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Thirty-one | Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya(Howon)/Dongwoo, L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol | Fluff > Crack | PG13 (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Typical high school fic in which Woohyun is no longer top dog, Myungsoo’s life becomes interesting, Howon finally feels something and Sungjong discovers his future.
(poster by chocolate_ai)
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The exam week was an exceptionally tiring one - even so, Sungyeol practically leaped out of the school doors once the bell had rung and he had gotten his bag. He screamed at the top of his lungs with a mighty fist-pump, ‘SCHOOL’S OUT!’
The moment the students left the door marked the start of their three weeks of freedom and so Sungyeol naturally felt like scattering his books among the dew-covered grass at the front of the school.
Woohyun and Dongwoo were right behind him. (They somehow snuck out and avoided the last few minutes of the semester.) Woohyun threw an arm around Sungyeol’s shoulders and asked, sighing in content, ‘What are you planning to do, Yeol?’
‘Everything!’ Sungyeol squealed excitedly, bouncing around everywhere.
Woohyun smiled and looked over at Dongwoo. ‘And you, Jang?’
‘Anything,’ Dongwoo laughed, hooting in excitement with the two other boys. They finally made it through a semester at East campus and survived, without any expulsions or even suspensions - Partly because Sungyeol never got caught for his ingenious pranks and Woohyun really tried his best to restrain himself from not smashing the daylights out of anyone (namely Yoon Doojoon and Bang Minsoo).
As they slowly made their way down the path, Woohyun mentioned in wonder, realising that it was nearing the end of December, ‘We need someone to throw a kickass Christmas party.’ Otherwise known as the only reason Woohyun enjoyed Christmas.
‘Maybe we should hold one,’ Dongwoo suggested, grinning.
Woohyun pointed at himself questionably. ‘My place?’
‘Too many people come to your place. Someone brought over a donkey last time,’ Sungyeol complained, pouting, ‘Let’s have a quiet one this year.’
‘Quiet place?’ Woohyun repeated in distaste, shaking his head. Sungyeol was always such a wuss. They stepped through the gates and found Myungsoo leaning against the red brick walls. Well, he wasn’t surprised Myungsoo skipped last period. He then smirked, finding just the person he needed, and called out, ‘Hey, Kim!’
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‘Hyung, please!’
Sunggyu wanted to puke. His brother’s begging face was disgusting, especially since he had to look down at him - Myungsoo was on his fucking knees. It was always Myungsoo’s dream to hold a party, so he was seemingly desperate. He was acting cute and making Sunggyu want to jab his eyes out with flaming arrows.
‘Mum will kill us if this gets out of hand!’ Sunggyu warned, heaving a big sigh afterwards.
‘It won’t,’ Myungsoo opposed, standing up straight and placing his hands on Sunggyu’s shoulders, his stare hard and his eyes unblinking.
Sunggyu shook him off immediately and glared. ‘Why wouldn’t it?’ he challenged.
‘Firstly, we’re not inviting that many people because Sungyeol doesn’t like loud places -‘
‘Completely absurd.’
‘I know, right? And secondly, you’ll be there and everyone is terrified of you.’
Sunggyu pondered on that for a moment. It was true that everyone wouldn’t want to disrupt him, especially on his own turf, but he still had a gnawing feeling that this party would get out of hand. He didn’t like cleaning up and neither did his mother. Myungsoo was going to slither his way out of it somehow too, so who the hell was going to clean up? But still, Myungsoo had a point and strangely enough, Sunggyu was in a mood for a party, since he hadn’t been to one in a while.
Crinkling his eyebrows, Myungsoo used the most fool-proof tactic he could think of. He mentally evilly laughed and held Sunggyu’s hands. Sunggyu’s eyes widened instantly, as Myungsoo intertwined their fingers. Oh the horror of holding your brother’s hands. To finish it off, Myungsoo began jumping up and down, whining hideously, ‘Please, please, please!’
Sunggyu grit his teeth and threw him off violently, grunting in irritation, ‘Only if you stop trying to act cute. It’s horrendous.’
Myungsoo did a little victory dance and then jumped onto his brother in gratitude, squeezing him around his torso. ‘I love you, hyung!’
‘Get off of me,’ Sunggyu spat, pushing him away. Before Myungsoo could run away and tell everyone in school they were having a party, Sunggyu grabbed him by the collar and ordered, ‘No alcohol, no sex, no breaking things or I’ll break you.’
The rules made Myungsoo a bit sad (alcohol made everything fun), but he was going to throw a party nonetheless. ‘Understood,’ he sighed, before trudging out of Sunggyu’s room.
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‘No alcohol, no sex, no breaking things,’ Myungsoo repeated what Sunggyu said at Woohyun’s doorstep.
Woohyun raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed, ‘What kind of party is this?’
‘One in which you’ll see Sunggyu at,’ Myungsoo teased. He then patted Woohyun’s shoulder patronizingly and sang, ‘All night. No phones this time, pretty boy.’
Woohyun brushed him away, ignoring his implications. He then crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, complaining, ‘No sex, no breaking things - I get that, but no alcohol? That kind of sucks.’ Everything was so much more fun when he had a few drinks. The music wasn’t as loud, the room became more vibrant and colourful, and everyone became a lot more flirt-worthy. (Then it was make-out-worthy and then fuck-worthy, but Woohyun swore to himself that he had changed a little.)
Myungsoo shrugged without a care in the world. If Woohyun wanted alcohol, it was his problem. Myungsoo had his sources and there was no way he was going to let Woohyun know - If Woohyun knew, Sunggyu would squeeze it out of him somehow and then Myungsoo would be dead… or wishing he was dead. Sunggyu was a scarily sadistic brother at times.
‘You talk to him. He seems to listen to you more than me because, well, I’m not exactly the easiest younger brother to have,’ he muttered, before finally letting his much-needed yawn out. Talking to people was so exhausting at times, honestly.
‘Not exactly the easiest friend to have either,’ Woohyun spat under his breath, rolling his eyes.
The comment was heard anyway and Myungsoo didn’t even feel slightly offended. ‘You love me, don’t deny it,’ he chuckled. He then stretched his arms and mentioned, ‘Anyway, Sungyeol is home alone and I’m going to take advantage of this opportunity.’
‘You disgust me, but I’ll give you a ride anyway.’ Woohyun shook his head and went back inside the house to fetch his keys.
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‘We’re throwing a party. You’re coming, right?’ Dongwoo chirped excitedly, his arm wrapped around Howon’s.
They were roaming the street-light lit neighbourhood, indulging themselves in the lack of chatter that was there when the sun was out - Besides the fact that it was Friday night and the transgender prostitutes and gang members were starting to come out.
