120713 CHAPTERED FIC: THE CAMERA SHOOTS STRAIGHT: FOURTEEN
The camera shoots straight
Fourteen | main!L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol, Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya/Dongwoo | Crack, fluff | R (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Kim Myungsoo is a photographer - a talented one at that. He has absolutely no training, but his passion gets him through. He’s in desperate need of a place near his workplace because the early mornings are killing him. And then there’s Sungyeol. Lee Sungyeol is a peculiar one - he’s cute and outgoing and a whole lot of awkward. He’s a rookie model that gets scouted by a magazine for a few shoots.
That’s how they meet. What Sungyeol doesn’t know about Myungsoo is: he’s actually gay.
Today is one of those rare days when the main model of a shoot gets pink eye and the whole shoot is pushed back, meaning I get a day off with pay and am free to do as I wish. It just happens to be New Year’s Eve and I am planning that while everyone else is exchanging their New Year kisses, I’ll be given a very nice New Year handjob… maybe even blowjob. Depends on how frisky Woohyun’s contact for tonight is.
Well, until tonight I have to do something, therefore I am on the train. It’s been a really long time since I’ve been on a train and it’s sort of exciting because I made a game of it. Using an app on my phone, I rolled a dice twice. I got 3 & 4 and so I went to the third platform and am waiting to get off at the fourth stop the train takes me to. What I’m doing is sort of cliché and stupid because I’m on my own, but hey, there is a certain excitement in being out of your comfort zone.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I slip it out, reading the text: MYUNG, THERE’S THIS GUY HERE AND HE KEEPS STARING AT ME WEIRDLY! HOW DO I MAKE HIM STOP? WHY IS HE STARING AT ME LIKE THAT?
I roll my eyes. Of course Lee Sungyeol and his obscure mind would have to interrupt my peace and quiet - even if he’s not physically here.
Maybe he’s never seen a pole that could text before?
After a few moments without a reply, my phone vibrates again: HE’S COMING THIS WAY! WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!#@#@*&^%(%&*
I laugh at the absurd symbols after his last exclamation mark. The princess really has a lot of SMS etiquette.
Try to act human. You’ve seen me do it enough so it wouldn’t be a problem, right?
Instantly a reply comes: GO DIE IN A COW’S STOMACH OR SOMETHING.
What the hell is with his fingers? How can he text so fast without any typos with that paranoid mind? He should enter a competition or something to win me an iPad.
I’ll add that to the to-do-list, your highness
It’s silent after my witty remark and I go back to standing in the train in boredom. The lady’s voice resounds throughout the carriages and the train is finally at its fourth stop. Okay adventure, hit me with the best you’ve got! I step out of the train in excitement. I haven’t been to this side of town before - maybe there are criminals everywhere. Hopefully I get to witness someone being beaten half-to-death of something along those lines.
My phone vibrates as I step out of the station.
…Come get me? My shoot finished early and I was gonna text you to pick me up before but that guy came along. He’s gone now so pick up please! And I think I’m getting a cold
Sigh. There’s no use in being spontaneous if you have to babysit a perv-magnet giraffe.
Find somewhere indoors to stay and wait 25 minutes -.-
-
IT’S NEW YEARS EVE! This year, I will receive my first New Year’s Kiss! Maybe the kiss will turn into New Year’s… You know what I mean, right? You’re all little pervs, so you must know what I mean! Well, to get the perfect night of you-know-what-I-mean, you need experience. An experienced person is Myungsoo (who was nice enough to drive me home and stay with me here).
‘Is it too cold in here?’
I shake my head, wrapping myself in a fuzzy blanket. He nods and moves to walk out, but I stop him by saying, ‘Hey Myung… I have a very awkward request.’
‘Sure,’ he replies as I shift over so he can sit on the bed too. ‘Everything you do is awkward. I want to see if you can exceed my expectations.’
I blink at him. ‘I want sex tips.’
He quickly stands up and heads for the door. ‘And exceed them you have,’ he states, obviously not wanting to help me out. The selfish bastard, keeping all his intercourse knowledge to himself!
‘Come on! I know you’re straight, but sex is sex, right?’ I try to convince.
‘Well yeah, but…’ he mumbles, thinking about it thoroughly.
‘Pleeeaaassse! It’s not like I’m asking you to demonstrate, pervert!’ I whine, making my hurt-puppy-dog-in-the-rain face that Sunggyu is so vulnerable too.
