confession
confession
myungyeol ; pg
3055 wc
Myungsoo wasn’t into a lot of things. He didn’t ask for much, he wasn’t selfish. He wasn’t interested easily, but fascinated by the small things. He was quiet, he was observant; he was a wallflower amongst many people who were all the same. Kim Myungsoo has always been like this, always. And Sungyeol had grown to endure it.
It’s not like Sungyeol needed someone loud, or someone constantly cracking [lame] jokes. That was his job. And the last thing he wanted was to be friends with a guy just like him. So he liked Myungsoo. He liked him despite his lack of words, or lack of emotions. Because Myungsoo was Myungsoo and Sungyeol knew that was all the mattered in his life. He liked being with Woohyun, but for only too long before started to get irritated. He liked having Sungjong around, but he could only handle so much sass. Sunggyu got naggy now and then, Dongwoo gave him a headache on his bad days, and Sungyeol still felt a bit uncomfortable with Howon. Myungsoo was necessary to Sungyeol, and not only because he always laughed at his jokes like it was the best joke that’s ever been said, like Sungyeol should quit school and become a standup comedian. Because Myungsoo never judged, or back talked, or complained, nothing. Even if Myungsoo ever did have anything to say, it was always the right thing to say, that would reassure him or give him comfort. Myungsoo was a dependable best friend and same as Sungyeol to him, and, with these standards, nothing more.
The dreaded bell rang across the hallways of the school, but the two ignored it as it were nothing, as always.
“…but then my mom said that I was better off living with you! I swear, sometimes all she cares about is Daeyeol,” Sungyeol says to Myungsoo, slamming his head against the wall, “man, she can be so annoying.”
“Then come live with me,” Myungsoo comments after five minutes of Sungyeol’s rant, and tt sounds more of a suggestion than an offer. The students began to file out into their classes, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway.
“It’s okay,” Sungyeol tells Myungsoo, peeking over at him, “you can only take so much of me, right?”
“No.”
And Sungyeol smiles. He pats Myungsoo’s back and they walk to class, a little slower than they should have been going, Sungyeol explaining all the pros and cons of him ever settling down at his place.
“You’re late,” the teacher hisses to Sungyeol, taking note, once again, of it on her clipboard.
“You say it like I don’t already know,” he mutters under his breath, making sure to step over the foot sticking out from one of the student’s desk to trip him. He looks at the student and scoffs.
“How clever.”
The kid mimics Sungyeol, but no one laughs and Sungyeol feels better. He shuffles over to his seat and glances over at Woohyun who’s shooting him a glare. It’s that same look he always gives him for being late to class. Sungyeol shrugs at him and Woohyun looks forward again.
Myungsoo sighs as he sits by the window, ignoring the lecture his teacher was giving him for his amount of tardies and unexcused absences for ditching with Sungyeol. He barely heard the part about calling his parents and kicking him out of school, but Myungsoo knew the teacher would never actually do anything. Not when he was the top student of his class. So he just stared out the window. Fall was soon approaching, but Myungsoo wanted winter. In the corner of his eye, he sees kids running into the entrance of the school, only to be caught by the principal.
“Do you hear me Myungsoo?” His teacher finally comes to an end of his speech, and everyone looks at Myungsoo.
“Yes,” Myungsoo lies with a nod, pulling his notebook out to take decent enough notes so the teacher wouldn’t suspect anything. He pulls out his history notebook (his literature one is filled up with Sungyeol’s random doodles he did to kill time as they waited for their bus) and a black pen. LS is written in big letters on the cover and Myungsoo still snickers at the fact that Sungjong had thought he had a secret crush on him. He flips over the first twenty pages, since they were filled with history notes or maybe even unfinished song lyrics, until he found the next blank page. His gel pen is almost out of ink, but he was too lazy to get out another one from his backpack, if he even had another one. The teacher rambled on about this and that, but Myungsoo couldn’t help but let his mind wander off to Sungyeol. It’s been seven years since they knew each other, and Myungsoo still didn’t know why Sungyeol would ever wonder if he got tired of him.
