L for Lost (oneshot)
Author: Star_Sarang
Myungsoo-centric, MyungJong, WooJong | OneShot | angst, romance
Rating: R
Word Count: 5,748
Warning(s): maybe some cursing, sexual implications
Disclaimer: LOL… Don’t own characters~ XP
Summary: “Be safe,” she had said to him. “Be careful.” But what was life and love without a little risk?
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just when you think life is going your way
She was surprised when he came home. “You filled the void so soon?” she asked as soon as he stepped through the doorway.
He grinned goofily and shrugged. “Sort of… I guess,” he answered vaguely as he set his guitar case by the door.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“He was so cute and his voice was just-“
“Wait! He!?” his father all but shouted as he stood up from the couch.
Myungsoo’s warm smile disappeared as his mother glared at her husband. “Calm down. Let’s hear the entire story!” she exclaimed, leading Myungsoo over to the couch to sit.
“He looks like a girl,” Myungsoo said plainly. “His voice is just… so adorable and whenever I’m around him… I just want to protect him and hug him-never let him go.”
“Where’d you meet him?” asked his mother.
His eyes brightened again. “Oh! Right! I meant to tell you: I need money.”
“How much?” his father asked.
“About… Seven thousand dollars.”
Myungsoo winced at the shrill flustered sound his father made.
“What are you possibly going to do with all that money!?” he screamed. “Yah… You’re not planning on buying drugs, are you!?”
“No!” screamed Myungsoo. “I was accepted into Woollim Entertainment as a trainee! I need the money to pay for the training!”
His father took a deep breath. “Oh… That’s unexpected.”
It was so long ago when that happened. When Myungsoo brought home the news that he was in training to become a singer, his father frowned upon his path in life. His mother didn’t like it either, but said nothing against it. And now, here he was in the same dorm as the boy who made his heart flutter like a butterfly, even if that particular boy didn’t know it yet.
“Get up, Myungsoo!” Sunggyu, the oldest, yelled from outside the room, banging on the door. “Sungjong-ah! Help me wake Dongwoo!”
Myungsoo only stared quietly at the skinny boy who climbed down from his bunk, hair perfectly neat and straight as if he slept standing up. “Coming, Sunggyu hyung!” he shouted back.
And as Sungjong ran out the door, Myungsoo could only stare, because Sungjong was unattainable to him. Lee Sungjong. Even the name screamed perfection to Myungsoo. From his face to even the things he did, Myungsoo thought Sungjong was perfect. Sure Myungsoo himself was nothing short of that description, but Sungjong had something Myungsoo didn’t-innocence. The poker faced boy was, of course, a virgin, but he’d kissed and been kissed plenty, even if he’d said otherwise on shows. He’d experimented with drugs and on more than one occasion masturbated to the image of innocent Sungjong. He wasn’t pure at heart; but Sungjong… He was completely immaculate.
“What are you doing?” asked Sungyeol.
Myungsoo glared at him. “What?”
“You stare at Sungjong like he’s… he’s a rare gem.”
The younger chuckled. “I guess…”
It was when Myungsoo suddenly came home early from a schedule one day that he’d learned that Sungjong came home early every day, and for the past four hours had been bored out of his mind.
“Hyung! Let’s go do something!” he whined.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
Sungjong grinned widely. “Ice cream,” he said.
Myungsoo, feeling his heart stop at the close proximity of their bodies together and the way Sungjong shot puppy eyes at him, obliged and took the boy to the ice cream shop down the road, and then they sat in the park.
“It’s so nice to just get out and walk around!” Sungjong exclaimed, stretching his arms.
“Sungjong, are you interested in dating?” L suddenly asked.
He looked at him. “Dating? I don’t know. I’d like a guy who-“
“Guy?”
Sungjong glared at him. “We’ve been in the same band for almost two years now and you didn’t know I was gay?” he said. “I thought you knew from the minute you saw me at auditions!”
Myungsoo hung his head, partially to hide the giant smile forming on his face, but also to hide the flustered blush of embarrassment and stupidity for not knowing in the first place. He threw an arm around Sungjong’s shoulders and pulled him close. “Of course you’re gay,” he mused.
Sungjong glared at him again. “What do you mean by that?” he asked.
The older stroked Sungjong’s cheek with the back of his hand. “You’re adorable.”
The boy only raised a confused eyebrow and the pair continued on their walk in the park. Myungsoo couldn’t stop grinning the entire time. At least I know he’s gay for sure now, he said to himself.
