Of Lee Sungyeol and the consequence of a one night stand
Title: Of Lee Sungyeol and the consequence of a one night stand
Pairing: Myungsoo/Sungyeol
Rating: PG-13 (mention of sexual situation, just a little bit)
Summary: College is where people experiment and let themselves be consumed. Well, maybe everyone, but not Sungyeol.
WC: 1,579.
Of Lee Sungyeol and the consequence of a one night stand:
The next morning, Sungyeol woke up with a hangover and a subsequently terrible pain torturing his lower back. The boy couldn’t help but groan lightly as he shifted to the side, trying to find a more comfortable position. He sniffed his pillow groggily, wondering whether he had changed his cologne unconsciously because the said object smelled like anything but his usual scent. Something wet and sticky drifted down from his lower region to his inner thigh, and Sungyeol made a face at the sensation before fully registered what was happing actually.
.
.
.
What.the.hell???
Sungyeol sprang up from bed abruptly, only to give out a loud cry as his waist and butt made sudden contact with the mattress. Only until that moment did the brunette notice that he was stark naked, and the thin sheet was the only thing covering his bare body. The clothes yesterday were lying on the chair nearby, folded neatly. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his butt in a pathetic attempt to ease the stingy feeling while trailing his eyes to the whole surrounding. This was his bedroom, definitely, but not his side in the said room and Sungyeol almost choked on his own saliva as the name of a certain someone popping out in his mind.
There were many things to be explained after this and Sungyeol was sure that the other would be dead with him.
Sound of the door creaked open pulled the brunette back to the reality and the boy jerked his head to the source of such a noise. Myungsoo was holding a tray of foods on his left hand, while the other was closing his room door leisurely. He turned around and if look could kill then the raven-haired was surely a puddle of blood by the time his eyes made contact with Sungyeol’s, who was glaring daggers at him. The boy seemed to be unfazed at all as he set the tray on the nightstand.
“Good morning.”
He greeted, voice lazy as usual. Something was sparkling deep in his eyes and Sungyeol almost gulped. He should have known not to make eye contact with such a creep.
But seriously, “good morning”???
Sungyeol felt like flipping a table, right there and right then.
It was certainly not something appropriate to say after you had taken someone’s virginity, let only it was your flat mate.
“You!!!”
He yelled, pointing his finger accusingly at the shorter boy. Myungsoo looked dumbfounded for some mere seconds before returning back to his blank façade, along with a slight smirk.
“I what?”
Sungyeol felt like his brain’s blood vessels were about to break.
Did his mother ever foresee that she had given her baby son to a wolf?
Few minutes later…
So, to shut up Sungyeol effectively as the said boy was having the tendency of ripping something nearby up (which meant Myungsoo’s head), the shorter decided to retell what had happened between them the previously. Something about both boys had been shit drunk after the New Year party and stumbled back to their flat, and then Sungyeol vomited on Myungsoo’s jacket and somehow they ended up in the bathroom together with no clothes on and the brunette was the one who pushed the younger’s button, blah blah blah… As he kept telling the whole incident in monotone (and maybe there was even hint of smugness), Sungyeol gradually buried himself further and further into the mattress, hiding himself with the sheet. His face was burning in embarrassment, so does his body temperature and Sungyeol just wished a hole was there for him so he could jump down.
The other was even shorter than him, how could he top Sungyeol, seriously??? And look, he wasn’t even manly at all. Kim Myungsoo was way far from Sungyeol’s ideal boyfriend. His ideal type was someone who was at least a few inches higher than him, handsome and sociable and hot. Not an awkward turtle, a weirdo who was one year younger than him, shorter, prettier, and always tried to act cool in front of girls! The brunette was sure for 110% that he was way manlier than said Kim Myungsoo!!!
But the pain in his butt was telling another story, which was the same with Myungsoo’s.
No!!!
This was not what had happened. Myungsoo was trying to mock him!!!
The whole world was gradually crumbling into pieces in Sungyeol’s eyes. He wanted to cry and defended for his pride, which was drifting to somewhere far, far away, but the mental images of last night slowly coming back to his mind had betrayed his intention by all means.
“… and I tried to tell you that you should sleep, but instead you climbed on top of my body and straddled my waist, and continued…”
“ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Well, such a peaceful weekend morning for the boys’ neighborhood.
