MEMBERSHIPS ONLY I
Memberships Only
Hoya/Sungjong ; Myungsoo/Sungyeol ; Dongwoo/Sunggyu/Woohyun
Rating: R (language, sexual humor, deal with it)
Word-count: 15.7K+
Hoya, Sungjong, Myungsoo, Dongwoo, Sunggyu, and Woohyun are members of the prestigious Woollim Country Club, a gathering place for the wealthy and famous. What begins as a harmless golfing and charity function turns out less than harmless when everyone has ulterior motives for the day in mind.
Originally written for a prompt on infinitememe here. This is the revised and cleaned up version. Feel free to point out any editing mistakes I have missed.
“Can’t you just park over there? There’s a spot open!” Sungjong pointed ahead of their new Range Rover towards the front row spot. They had just passed through the gates and were on their way into the country club.
Hoya drove past it, circling the vehicle around to the main building’s entrance.
“And you just missed it.” Sungjong turned his head and stared at Hoya, who was bobbing his head to the hip hop song playing through the speakers, “Are you even listening to me?”
Hoya slowed the car down to a stop in front of the doors, “Yes, but we have to show off our new baby, plus, I pay good money for valet parking and I’m going to use it.”
Putting his window up, Sungjong flexed his toes and picked up his bag, “Seriously, are you going to talk about the new car the whole time we are here?” Sungjong was beginning to get irritated with Hoya’s attitude on motorized vehicles. Ever since they had picked it up from the dealer two days ago his husband had been babying it like it had a soul. He swore Hoya spent more time in the underground garage of their high-rise apartment last night than he did in the bathroom.
“Sungjong, it’s a Range Rover.” Hoya put the car into park, turned it off, and took out the keys.
Sungjong unbuckled his seatbelt and did a quick check in the sun visor’s mirror, “I know it’s a Range Rover, but I still like our Mercedes better.” His hair needed a quick adjustment, but that was the problem with leaving the window open. Everything blew around because speed limits were more like recommendations in some areas.
“Hey, you can drive the Mercedes whenever you want, it’s just in the garage.”
If Hoya put it like that, maybe he would. He’d take the Mercedes to go grocery shopping, and see if Hoya cared about that. Shove a couple cases of wine into the trunk, go back and drink it out of their expensive crystal on the white sofa in only his silk bathrobe, perhaps he’d get hot and the bathrobe would fall off. Maybe hump the couch like their two and a half month old puppy.
Why was he jealous of a car of all things?
Sungjong stepped out and slammed his door shut behind him, fishing with one hand in his bag for his sunglasses. He could hear Hoya talking to the valet attendant about being extra careful and not to leave a single scratch. Finding his sunglasses, Sungjong slipped them over his eyes, waiting for Hoya to get his golf clubs out so they could go inside and he sit himself down at the bar and order a long island iced tea.
An arm slipped around his waist, “You know, you look gorgeous today.”
“I look good everyday,” Sungjong said, relaxing into Hoya’s touch, “but you should tell me more often.” It had taken him a long time that morning to pick out a shirt and pair of pants he liked because Hoya kept putting his destructive hands on them and messing up his clean ironed shirts.
The hand snaked down to his lower back, sliding lower and lower, “How about I treat you tonight?” Hoya stuck his hand in Sungjong’s pants pocket.
“Hoya not here!” said Sungjong, pushing Hoya away, “Just go play golf or something.”
Hoya moved away, wheeling his golf bag with him and laughing. “You sure you don’t want to play today? We can share clubs.”
“No thanks, I just want to get some sunshine and read my book.” He followed Hoya into the building, a few steps behind him. Honestly, the last thing that was on his mind was reading, but Hoya didn’t need to know that.
“Wait for me and we’ll eat a late lunch together, I’ll send you a text,” Hoya said, kissing Sungjong on the cheek. Sungjong smiled and slapped Hoya’s side.
“Just go before I hurt you.”
Hoya’s eyebrows raised eyebrows, sunglasses shifting up slightly, “Is that a threat?”
Raising his fist, Sungjong made to hit Hoya on the shoulder, but Hoya moved away.
“Alright I get it I’m going!”
Finally, Sungjong thought, he had to go find Woohyun and catch up on the latest gossip. It had been a week since he had been able to come to the country club to talk and drink, and that was a lot of lost time in country club socializing. He had about fifteen pictures on his phone of Sarangi doing adorable poses to share with everyone.
Sunggyu sipped his lemon drop martini, a sour expression on his face that wasn’t from the drink. He had come out to drink on the veranda and saw a familiar couple step out of an unfamiliar car.
Woohyun sat down next to him, setting his vodka lemonade on the table, “Why the ugly face?”
Sunggyu pointed down below them, “Look, Hoya got a new car, again.” Sometimes, Sunggyu just wanted to punch Hoya in the stomach to get rid of that cocky can do attitude he sported.
Not that punching would fix anything, but it would make him feel better. Hoya was like that annoying kid that always did the opposite of what you told them to do (just to fuck with you of course).
“Well, he didn’t buy it from me,” Woohyun said, squeezing his lemon wedge into this drink, “I told him I’d give him a good deal if he wanted one of ours. That bastard. Well, maybe he’ll sell one of us the Mercedes.”
“Good luck prying that out of Sungjong’s death grip.” Sunggyu gave Woohyun a skeptical look; “It’s more likely he’ll start playing golf before that happens.”