Later that night, as Sungjong was designated by Sunggyu to wash dishes, Myungsoo dragged Sungyeol into their shared room and asked him, “Will you do me a favor?”
Sungyeol glared at him skeptically; nevertheless, he agreed to Myungsoo’s favor, which was taking over his spot in some TV program specifically on the day Sungjong had no schedules at all.
It was when it was nearly dawn and the other members were already starting to get ready for their day’s schedule, trudging around the house half asleep. Sungyeol eyed Myungsoo who laid wide awake, eyes trained on the small sleeping figure in the top bunk across the room.
“You’re insane,” Sungyeol muttered as he rummaged through the closet and pulled on a random shirt.
Myungsoo only grinned, opting to stay silent and stare at the boy he loved. He’d come to learn that that was the feeling he felt toward Sungjong. Nothing had changed since the day he’d met him at auditions. The colors around him were bright as ever and the boy himself was as radiant as the sun. Myungsoo laid in bed for four hours, staring only at the beautiful face that belonged to Sungjong. He traced the contours of the little one’s face with his eyes, wishing that he could slide his own fingers down the beauty’s jaw; that he could kiss that cute nose of his to shock him awake.
Sunlight began to stream through the curtains as Sungjong shifted in his bed, eyes fluttering open. Myungsoo held his breath. He’d watched a foreign girl wake up in the morning with eyes more exotic than Sungjong’s, but in this light as Sungjong stretched his arms and yawned, Myungsoo couldn’t help but think of a kitten being roused from its sleep while the girl was nothing but a monster with a nest of frizzy hair and a hangover.
“Oh, hyung…” Sungjong said suddenly. “You’re still here?”
The older just smiled widely and nodded. “Of course.”
“You must be hungry. Let’s go eat! I’ll cook, okay?” Sungjong said excitedly, jumping down from his bunk bed and walking past Myungsoo’s bed.
The vocalist stared at Sungjong’s back, watching him walk away. The boy was sexy, cute, and young. It was something Myungsoo never thought could be attainable, achievable for a boy. He slowly rose from his bed and padded into the kitchen, sitting at the table in the center. He watched Sungjong. It was his favorite thing to do now.
He watched the boy pour oil into the pan and then crack an egg over the sizzling oil. Stirring, trading utensils for ones more suitable and throwing ingredients into the pan, Myungsoo was mesmerized, but not by what Sungjong was doing, but the way he did it. Sungjong was something Myungsoo never thought possible, with the features of a girl yet distinctly male. The way Sungjong swayed his hips as he moved around the kitchen was sexy, yet when he smiled while cooking, loving how he could cook correctly, he was pure innocence itself.
When Sungjong set a plate in front of Myungsoo, the latter never blinked, brown eyes still trained on Sungjong; and when the younger sat to eat, he raised an eyebrow.
“Take a picture, hyung. It’ll last longer,” he said, chuckling, as he poked his egg yolk with his fork, spilling its golden contents.
Myungsoo grinned and whipped out his phone, snapping a picture instantly to capture a perfect picture of the light gleaming off of Sungjong’s smooth hair as he focused on eating his breakfast. That’s how his camera hobby had come into play.
Infinite’s vocalist gazed at the maknae as he sat next to him, exhaling a heavy breath. Myungsoo leaned over and brushed some hair out of Sungjong’s eyes, pausing for a brief moment to appreciate that beautiful face up close while his eyes were open. As creepy as it sounded, Myungsoo frequently watched Sungjong sleep-to which Sungyeol would say, “You’re weird.” But as much as L loved seeing Sungjong’s peaceful and calm face while he dreamed, he loved the boy’s deep brown eyes even more, imagining what they’d look like if they looked at him with love and care the way he knew he looked at Sungjong.
Sungjong smiled slightly, a silent thank you as Myungsoo finished swiping his hair behind his ear. In that small moment when Sungjong’s smile was still plastered on his face, Myungsoo quickly readied his camera and snapped a picture of him. The smile on Sungjong’s face was instantly replaced by a scowl as he heard the shutters click and the light flash around him.
“Really, L hyung?” he complained. “We’re at a photo shoot and you still want to take pictures of me?”
Myungsoo chuckled as his stage name fell from Sungjong’s lips, elegant and endearing. The name had a special meaning behind it when he’d first met Sungjong-lovers, that’s what he’d hoped it would mean. But no one knew that. They’d named him L because they said he looked like the character from Death Note, but Myungsoo had his own story behind the name L.
