good vibrations (standalone)
pairing/characters: woohyun/sunggyu, sungyeol
rating: R to NC-17ish
summary: it's just a bet. high school AU.
author notes: 2, 981 words of…hidden unpleasant characterisation. i swear, even i couldn't figure out the nam woohyun here. one second he's being sweet, and then he turns into a wacko who doesn't want to lose his best friend but mercilessly uses a boy who loves him to accomplish. woohyun, he. i swear.
you've been warned.
everything is just so fucking boring lately and woohyun craves for some breakout.
he might or might not tell sungyeol his best friend about this agonizing fact intentionally; because sungyeol is a certified prankster ever since they’re on diapers.
so the bet happens.
sungyeol dares him to make out with the president of student council kim sunggyu, within a week, and photo/video evidences are necessary.
woohyun just shrugs and agrees.
“because i’m pretty sure you’re so going to fail, it’s only fair if i give you something in return.” sungyeol nods diplomatically like a pro.
woohyun snorts, “whatever is fine. i don’t care. that sunggyu-chingu is not bad looking.” he’s a new kid in woolim high, moving back to seoul from busan after five years. he’s seen kim sunggyu a couple of times before, and although he’s not the gossipy type he’s also heard a lot about the boy.
“i know, he has a fansclub, okay?” sungyeol munches on his umma’s bibimbap, sounding grumpy all of a sudden. “hmmm, what do you want? but you have everything already. how about i will do all your homework for a week? and vice versa, of course.”
“deal.” woohyun grabs sungyeol’s spoon and starts eating. he has everything, alright, but not homemade lunch. no.
sungyeol just rolls his eyes and lets woohyun devours his food. he’s got plenty anyway.
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day one:
taken from nam woohyun’s brain database;
kim sunggyu. birthday unknown. from class 3-A the class of the smartAss. favorite leisure time is probably studying. a little bit taller. pale. no eyes. pink lips. broad but somehow squishy body. he can sing that’s for sure. popular. must be a virgin.
“yah,” sungyeol elbows his head. no, really. he does. woohyun is not surprised anymore by the action but he growls in return.
“you know the bet starts from today, right?” sungyeol takes his seat right in front of woohyun’s.
“yeah, i’ll give you evidences by the next monday.” woohyun kicks sungyeol’s chair. sungyeol ignores him, just gives him a thumb up.
the thing is, kim sunggyu is also well known to always reject love confessions―so far―from girls. there was a rumor once that maybe kim sunggyu is gay. but hey, it’s not that woohyun is going to profess his undying love for the other boy. it’s just a simple bet.
/
later that day on lunch break, as woohyun takes the last step to reach the second floor, his lunch flies from his arms as he collides into some stupid fucktard. he can always buy a new set of smoked beef sandwich + chocolate milk but this is just downright ridiculous.
“fucker,” he mutters under his breath as he kneels to clean up the mess.
the fucktard kneels down too and that’s when woohyun’s brain receive a jesus christ background music because kim sunggyu is giving him a nervous smile and up thisclose, he really has palepalepale skin.
“i’m so sorry,”―is he lisping?―“let me buy you lunch.”
“you know,” woohyun smirks, “never mind. are you free after school?”
kim sunggyu blinks and tilts his head cutely.
“i have cram school. why?” he says. they get up and throws the wasted food to the nearest trashcan.
“that’s too bad,” woohyun fakes a displeased expression. “how about tomorrow?”
“i am free tomorrow.” kim sunggyu’s eyes light up. woohyun’s suspicion that he can totally use the other boy’s guilt for a blackmail is proven. kim sunggyu is so desperate to make things right between them.
“cool, give me your phone number,” woohyun fishes out his iphone, “i’ll text you how should you pay for my lunch.”
“okay.” kim sunggyu nods determinedly before recites his digits. then he smiles and woohyun resists the urge to frown at the pretty display. “i’m so sorry for your lunch, but i hope you’re not mad at me―oh! pardon me, i’m kim sunggyu.”
woohyun takes the offered hand and shakes it firmly, “nam woohyun. in case you’re wondering, i got transferred this semester.”
kim sunggyu laughs shortly. “that’s why your face is not familiar! alright, woohyun-sshi, i have to go. i’m sorry again. see you tomorrow.”