‘When?’ Howon asked, patting Dongwoo’s hair affectionately, since it was blown into a mess by the cold wind.
‘Christmas eve,’ Dongwoo hummed. He clung onto his boyfriend’s arm tighter and gazed up at him with big, round eyes. With a slight pout, he mumbled dejectedly, ‘Are you busy that day?’
Howon immediately shook his head, his eyes widening at Dongwoo’s suddenly sombre change in mood. ‘No, of course not,’ he assured hurriedly, making Dongwoo’s smile return as they began walking down the path again.
‘You’re too good to me, Howon,’ Dongwoo laughed in amusement, resting his head on Howon’s shoulder.
They began walking past a few little shops and cafes. Dongwoo pointed out Woohyun’s favourite one and laughed about the one time Woohyun accidentally broke one of the glass tables - when he obviously didn’t know how to control his hidden strength. Like always, Woohyun somehow charmed his way out of paying for the damage and it was to his advantage that the boss was female. It wasn’t like Woohyun couldn’t pay for it, with his massive allowance and all, but it was a hassle to transfer money out of his account.
Howon laughed at Dongwoo’s tale and then looked ahead, his smile disappearing.
As he saw a familiar face, he stopped. There was a group of middle aged men smoking in front of a dark, seemingly uninhabited complex just ahead of them. When the man he was staring at glanced towards him, he looked away and feigned disinterest. Dongwoo looked at Howon with a furrowed brow and questioned, ‘Who are they? Do you know them?’
‘No, not personally,’ Howon answered. They slowly walked past the men Dongwoo had a hunch Howon knew, holding onto the younger’s arm even tighter. As they made their way to the next junction, standing on the curb and waiting for the cars to pass, Howon stated monotonously, ‘We should go. It’s getting cold and dark outside.’
‘It’s barely past nine,’ Dongwoo chuckled, after taking a peek at the screen of his phone.
Howon opened his mouth to say something about getting sick or catching a cold, but Dongwoo’s innocent eyes staring up at him caught him off guard. With a clearing of his throat, Howon sighed in defeat, ‘I’ll stay with you for an hour or two at your house.’
Dongwoo laughed manically and began dragging Howon in the direction of his house, ignoring the fact that it was a busy road and they were brushing their way past honking cars.
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That night, Sunggyu fell asleep at his desk. He was surfing the internet, finding nothing that held his attention for more than a minute. For some reason he was mildly exhausted, even though he had done nothing that day. He’d even finished all his exams and was free to do absolutely nothing for the whole portion of school hours, but he used most of that time to discuss with the teachers and author student authority figures about the events that were coming once school was back up again. They decided that the posters for the talent show were going to be put up the first day back. Sunggyu was planning on getting Bang Minsoo to do it for him. He would’ve been happy to help Sunggyu after all.
He was woken by the doorbell, although he was up in his room. This was one of the cons of having perfect hearing. Strangely, listening to loud music for hours on end hadn’t altered his hearing at all. And Sunggyu listened to rock - it was soft rock, but it was rock nonetheless.
Forgetting about his messed-up hair and sleepy eyes, Sunggyu opened the door.
Woohyun was staring right at him, his arms crossed loosely around his chest, as he said bluntly, ‘We need alcohol.’
Sunggyu rolled his eyes and huffed, ‘Woohyun -‘
‘Most of us there will be eighteen and over. Only Sungjong will a minor, but I doubt he’s even coming anyway,’ Woohyun reasoned. Sungjong had been out of it since exams started. They barely heard from him and the only time Sunggyu had seen him was when he went to the library, seeing Sungjong at the corner sleeping behind an encyclopaedia.
‘Come on, you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to,’ Woohyun sighed, thinking logically.
Sunggyu laughed a little at this, scratching his head. ‘If there’s alcohol there, I have to drink,’ he stated. Sunggyu definitely wasn’t as kept as most people gave him credit for.
Woohyun scrunched his nose. ‘What?’ he spat.
‘Woohyun, it’s not like I’ve never had a drink before…’ Sunggyu bit his lip and let the awkwardness sink in. Woohyun was looking at him with a blank expression, his mouth slightly agape. If Sunggyu had any energy left, he would’ve punched Woohyun in the face. He didn’t have a reason. He just thought Woohyun looked/was stupid and it felt kind of right to do. Plus, he hadn’t been working out his fists those days. He was too busy with Myungsoo and exams and other responsibilities - therefore 2013 was going to be year of the fucking bruise and Sunggyu was going to make sure it was.
‘You are one badass student body president,’ Woohyun commented after some time, not even a hint of amusement in his voice. He was literally baffled whilst trying to picture Sunggyu with a beer in his hand.
Like it was the most obvious thing in the world (actually, it was pretty damn close), Sunggyu scoffed, ‘No shit, Sherlock.’
‘Well, I’ll supply. I won’t buy anything too hard,’ Woohyun sighed, feeling uplifted. ‘Are you cool with that?’
Sunggyu pursed his lips, glaring at the younger boy. He was contemplating on this party, until he decided he should just let the risk slide. Through gritted teeth, he forced out, ‘Fine, but I am not responsible if someone regurgitates on the rug. You will be cleaning it up.’
‘Deal,’ Woohyun exhaled in content.
Let the drunken grinding against each other and making-out begin.
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As they approached the Jang residence, Dongwoo took a step back and widened his eyes. ‘Uh-oh,’ he said, ‘My parents are home.’
Dongwoo looked reluctant to enter the house, but when Howon looked at him in confusion, his shoulders slumped and he inserted in key to the house, letting himself and Howon in. Before Dongwoo could whisper to his boyfriend to quickly run up the stairs so they wouldn’t get noticed, Dongwoo heard his name in his dad’s voice.
‘Dongwoo -‘ Mr Jang walked to the front door, remote in hand, as he inspected a nervous Howon up and down, questioning, ‘Who’s this?’
Giving up on hiding his boyfriend, Dongwoo introduced meekly, ‘This is Howon. He’s -‘
‘The gay boy you’ve been chasing after all this time? Yeah, I could tell,’ Dongwoo’s dad interrupted, a smile spreading across his face.
Howon blinked at him, still not saying a word.
‘I wasn’t chasing after him!’ Dongwoo opposed.
‘No, you were throwing yourself at him. I apologise for my wrong choice of words,’ Mr Jang said. He then held his hand out to Howon and said, ‘Hi, nice to meet you.’
After a polite bow, Howon gave his father a strong handshake - Howon knew handshakes were important, especially to fathers. ‘Nice to meet you too,’ he stated, making sure he was speaking clearly. Mumbling wasn’t seen as a good trait either and it was universally seen as something parents disliked.