Nodding his head, Woohyun agreed. “I don’t know why Hoya bothers, Sungjong hates golf. And why do you care so much that they got a new car anyway? I thought you liked your BMW.”
“I swear he’s taunting me, he always gets a new car after I get one. I don’t think he’s even trying to hide it anymore,” Sunggyu replied. He stabbed his toothpick into his plate of fruit, spearing a piece of pineapple through its center. “Why am I friends with that son of a bitch again?”
“Stop being melodramatic because Dongwoo isn’t here.”
Sunggyu narrowed his eyes and shoved the piece of pineapple into his mouth, chewing down hard. “I’m not being melodramatic, and what does Dongwoo have to do with any of this?” He crossed his legs and pointed his toothpick at Woohyun.
There was something mischievous in Woohyun’s smile.
“Okay seriously, when was the last time you got laid?”
“Woohyun.”
Woohyun chuckled, “I’m guessing it’s been a while, lady luck not on your side lately? Maybe you should lay off the alcohol, your polo’s looking a bit tight.”
“First, fuck you I’m not fucking fat it’s just a layer to keep me warm, and second I’m not an alcoholic.”
“Avoiding the subject I see,” Woohyun said, holding his drink up to his lips, “should I assume it’s been a while? You want a refresher course? I’m available.”
Sunggyu snapped the toothpick in half.
Woohyun always thought he had an easy ticket into his pants ever since they got drunk on their country club group three-day cruise and ended up fucking in Woohyun’s stateroom. He still wasn’t sure how that had happened, but waking up the next day had been awkward as hell. Even thinking about it made him irrationally mad.
“Wow, you two started drinking early,” Sungjong said, appearing next to them at the table with a tall glass with plenty of ice in hand.
Sunggyu rolled his eyes, like Sungjong was one to speak about drinking with one in his hand.
“It’s almost eleven, a perfectly good time to start noon time drinking.” Woohyun shook his half full glass, “Haven’t seen you since last weekend.”
“Tell me about it hyung, Hoya had to go away on business and I decided to stay at home to take care of Sarangi.”
Sunggyu wet his lips with his drink, “I see you got a new car, again.”
“I’m so sick of hearing about cars, but I’ve got the extra set of keys if you want to take a ride,” said Sungjong. He dug the keys out of his bag and set them on the table. “I prefer a smaller car, but you know Hoya’s taste. If he had his way with everything, the entire apartment would be purple.”
“You married him,” Woohyun said, “I told you years ago to watch out for that one.”
Sungjong threw his hands in the air, “Thank god I only married him for his money!”
Sunggyu looked at Woohyun, and then stared at Sungjong, squinting his eyes. He wouldn’t be surprised if that were true.
“I’m kidding you guys.”
Well, now Sunggyu was disappointed.
Under the canopy of the golf cart, Sungyeol was glad that Myungsoo wasn’t pestering him about what he’d been up to lately, but he was sure Myungsoo was staring at him behind those dark shades of his. Myungsoo was a mystery Sungyeol had yet to understand. When he’d met Myungsoo for the first time, Sungyeol had to admit that he was a bit starstruck.
Just when would he have the chance to be the caddy for the actor whose weekly drama he was watching on television religiously? It was like all his wishes had been answered.
Except, he wasn’t anything like what he’d been expecting. Myungsoo had shown up at the front desk with his new golf clubs and bag, wearing a pristine black golfing outfit. He lowered his shades, leaned his elbows on the desk, and requested a caddy with experience. Sungyeol’s gum chewing coworker took one look at Sungyeol pretending to be busy - he was pretending to polish golf balls - and paired them up.
The first time Sungyeol had shown Myungsoo around, his head was reeling with excitement over following his acting idol around. His palms sweaty and stomach fluttering with anticipation about telling him what a big fan he was - maybe even get his autograph. It was a perfect opportunity, and Myungsoo was so handsome and awesome.
It was a giant lie; Myungsoo was anything but chic actor material. Sungyeol had found that out the hard way. However, Myungsoo was a pretty fun guy, minus the strange behavior every now and then.
He shook his head, concentrating on driving, “So, Myungsoo, you get some more practice in?”
Myungsoo smiled, the corners of his lips turning up, “I was working on my swing yesterday, I think I’m better than last week.”
Nodding his head, Sungyeol spared Myungsoo a quick glance as he drove the cart out to the first hole. “That’s great, maybe you’ll get the ball closer this time.” He wasn’t real confident since Myungsoo was horrible at golf.
“You might have to show me the swing technique again, just to jog my memory.” Myungsoo said it so smooth, the words rolling right off his tongue.
“Uh, sure I guess…”
The last time Sungyeol had helped him with his swing, Myungsoo had insisted that he get behind him and put his arms around his, and it was embarrassing. It didn’t help that Myungsoo kept touching him inappropriately. A pat on the butt, a hand on his back when he went to get Myungsoo’s golf bag, and standing very close to him as he explained where the golf ball was actually supposed to go.
He couldn’t tell if Myungsoo was being friendly, or if he was being creepy. Though, it was starting to unnerve him a little bit.
Sungyeol parked the golf cart and turned the key, turning the engine off. As he was going to hop out the side, Myungsoo’s hand landed on his thigh, shocking him into jamming his elbow on the steering wheel.
“Where is the flag again?” Myungsoo asked, hand still on Sungyeol’s thigh, the other hand pointing straight ahead of them.
