Support
Title: Support
Length: 1/1
Author: Kurokitsune09
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst-ish?
Focus: Onesided!HoyaxSungyeol (for now)
Sub-Focus: Woohyun has a cameo and Myungsoo and Rainbow’s Hyunyoung are mentioned.
Inspiration: Infinite. Definitely Infinite. Yeah…I think...
Notes: …I dunno...an’ the ending is a lil odd…yeah…damn it. i need to write a sequel now. unhappy!hoya is not my cup of coffee. Neither is unhappy!Sungyeol
Summary: Hoya is always there when he’s breaking, always; rain, snow, shine.
The call came late at night and to be honest, Hoya knew it was coming. Somewhere deep in his chest, in his gut he knew that his best friend since almost diapers was going to call him so he hadn’t slept yet even though it was almost 1 in the morning. Telling his parents that he had a test the next day was kind of a white lie. He had one but government was probably the one class he could sleep through all year and still pass with an A the end of the year. He just wanted to make sure he wasn’t groggy, cranky and sleeping when he called. His friend didn’t need that.
“Yah, do you know what time it is?” Hoya’s voice was soft the moment he answered his cell phone just seconds after it rang. He paused for a moment, spinning a pencil between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ve a test tomorrow.”
“You could sleep through that test and still pass,” was the light answer from the other end. Shortly after that, there was a feeble laugh. “Howon-ah,”
Hoya’s hand curled on the pencil he was holding, the mechanical pencil’s frame creaking as his fist tightened. Had it been anyone else, Hoya would have yelled because he liked Hoya more but this was Sungyeol. This was Lee-fucking-Sungyeol and he only called him Howon (his real name which never actually tolerated from anyone else, not even his parents) when he was upset. And as much as he liked Hoya, Hoya liked hearing Howon from Sungyeol. Hoya only tolerated Howon from Sungyeol and Sungyeol alone…well, maybe Woohyun too but mainly Sungyeol. But at the same time, it hurt. It just fucking hurt, as if thousands upon thousand of needles were stabbing him through the chest because Hoya would never hear Sungyeol call him Howon when he was happy. It was always when he was upset, upset and breaking and Hoya hated it. He hated it because his Sungyeol shouldn’t be breaking.
“Howon-ah, are you listening? Are you still there?” Sungyeol’s voice was light, a little worried at his silence and Hoya was already moving about his room, pencil still creaking in his grip. “Howon-ah?”
“Yeah. I’m still here Yeol-ah,” Hoya said. His phone was held in the crook of his shoulder and ear as he buttoned the jeans he slipped into and he had his sweater hanging off a shoulder as he moved about. The pencil had long dropped to his carpeted floor and Hoya snatched his keys off of his desk. “Same place Yeol-ah?”
“Yeah, but Howon-ah-“ whatever he was going to say kind of skips Hoya’s brain and the door of his house slammed behind him as he exited. Hoya already knew that speech by heart; how he really didn’t need to come, how it wasn’t a big deal, how Sungyeol was sorry for calling. It happened a lot. It shouldn’t but it did. It fucking did.
---
The moment the door to the little bar opened, the tender behind the counter, Woohyun, just nodded and made a gesture towards the back. Hoya gave him an apologetic smile and Woohyun just clapped his back as he passed.
“Yeol-ah’s already here. It looks pretty bad this time Hoya-ya,” Woohyun’s voice was low, slightly worried and Hoya grimaced. He nodded his thanks, moving towards the back when Woohyun caught his arm. He turned, brows furrowing. “Why don’t you just tell him?”
Hoya went quiet, stopping and turning around to face Woohyun fully for a moment. He knew exactly what the other man was referring to. He really did. Nam Woohyun was the first person he told when he realized, after coaxing a drunk, depressed Sungyeol into his car for the 3rd time in a span of 2 months that he was hopelessly in love with his best friend.
“Yeol-ah’s my best friend Woohyun-ah. I don’t want to do anything to ruin that. I just want him to be happy,” and as Woohyun let go, Hoya slipped towards the back.
“Sorry,” was the first thing that Sungyeol murmured as Hoya slid into the seat next to him. Hoya paused, watching his friend. He wanted to tell him that it wasn’t a big deal, that he really was studying for his government test and that he wasn’t asleep anyways but the words just kind of died as he looked at his friend.
