121207 ONESHOT/SEQUEL: A WEEK WE MIGHT NOT REMEMBER
A week we might not remember
Oneshot/Sequel (2800+ words) | Myungsoo/Sungyeol | Fluff, crack | PG
Summary: A little add-on to The camera shoots straight. If you have not read it but want to read this and understand all the jokes, then please read TCSS first.
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MONDAY
‘Lee Sungyeol!’
Ugh. He’s driving me freaking insane! Even after dating for a year, he’s still a massive jerk and I hate him. Just because he’s a top ranking photographer now, doesn’t mean he could boss me around. I’m a sought after model - I should be bossing him around!
I stomp out of my room and shout in his face, ‘WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!’
He glares at me and nags like how I would imagine Soohyun’s future wife would nag, ‘I’m going to work now. Aren’t you going to send me off?’
I roll my eyes at him - Yeah, Myungsoo’s contagious. I’m even cleaning my room more often because of him.
‘Bye,’ I say bluntly, ‘What else do you want?’
‘A kiss?’ he suggests, stepping closer to me. Before I could say no, he pulls me by the shirt and crashes his soft lips on mine. I figure, what the heck. By this rate, Myungsoo would be early for work. I tug on his hair as he tilts his head, letting him do all the work.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing him. I act like I don’t like it sometimes, like it’s just something I have to do, but I secretly like it. Just don’t tell Myungsoo that. His head is already big as it is.
Then I feel his tongue and do the mature thing and shove him away, knowing his boss will eat him if he’s late. See. I’m smarter than Myungsoo takes me credit for.
Instead of letting me go and going to work, Myungsoo hugs me tightly and props his chin on my shoulder. I loosen up and just let him have what he wants before I push him out the door and lock it.
‘I love you, Yeol.’
He’s a freaking idiot. Just WHY does he become so cute at a time like this?! I guess I could leave the shoving for later…
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TUESDAY
‘What’s with the face?’
Sungyeol’s giving me a grumpy stink eye from across the table. We’re at Woohyun’s café, which has actually gotten pretty popular - Well, what would you expect? Two good-looking young gay guys running a café together… Did I just call Woohyun good-looking? That’s not right. Axe that.
Anyway, the boyfriend just snaps childishly, per usual, ‘I get annoyed just by looking at your idiotness.’
‘Idiotness isn’t a word,’ I scoff, rolling my eyes.
He sneers at me, leaning forward to hiss in contempt, ‘It should be. It’ll make it easier for me to describe your face.’
I have to admit, it’s really tough to date such a subtle and sweet, not at all rude or stubborn, person.
‘But seriously, is something wrong?’ I sigh, seeing that he’s back to sculling down his third cup of coffee for this afternoon.
He pouts and I remember why I find him so cute. ‘I have a headache,’ he mumbles, licking the coffee off his lips.
I reply dryly, ‘Maybe you drank too much coffee.’
He shakes his head and looks at me with a blank yet serious expression that kind of freaks me out because he’s Lee Sungyeol. ‘No, caffeine is good for headaches! It shrinks your blood cells so your blood flows through your vessels easier,’ he blurts out all at once.
I just blink at him and raise an eyebrow.
Without further ado, he shrugs and chomps down his blueberry muffin - Yes, I thought Sungyeol how to eat dessert with fruit in it. It took months of threatening and blackmail, but we eventually got to the stage where he would quietly eat them on the condition they were tooth-achingly sweet.
‘I just know things,’ he mutters matter-of-factly. He’s gotten a little wise since last time you guys heard from us… but if you think about Sungyeol’s mental age, in reality it’s not really an improvement.
I don’t know if it’s because we haven’t fucked in quite some time - quite some time is equivalent to about three to four days - but just looking at him licking the excess coffee and muffin crumbs off the corners of his lips gives me ideas.
‘Well, you know what always cures a headache,’ I remark, shooting him a suggestive smirk.
Even though he’s not a virgin anymore - He’s definitely not a virgin anymore - he’s still an oblivious little princess when it comes to sex. I, for one, find it utterly endearing. Sungyeol tilts his head and asks, ‘What does?’
I stand up with my wallet in hand to pay for his three coffees and whatever crap he consumed in the two hours we’ve been here.
‘Let’s go home and I’ll demonstrate.’