“I could never get tired of you,” he remembers telling Sungyeol one day, but Sungyeol just chuckled. If anything, Myungsoo loved being with Sungyeol, he was amusing and fun. But not the same kind of amusing and fun like Dongwoo. It was different. It was more exciting. And Myungsoo began to think he actually needed Sungyeol in his life, or else all the color would drain in his such simplistic world, and he would be left living and breathing in monochrome. And that thought scared Myungsoo.
So when Sungyeol leaves Myungsoo after school to hang with Woohyun, Myungsoo finds himself stuck at home with nothing better to do. He stares at his phone, waiting for a text or a call, because that’s what he always waited for, but he gets nothing. He sighs and belly flops on his bed, kicking his feet up in the air. He gets a call from Sungjong, and Myungsoo helps him with his arithmetic, but even after that hour long talk, Sungyeol still hasn’t texted or called. And Myungsoo trusts Woohyun with Sungyeol, so he doesn’t bother waiting anymore.
“You’re clingy hyung,” Sungjong tells Myungsoo the next day while studying in the library. And Myungsoo doesn’t say anything back, because he knows he’s clingy and Sungyeol knows he’s clingy, but that didn’t matter. Sungjong stares at Myungsoo and opens his mouth to say something, anything, but Myungsoo beats him to it.
“I love him,” he blurts, and regrets it after it’s been said.
But Sungjong just simply replies with a “Yeah”, so Myungsoo doesn’t regret so much. He blinks at the younger, and then looks back at his text book. He tries to read, but he’s stuck on the same sentence for the next 10 minutes, because all he can think of is Sungyeol, and the way he looks when he’s happy, or how he looks when he’s sad, or angry, or excited, or even when his confident drops when Woohyun walks in the room. Because Myungsoo knows all those looks, and he finds himself smiling because all those looks make Myungsoo fall even more in this deep hole which he shouldn’t even be falling in. Sungjong clears his throat and Myungsoo looks up from his book. A weary smile Sungjong gives, and he stands up, leaving Myungsoo to his thoughts.
“Don’t you get tired of him?” Woohyun questions once he catches a glimpse of a picture of Myungsoo in Sungyeol’s wallet.
“Of who?” Sungyeol asks, handing the cashier lady the money, his money because he obliged when Woohyun had offered to pay and Sungyeol was stubborn, always stubborn, so Woohyun had no choice. They sit on the closest table they see and wait for their coffee.
“Myungsoo. Who else?” Woohyun laughs a little bit, “I’m starting to get a little jealous honestly.”
Sungyeol just grins, “At least you’re being honest.” “So you don’t get tired being with him all the time?” He asks again. Sungyeol opens a small packet of sugar for no apparent reason and looks at Woohyun.
“We’re best friends Woohyun,” his answer seems to simple for Woohyun, but it’s all Sungyeol can say to prove his point.
“Don’t you feel lonely with him? He doesn’t talk much, does he?” Woohyun seems so curious, but it wasn’t the first time he was this curious when it came to Sungyeol and Myungsoo’s friendship.
“Yeah, but he’s different. He doesn’t have to say much. I just know that he cares. Just his presence, he doesn’t need to say anything, I can never feel lonely with Myungsoo.” And Woohyun just chuckles and nods like he knows what Sungyeol means, but he doesn’t, he never will, but their coffee is ready so they drop the subject and discuss trivial things.
Sungyeol sits on the swing set and fishes in his sweat pant pocket for his phone to text Myungsoo. He settles to calling him instead and all he has to do is press number 3 on his phone and it speed dials. Sungyeol still believes the speed dial is the best part of his phone, better yet, of technology in general.
“Yeah?” Myungsoo’s voice sounds even nicer and huskier on the phone, which is why Sungyeol enjoyed phone conversations. He sits there and thinks about what Myungsoo could possibly doing right now, and what Myungsoo was always doing not with him every time they were apart, and then realizes that he was still on the phone.