Sungyeol’s skin was pale, his eyes red and the skin beneath his eyes were puffy, raised. His hair was messy and his shirt was wrinkled. Hoya winced inwardly when he saw a light bruise beginning to form at his chin. When Sungyeol smiled up at him, Hoya saw how much pain he was in, how his lips trembled and how he was this close to tears again, Hoya really hated how Cho Hyunyoung had that much power over his best friend. To make him look that damn miserable.
“We’re friends you idiot,” Hoya chided quietly, throwing an arm around the slightly younger male. He heard Sungyeol seem to make a noise but he said nothing else and just shifted closer. Hoya inhaled, sighing inwardly as Sungyeol eventually buried his face into his chest and cried. It was going to be a long rest of the night.
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The next time Woohyun saw Sungyeol enter the bar looking quite upset, it was raining. It was pouring and Sungyeol dripped as he made his way to his customary corner. Woohyun gave him a sad smile as he approached, towel in hand and a glass of his normal soju. Sungyeol took the towel but surprised Woohyun by denying the soju.
“You alright?” Woohyun asked, leaning his hip on the table. Sungyeol looked up and gave a slight bitter smile.
“Yeah. I’m alright Woohyun-ah,” was his reply, low and somewhat somber. Woohyun nodded, watching but not exactly believing his words. He left for a moment, just a second to the bar to tell someone he was taking a quick break before he returned back to Sungyeol.
“Are you sure?” Woohyun pressed. “I can call Hoya-ya if you want. You look kinda miserable and honestly, I think Hoya-ya is the best person for you to talk to. He always is.”
“I know,” Sungyeol said softly. And he watched Woohyun dial his cell phone, watched as he spoke to Hoya over the phone. When he hung up, Sungyeol asked softly, suddenly, “Woohyun-ah, how many times does this make it?”
“What?”
“It’s been so many times I don’t even remember when it started,” Sungyeol continued, as if he hadn’t asked his question and Woohyun was kind of at a loss when Sungyeol buried his head into his arms. “Fuck. He should stop supporting me. He should just stop it.”
It was the first time since Woohyun met Sungyeol and Hoya that Woohyun called back to Hoya and told him he’d take care of it.
---
Hoya couldn’t tell if he hated Kim Myungsoo or not. While it was no secret to him that Sungyeol swung both ways, he was fine with that but he couldn’t tell if he liked Sungyeol’s new boyfriend or not. On some level, he liked him; Hoya really did because the younger man made Sungyeol smile and laugh like it was second nature, like it was breathing. But at the same time, Hoya hated him for making his Sungyeol smile and laugh when he was supposed to.
He knew that Sungyeol really liked Myungsoo, more so this time than any other one of his old girlfriends and boyfriends. It broke Hoya’s heart when he realized in the future, he was going to pick up the shattered pieces of his friend He wanted to stop watching him break. Because watching him break was painful, agonizing for him. He really wanted to stop caring, to stop watching.
…but he knew he couldn’t and wasn’t ever going to stop. Because he loved Sungyeol more than life itself. And for as long as he needed him, Hoya would continue to pick up the pieces of his best friend, even if no one was there to help pick Hoya up.
Hoya just wanted Sungyeol to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with him.
---
Hoya stepped through the doors to the bar for what was the 6th time in two weeks. He gave Woohyun a tired, somewhat pained smile and Woohyun frowned. The slightly older boy caught his arms as he passed and Hoya looked back.
“You look horrible,” Woohyun muttered and Hoya just ran a hand through his hair.
“I just came from dance practice. And I guess I haven’t been sleeping that well either. Probably coming down with a cold or something,” Hoya admitted lightly. Woohyun frowned deeper and Hoya let his eyes flickered towards the mop of hair sitting at the back. “Are they still fighting or have they actually broken up this time?”
“I dunno. Sungyeol-ah wouldn’t say. He marched all the way from wherever he and Myungsoo were to here in the rain though,” and Woohyun watched as Hoya kind of stumbled towards the back. He almost tripped over a chair and Woohyun caught his arm. “Hoya-ya, are you alright?”
