Prove It ; Woohyun/Hoya; 1/2
Originally posted by comebackmods at ISS 2014: for jebalsaranghae (1/2)
Title: Prove It
Rating: R
Pairing: Woohyun/Hoya
Length: 11k+
Summary: Hoya is from JYP, Woohyun is from YG. Both are trainees on their way to their debut day. Popularity and difference of genre makes them hate each other but one incident happens and everything changes ever since.
Note: Thanks for the prompts, jebalsaranghae! It’s my first time so yeah forgive the flaws I believe are lots in here. But I’ve tried my best in bringing the best of wooya from the prompts you gave me so yeah I hope you’d like it!^^ And thanks to mods too, sorry for much troubles I’ve caused you guys..
To: jebalsaranghae
From: Your Secret Santa
As soon as the music stopped, heavy breathing filled the practice room as Hoya let the exhaustion pulled himself down and sat with legs stretched out hideously as he tried to fill in as many air as he could. Dongwoo followed suit, fanning himself with his cap. Looking at the reflection of themselves in the mirror, Hoya concluded they don’t look any different with some dying fish with mouth gaping not-so-idol-like manner. What a sad sight, he thought to himself.
“You guys look like some dying gold fish, you know.” Someone said, matter-of-factly, from the corner of the practice room.
“You don’t have to rub it on our face, hyung.” Hoya threw a look to their manager, whose face was gleaming with light from the tab he’s holding. If only that young looking man, who was in fact two-year older than him wasn’t their manager, Hoya would’ve thrown the bottle he’s holding right onto that man’s face and make a debut without any manager that would nag like a grandmother throughout their life. But life was never fair, the thought made Hoya to scream internally.
“Try to look more cool, like, I don’t know.. make yourself look like a human being after all the dancing, can’t you?”
“Try to dance for six hours straight while singing and rapping and let’s see if you look like a human or a soon-to-explode blue whale right after that.” Hoya’s voice went sharp. A slam of the gadget was heard clearly, and Dongwoo gulped.
“What a temper. I’m Kim Myungsoo, your respectful manager you dumb ass, not a rapper.”
There was an eerie silence between them both, and Dongwoo has grown restless and uncomfortable with such mind-ripping situation. Hoya has bad temper with all the exhaustion and pressure, and Myungsoo manager-nim wasn’t any different either. If he didn’t stop this, they’d surely be in hell for the rest of their life. It’s a lie if he’d say they were stress-free throughout all the process of debuting, especially under a well-known company that always wanted to keep them at par with their other seniors.
Passion, yes they were packaged with that. But pressure and expectation always tag along, and somehow they were put at the brink of their sanities with those things cramping them in a small box that can burst any time. Hence, like a jolly mood-maker he always was, Dongwoo stood up and walked towards Myungsoo before he plopped down next to him on the sofa.
“He’s just tired, hyung. Calm down.. and why are you so engrossed with this?” Dongwoo poked Myungsoo’s tab, trying to look as interested as he could so the icy topic could be changed. However, Myungsoo’s stare got even colder (plus the light from the tab that made his face gleaming with an evil vibe smashing Dongwoo’s calm bit by bit), and Dongwoo swear to god that Myungsoo suits to be a killer than a manager. Then he read the names that appeared on the screen, and he blinked his eyes awkwardly.
Who could ever expect it wasn’t any shonen ai or shoujo anime that his manager was watching that moment, Dongwoo regretted even more for pointing that out.
“The soon-to-debut duo group from YG gets searched on the web way more than you guys do.”
Hoya rolled his eyes, annoyance crept over his face expression. And Dongwoo was frozen there beside Myungsoo.
Myungsoo inhaled a great amount of air, and from the reflection Hoya noticed that. He shut his eyes close in response, hoping he could disappear from the room. Or at least grab something to stuff into his ear. Or just go deaf for an hour.
“For god’s sake. This is JYP and we’re even better than YG. How could you guys lose to them. We’re more popular than this. We’ve got great seniors who have basically ruled the world of hallyu, and here you guys are, soon-to-debut but are losing to these duo on the searching engine and that reflects your popularity and I’m-“
“I’ll kill them.” Hoya cut Myungsoo’s nag, and this time both he and Dongwoo were dumbstruck by Hoya’s word.
“N-no.. I don’t mean it that uh way but uhm..” Myungsoo stuttered, because Hoya’s eyes seemed so determined and that scared the shit out of him.
“They’re just a freaking sad ballad duo-“
Myungsoo quickly corrected him “It’s R&B and it’s not really sad-“
“Oh whatever.” Hoya strictly cut him, and continued, “.. and they don’t even dance, or rap, they just stood there and hold the mic and stare into the camera and sing and oh that brings tears to my eyes and heck why are they so popular while I’m here busting my ass looking like a dying gold fish and was told this duo are even more popular than me. Funny world this is, ha ha ha funny!”
The laughter didn’t even sound like one, and Dongwoo appeared like he’s going to cry soon. With the trembling fingers Myungsoo tried to hide, he fished out his wallet from his pocket and marched towards Hoya, took that man’s hand and put the wallet into his hand. Hoya’s (creepily) smiling face changed, wondering what the hell his manager was up to.
“Go. Go out and buy whatever food or snacks or coffee or whatever. Calm yourself and get back when you’re all cool.” Myungsoo pulled the latter up and pushed him out of the practice room.
***
“It’s us again this time, isn’t it?” Woohyun asked, sliding next to Sunggyu who was slumped on the sofa. The latter just smiled and nodded. From all the trending on SNS and web search, they managed to win over the hip hop trainee for their pre-debut popularity. It has been two weeks since they trend on the real time search engine ranking. Immediately, Woohyun raised both his hands up in the air and clapped loudly.
“Whooohoo! I’m so going to thanks Sungyeol for this.”
“But they can catch up pretty soon. Their popularity is no joke either.”
“Whatever. Sungyeol is a pretty good promoter despite him being the most boring manager on earth. I thought his ideas on uploading our singing practice videos is cliché and won’t work. But look who’s getting the highest number of searches on the internet? Us!” Woohyun screamed out loud, as if the achievement were as high as if they’ve placed number one on the Billboards.
The pressure on them was pretty big, since they’re more into the ballad genre instead of the pop, hip hop-ish style their company always make their artists do. This time, they’re producing a pretty different duo to debut, and what else Woohyun can do instead of singing and maybe swaying a bit from left to the right, embracing the rhythm. Oh he can’t even dance without looking like an awkward seal.
And he knew, the hip hop trainees from YG will be their biggest threat on earth.