Myungsoo’s hand was sliding up his leg, getting closer and closer to his dick. Sungyeol was not getting paid enough for that. “Can’t you see the flag? It’s right in front of you!” Sungyeol said, he wanted to call Myungsoo out for being a fucking idiot, but he needed this job. Acting students needed to eat too.
Technically he wasn’t sure if Myungsoo would try to get him fired because he seemed to really like him, but shit Myungsoo was fucking weird. One minute he’d be normal and Sungyeol would be having a great time being his caddy, and the next he’d be hanging off Sungyeol’s arm like a leech.
Not forgetting that time when Myungsoo and his stray golf club almost hit Sungyeol in the stomach.
“Oh I see it, the red flag over there,” Myungsoo said, laughing, the collar of his black polo open, white skin flashing - not that he was looking.
Sungyeol escaped the golf cart before Myungsoo’s wandering hand touched something else. “Let’s just get golfing!” If there was a slight hitch in his voice, it was because Myungsoo’s handsome face was staring straight at him.
“I’ll help you!” Myungsoo leapt out of the golf cart, almost beating Sungyeol to his golf bag stored in back.
“No really, this is my job Myungsoo,” Sungyeol said, fighting Myungsoo over holding the golf bag.
There was a struggle, both of their hands gripping opposite sides of the bag, clubs shifting back and forth as it was tugged in two directions.
“But you’re such a help to me, just let me - ”
“No really!”
Sungyeol tugged a bit too harsh, the bag releasing from Myungsoo’s grip, and it jerked towards him, clubs spilling out over the sides, stray golf balls falling out from unzipped pockets. A club slapped Sungyeol in the face, a sharp pain stunning him into a stupor, and he screeched in surprise. Myungsoo panicked, grabbing the golf bag and throwing it off to the side.
Still shocked by having been hit in the face with the end of a club, Sungyeol stood still.
“Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?” - Myungsoo’s face hovered close to Sungyeol’s - “I have some bandages in my golf bag.”
Myungsoo’s hand was touching his forehead where the club had struck him in its flying exit of the bag. Soft manicured hands waving in front of his eyes, the hands of a real star.
“I’m - I’m good,” Sungyeol said, tongue tied and embarrassed. Once again, he made a fool out of himself in front of someone important. Myungsoo frowned at him, looking serious behind his sunglasses. “Really, I’m fine! I touch myself all the time.”
Wait, that didn’t sound right. Myungsoo’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair.
“I mean I beat myself, oh my god what am I saying I am going to shut up now.”
Sungyeol tripped over the golf clubs strewn across on the grass, regaining his balance when Myungsoo grabbed his elbow and jerked him upright. A stray golf ball slipped out from beneath his shoe.
“Are you sure you’re okay Sungyeol? Why don’t we sit down for a while?”
“No!” Sungyeol didn’t know why he felt like he was getting hysterical, or why Myungsoo looked so calm. Myungsoo was younger than him; he should be the one taking care of him. All these rich people with too much money and time on their hands must be finally making him crack. “We need to work on your swing, you need the practice. And I mean, you really need the practice.”
Myungsoo forced Sungyeol to sit down on the back of the golf cart. He slung an arm around Sungyeol’s shoulder; “I don’t mind paying for you to help me on my swing later, no beating involved, unless you want to of course.” Myungsoo’s golfing equipment was still lying in a mess at their feet.
Sungyeol laughed, “Why are you so -”
A second golf cart came speeding across the grass, its driver coming to an abrupt halt next to Sungyeol’s cart. Sungyeol tried to shrug Myungsoo’s arm off his shoulder, but Myungsoo just hugged him tight even though Sungyeol was taller and had to slouch for it to be comfortable.
“Hey Myungsoo, I didn’t know you were golfing today.” Hoya swung his legs out of the golf cart, his own golf bag in the seat next to him. “You should have texted.”
The arm loosened and slid down Sungyeol’s back, resting near his hips. Myungsoo’s voice was whiny when he spoke, “Hoya, what are you doing here?”
“Looking for rare birds with my golf clubs. No, of course I’m golfing.”
Hoya lugged his golf bag out and set it down, “So what happened here?” He pointed to the mess that had yet to be picked up.
“It was an accident, Sungyeol got hit in the face,” Myungsoo said, glancing up at Hoya who was looking unimpressed with what was going on until Sungyeol was brought into the equation.
“Hit in the face?” - Hoya chuckled - “Sounds about right.”
Sungyeol wanted to throw a golf ball at Hoya’s head so bad for that comment. Instead, he settled for giving him a dirty look. He’d been Hoya’s caddy in the past; however, he spent most of the time entertaining his husband Sungjong while Hoya golfed with his work colleagues.
Sungjong was a good guy, he reminded him of a cute younger brother, and he already had one of those, so he could afford to add another. Not that Sungjong needed to be taken care of with the millions of won he had to his name. How Sungjong had ended up with Hoya, Sungyeol had no clue. Maybe he had a nice dick.
He complained a lot about his job, but most of the guys Sungyeol caddied for were decent people - if not slightly eccentric. That was probably due to all the drink specials the bar hosted on event weekends. This weekend was a fundraiser for children’s cancer research, which brought rich people out of the woodwork because there was something about donating money and looking good while doing so that they all loved.
“Let’s golf together then,” said Hoya. He rifled through his golf bag for the club he wanted to use, “Sungjong didn’t want to golf, so I’m alone today.” Of course Sungjong didn’t want to golf, Sungyeol thought, everyone except Hoya knew Sungjong hated golf.