‘What’s your name?’ Dongwoo’s dad asked, his voice rather fast. Dongwoo had mentioned that his father always spoke very fast and therefore you had to think very fast so he wouldn’t jump to crazy assumptions - like how he thought Dongwoo had gotten into a fight with some drug dealers when his son came home with a scratch on his face. It was completely absurd because Dongwoo couldn’t handle a crack in the footpath let alone a gang of druggies. Nonetheless, he was grounded until his mother bailed him out and explained the situation to his father, who casually laughed it off.
‘Howon, sir.’
Mr Jang then threw his arm around Howon’s shoulders and mentioned fondly, ‘Don’t call me sir, just call me dad.’
Dongwoo whined in second-hand embarrassment, ‘Dad!’
‘Yes, exactly - Dad,’ his father confirmed with a hum, although that was not what Dongwoo was implying, obviously.
Dongwoo grinded his teeth together and grabbed Howon’s arm, tugging him away from his dad’s hold. ‘We were actually going to watch movies in my room, so…’ he remarked, starting to drag Howon in the direction of the stairs.
Of course Mr Jang wouldn’t let them go that easily and grabbed Howon’s other arm. ‘Why can’t you watch them here with me? Look at how big our TV is, not that I’m bragging or anything, Howon,’ he suggested giddily, lopsided grin on his face.
Before Howon could decline and say that he had planned to hang out with Dongwoo, Dongwoo gave his father a warning glare and hissed, ‘I don’t think you would like the movies we’re going to watch, dad.’
His father finally let go of Howon and nodded in understanding. ‘Gay porno? Alright, go ahead. Into your little gay love dungeon you go. Have fun,’ he muttered, pushing the two boys out of the living area.
Dongwoo wanted to scream out all of his frustrations, but his mother’s voice interrupted him.
‘Who’s this?’ Mrs Jang asked, looking at Howon pointedly with a laundry basket under her arm.
Dongwoo felt like collapsing onto the carpet and rolling around, wailing about his sad life. ‘Oh no,’ he exclaimed in terror under his breath. Howon crooked an eyebrow at him before looking back at his mother - He noticed the resemblance right away.
‘Is this the boyfriend you’ve been hiding all this time, Dongwoo? I’m disappointed you haven’t introduced us yet. He’s handsome,’ she complimented, looking at her son’s boyfriend approvingly.
Dongwoo blurted out in a hurry, already pulling Howon upstairs, ‘Mum, this is Howon. Howon, this is my mother. Are we done here?’
‘Would you like something to eat, Howon?’ she asked, already starting to fawn over him - not that he had spoken a word to her yet.
‘No, I’m fine, ma’am,’ Howon declined, since he could tell Dongwoo didn’t want him to interact with his parents anymore.
She called out, just before Dongwoo’s bedroom door slammed shut behind the two boys, ‘Well, I’ll be downstairs if you need anything!’
‘I’m really sorry about them,’ Dongwoo apologised, leaning against his door as he locked it.
Howon sat on Dongwoo’s bed and smiled. ‘Don’t be. They were just being polite.’
‘My dad was being… my dad. Ugh.’ Dongwoo then found Howon’s lap and wrapped his arms around Howon’s neck.
Howon automatically wrapped his arms around Dongwoo’s waist and rested the side of his face on Dongwoo’s shoulder. ‘I see where you get your optimism from. Fathers don’t usually approve of their son’s homosexuality with such humour,’ he mentioned in amusement. Dongwoo got his looks from his mother and his personality from his father, Howon concluded.
‘I really wished he kicked me out when I told them. This is so much worse,’ Dongwoo emphasised.
They spent another half-hour making-out - Well, it was more like Dongwoo teaching Howon how to make out. A lot of the time, Howon was unsure of what to do and Dongwoo telling him to do what he would “naturally” do wasn’t of much assistance. Dongwoo didn’t really mind guiding Howon’s hands in the right direction or urging his tongue to slide against his. It was rather fun and pleasant, actually. Howon cared for him and refused to hurt him or even risk hurting him, and it was adorable.
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‘I don’t know anything about you.’
Myungsoo was lying on Sungyeol’s squishy bed, his eyelids half-closed. After Woohyun dropped him off at Sungyeol’s house and Myungsoo rushed upstairs, Sungyeol refused him sex and so Myungsoo was left lying unsatisfied on the bed. Sungyeol somehow ended up sitting on the floor with his back against the edge of the bed, a pillow between his legs, as Myungsoo played with his hair. It had become Myungsoo’s habit, since Sungyeol’s hair was soft and felt like bliss against his fingers.
‘So?’ Myungsoo yawned, beginning to feel sleepy.
Sungyeol mumbled, ‘Are you sure we’re in a relationship?’ It was a serious question, but he sounded quite bored and uninterested. In all honesty, he was kind of sceptical about their Facebook relationship status. In a relationship usually meant you had to be in a relationship, and to be in a relationship involved actually knowing stuff about each other.
Myungsoo said indifferently, ‘Yeah.’
‘Why do you sound so unsure?!’ Sungyeol snapped, standing up so he could glare down at his boyfriend.
Myungsoo argued, ‘I’m not unsure. I’m just tired because you’re tiring me. I want to sleep.’
‘You wanted to have sex five minutes ago,’ Sungyeol complained, giving Myungsoo the are you fucking serious look.
After resting his head in his hand and yawning once again, Myungsoo stated simply, ‘You said no, so the only other option I like is sleep.’
‘Can we talk instead?’ Sungyeol proposed, clenching his pillow. He was tempted to throw it at Myungsoo’s annoying face.
There was a shrug before Myungsoo rolled around to face the wall. Apparently, Sungyeol’s bed was irresistibly comfortable and it didn’t help that it smelt amazing like Sungyeol did. ‘I sleep-talk, just give me ten minutes to get started,’ he muttered uncaringly.
Sungyeol really did throw the pillow at him this time. ‘I hate you. I want to break up,’ he stated bluntly.
Myungsoo snorted, ‘Are you serious?’
To show he wasn’t joking, Sungyeol held open the bedroom door and growled, ‘Get out.’
Myungsoo looked at him in half confusion, half amusement and clumsily got to his feet. Sungyeol was glaring at him and so he glared at him back as he past. ‘Fine then,’ he hissed, hearing the door shut behind him.
As he walked out of the front door of the house, Myungsoo blinked to himself in puzzlement. Did they seriously just break up? Something didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel serious. How on Earth was he meant to know?! Myungsoo had never been in a relationship before. He didn’t know what a break-up or a couple’s spat felt like, so he had no idea what situation they were now in.