“Are you busy?” Sungyeol finally asks, “I’m at the park.”
Myungsoo is panting when he reaches Sungyeol.
“What’s up?” Myungsoo looks at Sungyeol, checking over every part of him to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way, physically or emotionally, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Sungyeol faces up to Myungsoo. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he had on one of his signature plaid shirts. Sungyeol smiles, shaking his head. Myungsoo returns the smile and walks up behind Sungyeol. He hugs him for a while then pushes him on the swing. He listens to Sungyeol giddily laughing as he goes higher and higher up, like a little boy, and laughs too. He gets tired and lets Sungyeol push himself, until he jumps off his seat and lands on the tanbark.
“You’re such a kid,” Myungsoo sighs contently, walking over to the bench. Before he can sit down, Sungyeol grabs him by the waist and they end up rolling around the grass like a bunch of idiots. But that’s what Sungyeol does to Myungsoo and he doesn’t mind. He never minds when it’s Sungyeol. They lay on the grass and Sungyeol’s hand is so close to his, his fingers just barely touching ths tips of his own. He gulps and something in his stomach does knots and churns and it feels weird and tingly, almost sick even. Just looking at Sungyeol, he was like looking at perfection almost, with his eyes closed and a bright smile on his face and Myungsoo can’t help but feel accomplished. He watches Sungyeol as he falls asleep, and it’s late and he’s getting tired so he forgets about the yells he’ll get from him mom later and bug bites he’ll get when he wakes up in the morning.
“Sungyeol,” Myungsoo breathes out one night. It was one of usual Friday nights where most kids are out at this time at karaoke, or parties, or other teenage mischief, but Myungsoo preferred staying over at Sungyeol’s. The lights were out and the only sound were the crickets faint calling and the leaves rustling from the trees outside, plus the sound of the occasional cars zooming out at a glance above speed limit in the quant neighborhood-Sungyeol always insisted on leaving the window open. Myungsoo can barely see Sungyeol’s eyes flutter open, and his heart begins to pump faster and the air feels sticky even with the window wide open with the cool late September breeze, and too much pressure is being put onto him, and Myungsoo knew it this wouldn’t be easy. So he settles for Plan B.
“Do you like anyone?” He quietly asks, staring up at the ceiling, and he silently praises himself because he thought everything would spurt out incoherent and dumb, and that was the last thing he wanted to appear in front of Sungyeol.
“Huh,” Sungyeol croaks and he sounds tired as hell, but it’s only 3am Myungsoo says to himself. He twists his body over to face Myungsoo and his head hits the dresser while doing so but he keeps quiet and ignores the slight pain. Myungsoo avoids contact with Sungyeol as he proceeds to bore his eyes onto the wall, because you know, it was so interesting and all.
“Do I…?” Sungyeol rubs his eye and his elbow grazes against Myungsoo’s cheek and the younger boy freezes up at the touch and shifts himself a little farther away. Sungyeol finds himself listening to Myungsoo’s uneven breathing, and watching the way his chest rises up and down, and Sungyeol can tell, he knows, Myungsoo is scared to hear the answer. So Sungyeol tells him he doesn’t and Myungsoo pretends he’s fallen asleep.
Sungyeol was dense. Yes, he was dense, but he was also sharp. Dongwoo and Sungjong had always hinted, but Sungyeol knew. He just acted as if he didn’t, and he still continued to question why he hasn’t become an actor yet if he managed to fool even Sungjong (because all in all, Sungjong was a pretty smart kid). But Sungyeol waits. And waits. And waits. But he wasn’t a very patient person, so he doesn’t think he can wait any longer.
He catches Myungsoo after school and they walk to the bus stop like any other day. Myungsoo doesn’t say anything-he never says anything-and Sungyeol looks at him. He pokes his cheek lightly.
“Myung-,” he begins, but the latter cuts him off.