“Okay, listen, there was nothing between us. Do you understand? N.O.T.H.I.N.G.”
Sungyeol stressed harshly, trying to make his point while readjusting his collar. The boy had somehow overcome his mental breakdown after almost two hours of howling for his lost virginity (thanks to Myungsoo’s cooking and sickeningly sweet coaxing) and was then in an (failed) attempt to save what still remained of his image.
So, to be fair, it wasn’t like Sungyeol haddn’t had the idea of having one night stand before. After all, he was turning 20 that year, and some of his friends even had sex back in high school. College was where people experimented and let themselves be consumed, so what was the main point there? The brunette didn’t want to die with a virgin ass (and leave behind a bunch of cats, the evidence of his lonely life). And okay, Myungsoo wasn’t someone he expected in the first place (being younger and lack of manliness and importantly, being his flat mate), but at least the other was pretty good-looking (despite his creepy stare and being a neat freak).
Sleeping with a pretty boy was the only bright side in the situation at that moment.
Yeah, at least he lost his first time to a hot guy. Sungyeol tried to assure himself, repeating his words like a mantra in his head.
Though that meant he was bottom. And bottom to someone like Kim Myungsoo.
That thought alone immediately dampened his mood more.
Well, having a one night stand wasn’t bad, unless that one night stand was your own flat mate, and a creep.
“Excuse me, what did you just say?”
Myungsoo asked back, fingers had stopped playing with the remote control and Sungyeol couldn’t help but gulp, feeling the other’s eyes bored hole in his skull. Taking a sharp breath and trying to straighten his posture, Sungyeol stated bravely:
“I said, let’s forget what happened last night. You’re my flat mate, I’m your flat mate, just consider it as a one-night-stand and don’t ever talk about it again.”
The brunette almost felt bad, almost, as his eyes took in the image of Myungsoo slumping in his seat, head hung low. It wasn’t like Myungsoo always showed this side in their daily life, and if it was another occasion then Sungyeol wouldn’t hesitate but laugh at the other’s face for looking so dampened. But the incident that time involved the brunette, sad to say. And he was the one to initiate it, damn it!
Sungyeol’s hand reached out in an attempt to console the other, because well, he WASN’T that heartless. His arm was moving half way before Myungsoo’s head jerked upward, and the brunette almost gave out a (not so) manly yelp at the sudden act.
“You have to take the responsibility here hyung.”
And the taller boy gulped, because 1) Myungsoo was looking at him with such determination in eyes and he had to admit that the other looked kinda hot (especially after what they had done last night) and 2) the dark-haired boy had NEVER called him as “hyung” before.
This wasn’t leading to anything good. Sungyeol thought, feeling beats of sweat running down the side of his face, albeit it was January and snow still covered everywhere.
“Th-this’s only a-about sex Kim Myungsoo!!! I’m not even your boyfriend!”
Sungyeol exclaimed, trying to look bigger than the other, because despite their height difference, somehow the brunette felt like he himself was becoming smaller and smaller under Myungsoo’s stare.
“You will become my boyfriend, in case you still don’t understand.”
“We were drunk, I knew nothing!!! You can’t force me!”
“But you forced yourself on me last night! It was my first time as well!”
“So what? This was both our first time so just consider it as a win-win situation.”
“I will call your mom.”
“Suit yourself!”
“And I will also call for police if you keep acting that way.”
Myungsoo threatened, voice a bit higher than usual and Sungyeol felt like crying.
Seriously, he was the one being topped last night! That freak didn’t even have to walk around with a painful butt!!!
“Yah, the hell??? You’re the one hurting me, remember? Are you insane?”
“I’m only 18, you remember?”
Myungsoo stated casually, voice had drifted back to his lazy manner but something inside Sungyeol had snapped already.
How could he forget that Myungsoo would only be 19 in two more months?
He was a minor! A minor!!!
In Sungyeol’s eyes, two horns and a devil’s tail out of nowhere had grown from Myungsoo’s behind.
Anyway, one way or another, Lee Sungyeol had his second official boyfriend after just a one night stand.