Oh well.
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Eventually, Howon got the hang of it and Dongwoo was a proud teacher.
They continued lips-on-lips, tongue-on-tongue, until Dongwoo’s hand slid down Howon’s back from where it had been tangled in his hair. It moved to the waistband of Howon’s pants, his fingertips rimming the edge of it so his knuckles dragged against the slither of skin that was exposed by his shirt. The action made Howon pull away abruptly and Dongwoo almost giggled at the blush on Howon’s cheeks. Carefully, Howon lifted Dongwoo out of his lap and onto the bed, so he could stand up and stumble towards the door awkwardly. It seemed like passionate kissing made Howon lose a few thousand brain cells.
‘I - I should go,’ he stuttered, grabbing the doorknob.
Dongwoo immediately whined and tugged at his sleeve. ‘Five minutes,’ he said, making Howon sit back down beside him. Dongwoo was giggling, tumbling into Howon’s side. Howon sat still, observing Dongwoo from his close proximity. The older then threw Howon’s arm around himself, burying his face into Howon’s side. He began talking nonsense and useless facts while Howon sat there, still in a daze.
After a few minutes, silence fell between them and Dongwoo let out a sigh.
‘Howon,’ he said quietly, ‘I love you.’
Howon smiled, his fingers tangling in Dongwoo’s hair. ‘I love you too.’
Five minutes was up, but Dongwoo mentioned it before Howon did. ‘I’ll show you out,’ he insisted, although he sounded rather grumpy about it. He really wished Howon would stop this sleep-before-twelve, wake up-at-six routine. It was driving him nuts.
Once they were out of his room and downstairs, Dongwoo’s dad (to Dongwoo’s dismay) came over with his eyes glued to the car magazine in his hands. Dongwoo did mention before that his dad was a mechanic. That fact just confused Howon about Dongwoo’s driving techniques even more.
‘That was awfully quick, Howon,’ he mentioned leisurely.
Howon wanted to ask what was the quick happening that he was implying, but he held his tongue. Dongwoo immediately exclaimed in horror, ‘Dad!’
His father then looked him up and down and snorted. ‘What? I doubt you’re the man in your relationship. No offence son, but you’re kinda a pussy.’
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After Woohyun left, Myungsoo came home. He looked like he was daydreaming or pondering deeply as he walked. When he slumped onto the couch next to Sunggyu, the older brother noticed the raised eyebrow and gave the same puzzled look back at him.
‘Why are you so confused?’ Sunggyu asked in curiosity. Usually his brother looked a lot more tired/triumphant after having sex, so he was innocently curious as to what the look meant.
Myungsoo rubbed the back of his neck as he mumbled unsurely, ‘I think Sungyeol and me just broke up.’
‘Sungyeol and I,’ Sunggyu corrected sternly.
Myungsoo rolled his eyes. He was in no state for a lecture - His mind was too muddled to absorb anymore useless information Sunggyu had to throw at him.
‘What on earth do you mean?’ the older asked when he didn’t get an answer.
Let’s break up. It was weird that Sungyeol said it so ordinarily. There weren’t any tears streaming down his face and he didn’t even raise his voice. He didn’t slap Myungsoo across the face whilst they stood in the rain, getting drenched as he screamed that he didn’t want to see Myungsoo ever again. Okay, it was possible Myungsoo was watching too many dramas, but still - something didn’t seem to add up.
‘I don’t know if he meant it or not.’
Sunggyu shook his head and stood up, book in hand as he began walking to his room. ‘You two are lunatics,’ he muttered.
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From: Fuck Yongguk
Are you free now? Meet me in front of east campus?
It was late at night and it was freezing outside, but Sungjong went anyway. His parents actually let him out, since exams were over. After arriving, he found Yongguk near the bus stop closest to the front gates, sitting on the bench with flowers in his hands and a hood over his head.
When Yongguk caught eye with Sungjong, he immediately stood up and hung his head low as Sungjong approached slowly.
He began by apologising first, ‘Sungjong, I’m so sorry. I don’t want us to end. I just missed you so much and -‘
‘Yongguk, I can’t do this,’ Sungjong interrupted, squeezing his eyelids shut. It was hard to cut it off completely and he wished Yongguk could’ve just saw that. He didn’t want to give them another chance because Sungjong knew he would screw it up all over again. He didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Yongguk looked at him in surprise, his eyes widening. Sungjong sniffed from the cold and kicked some dew off the grass as he sighed, ‘Maybe someday when I’m not being drilled for being such a bad son, this could work out.’
Yongguk nodded in understanding until Sungjong added quietly, ‘But I doubt you’d wait for me for so long.’
‘You’re right,’ the older laughed bitterly, trying to lighten up the mood, although he knew what he said was a lie. He’d wait for him. He was sure he was able to. ‘I don’t think you’d wait for me either.’
The corner of Sungjong’s lip quirked. ‘It was fun, I guess,’ he muttered, tempted to grab the flowers that Yongguk had yet to offer him. It was winter and so flowers became scarce around parks and such. These ones were really beautiful too.
‘So are we friends?’ Yongguk asked hopefully, wrinkling his brow.
‘No,’ Sungjong replied quickly, shaking his head, ‘Let’s pretend we don’t know each other anymore.’
Yongguk’s shoulders slumped, his hand now hanging from his side and dangling the delicate flowers, a few petals floating to the ground. ‘Why?’
‘The more I look at you, the more I hate myself.’ Sungjong tried not to cry. He reminded himself that this was probably the best for the both of them - This way Yongguk wouldn’t get hurt and Sungjong wouldn’t inflict hurt anymore. After licking his dry lips, Sungjong questioned, and Yongguk could hear the helplessness that was hidden behind his trembling voice, ‘Please, can we just cut off contact?’
Yongguk felt it was hard to look at him anymore and found the concrete more comfortable to stare at. ‘If that’s what you want,’ he said quietly.
‘Thank you.’
‘Good luck.’
‘You too.’
-
From: Kim
-o- Sungyeol just texted me saying that I’m a butthead. Is this really a breakup?
To: Kim
No
From: Kim
Really? ._. Are you sure?
To: Kim
No I mean I don’t want to talk to you I’m watching porn go away
From: Kim
Link me I’m bored and I didn’t have sex today
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AN\ WHO LOVES FILLER CHAPTERS? HOORAAAYYYY! I promise the next chapter will have a little more OOMF ;D I smell Woogyu~
Oh and I found the picture of Sunggyu and Taecyeon… Guess what I’m tempted to do. ;)
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Thirty-one | Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya(Howon)/Dongwoo, L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol | Fluff > Crack | PG13 (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Typical high school fic in which Woohyun is no longer top dog, Myungsoo’s life becomes interesting, Howon finally feels something and Sungjong discovers his future.
