Learning to Love - Step Four: Fights
Author: Star_Sarang
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): cursing
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"Sungjong... It's been almost two weeks now," Hoya whined. "He's making me all depressed!"
"What? Why should I be the one to tell him to stop having breakdowns?" he spat, simultaneously texting Ricky. "Sunggyu hyung or Sungyeol hyung can do it... He needs to learn that I'm not just his possession, but that I have a life other than just him."
"But, Sungjong--"
"Hoya?" Dongwoo said, poking his head into the room. "What'd I say about the Rubix's cube?"
Hoya sighed deeply. "Fine," he growled to Dongwoo. Turning back to Sungjong, he softly said, "Think about it. Myungsoo Breakdowns are the worst, Jongie. You have to get through this together."
Sungjong just waved him off and Hoya left with Dongwoo.
"Do you not hear anything I tell you?" Dongwoo snapped after pulling Hoya into their room.
Hoya raised an eyebrow.
"I spent an entire week with you," Dongwoo continued, "trying to teach you NOT to meddle in the maknaes' businesses, and what do you do? EXACTLY THAT!!"
"Dongwoo--"
"Shut up, and sit," he ordered.
Hoya frowned. "No," he growled.
"Hoya--"
"No! You shut up, sit down, and listen to ME for once!" he yelled.
Dongwoo zipped his mouth and folded his arms across his chest, but he refused to sit. Sitting down would show Hoya that he had power over him for the time being, and Dongwoo would not relinquish that small ounce of pride that kept him as a man.
"Sungjong is like my real dongsaeng. I want him to be happy," Hoya said. "Sungjong is that kind of person that is stubborn and waits until someone tells him he's right. Myungsoo is the kind of person that would refuse to give into failure."
"Hoya, we all love them as our own siblings," Dongwoo interrupted. "What does this change? Just stay out of their business. Let them learn things themselves."
"Why do you insist on looking the other way when our little brothers are clearly hurting each other?! Wouldn't you rather they be happy for as long as possible, all the time?"
"Would you rather solve this problem for them and then have them fight again? All the time? And then come to you every time? It's tedious work, Hoya. Let them figure it out once by themselves and then they'll catch on quickly."
Hoya ground his teeth. "Stop telling me to stay out of it," he growled. "I hate it when you order me around! Or when you keep telling me that they're old enough to take care of themselves! Just let me help them! It hurts to see--"
"Sungjong hurt?"
Hoya froze.
"You're always in their business because of Sungjong, Hoya... Myungsoo obviously doesn't like it, and quite frankly, I don't either. You're clingy to Sungjong. The little one doesn't need you anymore, Hoya. Get that through your head!"
Hoya slapped Dongwoo across the arm. "Shut up! Just leave me alone!" he screamed.
Dongwoo gladly and rapidly slammed the door behind him as he left Hoya by himself in the room.
"Hyung," Sungyeol said softly, popping his head into the room. "Did you and Dongwoo hyung just... Fight?"
Hoya bit his lip. So they had. He nodded slowly. "We fought... Our first fight... As a couple..." he said softly.
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Myungsoo pounded on the door. "Why is it that every time you're angry at me you lock me out of our room?!?!" he screamed.
"Because I don't want to take our bitterness into the place I sleep in," Sungjong snapped.
"Sungjong, please~ I need to talk with you!"
"You can talk through the door!"
"Sungjong! I need to see you!"
"Then you can talk to me AFTER my evening with RICKY!"
"What the fuck?! Are you TRYING to give me another breakdown?!"
"Why have breakdowns in the first place?"
"It's not like I can control it!"
"Well learn to!"
"Like you should learn to keep the fact that you're cheat--" Myungsoo bit his tongue.
Instantly, Sungjong flung the door open, a red angry maknae glaring at Myungsoo. "I dare you to finish that," he snarled.
Myungsoo just shook his head and allowed Sungjong to walk past him.
Sungjong just left the house with a loud slam of the door. The older couldn't help but fall to his knees, clutching at his heart. Why was he so weak?
"You, too?" Sungyeol said, walking out of Hoya's room.
"Huh?"
"You and Sungjong fought?"
Myungsoo just whimpered and laid on the ground, curled up into a ball, knees huddled up to his chest. "Can I die yet, hyung?" he asked.
"That's not worth losing Sungjong," he answered, bending down and patting Myungsoo's back.
"It is when I've already lost him..."
Sungyeol just sighed and walked away. He needed fresh air, away from all the drama.
"Sungyeol!" Sunggyu called, cocking a finger at the younger.
Sungyeol raised an eyebrow and followed. After making sure no one else was in the kitchen with them, Sunggyu asked, "Have you been going to that prostitute club down the street?"
Sungyeol's eyes widened. How'd he figure out? Instead of nodding, Sungyeol growled. "Stay out of my business," he replied bitterly.
"Sungyeol," Sunggyu started.
"Don't bitch at me for being immoral!" he yelled. "I'll do what I want with my life!"
Before Sunggyu could say anything, the younger dashed out of the house and down the street to a familiar house. He knocked on the door shyly.
A second later, that same pretty face with messed up hair answered the door. "Back so soon?" he asked.
"How much this time?" Sungyeol said, fishing out his wallet. He usually didn't work in the day, so Sungyeol figured that it'd be a bit more pricey than usual.
The man put a hand on Sungyeol's and shoved the wallet back into his bag. "Free," he replied, pulling Sungyeol into the house. "You seem to be stressed..."
Sungyeol nodded dumbly as he was led into the familiar house, into the familiar room, pressed against familiar sheets, and touched in familiar places. Nothing new...