“But music shouldn’t be all about competition though.” Sunggyu muttered with a sigh. Woohyun wasn’t really taken aback by that. That’s the truth, but who will even listen to music without exposure and popularity? Not plenty.
And he didn’t really want to think much on that. Popularity is needed to attract more fans in order to establish a strong fanbase.
“I’ll just go out and buy something for us to celebrate this. Some beers will do.” Woohyun got off the sofa, and Sunggyu’s eyes followed him with a clear wonder.
“It’s just this though what’s there to celebrate?”
“Oh gosh Sunggyu.” Woohyun walked towards Sunggyu, immediately grabbed the other on the shoulders firmly and eventually shook him as he continued, “..We need beer for motivation. Motivation! And I want to thank Sungyeol later, I’ll buy him a dozen of coffee.” Sunggyu’s eyes turned even smaller, beaming questions on Woohyun’s weird way of motivation.
***
The air-con made the store a better place for Hoya to cool himself down - literally, since the summer temperature wasn’t really helping with his bad temper. With one hand inside his black hoodies’ front pocket and another one holding an empty basket, he strode down the small aisle of the snack section with small lazy steps as he listened to his songs from his iPod. He has Myungsoo’s wallet, which means he can buy a lot but honestly, he wasn’t really in the mood to eat.
However Dongwoo had texted him a freaking long list of snacks he wanted, and Hoya had no choice but to fill up that empty basket in his hand with all sort of snacks he can grab. It’s not his money anyway.
After about less than two minutes shoving everything that he could, he was about to reach the cashier when his eyes caught the beverage section with neatly arranged of all sort of alcohols, and his legs eventually brought him there (or perhaps it was his mind tricking him that alcohols are part of snacks too). Fascinated at the view of the large amount of alcohols there, he was so engrossed at scanning which ones would fit his taste better, and even considered which one would Dongwoo like as well.
When was the last time alcohol helped him in forgetting the soberness? It has been too long. Hoya had been too busy sweating his body, spraining his muscles and breaking his bones in the tiny little practice room. As his fingertips slid over the cold glass bottles of alcohols, his mind tried to imagine how would Myungsoo react if he spend all of what was in the wallet for the alcohols. That guy would go crazy and quiet, for sure. But then he could shove the alcohol down that poor man’s throat and shut him down and they can party hard for two days straight.
Until he suddenly felt a presence beside him, and he stopped the vivid imagination of Myungsoo ripping his own hair to baldness when he realized it wasn’t just a feeling, but there was really someone next to him. Hoya turned to the side, and upon him stood a guy who was staring at him.
Fully covered from head to toe - extra-large hoodie, sunglasses (At night? Seriously?), black mask - and Hoya knitted his brows as a reaction. And that guy raised his hand and pointed to him.
“Lee Howon.. right?” He spoke.
How the heck does this hobo guy know who he is? The startled Hoya took a step back, suspiciously he eyed the guy. Truthfully, if this man was going to rob him or anything that would harm him, he had the plan to smash the bottles of alcohol in his hand onto the man’s head.
Soon, they guy chuckled at Hoya’s reaction, and he pulled down his mask. “Dude. Why are you freaking out.”
Hoya squinted his eyes hard, and he regretted it. It was Nam freaking Woohyun. Then he really felt like smashing a bottle onto his own head.
“The hell are you doing here.” Hoya hissed, he swore he just lost his mood again. If there’s anything that he wished he would never encounter, Woohyun’s number one on the list. Woohyun just snorted.
“This store isn’t yours. I can be here too.”
“And why are you looking like a burglar?” Hoya isn’t Hoya if he’s not talking oh-so-sharply.
“Excuse me?” Woohyun took off his sunglasses. “How does a burglar wear this?” And he held the sunglasses with model-like manner that only put Hoya in a more cringing state.
“You could’ve stolen that.” Hoya nonchalantly replied, and he began to walk away.
Honestly, seeing Woohyun’s face without the shades just annoyed him even more and he’ll just get back to the dorm feeling more and more irritated. And Myungsoo will be pissed off again. And he wasn’t ready for a night of nags from that lovely manager of his. Because for sure the second solution to tone down his wrath would never be a wallet full of money like this.
But then he felt a tug on his left arm. He sighed.
“What?” He looked behind, scowling at Woohyun.
“Don’t call me a burglar, dude. Or a thief.”
“Then tell me why are you ridiculously dressed like this.”
“This isn’t ridiculous!”
“Then what?”
“I need to dress like this because I’m getting popular. And it’s hard to move around without having my pictures taken.”
If only Hoya could snort blood because Woohyun sounded super ridiculous.
“You look like a walking garbage.”
“You should take care of your image too.” Woohyun uttered, offended by being referred as a garbage. “Oh wait. You don’t need to. You’re not that famous.” Woohyun chuckled teasingly, putting on his glasses back. Hoya rolled his eyes.
“Pssh. Your bare face is your own shades already.”
“What are you trying to tell me.”
“I’m not in any mood for your shit, Nam.”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
“Yeah yeah prove me Nam prove it.”
Woohyun took off his glasses again, felt horribly stabbed by Hoya’s cold responses because heck he can never win in word fight with this man. Said man just shrugged and turned around, leaving the dumbfounded Woohyun behind.
But for just a few steps away, because Hoya’s track was stopped by a girl who was staring intensely at him. And at Woohyun too. But all he has in mind was to get the hell out of the place and away from the annoying man behind him.
“Excuse me I’m-“
“NAM WOOHYUN!” The girl shrieked. And it was the loudest shriek of a girl Hoya ever heard, he thought he was deafened for a moment. And then the realization struck him, and he quickly turned around, flashed by the view of a Nam Woohyun smiling like a sheep finally gotten laid, with such grin gracing his face and Hoya wished his eyes could roll 360 degree to show how utterly annoyed he was.
And how annoying it was when the girl who just screamed out Woohyun’s name didn’t even realize who he is.
“See..” Woohyun raised both his arm in a winning gesture, “..I’ve told you I’m -“
“Woohyun!!”
“Oh my god it’s Nam Woohyun!”
“That’s Lee Howon, isn’t it?”
“Gosh Howon and Woohyun in one place!”
“OPPAAA!”
The thing was, it wasn’t just a girl. There was a bunch of them. And everyone was squealing and screaming like mad. And to make it worse they knew Hoya as well -although Hoya kinda like it but it’s a start of a bad sign- Hoya couldn’t move, he was just too shocked with the coming girls towards him and Woohyun. They have this sparkling gaze yet it was so scary that he felt like he’s going to be eaten alive. His face was shoved with phones that were capturing pictures with blinding flashes, eventually making him dizzy. He moved few steps backward but the girls were faster and soon his back was plastered onto Woohyun, who was equally dumbstruck with the reaction.