(poster by chocolate_ai)
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The exam week was an exceptionally tiring one - even so, Sungyeol practically leaped out of the school doors once the bell had rung and he had gotten his bag. He screamed at the top of his lungs with a mighty fist-pump, ‘SCHOOL’S OUT!’
The moment the students left the door marked the start of their three weeks of freedom and so Sungyeol naturally felt like scattering his books among the dew-covered grass at the front of the school.
Woohyun and Dongwoo were right behind him. (They somehow snuck out and avoided the last few minutes of the semester.) Woohyun threw an arm around Sungyeol’s shoulders and asked, sighing in content, ‘What are you planning to do, Yeol?’
‘Everything!’ Sungyeol squealed excitedly, bouncing around everywhere.
Woohyun smiled and looked over at Dongwoo. ‘And you, Jang?’
‘Anything,’ Dongwoo laughed, hooting in excitement with the two other boys. They finally made it through a semester at East campus and survived, without any expulsions or even suspensions - Partly because Sungyeol never got caught for his ingenious pranks and Woohyun really tried his best to restrain himself from not smashing the daylights out of anyone (namely Yoon Doojoon and Bang Minsoo).
As they slowly made their way down the path, Woohyun mentioned in wonder, realising that it was nearing the end of December, ‘We need someone to throw a kickass Christmas party.’ Otherwise known as the only reason Woohyun enjoyed Christmas.
‘Maybe we should hold one,’ Dongwoo suggested, grinning.
Woohyun pointed at himself questionably. ‘My place?’
‘Too many people come to your place. Someone brought over a donkey last time,’ Sungyeol complained, pouting, ‘Let’s have a quiet one this year.’
‘Quiet place?’ Woohyun repeated in distaste, shaking his head. Sungyeol was always such a wuss. They stepped through the gates and found Myungsoo leaning against the red brick walls. Well, he wasn’t surprised Myungsoo skipped last period. He then smirked, finding just the person he needed, and called out, ‘Hey, Kim!’
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‘Hyung, please!’
Sunggyu wanted to puke. His brother’s begging face was disgusting, especially since he had to look down at him - Myungsoo was on his fucking knees. It was always Myungsoo’s dream to hold a party, so he was seemingly desperate. He was acting cute and making Sunggyu want to jab his eyes out with flaming arrows.
‘Mum will kill us if this gets out of hand!’ Sunggyu warned, heaving a big sigh afterwards.
‘It won’t,’ Myungsoo opposed, standing up straight and placing his hands on Sunggyu’s shoulders, his stare hard and his eyes unblinking.
Sunggyu shook him off immediately and glared. ‘Why wouldn’t it?’ he challenged.
‘Firstly, we’re not inviting that many people because Sungyeol doesn’t like loud places -‘
‘Completely absurd.’
‘I know, right? And secondly, you’ll be there and everyone is terrified of you.’
Sunggyu pondered on that for a moment. It was true that everyone wouldn’t want to disrupt him, especially on his own turf, but he still had a gnawing feeling that this party would get out of hand. He didn’t like cleaning up and neither did his mother. Myungsoo was going to slither his way out of it somehow too, so who the hell was going to clean up? But still, Myungsoo had a point and strangely enough, Sunggyu was in a mood for a party, since he hadn’t been to one in a while.
Crinkling his eyebrows, Myungsoo used the most fool-proof tactic he could think of. He mentally evilly laughed and held Sunggyu’s hands. Sunggyu’s eyes widened instantly, as Myungsoo intertwined their fingers. Oh the horror of holding your brother’s hands. To finish it off, Myungsoo began jumping up and down, whining hideously, ‘Please, please, please!’
Sunggyu grit his teeth and threw him off violently, grunting in irritation, ‘Only if you stop trying to act cute. It’s horrendous.’
Myungsoo did a little victory dance and then jumped onto his brother in gratitude, squeezing him around his torso. ‘I love you, hyung!’
‘Get off of me,’ Sunggyu spat, pushing him away. Before Myungsoo could run away and tell everyone in school they were having a party, Sunggyu grabbed him by the collar and ordered, ‘No alcohol, no sex, no breaking things or I’ll break you.’
The rules made Myungsoo a bit sad (alcohol made everything fun), but he was going to throw a party nonetheless. ‘Understood,’ he sighed, before trudging out of Sunggyu’s room.
-
‘No alcohol, no sex, no breaking things,’ Myungsoo repeated what Sunggyu said at Woohyun’s doorstep.
Woohyun raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed, ‘What kind of party is this?’
‘One in which you’ll see Sunggyu at,’ Myungsoo teased. He then patted Woohyun’s shoulder patronizingly and sang, ‘All night. No phones this time, pretty boy.’
Woohyun brushed him away, ignoring his implications. He then crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, complaining, ‘No sex, no breaking things - I get that, but no alcohol? That kind of sucks.’ Everything was so much more fun when he had a few drinks. The music wasn’t as loud, the room became more vibrant and colourful, and everyone became a lot more flirt-worthy. (Then it was make-out-worthy and then fuck-worthy, but Woohyun swore to himself that he had changed a little.)
Myungsoo shrugged without a care in the world. If Woohyun wanted alcohol, it was his problem. Myungsoo had his sources and there was no way he was going to let Woohyun know - If Woohyun knew, Sunggyu would squeeze it out of him somehow and then Myungsoo would be dead… or wishing he was dead. Sunggyu was a scarily sadistic brother at times.
‘You talk to him. He seems to listen to you more than me because, well, I’m not exactly the easiest younger brother to have,’ he muttered, before finally letting his much-needed yawn out. Talking to people was so exhausting at times, honestly.
‘Not exactly the easiest friend to have either,’ Woohyun spat under his breath, rolling his eyes.
The comment was heard anyway and Myungsoo didn’t even feel slightly offended. ‘You love me, don’t deny it,’ he chuckled. He then stretched his arms and mentioned, ‘Anyway, Sungyeol is home alone and I’m going to take advantage of this opportunity.’
‘You disgust me, but I’ll give you a ride anyway.’ Woohyun shook his head and went back inside the house to fetch his keys.
-
‘We’re throwing a party. You’re coming, right?’ Dongwoo chirped excitedly, his arm wrapped around Howon’s.
They were roaming the street-light lit neighbourhood, indulging themselves in the lack of chatter that was there when the sun was out - Besides the fact that it was Friday night and the transgender prostitutes and gang members were starting to come out.