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): cursing
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"Sungjong... It's been almost two weeks now," Hoya whined. "He's making me all depressed!"
"What? Why should I be the one to tell him to stop having breakdowns?" he spat, simultaneously texting Ricky. "Sunggyu hyung or Sungyeol hyung can do it... He needs to learn that I'm not just his possession, but that I have a life other than just him."
"But, Sungjong--"
"Hoya?" Dongwoo said, poking his head into the room. "What'd I say about the Rubix's cube?"
Hoya sighed deeply. "Fine," he growled to Dongwoo. Turning back to Sungjong, he softly said, "Think about it. Myungsoo Breakdowns are the worst, Jongie. You have to get through this together."
Sungjong just waved him off and Hoya left with Dongwoo.
"Do you not hear anything I tell you?" Dongwoo snapped after pulling Hoya into their room.
Hoya raised an eyebrow.
"I spent an entire week with you," Dongwoo continued, "trying to teach you NOT to meddle in the maknaes' businesses, and what do you do? EXACTLY THAT!!"
"Dongwoo--"
"Shut up, and sit," he ordered.
Hoya frowned. "No," he growled.
"Hoya--"
"No! You shut up, sit down, and listen to ME for once!" he yelled.
Dongwoo zipped his mouth and folded his arms across his chest, but he refused to sit. Sitting down would show Hoya that he had power over him for the time being, and Dongwoo would not relinquish that small ounce of pride that kept him as a man.
"Sungjong is like my real dongsaeng. I want him to be happy," Hoya said. "Sungjong is that kind of person that is stubborn and waits until someone tells him he's right. Myungsoo is the kind of person that would refuse to give into failure."
"Hoya, we all love them as our own siblings," Dongwoo interrupted. "What does this change? Just stay out of their business. Let them learn things themselves."
"Why do you insist on looking the other way when our little brothers are clearly hurting each other?! Wouldn't you rather they be happy for as long as possible, all the time?"
"Would you rather solve this problem for them and then have them fight again? All the time? And then come to you every time? It's tedious work, Hoya. Let them figure it out once by themselves and then they'll catch on quickly."
Hoya ground his teeth. "Stop telling me to stay out of it," he growled. "I hate it when you order me around! Or when you keep telling me that they're old enough to take care of themselves! Just let me help them! It hurts to see--"
"Sungjong hurt?"
Hoya froze.
"You're always in their business because of Sungjong, Hoya... Myungsoo obviously doesn't like it, and quite frankly, I don't either. You're clingy to Sungjong. The little one doesn't need you anymore, Hoya. Get that through your head!"
Hoya slapped Dongwoo across the arm. "Shut up! Just leave me alone!" he screamed.
Dongwoo gladly and rapidly slammed the door behind him as he left Hoya by himself in the room.
"Hyung," Sungyeol said softly, popping his head into the room. "Did you and Dongwoo hyung just... Fight?"
Hoya bit his lip. So they had. He nodded slowly. "We fought... Our first fight... As a couple..." he said softly.
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Myungsoo pounded on the door. "Why is it that every time you're angry at me you lock me out of our room?!?!" he screamed.
"Because I don't want to take our bitterness into the place I sleep in," Sungjong snapped.
"Sungjong, please~ I need to talk with you!"
"You can talk through the door!"
"Sungjong! I need to see you!"
"Then you can talk to me AFTER my evening with RICKY!"
"What the fuck?! Are you TRYING to give me another breakdown?!"
"Why have breakdowns in the first place?"
"It's not like I can control it!"
"Well learn to!"
"Like you should learn to keep the fact that you're cheat--" Myungsoo bit his tongue.
Instantly, Sungjong flung the door open, a red angry maknae glaring at Myungsoo. "I dare you to finish that," he snarled.
Myungsoo just shook his head and allowed Sungjong to walk past him.
Sungjong just left the house with a loud slam of the door. The older couldn't help but fall to his knees, clutching at his heart. Why was he so weak?
"You, too?" Sungyeol said, walking out of Hoya's room.
"Huh?"
"You and Sungjong fought?"
Myungsoo just whimpered and laid on the ground, curled up into a ball, knees huddled up to his chest. "Can I die yet, hyung?" he asked.
"That's not worth losing Sungjong," he answered, bending down and patting Myungsoo's back.
"It is when I've already lost him..."
Sungyeol just sighed and walked away. He needed fresh air, away from all the drama.
"Sungyeol!" Sunggyu called, cocking a finger at the younger.
Sungyeol raised an eyebrow and followed. After making sure no one else was in the kitchen with them, Sunggyu asked, "Have you been going to that prostitute club down the street?"
Sungyeol's eyes widened. How'd he figure out? Instead of nodding, Sungyeol growled. "Stay out of my business," he replied bitterly.
"Sungyeol," Sunggyu started.
"Don't bitch at me for being immoral!" he yelled. "I'll do what I want with my life!"
Before Sunggyu could say anything, the younger dashed out of the house and down the street to a familiar house. He knocked on the door shyly.
A second later, that same pretty face with messed up hair answered the door. "Back so soon?" he asked.
"How much this time?" Sungyeol said, fishing out his wallet. He usually didn't work in the day, so Sungyeol figured that it'd be a bit more pricey than usual.
The man put a hand on Sungyeol's and shoved the wallet back into his bag. "Free," he replied, pulling Sungyeol into the house. "You seem to be stressed..."
Sungyeol nodded dumbly as he was led into the familiar house, into the familiar room, pressed against familiar sheets, and touched in familiar places. Nothing new...