Red
Title: Red
Pairing: Woohyun/Sunggyu
Rating: pg-13
Genre: stupidity...? I honestly don't know. ^^;
Summary: Woohyun really just has a lot of Sunggyu feels. (Can you blame him?)
a/n: So, apparently I really like to write semi-suggestive fic while sitting on a crowded train with someone pretty definitely reading over my shoulder... My Sunggyu feels are just out of control. Send help. ㅠㅠ
ONE DAY I WILL WRITE A LEGITIMATE WOOGYU FIC THAT ISN'T SO INCOHERENT
There was nothing fair at all about Sunggyu’s solo album concept. The songs were so suited to his voice, they showed a different side of him that Woohyun had known existed but often forgot about, because it was so buried under layers of INFINITE that it was hard to see sometimes. And his new image, too. The perfectly tailored rocker/semi-hipster shit that shouldn’t have looked so good on him but did, completely did.
And don’t even get Woohyun started on the hair.
It was good enough that they hadn’t cut it, because letting Sunggyu grow out his bangs had been the best decision their stylists could have ever made for him -- but no. They’d gone above and beyond on this one. Brilliant red, the kind usually reserved for Dongwoo, and damn. It looked really fucking good on him.
Woohyun wasn’t even biased because red was his favorite color. It was really that good, like they’d gone ahead and just poured a giant pot of sex all over their leader’s head.
He almost died when INFINITE got to visit Sunggyu on the set for his music video. Sunggyu was done up so well, so much better than normal (because it was no secret that the stylists focused most of their attention on the more visual members and slapped a little eyeliner on the rest of them and called it good). And his hair, fuck, that hair. Woohyun would have to ask around for whoever had suggested that and buy them a car or a house or something.
After they’d successfully crashed the video shoot and distracted everyone with cake, they were all more or less free to go, but Woohyun lingered so he could get in a little more shameless staring. Sunggyu caught him looking and and raised his eyebrows, so Woohyun threw him a heart that made him roll his eyes and toss his head back in disgust.
Whatever. Sunggyu secretly liked it.
Woohyun convinced the managers to let him stay (“to help the stylist noonas!” he’d said, and the stylists had just laughed and promised to keep him out of trouble), so he settled back in Sunggyu’s chair to watch them film another take.
It was surreal.
The track was playing, but Sunggyu had never been one to lip sync, and the band seemed to be on exactly the same page. Woohyun had chills. He’d heard Sunggyu sing millions of times, knew Sunggyu’s voice almost as well as he knew his own, but this -- this was incredible. The sheer amount of feeling he injected the song with, his voice traveling so easily through every bit of his range without wavering once, the incredible amount of power and energy behind it...it literally took Woohyun’s breath away.
Suddenly he understood without a doubt why Sunggyu had gotten a solo album before him. At first, he’d attributed it in part to the fact that Sunggyu was leader. He was the oldest, he had a lot of experience, he worked really fucking hard for the company...it was a well-deserved reward.
But Woohyun had been a little jealous. He couldn’t help it. Things hadn’t been competitive between him and Sunggyu since their trainee days (and back then, it had been Sunggyu more than him who was always pushing and picking fights -- but that was a long time ago now). Still, INFINITE had really leveled the playing field between them. Both the lead vocal, assigned roughly the same number of lines in each album. They’d each gotten solo stages, studio versions and everything, but this? This was an entirely different plane.
But seeing Sunggyu now, he got it. Sunggyu had worked so hard for this. Not to say that Woohyun hadn’t, because he had. He’d devoted a lot of hours to his voice over the years, before even making it to Woollim, but it had always come more naturally to him than to Sunggyu, and he had never been rejected like Sunggyu had been, twice, from SM Ent. It was strangely empowering, to see Sunggyu now, standing on his own and commanding the entire set with his voice.
Woohyun jumped to his feet clapping when the take was done, and Sunggyu swore at him for being a cheesy bastard, but there was pride in the way he squared his shoulders and let Woohyun throw his arms around him in front of everyone. “You’re amazing, Kim Sunggyu~” he cheered, and Sunggyu shoved him off, looking pleased.
“I know.” He tossed his head, and Woohyun rolled his eyes and pinched his cheek. “Stop that, you’ll mess up my makeup,” Sunggyu scowled, but Woohyun just grinned and slid his arm underneath Sunggyu’s blazer instead.
Ah, so he hadn’t been hallucinating! The shirt underneath cut away at the sides and back, leaving them bare except for a single strap, which he snapped against Sunggyu’s skin. That got him an elbow to the ribs, but it was worth it. Sunggyu’s skin was nice and soft, so he continued to stroke his side absently as they headed over to check the footage.
Sunggyu was so focused on watching himself, eyes narrowed and serious as he hunted for every little mistake, but Woohyun was focused on Sunggyu. It was hard not to be, when he was so close, red hair and perfectly lined eyes, the skin of his back warm under Woohyun’s palm. Sunggyu was hard to distract when he working, which was sort of a shame. Would’ve been amusing to get him all hot and bothered, with all these people around. But Sunggyu didn’t acknowledge him at all -- until his fingers inched around and under the front part of his shirt to slide down the side of his chest. That got him a slap to the back of his hand and a stern look, and he laughed and rested his chin on Sunggyu’s shoulder, pleased with himself.