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WEDNESDAY
From modelling I actually got a small acting role. I don’t know how it happened or why it happened, but it did. So now, I, the greatest person in existence, am now an ACTOR SLASH MODEL SLASH FUTURE RULER OF EARTH SLASH BETTER THAN KIM MYUNGSOO.
At the moment, I just have a cameo, but according to Dongwoo I will get bigger parts if I do well today. I’m going to be starring in this movie and, don’t tell the director I said this, but it’s really cliché and corny…. However, near the end there’s a twist and the movie turns all gory and everyone’s a vampire and they have sex with each other vampire style. I’m sure Myungsoo would like it. He likes sex and violence in movies. And vampires. I caught him watching Twilight.
The great thing about acting that you don’t get in modelling is the fully catered table of finger food. As I’m stuffing my face, I feel a presence behind me and turn around, expecting the director or my agent.
Then my eyes widen upon seeing a girl in school uniform, grinning up at me. ‘Jiyeon?’ I exclaim, spitting the food out into a napkin.
‘Sungyeol!’ she shouts back, still looking up at me without blinking. How does she do that? Sungjong can do that too, when he stares at Myungsoo.
I awkwardly rub the nape of my neck and begin with polite small talk, ‘How have you been?’
‘I’ve been good,’ she answers. ‘How’s that lower back injury Myungsoo gave you yesterday?’
‘W - What?!’ HOW THE HELL- WHY - Um… What? ‘How did you know about that?’
She whispers before starting to turn around and walk back to the set, ‘By the way, Myungsoo missed the bin. One of the condoms is still on the floor of your bedroom.’
I hear my name being called, but I think texting Myungsoo is more important because we have a goddamn stalker.
I HAVE A FUCKING STALKER
Jiyeon waves at me and I just give her an awkward smile, nodding.
Did you mistake someone for your shadow again?
Can my boyfriend get any more stupid?!
That was ONE time! Why do you always have to remind me about that when I think someone is stalking me?!
I sigh and rub my face. I knew Myungsoo would be of no help… Now I have to struggle through this trauma alone. All alone. Whoever said marriage (Myungsoo and I are married on Facebook because he hacked me and made me propose to him. Afterwards, I didn’t mind because that meant he made himself the girl in our relationship.) was a two person thing was dead wrong!
This poor human being you are accusing is probably just a nice person who is willing to talk to a psychopath like you
I’M NOT A PSYCHOPATH, YOU UGLY PIECE OF SHIT!
IT’S JIYEON!
His reply makes me smirk at the phone: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
He caught my Caps Lock disease.
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THURSDAY
Sungyeol got home from work pretty late so dinner was prepared by the time he got home. I thought that he was having a bad day - the grumpy face said it all - and that it’d be okay to be uncivilised and eat on the couch. I usually don’t let him eat dinner on the couch because it’s unhygienic and rather a bad habit to eat while watching television.
We’re eating fried rice because I came home pretty late too and it was simple to make. He’s clumsy as always and some rice sticks onto his lip. I laugh as I swipe it off, ‘Good?’
‘Yeah,’ he mumbles, shovelling an absurd amount into his mouth, of course spilling a lot of it.
I pet his hair and whisper playfully, ‘How much do you love me?’
He replies, still staring mindlessly at the television, ‘Yeah, it tastes good.’
I want to fucking punch something.
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FRIDAY
We’re having a quiet movie night. It was all set up until we realised we ran out of microwave popcorn - One of the world’s greatest inventions ever, in my opinion. I ducked out to the local supermarket near the apartment building and found it closed. Instead of breaking in and just leaving some money on the counter like I originally intended, I decided to find another store. Of course Myungsoo pestered me over text about it getting late, seeing that I was taking longer than expected. I told him I was finding another store and then he called and we had a big argument about me going by myself or something. In conclusion, Myungsoo’s stupid so I hung up on him. I eventually found a store and bought three packets of popcorn (Trust me, we could woof down A LOT.), so I started to excitedly head back to the apartment.
While walking through a small alleyway, I feel my phone buzz.
Be careful out there babe
I poke my tongue out at the screen of my phone. Myungsoo’s so protective that it’s gotten pretty damn annoying.
I’ll be okay~ Your friend Kyungjae taught me well ^o^
His friend is hot, by the way. And he taught me taekwondo so I feel safe because I now know how to kick some serious ass. I’ve never tried it on a stranger before - only Myungsoo. If you see Myungsoo with a black eye, don’t bother asking if he’s okay. He’s just being a big wuss. However, if you see ME with big bruises on my neck, smash the daylights out of the jerk because he’s a massive pervert.