By the look on his face, I can tell I’m victorious and try to fight back my smile. ‘Oh fine!’ he sighs loudly. ‘Stop making that face though. It’s disgusting.’
-
What the hell have a gotten myself into? If this Changsun guy was so great than why would he even need sex tips? I can’t believe I’ve given in, however. So I might as well teach the grasshopper well. I get a little concerned when I see him take out a notepad and pen, though…
‘Let’s start from the beginning,’ I announce, clapping my hands together. ‘The first step is to be sexy. And to be sexy you have to have a sexy stare. It wouldn’t be hard for you since you are a model, right?’
Sungyeol turns his head and somewhat glares at me. The looks brings me back to the first day we meant and I had to go through the torture of him looking… well, impossibly hot.
‘Like this?’ he asks all-too innocently for his expression.
‘…Actually that’s not bad,’ I compliment.
His normal, bubbly self comes back. ‘Really?’ he squeaks, jotting something down. He really needs to improve his writing, it’s as coherent as his thoughts.
‘Yeah, I would so pounce on you,’ I say unconscious and then cough, ‘… If - If you had tits, I mean.’
Once again, shit, I’m so lucky he’s stupid.
‘Okay this one is down pat! Next tip!’ he chirps, crossing his long legs on the mattress.
I have never told anybody about my next tip. It’s a secret and it works every single time. Sungyeol is my best student (because he’s my only student), so I guess I can tell him. It’s not like he’s going to tell the whole world about his sexual escapades with that innocent mind of his.
I sit on the bed, opposite him and look at him seriously. ‘Forearms are actually really sensitive, I have learnt. They create better orgasms and - Okay what are you laughing at?’ I tilt my head at the princess who’s rolling around on the bed with muffled laughter.
‘Sorry,’ he croaks, voice cracking from holding in his giggles. As expected, Sungyeol isn’t quiet for long: ‘BUT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A LOAD OF CRAP!’
I rub my ears pitifully, yelling back, ‘It’s true though! Go look it up yourself.’ I take a deep breath and exhale, continuing with the lesson, ‘Anyway, you just need to graze the forearms gently. It works best when you’re at the end of a conversation, staring into each other’s eyes and pretty seated close.’
‘Like…’ He sits up, shortens the distance between us, and takes my wrist into his hand. He does as I taught and ever-so-gently runs his blunt nails along my tendons, creating a prickling sensation on my forearm. He then turns my arm over and grazes my lightly tanned skin, spawning Goosebumps all the way up until my shoulder. ‘this?’
He continues practising and I just dumbly watch his pretty long fingers tease up and down my arm. I catch a whiff of his scent, his hot breath tickling my neck, making my hairs stand up. His eyes are fixed on my wrists, sparkling with something not-at-all Sungyeol-like - more like something sensual and taunting. And I can’t help but think… He’s a virgin right? Well fuck, Sungyeol’s a freaking natural.
‘Yeah…’ That came out a lot breathier and raspier than I hoped it would. ‘Just like that…’
Am I getting dizzy? I think I’m getting dizzy…
The door slams open, revealing a very covered-in-layers Woohyun and Sunggyu, taking off his jacket. ‘Hey guys, you wanna… Um, are we interrupting something?’ Woohyun mutters, raising an eyebrow at me. I glare back, letting out a sharp breath I forgot I was holding.
‘Not at all, what’s up?’ Sungyeol lets go of me, the sex in his eyes completely gone. I forgot how fucking two-faced he was - awkward pole one second, born cocktease the next.
‘Just came by for a visit and food deliviery,’ Sunggyu points out, sneakily swiping his hand down Woohyun’s back. Nothing gets past my amazing sight, absolutely nothing. ‘So what have you two been doing this New Year’s Eve?’
‘I was trying to convert streetlight pole into stripper pole,’ I snort, earning a kick in the side from the said princess himself.
‘Do I want to know?’ Woohyun groans a little, looking a tad bit grossed out.
An absurd, techno-like, ear-stabbing message tone booms throughout the apartment - Sungyeol’s phone, of course. He looks at the text and I see his eyes widen at the screen. Sungyeol gets up from the bed and pushes past my brother, who’s cleaning up some things near the doorway. (Sunggyu really shouldn’t though, I wouldn’t touch anything inside the brat’s room except the bed and his clothes. Everything else should be put in quarantine.) ‘Sorry, hyung! Can’t! I need to meet my little brother who’s waiting outside the building urgently!’ he exclaims, rushing to put on his shoes.