“Hey,” he scratches the back of his head and Sungyeol can tell he’s nervous so he smiles, “can… can I ask you something?”
And the older rolls his eyes and feels a bit disappointed, a bit angry, because he knows this is Myungsoo’s escape route into what he really wants to say, so he snaps at him, “Don’t you need to tell me something Myungsoo?”
But Myungsoo himself looks a little puzzled, Sungyeol watches as all his features, all his perfect, flawless features, contort in a confused look and Sungyeol doesn’t think he can take it any longer. Myungsoo glances over at Sungyeol and he looks mad, so Myungsoo stops walking.
“You’re gonna miss your bus,” Sungyeol spats at him.
“I don’t care,” he responds with that blank face, “What’s with you?”
“What’s with me?” Sungyeol’s voice almost roars and the fact that he towers over Myungsoo doesn’t help. He repeats his sentence and believes he has every right to scream into Myungsoo’s face, but he knows that’ll get them nowhere, not even to Myungsoo’s ridiculous question he was going to ask to save himself from confession. So he calms himself down, seeing as there was no real reason to get mad at his best friend, and takes a seat on the bench. His face meets his hands and he takes a deep breath and exhales.
“Is everything okay?” Myungsoo asks him, and Sungyeol fights the urge to slap him and tell him how much he loves him, but he’s still waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
“What was your question?” Sungyeol mumbles. And they both know that this was another one of Myungsoo’s Plan B but they go home and act like they know nothing.
Myungsoo wasn’t into a lot of things, but he liked Sungyeol. He didn’t ask for much, he wasn’t selfish, only when it came to Sungyeol. He wasn’t interested easily and fascinated by the smallest things, but Sungyeol always interested him and he definitely wasn’t one of the smallest things, but Myungsoo could name a million reasons as to why he was fascinated by him. He wanted Sungyeol. He wanted him and it felt unhealthy at how badly he wanted him. And he couldn’t wait.
“I love you.” It takes him another week. It takes Myungsoo another week since the bus stop for him to confess. But it’s taken him a whole year since they both knew, and, yes, they were both shamelessly counting. Myungsoo’s heart slows after he says it, as if all the suspense that was building suddenly dropped because the words have finally slipped his mouth and at this point Sungyeol could slap him and punch him but it didn’t even matter because he knew that he loved him. And he doesn’t care he said after Sungyeol has beaten him on a game of Mario Kart Wii (he’s only lost because all he did was watch Sungyeol scream and shout at Yoshi to drive faster and turn left or right-which was amusing since he was the one who had control over where Yoshi went-or watch how Sungyeol bit his lip watching the TV screen as if his life depended on it, or Sungyeol smirk when he passed by the coms, etc, etc) and that the only thing Sungyeol was probably thinking was that he’s won and that he wanted to rub it in Myungsoo’s face. But Myungsoo said it and Sungyeol’s hands fell from the air and his smile faded and the controller dropped from his hands, and that’s when a slight pang began to hit Myungsoo’s heart because he just knew Sungyeol didn’t love him back. So he stands up, shuffling around the room for his ignored homework assignments on the ground and he remembers Sungyeol is wearing his favorite sweater since he was feeling chilly at school, but he doesn’t bother to ask him for it.
“I-I’ll…uh, I’ll go,” Myungsoo sounds scared, he sounds so scared and he almost dashes out the door, but Sungyeol grabs his hand and he kisses him. And the sounds from Mario Kart Wii are becoming to get annoying but Myungsoo soon kisses him back so all the unnecessary noises suddenly, magically, mutes by now. Myungsoo can feel Sungyeol’s hands rubbing his back so his grip on the taller’s waist tightens because everything Sungyeol is doing feels so goddamn good and he’s wondered why he’s never confessed earlier. They pull away on sync to catch their breath and then Sungyeol pulls Myungsoo in for an embrace and whispers he loves him back.