Peeking at Myungsoo’s face, Sungyeol noted that he didn’t seem to be too happy about Hoya showing up. There was a strain to his smile that Sungyeol hadn’t seen before on their other trips. Though, his face looked cold and sharp with his sunglasses, and it was impossible to tell what he was really expressing behind the frames.
“Sure, why don’t we? Sungyeol can help us both out, right Sungyeol?”
Sungyeol snapped his head back, “Yes, of course.”
“You’ll have to drive your own golf cart though,” Myungsoo added, getting up and picking his golf bag up off the ground, setting it back upright. That was Sungyeol’s cue to get back to work.
“You’re not going to share Myungsoo?” asked Hoya. Myungsoo must have done something that Sungyeol didn’t catch as he leaped into action, gathering the equipment into his arms. “Oh I see,” Hoya said; he went and patted Myungsoo on the back, “Good luck.”
He felt like he was missing something.
His long island iced tea was halfway gone and it wasn’t even half past eleven yet. There would be less left if he wasn’t trying to pace himself, plus he had sort of promised Woohyun they’d take a ride in the Range Rover later and he didn’t want to be driving drunk.
“Hey Sungjong?” Woohyun said, leaning back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, “Didn’t you only date Hoya in high school? Have you ever been with another man?”
Sunggyu kicked Woohyun’s chair, “You don’t want to know.”
“Well,” Sungjong began to explain, “Hoya is the only one I’ve ever been with. We started dating when I was in my last year of middle school.”
“Really? You’ve been with him that long? I thought it was just in high school. What the fuck was I doing in high school.”
“You were too busy trying to lure half the student body into your pants,” Sunggyu said, “you and that annoying friend of yours Key.”
Woohyun smiled and laid a hand on Sunggyu’s leg, “Were you jealous? And it wasn’t half the student body - it was only like fifteen people. I made long lasting business relationships with those hookups.”
“Oh excuse me for erring on your playboy past, present, and future.”
Sungjong tapped his nails on the table. Once again, Sunggyu and Woohyun were arguing with all the finesse of two kittens learning how to sharpen their claws against the living room couch. It was something Sungjong would never understand; they both lived in the same apartment building. They were even neighbors! When Woohyun ran out of sugar he went to Sunggyu’s apartment in his bathrobe and boxers asking for a cup, and Sunggyu would open the door.
He knew he was going to regret offering them a ride later.
“So, you and Hoya were doing the dirty before you graduated? I knew he stole your innocence at a young age!” Woohyun seemed surprisingly concerned for someone who fooled around himself during high school. “Isn’t that like illegal?”
Sungjong tried to defend himself, “It wasn’t like that, it wasn’t until high school - ”
“I told you that you didn’t want to know! Now I have to try to forget hearing them doing it in our hotel room, that we were supposed to be sharing by the way, all over again,” Sunggyu said, covering his face with his hands and pulling at his skin. “At least Dongwoo was the only one not trying to fuck that weekend and he let me sleep in his bed.”
Woohyun gawked at Sunggyu, “You had a perfect opportunity and you wasted it?”
“I was tired! Does this body look athletic to you?” Sunggyu pointed to himself, furrowing his eyebrows.
“It sure looks like a lot of other things…”
“Shut up Woohyun.”
“Make me.”
“Maybe I will!”
Woohyun clicked his tongue, “You know Sunggyu hyung, you’ve always been my favorite hyung.” He winked and made a small heart with his hands, holding it up to his chest.
“Stop that!” Sunggyu’s facial expressions were surprised; eyes open wider than normal - a feat - and eyebrows pulled up. Sungjong could have sworn there was a tinge of red across his cheeks, but that could also be because he was mad.
Thankfully, help arrived in the form of Dongwoo, who was looking out of place in his yoga outfit compared to every one else’s dress shirts, polo’s, and formal wear. Then again, it was Dongwoo, and Dongwoo looked good in almost anything because he had a sense of style that a lot of people lacked (like Sunggyu, leopard print sweat suits were not a good look to be going golfing in).
“Sorry I’m late, I came straight from my yoga class this morning.” Dongwoo took the vacant chair next to Sunggyu, and Sungjong hadn’t seen Sunggyu perk up so quickly in a long time. “Is Hoya golfing?”
Sungjong smiled at Dongwoo, and got his phone out from inside his bag. “Yes he’s golfing, I’d say you could catch up to him, but he’s probably through the first few holes in the course by now.”
“That’s okay, I didn’t bring my bag with me anyway.” Dongwoo plucked a grape off Sunggyu’s forgotten fruit plate, “What’s new?”
“We got a Range Rover, Sunggyu hyung’s jealous, Woohyun wants to go for a ride later, I need to show you the pictures of Sarangi on my phone.” Sungjong listed off everything of importance that had happened since he sat down this morning.
Dongwoo scratched at his shoulder, “Oh, okay. New Sarangi pictures? Show me!”
Here was someone who appreciated a cute dog, unlike Sunggyu who didn’t want anything to do with his new puppy when he got him.
Woohyun got up, his chair scraping against the tile floor of the veranda, “I think I see Key at the bar, I’ll be back in a bit.” He took his drink with him when he left, not bothering to push his chair back in. Well, he’d already seen Sungjong’s pictures anyway.
Sungjong took his phone out and flipped through his photo album revealing one cute picture after another. “And here he is lying on the couch, and in this one he’s wearing a little sweater, and this is the new collar we got him, yes it’s purple.”