“sure.” woohyun can’t help his smirk. he didn’t think it’d be this easy, but he’s not complaining. making out with kim sunggyu, eh? woohyun won’t say no if he gets the opportunity to fuck kim sunggyu. nope. the boy seems worth it.
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day two:
kim sunggyu is the fucking cutest creature ever.
he shows up on lunch break, shyly asking sungyeol―of all people―where is woohyun-sshi’s seat. sungyeol raises his eyebrows so high that he looks ridiculous when he turns around and points at sleepy woohyun by the window. kim sunggyu thanks him and greets back a couple of girls who greet him.
woohyun blinks, because kim sunggyu has a box in his hands.
a lunch box.
“hi,” kim sunggyu says, biting his bottom lip. woohyun just frowns.
“um, i’m so sorry, i have an appointment with kyunghee’s representatives after school and i can’t miss it. so i thought maybe you’d like to accept my apology like this,” he puts the lunch box on woohyun’s desk. “i made it myself. i hope when you eat it you will be able to feel my sincerity. i’m really, really sorry we can’t go today.”
from a good distance, sungyeol curses with a loud laugh. the rest of 3-C are gasping.
woohyun is taken aback, he frowns even harder to the lunch box and not answering kim fucking sunggyu who squirms uncomfortably.
woohyun catches kim sunggyu’s wrist just in time when the other boy makes a move to leave; the tips os his ears are red.
“where are you going?” woohyun brilliantly asks.
“i’m...going to eat lunch?” kim sunggyu blinks.
“then let’s eat lunch together.” woohyun doesn’t let go as he drags kim sunggyu out of the classroom.
/
“so you’re back here in seoul from busan?” sunggyu―because woohyun believes they’re getting closer now―asks before he takes a gulp of his pocari sweat.
“yeah,” woohyun shrugs. “this is really good. you cook?”
sunggyu smiles sheepishly, “i just have a lot of time this morning. is it really okay?”
“it’s not okay,” woohyun says it with a serious tone that sunggyu pouts. then he continues, “this is more than okay, sunggyu-yah. don’t pout. you make me fall in love.”
sunggyu laughs out loud at that. woohyun gets an idea.
“what? you don’t believe me?” he tests the water. he’s got a vague idea how to win the bet easily.
“that’s so sweet,” sunggyu wipes the corners of his eyes, “but we have to focus on university entrance exam, remember?”
“i must be very distracting if you say it like that.” woohyun smirks. it’s a good thing that sunggyu sits against the wall of the school’s deserted rooftop. it makes things easier.
sunggyu hangs his head low, a shy smile blooming on his face. woohyun grows bold. he puts the lunch box aside and reaches for his iphone as he scoots closer. he’s activated the silent mode so if he manages to snap a photo of him devouring sunggyu’s lips, then it will be fine.
sunggyu looks up hesitantly, his tiny eyes glazing. woohyun gently sets aside sunggyu’s lunchbox and leans forward. sunggyu closes his eyes, but he’s not flinching. that’s a good sign.
woohyun’s fingers play with the sleek body of his iphone as he presses his lips towards sunggyu’s. sunggyu is obviously holding his breath, so woohyun uses his free hand to cup sunggyu’s chubby cheek; coaxing the other boy to just relax.
woohyun kisses sunggyu slowly, he decides that he likes kissing a boy and therefore he should takes his time. sunggyu finally sighs into the kiss and slumps against the wall as woohyun makes a progress.
woohyun opens his mouth wider to heat up their kiss a little, because he’s ready to take a picture right now. sunggyu makes a cute sound at the back of his throat at the ministration, and unconsciously opens his mouth too. woohyun’s tongue darts out to lick sunggyu’s, and as sunggyu moans, woohyun raises his right hand and presses the shutter button. he deepens the kiss as he waits for the camera to get ready to capture more photos.
he ends up taking three, and sunggyu is flushing when he breaks their kiss.
that gay rumor thingy. it’s probably true. whatever, sungyeol is his homework slave for a week.
for a good measure, woohyun nuzzles the line of sunggyu’s jaw. sunggyu swallows and grips woohyun’s biceps.