As I put the phone back, I feel a strange presence behind me. Then I slow down my pace, looking to the ground. There’s a shadow of a man behind me… and he’s coming closer… OH DAMN, SAVE ME!
‘Give me your wallet!’
I kick the living beejeebers out of his stupid masked face, his knife flying behind him. I then run away and scream as loud as I can because OH MY FUCKING GOD I WAS ABOUT TO BE MUGGED. BUT NO, I WAS BADASS ENOUGH TO KICK THAT DOOFUS. WAIT TIL I TELL MYUNGSOO ALL ABOUT IT AND SCREAM ‘I TOLD YOU SO!’ IN HIS FACE, AS LOUD AS I CAN.
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SATURDAY
It’s Saturday afternoon and I find it particularly annoying that I’m here with idiot Woohyun, my oblivious brother, without-a-brain Howon, lovesick Dongwoo, and my maniac of a boyfriend, and not at home where I could have peace and quiet after an extremely long period of taking pictures of sluts. I know that it’s nice to be out with friends - well, supposedly - but I could be at home, having a hot shower right about now. Throw in a naked Lee Sungyeol and my day may average out to be an okay day instead of a shit one.
There’s a blush on Sunggyu’s face that I’ve been seeing a lot lately thanks to Nam fucking Woohyun. His hand is on the table and Woohyun places his hand on top. Sungyeol taps my shoulder and when I look over, he mouths the word barf and I nod, smiling bitterly at him.
‘We’ve got news,’ Sunggyu declares, silencing our whole table.
Sungyeol immediately stands up, wide eyed and looking like he was almost pissing himself. ‘YOU’RE PREGNANT!’
Sunggyu snaps in astonishment, ‘Myungsoo!’
‘I am Myungsoo,’ I deadpan, rolling my eyes. I’m always first to blame.
My brother rubs the back of his neck and chuckles apologetically, ‘I’m sorry. I still have the intuition to yell at you.’
‘You mean nag,’ I sigh, earning a glare.
Dongwoo puts the conversation back on track by saying, ‘Well, what’s the news?’
There’s a few deeps breaths and a subtle smile before Sunggyu announces, ‘I’m quitting teaching.’
And here is the awkward fork dropping. We all give him question looks because we all thought he loved teaching. Sunggyu is one of the few young (Don’t tell him I said he was young. He’d never let me live it down.) adults that enjoy the company of pestering brats that are sticky and reek of play-dough.
Sunggyu explains, ‘I want to become a rock star instead.’
And he goes my boyfriend again… ‘YOU’RE GOING TO COLLECT ROCKS FOR LIVING?!’ he screams, making everyone in the restaurant look at him like he deserved to be in a mental hospital… Actually, that could be arranged. I’ve got connections.
I say sarcastically, ‘Yes Princess Rational Ideas, my brother is going to collect rocks and become a billionaire.’
He then sneers at me and sits back down, enjoying his pizza.
Howon points to me with his fork. ‘And you’re not surprised by this announcement at all?’ he asks, eyes widened.
I shrug. I’m not exactly unsurprised, just a little fazed by his sudden turn in career. ‘Him wanting to be a rock star would explain that gothic stage he went through in middle school,’ I clarify uncaringly, eating up my pasta - Sungyeol stopped being revolting and I relearnt how to eat pasta. He still doesn’t like it but I’ve gotten him to eat lasagne before. I guess that’s as close as I’ll ever get.
I notice someone watching me eat and when I turn my head, I see Sungyeol looking at me. I can’t help but smile and he smiles back, his teeth and lips smothered in tomato sauce.
I honestly don’t think I’d ever send away the unpredictable princess, no matter how much we hate each other.
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SUNDAY
Today’s been the worst! Everyone’s been testing my anger and the director was really pushing it… I was really tempted to karate chop his ugly face, but I restrained myself and gritted my teeth. It’s also really hot today. Too hot for an outdoor shoot. Lucky Myungsoo got to stay home and hog the air conditioner - That’s another reason why I hate today. And I got yelled for sweating! What the hell would the stupid director expect? People sweat when they’re hot.