“Took you long enough.”
myungyeol ; pg
3055 wc
Myungsoo wasn’t into a lot of things. He didn’t ask for much, he wasn’t selfish. He wasn’t interested easily, but fascinated by the small things. He was quiet, he was observant; he was a wallflower amongst many people who were all the same. Kim Myungsoo has always been like this, always. And Sungyeol had grown to endure it.
It’s not like Sungyeol needed someone loud, or someone constantly cracking [lame] jokes. That was his job. And the last thing he wanted was to be friends with a guy just like him. So he liked Myungsoo. He liked him despite his lack of words, or lack of emotions. Because Myungsoo was Myungsoo and Sungyeol knew that was all the mattered in his life. He liked being with Woohyun, but for only too long before started to get irritated. He liked having Sungjong around, but he could only handle so much sass. Sunggyu got naggy now and then, Dongwoo gave him a headache on his bad days, and Sungyeol still felt a bit uncomfortable with Howon. Myungsoo was necessary to Sungyeol, and not only because he always laughed at his jokes like it was the best joke that’s ever been said, like Sungyeol should quit school and become a standup comedian. Because Myungsoo never judged, or back talked, or complained, nothing. Even if Myungsoo ever did have anything to say, it was always the right thing to say, that would reassure him or give him comfort. Myungsoo was a dependable best friend and same as Sungyeol to him, and, with these standards, nothing more.
The dreaded bell rang across the hallways of the school, but the two ignored it as it were nothing, as always.
“…but then my mom said that I was better off living with you! I swear, sometimes all she cares about is Daeyeol,” Sungyeol says to Myungsoo, slamming his head against the wall, “man, she can be so annoying.”
“Then come live with me,” Myungsoo comments after five minutes of Sungyeol’s rant, and tt sounds more of a suggestion than an offer. The students began to file out into their classes, leaving the two of them alone in the hallway.
“It’s okay,” Sungyeol tells Myungsoo, peeking over at him, “you can only take so much of me, right?”
“No.”
And Sungyeol smiles. He pats Myungsoo’s back and they walk to class, a little slower than they should have been going, Sungyeol explaining all the pros and cons of him ever settling down at his place.
“You’re late,” the teacher hisses to Sungyeol, taking note, once again, of it on her clipboard.
“You say it like I don’t already know,” he mutters under his breath, making sure to step over the foot sticking out from one of the student’s desk to trip him. He looks at the student and scoffs.
“How clever.”
The kid mimics Sungyeol, but no one laughs and Sungyeol feels better. He shuffles over to his seat and glances over at Woohyun who’s shooting him a glare. It’s that same look he always gives him for being late to class. Sungyeol shrugs at him and Woohyun looks forward again.
Myungsoo sighs as he sits by the window, ignoring the lecture his teacher was giving him for his amount of tardies and unexcused absences for ditching with Sungyeol. He barely heard the part about calling his parents and kicking him out of school, but Myungsoo knew the teacher would never actually do anything. Not when he was the top student of his class. So he just stared out the window. Fall was soon approaching, but Myungsoo wanted winter. In the corner of his eye, he sees kids running into the entrance of the school, only to be caught by the principal.
“Do you hear me Myungsoo?” His teacher finally comes to an end of his speech, and everyone looks at Myungsoo.
“Yes,” Myungsoo lies with a nod, pulling his notebook out to take decent enough notes so the teacher wouldn’t suspect anything. He pulls out his history notebook (his literature one is filled up with Sungyeol’s random doodles he did to kill time as they waited for their bus) and a black pen. LS is written in big letters on the cover and Myungsoo still snickers at the fact that Sungjong had thought he had a secret crush on him. He flips over the first twenty pages, since they were filled with history notes or maybe even unfinished song lyrics, until he found the next blank page. His gel pen is almost out of ink, but he was too lazy to get out another one from his backpack, if he even had another one. The teacher rambled on about this and that, but Myungsoo couldn’t help but let his mind wander off to Sungyeol. It’s been seven years since they knew each other, and Myungsoo still didn’t know why Sungyeol would ever wonder if he got tired of him.
