how infinite members think they’re in love with kim sunggyu; and the one who really does
pairing/characters: everybody/sunggyu
rating: R
author notes: 2, 408 words for taenyyyy dude i can't write gangbang!sunggyu because sungjong. haha.
(sungjong)
when sungjong said in an interview that he thought sunggyu was a really nice guy everyone could rely on; he didn’t just blabber it for the sake of infinite and the leader’s image.
he was telling the truth.
and there was a particular period when―no; the feeling still lingers now, whenever sunggyu praises him or when sunggyu hugs him. the feeling that his heart is about to burst out in million pieces because of a simple happiness. it’s nice, you know?
sungjong finds himself also addicted to sunggyu’s motherly smile, the perfectly huggable body, and when sunggyu speaks in a very, very patient tone. he often thinks about his feeling, but there’s still a doubt somewhere. is he really in love with infinite’s leader or is he just being a baby for missing his parents? he can’t help but to think that sunggyu is his umma, with all the nag nag nag and constant fussing. sunggyu takes care of him so well that he might hallucinated that he loves the older boy.
but whatever, right? he’s sure his brain is overacting, like usual. he hums as sunggyu strokes his hair and slowly, he loses consciousness in sunggyu’s embrace. he’ll just hold on for as long as he can.
sungjong believes everybody loves kim sunggyu, anyway.
(myungsoo)
sometimes, myungsoo thinks sunggyu is too much.
too much for his sanity, that is.
“myungsoo-yah?” the older boy mumbles, raising his head a little from where he’s sprawling on their dorm’s living room floor; sungjong clinging to him, asleep. they’re having a movie night, and everyone has passed out. myungsoo’s developed habit to stare at infinite’s leader is at its finest peak tonight.
he blinks and smirks.
“what, hyung?” he fakes a confidence; as if he wasn’t startled when he was caught.
sunggyu huffs cutely and says, “you’re still watching? don’t forget to turn it off later, alright?”
“sure.” myungsoo drawls, his overacting brain is starting to contemplate possibilities of what could he do to an unarmed kim sunggyu about a meter from where he’s sitting.
he could―
“hyung,” he turns off the tv with a remote, not caring that he doesn’t mind the dvd player. “hyung can i sleep next to you?” he stares intently to emphasize that he doesn’t take a no for an answer.
sunggyu frowns, looking to his unoccupied left space. he nods before gently scooting over, cradling sungjong’s head in the process. myungsoo wants to kick the maknae for having such luck.
his nose is invaded by a pleasant scent as soon as he tucks his face against sunggyu’s neck. sunggyu lets him drape an arm over his waist, and myungsoo has to will himself not to―what―to get hard, or something. he’s been staring at those hips for a long time now; because they fascinate him. for a guy, sunggyu has wide hips, and somehow myungsoo’s gaze always drop down there. he doesn’t see sunggyu shirtless that often, and when he did on infinite’s second invasion concert day one; he got hard and had to jerk off and came in a minute, a record indeed, while imagining sunggyu naked and moving his hips to react to invisible hands mapping his sinful body.
fuck.
“myungsoo-yah? you okay?” sunggyu whispers right to the crown of his head; his hot breath makes myungsoo shudder.
he coughs and fakes a sleepy response. his dick is tamed, thankfully.
sunggyu chuckles and kisses his forehead briefly. “go to sleep, visual dongsaeng, don’t want you to get any more of those pretty panda eyes.”
myungsoo smiles, and wonders if everybody loves kim sunggyu anyway.
(sungyeol)
for sungyeol, it’s a pure crush. by now he’s sure he’s got a crush on infinite’s hamster-like leader. it comes and goes, but it’s a crush.
sungyeol’s crush is leveling up at times like this; when sunggyu is makeup free and his face bloats a little from sleep. he thinks sunggyu looks so cute and, you know, inviting.
“good morning, hyung,” sungyeol greets with a cup of coffee on his hand. anytime now, sunggyu will ask him what he wants for breakfast and this is when sungyeol feels accomplished by himself; the two of them in the kitchen while the others are still asleep.
he likes to imagine they’re just an ordinary domestic couple about to start their long day.
“breakfast?” sunggyu smiles before he bends down to get orange juice from the refrigerator. sungyeol appreciates the view, because pajama pants does its magic to the swell of sunggyu’s ass (he has to bite the rim of his cup or else he’d be whistling like a horny wolf).
he keeps on watching as sunggyu’s throat works the refreshing liquid down. sunggyu sets his used glass near sungyeol’s elbow. and yeah, sometimes when no one is looking usually he licks at where sunggyu’s lips were pressed on the glass. just because he can.