“Would you rather me stare at you all day?” Myungsoo said.
Sungjong just pouted and turned away, frowning even more when he heard the constant clicking of Myungsoo’s camera as he did so.
“Sungjong, let’s take one together!” Myungsoo suddenly said, pulling the boy closer to him as he positioned the camera to angle towards them.
Sungjong sighed and complied leaning toward Myungsoo and grinning slightly. The shutter closed and Sungjong blinked the blinding spot away from his vision. Myungsoo only grinned widely as he looked at the picture he’d just taken. It was the first picture he’d taken with Sungjong by his own hands. The boy looked flawless, skin a perfect smooth pale. Myungsoo was no less handsome, but Sungjong had unnatural features, ones that a typical male would not have-the round chin, the big eyes, and especially those full, pink lips. They were considered feminine, and no doubt Sungjong looked very feminine, but he was also manly, an aura of independence around him. Sungjong could not be replaced.
It was on their second ice cream date that Myungsoo managed to get a second selca shot with Sungjong.
“It’s not a date!” Sungjong screamed right before shoving a spoonful of lemon vanilla ice cream into his mouth.
Myungsoo chuckled as he took a picture of the pouting Sungjong with the red plastic spoon in his mouth.
“Why do you take pictures so much anyways, hyung?” Sungjong whined, eyeing Mungsoo as he readjusted the zoom on his camera for another shot of Sungjong, a side angle this time.
He clicked the button, glanced at the photo, and answered, “Because you told me it’d last longer.”
Myungsoo heard Sungjong nearly choke on his ice cream and glared at him. “What?! When did I say that!?” he all but screamed as they headed through the park gates.
“That one day we were home alone and you cooked,” Myungsoo said casually.
“I meant for the time being! Not all the time!” he exclaimed, waving his spoon in the air. “You’ve a problem now! You’re a camera whore!”
Myungsoo grinned, pointing his camera at Sungjong, who had shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
“I always thought pretty people should have lots of pictures taken of them,” Myungsoo said softly. “It’s the best way to preserve it.”
Sungjong scoffed as he sat on the bench. “Pretty people…” he drawled. “There are lots of pretty people; go take pictures of them, not me. I have enough pictures of myself from all the photo shoots and stuff.”
Myungsoo sat next to him, close, and said, “But not all people are beautiful inside and out.”
“Of course, and this is relevant how?” Sungjong side glanced at him.
He nodded. “I dated some girl. I took one picture with her when we first started dating and she was really pretty-blonde hair, blue eyes, smooth skin, and a skinny body. I think people would’ve called her hot, but I just thought her face was nice. But after we broke up, I saw on TV that she’d died of drug overdose and I thought, ‘That was never beauty then. Everything about her is ugly.’ And then I met you, Sungjong, and I’ve never seen anyone more gorgeous since.”
Sungjong had suddenly dropped his ice cream cup onto the grass, shocked at Myungsoo’s anecdote. “You dated a drug addicted foreigner?” he asked, leaning closely to L.
The unconscious action did not escape Myungsoo’s knowledge and he took the opportunity to lean closer while stealthily adjusting his camera into a position to take a picture of Sungjong’s surprised face.
“Yeah,” he answered. “She was a snob.”
“Wow…”
Click!
Sungjong paused, blinking. Myungsoo was too busy giggling and looking at his new picture. Sungjong’s mouth was open, eyes wide in astonishment as Myungsoo wore a smirk, staring into Sungjong’s eyes. The younger leaned over Myungsoo’s shoulder to peek at the picture.
“You’re camera skills are amazing!” he exclaimed. “How did you get the lighting and all that!?”
Myungsoo grinned, positioned the camera again with one hand, and with the other, wrapped it around Sungjong’s neck. Before Sungjong realized it, Myungsoo had pressed his lips to Sungjong’s. Unconsciously, they both closed their eyes, and then the vocalist pressed the button that would capture their first kiss together. It was completely chaste, but Myungsoo felt his heart skip a beat and a desire he shouldn’t have right now building in lower regions associated with sexual pleasure. When they pulled apart, Sungjong just turned away with a blush as Myungsoo answered, “Lots of practice.”
“What… was that for… hyung?” he said shyly.
Myungsoo suddenly realized what he’d done and hid his face, embarrassed by his actions and nervous about Sungjong’s reaction. “I… umm… I don’t really-“
“Hyung, if you want to do skinship, do it when there are actually fans around,” he interrupted coldly and abruptly before standing up and walking away.