Too bad sweat doesn’t melt away waterproof makeup. Ugh, this stuff is stuck on my face. The upside is that I’m back home. The downside is that this face crap is embedded into my skin and I can’t get it off! I take the face towel and angrily scrub at my skin. Since I’ve had enough, I pull the towel off and almost shit myself when I look in the mirror. I look like a messed up Edward Scissorhands after a heavy make out session with Dolly Parton. Before I huff and try to wipe the makeup off again, I get an ingenious idea.
I run out into the living area and call out, ‘Myung!’
He leisurely steps out of his room and finds me. ‘What is it - OH FUCKING SHIT!’
I laugh and run at him. ‘Come give me a kiss!’
‘No way,’ he chuckles, preparing to run away.
We end up running everywhere, jumping onto furniture, throwing pillows at each other, until he finally trips and falls onto his back. I take the opportunity to jump on top of him, ignoring his pained noises.
‘COME HERE!’ I shout, feeling his breath on my neck as he laughs at how stupid we both are.
Then I kiss him and just enjoy the moment. It might not be the last time we have a moment like this, where we’re both acting like reckless children without responsibilities, but every moment is different. Every one of these moments is unique and so we live them out to the fullest.
Myungsoo’s lips are chapped and I must taste like chalk from the makeup and someone’s ringing the doorbell two thousand times a minute and the microwave is beeping, but I still stay with him and vice versa. In this moment, we don’t care about the rest of the world. We just care that the kissing feels goddamn good and being together feels like bliss and nothing can take that away from us.
And in the end, I don’t care how many downs there are in life, as long as Myungsoo’s downs are lower.
‘Yeol, should we get the door now?’
‘We could get the door… or I could wipe the crap off my face and take all my clothes off.’
‘I fucking love you.’
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AN\ I couldn’t help it… I just missed them. I thought about writing a cracktackular alternate ending where Sungyeol saves Myungsoo from Gyuri, who was secretly an evil witch, while riding on a rainbow unicorn born from the sky… But I think this is more meaningful ^^;
AND AFTER THIS… NOTHING MORE. NADA. I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE MORE TCSS. IT’S COMPLETELY DONE AND I’M SURE YOU GUYS ARE SICK OF IT BY NOW! I’M ONLY WRITING COLLIDE NOW.
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Oneshot/Sequel (2800+ words) | Myungsoo/Sungyeol | Fluff, crack | PG
Summary: A little add-on to The camera shoots straight. If you have not read it but want to read this and understand all the jokes, then please read TCSS first.
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MONDAY
‘Lee Sungyeol!’
Ugh. He’s driving me freaking insane! Even after dating for a year, he’s still a massive jerk and I hate him. Just because he’s a top ranking photographer now, doesn’t mean he could boss me around. I’m a sought after model - I should be bossing him around!
I stomp out of my room and shout in his face, ‘WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!’
He glares at me and nags like how I would imagine Soohyun’s future wife would nag, ‘I’m going to work now. Aren’t you going to send me off?’
I roll my eyes at him - Yeah, Myungsoo’s contagious. I’m even cleaning my room more often because of him.
‘Bye,’ I say bluntly, ‘What else do you want?’
‘A kiss?’ he suggests, stepping closer to me. Before I could say no, he pulls me by the shirt and crashes his soft lips on mine. I figure, what the heck. By this rate, Myungsoo would be early for work. I tug on his hair as he tilts his head, letting him do all the work.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of kissing him. I act like I don’t like it sometimes, like it’s just something I have to do, but I secretly like it. Just don’t tell Myungsoo that. His head is already big as it is.
Then I feel his tongue and do the mature thing and shove him away, knowing his boss will eat him if he’s late. See. I’m smarter than Myungsoo takes me credit for.
Instead of letting me go and going to work, Myungsoo hugs me tightly and props his chin on my shoulder. I loosen up and just let him have what he wants before I push him out the door and lock it.
‘I love you, Yeol.’
He’s a freaking idiot. Just WHY does he become so cute at a time like this?! I guess I could leave the shoving for later…
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TUESDAY
‘What’s with the face?’
Sungyeol’s giving me a grumpy stink eye from across the table. We’re at Woohyun’s café, which has actually gotten pretty popular - Well, what would you expect? Two good-looking young gay guys running a café together… Did I just call Woohyun good-looking? That’s not right. Axe that.