“let’s make fried rice, hyung, i bought a new brand of instant seasoning yesterday.” sungyeol gets up and reaches to the cabinet to get the instant seasoning. he doesn’t do skinship with the older boy, and usually he’s content enough with how his chest is pressed against sunggyu’s back (his crotch is happy, too).
“here,” he takes the sachet and gives it to sunggyu. sunggyu briefly reads the instruction and tells sungyeol to get the eggs, the vegetables, and orders him to crack and chop while he washes the rice.
see? aren’t they look like a married couple? even better, sunggyu chuckles at sungyeol’s not-so-unintentional attempt to refer them as hubby and waifu. when he’s lucky, sunggyu will raise his voice an octave for a response to his, “jagiyaaa~i’ve done the vegetables, what should i do now?”
“aw, hubby is so perfect. now just finish your coffee, love, and wait for my masterpiece.” although, really, woohyun is a better cook than sungyeol’s ‘morning waifu’. but sungyeol never complains.
he knows infinite members never complain, either, maybe it’s because everybody loves kim sunggyu anyway.
(dongwoo)
dongwoo cherishes on the fact that he makes sunggyu laughs most of the time. like, he’s infinite’s leader personal mood booster.
today is their free day, and dongwoo has been thinking to take sunggyu shopping. he saw a nice sweater on his favorite shop and had thought he wanted to buy it for the older boy. he doesn’t know why, but he just wants sunggyu to smile at his small gift.
so he asks sunggyu out and sunggyu agrees, says that he wants to buy a new self-improvement book. dongwoo starts to think of ways to make sunggyu let him buy it.
sometimes, dongwoo likes to tell himself that he’s doing everything in order to ‘practice’. like, you know, practicing how to make his future girlfriend happy. because their company doesn’t allow infinite to date, sunggyu is more than enough for dongwoo. that’s a poor excuse/reasoning, but sunggyu never protests whenever dongwoo pays for their foods and taxi fees and hot chocolates.
“where do you want to go first?” sunggyu asks as he fixes his burgundy hair. dongwoo’s hand itches to do it for the older boy.
“there’s this cute sweater~” and dongwoo takes sunggyu’s arm.
when they’re on the bus, a couple of girls recognize them. and then they have a stash of chocolate, all of a sudden. dongwoo feels like feeding sunggyu, but that’s too much, right? so he answers whatever question the girls have for them. they give them autographs and take selcas on each girl’s handphones. there’s this particular girl who also have burgundy hair and small eyes, but still dongwoo thinks sunggyu is better looking than her.
sunggyu agrees that the sweater is cute, but, “isn’t it a little bit baggy for you?”
dongwoo can’t hide his happy laugh, “don’t be silly, hyung, i’m buying it for you!”
sunggyu smiles, his eyes disappear. “aw, really?” he’s used to dongwoo buying everything for him, so he’s not that surprised anymore. the sweater is cute, he’s not going to be modest about it. “okay, then. thanks, dongwoo-yah.”
“anytime!” dongwoo pays for the red sweater and they go to the nearest bookstore. again, dongwoo pays for sunggyu’s self improvement book. but this time sunggyu insists he pays for their lunch. dongwoo’s brain provides an info that yeah, sometimes girlfriends do pay for their boyfriends. he nods eagerly.
they decide to be irresponsible for once and eat at the mcdonald’s. sunggyu moans when he bites on his big mac, and dongwoo sniffs.
on their way back home, dongwoo notices there’s an eyelash on sunggyu’s left cheek. he stops the older boy from telling him about a new variety show, and reaches. sunggyu frowns cutely, then smiles when dongwoo shows him what he’s got.
“thanks―”
“hyung, if i’m doing this to my girlfriend, do you think it’s a wise idea to kiss her afterward?”
sunggyu blushes; they’re practically on each other’s personal spaces.
“i guess? give her a sign though,” sunggyu answers, “like, look at her in the eyes and lean forward slowly. when she doesn’t protest and closes her eyes instead, then you can kiss her.”
“hmmm,” dongwoo’s eyes pierce into sunggyu’s, and sunggyu blinks. “like this?” he brings a hand to touch sunggyu’s wrist. sunggyu’s eyes flutter closed, and that’s a sign from the girlfriend to continue, right, so dongwoo does.
sunggyu sighs into the kiss, and dongwoo tilts his head to press closer. but because jang dongwoo is your twenty one year old naive man, he pulls back not long after, leaving sunggyu confused but relieved at the same time.