“Hoya-ya?” Sungyeol’s voice rang out and he was holding onto Hoya’s other arm, brows furrowed in worry. “Are you alright? Fuck you look terrible. I shouldn’t have called. I really shouldn’t have.”
“No, it’s cool. It’s cool,” and lightly shoving the two of them off, Hoya made his way to the back, sitting down with a weary sigh. Sungyeol frowned, emotions flickering across his face and Woohyun looked at them.
“Fuck,” Sungyeol’s voice rang out and Hoya looked up. His brows furrowed and Sungyeol stepped towards the table. “Fuck Hoya-ya, just stop it!”
“Yeol-ah what-? I already said I’m fine and it’s cool. I just came from practice that’s all,” and Hoya was moving out of the seat, moving towards Sungyeol. He stopped in confusion when Sungyeol flinched and stepped back. “Yeol-ah?”
“Ho-Hoya-ya just stop it,” the other hugged himself as if it would give him comfort, his head ducking. Hoya stepped closer and when Sungyeol looked up, Hoya didn’t know what to say, stopping in his steps. There was so much raw emotion across his face, pain, confusion, despair and Hoya said quietly, “Sungyeol-ah,”
The taller male shivered and it didn’t matter if he was tired or if he was sick, Hoya had moved forward, bringing his friend into the circle of his arms. He hated seeing Sungyeol like this.
“Stop it. Just-just stop it Howon-ah,” the plea was quiet and the pair suddenly realized they were alone, Woohyun having left a while back. “Stop supporting me. Just stop. I’m not worth the time or the effort.”
“You are worth the time and the effort. I hate seeing you like this Sungyeol-ah,” Hoya murmured. “You’re my best friend. I don’t want to see you unhappy. It hurts to see you unhappy.” Sungyeol made a noise, his face burying into Hoya’s neck, frustrated tears soaking into the collar of his jacket. “I-I just want to see you happy. See you smiling and that’s enough.”
“Stop it. Please,” and Sungyeol pulled back, stepping out of Hoya’s embrace. “I can’t do anything for you. I-I just-“
And Hoya smiled softy, a hand rising to brush tears from the taller male’s face.
“Just be happy.”
Length: 1/1
Author: Kurokitsune09
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst-ish?
Focus: Onesided!HoyaxSungyeol (for now)
Sub-Focus: Woohyun has a cameo and Myungsoo and Rainbow’s Hyunyoung are mentioned.
Inspiration: Infinite. Definitely Infinite. Yeah…I think...
Notes: …I dunno...an’ the ending is a lil odd…yeah…damn it. i need to write a sequel now. unhappy!hoya is not my cup of coffee. Neither is unhappy!Sungyeol
Summary: Hoya is always there when he’s breaking, always; rain, snow, shine.
The call came late at night and to be honest, Hoya knew it was coming. Somewhere deep in his chest, in his gut he knew that his best friend since almost diapers was going to call him so he hadn’t slept yet even though it was almost 1 in the morning. Telling his parents that he had a test the next day was kind of a white lie. He had one but government was probably the one class he could sleep through all year and still pass with an A the end of the year. He just wanted to make sure he wasn’t groggy, cranky and sleeping when he called. His friend didn’t need that.
“Yah, do you know what time it is?” Hoya’s voice was soft the moment he answered his cell phone just seconds after it rang. He paused for a moment, spinning a pencil between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ve a test tomorrow.”
“You could sleep through that test and still pass,” was the light answer from the other end. Shortly after that, there was a feeble laugh. “Howon-ah,”
Hoya’s hand curled on the pencil he was holding, the mechanical pencil’s frame creaking as his fist tightened. Had it been anyone else, Hoya would have yelled because he liked Hoya more but this was Sungyeol. This was Lee-fucking-Sungyeol and he only called him Howon (his real name which never actually tolerated from anyone else, not even his parents) when he was upset. And as much as he liked Hoya, Hoya liked hearing Howon from Sungyeol. Hoya only tolerated Howon from Sungyeol and Sungyeol alone…well, maybe Woohyun too but mainly Sungyeol. But at the same time, it hurt. It just fucking hurt, as if thousands upon thousand of needles were stabbing him through the chest because Hoya would never hear Sungyeol call him Howon when he was happy. It was always when he was upset, upset and breaking and Hoya hated it. He hated it because his Sungyeol shouldn’t be breaking.