“I could never get tired of you,” he remembers telling Sungyeol one day, but Sungyeol just chuckled. If anything, Myungsoo loved being with Sungyeol, he was amusing and fun. But not the same kind of amusing and fun like Dongwoo. It was different. It was more exciting. And Myungsoo began to think he actually needed Sungyeol in his life, or else all the color would drain in his such simplistic world, and he would be left living and breathing in monochrome. And that thought scared Myungsoo.
So when Sungyeol leaves Myungsoo after school to hang with Woohyun, Myungsoo finds himself stuck at home with nothing better to do. He stares at his phone, waiting for a text or a call, because that’s what he always waited for, but he gets nothing. He sighs and belly flops on his bed, kicking his feet up in the air. He gets a call from Sungjong, and Myungsoo helps him with his arithmetic, but even after that hour long talk, Sungyeol still hasn’t texted or called. And Myungsoo trusts Woohyun with Sungyeol, so he doesn’t bother waiting anymore.
“You’re clingy hyung,” Sungjong tells Myungsoo the next day while studying in the library. And Myungsoo doesn’t say anything back, because he knows he’s clingy and Sungyeol knows he’s clingy, but that didn’t matter. Sungjong stares at Myungsoo and opens his mouth to say something, anything, but Myungsoo beats him to it.
“I love him,” he blurts, and regrets it after it’s been said.
But Sungjong just simply replies with a “Yeah”, so Myungsoo doesn’t regret so much. He blinks at the younger, and then looks back at his text book. He tries to read, but he’s stuck on the same sentence for the next 10 minutes, because all he can think of is Sungyeol, and the way he looks when he’s happy, or how he looks when he’s sad, or angry, or excited, or even when his confident drops when Woohyun walks in the room. Because Myungsoo knows all those looks, and he finds himself smiling because all those looks make Myungsoo fall even more in this deep hole which he shouldn’t even be falling in. Sungjong clears his throat and Myungsoo looks up from his book. A weary smile Sungjong gives, and he stands up, leaving Myungsoo to his thoughts.
“Don’t you get tired of him?” Woohyun questions once he catches a glimpse of a picture of Myungsoo in Sungyeol’s wallet.
“Of who?” Sungyeol asks, handing the cashier lady the money, his money because he obliged when Woohyun had offered to pay and Sungyeol was stubborn, always stubborn, so Woohyun had no choice. They sit on the closest table they see and wait for their coffee.
“Myungsoo. Who else?” Woohyun laughs a little bit, “I’m starting to get a little jealous honestly.”
Sungyeol just grins, “At least you’re being honest.” “So you don’t get tired being with him all the time?” He asks again. Sungyeol opens a small packet of sugar for no apparent reason and looks at Woohyun.
“We’re best friends Woohyun,” his answer seems to simple for Woohyun, but it’s all Sungyeol can say to prove his point.
“Don’t you feel lonely with him? He doesn’t talk much, does he?” Woohyun seems so curious, but it wasn’t the first time he was this curious when it came to Sungyeol and Myungsoo’s friendship.
“Yeah, but he’s different. He doesn’t have to say much. I just know that he cares. Just his presence, he doesn’t need to say anything, I can never feel lonely with Myungsoo.” And Woohyun just chuckles and nods like he knows what Sungyeol means, but he doesn’t, he never will, but their coffee is ready so they drop the subject and discuss trivial things.
Sungyeol sits on the swing set and fishes in his sweat pant pocket for his phone to text Myungsoo. He settles to calling him instead and all he has to do is press number 3 on his phone and it speed dials. Sungyeol still believes the speed dial is the best part of his phone, better yet, of technology in general.
“Yeah?” Myungsoo’s voice sounds even nicer and huskier on the phone, which is why Sungyeol enjoyed phone conversations. He sits there and thinks about what Myungsoo could possibly doing right now, and what Myungsoo was always doing not with him every time they were apart, and then realizes that he was still on the phone.