Anyway, the boyfriend just snaps childishly, per usual, ‘I get annoyed just by looking at your idiotness.’
‘Idiotness isn’t a word,’ I scoff, rolling my eyes.
He sneers at me, leaning forward to hiss in contempt, ‘It should be. It’ll make it easier for me to describe your face.’
I have to admit, it’s really tough to date such a subtle and sweet, not at all rude or stubborn, person.
‘But seriously, is something wrong?’ I sigh, seeing that he’s back to sculling down his third cup of coffee for this afternoon.
He pouts and I remember why I find him so cute. ‘I have a headache,’ he mumbles, licking the coffee off his lips.
I reply dryly, ‘Maybe you drank too much coffee.’
He shakes his head and looks at me with a blank yet serious expression that kind of freaks me out because he’s Lee Sungyeol. ‘No, caffeine is good for headaches! It shrinks your blood cells so your blood flows through your vessels easier,’ he blurts out all at once.
I just blink at him and raise an eyebrow.
Without further ado, he shrugs and chomps down his blueberry muffin - Yes, I thought Sungyeol how to eat dessert with fruit in it. It took months of threatening and blackmail, but we eventually got to the stage where he would quietly eat them on the condition they were tooth-achingly sweet.
‘I just know things,’ he mutters matter-of-factly. He’s gotten a little wise since last time you guys heard from us… but if you think about Sungyeol’s mental age, in reality it’s not really an improvement.
I don’t know if it’s because we haven’t fucked in quite some time - quite some time is equivalent to about three to four days - but just looking at him licking the excess coffee and muffin crumbs off the corners of his lips gives me ideas.
‘Well, you know what always cures a headache,’ I remark, shooting him a suggestive smirk.
Even though he’s not a virgin anymore - He’s definitely not a virgin anymore - he’s still an oblivious little princess when it comes to sex. I, for one, find it utterly endearing. Sungyeol tilts his head and asks, ‘What does?’
I stand up with my wallet in hand to pay for his three coffees and whatever crap he consumed in the two hours we’ve been here.
‘Let’s go home and I’ll demonstrate.’
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WEDNESDAY
From modelling I actually got a small acting role. I don’t know how it happened or why it happened, but it did. So now, I, the greatest person in existence, am now an ACTOR SLASH MODEL SLASH FUTURE RULER OF EARTH SLASH BETTER THAN KIM MYUNGSOO.
At the moment, I just have a cameo, but according to Dongwoo I will get bigger parts if I do well today. I’m going to be starring in this movie and, don’t tell the director I said this, but it’s really cliché and corny…. However, near the end there’s a twist and the movie turns all gory and everyone’s a vampire and they have sex with each other vampire style. I’m sure Myungsoo would like it. He likes sex and violence in movies. And vampires. I caught him watching Twilight.
The great thing about acting that you don’t get in modelling is the fully catered table of finger food. As I’m stuffing my face, I feel a presence behind me and turn around, expecting the director or my agent.
Then my eyes widen upon seeing a girl in school uniform, grinning up at me. ‘Jiyeon?’ I exclaim, spitting the food out into a napkin.
‘Sungyeol!’ she shouts back, still looking up at me without blinking. How does she do that? Sungjong can do that too, when he stares at Myungsoo.
I awkwardly rub the nape of my neck and begin with polite small talk, ‘How have you been?’
‘I’ve been good,’ she answers. ‘How’s that lower back injury Myungsoo gave you yesterday?’
‘W - What?!’ HOW THE HELL- WHY - Um… What? ‘How did you know about that?’
She whispers before starting to turn around and walk back to the set, ‘By the way, Myungsoo missed the bin. One of the condoms is still on the floor of your bedroom.’
I hear my name being called, but I think texting Myungsoo is more important because we have a goddamn stalker.
I HAVE A FUCKING STALKER
Jiyeon waves at me and I just give her an awkward smile, nodding.
Did you mistake someone for your shadow again?
Can my boyfriend get any more stupid?!
That was ONE time! Why do you always have to remind me about that when I think someone is stalking me?!
I sigh and rub my face. I knew Myungsoo would be of no help… Now I have to struggle through this trauma alone. All alone. Whoever said marriage (Myungsoo and I are married on Facebook because he hacked me and made me propose to him. Afterwards, I didn’t mind because that meant he made himself the girl in our relationship.) was a two person thing was dead wrong!
