Learning to Love - Step Nine: Never Letting Go
Author: Star_Sarang
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): cursing
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Sungyeol stumbled in surprise as he nearly tripped over a pile of clothes when he entered Myungsoo's room. He found the younger searching fervently through his drawers for something, and he seemed desperately stressed out. The room was trashed. Myungsoo's stupid plaid shirts were all over the place, papers scattered on the floor, drawers pulled open haphazardly and never shoved back, and bed sheets pulled up and crumpled. Woohyun and Sunggyu would not be happy with this...
"What the hell are you doing?!" Sungyeol screamed.
"You remember that book that Sungjong gave me that one time I pissed him off?" he said.
Sungyeol nodded and Myungsoo continued even though he didn't see the gesture.
"I'm trying to find that and try and use it to win his heart back again."
"That's a stupid idea!"
Myungsoo stopped briefly before returning to his vigorous search, muttering, "Anything that involves Sungjong is not stupid..."
"Then what is it if not stupid?" Sungyeol was really in a pissed off mood... And even he didn't know why.
"Pure, innocent, cute, adorable, and unique," he answered immediately. He grinned widely and jumped up as he finally dug out a worn out book bound in a cheap, black fake leather skin. "With this book... I will win Sungjong back... Again..." Myungsoo vowed.
"And how?" Sungyeol bit back.
"I'm tired of being weak. I'm going to show Sungjong that I can be strong, and I'm going to win him back with the instructions he gave me. It'll remind him how much he loves me and how much I love him."
Sungyeol scoffed. "Have fun with that, genius..."
Myungsoo ignored his hyung and flipped to the first chapter. "Right..." he breathed to himself. "Apologize."
He pushed the tall male aside and rushed to Sungjong and Hoya's room. "Sungjongie!" he yelled.
"Go the fuck away, bitch!" the harsh, shrill reply echoed.
Myungso flinched. "I'm sorry, Sungjongie! I shouldn't have... Punched Ricky... Or intercepted his call... Or yelled at you... Or anything. I'm so sorry!!"
"Fuck off!"
Myungsoo sighed and stifled his tears, opening the book to chapter two. He paused. "I really did that?" he said to himself. Shrugging, the desperate boy headed out to the store and bought some balloons. And by some, he really meant 100. The day was still young, so Myungsoo figured that Sungjong would be at the park still, and he was.
Bounding across the field, Myungsoo nearly had to stop himself from tackling Sungjong, holding out the 100 different colored balloons.
"Please accept these," Myungsoo said softly.
Sungjong only furrowed his eyebrows until a little girl ran up to him and tugged at his sleeve, pointing to a pink balloon. Sungjong smiled at her and silently took the string attached to that balloon from Myungsoo and handed it to the little girl, who jumped up happily and dashed off to show her friends, who also came running up to Sungjong and Myungsoo.
Nearly twenty minutes later and all but one balloon was gone, taken by the little children of the park who all had wanted a sparkly sphere of rubber that twinkled in the sunlight. The grin on Sungjong's face had never been brighter, Myungsoo had decided.
With one last balloon, Myungsoo once again attempted to give his present to Sungjong, holding out the thin string to the makane.
"Please accept this..." he nearly whispered.
Sungjong just glared at him for a moment, frowning, and then he began to walk away.
"Su-Sungjong?!" Myungsoo called, and Sungjong turned around.
"Please...?" he pleaded.
The younger turned around again and walked away with his head held high and his fists shoved into his pockets, leaving Myungsoo emotionally bruised and beaten, heartbroken.
A boy suddenly poked Myungsoo in the side. "Ajusshi..." he said softly.
Myungsoo was startled at being called such an old title. But he turned to the boy. He seemed about twelve or so. "Ne?"
"That guy who just walked off," he said, pointing in the direction Sungjong had left. "Is he your lover?"
"Eh... How old are you?" he asked.
"Fifteen, sir."
"Ah~ What's with the sir, you rascal." Myungsoo rubbed the boy's hair and the boy just combed his fingers through to straighten it again.
"What's your name?" Myungsoo asked.
"My real name was Junsoon, but I was made fun of a lot because 'soon' is the ending for a girl's name, so now everyone calls me Junhyung," he answered. "So, Ajusshi, you never answered my question."
Myungsoo sighed. "Yah, call me hyung. I'm not that old. And... He was... My lover. He's angry at me and I'm trying to make it up to him."
"He's seems really pissed. What'd you do?"
"I punched his best friend."
"Ouch~ Was that balloon for him too?"
Myungsoo nodded, rolling the string in his fingers.
"Can I have it?" Junhyung asked. "Doesn't look like it's going to do you any good right now."
Myungsoo just smiled feebly and handed it to the boy. "Good luck, kid," he said before Junhyung grinned and dashed away, running up to a small, skinny kid with lots of books.
Myungsoo's lips stretched wider across his face as the smaller boy accepted the pink balloon, which accompanied well with the same tinge upon his cheeks, from Junhyung.
"And so new love blossoms," Myungsoo said to himself, walking back to the house.
Upon walking into the house, Myungsoo found Sungjong walking around quietly, obviously looking for something, and in his hands was... The book!