He re-enters the room thirty seconds after and I know exactly why. I throw him his jacket that he left on the floor and he mutters a quick thanks and heads back out.
‘Why?’ Woohyun questions out of curiosity. The dick never asks me where I’m going. The only times he asks about my whereabouts is when Sunggyu can’t find his phone - which is, obviously, not very often.
Sungyeol has a serious expression on his face, so we all fall silent. What exactly happened…?
‘Mum made cookies. Plus, Sungjong can’t come up here because he’ll eat Myungsoo,’ he answers. Sunggyu sighs and Woohyun face-palms.
I smirk. ‘It’s true. I’m just too damn delicious.’
‘You still haven’t told him?’ Sunggyu says over a cup of tea.
‘Told who what?’
‘Told Sungyeol you’re gay,’ Woohyun answers for him. Tch, completely whipped.
The answer catches me marginally off-guard. ‘Yeah, I haven’t told him.’ I sip my tea. ‘So what?’
‘So you should,’ Sunggyu replies, looking sternly at me.
I sigh, placing my cup on the kitchen bench. ‘It’s not that easy, hyung.’ It really isn’t.
Woohyun scoffs and does a very bad imitation of me, ‘Seriously? You just go up to him and say Hey, just thought you should know that your roommate is gay. Yeah, this roommate, me.’
That seriously doesn’t sounds like me. My words aren’t that strung together and my tone isn’t that nasal!
‘I can’t do that…’ I state dryly. I can’t just go up to him and tell him that. He’ll freak out. He freaks out of fucking dust bunnies!
‘Why not?’
‘Look,’ I explain, ‘That pole trusts me with his life, okay? Every time he thinks he’s in danger, I’m the first one he contacts. He has a boyfriend and he calls me instead! I can’t break his trust like that.’
Sunggyu gets angry real fast. ‘You already have ever since you found out that he believed you were not what he thought!’
Woohyun and I stare at him confusedly. What did he just say…?
My brother scratches his head, clearing his throat to regain his composure. ‘I mean… I - You guys get it, right?’
Woohyun and I both nod in unison, answering, ‘Yeah.’
‘You really have to tell him,’ Sunggyu presses.
‘Hyung, I can’t hurt him like that!’ I seriously can’t under any circumstances hurt the princess in any way, shape or form. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for wiping the cute smile off his face. The kid’s terrified of everything and he’s vulnerable. I’m just not going to let him get hurt, I’d rather die.
‘You care about him a lot,’ Woohyun murmurs, placing a hand on Sunggyu’s shoulder. I shrug, looking down.
‘More than you should,’ Sunggyu adds-on. I look at him strangely, not grasping the essence of what he is saying.
‘What?’
Suddenly, my crazy roommate barges through the door, screaming, ‘WOOHYUN-HYUNG! SUNGGYU-HYUNG! MYUNG! BEFORE I GO ON MY DATE WITH CHANGSUN, I NEED TO ASK A QUESTION!’
‘What’s the matter?’ Sunggyu questions, as he holds Sungyeol’s shoulders, full of worry.
Sungyeol pushes him aside for the second time today. ‘Not you, hyung. I’m sorry to say that you and Woohyun aren’t exactly good role models when it comes to NORMAL relationships. I’m going to ask the straight guy over there instead.’ Apparently, “straight guy” is me as he is pointing at me.
Woohyun scoffs and strolls towards the new kitchen - not exactly new, but Sungyeol and I don’t use it often so it’s still spotless and disaster-free.
‘What is it, princess?’
Sungyeol’s eyes turn big and round - well, bigger and rounder - and he queries innocently, ‘How do I tell him I’m a virgin?’
Sunggyu almost collapses.
AN\ Okay so my friend read my fic, and she said Sungyeol and I have matching personalities. DNW!!!!!!
A lot of you are waiting for MyungYeol…You’re gonna be waiting a while. I’ll just tell you that I will end this fic with a lump of MyungYeol. If you guys want a sequel after this, it might happen but not for certain. GODAMMIT, I REALLY NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THE END OF MY FIC AND OTHER FICS AND QWERTYUIOP!!!
And for those of you who have asked why Myungsoo hasn’t told Sungyeol yet, this is your reason. ;) Okey?