“Whoa what is this?” Woohyun tried to stand still but the amount of girls who were coming was increasing. And apparently his dumb brain can’t process from where did the girls come from all so suddenly like that.
“Can’t you be more idiot that this, you shithead?” Hoya hissed, as he was struggling to balance himself and eventually had to lean onto Woohyun who could barely breathe. The struggle was real, he can’t hear a thing but loud buzzing of mixed “Oppa!”, “Sign!”, “Selca with me” altogether and he tried to imagine what if fame really gotten into his life later, will this be the pay he has to give? He’d just go and kill himself and reincarnate to a gold fish and never dance anymore.
The terrifying scene came to its peak when the girls started to grab on Hoya’s clothes for he didn’t know what’s the exact purpose because clearly he can’t even move at all. Until he felt someone held his hand so tightly he jumped at the sudden touch and merely shrieked, because that’s too much already.
“You dumb, it’s me!” Woohyun whispered closely and Hoya can’t really tell if he’s relieved or feeling even worse. “Come on let’s run! You see the door back there?” Woohyun pointed to the exit back door with his chin, and Hoya nodded when his eyes located it. “I’ll count to three and we’ll run there together okay.”
Hoya stared at Woohyun, in that short time there’s his pride trying to stand on its own so he hesitated for a moment. Woohyun rolled his eyes, and desperately tighten his hold onto Hoya’s hand. “Do you wanna die before debuting?”
“No!” Came his spontaneous respond, and he saw Woohyun sighing.
“Okay, one.. two.. three!” With all the force he has, Woohyun grabbed Hoya’s hand and pushed the girls but he tried hard to make sure none of them fall or get hurt. After few seconds of struggle he managed to get out of the circle of madness but he stopped when he cannot pull Hoya along.
“Wait..!” The poor man cried, and Woohyun wished he could just let go of Hoya’s hand. But for no apparent reason, he stayed and looked up what’s on.
“What the fuck is wrong Howon just run!”
“My earphone!” Hoya tried to pull the purple string that was stuck among the girls who were trying to grab onto him more and more. He struggled in keeping his one hand gripping onto Woohyun and the other one trying to entangle the mess from the earphone wire.
He heard grunts from Woohyun, who then came closer to him and in a short span of time he reached for the messed up string. To Hoya’s expectation, perhaps Woohyun would help in easing him trying to get back his earphone but nope, to his horror Woohyun ripped it off in one go, the sound of it breaking into two was just as horrifying as the screaming the girls were making. Hoya couldn’t say anything.
“Let’s go!” Woohyun muttered, and Hoya just let his legs follow where the freaking Nam took him to.
They ran as fast as they could but some of the girls still followed them to the back of the store, but Woohyun saw a corner full of boxes and there he went, dragging Hoya along and squeezed themselves in the small hidden space. Stuck in the small space with his face pasted flat on Woohyun’s back, Hoya just stayed quiet. They gasped for air, yet they tried to minimalize any sound they make. It wasn’t until five minutes later when Woohyun heard the girls giving up on searching and it was safe for him to stand up and get fresh air.
Woohyun suddenly laughed. “Pheww seriously that was mad right?” He looked at Hoya who was glaring at him.
And they realized they were still holding hands. Hoya was the first one to break it harshly. With no word, Hoya stood up, brushed the dirt off his jeans and began to walk away from Woohyun.
“Whoa what an attitude. You’re excellent.” Woohyun shoot him with sarcasm, and Hoya paused his walk. With rage, he pulled the broken earphones off his neck and plugged it out from his iPod, and turned around to face Woohyun.
“You’re even more fantastic!” He yelled, and threw the earphones onto Woohyun before he stepped away even angrier. Woohyun watched his back disappearing, and his eyes fell onto the lying purple string on the ground. He snorted at how ridiculous it was, but there was a tad of guilt.
However, that only lasts for three seconds before he “Psssh”ed and kicked the earphones as he stomped his way back home. Equally frustrated he was.
Woohyun dreamt of a pair of giant and thick earphone wire attacked him later that night. And a fading laughter enticed with evilness that came from a person named Lee Howon was heard, he was super terrified.
***
“MAN.. WAKE UP!” The piercing scream was a killer, adding up to the annoyance of having his bed bouncing irritatingly, shaking his body to waking up. Hoya woke up with the sight of Dongwoo with an expression he could not really process. He tried to shoo Dongwoo away, pushing him weakly because he can’t get rid of the heavy sleepiness that was tugging onto his eyelids.
“Shit man wake up I’m trying to save you or do you want to die early in the morning because I don’t want you to die yet gosh please.” Dongwoo murmured in his usual fast talk, but Hoya was too slow to understand whatever rubbish Dongwoo was talking about.
“What are you talking about..“ Eyes half opened, he tried to focus on Dongwoo’s face and he noted the worried expression.
“Wake up Howon! Or else Myungsoo hyung’s gonna-“
“Gonna what, Dongwoo?” Myungsoo’s voice echoed in the room. Both Hoya and Dongwoo looked at him who was leaning onto the door with his tab in his hand, again the same expression was worn and Hoya knew some shit was going to happen again. Early in the morning. Myungsoo can’t even tell time, for god’s sake.
“Get out of my room you two..” Hoya threw a pillow off the bed, declaring he still wanted more sleep.
“Not until you explain why the hell I found my wallet in the beer section of the store this morning.” Myungsoo’s stern voice made its painful way into Hoya’s ears, and he jolted up in shock.
“God.. seriously?” Hoya widened his eyes, he totally had forgotten about that. It must have been during the chaos that he dropped everything there.
“And that’s not the only thing.” Myungsoo raised his tablet.
And Hoya wished it wasn’t what he’s thinking about.
“Why the fuck are you with Woohyun last night?” Myungsoo questioningly raised his eyebrows, smirking.
And oh shit, Hoya wished he can just die right there right then.
“Hyung you can’t blame him, their company is pretty nearby to the store as well, and how would Howon know if Woohyun’s going to be there.” Dongwoo cut in, trying to save the situation thanks to Hoya who has gotten blank out of sudden.
“That’s not really the thing that is bothering me. The thing is..” He threw the tablet onto the bed, and one article came flashing before Hoya’s eyes. There was a series of pictures of last night incident, and it looked even chaotic in pictures.
YG Woohyun’s popularity surpasses JYP’s Howon
[+23, -6] Woohyun jjang!
[+87, -23] Oh that guy is Howon?
[+47, -21] Seriously man that Howon guy need to stay away from Woohyun. He’s not popular so he’s tagging along Woohyun for the fame.