Woohyun slid into a barstool next to Key, sliding his almost finished vodka lemonade on the counter. He signaled the bartender over and asked for a second one. Key gave him a long stare from behind his margarita glass.
“You on reconnaissance again today?” Key asked, and set his drink down, “Or are you going in for the kill?”
Woohyun downed the rest of his first drink in one gulp, the tingle of alcohol running down his throat making him smack his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Sunggyu hyung’s in a mood today, I wasn’t planning on it, but today might be the day.”
“That’s what you said last week, and I have yet to hear about your bedroom tango. I specifically requested deets on the size of his dick that you failed to give me years ago, and a picture would be good too.”
“He’s still currently trying to talk his way into Dongwoo hyung’s pants, but Dongwoo’s more of the touch and go type.”
Key stirred his margarita with the fruit spear it came with, “And you know this how?”
“Don’t you remember that I told you we used to give each other blow jobs before our extracurricular music practice,” Woohyun said, tilting his head in remembrance. Dongwoo liked girls, Dongwoo liked guys, and Dongwoo liked blow jobs (who didn’t).
“Okay, so how’s his dick then?”
Woohyun smirked and nodded his head slowly, “Oh it’s good, no doubt about that.”
“Well fuck,” Key said, pulling some bills out of his wallet, “I’m still stuck in this half a relationship and he keeps buying me shit. How many leather belts do I need seriously?”
Laughing, Woohyun took his new drink in hand and swiveled his barstool so that he was facing Key. “Speaking of relationships, did you know that Hoya and Sungjong were getting it on in high school?”
He couldn’t resist not sharing this juicy bit of information he’d learned. The Sungjong from his memories was always so cute and proper, but then again, he was in a different grade so he hadn’t met him all that often.
Key’s grin was blinding, “Oh that sl- ”
“ - So, as I was saying Myungsoo, you’re not getting enough power behind your swing, and that’s why your balls only go half way.” Sungyeol demonstrated a better position with one of the clubs Myungsoo wasn’t using. “You do want the ball to drop as close to the hole as possible.”
Hoya was leaning against his golf bag, having already putted. “I don’t think Sungyeol’s balls have dropped in any holes lately.” He laughed to himself, loud and obnoxiously.
Sungyeol turned around and tried to burn a hole through Hoya’s head with his eyes - he was unsuccessful. However, Myungsoo clapped him on the shoulder and got into position to try a second time for practicing purposes. His second shot went much closer.
As they were walking back to the golf carts to drive up closer to where the balls landed, Myungsoo whispered in Sungyeol’s ear, “Hoya’s just playing, I bet your balls have dropped in a lot of holes.”
Sungyeol’s ears were burning red with embarrassment, and it wasn’t just because he could feel the puff of air released from Myungsoo’s lips as his lips formed the syllables around his tongue. If Myungsoo weren’t so touchy, Sungyeol would have sworn Myungsoo was hitting on him somehow, in a very lame fashion.
Who was he kidding; Myungsoo was an idiot and probably didn’t even know what he was doing.
“Yeah…sure,” Sungyeol said, clearing his throat, voice box having forgotten how to form sounds. “Let’s beat Hoya to the green.”
Myungsoo jumped into the passenger side with his golf bag and smiled.
He hadn’t eaten anything since six in the morning, and Dongwoo’s stomach was starving. Unfortunately, the buffet wouldn’t start serving until noon, and that was a half an hour away. In the meantime, he snacked on Sunggyu’s fruit appetizer plate to stave his hunger.
His inner thighs were sore from over stretching them the day before, making him shift around in his seat like an old man who couldn’t quite get comfortable. Yoga class had been difficult.
“You can have the rest of it,” Sunggyu said, pushing the fruit plate in front of Dongwoo. There were some melon slices and grapes left sitting in a pool of sticky fruit juice that made a ring around the plate.
Dongwoo accepted the offering, “Thanks I’m starving.” He popped a grape into his mouth, watching Sunggyu stare at him, an odd look crossing his face. “Are you sure I can have it hyung?”
He didn’t want to take anyone’s food away from them.
“Yes! Please take it!”
“Okay.” That settled it then. Dongwoo set his hand on Sunggyu’s knee and squeezed it, “So why was Sungjong saying that you’re jealous earlier?”
Sunggyu’s mouth hung open as if to speak, but then he huffed and glanced at Sungjong, who snorted loudly. “I am not jealous.”
Confused, Dongwoo squinted his eyes and looked back and forth between Sunggyu and Sungjong. Both were eyeing each other up. Sunggyu glaring at Sungjong with the tiny slits he had for eyes when angry, and Sungjong staring right back at him, face impassable.
“He’s jealous.” Woohyun appeared with a new drink in hand, “Of many things, one being that Hoya bought a new car, and the other that I’ve gotten into your - ”
“Shut up Woohyun!” said Sunggyu, slamming his hands down on the table.
Dongwoo could see it happening before it happened. Sunggyu’s martini that was a third of the way full teetered on the tabletop. It tipped back and forth before wobbling over the side and falling over, spilling liquid on the edge of the table.
Unfortunately, Sunggyu’s pants got splashed with the alcohol running down the side of the table.
“Shit! I need a napkin.”
Dongwoo grabbed one off the table and began to rub at the growing wet stain on Sunggyu’s pants. It was good that Sunggyu had chosen to wear dark denim because if he had been like Sungjong and worn white pants, this would be a dry cleaners problem. He tried to dab away as much liquid as he could off the material, Sunggyu’s legs squirming as Dongwoo tried to hold him down.