This poor human being you are accusing is probably just a nice person who is willing to talk to a psychopath like you
I’M NOT A PSYCHOPATH, YOU UGLY PIECE OF SHIT!
IT’S JIYEON!
His reply makes me smirk at the phone: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
He caught my Caps Lock disease.
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THURSDAY
Sungyeol got home from work pretty late so dinner was prepared by the time he got home. I thought that he was having a bad day - the grumpy face said it all - and that it’d be okay to be uncivilised and eat on the couch. I usually don’t let him eat dinner on the couch because it’s unhygienic and rather a bad habit to eat while watching television.
We’re eating fried rice because I came home pretty late too and it was simple to make. He’s clumsy as always and some rice sticks onto his lip. I laugh as I swipe it off, ‘Good?’
‘Yeah,’ he mumbles, shovelling an absurd amount into his mouth, of course spilling a lot of it.
I pet his hair and whisper playfully, ‘How much do you love me?’
He replies, still staring mindlessly at the television, ‘Yeah, it tastes good.’
I want to fucking punch something.
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FRIDAY
We’re having a quiet movie night. It was all set up until we realised we ran out of microwave popcorn - One of the world’s greatest inventions ever, in my opinion. I ducked out to the local supermarket near the apartment building and found it closed. Instead of breaking in and just leaving some money on the counter like I originally intended, I decided to find another store. Of course Myungsoo pestered me over text about it getting late, seeing that I was taking longer than expected. I told him I was finding another store and then he called and we had a big argument about me going by myself or something. In conclusion, Myungsoo’s stupid so I hung up on him. I eventually found a store and bought three packets of popcorn (Trust me, we could woof down A LOT.), so I started to excitedly head back to the apartment.
While walking through a small alleyway, I feel my phone buzz.
Be careful out there babe
I poke my tongue out at the screen of my phone. Myungsoo’s so protective that it’s gotten pretty damn annoying.
I’ll be okay~ Your friend Kyungjae taught me well ^o^
His friend is hot, by the way. And he taught me taekwondo so I feel safe because I now know how to kick some serious ass. I’ve never tried it on a stranger before - only Myungsoo. If you see Myungsoo with a black eye, don’t bother asking if he’s okay. He’s just being a big wuss. However, if you see ME with big bruises on my neck, smash the daylights out of the jerk because he’s a massive pervert.
As I put the phone back, I feel a strange presence behind me. Then I slow down my pace, looking to the ground. There’s a shadow of a man behind me… and he’s coming closer… OH DAMN, SAVE ME!
‘Give me your wallet!’
I kick the living beejeebers out of his stupid masked face, his knife flying behind him. I then run away and scream as loud as I can because OH MY FUCKING GOD I WAS ABOUT TO BE MUGGED. BUT NO, I WAS BADASS ENOUGH TO KICK THAT DOOFUS. WAIT TIL I TELL MYUNGSOO ALL ABOUT IT AND SCREAM ‘I TOLD YOU SO!’ IN HIS FACE, AS LOUD AS I CAN.
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SATURDAY
It’s Saturday afternoon and I find it particularly annoying that I’m here with idiot Woohyun, my oblivious brother, without-a-brain Howon, lovesick Dongwoo, and my maniac of a boyfriend, and not at home where I could have peace and quiet after an extremely long period of taking pictures of sluts. I know that it’s nice to be out with friends - well, supposedly - but I could be at home, having a hot shower right about now. Throw in a naked Lee Sungyeol and my day may average out to be an okay day instead of a shit one.
There’s a blush on Sunggyu’s face that I’ve been seeing a lot lately thanks to Nam fucking Woohyun. His hand is on the table and Woohyun places his hand on top. Sungyeol taps my shoulder and when I look over, he mouths the word barf and I nod, smiling bitterly at him.
‘We’ve got news,’ Sunggyu declares, silencing our whole table.
Sungyeol immediately stands up, wide eyed and looking like he was almost pissing himself. ‘YOU’RE PREGNANT!’
Sunggyu snaps in astonishment, ‘Myungsoo!’
‘I am Myungsoo,’ I deadpan, rolling my eyes. I’m always first to blame.
My brother rubs the back of his neck and chuckles apologetically, ‘I’m sorry. I still have the intuition to yell at you.’
‘You mean nag,’ I sigh, earning a glare.
Dongwoo puts the conversation back on track by saying, ‘Well, what’s the news?’