The take was pretty close to flawless. Combined with what they’d shot before, the producer said they’d have more than enough -- so Sunggyu was free to change and head back. “I’ll help him~” Woohyun singsonged, linking their arms and dragging Sunggyu off towards the changing room.
“The hell are you doing?” Sunggyu grumbled, but Woohyun ignored him and shut the door happily behind them.
“I stayed behind to help the stylists, so this is basically my job,” he reasoned, choosing to ignore Sunggyu’s eye rolling. He unclasped Sunggyu’s necklace for him and touched his lips there, just for a second, catching Sunggyu’s eyes in the mirror. “You were amazing today.”
“Mm,” Sunggyu hummed, rolling his shoulders as Woohyun’s hands slid over them. Woohyun helped him out of his blazer, leaving him in just his shirt and pants and tracing a finger up his bare side because he could, and because it made Sunggyu shiver. “What are you doing? So handsy today.”
“I’m always handsy,” he grinned, and Sunggyu elbowed him. “What? Can you blame me? You look hot.”
“I am hot.” A smirk, then, as Sunggyu leaned back against the counter. Which meant that Woohyun could see his entire bare back in the mirror, while he looked totally covered up in the front, and damn, yeah. Sunggyu was hot. Sungyeol had teased that that shirt was dumb, like a bib with a collar, but Woohyun completely disagreed with him for once. Though he supposed it was a little different, since Sungyeol just saw Sunggyu as leader and group mate and Woohyun saw him as something a bit more than that.
Yeah. Woohyun saw all that bare skin and just wanted to lick it. Sunggyu would probably let him, too.
“Hey.” Sunggyu’s hand slid along his jaw, drawing him in and keeping him there, mere inches between them now. Sunggyu’s eyes were bright, brighter framed by red and full of happiness and pride and promise, and Woohyun wanted to kiss him. So he did, leaning closer and catching Sunggyu’s mouth up with his. It was completely amazing, that these lips that perfectly shaped every note of his solos were so soft and pliant against his, that he could trail his fingers down the throat that housed such powerful vocal cords and that his kisses were matched so easily, with a satisfied little sigh that was every bit as gorgeous as one of Sunggyu’s high notes. He tugged open the front of Sunggyu’s shirt, but Sunggyu’s hands stopped his when he reached to touch his soft stomach. “Not here. Not now.”
Woohyun groaned and pouted, frustrated. Fuck responsibility -- Sunggyu looked amazing, and he really should be appreciated properly. “But I like this shirt,” he whined, and Sunggyu laughed at him.
“That good, huh?” He grinned and Woohyun made to kiss him again, but he stopped him by clamping a hand over his mouth. “I said not now. We have to go before someone comes in to check on us.”
Woohyun personally thought that touching Sunggyu was worth the potential awkwardness of getting caught, but Sunggyu was evidently not having it. “Come on...please? We can be quick.”
“Speak for yourself.” Sunggyu stuck his tongue out at him cheekily, and that was really not fair -- especially when Sunggyu was just continuing on with changing into his street clothes like Woohyun wasn’t practically throwing himself at him.
“Pleeeeeease, Sunggyu?” He threw in some of his best aegyo, smiling his most charming smile and making hearts that he tossed at Sunggyu, but Sunggyu just shoved him toward the door. “Hey! I’m a stylist today -- at least let me help you change!”
“I’m not taking my pants off in front of you right now, you pervert. Go wait in the van.”
“It’s not like I’m going to jump you,” Woohyun whined, even though that was sort of a lie. He might. It had definitely crossed his mind.
“That’s right you’re not, because you’re going to wait in the van.”
“Wait, hyung--”
“What?”
Sunggyu’s eyes had narrowed into nonexistence, which was probably supposed to be intimidating but was actually just really fucking cute, and Woohyun pulled an innocent little smile. “One more kiss?”
“Ugh...fine. Needy bastard.” Sunggyu huffed, but he let Woohyun crush their mouths together again. His hands crept very slowly up Sunggyu’s bare sides as he tipped closer and got his tongue into Sunggyu’s warm mouth, figuring he’d won, because he knew exactly how to make Sunggyu come undone like this -- but then Sunggyu nipped at him and smacked his hands away. “Okay, enough. Out.”
“But Sunggyu oppaaaa, you’re so cool,” Woohyun whined, and Sunggyu made a noise like he wanted to throw up.
“You’re disgusting. Get out.”
“But I’m your biggest fan!”
“Out!” Sunggyu shoved him out of the changing room, frowning as he tried to keep from laughing like Woohyun knew he wanted to -- because try as he might to deny it, Sunggyu thought he was adorable. Even (especially) when he was being an idiot. “Go wait in the van. I’ll deal with you later.”
“Is that a promise?” Woohyun waggled his eyebrows, and Sunggyu slammed the door in his face.
Worth it. Completely worth it, because he’d succeeded in getting Sunggyu riled up after all.
He wondered if he could convince their stylists to make Sunggyu’s red hair a permanent thing...and that shirt, too.