“Dongwoo! Ah! What are you doing?” Sunggyu said, hitting Dongwoo’s back lightly with his balled up fist. Dongwoo could hear Woohyun’s laugher and Sungjong’s quiet chuckles.
He stopped rubbing the napkin into the wet spot, “I’m wiping the drink off.”
“But, you made it worse,” Sunggyu said, voice rough and high pitched, “look at how it spread.” Sunggyu dug his fingers into Dongwoo’s shoulder, his nails digging down into his shirt.
Dongwoo flinched, “But I was only helping…”
He didn’t understand why Sunggyu was so upset, wouldn’t he be glad that he was helping him out? Sunggyu was rather lazy after all, but his face was flushed and he had a panicky look in his eyes.
Sunggyu didn’t usually get mad at him when he touched him. In fact, Sunggyu liked it when he would hug him around his back. Sometimes Sunggyu would grab at him rough and harsh, and it made Dongwoo’s heart pound, turning him into a pliant mush.
“I can’t take you two anywhere,” Sungjong said, launching a napkin at Sunggyu’s side of the table, it landed in Sunggyu’s lap. “Just as bad as children.”
“Lee Sungjong you clean up this mess!” Sunggyu demanded, pointing at the spill on the table.
Woohyun waved his hands in the air, “Now now let’s stop fighting,” - he took a hold of Sunggyu’s arm and pulled him up out of his chair - “let’s just go wash it off with water.” He dragged Sunggyu away by his arm, all the while Sunggyu trying to resist by tugging his arm back.
The pout on Sunggyu’s face made Dongwoo laugh as he let the napkin soak up the spilled drink. Sunggyu tried to be such a tough guy, but with his tiny eyes and round cheeks he often ended up reminding him of pudding. Stiff wiggly outside, and creamy inside.
If Sunggyu were made of pudding, Dongwoo would eat him in an instant. Thinking about pudding only made him hungrier. Sunggyu even had a soft layer of fluff around his stomach that made his hands itch, he really wanted to give Sunggyu a hug and rub his hands on his belly.
“What are you smiling about Dongwoo hyung?” Sungjong asked, righting the fallen glass on the table.
Dongwoo bit his lip, “Oh nothing!”
He kept smiling.
Sunggyu tried to wrench his arm out of Woohyun’s tight grip, the force of Woohyun’s fingers around his forearm almost bruising. He was dragged out of the veranda, past the bar and dining hall, and to the other side of the building where there was an open ballroom. Woohyun took a turn and forced him into the men’s bathroom, bumping the swinging door open with his foot. It was empty since everyone else was mingling on the other half of the building.
“Woohyun what the fuck are you doing?”
Woohyun let him go when he’d successfully hauled him over by the sinks. “Cleaning you off.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world at that moment.
“No, I mean what are you playing at back there? You know I like Dongwoo, are you trying to undermine my chances with him?” Sunggyu said, rubbing his sore arm with his other hand. “I told you to stay out of my business.”
He thrust his hands into the sink and waited for the sensor to register that there was a pair of hands waiting to be washed. Watching through the mirror, he followed Woohyun across the room as he took a blue handkerchief out of his pocket and wet it in the sink next to him.
“You’re not doing so well by yourself, I think you need my help.”
Sunggyu shook his wet hands, “Why would I need your help?”
Woohyun got down and squatted on his toes, gripping Sunggyu’s leg, and ran the wet kerchief over his pants. “I think you forget about what I have to offer you.”
“What could you possibly do that would make Dongwoo want me?” - Sunggyu bit his tongue - “I’m so sexually frustrated, if he hugs me one more time I swear, I don’t know if I can be responsible for the consequences.”
Woohyun hummed as he wet Sunggyu’s thigh, “He doesn’t see you as a sex partner, you need to throw yourself out there and stop being so stiff. You’re not getting anywhere acting like his best hyung.”
“But I don’t want to be his fuck buddy, I want a relationship,” Sunggyu said, wetting his lips with his tongue, “I want to take him home to my bed and put a collar on him. Maybe take him on a trip to Europe and screw in a Paris suite, and then settle down and get a gold fish.”
He could picture it in his mind, Dongwoo would be lying on his bed when he came back from work, wearing only a fuzzy bathrobe and watching television. Then Sunggyu would slowly take his clothes off and join him, and then one thing would lead to another and no more bathrobe.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work,” said Woohyun, “I can get you Dongwoo, but it comes at a price.”
“What price?”
Woohyun stood up and cornered Sunggyu against the sink’s countertop, leaning in close, and Sunggyu could smell a subtle hint of vanilla from his cologne tingle his nose. His face was so close; almost close enough to tilt his head and touch his lips with the smallest of movements.
“You need to give me one night.”
Sunggyu shoved his hands on Woohyun’s face and pushed him out of the way, “Let’s be fucking serious here, we’re not having sex.” He didn’t want to register how his pulse was racing and how Woohyun’s hands felt strong at his sides, boxing him in. Woohyun was a slippery piece of work whose crinkly smile, handsome face, and sculpted body had somehow gotten him once, but not twice.
He wished he didn’t remember that Woohyun was good at blow jobs. Fuck, Sunggyu thought, he couldn’t be thinking about these things in here with Woohyun breathing down his neck.