“i―what are you doing, woohyun-ah?” sunggyu asks, breathless.
woohyun is feeling oh so smug right now that a genuine smile appears naturally.
sunggyu blushes even more at the sight.
“what? i should’ve taken you to a date first?” woohyun rubs circles on sunggyu’s hips. “you’re the one who can’t go today. not my fault.”
sunggyu slaps his forearm weakly.
“i said i’m sorry.”
“i know i know, i was just joking.”
suddenly, sunggyu wraps his arms around woohyun’s shoulders. woohyun frowns but he hugs back a moment too late, wondering what the hell is going on.
“you’re not going to tell anyone, are you? promise me you won’t woohyun-ah.”
oh.
“you have my words, sunggyu-yah. besides, i’m not like, gay. it’s cool.”
sunggyu goes rigid. a split second later he scrambles off to his feet, runs towards the stairs, comes back again to get his lunch box, and finally leaves for good. it all happens in a flash and woohyun doesn’t have time to process everything that quick and when he does, the bell rings thrice; lunch break is over.
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the next week:
sungyeol admits a defeat. he only needs to take a glance on woohyun’s iphone to know that his best friend wins the bet.
“so what now, woohyun-ah?” he asks out of curiosity. because it must be awkward if woohyun crosses path with sunggyu from now on.
woohyun shrugs lazily.
“seriously?” sungyeol shakes his head. “you’re really a bastard, uri woohyun-chingu. you really are.”
“whatever, lee sungyeol, it was a simple bet. guys don’t use heart. if sunggyu does, that’s his problem. not mine.”
sungyeol prays that woohyun will get a karma for that.
/
actually, woohyun has been watching sunggyu from afar. the other boy looks distressed; his skin loses its glow and his smile doesn’t really reach his eyes. there are times when he contemplates to talk to sunggyu; be it via telephone or man-on-man, but what’s there to talk about, really?
hey, so. i had a bet. i had to make out with you. but don’t be such a tightass about it, sunggyu-yah, your secret is safe with me.
woohyun will be damned if he crushes sunggyu’s feeling even more.
but that’s the headache, okay?
apparently, sunggyu has a feeling for woohyun. it is whether sunggyu is secretly a girl (because a real man should be okay with all those ‘one night stand’ shits), or woohyun is the one who becomes too heartless for his own good (sungyeol said the word already; a bastard).
but come on.
it’s a bet. what did sungyeol expect? should he fall in love for real with sunggyu so sungyeol will stop ignoring him?
woohyun drills a hole at the back of sungyeol’s head. he feels like throwing the thick calculus text book to that stupid head. what kind of best friend lee sungyeol is, ignoring him for breaking the heart of president of the student council?
and before he can spell his name properly, woohyun throws the thick calculus text book to sungyeol’s head.
ahn-songsaenim yells as sungyeol strangles woohyun. they fight shortly before their classmates pull them apart. woohyun gets a detention for two days while sungyeol goes to the infirmary to check on his swollen head.
/
as if god is playing a dirty trick on him; the detention clearly states that he has to help the student council stacking documents and stacking the books in the library.
sunggyu is there, not looking at him all the while explaining which papers go to which drawers and shits. the other student council members have gone home, because why bother if you have a very dedicated president to do all the little things?
woohyun does his job quietly, although he can’t help but to steal glances at sunggyu; who does homework or something on the big, typical president-ish desk by the window. the afternoon sun casts eerily beautiful shadow on sunggyu’s pale skin, and his throat is looking so sexy, somehow, with how sunggyu has loosened his tie and the first two buttons of his white shirt.
he’s staring, he’s well aware of that, but he can’t stop.
sunggyu clears his throat about gazillion years later, blinking uncomfortably and holding his pen a little bit too tight his knuckles are white.
“are you done?” he asks with a small voice.