‘When?’ Howon asked, patting Dongwoo’s hair affectionately, since it was blown into a mess by the cold wind.
‘Christmas eve,’ Dongwoo hummed. He clung onto his boyfriend’s arm tighter and gazed up at him with big, round eyes. With a slight pout, he mumbled dejectedly, ‘Are you busy that day?’
Howon immediately shook his head, his eyes widening at Dongwoo’s suddenly sombre change in mood. ‘No, of course not,’ he assured hurriedly, making Dongwoo’s smile return as they began walking down the path again.
‘You’re too good to me, Howon,’ Dongwoo laughed in amusement, resting his head on Howon’s shoulder.
They began walking past a few little shops and cafes. Dongwoo pointed out Woohyun’s favourite one and laughed about the one time Woohyun accidentally broke one of the glass tables - when he obviously didn’t know how to control his hidden strength. Like always, Woohyun somehow charmed his way out of paying for the damage and it was to his advantage that the boss was female. It wasn’t like Woohyun couldn’t pay for it, with his massive allowance and all, but it was a hassle to transfer money out of his account.
Howon laughed at Dongwoo’s tale and then looked ahead, his smile disappearing.
As he saw a familiar face, he stopped. There was a group of middle aged men smoking in front of a dark, seemingly uninhabited complex just ahead of them. When the man he was staring at glanced towards him, he looked away and feigned disinterest. Dongwoo looked at Howon with a furrowed brow and questioned, ‘Who are they? Do you know them?’
‘No, not personally,’ Howon answered. They slowly walked past the men Dongwoo had a hunch Howon knew, holding onto the younger’s arm even tighter. As they made their way to the next junction, standing on the curb and waiting for the cars to pass, Howon stated monotonously, ‘We should go. It’s getting cold and dark outside.’
‘It’s barely past nine,’ Dongwoo chuckled, after taking a peek at the screen of his phone.
Howon opened his mouth to say something about getting sick or catching a cold, but Dongwoo’s innocent eyes staring up at him caught him off guard. With a clearing of his throat, Howon sighed in defeat, ‘I’ll stay with you for an hour or two at your house.’
Dongwoo laughed manically and began dragging Howon in the direction of his house, ignoring the fact that it was a busy road and they were brushing their way past honking cars.
-
That night, Sunggyu fell asleep at his desk. He was surfing the internet, finding nothing that held his attention for more than a minute. For some reason he was mildly exhausted, even though he had done nothing that day. He’d even finished all his exams and was free to do absolutely nothing for the whole portion of school hours, but he used most of that time to discuss with the teachers and author student authority figures about the events that were coming once school was back up again. They decided that the posters for the talent show were going to be put up the first day back. Sunggyu was planning on getting Bang Minsoo to do it for him. He would’ve been happy to help Sunggyu after all.
He was woken by the doorbell, although he was up in his room. This was one of the cons of having perfect hearing. Strangely, listening to loud music for hours on end hadn’t altered his hearing at all. And Sunggyu listened to rock - it was soft rock, but it was rock nonetheless.
Forgetting about his messed-up hair and sleepy eyes, Sunggyu opened the door.
Woohyun was staring right at him, his arms crossed loosely around his chest, as he said bluntly, ‘We need alcohol.’
Sunggyu rolled his eyes and huffed, ‘Woohyun -‘
‘Most of us there will be eighteen and over. Only Sungjong will a minor, but I doubt he’s even coming anyway,’ Woohyun reasoned. Sungjong had been out of it since exams started. They barely heard from him and the only time Sunggyu had seen him was when he went to the library, seeing Sungjong at the corner sleeping behind an encyclopaedia.
‘Come on, you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to,’ Woohyun sighed, thinking logically.
Sunggyu laughed a little at this, scratching his head. ‘If there’s alcohol there, I have to drink,’ he stated. Sunggyu definitely wasn’t as kept as most people gave him credit for.
Woohyun scrunched his nose. ‘What?’ he spat.
‘Woohyun, it’s not like I’ve never had a drink before…’ Sunggyu bit his lip and let the awkwardness sink in. Woohyun was looking at him with a blank expression, his mouth slightly agape. If Sunggyu had any energy left, he would’ve punched Woohyun in the face. He didn’t have a reason. He just thought Woohyun looked/was stupid and it felt kind of right to do. Plus, he hadn’t been working out his fists those days. He was too busy with Myungsoo and exams and other responsibilities - therefore 2013 was going to be year of the fucking bruise and Sunggyu was going to make sure it was.
‘You are one badass student body president,’ Woohyun commented after some time, not even a hint of amusement in his voice. He was literally baffled whilst trying to picture Sunggyu with a beer in his hand.
Like it was the most obvious thing in the world (actually, it was pretty damn close), Sunggyu scoffed, ‘No shit, Sherlock.’
‘Well, I’ll supply. I won’t buy anything too hard,’ Woohyun sighed, feeling uplifted. ‘Are you cool with that?’
Sunggyu pursed his lips, glaring at the younger boy. He was contemplating on this party, until he decided he should just let the risk slide. Through gritted teeth, he forced out, ‘Fine, but I am not responsible if someone regurgitates on the rug. You will be cleaning it up.’
‘Deal,’ Woohyun exhaled in content.
Let the drunken grinding against each other and making-out begin.
-
As they approached the Jang residence, Dongwoo took a step back and widened his eyes. ‘Uh-oh,’ he said, ‘My parents are home.’
Dongwoo looked reluctant to enter the house, but when Howon looked at him in confusion, his shoulders slumped and he inserted in key to the house, letting himself and Howon in. Before Dongwoo could whisper to his boyfriend to quickly run up the stairs so they wouldn’t get noticed, Dongwoo heard his name in his dad’s voice.
‘Dongwoo -‘ Mr Jang walked to the front door, remote in hand, as he inspected a nervous Howon up and down, questioning, ‘Who’s this?’
Giving up on hiding his boyfriend, Dongwoo introduced meekly, ‘This is Howon. He’s -‘
‘The gay boy you’ve been chasing after all this time? Yeah, I could tell,’ Dongwoo’s dad interrupted, a smile spreading across his face.
Howon blinked at him, still not saying a word.
‘I wasn’t chasing after him!’ Dongwoo opposed.
‘No, you were throwing yourself at him. I apologise for my wrong choice of words,’ Mr Jang said. He then held his hand out to Howon and said, ‘Hi, nice to meet you.’
After a polite bow, Howon gave his father a strong handshake - Howon knew handshakes were important, especially to fathers. ‘Nice to meet you too,’ he stated, making sure he was speaking clearly. Mumbling wasn’t seen as a good trait either and it was universally seen as something parents disliked.