“Are you completely sure Sunggyu hyung?” Woohyun asked, having taken Sunggyu’s hands by the wrists. He leaned in closer, his lips touching Sunggyu’s ear and nose bumping along the side of his face. “Are you willing to let this chance go?”
Just who did Woohyun think he was, a sex counselor? The man was one of the heads of a car company, under his father and brother of course, but he made a living on expensive cars, friends, and partying. He didn’t drink much, but he was a master at getting some one to drink for him and then persuade them to do horrible things when intoxicated.
Like thinking having sex with him was a good option. Sunggyu was never going to live that night on the cruise down for the rest of his life.
Yet, Woohyun’s cologne was getting to his head, and his grasp on his wrists was getting him riled up.
“Woohyun, I said - ” Sunggyu started to say, eyes open wide.
The door to the bathroom swung open, hitting the door jam with a thud, and Dongwoo walked in, hands in his pockets, whistling a tune a he stepped inside. He stopped whistling when he turned his head and saw the picture the two of them must have made; Woohyun face in Sunggyu’s neck and Sunggyu’s hands clenched and body forced against the sink.
“Oh, I’ll go find another bathroom,” Dongwoo said, trying to laugh it off but Sunggyu could tell he sounded incredibly embarrassed. “Just forget I was ever here!” He spun around and fled the bathroom.
“Shit! Woohyun get off of me!” Sunggyu struggled, pushing Woohyun with his hips and getting away when Woohyun dropped his hold on his wrists.
He wobbled to the side, legs feeling tense and mind racing with unfinished thoughts. “Dongwoo must think that we’re,” - he pulled at his hair - “I am going to end you Woohyun.”
Woohyun laughed and wrung out his wet kerchief into the sink, “You need me.”
Sunggyu sighed and squatted on the floor, covering his face into his arms, “Fine I do.” His voice but a small whisper, muffled against his arms. He closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?”
Sunggyu opened his eyes to see Woohyun’s shiny black leather shoes, polished to perfection. “I need your help you asshole.”
He felt Woohyun pat the top of his head, “You’re mine then hyung.”
Sunggyu knew he was fucked.
Sungyeol was proving to be a difficult catch for Myungsoo since he didn’t fall for any of his usual charms. Even when he hugged his back and rested his head on his shoulder (near his shoulder because Sungyeol was tall), Sungyeol barely batted an eyelash. Myungsoo wasn’t sure what he was going to have to try next; maybe outright groping his ass would do the trick.
He still had to remember to thank Sungjong with a nice gift for introducing him to his country club a few weeks ago. At first, he had joined to work on his golfing - it’s a rich person’s right of passage after all. However, when he locked eyes with the tall caddy assigned to him, he knew that the membership fee was worth every won.
It was love at first sight, his heart beating in his chest for the caddy whose name he didn’t even know. Sungyeol, his name was Sungyeol. Myungsoo wanted to repeat it over and over and revel in the feel of it rolling off his tongue, much in the way he practiced his scripts for filming. His name sounded magnificent each time he said it.
Sungyeol was bending over to set up the tee, and Myungsoo stepped back to enjoy the view.
“The weather is gorgeous today, I think I’m going to take Sungjong down to the beach house next weekend. You should come some weekend too Myungsoo, and bring a date,” Hoya said, wagging his eyebrows.
Myungsoo got the hint, “When my filming wraps, there’s still six episodes left to air. I can’t risk any scandals.”
Sungyeol had finished setting up the ball and tee, and walked back to where Myungsoo was hanging out, draped over his golf bag.
“Can’t you just please tell me what’s happening in the next few episodes?” Sungyeol said, whining in that cute voice he made when he wanted something from Myungsoo, “I swear I won’t tell anyone.”
“I don’t even know what’s going to happen myself, plus I’m bound by my contract. Sorry Sungyeol I would give you a hint if I could.” Myungsoo did feel a bit sorry. Sungyeol had told him he was a huge fan of his drama. But, he didn’t want to get kicked in the ass by the scriptwriter if something leaked.
“It’s okay,” Sungyeol rested a hand on his shoulder, and Myungsoo almost melted, “I don’t want you to get in trouble. But seriously, if you learn anything,” - he pointed at himself - “think of this guy!”
Myungsoo wanted to say that he’d be thinking about him whether or not it had to deal with his drama. He’d been thinking about him in bed, in the shower, on the couch, on his desk chair. His mouth was watering at the memories.
“Well, how about you could come to one of the days we’re filming, I think I could get you in as an extra.” Myungsoo wiped his sweaty hands off on his pants. He was thankful it was a sunny day; his eyes were hidden behind a layer of black plastic and his shaky smile.
Sungyeol’s eyes sparkled, “Really? I’m an acting student you know, I’ll do anything, if you need someone to stand in the corner in drag, I’ll do it.”
It warmed Myungsoo’s heart to see Sungyeol so excited. His eyes a glow and his hand touching his shoulder and Myungsoo wanted to hug him and rub his face into his shirt and just lie down on the grass.
He only wished to whisk Sungyeol away to his apartment and make him his secret live in boyfriend. No one ever had to know. They’d adopt two cats and eat cake everyday for breakfast, followed by kimchi jjigae for lunch and dinner.
“I think I’m going to puke,” said Hoya, who was watching them from his position at the tee, club poised in his hand to strike the ball.
Myungsoo ignored him, “Sungyeol, I was wondering if I could get your number?”
“Oh, to contact me about the filming? Give me your phone.” Sungyeol held his hand out expectantly.