Myungsoo's heart raced. Crap, he thought. This doesn't seem good...
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): cursing
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Sungyeol stumbled in surprise as he nearly tripped over a pile of clothes when he entered Myungsoo's room. He found the younger searching fervently through his drawers for something, and he seemed desperately stressed out. The room was trashed. Myungsoo's stupid plaid shirts were all over the place, papers scattered on the floor, drawers pulled open haphazardly and never shoved back, and bed sheets pulled up and crumpled. Woohyun and Sunggyu would not be happy with this...
"What the hell are you doing?!" Sungyeol screamed.
"You remember that book that Sungjong gave me that one time I pissed him off?" he said.
Sungyeol nodded and Myungsoo continued even though he didn't see the gesture.
"I'm trying to find that and try and use it to win his heart back again."
"That's a stupid idea!"
Myungsoo stopped briefly before returning to his vigorous search, muttering, "Anything that involves Sungjong is not stupid..."
"Then what is it if not stupid?" Sungyeol was really in a pissed off mood... And even he didn't know why.
"Pure, innocent, cute, adorable, and unique," he answered immediately. He grinned widely and jumped up as he finally dug out a worn out book bound in a cheap, black fake leather skin. "With this book... I will win Sungjong back... Again..." Myungsoo vowed.
"And how?" Sungyeol bit back.
"I'm tired of being weak. I'm going to show Sungjong that I can be strong, and I'm going to win him back with the instructions he gave me. It'll remind him how much he loves me and how much I love him."
Sungyeol scoffed. "Have fun with that, genius..."
Myungsoo ignored his hyung and flipped to the first chapter. "Right..." he breathed to himself. "Apologize."
He pushed the tall male aside and rushed to Sungjong and Hoya's room. "Sungjongie!" he yelled.
"Go the fuck away, bitch!" the harsh, shrill reply echoed.
Myungso flinched. "I'm sorry, Sungjongie! I shouldn't have... Punched Ricky... Or intercepted his call... Or yelled at you... Or anything. I'm so sorry!!"
"Fuck off!"
Myungsoo sighed and stifled his tears, opening the book to chapter two. He paused. "I really did that?" he said to himself. Shrugging, the desperate boy headed out to the store and bought some balloons. And by some, he really meant 100. The day was still young, so Myungsoo figured that Sungjong would be at the park still, and he was.
Bounding across the field, Myungsoo nearly had to stop himself from tackling Sungjong, holding out the 100 different colored balloons.
"Please accept these," Myungsoo said softly.
Sungjong only furrowed his eyebrows until a little girl ran up to him and tugged at his sleeve, pointing to a pink balloon. Sungjong smiled at her and silently took the string attached to that balloon from Myungsoo and handed it to the little girl, who jumped up happily and dashed off to show her friends, who also came running up to Sungjong and Myungsoo.
Nearly twenty minutes later and all but one balloon was gone, taken by the little children of the park who all had wanted a sparkly sphere of rubber that twinkled in the sunlight. The grin on Sungjong's face had never been brighter, Myungsoo had decided.
With one last balloon, Myungsoo once again attempted to give his present to Sungjong, holding out the thin string to the makane.
"Please accept this..." he nearly whispered.
Sungjong just glared at him for a moment, frowning, and then he began to walk away.
"Su-Sungjong?!" Myungsoo called, and Sungjong turned around.
"Please...?" he pleaded.
The younger turned around again and walked away with his head held high and his fists shoved into his pockets, leaving Myungsoo emotionally bruised and beaten, heartbroken.
A boy suddenly poked Myungsoo in the side. "Ajusshi..." he said softly.
Myungsoo was startled at being called such an old title. But he turned to the boy. He seemed about twelve or so. "Ne?"
"That guy who just walked off," he said, pointing in the direction Sungjong had left. "Is he your lover?"
"Eh... How old are you?" he asked.
"Fifteen, sir."
"Ah~ What's with the sir, you rascal." Myungsoo rubbed the boy's hair and the boy just combed his fingers through to straighten it again.
"What's your name?" Myungsoo asked.
"My real name was Junsoon, but I was made fun of a lot because 'soon' is the ending for a girl's name, so now everyone calls me Junhyung," he answered. "So, Ajusshi, you never answered my question."
Myungsoo sighed. "Yah, call me hyung. I'm not that old. And... He was... My lover. He's angry at me and I'm trying to make it up to him."
"He's seems really pissed. What'd you do?"
"I punched his best friend."
"Ouch~ Was that balloon for him too?"
Myungsoo nodded, rolling the string in his fingers.
"Can I have it?" Junhyung asked. "Doesn't look like it's going to do you any good right now."
Myungsoo just smiled feebly and handed it to the boy. "Good luck, kid," he said before Junhyung grinned and dashed away, running up to a small, skinny kid with lots of books.
Myungsoo's lips stretched wider across his face as the smaller boy accepted the pink balloon, which accompanied well with the same tinge upon his cheeks, from Junhyung.
"And so new love blossoms," Myungsoo said to himself, walking back to the house.
Upon walking into the house, Myungsoo found Sungjong walking around quietly, obviously looking for something, and in his hands was... The book!
Myungsoo's heart raced. Crap, he thought. This doesn't seem good...