Post #21
Fics ( #20)
notice me this year exo, kris/tao
trois exo, fem!Sehun/luhan/kai
A Matter of Perspective exo, kris/luhan
clandestine exo; kris/baekhyun
untitled beast, doojoon/dongwoon
untitled snsd, hyoyeon/seohyun
untitled infinite, sunggyu/dongwoo
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notice me this year exo, kris/tao
trois exo, fem!Sehun/luhan/kai
A Matter of Perspective exo, kris/luhan
clandestine exo; kris/baekhyun
untitled beast, doojoon/dongwoon
untitled snsd, hyoyeon/seohyun
untitled infinite, sunggyu/dongwoo
There's a new delicious archive for seoulfulness run by anon(s) who aren't me hereFor flat view, ( Read more... )
he's on the verge of giving up when he spots two boys walking down the street. the two of them seem to be deep in conversation but that doesn't stop sunggyu from bounding over because business opportunities!
"would you like some milkshakes?" sunggyu pulls out his best smile, the one that blinds with the teeth and makes his eyes disappear. woohyun says it makes him seem crazy but the girls at school seem to like it when he does it.
"huh?" says the one on the right and sunggyu finally gets a good look at him and-
holy fuck he's gorgeous.
the two boys are obviously back from some form of vigorous exercise, as they're dressed in thin wife beaters and loose pants. little beads of sweat decorate pretty boy's face, both from whatever sport he's just done and the unforgiving summer weather. sunggyu drinks the rest of his face in -the broad manly features, the thick eyebrows, those lips that are just the right shade of pink- before he realizes he's staring.
pretty boy darts his eyes down to the testers in sunggyu's hand and shakes his head politely. he even makes polite look good. "no, i'm sorry, i'm-"
"no, no, best you've ever tasted," sunggyu insists and before the boy can do anything, he tips the little plastic cup into the boy's mouth, forcing the milkshake down his throat.
"oh wow," the boy blinks and licks his lips of the remaining cream, surprised. "this does taste good."
"it might be because you've never tasted one before," snorts his friend, who shoots a glare at sunggyu. "did you know that he's-"
glarey boy is cut off because pretty boy slaps a hand over his mouth. "i'm hoya," says pretty boy apologetically. "and i apologize for sungyeol here. he's a bit socially deficient. i would like- sungyeol did you just lick me??"
hoya pulls his hand back immediately and blanches in disgust at his friend.
sungyeol huffs and crosses his arms. "well, you know what happens when you-"
hoya not-so-subtly kicks sungyeol on the shin and smiles brightly at sunggyu. sunggyu may or may not have swooned. and maybe clenched his toes a little at the cute.
"hey sungyeol i'm sure you could use a nice drink, yeah?" he speaks to his friend, but his eyes are trained on sunggyu's, and the soft smile playing at the corner of his lips almost makes sunggyu drop his tray.
sungyeol follows after them unhappily, mumbling something about being surrounded by pansies while sunggyu enthusiastically walks hoya through the whole milkshake idea.
hoya ends up buying two cups, one for sungyeol and one for himself, and they hang around talking until sungyeol drags them both away for another round of dance practice. ("no, it's not like i had anything to do anyway," hoya laughs and sunggyu swoons again and woohyun gags.)
the next day, sungyeol stops by the milkshake stall.
"give me your number." the demand is followed by an outstretched hand and no smile, just a deadpan and unblinking eyes.
sunggyu almost chokes on the milkshake he was drinking. after daintily wiping the side of his mouth, he manages to formulate a reply. "i'm sorry, i wasn't aware that you were interested in me."
sungyeol rolls his eyes and woohyun props himself forward, obviously interested. "not for me, you doof. did you know that hoya is lactose intolerant? he's been throwing his guts out and i'm here so i can demand the medical fees for both his medicine and my therapy. also, hoya is more socially defunct than i am."
sunggyu makes a little gurgling noise of horror at the thought of hoya being sick and pale and- "oh my god, i need to take care of him."
"what about the stall?" woohyun protests.
sungyeol snatches sunggyu's phone that was lying on the table and punches in a few numbers before throwing it back to sunggyu. "anyway, here's his number. get it over with. but try not to call him. i don't think he can speak over his throwing up."
they're not sure if sunggyu even heard, because the older boy has already bolted down the street.
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to: hoya
sorry for turning up at your house today. i just wanted to make sure you're ok :( i left more of the soup in the fridge so you can just heat it up.
from: hoya
to: sunggyu
no, no, thank you! the soup tasted great :D and i'm sorry for making you clean up after me u__________u
from: sunggyu
to: hoya
omg no it's my fault. i shouldn't listened to you when you said you were lactose intolerant.
from: hoya
to: sunggyu
maybe you could make it up to me over dinner? ;)
("so like, let me get this straight," woohyun says incredibly. "hoya got himself sick so he could talk to sunggyu?"
"i know right, normal people just ask each other out. hoya almost gets himself hospitalized." sungyeol rolls his eyes for the umpteenth time and recounts the money they've earned after taking over sunggyu at the stall. "sunggyu's not even that attractive, with his beady eyes and horse face."
"we have stupid friends," whines woohyun.
there's a pause and then sungyeol says, "i'm not stupid."
another beat of silence, and woohyun begins slowly, "so uh, we have this money, so wanna grab a bite?"
sungyeol stares at him, so woohyun hastens to add, "to commemorate us knowing each other, two non-stupid friends, of course."
sungyeol coughs and nods quickly. "of course. platonical- i mean, just. new friends are great."
woohyun beams and pats sungyeol on the cheek. "we'll get along just fine.")
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ok so i've never written infinite and i never will again ok bye.
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