“Are you busy?” Sungyeol finally asks, “I’m at the park.”
Myungsoo is panting when he reaches Sungyeol.
“What’s up?” Myungsoo looks at Sungyeol, checking over every part of him to make sure he wasn’t hurt in any way, physically or emotionally, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Sungyeol faces up to Myungsoo. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he had on one of his signature plaid shirts. Sungyeol smiles, shaking his head. Myungsoo returns the smile and walks up behind Sungyeol. He hugs him for a while then pushes him on the swing. He listens to Sungyeol giddily laughing as he goes higher and higher up, like a little boy, and laughs too. He gets tired and lets Sungyeol push himself, until he jumps off his seat and lands on the tanbark.
“You’re such a kid,” Myungsoo sighs contently, walking over to the bench. Before he can sit down, Sungyeol grabs him by the waist and they end up rolling around the grass like a bunch of idiots. But that’s what Sungyeol does to Myungsoo and he doesn’t mind. He never minds when it’s Sungyeol. They lay on the grass and Sungyeol’s hand is so close to his, his fingers just barely touching ths tips of his own. He gulps and something in his stomach does knots and churns and it feels weird and tingly, almost sick even. Just looking at Sungyeol, he was like looking at perfection almost, with his eyes closed and a bright smile on his face and Myungsoo can’t help but feel accomplished. He watches Sungyeol as he falls asleep, and it’s late and he’s getting tired so he forgets about the yells he’ll get from him mom later and bug bites he’ll get when he wakes up in the morning.
“Sungyeol,” Myungsoo breathes out one night. It was one of usual Friday nights where most kids are out at this time at karaoke, or parties, or other teenage mischief, but Myungsoo preferred staying over at Sungyeol’s. The lights were out and the only sound were the crickets faint calling and the leaves rustling from the trees outside, plus the sound of the occasional cars zooming out at a glance above speed limit in the quant neighborhood-Sungyeol always insisted on leaving the window open. Myungsoo can barely see Sungyeol’s eyes flutter open, and his heart begins to pump faster and the air feels sticky even with the window wide open with the cool late September breeze, and too much pressure is being put onto him, and Myungsoo knew it this wouldn’t be easy. So he settles for Plan B.
“Do you like anyone?” He quietly asks, staring up at the ceiling, and he silently praises himself because he thought everything would spurt out incoherent and dumb, and that was the last thing he wanted to appear in front of Sungyeol.
“Huh,” Sungyeol croaks and he sounds tired as hell, but it’s only 3am Myungsoo says to himself. He twists his body over to face Myungsoo and his head hits the dresser while doing so but he keeps quiet and ignores the slight pain. Myungsoo avoids contact with Sungyeol as he proceeds to bore his eyes onto the wall, because you know, it was so interesting and all.
“Do I…?” Sungyeol rubs his eye and his elbow grazes against Myungsoo’s cheek and the younger boy freezes up at the touch and shifts himself a little farther away. Sungyeol finds himself listening to Myungsoo’s uneven breathing, and watching the way his chest rises up and down, and Sungyeol can tell, he knows, Myungsoo is scared to hear the answer. So Sungyeol tells him he doesn’t and Myungsoo pretends he’s fallen asleep.
Sungyeol was dense. Yes, he was dense, but he was also sharp. Dongwoo and Sungjong had always hinted, but Sungyeol knew. He just acted as if he didn’t, and he still continued to question why he hasn’t become an actor yet if he managed to fool even Sungjong (because all in all, Sungjong was a pretty smart kid). But Sungyeol waits. And waits. And waits. But he wasn’t a very patient person, so he doesn’t think he can wait any longer.
He catches Myungsoo after school and they walk to the bus stop like any other day. Myungsoo doesn’t say anything-he never says anything-and Sungyeol looks at him. He pokes his cheek lightly.