A/n: so yeah, there might be a sequel to this one shot and the problem here is i myself am not sure when i can post it :| anw, thanks a lot for reading through this crap dear ^^ i was bored and it's been long since the last time i actually wrote sth :v oh, and one thing to remind you, as far as i know, in korea, adulthood started from 19 years old so year, under 19 is minor ^^
Pairing: Myungsoo/Sungyeol
Rating: PG-13 (mention of sexual situation, just a little bit)
Summary: College is where people experiment and let themselves be consumed. Well, maybe everyone, but not Sungyeol.
WC: 1,579.
Of Lee Sungyeol and the consequence of a one night stand:
The next morning, Sungyeol woke up with a hangover and a subsequently terrible pain torturing his lower back. The boy couldn’t help but groan lightly as he shifted to the side, trying to find a more comfortable position. He sniffed his pillow groggily, wondering whether he had changed his cologne unconsciously because the said object smelled like anything but his usual scent. Something wet and sticky drifted down from his lower region to his inner thigh, and Sungyeol made a face at the sensation before fully registered what was happing actually.
.
.
.
What.the.hell???
Sungyeol sprang up from bed abruptly, only to give out a loud cry as his waist and butt made sudden contact with the mattress. Only until that moment did the brunette notice that he was stark naked, and the thin sheet was the only thing covering his bare body. The clothes yesterday were lying on the chair nearby, folded neatly. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his butt in a pathetic attempt to ease the stingy feeling while trailing his eyes to the whole surrounding. This was his bedroom, definitely, but not his side in the said room and Sungyeol almost choked on his own saliva as the name of a certain someone popping out in his mind.
There were many things to be explained after this and Sungyeol was sure that the other would be dead with him.
Sound of the door creaked open pulled the brunette back to the reality and the boy jerked his head to the source of such a noise. Myungsoo was holding a tray of foods on his left hand, while the other was closing his room door leisurely. He turned around and if look could kill then the raven-haired was surely a puddle of blood by the time his eyes made contact with Sungyeol’s, who was glaring daggers at him. The boy seemed to be unfazed at all as he set the tray on the nightstand.
“Good morning.”
He greeted, voice lazy as usual. Something was sparkling deep in his eyes and Sungyeol almost gulped. He should have known not to make eye contact with such a creep.
But seriously, “good morning”???
Sungyeol felt like flipping a table, right there and right then.
It was certainly not something appropriate to say after you had taken someone’s virginity, let only it was your flat mate.
“You!!!”
He yelled, pointing his finger accusingly at the shorter boy. Myungsoo looked dumbfounded for some mere seconds before returning back to his blank façade, along with a slight smirk.
“I what?”
Sungyeol felt like his brain’s blood vessels were about to break.
Did his mother ever foresee that she had given her baby son to a wolf?
Few minutes later…
So, to shut up Sungyeol effectively as the said boy was having the tendency of ripping something nearby up (which meant Myungsoo’s head), the shorter decided to retell what had happened between them the previously. Something about both boys had been shit drunk after the New Year party and stumbled back to their flat, and then Sungyeol vomited on Myungsoo’s jacket and somehow they ended up in the bathroom together with no clothes on and the brunette was the one who pushed the younger’s button, blah blah blah… As he kept telling the whole incident in monotone (and maybe there was even hint of smugness), Sungyeol gradually buried himself further and further into the mattress, hiding himself with the sheet. His face was burning in embarrassment, so does his body temperature and Sungyeol just wished a hole was there for him so he could jump down.
The other was even shorter than him, how could he top Sungyeol, seriously??? And look, he wasn’t even manly at all. Kim Myungsoo was way far from Sungyeol’s ideal boyfriend. His ideal type was someone who was at least a few inches higher than him, handsome and sociable and hot. Not an awkward turtle, a weirdo who was one year younger than him, shorter, prettier, and always tried to act cool in front of girls! The brunette was sure for 110% that he was way manlier than said Kim Myungsoo!!!
But the pain in his butt was telling another story, which was the same with Myungsoo’s.
No!!!
This was not what had happened. Myungsoo was trying to mock him!!!
The whole world was gradually crumbling into pieces in Sungyeol’s eyes. He wanted to cry and defended for his pride, which was drifting to somewhere far, far away, but the mental images of last night slowly coming back to his mind had betrayed his intention by all means.
“… and I tried to tell you that you should sleep, but instead you climbed on top of my body and straddled my waist, and continued…”
“ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Well, such a peaceful weekend morning for the boys’ neighborhood.
“Okay, listen, there was nothing between us. Do you understand? N.O.T.H.I.N.G.”