And Myungsoo watched his small frame disappear in the distance, heading back towards the dorms. The tense and cold atmosphere made Myungsoo shudder. He suddenly noticed, as he stared at Sungjong’s retreating figure, the colors were no longer bright and vibrant, but pasty and pastel, pale. The air around him was as cold as Sungjong’s voice had been, almost hurting his heart.
Nevertheless, those stinging words didn’t leave Myungsoo heart or brain. He’d use them to his advantage.
It was the first day in a long time that Sungyeol didn’t call him crazy or insane. Instead, the older felt concerned and dumbfounded when he found Myungsoo curled up in the dance studio with the music turned up as loud as it could go.
“Shit! Myungsoo!” Sungyeol screamed, although it was drowned out by the noise. He turned off the music and continued yelling, “What the hell are you doing?”
Myungsoo, straight faced, eyes emotionless and lips pressed tightly, pulled his knees up to his chin, wrapped his arms around his legs, and buried his face in his legs. That’s when Sungyeol knew something was wrong.
“I… kissed Sungjong,” he said softly suddenly.
Sungyeol’s eyes widened. “Why the hell would you do that!?”
“I don’t know!!” he shouted back. “We were eating ice cream in the park and… I have a photo of it…”
“What the-Myungsoo! What’s wrong with you?”
“His lips tasted like the ice cream he ate, hyung,” he said absentmindedly, staring up at the ceiling as Sungyeol sat next to him. “Whenever I see him, everything is bright, but when he looks at me, everything blurs. I can only see Sungjong; and when I’m not with him, my heart… hurts… a lot.”
Sungyeol began snickering.
“What?” Myungsoo growled.
“You’re a fucking lovesick puppy, Soo. Confess to him, dammit. Worst he could do is say no.”
Myungsoo pursed his lips as Sungyeol stood up and walked away, but he didn’t watch the older for long. His eyes lingered on the opposite end of the room where his reflection stared back at him. It would be risky to confess to Sungjong, because they were in the same band and all that friendship stuff, but then again, how else would he show Sungjong that he truly loved him?
Over the next few weeks, Myungsoo did what he could to stay close to Sungjong. He made up every excuse just to be able to sit next to the boy, and yet, the cold silent treatment that Myungsoo was receiving disheartened his attempts to confess to the younger boy.
It was during a fanmeet that Myungsoo confessed-or tried to. He was planning on writing, “I love you” on the paper in front of Sungjong, but, unfortunately, Myungsoo’s marker cap had gotten stuck. No matter how hard he tugged and pulled at it; it wouldn’t budge. Soon, Sungjong noticed, took the pen from him, and tried to open it, but to no avail. Eventually the staff had noticed their writing implement predicament and gave Myungsoo a new marker, but by the time he’d received a working pen, Sungjong had already gotten up and began conversing with Woohyun.
A few days later, Myungsoo decided that he officially hated the living crap out of Nam Woohyun. Sungjong had his own schedule that day while the rest of Infinite rested in the dorm, bored out of their minds, but as all human beings tend to do when bored, they gossiped about the one not within their presence.
“Sungjong’s really gotten manlier nowadays, right?” Sungyeol said suddenly as they lay around in the main room.
Dongwoo perked upright and nodded. “Yeah!” he agreed. “I have to admit, he’s kind of… hot now.”
“Hot maknae…” Myungsoo chuckled to himself, mind floating in his own little world.
“I don’t like it,” Hoya said pouting. “I think he’s still too young.”
“What’s wrong with you, Hoya?” Sunggyu said, pushing him slightly in the shoulder. “He’s not too young! He’s growing up fine and having his own life.”
“If I seriously had the chance to,” Woohyun started, “I’d throw that boy against the nearest wall and have him my way.”
Dongwoo cringed as Myungsoo glared at Woohyun. “That’s like saying you want to have sex with your younger brother.”
“But I don’t have a younger brother, and my older brother isn’t a sexy fox like that bitch,” he said, smiling creepily.
Myungsoo shifted uncomfortably, flexing his restless fingers that itched to make contact with Woohyun’s cheek.
“Why Sungjong, though?” asked Sungyeol.
“Are you kidding!? Why!?” Woohyun nearly screamed. “That kid is so fucking sexy! It bet he’s a masochist, right, guys?”
L bit his lip as Dongwoo shrugged and Sunggyu rolled his eyes. Sungyeol glanced worriedly at Myungsoo.