“no.” woohyun closes the drawer with a bang before he stalks towards sunggyu, who is seriously panicking right now.
“w-woohyun-ah?”
“sungyeol is ignoring me. it’s been a week. and i think that’s because of you,” woohyun stands right in front of sunggyu, “he’s my best friend. but he’s ignoring me.”
“i’m sorry,” sunggyu backs away, but woohyun is quicker. he pulls sunggyu to his feet and spins him so he’s slammed to the desk. sunggyu winces, but woohyun just tightens his hands on both of sunggyu’s wrists.
“w-woohyun-ah, it hurts...”
“i’ve been a good boy. i never tell anyone about your secret, sunggyu-yah,” woohyun is pretty sure he’s going crazy. he licks sunggyu’s quivering bottom lip. he doesn’t know why he does it. “but sungyeol looks at me like i’m so disgusting. did i do something?”
“n-no,” sunggyu closes his eyes. “please let me go. i’m-i’m sorry.”
woohyun stares down at the crown of sunggyu’s black hair, sniffing a faint strawberry scent.
“do you like me, sunggyu-yah?” that question makes sunggyu jerk and whines. “answer me.”
sunggyu shakes his head, being a stubborn gay boy.
“why me?” woohyun presses their hips, and sunggyu whines again.
“i’m sorry i’m sorry i will not come near you anymore, i’m sorry! but please don’t tell anyone that i―hmppph!”
woohyun kisses sunggyu’s babbling mouth brutally. he presses sunggyu further against the desk so he can’t escape and then he starts to unbuckle his own belt. sunggyu claws at woohyun’s shoulders, but woohyun doesn’t budge. he flips sunggyu again so now sunggyu’s face is pressed on the desk, his lower body bending. woohyun unbuckles sunggyu’s belt, quickly stripping off the crying boy’s trousers down to his ankles and his mouth waters at the sight of pale and plump ass.
he never fucks a boy before, but like he said earlier he is so not going to waste such opportunity.
woohyun spits to his left hand, spreads the saliva all over his fingers and inserts two digits into sunggyu’s virgin hole. sunggyu chokes back a sob/moan, and woohyun shushes him,
“don’t attract attention, sunggyu-yah, you don’t want anyone to find out about your secret, right? so please shut your pretty mouth.”
sunggyu hums a panicky sound but complies. woohyun rewards him with a third finger, gently scissoring its way to widen the velvety walls. sunggyu is tensing violently, but woohyun decides they don’t have much time so he pulls his fingers out and spits again to coat his hard cock with saliva.
he thrusts in slowly, too overwhelmed by the tight sensation. this is a crossroad in between heaven and hell, woohyun’s cloudy brain muses as sunggyu pushes back against his cock; rotating his ass in an autopilot mode.
huh.
woohyun grabs a handful of hair and straightens sunggyu’s body as he begins his powerful thrusts. sunggyu grips the edge of the desk, moaning heavily and at some point begging at woohyun to fuck him harder, faster.
woohyun bites sunggyu’s nape as he smirks and speeds up. his left hand creeps inside sunggyu’s shirt and pinches an erect nipple. that does the magic, because with a high mewl sunggyu cum; clenching his ass in process, trapping woohyun’s throbbing cock even more.
woohyun cum after eleven more thrusts and sunggyu sighs dreamily as woohyun’s warm seed coats his ass. some are leaking to his pale thighs, and when woohyun pulls out sunggyu collapses to the desk; his knees are wobbling to support him.
sunggyu’s swollen hole is fucking twitching and the whole room smells like sex. woohyun leans forward to grab the ass cheeks and parts them; liking the musky scent emanating from there. without thinking twice he plunges his tongue into sunggyu’s hole; licking religiously while sunggyu lies there lifelessly.
/
while he’s inside sunggyu, woohyun finally understands one important thing.
he just needs to be sunggyu’s boyfriend, and that way, sungyeol will talk to him again.
he will do anything just so sungyeol will be his idiotic best friend again.
huh. that’s easy, why didn’t he think of that before? becoming kim sunggyu’s boyfriend. he can do that.
t h e e n d