Sungyeol stressed harshly, trying to make his point while readjusting his collar. The boy had somehow overcome his mental breakdown after almost two hours of howling for his lost virginity (thanks to Myungsoo’s cooking and sickeningly sweet coaxing) and was then in an (failed) attempt to save what still remained of his image.
So, to be fair, it wasn’t like Sungyeol haddn’t had the idea of having one night stand before. After all, he was turning 20 that year, and some of his friends even had sex back in high school. College was where people experimented and let themselves be consumed, so what was the main point there? The brunette didn’t want to die with a virgin ass (and leave behind a bunch of cats, the evidence of his lonely life). And okay, Myungsoo wasn’t someone he expected in the first place (being younger and lack of manliness and importantly, being his flat mate), but at least the other was pretty good-looking (despite his creepy stare and being a neat freak).
Sleeping with a pretty boy was the only bright side in the situation at that moment.
Yeah, at least he lost his first time to a hot guy. Sungyeol tried to assure himself, repeating his words like a mantra in his head.
Though that meant he was bottom. And bottom to someone like Kim Myungsoo.
That thought alone immediately dampened his mood more.
Well, having a one night stand wasn’t bad, unless that one night stand was your own flat mate, and a creep.
“Excuse me, what did you just say?”
Myungsoo asked back, fingers had stopped playing with the remote control and Sungyeol couldn’t help but gulp, feeling the other’s eyes bored hole in his skull. Taking a sharp breath and trying to straighten his posture, Sungyeol stated bravely:
“I said, let’s forget what happened last night. You’re my flat mate, I’m your flat mate, just consider it as a one-night-stand and don’t ever talk about it again.”
The brunette almost felt bad, almost, as his eyes took in the image of Myungsoo slumping in his seat, head hung low. It wasn’t like Myungsoo always showed this side in their daily life, and if it was another occasion then Sungyeol wouldn’t hesitate but laugh at the other’s face for looking so dampened. But the incident that time involved the brunette, sad to say. And he was the one to initiate it, damn it!
Sungyeol’s hand reached out in an attempt to console the other, because well, he WASN’T that heartless. His arm was moving half way before Myungsoo’s head jerked upward, and the brunette almost gave out a (not so) manly yelp at the sudden act.
“You have to take the responsibility here hyung.”
And the taller boy gulped, because 1) Myungsoo was looking at him with such determination in eyes and he had to admit that the other looked kinda hot (especially after what they had done last night) and 2) the dark-haired boy had NEVER called him as “hyung” before.
This wasn’t leading to anything good. Sungyeol thought, feeling beats of sweat running down the side of his face, albeit it was January and snow still covered everywhere.
“Th-this’s only a-about sex Kim Myungsoo!!! I’m not even your boyfriend!”
Sungyeol exclaimed, trying to look bigger than the other, because despite their height difference, somehow the brunette felt like he himself was becoming smaller and smaller under Myungsoo’s stare.
“You will become my boyfriend, in case you still don’t understand.”
“We were drunk, I knew nothing!!! You can’t force me!”
“But you forced yourself on me last night! It was my first time as well!”
“So what? This was both our first time so just consider it as a win-win situation.”
“I will call your mom.”
“Suit yourself!”
“And I will also call for police if you keep acting that way.”
Myungsoo threatened, voice a bit higher than usual and Sungyeol felt like crying.
Seriously, he was the one being topped last night! That freak didn’t even have to walk around with a painful butt!!!
“Yah, the hell??? You’re the one hurting me, remember? Are you insane?”
“I’m only 18, you remember?”
Myungsoo stated casually, voice had drifted back to his lazy manner but something inside Sungyeol had snapped already.
How could he forget that Myungsoo would only be 19 in two more months?
He was a minor! A minor!!!
In Sungyeol’s eyes, two horns and a devil’s tail out of nowhere had grown from Myungsoo’s behind.
Anyway, one way or another, Lee Sungyeol had his second official boyfriend after just a one night stand.
A/n: so yeah, there might be a sequel to this one shot and the problem here is i myself am not sure when i can post it :| anw, thanks a lot for reading through this crap dear ^^ i was bored and it's been long since the last time i actually wrote sth :v oh, and one thing to remind you, as far as i know, in korea, adulthood started from 19 years old so year, under 19 is minor ^^