‘What’s your name?’ Dongwoo’s dad asked, his voice rather fast. Dongwoo had mentioned that his father always spoke very fast and therefore you had to think very fast so he wouldn’t jump to crazy assumptions - like how he thought Dongwoo had gotten into a fight with some drug dealers when his son came home with a scratch on his face. It was completely absurd because Dongwoo couldn’t handle a crack in the footpath let alone a gang of druggies. Nonetheless, he was grounded until his mother bailed him out and explained the situation to his father, who casually laughed it off.
‘Howon, sir.’
Mr Jang then threw his arm around Howon’s shoulders and mentioned fondly, ‘Don’t call me sir, just call me dad.’
Dongwoo whined in second-hand embarrassment, ‘Dad!’
‘Yes, exactly - Dad,’ his father confirmed with a hum, although that was not what Dongwoo was implying, obviously.
Dongwoo grinded his teeth together and grabbed Howon’s arm, tugging him away from his dad’s hold. ‘We were actually going to watch movies in my room, so…’ he remarked, starting to drag Howon in the direction of the stairs.
Of course Mr Jang wouldn’t let them go that easily and grabbed Howon’s other arm. ‘Why can’t you watch them here with me? Look at how big our TV is, not that I’m bragging or anything, Howon,’ he suggested giddily, lopsided grin on his face.
Before Howon could decline and say that he had planned to hang out with Dongwoo, Dongwoo gave his father a warning glare and hissed, ‘I don’t think you would like the movies we’re going to watch, dad.’
His father finally let go of Howon and nodded in understanding. ‘Gay porno? Alright, go ahead. Into your little gay love dungeon you go. Have fun,’ he muttered, pushing the two boys out of the living area.
Dongwoo wanted to scream out all of his frustrations, but his mother’s voice interrupted him.
‘Who’s this?’ Mrs Jang asked, looking at Howon pointedly with a laundry basket under her arm.
Dongwoo felt like collapsing onto the carpet and rolling around, wailing about his sad life. ‘Oh no,’ he exclaimed in terror under his breath. Howon crooked an eyebrow at him before looking back at his mother - He noticed the resemblance right away.
‘Is this the boyfriend you’ve been hiding all this time, Dongwoo? I’m disappointed you haven’t introduced us yet. He’s handsome,’ she complimented, looking at her son’s boyfriend approvingly.
Dongwoo blurted out in a hurry, already pulling Howon upstairs, ‘Mum, this is Howon. Howon, this is my mother. Are we done here?’
‘Would you like something to eat, Howon?’ she asked, already starting to fawn over him - not that he had spoken a word to her yet.
‘No, I’m fine, ma’am,’ Howon declined, since he could tell Dongwoo didn’t want him to interact with his parents anymore.
She called out, just before Dongwoo’s bedroom door slammed shut behind the two boys, ‘Well, I’ll be downstairs if you need anything!’
‘I’m really sorry about them,’ Dongwoo apologised, leaning against his door as he locked it.
Howon sat on Dongwoo’s bed and smiled. ‘Don’t be. They were just being polite.’
‘My dad was being… my dad. Ugh.’ Dongwoo then found Howon’s lap and wrapped his arms around Howon’s neck.
Howon automatically wrapped his arms around Dongwoo’s waist and rested the side of his face on Dongwoo’s shoulder. ‘I see where you get your optimism from. Fathers don’t usually approve of their son’s homosexuality with such humour,’ he mentioned in amusement. Dongwoo got his looks from his mother and his personality from his father, Howon concluded.
‘I really wished he kicked me out when I told them. This is so much worse,’ Dongwoo emphasised.
They spent another half-hour making-out - Well, it was more like Dongwoo teaching Howon how to make out. A lot of the time, Howon was unsure of what to do and Dongwoo telling him to do what he would “naturally” do wasn’t of much assistance. Dongwoo didn’t really mind guiding Howon’s hands in the right direction or urging his tongue to slide against his. It was rather fun and pleasant, actually. Howon cared for him and refused to hurt him or even risk hurting him, and it was adorable.
-
‘I don’t know anything about you.’
Myungsoo was lying on Sungyeol’s squishy bed, his eyelids half-closed. After Woohyun dropped him off at Sungyeol’s house and Myungsoo rushed upstairs, Sungyeol refused him sex and so Myungsoo was left lying unsatisfied on the bed. Sungyeol somehow ended up sitting on the floor with his back against the edge of the bed, a pillow between his legs, as Myungsoo played with his hair. It had become Myungsoo’s habit, since Sungyeol’s hair was soft and felt like bliss against his fingers.
‘So?’ Myungsoo yawned, beginning to feel sleepy.
Sungyeol mumbled, ‘Are you sure we’re in a relationship?’ It was a serious question, but he sounded quite bored and uninterested. In all honesty, he was kind of sceptical about their Facebook relationship status. In a relationship usually meant you had to be in a relationship, and to be in a relationship involved actually knowing stuff about each other.
Myungsoo said indifferently, ‘Yeah.’
‘Why do you sound so unsure?!’ Sungyeol snapped, standing up so he could glare down at his boyfriend.
Myungsoo argued, ‘I’m not unsure. I’m just tired because you’re tiring me. I want to sleep.’
‘You wanted to have sex five minutes ago,’ Sungyeol complained, giving Myungsoo the are you fucking serious look.
After resting his head in his hand and yawning once again, Myungsoo stated simply, ‘You said no, so the only other option I like is sleep.’
‘Can we talk instead?’ Sungyeol proposed, clenching his pillow. He was tempted to throw it at Myungsoo’s annoying face.
There was a shrug before Myungsoo rolled around to face the wall. Apparently, Sungyeol’s bed was irresistibly comfortable and it didn’t help that it smelt amazing like Sungyeol did. ‘I sleep-talk, just give me ten minutes to get started,’ he muttered uncaringly.
Sungyeol really did throw the pillow at him this time. ‘I hate you. I want to break up,’ he stated bluntly.
Myungsoo snorted, ‘Are you serious?’
To show he wasn’t joking, Sungyeol held open the bedroom door and growled, ‘Get out.’
Myungsoo looked at him in half confusion, half amusement and clumsily got to his feet. Sungyeol was glaring at him and so he glared at him back as he past. ‘Fine then,’ he hissed, hearing the door shut behind him.
As he walked out of the front door of the house, Myungsoo blinked to himself in puzzlement. Did they seriously just break up? Something didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel serious. How on Earth was he meant to know?! Myungsoo had never been in a relationship before. He didn’t know what a break-up or a couple’s spat felt like, so he had no idea what situation they were now in.