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)
Fourteen | main!L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol, Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya/Dongwoo | Crack, fluff | R (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Kim Myungsoo is a photographer - a talented one at that. He has absolutely no training, but his passion gets him through. He’s in desperate need of a place near his workplace because the early mornings are killing him. And then there’s Sungyeol. Lee Sungyeol is a peculiar one - he’s cute and outgoing and a whole lot of awkward. He’s a rookie model that gets scouted by a magazine for a few shoots.
That’s how they meet. What Sungyeol doesn’t know about Myungsoo is: he’s actually gay.
Today is one of those rare days when the main model of a shoot gets pink eye and the whole shoot is pushed back, meaning I get a day off with pay and am free to do as I wish. It just happens to be New Year’s Eve and I am planning that while everyone else is exchanging their New Year kisses, I’ll be given a very nice New Year handjob… maybe even blowjob. Depends on how frisky Woohyun’s contact for tonight is.
Well, until tonight I have to do something, therefore I am on the train. It’s been a really long time since I’ve been on a train and it’s sort of exciting because I made a game of it. Using an app on my phone, I rolled a dice twice. I got 3 & 4 and so I went to the third platform and am waiting to get off at the fourth stop the train takes me to. What I’m doing is sort of cliché and stupid because I’m on my own, but hey, there is a certain excitement in being out of your comfort zone.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I slip it out, reading the text: MYUNG, THERE’S THIS GUY HERE AND HE KEEPS STARING AT ME WEIRDLY! HOW DO I MAKE HIM STOP? WHY IS HE STARING AT ME LIKE THAT?
I roll my eyes. Of course Lee Sungyeol and his obscure mind would have to interrupt my peace and quiet - even if he’s not physically here.
Maybe he’s never seen a pole that could text before?
After a few moments without a reply, my phone vibrates again: HE’S COMING THIS WAY! WHAT DO I DO?!?!?!?!??!?!??!?!?!#@#@*&^%(%&*
I laugh at the absurd symbols after his last exclamation mark. The princess really has a lot of SMS etiquette.
Try to act human. You’ve seen me do it enough so it wouldn’t be a problem, right?
Instantly a reply comes: GO DIE IN A COW’S STOMACH OR SOMETHING.
What the hell is with his fingers? How can he text so fast without any typos with that paranoid mind? He should enter a competition or something to win me an iPad.
I’ll add that to the to-do-list, your highness
It’s silent after my witty remark and I go back to standing in the train in boredom. The lady’s voice resounds throughout the carriages and the train is finally at its fourth stop. Okay adventure, hit me with the best you’ve got! I step out of the train in excitement. I haven’t been to this side of town before - maybe there are criminals everywhere. Hopefully I get to witness someone being beaten half-to-death of something along those lines.
My phone vibrates as I step out of the station.
…Come get me? My shoot finished early and I was gonna text you to pick me up before but that guy came along. He’s gone now so pick up please! And I think I’m getting a cold
Sigh. There’s no use in being spontaneous if you have to babysit a perv-magnet giraffe.
Find somewhere indoors to stay and wait 25 minutes -.-
-
IT’S NEW YEARS EVE! This year, I will receive my first New Year’s Kiss! Maybe the kiss will turn into New Year’s… You know what I mean, right? You’re all little pervs, so you must know what I mean! Well, to get the perfect night of you-know-what-I-mean, you need experience. An experienced person is Myungsoo (who was nice enough to drive me home and stay with me here).
‘Is it too cold in here?’
I shake my head, wrapping myself in a fuzzy blanket. He nods and moves to walk out, but I stop him by saying, ‘Hey Myung… I have a very awkward request.’
‘Sure,’ he replies as I shift over so he can sit on the bed too. ‘Everything you do is awkward. I want to see if you can exceed my expectations.’
I blink at him. ‘I want sex tips.’
He quickly stands up and heads for the door. ‘And exceed them you have,’ he states, obviously not wanting to help me out. The selfish bastard, keeping all his intercourse knowledge to himself!
‘Come on! I know you’re straight, but sex is sex, right?’ I try to convince.
‘Well yeah, but…’ he mumbles, thinking about it thoroughly.
‘Pleeeaaassse! It’s not like I’m asking you to demonstrate, pervert!’ I whine, making my hurt-puppy-dog-in-the-rain face that Sunggyu is so vulnerable too.