[+74, -10] Lol poor guy he was barely noticed by the fans. That’s why he’s stalking Woohyun.
[+54, -12] Look how he held onto Woohyun’s hand trying to get him into the mess he created.
[+65, -14] Guys it’s just pictures how could we tell these all
Hoya didn’t even finish reading the hurtful comments from the netizen because Dongwoo suddenly pushed the tablet off the bed angrily, and that shocked Hoya who then heard a pitiful gasp from Myungsoo who were saving his tablet from the fatal fall.
“I’ll leave that to you, you know what you should do, Howon.” Myungsoo spat angrily, and with one last glance to Dongwoo, he stormed out of the room, leaving the two there.
Hoya threw himself backward and put a pillow over his face, frustrated.
“Seriously dude what the actual fuck had happened last night?” Dongwoo crawled up next to him, despite the small size of the bed but Hoya’s too tired to get mad anymore. Reminiscing what had happened that night, only end up making Hoya grunting in despair even more. He hated Woohyun, he fucking hated that man.
“Like what you read.” Hoya lazily replied.
“Oh please you’re lying. Your earphones aren’t here. Something must have happened.” Dongwoo sat up and crossed his arms, demanding more explanation.
Upon the mention of his poor earphones, he sat upright and with teary eyes he told Dongwoo everything about that night.
On the other side of the street, in a different dormitory, a particular Nam Woohyun was cringing as he was scrolling down the series of fantaken pictures. The first few were of their close ups and some were even taken hella close to his face he swore if he could delete all those pics that revealed the pores of his skin, he would have done so immediately.
And then a few scroll later his cringing came up to a different level of intensity when it showed pictures of him and Hoya, running away from the store.
Together.
Hands holding tightly.
Oh so lovingly.
It looked like he was the protective one trying to pull Hoya out of the mess, and obediently Hoya followed as they went to a safer place.
“How do you feel when your name is currently highly searched?” Sunggyu sat next to him, murmuring that without a bit of sincerity.
“it’s good.” Woohyun didn’t deny, he liked it. At least Sungyeol’s effort in promoting them didn’t come to no avail.
“And you’re dragging him along.” Sunggyu pointed at one picture where Hoya’s face was totally horrified it looked like he’s going to cry.
“How would I know if he’s going to be there?” Woohyun murmured, and straight away he closed his laptop. He didn’t expect the netizens would comment like that, and although he felt sorry for how they commented on Hoya, he can’t help but to feel at ease when his fame was confirmed from how the netizens reacted.
“Well you should be worried. The comments are reversed now everyone is protecting Howon you know.” Sunggyu muttered, before he leaned forward and whispered, “You’re in danger.” And then he left the room.
Woohyun really wanted to ask whether Sunggyu was really his friend or not.
***
Two weeks later, JYP and YG trainees topic was still trending. But it’s not that extreme since Hoya has been keeping himself from going out, afraid he might bump into Woohyun again and create the mess again and be blamed for one who scoops out someone else’s popularity.
But for a soon-to-debut trainee, his way of getting out of the problem wasn’t something that Myungsoo agreed. Hoya needed exposure. If not, then their debut will be the only stage they’d ever perform on. Life as idols were getting harsher and bitter, with all the tough competition of gaining strong fanbases and respected fame became the top priority in order to survive and live well.
And Myungsoo will never let the boys under him to suffer that, and especially, he’s not going to let the boys lose to YG’s trainees. With that, as a proud manager there he was, dragging Hoya along to an engagement party of his old friend. It was in a pretty luxurious club where everything looked smooth and expensive and shiny and yet all Hoya did was sitting by the bar counter, drinking vodkas.
“He’s your friend why are you taking me here hyung..” Hoya murmured.
“Shut up and promote yourself. Jungyeop is a friend of mine, who’s also a famous producer who’s finally getting engaged and you don’t even know how many big reporters are here.” Myungsoo grabbed the third glass of vodka Hoya was trying to drink. “And stop drinking.”
“Can’t you just go promote us by yourself?” Hoya tried to take the glass back but Myungsoo drank it in one shot.
“Ha ha you’re funny. I’m not the one who’s going to debut, you brat. Now go.” Myungsoo pushed him off the bar counter, and unwillingly Hoya strolled through the big amount of people who were dancing to the loud music.
He wasn’t in the mood though, but the music sounded pretty interesting that his leg muscles were starting to move to the rhythm. But it was pretty awkward to dance alone, how he wished Dongwoo would come with him but that punk decided to lock himself inside his room and snore so loudly that Myungsoo had given up on trying to barge in.
In the end, he gave up and found a seat at the other side so he went there and quickly grabbed the spot. On his way he managed to take another two glasses of tequila. What else can he do anyway but getting drunk and get away from this place. By his second tequila, the empty space next to him was taken by someone who was gasping for air. Maybe that guy had been dancing through all the songs that were played. Hoya shifted a bit to give more space.
And immediately he regretted it when he noticed who the person was.
“Seriously.. Give me a break Woohyun..” Hoya scoffed at the sight of Woohyun who was surprised to know it was Hoya who was sitting there.
“Out of all the people in this place.. tch..” Woohyun laughed as well, feeling ridiculed by the encounter. But if he were to be honest, Hoya looked different that night. He’s not in his usual sweatpants and t-shirt, but rather well groomed with dark blue shirt and tight faded jeans. This guy can really pull off casual clothes so stunningly, Woohyun silently thought.
“Go away Nam..” Hoya pushed Woohyun with his shaking hands. If only Woohyun didn’t notice how drunk Hoya was, he would’ve pushed Hoya harder and let him fall embarrassingly there.
“Why should I go though you’re not even supposed to be here..” Woohyun talked back, avoiding Hoya’s hands that were still trying to get rid of him.
“You stink.”
“Excuse me? You literally smell like vodka, tequila and gin all combined together and I’m the one who stinks?” It’s childish but Woohyun can’t let Hoya’s statement go easy on him. Hoya’s venomous remarks were something he hated the most.
“Says a Woohyun who seems like he’s made of sweats. You stink like hell.” Hoya slapped Woohyun’s back and the damp shirt was in contact with his hand and he scrunched up his face in disgust. “Euw here look..” Hoya put his palm onto Woohyun’s face and that’s the peak of his patience.
“Okay look you disrespectful human. Don’t ever put your hand on my face!” He stood up and pointed at Hoya. But the latter just stared at him, before he clasped both his hands in apologetic manner.