“Let’s stop talking about Sungjong,” Myungsoo suddenly said through clenched teeth, directly making eye contact with Woohyun, but the latter ignored him.
“Guys, seriously, wouldn’t you want that boy spread beneath you?” he continued, seeming as if he were purposely taunting Myungsoo. “Imagine that voice screaming your name, or the way that his body would writhe and twist.”
“Shut up,” Hoya growled. “You’re giving me goose bumps.”
“Really,” Sunggyu added. “This is getting creepy.”
“But you admit that you could imagine it, right?” he said, leaning forward. “I bet he likes it rough, or when you handcuff him to the headboard. Oh shit! I could so see that!”
Myungsoo rolled his head back, licking the wound on his bottom lip from biting too hard to keep from bursting out in anger. “You okay?” Sungyeol asked, concerned.
The younger ignored him, and as much as he knew he’d regret it, he continued to listen to Woohyun talk.
“Shit, how tight would that fucking little ass be?” Woohyun asked rhetorically. “I swear, I’ve jacked off to the thought, but I bet he’d fit like a glove.”
“Hyung, you’re really starting to creep me out,” Sungyeol said, trying to stop Woohyun from delving further into the matter.
“I hope he’s inexperienced. I want to show him everything. That way he has no knowing of what ‘going easy’ is. That little slut. It’ll be-“
Woohyun clutched his arm as Myungsoo suddenly punched him as hard as he could.
“Don’t you dare talk about Sungjongie that way!” he screamed, standing up. “What’s wrong with you!? Why the fuck would you hurt the precious boy!? You’re fucking heartless, Nam Woohyun! Stay the fuck away from Sungjong because there’s no way in fucking hell I’d let you near him!”
As Myungsoo stormed away into his room, trying to rid his mind of a crying, screaming Sungjong being mercilessly fucked and tormented by a smirking Woohyun. As L made mental preparations and plans to keep Woohyun and Sungjong far away from each other, he decided that Woohyun was his ultimate adversary.
“Sungjong, I love you.”
Straightforward. Simple-not simple. Surprised-actually mortified and unexpected, but no one could notice.
He laughed a bit before replying jokingly, “I love you, too, hyung.”
Myungsoo scowled as Sungjong turned away from him in favor of talking to Hoya. The older wouldn’t take sarcasm and unresponsiveness as an answer. His hand crept under the table and he gripped Sungjong’s fingers tightly. The younger whipped his head toward Myungsoo to glare at him.
“What, hyung?” he hissed.
L grinned slightly, watching the colors around him blur and collide, Hoya’s and the other members’ figures meshing together in a bright, colorful mess. How his vision always managed to focus on Sungjong was a mystery to L. With one hand, Myungsoo cupped Sungjong’s face in his hand, squishing the boy’s cheeks.
“I love you.”
Sungjong chuckled nervously and pushed Myungsoo away. “Okay, hyung. I get it.”
No, you don’t get it!
Myungsoo snatched both of Sungjong’s wrists and pulled him towards him. Sungjong refused to be pulled in, though. He resisted, struggled, and turned away from Myungsoo. Let me kiss you, dammit! Myungsoo thought. Eventually, Sungjong managed to wriggle his thin wrists out of Myungsoo’s grasp and completely turned his body away from him.
L felt something he hadn’t felt before-excluded, ignored. Rejected. The void in his heart, gone after so many months, suddenly returned, the edges of the darkness nibbling at his heart. He scowled, feelings sore at Sungjong’s crudeness. A new plan was to be put into action quickly before Nam Woohyun was to act.
However, a few weeks later when Myungsoo had returned home from a schedule, he realized he’d been too late in devising a new plan.
“H-Hyung! I didn’t know you were home already!”
He saw it despite the fact that Woohyun was blocking most of the exposure.
“I just got here…” Myungsoo replied dully, frowning upon noticing the swollen lips.
“Then run along, dongsaeng,” Woohyun sneered, a mocking smirk splayed across his lips. “Go rest…”
L flinched at Woohyun’s snide tone, obviously meant to degrade Myungsoo-not to mention the fact that he established his rank as a dongsaeng to Woohyun. As he retreated to his room, the sneaky hand trailing up porcelain skin and the girlish giggle from Sungjong’s mouth did not escape the vocalist’s eyes and ears. He locked himself in his room for the rest of the day, replaying the images of Sungjong laying half naked on the couch with a snarky Woohyun hovering over him, biting, licking, sucking the boy’s lips until they were cherry red and swollen. And the squeals of pleasure and playfulness from Sungjong’s throat unnerved Myungsoo. The sound of his one-sided lover’s desires made Myungsoo’s heart hurt knowing that he wasn’t the one fulfilling Sungjong’s wishes.