“Howon-ah, are you listening? Are you still there?” Sungyeol’s voice was light, a little worried at his silence and Hoya was already moving about his room, pencil still creaking in his grip. “Howon-ah?”
“Yeah. I’m still here Yeol-ah,” Hoya said. His phone was held in the crook of his shoulder and ear as he buttoned the jeans he slipped into and he had his sweater hanging off a shoulder as he moved about. The pencil had long dropped to his carpeted floor and Hoya snatched his keys off of his desk. “Same place Yeol-ah?”
“Yeah, but Howon-ah-“ whatever he was going to say kind of skips Hoya’s brain and the door of his house slammed behind him as he exited. Hoya already knew that speech by heart; how he really didn’t need to come, how it wasn’t a big deal, how Sungyeol was sorry for calling. It happened a lot. It shouldn’t but it did. It fucking did.
---
The moment the door to the little bar opened, the tender behind the counter, Woohyun, just nodded and made a gesture towards the back. Hoya gave him an apologetic smile and Woohyun just clapped his back as he passed.
“Yeol-ah’s already here. It looks pretty bad this time Hoya-ya,” Woohyun’s voice was low, slightly worried and Hoya grimaced. He nodded his thanks, moving towards the back when Woohyun caught his arm. He turned, brows furrowing. “Why don’t you just tell him?”
Hoya went quiet, stopping and turning around to face Woohyun fully for a moment. He knew exactly what the other man was referring to. He really did. Nam Woohyun was the first person he told when he realized, after coaxing a drunk, depressed Sungyeol into his car for the 3rd time in a span of 2 months that he was hopelessly in love with his best friend.
“Yeol-ah’s my best friend Woohyun-ah. I don’t want to do anything to ruin that. I just want him to be happy,” and as Woohyun let go, Hoya slipped towards the back.
“Sorry,” was the first thing that Sungyeol murmured as Hoya slid into the seat next to him. Hoya paused, watching his friend. He wanted to tell him that it wasn’t a big deal, that he really was studying for his government test and that he wasn’t asleep anyways but the words just kind of died as he looked at his friend.
Sungyeol’s skin was pale, his eyes red and the skin beneath his eyes were puffy, raised. His hair was messy and his shirt was wrinkled. Hoya winced inwardly when he saw a light bruise beginning to form at his chin. When Sungyeol smiled up at him, Hoya saw how much pain he was in, how his lips trembled and how he was this close to tears again, Hoya really hated how Cho Hyunyoung had that much power over his best friend. To make him look that damn miserable.
“We’re friends you idiot,” Hoya chided quietly, throwing an arm around the slightly younger male. He heard Sungyeol seem to make a noise but he said nothing else and just shifted closer. Hoya inhaled, sighing inwardly as Sungyeol eventually buried his face into his chest and cried. It was going to be a long rest of the night.
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The next time Woohyun saw Sungyeol enter the bar looking quite upset, it was raining. It was pouring and Sungyeol dripped as he made his way to his customary corner. Woohyun gave him a sad smile as he approached, towel in hand and a glass of his normal soju. Sungyeol took the towel but surprised Woohyun by denying the soju.
“You alright?” Woohyun asked, leaning his hip on the table. Sungyeol looked up and gave a slight bitter smile.
“Yeah. I’m alright Woohyun-ah,” was his reply, low and somewhat somber. Woohyun nodded, watching but not exactly believing his words. He left for a moment, just a second to the bar to tell someone he was taking a quick break before he returned back to Sungyeol.
“Are you sure?” Woohyun pressed. “I can call Hoya-ya if you want. You look kinda miserable and honestly, I think Hoya-ya is the best person for you to talk to. He always is.”
“I know,” Sungyeol said softly. And he watched Woohyun dial his cell phone, watched as he spoke to Hoya over the phone. When he hung up, Sungyeol asked softly, suddenly, “Woohyun-ah, how many times does this make it?”
“What?”
“It’s been so many times I don’t even remember when it started,” Sungyeol continued, as if he hadn’t asked his question and Woohyun was kind of at a loss when Sungyeol buried his head into his arms. “Fuck. He should stop supporting me. He should just stop it.”