“Sorry.. sorry.. I’m sorry..” Hoya muttered, drunkenly. Woohyun almost laughed at the sudden change. Drunk Hoya was interesting.
part two
Title: Prove It
Rating: R
Pairing: Woohyun/Hoya
Length: 11k+
Summary: Hoya is from JYP, Woohyun is from YG. Both are trainees on their way to their debut day. Popularity and difference of genre makes them hate each other but one incident happens and everything changes ever since.
Note: Thanks for the prompts, jebalsaranghae! It’s my first time so yeah forgive the flaws I believe are lots in here. But I’ve tried my best in bringing the best of wooya from the prompts you gave me so yeah I hope you’d like it!^^ And thanks to mods too, sorry for much troubles I’ve caused you guys..
To: jebalsaranghae
From: Your Secret Santa
As soon as the music stopped, heavy breathing filled the practice room as Hoya let the exhaustion pulled himself down and sat with legs stretched out hideously as he tried to fill in as many air as he could. Dongwoo followed suit, fanning himself with his cap. Looking at the reflection of themselves in the mirror, Hoya concluded they don’t look any different with some dying fish with mouth gaping not-so-idol-like manner. What a sad sight, he thought to himself.
“You guys look like some dying gold fish, you know.” Someone said, matter-of-factly, from the corner of the practice room.
“You don’t have to rub it on our face, hyung.” Hoya threw a look to their manager, whose face was gleaming with light from the tab he’s holding. If only that young looking man, who was in fact two-year older than him wasn’t their manager, Hoya would’ve thrown the bottle he’s holding right onto that man’s face and make a debut without any manager that would nag like a grandmother throughout their life. But life was never fair, the thought made Hoya to scream internally.
“Try to look more cool, like, I don’t know.. make yourself look like a human being after all the dancing, can’t you?”
“Try to dance for six hours straight while singing and rapping and let’s see if you look like a human or a soon-to-explode blue whale right after that.” Hoya’s voice went sharp. A slam of the gadget was heard clearly, and Dongwoo gulped.
“What a temper. I’m Kim Myungsoo, your respectful manager you dumb ass, not a rapper.”
There was an eerie silence between them both, and Dongwoo has grown restless and uncomfortable with such mind-ripping situation. Hoya has bad temper with all the exhaustion and pressure, and Myungsoo manager-nim wasn’t any different either. If he didn’t stop this, they’d surely be in hell for the rest of their life. It’s a lie if he’d say they were stress-free throughout all the process of debuting, especially under a well-known company that always wanted to keep them at par with their other seniors.
Passion, yes they were packaged with that. But pressure and expectation always tag along, and somehow they were put at the brink of their sanities with those things cramping them in a small box that can burst any time. Hence, like a jolly mood-maker he always was, Dongwoo stood up and walked towards Myungsoo before he plopped down next to him on the sofa.
“He’s just tired, hyung. Calm down.. and why are you so engrossed with this?” Dongwoo poked Myungsoo’s tab, trying to look as interested as he could so the icy topic could be changed. However, Myungsoo’s stare got even colder (plus the light from the tab that made his face gleaming with an evil vibe smashing Dongwoo’s calm bit by bit), and Dongwoo swear to god that Myungsoo suits to be a killer than a manager. Then he read the names that appeared on the screen, and he blinked his eyes awkwardly.
Who could ever expect it wasn’t any shonen ai or shoujo anime that his manager was watching that moment, Dongwoo regretted even more for pointing that out.
“The soon-to-debut duo group from YG gets searched on the web way more than you guys do.”
Hoya rolled his eyes, annoyance crept over his face expression. And Dongwoo was frozen there beside Myungsoo.
Myungsoo inhaled a great amount of air, and from the reflection Hoya noticed that. He shut his eyes close in response, hoping he could disappear from the room. Or at least grab something to stuff into his ear. Or just go deaf for an hour.
“For god’s sake. This is JYP and we’re even better than YG. How could you guys lose to them. We’re more popular than this. We’ve got great seniors who have basically ruled the world of hallyu, and here you guys are, soon-to-debut but are losing to these duo on the searching engine and that reflects your popularity and I’m-“
“I’ll kill them.” Hoya cut Myungsoo’s nag, and this time both he and Dongwoo were dumbstruck by Hoya’s word.
“N-no.. I don’t mean it that uh way but uhm..” Myungsoo stuttered, because Hoya’s eyes seemed so determined and that scared the shit out of him.
“They’re just a freaking sad ballad duo-“
Myungsoo quickly corrected him “It’s R&B and it’s not really sad-“
“Oh whatever.” Hoya strictly cut him, and continued, “.. and they don’t even dance, or rap, they just stood there and hold the mic and stare into the camera and sing and oh that brings tears to my eyes and heck why are they so popular while I’m here busting my ass looking like a dying gold fish and was told this duo are even more popular than me. Funny world this is, ha ha ha funny!”
The laughter didn’t even sound like one, and Dongwoo appeared like he’s going to cry soon. With the trembling fingers Myungsoo tried to hide, he fished out his wallet from his pocket and marched towards Hoya, took that man’s hand and put the wallet into his hand. Hoya’s (creepily) smiling face changed, wondering what the hell his manager was up to.
“Go. Go out and buy whatever food or snacks or coffee or whatever. Calm yourself and get back when you’re all cool.” Myungsoo pulled the latter up and pushed him out of the practice room.
***
“It’s us again this time, isn’t it?” Woohyun asked, sliding next to Sunggyu who was slumped on the sofa. The latter just smiled and nodded. From all the trending on SNS and web search, they managed to win over the hip hop trainee for their pre-debut popularity. It has been two weeks since they trend on the real time search engine ranking. Immediately, Woohyun raised both his hands up in the air and clapped loudly.
“Whooohoo! I’m so going to thanks Sungyeol for this.”
“But they can catch up pretty soon. Their popularity is no joke either.”
“Whatever. Sungyeol is a pretty good promoter despite him being the most boring manager on earth. I thought his ideas on uploading our singing practice videos is cliché and won’t work. But look who’s getting the highest number of searches on the internet? Us!” Woohyun screamed out loud, as if the achievement were as high as if they’ve placed number one on the Billboards.
The pressure on them was pretty big, since they’re more into the ballad genre instead of the pop, hip hop-ish style their company always make their artists do. This time, they’re producing a pretty different duo to debut, and what else Woohyun can do instead of singing and maybe swaying a bit from left to the right, embracing the rhythm. Oh he can’t even dance without looking like an awkward seal.
And he knew, the hip hop trainees from YG will be their biggest threat on earth.
“But music shouldn’t be all about competition though.” Sunggyu muttered with a sigh. Woohyun wasn’t really taken aback by that. That’s the truth, but who will even listen to music without exposure and popularity? Not plenty.
