If the World Believed You Wicked | part 4
Title: If the World Believed You Wicked
Pairing: Myungsoo/Sungjong
Rating: NC-17 overall, I guess, most of the time PG-13
Warnings: I'm new to Infinite, I have lots of typos, I'm lazy, and I believe in happy endings. Also: If its legal its gonna get some booty-- there was your sex talk.
Notes: Cross-posted to asianfanfics under the name valeronova
Summary: Myungsoo from thinking Sungjong is a pissy diva brat to Myungsoo thinking Sungjong is a pissy diva brat that he can't live without and a whole lot more. A Process.
Sungjong called Myungsoo all kinds of different things. When he was happy he would grin and call him Myungsoo-hyung. When he was feeling playful, he might say "Yah! Kim Myungsoo!" And give him his best glare. Playful Sungjong sometimes called him Myungie, and usually got pinched for it. Really, Myungsoo's favorite was when they were alone and sometimes Sungjong would smile slow and sweet at him and just call him Myungsoo-yah (still simple). Or breathe it into his neck. Yeah, that one was his favorite-- having Sungjong in his lap, rocking into him slowly, Sungjong murmuring nonsense with what little breath he had.
At those times he didn't mind which version of his name coming from Sungjong's pretty mouth, he wanted them all, and Sungjong didn't hold back. He was all breath and pants and little whines that made Myungsoo shiver. "Myungsoo-yah," he'd groan into the hollow behind Myungsoo's ear, voice going high at the end, and Myungsoo would pull him down as he strained up just to hear it again and feel Sungjong's stomach tense against the hand he put there. He especially loved Sungjong's long, thin fingers pushing up into his hair and holding on tightly, tugging sometimes, but mostly just gripping as Sungjong writhed on top of him, pressed their damp chests together.
They had only been napping when Dongwoo found them. It was precious when they found time alone, and neither of them were going to pass it up when their hyungs emptied the house in favor of a big breakfast at the cafe down the street. Sungjong begged off saying he wasn't hungry, just tired, and they all knew it was a lost cause when Myungsoo waved them off with his hand. But when they'd all filed out, and were well on their way, Sungjong walked needlessly lightly to Myungsoo and Dongwoo's shared room and nudged into Myungsoo's bedroll, tucking against him, warm and sleepy.
A lazy smile spread across Myungsoo's lips when he blinked open to Sungjong's pout. Wordlessly he hooked his leg around Sungjong's and encased his cold feet between his calves. He hmm'd contently as Sungjong shivered once and settled down. "You should wear socks to bed." He murmured against Sungjong's hair.
"They bother me when I sleep," Sungjong grunted in reply, "and they always come off." Myungsoo just huffed out a laugh.
Anyway, that's how Dongwoo found them: curled against each other with little to mistake about the situation.
"Oh." Is what he said.
Both Myungsoo and Sungjong sat straight up immediately but were in no position to try to pretend they hadn't been... cuddling. Fear flared inside Myungsoo's chest. It swelled almost painfully, but all he could do was open and shut his mouth, gaping at Dongwoo. Sungjong was no better. Hair crazy on his head and his sleep shirt exposing a bit of collarbone, Myungsoo could tell he felt caught and vulnerable as he began to stutter anything at all.
"Um, I- Dongw- we-"
Dongwoo, on the other hand, looked like he'd finally found the missing puzzle piece. Which didn't surprise Myungsoo at all. Dongwoo dropped to the floor with a womp and nodded. "Wow." He said genuinely, and Sungjong's stuttering came to a stop in anticipation of Dongwoo's far off stare. "This makes sense."
They sat in quiet for a moment before Sungjong asked quietly, "is this okay?"
Dongwoo just blinked at him before he snapped back, and was waving his hands around, "Oh yeah! I mean. I'm surprised but... I'm not surprised, you know?" Myungsoo just nodded, pleased that Dongwoo wasn't upset. "How long has this been going on?"
"A few months."
"Ahh."
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Myungsoo asked. Sungjong had relaxed a little beside him, but their peaceful quiet was definitely gone.
"What? Yeah. I mean, I don't think the others would care, though."
"Hyung." Sungjong said beseechingly.
"I wouldn't do that." Dongwoo promised softly and then smiled dumbly, "I'm just here to grab my wallet. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll have plenty to do outside today."
So after that Dongwoo was the only one of their friends that knew anything. And if Myungsoo could have chosen anyone, it would have been Dongwoo anyway. Though sometimes he might have appeared silly and reckless, if there was anyone you could put your trust in and take seriously it was Dongwoo. He didn't question or nag; he was just quietly supportive, giving them a smile if Sungjong happened to steal a chaste kiss when they could. Truthfully, after that, Myungsoo felt like they had someone on their side, and that gave him comfort.
"Myungsoo-yah?"
Myungsoo could hear the smile curling his mouth as Sungjong spoke low against his shoulder. Myungsoo ran his hand down Sungjong's smooth, damp back in answer, resting his palm at the small right above where Sungjong had pulled the sheet up over his ass. "Let's go out tomorrow."
"Mm" Myungsoo agreed sleepily, mouth tugged into it's own grin.
"Myungsoo-yah," Sungjong said again, and Myungsoo playfully grabbed at a buttcheek at Sungjong's informal glee this time. Sungjong laughed breathily but pressed his smiling face against Myungsoo's chest, nose pushing under his arm, "Let's visit the market and the waterpark."
"Mm." That sounded nice, and Myungsoo was still buzzing underneath his skin, still.
"Myungsoo-yah," the voice was heavy and warm with affection and Myungsoo's chest cramped with it, he pulled Sungjong from where he was half-draped over him until he was resting completely over him, heavy, but comfortable for now. Looking down at him, Sungjong's eyes were heavy lidded and satisfied. His face was still just slightly flushed and hair still stuck to his forehead and stuck up everywhere else. Myungsoo smoothed it away and felt his chest clench harder when Sungjong leaned his face into his touch. He couldn't get used to it. Didn't want to.
"Mm." he hummed.