By the look on his face, I can tell I’m victorious and try to fight back my smile. ‘Oh fine!’ he sighs loudly. ‘Stop making that face though. It’s disgusting.’
-
What the hell have a gotten myself into? If this Changsun guy was so great than why would he even need sex tips? I can’t believe I’ve given in, however. So I might as well teach the grasshopper well. I get a little concerned when I see him take out a notepad and pen, though…
‘Let’s start from the beginning,’ I announce, clapping my hands together. ‘The first step is to be sexy. And to be sexy you have to have a sexy stare. It wouldn’t be hard for you since you are a model, right?’
Sungyeol turns his head and somewhat glares at me. The looks brings me back to the first day we meant and I had to go through the torture of him looking… well, impossibly hot.
‘Like this?’ he asks all-too innocently for his expression.
‘…Actually that’s not bad,’ I compliment.
His normal, bubbly self comes back. ‘Really?’ he squeaks, jotting something down. He really needs to improve his writing, it’s as coherent as his thoughts.
‘Yeah, I would so pounce on you,’ I say unconscious and then cough, ‘… If - If you had tits, I mean.’
Once again, shit, I’m so lucky he’s stupid.
‘Okay this one is down pat! Next tip!’ he chirps, crossing his long legs on the mattress.
I have never told anybody about my next tip. It’s a secret and it works every single time. Sungyeol is my best student (because he’s my only student), so I guess I can tell him. It’s not like he’s going to tell the whole world about his sexual escapades with that innocent mind of his.
I sit on the bed, opposite him and look at him seriously. ‘Forearms are actually really sensitive, I have learnt. They create better orgasms and - Okay what are you laughing at?’ I tilt my head at the princess who’s rolling around on the bed with muffled laughter.
‘Sorry,’ he croaks, voice cracking from holding in his giggles. As expected, Sungyeol isn’t quiet for long: ‘BUT THAT SOUNDS LIKE A LOAD OF CRAP!’
I rub my ears pitifully, yelling back, ‘It’s true though! Go look it up yourself.’ I take a deep breath and exhale, continuing with the lesson, ‘Anyway, you just need to graze the forearms gently. It works best when you’re at the end of a conversation, staring into each other’s eyes and pretty seated close.’
‘Like…’ He sits up, shortens the distance between us, and takes my wrist into his hand. He does as I taught and ever-so-gently runs his blunt nails along my tendons, creating a prickling sensation on my forearm. He then turns my arm over and grazes my lightly tanned skin, spawning Goosebumps all the way up until my shoulder. ‘this?’
He continues practising and I just dumbly watch his pretty long fingers tease up and down my arm. I catch a whiff of his scent, his hot breath tickling my neck, making my hairs stand up. His eyes are fixed on my wrists, sparkling with something not-at-all Sungyeol-like - more like something sensual and taunting. And I can’t help but think… He’s a virgin right? Well fuck, Sungyeol’s a freaking natural.
‘Yeah…’ That came out a lot breathier and raspier than I hoped it would. ‘Just like that…’
Am I getting dizzy? I think I’m getting dizzy…
The door slams open, revealing a very covered-in-layers Woohyun and Sunggyu, taking off his jacket. ‘Hey guys, you wanna… Um, are we interrupting something?’ Woohyun mutters, raising an eyebrow at me. I glare back, letting out a sharp breath I forgot I was holding.
‘Not at all, what’s up?’ Sungyeol lets go of me, the sex in his eyes completely gone. I forgot how fucking two-faced he was - awkward pole one second, born cocktease the next.
‘Just came by for a visit and food deliviery,’ Sunggyu points out, sneakily swiping his hand down Woohyun’s back. Nothing gets past my amazing sight, absolutely nothing. ‘So what have you two been doing this New Year’s Eve?’
‘I was trying to convert streetlight pole into stripper pole,’ I snort, earning a kick in the side from the said princess himself.
‘Do I want to know?’ Woohyun groans a little, looking a tad bit grossed out.
An absurd, techno-like, ear-stabbing message tone booms throughout the apartment - Sungyeol’s phone, of course. He looks at the text and I see his eyes widen at the screen. Sungyeol gets up from the bed and pushes past my brother, who’s cleaning up some things near the doorway. (Sunggyu really shouldn’t though, I wouldn’t touch anything inside the brat’s room except the bed and his clothes. Everything else should be put in quarantine.) ‘Sorry, hyung! Can’t! I need to meet my little brother who’s waiting outside the building urgently!’ he exclaims, rushing to put on his shoes.