And he didn’t really want to think much on that. Popularity is needed to attract more fans in order to establish a strong fanbase.
“I’ll just go out and buy something for us to celebrate this. Some beers will do.” Woohyun got off the sofa, and Sunggyu’s eyes followed him with a clear wonder.
“It’s just this though what’s there to celebrate?”
“Oh gosh Sunggyu.” Woohyun walked towards Sunggyu, immediately grabbed the other on the shoulders firmly and eventually shook him as he continued, “..We need beer for motivation. Motivation! And I want to thank Sungyeol later, I’ll buy him a dozen of coffee.” Sunggyu’s eyes turned even smaller, beaming questions on Woohyun’s weird way of motivation.
***
The air-con made the store a better place for Hoya to cool himself down - literally, since the summer temperature wasn’t really helping with his bad temper. With one hand inside his black hoodies’ front pocket and another one holding an empty basket, he strode down the small aisle of the snack section with small lazy steps as he listened to his songs from his iPod. He has Myungsoo’s wallet, which means he can buy a lot but honestly, he wasn’t really in the mood to eat.
However Dongwoo had texted him a freaking long list of snacks he wanted, and Hoya had no choice but to fill up that empty basket in his hand with all sort of snacks he can grab. It’s not his money anyway.
After about less than two minutes shoving everything that he could, he was about to reach the cashier when his eyes caught the beverage section with neatly arranged of all sort of alcohols, and his legs eventually brought him there (or perhaps it was his mind tricking him that alcohols are part of snacks too). Fascinated at the view of the large amount of alcohols there, he was so engrossed at scanning which ones would fit his taste better, and even considered which one would Dongwoo like as well.
When was the last time alcohol helped him in forgetting the soberness? It has been too long. Hoya had been too busy sweating his body, spraining his muscles and breaking his bones in the tiny little practice room. As his fingertips slid over the cold glass bottles of alcohols, his mind tried to imagine how would Myungsoo react if he spend all of what was in the wallet for the alcohols. That guy would go crazy and quiet, for sure. But then he could shove the alcohol down that poor man’s throat and shut him down and they can party hard for two days straight.
Until he suddenly felt a presence beside him, and he stopped the vivid imagination of Myungsoo ripping his own hair to baldness when he realized it wasn’t just a feeling, but there was really someone next to him. Hoya turned to the side, and upon him stood a guy who was staring at him.
Fully covered from head to toe - extra-large hoodie, sunglasses (At night? Seriously?), black mask - and Hoya knitted his brows as a reaction. And that guy raised his hand and pointed to him.
“Lee Howon.. right?” He spoke.
How the heck does this hobo guy know who he is? The startled Hoya took a step back, suspiciously he eyed the guy. Truthfully, if this man was going to rob him or anything that would harm him, he had the plan to smash the bottles of alcohol in his hand onto the man’s head.
Soon, they guy chuckled at Hoya’s reaction, and he pulled down his mask. “Dude. Why are you freaking out.”
Hoya squinted his eyes hard, and he regretted it. It was Nam freaking Woohyun. Then he really felt like smashing a bottle onto his own head.
“The hell are you doing here.” Hoya hissed, he swore he just lost his mood again. If there’s anything that he wished he would never encounter, Woohyun’s number one on the list. Woohyun just snorted.
“This store isn’t yours. I can be here too.”
“And why are you looking like a burglar?” Hoya isn’t Hoya if he’s not talking oh-so-sharply.
“Excuse me?” Woohyun took off his sunglasses. “How does a burglar wear this?” And he held the sunglasses with model-like manner that only put Hoya in a more cringing state.
“You could’ve stolen that.” Hoya nonchalantly replied, and he began to walk away.
Honestly, seeing Woohyun’s face without the shades just annoyed him even more and he’ll just get back to the dorm feeling more and more irritated. And Myungsoo will be pissed off again. And he wasn’t ready for a night of nags from that lovely manager of his. Because for sure the second solution to tone down his wrath would never be a wallet full of money like this.
But then he felt a tug on his left arm. He sighed.
“What?” He looked behind, scowling at Woohyun.
“Don’t call me a burglar, dude. Or a thief.”
“Then tell me why are you ridiculously dressed like this.”
“This isn’t ridiculous!”
“Then what?”
“I need to dress like this because I’m getting popular. And it’s hard to move around without having my pictures taken.”
If only Hoya could snort blood because Woohyun sounded super ridiculous.
“You look like a walking garbage.”
“You should take care of your image too.” Woohyun uttered, offended by being referred as a garbage. “Oh wait. You don’t need to. You’re not that famous.” Woohyun chuckled teasingly, putting on his glasses back. Hoya rolled his eyes.
“Pssh. Your bare face is your own shades already.”
“What are you trying to tell me.”
“I’m not in any mood for your shit, Nam.”
“I’ll prove it to you.”
“Yeah yeah prove me Nam prove it.”
Woohyun took off his glasses again, felt horribly stabbed by Hoya’s cold responses because heck he can never win in word fight with this man. Said man just shrugged and turned around, leaving the dumbfounded Woohyun behind.
But for just a few steps away, because Hoya’s track was stopped by a girl who was staring intensely at him. And at Woohyun too. But all he has in mind was to get the hell out of the place and away from the annoying man behind him.
“Excuse me I’m-“
“NAM WOOHYUN!” The girl shrieked. And it was the loudest shriek of a girl Hoya ever heard, he thought he was deafened for a moment. And then the realization struck him, and he quickly turned around, flashed by the view of a Nam Woohyun smiling like a sheep finally gotten laid, with such grin gracing his face and Hoya wished his eyes could roll 360 degree to show how utterly annoyed he was.
And how annoying it was when the girl who just screamed out Woohyun’s name didn’t even realize who he is.
“See..” Woohyun raised both his arm in a winning gesture, “..I’ve told you I’m -“
“Woohyun!!”
“Oh my god it’s Nam Woohyun!”
“That’s Lee Howon, isn’t it?”
“Gosh Howon and Woohyun in one place!”
“OPPAAA!”
The thing was, it wasn’t just a girl. There was a bunch of them. And everyone was squealing and screaming like mad. And to make it worse they knew Hoya as well -although Hoya kinda like it but it’s a start of a bad sign- Hoya couldn’t move, he was just too shocked with the coming girls towards him and Woohyun. They have this sparkling gaze yet it was so scary that he felt like he’s going to be eaten alive. His face was shoved with phones that were capturing pictures with blinding flashes, eventually making him dizzy. He moved few steps backward but the girls were faster and soon his back was plastered onto Woohyun, who was equally dumbstruck with the reaction.