Oh well.
-
Eventually, Howon got the hang of it and Dongwoo was a proud teacher.
They continued lips-on-lips, tongue-on-tongue, until Dongwoo’s hand slid down Howon’s back from where it had been tangled in his hair. It moved to the waistband of Howon’s pants, his fingertips rimming the edge of it so his knuckles dragged against the slither of skin that was exposed by his shirt. The action made Howon pull away abruptly and Dongwoo almost giggled at the blush on Howon’s cheeks. Carefully, Howon lifted Dongwoo out of his lap and onto the bed, so he could stand up and stumble towards the door awkwardly. It seemed like passionate kissing made Howon lose a few thousand brain cells.
‘I - I should go,’ he stuttered, grabbing the doorknob.
Dongwoo immediately whined and tugged at his sleeve. ‘Five minutes,’ he said, making Howon sit back down beside him. Dongwoo was giggling, tumbling into Howon’s side. Howon sat still, observing Dongwoo from his close proximity. The older then threw Howon’s arm around himself, burying his face into Howon’s side. He began talking nonsense and useless facts while Howon sat there, still in a daze.
After a few minutes, silence fell between them and Dongwoo let out a sigh.
‘Howon,’ he said quietly, ‘I love you.’
Howon smiled, his fingers tangling in Dongwoo’s hair. ‘I love you too.’
Five minutes was up, but Dongwoo mentioned it before Howon did. ‘I’ll show you out,’ he insisted, although he sounded rather grumpy about it. He really wished Howon would stop this sleep-before-twelve, wake up-at-six routine. It was driving him nuts.
Once they were out of his room and downstairs, Dongwoo’s dad (to Dongwoo’s dismay) came over with his eyes glued to the car magazine in his hands. Dongwoo did mention before that his dad was a mechanic. That fact just confused Howon about Dongwoo’s driving techniques even more.
‘That was awfully quick, Howon,’ he mentioned leisurely.
Howon wanted to ask what was the quick happening that he was implying, but he held his tongue. Dongwoo immediately exclaimed in horror, ‘Dad!’
His father then looked him up and down and snorted. ‘What? I doubt you’re the man in your relationship. No offence son, but you’re kinda a pussy.’
-
After Woohyun left, Myungsoo came home. He looked like he was daydreaming or pondering deeply as he walked. When he slumped onto the couch next to Sunggyu, the older brother noticed the raised eyebrow and gave the same puzzled look back at him.
‘Why are you so confused?’ Sunggyu asked in curiosity. Usually his brother looked a lot more tired/triumphant after having sex, so he was innocently curious as to what the look meant.
Myungsoo rubbed the back of his neck as he mumbled unsurely, ‘I think Sungyeol and me just broke up.’
‘Sungyeol and I,’ Sunggyu corrected sternly.
Myungsoo rolled his eyes. He was in no state for a lecture - His mind was too muddled to absorb anymore useless information Sunggyu had to throw at him.
‘What on earth do you mean?’ the older asked when he didn’t get an answer.
Let’s break up. It was weird that Sungyeol said it so ordinarily. There weren’t any tears streaming down his face and he didn’t even raise his voice. He didn’t slap Myungsoo across the face whilst they stood in the rain, getting drenched as he screamed that he didn’t want to see Myungsoo ever again. Okay, it was possible Myungsoo was watching too many dramas, but still - something didn’t seem to add up.
‘I don’t know if he meant it or not.’
Sunggyu shook his head and stood up, book in hand as he began walking to his room. ‘You two are lunatics,’ he muttered.
-
From: Fuck Yongguk
Are you free now? Meet me in front of east campus?
It was late at night and it was freezing outside, but Sungjong went anyway. His parents actually let him out, since exams were over. After arriving, he found Yongguk near the bus stop closest to the front gates, sitting on the bench with flowers in his hands and a hood over his head.
When Yongguk caught eye with Sungjong, he immediately stood up and hung his head low as Sungjong approached slowly.
He began by apologising first, ‘Sungjong, I’m so sorry. I don’t want us to end. I just missed you so much and -‘
‘Yongguk, I can’t do this,’ Sungjong interrupted, squeezing his eyelids shut. It was hard to cut it off completely and he wished Yongguk could’ve just saw that. He didn’t want to give them another chance because Sungjong knew he would screw it up all over again. He didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Yongguk looked at him in surprise, his eyes widening. Sungjong sniffed from the cold and kicked some dew off the grass as he sighed, ‘Maybe someday when I’m not being drilled for being such a bad son, this could work out.’
Yongguk nodded in understanding until Sungjong added quietly, ‘But I doubt you’d wait for me for so long.’
‘You’re right,’ the older laughed bitterly, trying to lighten up the mood, although he knew what he said was a lie. He’d wait for him. He was sure he was able to. ‘I don’t think you’d wait for me either.’
The corner of Sungjong’s lip quirked. ‘It was fun, I guess,’ he muttered, tempted to grab the flowers that Yongguk had yet to offer him. It was winter and so flowers became scarce around parks and such. These ones were really beautiful too.
‘So are we friends?’ Yongguk asked hopefully, wrinkling his brow.
‘No,’ Sungjong replied quickly, shaking his head, ‘Let’s pretend we don’t know each other anymore.’
Yongguk’s shoulders slumped, his hand now hanging from his side and dangling the delicate flowers, a few petals floating to the ground. ‘Why?’
‘The more I look at you, the more I hate myself.’ Sungjong tried not to cry. He reminded himself that this was probably the best for the both of them - This way Yongguk wouldn’t get hurt and Sungjong wouldn’t inflict hurt anymore. After licking his dry lips, Sungjong questioned, and Yongguk could hear the helplessness that was hidden behind his trembling voice, ‘Please, can we just cut off contact?’
Yongguk felt it was hard to look at him anymore and found the concrete more comfortable to stare at. ‘If that’s what you want,’ he said quietly.
‘Thank you.’
‘Good luck.’
‘You too.’
-
From: Kim
-o- Sungyeol just texted me saying that I’m a butthead. Is this really a breakup?
To: Kim
No
From: Kim
Really? ._. Are you sure?
To: Kim
No I mean I don’t want to talk to you I’m watching porn go away
From: Kim
Link me I’m bored and I didn’t have sex today
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AN\ WHO LOVES FILLER CHAPTERS? HOORAAAYYYY! I promise the next chapter will have a little more OOMF ;D I smell Woogyu~
Oh and I found the picture of Sunggyu and Taecyeon… Guess what I’m tempted to do. ;)
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