He re-enters the room thirty seconds after and I know exactly why. I throw him his jacket that he left on the floor and he mutters a quick thanks and heads back out.
‘Why?’ Woohyun questions out of curiosity. The dick never asks me where I’m going. The only times he asks about my whereabouts is when Sunggyu can’t find his phone - which is, obviously, not very often.
Sungyeol has a serious expression on his face, so we all fall silent. What exactly happened…?
‘Mum made cookies. Plus, Sungjong can’t come up here because he’ll eat Myungsoo,’ he answers. Sunggyu sighs and Woohyun face-palms.
I smirk. ‘It’s true. I’m just too damn delicious.’
‘You still haven’t told him?’ Sunggyu says over a cup of tea.
‘Told who what?’
‘Told Sungyeol you’re gay,’ Woohyun answers for him. Tch, completely whipped.
The answer catches me marginally off-guard. ‘Yeah, I haven’t told him.’ I sip my tea. ‘So what?’
‘So you should,’ Sunggyu replies, looking sternly at me.
I sigh, placing my cup on the kitchen bench. ‘It’s not that easy, hyung.’ It really isn’t.
Woohyun scoffs and does a very bad imitation of me, ‘Seriously? You just go up to him and say Hey, just thought you should know that your roommate is gay. Yeah, this roommate, me.’
That seriously doesn’t sounds like me. My words aren’t that strung together and my tone isn’t that nasal!
‘I can’t do that…’ I state dryly. I can’t just go up to him and tell him that. He’ll freak out. He freaks out of fucking dust bunnies!
‘Why not?’
‘Look,’ I explain, ‘That pole trusts me with his life, okay? Every time he thinks he’s in danger, I’m the first one he contacts. He has a boyfriend and he calls me instead! I can’t break his trust like that.’
Sunggyu gets angry real fast. ‘You already have ever since you found out that he believed you were not what he thought!’
Woohyun and I stare at him confusedly. What did he just say…?
My brother scratches his head, clearing his throat to regain his composure. ‘I mean… I - You guys get it, right?’
Woohyun and I both nod in unison, answering, ‘Yeah.’
‘You really have to tell him,’ Sunggyu presses.
‘Hyung, I can’t hurt him like that!’ I seriously can’t under any circumstances hurt the princess in any way, shape or form. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for wiping the cute smile off his face. The kid’s terrified of everything and he’s vulnerable. I’m just not going to let him get hurt, I’d rather die.
‘You care about him a lot,’ Woohyun murmurs, placing a hand on Sunggyu’s shoulder. I shrug, looking down.
‘More than you should,’ Sunggyu adds-on. I look at him strangely, not grasping the essence of what he is saying.
‘What?’
Suddenly, my crazy roommate barges through the door, screaming, ‘WOOHYUN-HYUNG! SUNGGYU-HYUNG! MYUNG! BEFORE I GO ON MY DATE WITH CHANGSUN, I NEED TO ASK A QUESTION!’
‘What’s the matter?’ Sunggyu questions, as he holds Sungyeol’s shoulders, full of worry.
Sungyeol pushes him aside for the second time today. ‘Not you, hyung. I’m sorry to say that you and Woohyun aren’t exactly good role models when it comes to NORMAL relationships. I’m going to ask the straight guy over there instead.’ Apparently, “straight guy” is me as he is pointing at me.
Woohyun scoffs and strolls towards the new kitchen - not exactly new, but Sungyeol and I don’t use it often so it’s still spotless and disaster-free.
‘What is it, princess?’
Sungyeol’s eyes turn big and round - well, bigger and rounder - and he queries innocently, ‘How do I tell him I’m a virgin?’
Sunggyu almost collapses.
AN\ Okay so my friend read my fic, and she said Sungyeol and I have matching personalities. DNW!!!!!!
A lot of you are waiting for MyungYeol…You’re gonna be waiting a while. I’ll just tell you that I will end this fic with a lump of MyungYeol. If you guys want a sequel after this, it might happen but not for certain. GODAMMIT, I REALLY NEED TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THE END OF MY FIC AND OTHER FICS AND QWERTYUIOP!!!
And for those of you who have asked why Myungsoo hasn’t told Sungyeol yet, this is your reason. ;) Okey?
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)