind against your cheek in a convertible. They’re barely sixteen, old enough to think about certain things, but young enough not to care.
“Dongwoo says he’s got a test in ten minutes,” Woohyun disconnects the call and they pad down the street together.
They wind up at the arcade anyway, even though Dongwoo’s the one who absolutely fucking destroys at Mortal Kombat and Grand Prix Legends and gets them all the tokens. Woohyun does a decent job at the hoops and Sunggyu at Wild Gunman, and they get enough tokens to redeem a large bag of candy. Woohyun grabs it in triumph when the guy at the counter hands it over and chucks a handful at Sunggyu as they make their way out of the store.
“What the fuck,” Sunggyu says, bending down and grabbing whatever he hadn’t managed to catch (which was quite a bit; his reflexes were never fantastic to begin with). He straightens up to see Woohyun laughing, so he aims a piece at Woohyun’s face. It bounces against Woohyun’s temple, which that isn’t far off the mark.
Woohyun glares shortly at Sunggyu, the way he does whenever Sunggyu lets sticky chocolate wrappers fall to the floor in Woohyun’s room, and pops a piece of candy in his mouth. He nudges Sunggyu, his cheeks bunched in a mischievous grin. Sunggyu tips his head questioningly.
“I have good shit for you,” Woohyun mock-whispers, “at home.”
Sunggyu just looks at Woohyun. Woohyun snorts and drags Sunggyu in the direction of his house.
Sunggyu sprawls himself on Woohyun’s bed with his shoes on when they reach Woohyun’s room, even though he knows Woohyun hates it. He gets shoved off the bed for that, so his ass meets the floor painfully before he feels something hit his thigh.
It’s a pack of cigarettes, just two left in the box. Woohyun rummages in his drawers for what seems like an eternity before he retrieves a lighter, the fluid almost gone. Sunggyu raises an eyebrow.
“C’mon, we need to get out. My mom will kill me if we do it here,” Woohyun says, and Sunggyu finds himself getting hauled out of Woohyun’s house to the playground a few blocks down.
“How did you get these,” Sunggyu says, removing a cigarette from the box. Woohyun shrugs.
“Got those off Howon. Nicked the lighter off my dad.” Woohyun flicks the striker and watches the flame. It burns a soft orange, the color of warmth. Sunggyu thinks it looks a lot less thrilling than it’s supposed to be. It’s their first time smoking a cigarette - there should be creepy rock music playing or something.
Woohyun blinks down at his cigarette, and glances at Sunggyu. Sunggyu knows Woohyun isn’t prepared to go down alone.
“Ready?” Woohyun asks, nonchalantly, but Sunggyu hears the deep, bubbling undercurrent of trepidation in the word. Not fear, because they know not of fear. Just caution.
Sunggyu nods, and both of them hesitate for a fraction of a second before slipping their cigarettes into their mouths. Woohyun takes a deep breath and brings the lighter to the end of his; it ignites easily. His face is immobile and he tosses the lighter to Sunggyu.
Sunggyu lights his as well, and inhales fully - the nicotine reaches his lungs, burning and scratching its way there before he realizes it is a mistake, and he yanks the cigarette away to cough. He looks over at Woohyun, clearly keeping the smoke in his mouth. Sunggyu can tell Woohyun’s heard about smoking, but his eyes water anyway.
Then Woohyun coughs, the cigarette falling to the floor, ember sprinkling over his shirt. He looks at Sunggyu, bent over coughing, and suddenly they laugh because they know they look pathetic and somehow, it doesn’t even matter.
“That was dumb,” Sunggyu says, snuffing out the cigarette under the sole of his sneaker.
Woohyun nods, slinging his arm over Sunggyu’s shoulder, and they make their way back to school to abduct Dongwoo out of class. Sunggyu punches Woohyun in the gut for the cigarettes on the way, and Woohyun throws his empty bottle of soda at him.
Their sneakers hit the pavement in concerted steps, one-and-two-and-three-and-four, and Sunggyu feels like he’s at the top of the world even though they just got their asses handed to them by a cigarette. They’ve still got swag in buckets, still got a roar in their hearts and they are young as the sun is bright. Woohyun’s still his best friend who thinks whatever Sunggyu’s about to say. He still has prettier fingers than Woohyun. They are whatever they want to be, and nothing else matters.