It was the first time since Woohyun met Sungyeol and Hoya that Woohyun called back to Hoya and told him he’d take care of it.
---
Hoya couldn’t tell if he hated Kim Myungsoo or not. While it was no secret to him that Sungyeol swung both ways, he was fine with that but he couldn’t tell if he liked Sungyeol’s new boyfriend or not. On some level, he liked him; Hoya really did because the younger man made Sungyeol smile and laugh like it was second nature, like it was breathing. But at the same time, Hoya hated him for making his Sungyeol smile and laugh when he was supposed to.
He knew that Sungyeol really liked Myungsoo, more so this time than any other one of his old girlfriends and boyfriends. It broke Hoya’s heart when he realized in the future, he was going to pick up the shattered pieces of his friend He wanted to stop watching him break. Because watching him break was painful, agonizing for him. He really wanted to stop caring, to stop watching.
…but he knew he couldn’t and wasn’t ever going to stop. Because he loved Sungyeol more than life itself. And for as long as he needed him, Hoya would continue to pick up the pieces of his best friend, even if no one was there to help pick Hoya up.
Hoya just wanted Sungyeol to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with him.
---
Hoya stepped through the doors to the bar for what was the 6th time in two weeks. He gave Woohyun a tired, somewhat pained smile and Woohyun frowned. The slightly older boy caught his arms as he passed and Hoya looked back.
“You look horrible,” Woohyun muttered and Hoya just ran a hand through his hair.
“I just came from dance practice. And I guess I haven’t been sleeping that well either. Probably coming down with a cold or something,” Hoya admitted lightly. Woohyun frowned deeper and Hoya let his eyes flickered towards the mop of hair sitting at the back. “Are they still fighting or have they actually broken up this time?”
“I dunno. Sungyeol-ah wouldn’t say. He marched all the way from wherever he and Myungsoo were to here in the rain though,” and Woohyun watched as Hoya kind of stumbled towards the back. He almost tripped over a chair and Woohyun caught his arm. “Hoya-ya, are you alright?”
“Hoya-ya?” Sungyeol’s voice rang out and he was holding onto Hoya’s other arm, brows furrowed in worry. “Are you alright? Fuck you look terrible. I shouldn’t have called. I really shouldn’t have.”
“No, it’s cool. It’s cool,” and lightly shoving the two of them off, Hoya made his way to the back, sitting down with a weary sigh. Sungyeol frowned, emotions flickering across his face and Woohyun looked at them.
“Fuck,” Sungyeol’s voice rang out and Hoya looked up. His brows furrowed and Sungyeol stepped towards the table. “Fuck Hoya-ya, just stop it!”
“Yeol-ah what-? I already said I’m fine and it’s cool. I just came from practice that’s all,” and Hoya was moving out of the seat, moving towards Sungyeol. He stopped in confusion when Sungyeol flinched and stepped back. “Yeol-ah?”
“Ho-Hoya-ya just stop it,” the other hugged himself as if it would give him comfort, his head ducking. Hoya stepped closer and when Sungyeol looked up, Hoya didn’t know what to say, stopping in his steps. There was so much raw emotion across his face, pain, confusion, despair and Hoya said quietly, “Sungyeol-ah,”
The taller male shivered and it didn’t matter if he was tired or if he was sick, Hoya had moved forward, bringing his friend into the circle of his arms. He hated seeing Sungyeol like this.
“Stop it. Just-just stop it Howon-ah,” the plea was quiet and the pair suddenly realized they were alone, Woohyun having left a while back. “Stop supporting me. Just stop. I’m not worth the time or the effort.”
“You are worth the time and the effort. I hate seeing you like this Sungyeol-ah,” Hoya murmured. “You’re my best friend. I don’t want to see you unhappy. It hurts to see you unhappy.” Sungyeol made a noise, his face burying into Hoya’s neck, frustrated tears soaking into the collar of his jacket. “I-I just want to see you happy. See you smiling and that’s enough.”
“Stop it. Please,” and Sungyeol pulled back, stepping out of Hoya’s embrace. “I can’t do anything for you. I-I just-“
And Hoya smiled softy, a hand rising to brush tears from the taller male’s face.
“Just be happy.”