“Whoa what is this?” Woohyun tried to stand still but the amount of girls who were coming was increasing. And apparently his dumb brain can’t process from where did the girls come from all so suddenly like that.
“Can’t you be more idiot that this, you shithead?” Hoya hissed, as he was struggling to balance himself and eventually had to lean onto Woohyun who could barely breathe. The struggle was real, he can’t hear a thing but loud buzzing of mixed “Oppa!”, “Sign!”, “Selca with me” altogether and he tried to imagine what if fame really gotten into his life later, will this be the pay he has to give? He’d just go and kill himself and reincarnate to a gold fish and never dance anymore.
The terrifying scene came to its peak when the girls started to grab on Hoya’s clothes for he didn’t know what’s the exact purpose because clearly he can’t even move at all. Until he felt someone held his hand so tightly he jumped at the sudden touch and merely shrieked, because that’s too much already.
“You dumb, it’s me!” Woohyun whispered closely and Hoya can’t really tell if he’s relieved or feeling even worse. “Come on let’s run! You see the door back there?” Woohyun pointed to the exit back door with his chin, and Hoya nodded when his eyes located it. “I’ll count to three and we’ll run there together okay.”
Hoya stared at Woohyun, in that short time there’s his pride trying to stand on its own so he hesitated for a moment. Woohyun rolled his eyes, and desperately tighten his hold onto Hoya’s hand. “Do you wanna die before debuting?”
“No!” Came his spontaneous respond, and he saw Woohyun sighing.
“Okay, one.. two.. three!” With all the force he has, Woohyun grabbed Hoya’s hand and pushed the girls but he tried hard to make sure none of them fall or get hurt. After few seconds of struggle he managed to get out of the circle of madness but he stopped when he cannot pull Hoya along.
“Wait..!” The poor man cried, and Woohyun wished he could just let go of Hoya’s hand. But for no apparent reason, he stayed and looked up what’s on.
“What the fuck is wrong Howon just run!”
“My earphone!” Hoya tried to pull the purple string that was stuck among the girls who were trying to grab onto him more and more. He struggled in keeping his one hand gripping onto Woohyun and the other one trying to entangle the mess from the earphone wire.
He heard grunts from Woohyun, who then came closer to him and in a short span of time he reached for the messed up string. To Hoya’s expectation, perhaps Woohyun would help in easing him trying to get back his earphone but nope, to his horror Woohyun ripped it off in one go, the sound of it breaking into two was just as horrifying as the screaming the girls were making. Hoya couldn’t say anything.
“Let’s go!” Woohyun muttered, and Hoya just let his legs follow where the freaking Nam took him to.
They ran as fast as they could but some of the girls still followed them to the back of the store, but Woohyun saw a corner full of boxes and there he went, dragging Hoya along and squeezed themselves in the small hidden space. Stuck in the small space with his face pasted flat on Woohyun’s back, Hoya just stayed quiet. They gasped for air, yet they tried to minimalize any sound they make. It wasn’t until five minutes later when Woohyun heard the girls giving up on searching and it was safe for him to stand up and get fresh air.
Woohyun suddenly laughed. “Pheww seriously that was mad right?” He looked at Hoya who was glaring at him.
And they realized they were still holding hands. Hoya was the first one to break it harshly. With no word, Hoya stood up, brushed the dirt off his jeans and began to walk away from Woohyun.
“Whoa what an attitude. You’re excellent.” Woohyun shoot him with sarcasm, and Hoya paused his walk. With rage, he pulled the broken earphones off his neck and plugged it out from his iPod, and turned around to face Woohyun.
“You’re even more fantastic!” He yelled, and threw the earphones onto Woohyun before he stepped away even angrier. Woohyun watched his back disappearing, and his eyes fell onto the lying purple string on the ground. He snorted at how ridiculous it was, but there was a tad of guilt.
However, that only lasts for three seconds before he “Psssh”ed and kicked the earphones as he stomped his way back home. Equally frustrated he was.
Woohyun dreamt of a pair of giant and thick earphone wire attacked him later that night. And a fading laughter enticed with evilness that came from a person named Lee Howon was heard, he was super terrified.
***
“MAN.. WAKE UP!” The piercing scream was a killer, adding up to the annoyance of having his bed bouncing irritatingly, shaking his body to waking up. Hoya woke up with the sight of Dongwoo with an expression he could not really process. He tried to shoo Dongwoo away, pushing him weakly because he can’t get rid of the heavy sleepiness that was tugging onto his eyelids.
“Shit man wake up I’m trying to save you or do you want to die early in the morning because I don’t want you to die yet gosh please.” Dongwoo murmured in his usual fast talk, but Hoya was too slow to understand whatever rubbish Dongwoo was talking about.
“What are you talking about..“ Eyes half opened, he tried to focus on Dongwoo’s face and he noted the worried expression.
“Wake up Howon! Or else Myungsoo hyung’s gonna-“
“Gonna what, Dongwoo?” Myungsoo’s voice echoed in the room. Both Hoya and Dongwoo looked at him who was leaning onto the door with his tab in his hand, again the same expression was worn and Hoya knew some shit was going to happen again. Early in the morning. Myungsoo can’t even tell time, for god’s sake.
“Get out of my room you two..” Hoya threw a pillow off the bed, declaring he still wanted more sleep.
“Not until you explain why the hell I found my wallet in the beer section of the store this morning.” Myungsoo’s stern voice made its painful way into Hoya’s ears, and he jolted up in shock.
“God.. seriously?” Hoya widened his eyes, he totally had forgotten about that. It must have been during the chaos that he dropped everything there.
“And that’s not the only thing.” Myungsoo raised his tablet.
And Hoya wished it wasn’t what he’s thinking about.
“Why the fuck are you with Woohyun last night?” Myungsoo questioningly raised his eyebrows, smirking.
And oh shit, Hoya wished he can just die right there right then.
“Hyung you can’t blame him, their company is pretty nearby to the store as well, and how would Howon know if Woohyun’s going to be there.” Dongwoo cut in, trying to save the situation thanks to Hoya who has gotten blank out of sudden.
“That’s not really the thing that is bothering me. The thing is..” He threw the tablet onto the bed, and one article came flashing before Hoya’s eyes. There was a series of pictures of last night incident, and it looked even chaotic in pictures.
YG Woohyun’s popularity surpasses JYP’s Howon
[+23, -6] Woohyun jjang!
[+87, -23] Oh that guy is Howon?
[+47, -21] Seriously man that Howon guy need to stay away from Woohyun. He’s not popular so he’s tagging along Woohyun for the fame.