A pillow was stuffed into Myungsoo’s mouth as he tried to stifle his anger and frustration-jealousy.
“I hate Nam Woohyun,” Myungsoo growled to Sungyeol in the dead of night, not that the older responded.
A third ice cream date was added to the agenda between the maknaes of Infinite; though, neither of them bought any ice cream at all. Myungsoo snapped a picture of Sungjong sitting on the park bench, light bouncing off of his newly cut hair.
“I really hate that camera hobby of yours, hyung,” Sungjong muttered, staring at the ground.
Myungsoo only smiled and continued taking pictures. “You’re close with Woohyun hyung, aren’t you?” he said.
Sungjong shrugged casually, subtly hiding the hickey on his neck that proved that there was more than what he led on to. Myungsoo didn’t question him though, despite the fact that he clearly spotted the deep purple love bite.
“And what about you and Sungyeol hyung?” Sungjong said. “You’re close, right?”
Myungsoo frowned. “A little,” he answered softly as he snapped a quick picture of Sungjong’s pale skin absorbing the bright sunlight.
“I don’t like you and Woohyun hyung together, by the way,” Myungsoo said suddenly as he quickly looked at his last picture before readjusting his lens and snapping another shot-this time, Sungjong side glaring at him.
“What?” Sungjong murmured, confused.
“Stay away from that bastard,” L said upfront. He captured Sungjong’s anger and annoyance in his next photo.
“What the hell?” the younger muttered. “Who are you-my mother?”
Sungjong made to get up from his seat, but Myungsoo pulled him back down by the wrist. “You don’t understand,” he growled. “Woohyun is just using you.”
The maknae scoffed. “Woohyun hyung wouldn’t intentionally hurt me,” he said confidently.
“I’m not kidding! You think you know him, but you don’t!”
Sungjong ripped his wrist out of L’s grip. “You don’t know anything, L hyung!”
Despite the fact that he spat that precious nickname with spite, it still sounded bittersweet falling from Sungjong’s lips.
“I’m sorry if you like me like that, hyung,” Sungjong spat, standing up. “But I like Woohyun hyung, so piss off.”
It happened quickly. The void in his heart darkened and threatened to consume his heart. There were too many negative emotions present-jealousy, anger, annoyance. Above all, Myungsoo still noticed the hint of fear in the back of his mind. What if what Myungsoo was about to do was going to shatter their friendship? Nevertheless, he did it.
It was different than the first time. Heated and passionate, Myungsoo poured all of his loving emotion into the kiss-not to mention also his anger and jealousy that was caused by Woohyun. A hand was wrapped around Sungjong’s waist, pulling him flush against Myungsoo’s body. His other hand curled around Sungjong’s neck, keeping him still as lips collided. No prodding tongue forced the younger to participate in the kiss. In fact, Sungjong didn’t kiss back, and L expected that. His lips were tight, denying any kind of further intimacy and outwardly portraying his dislike and disapproval of Myungsoo’s actions. It was short, but longer than the last kiss he initiated, and was abruptly interrupted when Sungjong pushed Myungsoo away with surprising strength. As Myungsoo stumbled back, a hard punch bruised his cheekbone, which caused him to fall down.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” Sungjong screamed, turning on his heel.
Without thinking and abandoning all images of dignity and self worth, Myungsoo leapt forward and clutched onto the young boy’s ankle. “Please… I can’t lose such perfection and beauty…” he murmured.
Sungjong paused and glared down at Myungsoo. “You once said that you took pictures of me to preserve what you call beauty,” he snarled. Bending down to pick of Myungsoo’s dropped camera, Sungjong hauled his hyung to his feet. Shoving the camera into Myungsoo’s hands, he growled, “Take a picture of me. This will be the absolute last time you’re allowed to do this, so take one now before I change my mind.”
Myungsoo stood up as he fumbled with his camera and blinked tears away, but as he glanced up at Sungjong who had his back to him, he felt his heart crack, a crevice in the fragile glass of his emotions deepening. The onslaught of tears cascaded down his cheeks as he clicked the button.
Click!
And when Myungsoo opened his tear-blurry eyes, Sungjong was gone.
[Part 2]