“your lips are so soft, hyung!” dongwoo grins and takes sunggyu’s hand. sunggyu clears his throat as the only response, and dongwoo doesn’t mind; he gets to kiss his lovable hyung today.
ah, that’s such an understatement of the century! everybody loves kim sunggyu anyway!
(hoya)
hoya finds sunggyu on his room, his newly bought self improvement book on his lap; opened, but not read.
“hyung?” hoya closes the door and sits on the floor, resting his chin on the bed. sunggyu blinks and smiles slightly, but it looks kinda off.
“you okay?”―did dongwoo do something?―he asks and touches sunggyu’s knee.
sunggyu bites his bottom lip, chewing it for a moment before answering hesitantly, “dongwoo kissed me.”
damn.
dongwoo is getting braver and braver everyday.
“and...?” hoya raises an eyebrow to conceal his frown.
“and...i dunno,” sunggyu whines. “i don’t think i like it, but i don’t hate it either.”
a spark of something akin to jealousy invades hoya’s brain. he blurts out,
“whose kiss is better? mine or dongwoo’s?”
the tips of sunggyu’s ears are reddening. hoya waits.
“it doesn’t matter,” sunggyu moves to lie on his stomach, burying his face to his pillow, and in attempt to change the awkward situation he asks what hoya wants for dinner.
“you.” and before hoya can really understand what’s happening with his blinded heart, he climbs to the bed and tosses the book to the floor; and then he bites sunggyu’s nape. hard.
sunggyu moans. infinite’s leader is known to have a quick sexual reaction, according to hoya’s experiences (plural, because sunggyu always complies whenever hoya is stressed and needs tension reliever; that is, of course, his very own sinful body).
“ssh,” hoya sucks at the back of sunggyu’s left ear. “i’ll be quick, hyung, i just want to remind you that i’m better than anyone. remember that.” and then he slips his hands onto the waistband of sunggyu’s basket ball shorts; revealing the swelling of pale ass. true to his words, he wastes no time and spreads the globes apart, then he dives his already salivated tongue inside; moans at the musky scent and how sunggyu shudders and tightens his walls around him.
hoya probes deeper with his stiffened tongue, holding down sunggyu’s hips as sunggyu thrashes wildly. he growls when sunggyu’s whole body jerk, and with one swift motion he lifts and spreads sunggyu’s thighs so he can reach for sunggyu’s half hard cock.
sunggyu whines high, and hoya warns him with a painful squeeze to the base of his cock.
“h-hoya,” sunggyu sniffs pitifully, “wh-why?”
to be honest? hoya doesn’t even know why; this time it’s practically nonconsensual, and he should be disgusted by himself but no. no. knowing that there’s another infinite member kissing kim sunggyu infuriates him.
if only he knows that everybody does love kim sunggyu anyway.
(woohyun)
at the end of the day, woohyun is the one who gets to say the three words.
he spoons the older boy who doesn’t show up at dinner, and figures out that hoya just had his way with sunggyu.
he doesn’t ask what’s the problem; he just slides onto sunggyu’s bunk and back hugs him, murmuring a song. sunggyu has been crying, he knows, for every shaky breaths that he takes.
after a while, sunggyu moves to face woohyun, and under the artificial light his flushed face looks so beautiful woohyun knows he loves this fine creature. he smiles,
“hey.”
sunggyu returns the smile.
“aren’t my hamster hungry?” he pokes sunggyu’s nose. “want to have pizza? let’s go.”
“i―” sunggyu’s voice come out hoarse. “i’ve had junk food with dongwoo, woohyun-ah, i’m not really hungry.”
woohyun fakes a pout, “okay.” sunggyu’s smile gets a little wider now.
“i love you, hyung,” woohyun pinches sunggyu’s damp cheek. “i love you very much.”
sunggyu closes his eyes, but he doesn’t answer; he never does. he generalizes all of infinite members’ feeling for him as brotherly love; except for hoya, whose love is graced with lust. he doesn’t want to let his members down, so he lets them expressing what they have for him freely; sungjong’s clinginess, myungsoo’s intense stare, sungyeol’s hubby-waifu game, dongwoo’s innocent dates, hoya’s aggressive touches, and woohyun’s ‘i love you’.
sunggyu never dares to choose which ones is the best; he has to be fair. but deep down, sometimes, he’s sure woohyun’s is genuine. hoya’s is genuine, too, but hoya needs to hurt and sunggyu doesn’t really fond of pain.
so sunggyu just assumes that everybody loves him, and doesn’t question anything.
t h e e n d