There’s a few deeps breaths and a subtle smile before Sunggyu announces, ‘I’m quitting teaching.’
And here is the awkward fork dropping. We all give him question looks because we all thought he loved teaching. Sunggyu is one of the few young (Don’t tell him I said he was young. He’d never let me live it down.) adults that enjoy the company of pestering brats that are sticky and reek of play-dough.
Sunggyu explains, ‘I want to become a rock star instead.’
And he goes my boyfriend again… ‘YOU’RE GOING TO COLLECT ROCKS FOR LIVING?!’ he screams, making everyone in the restaurant look at him like he deserved to be in a mental hospital… Actually, that could be arranged. I’ve got connections.
I say sarcastically, ‘Yes Princess Rational Ideas, my brother is going to collect rocks and become a billionaire.’
He then sneers at me and sits back down, enjoying his pizza.
Howon points to me with his fork. ‘And you’re not surprised by this announcement at all?’ he asks, eyes widened.
I shrug. I’m not exactly unsurprised, just a little fazed by his sudden turn in career. ‘Him wanting to be a rock star would explain that gothic stage he went through in middle school,’ I clarify uncaringly, eating up my pasta - Sungyeol stopped being revolting and I relearnt how to eat pasta. He still doesn’t like it but I’ve gotten him to eat lasagne before. I guess that’s as close as I’ll ever get.
I notice someone watching me eat and when I turn my head, I see Sungyeol looking at me. I can’t help but smile and he smiles back, his teeth and lips smothered in tomato sauce.
I honestly don’t think I’d ever send away the unpredictable princess, no matter how much we hate each other.
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SUNDAY
Today’s been the worst! Everyone’s been testing my anger and the director was really pushing it… I was really tempted to karate chop his ugly face, but I restrained myself and gritted my teeth. It’s also really hot today. Too hot for an outdoor shoot. Lucky Myungsoo got to stay home and hog the air conditioner - That’s another reason why I hate today. And I got yelled for sweating! What the hell would the stupid director expect? People sweat when they’re hot.
Too bad sweat doesn’t melt away waterproof makeup. Ugh, this stuff is stuck on my face. The upside is that I’m back home. The downside is that this face crap is embedded into my skin and I can’t get it off! I take the face towel and angrily scrub at my skin. Since I’ve had enough, I pull the towel off and almost shit myself when I look in the mirror. I look like a messed up Edward Scissorhands after a heavy make out session with Dolly Parton. Before I huff and try to wipe the makeup off again, I get an ingenious idea.
I run out into the living area and call out, ‘Myung!’
He leisurely steps out of his room and finds me. ‘What is it - OH FUCKING SHIT!’
I laugh and run at him. ‘Come give me a kiss!’
‘No way,’ he chuckles, preparing to run away.
We end up running everywhere, jumping onto furniture, throwing pillows at each other, until he finally trips and falls onto his back. I take the opportunity to jump on top of him, ignoring his pained noises.
‘COME HERE!’ I shout, feeling his breath on my neck as he laughs at how stupid we both are.
Then I kiss him and just enjoy the moment. It might not be the last time we have a moment like this, where we’re both acting like reckless children without responsibilities, but every moment is different. Every one of these moments is unique and so we live them out to the fullest.
Myungsoo’s lips are chapped and I must taste like chalk from the makeup and someone’s ringing the doorbell two thousand times a minute and the microwave is beeping, but I still stay with him and vice versa. In this moment, we don’t care about the rest of the world. We just care that the kissing feels goddamn good and being together feels like bliss and nothing can take that away from us.
And in the end, I don’t care how many downs there are in life, as long as Myungsoo’s downs are lower.
‘Yeol, should we get the door now?’
‘We could get the door… or I could wipe the crap off my face and take all my clothes off.’
‘I fucking love you.’
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AN\ I couldn’t help it… I just missed them. I thought about writing a cracktackular alternate ending where Sungyeol saves Myungsoo from Gyuri, who was secretly an evil witch, while riding on a rainbow unicorn born from the sky… But I think this is more meaningful ^^;
AND AFTER THIS… NOTHING MORE. NADA. I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE MORE TCSS. IT’S COMPLETELY DONE AND I’M SURE YOU GUYS ARE SICK OF IT BY NOW! I’M ONLY WRITING COLLIDE NOW.
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