[+74, -10] Lol poor guy he was barely noticed by the fans. That’s why he’s stalking Woohyun.
[+54, -12] Look how he held onto Woohyun’s hand trying to get him into the mess he created.
[+65, -14] Guys it’s just pictures how could we tell these all
Hoya didn’t even finish reading the hurtful comments from the netizen because Dongwoo suddenly pushed the tablet off the bed angrily, and that shocked Hoya who then heard a pitiful gasp from Myungsoo who were saving his tablet from the fatal fall.
“I’ll leave that to you, you know what you should do, Howon.” Myungsoo spat angrily, and with one last glance to Dongwoo, he stormed out of the room, leaving the two there.
Hoya threw himself backward and put a pillow over his face, frustrated.
“Seriously dude what the actual fuck had happened last night?” Dongwoo crawled up next to him, despite the small size of the bed but Hoya’s too tired to get mad anymore. Reminiscing what had happened that night, only end up making Hoya grunting in despair even more. He hated Woohyun, he fucking hated that man.
“Like what you read.” Hoya lazily replied.
“Oh please you’re lying. Your earphones aren’t here. Something must have happened.” Dongwoo sat up and crossed his arms, demanding more explanation.
Upon the mention of his poor earphones, he sat upright and with teary eyes he told Dongwoo everything about that night.
On the other side of the street, in a different dormitory, a particular Nam Woohyun was cringing as he was scrolling down the series of fantaken pictures. The first few were of their close ups and some were even taken hella close to his face he swore if he could delete all those pics that revealed the pores of his skin, he would have done so immediately.
And then a few scroll later his cringing came up to a different level of intensity when it showed pictures of him and Hoya, running away from the store.
Together.
Hands holding tightly.
Oh so lovingly.
It looked like he was the protective one trying to pull Hoya out of the mess, and obediently Hoya followed as they went to a safer place.
“How do you feel when your name is currently highly searched?” Sunggyu sat next to him, murmuring that without a bit of sincerity.
“it’s good.” Woohyun didn’t deny, he liked it. At least Sungyeol’s effort in promoting them didn’t come to no avail.
“And you’re dragging him along.” Sunggyu pointed at one picture where Hoya’s face was totally horrified it looked like he’s going to cry.
“How would I know if he’s going to be there?” Woohyun murmured, and straight away he closed his laptop. He didn’t expect the netizens would comment like that, and although he felt sorry for how they commented on Hoya, he can’t help but to feel at ease when his fame was confirmed from how the netizens reacted.
“Well you should be worried. The comments are reversed now everyone is protecting Howon you know.” Sunggyu muttered, before he leaned forward and whispered, “You’re in danger.” And then he left the room.
Woohyun really wanted to ask whether Sunggyu was really his friend or not.
***
Two weeks later, JYP and YG trainees topic was still trending. But it’s not that extreme since Hoya has been keeping himself from going out, afraid he might bump into Woohyun again and create the mess again and be blamed for one who scoops out someone else’s popularity.
But for a soon-to-debut trainee, his way of getting out of the problem wasn’t something that Myungsoo agreed. Hoya needed exposure. If not, then their debut will be the only stage they’d ever perform on. Life as idols were getting harsher and bitter, with all the tough competition of gaining strong fanbases and respected fame became the top priority in order to survive and live well.
And Myungsoo will never let the boys under him to suffer that, and especially, he’s not going to let the boys lose to YG’s trainees. With that, as a proud manager there he was, dragging Hoya along to an engagement party of his old friend. It was in a pretty luxurious club where everything looked smooth and expensive and shiny and yet all Hoya did was sitting by the bar counter, drinking vodkas.
“He’s your friend why are you taking me here hyung..” Hoya murmured.
“Shut up and promote yourself. Jungyeop is a friend of mine, who’s also a famous producer who’s finally getting engaged and you don’t even know how many big reporters are here.” Myungsoo grabbed the third glass of vodka Hoya was trying to drink. “And stop drinking.”
“Can’t you just go promote us by yourself?” Hoya tried to take the glass back but Myungsoo drank it in one shot.
“Ha ha you’re funny. I’m not the one who’s going to debut, you brat. Now go.” Myungsoo pushed him off the bar counter, and unwillingly Hoya strolled through the big amount of people who were dancing to the loud music.
He wasn’t in the mood though, but the music sounded pretty interesting that his leg muscles were starting to move to the rhythm. But it was pretty awkward to dance alone, how he wished Dongwoo would come with him but that punk decided to lock himself inside his room and snore so loudly that Myungsoo had given up on trying to barge in.
In the end, he gave up and found a seat at the other side so he went there and quickly grabbed the spot. On his way he managed to take another two glasses of tequila. What else can he do anyway but getting drunk and get away from this place. By his second tequila, the empty space next to him was taken by someone who was gasping for air. Maybe that guy had been dancing through all the songs that were played. Hoya shifted a bit to give more space.
And immediately he regretted it when he noticed who the person was.
“Seriously.. Give me a break Woohyun..” Hoya scoffed at the sight of Woohyun who was surprised to know it was Hoya who was sitting there.
“Out of all the people in this place.. tch..” Woohyun laughed as well, feeling ridiculed by the encounter. But if he were to be honest, Hoya looked different that night. He’s not in his usual sweatpants and t-shirt, but rather well groomed with dark blue shirt and tight faded jeans. This guy can really pull off casual clothes so stunningly, Woohyun silently thought.
“Go away Nam..” Hoya pushed Woohyun with his shaking hands. If only Woohyun didn’t notice how drunk Hoya was, he would’ve pushed Hoya harder and let him fall embarrassingly there.
“Why should I go though you’re not even supposed to be here..” Woohyun talked back, avoiding Hoya’s hands that were still trying to get rid of him.
“You stink.”
“Excuse me? You literally smell like vodka, tequila and gin all combined together and I’m the one who stinks?” It’s childish but Woohyun can’t let Hoya’s statement go easy on him. Hoya’s venomous remarks were something he hated the most.
“Says a Woohyun who seems like he’s made of sweats. You stink like hell.” Hoya slapped Woohyun’s back and the damp shirt was in contact with his hand and he scrunched up his face in disgust. “Euw here look..” Hoya put his palm onto Woohyun’s face and that’s the peak of his patience.
“Okay look you disrespectful human. Don’t ever put your hand on my face!” He stood up and pointed at Hoya. But the latter just stared at him, before he clasped both his hands in apologetic manner.
“Sorry.. sorry.. I’m sorry..” Hoya muttered, drunkenly. Woohyun almost laughed at the sudden change. Drunk Hoya was interesting.
part two