“Myung-,” he begins, but the latter cuts him off.
“Hey,” he scratches the back of his head and Sungyeol can tell he’s nervous so he smiles, “can… can I ask you something?”
And the older rolls his eyes and feels a bit disappointed, a bit angry, because he knows this is Myungsoo’s escape route into what he really wants to say, so he snaps at him, “Don’t you need to tell me something Myungsoo?”
But Myungsoo himself looks a little puzzled, Sungyeol watches as all his features, all his perfect, flawless features, contort in a confused look and Sungyeol doesn’t think he can take it any longer. Myungsoo glances over at Sungyeol and he looks mad, so Myungsoo stops walking.
“You’re gonna miss your bus,” Sungyeol spats at him.
“I don’t care,” he responds with that blank face, “What’s with you?”
“What’s with me?” Sungyeol’s voice almost roars and the fact that he towers over Myungsoo doesn’t help. He repeats his sentence and believes he has every right to scream into Myungsoo’s face, but he knows that’ll get them nowhere, not even to Myungsoo’s ridiculous question he was going to ask to save himself from confession. So he calms himself down, seeing as there was no real reason to get mad at his best friend, and takes a seat on the bench. His face meets his hands and he takes a deep breath and exhales.
“Is everything okay?” Myungsoo asks him, and Sungyeol fights the urge to slap him and tell him how much he loves him, but he’s still waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
“What was your question?” Sungyeol mumbles. And they both know that this was another one of Myungsoo’s Plan B but they go home and act like they know nothing.
Myungsoo wasn’t into a lot of things, but he liked Sungyeol. He didn’t ask for much, he wasn’t selfish, only when it came to Sungyeol. He wasn’t interested easily and fascinated by the smallest things, but Sungyeol always interested him and he definitely wasn’t one of the smallest things, but Myungsoo could name a million reasons as to why he was fascinated by him. He wanted Sungyeol. He wanted him and it felt unhealthy at how badly he wanted him. And he couldn’t wait.
“I love you.” It takes him another week. It takes Myungsoo another week since the bus stop for him to confess. But it’s taken him a whole year since they both knew, and, yes, they were both shamelessly counting. Myungsoo’s heart slows after he says it, as if all the suspense that was building suddenly dropped because the words have finally slipped his mouth and at this point Sungyeol could slap him and punch him but it didn’t even matter because he knew that he loved him. And he doesn’t care he said after Sungyeol has beaten him on a game of Mario Kart Wii (he’s only lost because all he did was watch Sungyeol scream and shout at Yoshi to drive faster and turn left or right-which was amusing since he was the one who had control over where Yoshi went-or watch how Sungyeol bit his lip watching the TV screen as if his life depended on it, or Sungyeol smirk when he passed by the coms, etc, etc) and that the only thing Sungyeol was probably thinking was that he’s won and that he wanted to rub it in Myungsoo’s face. But Myungsoo said it and Sungyeol’s hands fell from the air and his smile faded and the controller dropped from his hands, and that’s when a slight pang began to hit Myungsoo’s heart because he just knew Sungyeol didn’t love him back. So he stands up, shuffling around the room for his ignored homework assignments on the ground and he remembers Sungyeol is wearing his favorite sweater since he was feeling chilly at school, but he doesn’t bother to ask him for it.
“I-I’ll…uh, I’ll go,” Myungsoo sounds scared, he sounds so scared and he almost dashes out the door, but Sungyeol grabs his hand and he kisses him. And the sounds from Mario Kart Wii are becoming to get annoying but Myungsoo soon kisses him back so all the unnecessary noises suddenly, magically, mutes by now. Myungsoo can feel Sungyeol’s hands rubbing his back so his grip on the taller’s waist tightens because everything Sungyeol is doing feels so goddamn good and he’s wondered why he’s never confessed earlier. They pull away on sync to catch their breath and then Sungyeol pulls Myungsoo in for an embrace and whispers he loves him back.
“Took you long enough.”