Well, it was a start. After getting Sungyeol to visit him on set, perhaps he’d see how badass he was and realize what he was missing out on. Then Myungsoo would get what he wanted.
He handed Sungyeol his phone, and waited while Sungyeol typed his number into his address book. Sungyeol handed his phone back with a grin, “Now don’t forget about me because you’re too famous for your golf caddy!”
Myungsoo thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest, “Next week okay?” He glanced down at Sungyeol’s number and saw that the name was entered in as ‘#1 caddy Lee Sungyeol.’
He grabbed Sungyeol’s arm and pressed his face into his sleeve.
Sungyeol whined, “Why are you always touching me?”
They all walked down the grand staircase to the lobby where Sungjong could redeem the valet ticket and take the Range Rover out for a test drive. Walking from the veranda to the lobby felt like it was the longest five minutes of Sungjong’s life. Longer then when Hoya misplaced their box of fun time toys during their apartment move.
Ever since Woohyun and Sunggyu came back from the restroom, Woohyun had been resting his arm around Sunggyu’s waist. Sunggyu looked like he wanted to die, and Woohyun had the biggest grin on his face.
If that didn’t make matters awkward, Dongwoo kept looking at them every ten seconds. Sungjong didn’t know what was going on, but one thing was for sure, he did not have enough alcohol in him for this.
“Dongwoo hyung should drive, he’s the best driver out of all of us and he hasn’t been drinking,” Sungjong said as he waited for the valet to come around with the car.
They stood outside the entry doors admiring all the fancy expensive cars parked in the parking lot out front.
“Dongwoo hyung, you should wash your car,” Sungjong said, having spotted Dongwoo’s little blue foreign car in the parking lot.
“Yeah, I took it out when it was raining Thursday and the dirt just stuck to it as it dried.”
“Stop by the company sometime, I can get you a free wash,” said Woohyun, letting go of Sunggyu to walk over to where Dongwoo was standing. Sungjong rolled his eyes; Woohyun was so obvious.
The valet pulled up without a moment to lose, turning the car off and hurrying out to hand Sungjong the valet key. Sungjong thanked him and handed Dongwoo his set of keys.
“Take us away from here hyung.”
Dongwoo glanced over at Sunggyu, “My pleasure.” The keys jangled in his fingertips.
♥ part II ♥
Hoya/Sungjong ; Myungsoo/Sungyeol ; Dongwoo/Sunggyu/Woohyun
Rating: R (language, sexual humor, deal with it)
Word-count: 15.7K+
Hoya, Sungjong, Myungsoo, Dongwoo, Sunggyu, and Woohyun are members of the prestigious Woollim Country Club, a gathering place for the wealthy and famous. What begins as a harmless golfing and charity function turns out less than harmless when everyone has ulterior motives for the day in mind.
Originally written for a prompt on infinitememe here. This is the revised and cleaned up version. Feel free to point out any editing mistakes I have missed.
“Can’t you just park over there? There’s a spot open!” Sungjong pointed ahead of their new Range Rover towards the front row spot. They had just passed through the gates and were on their way into the country club.
Hoya drove past it, circling the vehicle around to the main building’s entrance.
“And you just missed it.” Sungjong turned his head and stared at Hoya, who was bobbing his head to the hip hop song playing through the speakers, “Are you even listening to me?”
Hoya slowed the car down to a stop in front of the doors, “Yes, but we have to show off our new baby, plus, I pay good money for valet parking and I’m going to use it.”
Putting his window up, Sungjong flexed his toes and picked up his bag, “Seriously, are you going to talk about the new car the whole time we are here?” Sungjong was beginning to get irritated with Hoya’s attitude on motorized vehicles. Ever since they had picked it up from the dealer two days ago his husband had been babying it like it had a soul. He swore Hoya spent more time in the underground garage of their high-rise apartment last night than he did in the bathroom.
“Sungjong, it’s a Range Rover.” Hoya put the car into park, turned it off, and took out the keys.
Sungjong unbuckled his seatbelt and did a quick check in the sun visor’s mirror, “I know it’s a Range Rover, but I still like our Mercedes better.” His hair needed a quick adjustment, but that was the problem with leaving the window open. Everything blew around because speed limits were more like recommendations in some areas.
“Hey, you can drive the Mercedes whenever you want, it’s just in the garage.”
If Hoya put it like that, maybe he would. He’d take the Mercedes to go grocery shopping, and see if Hoya cared about that. Shove a couple cases of wine into the trunk, go back and drink it out of their expensive crystal on the white sofa in only his silk bathrobe, perhaps he’d get hot and the bathrobe would fall off. Maybe hump the couch like their two and a half month old puppy.
Why was he jealous of a car of all things?
Sungjong stepped out and slammed his door shut behind him, fishing with one hand in his bag for his sunglasses. He could hear Hoya talking to the valet attendant about being extra careful and not to leave a single scratch. Finding his sunglasses, Sungjong slipped them over his eyes, waiting for Hoya to get his golf clubs out so they could go inside and he sit himself down at the bar and order a long island iced tea.
An arm slipped around his waist, “You know, you look gorgeous today.”
“I look good everyday,” Sungjong said, relaxing into Hoya’s touch, “but you should tell me more often.” It had taken him a long time that morning to pick out a shirt and pair of pants he liked because Hoya kept putting his destructive hands on them and messing up his clean ironed shirts.
The hand snaked down to his lower back, sliding lower and lower, “How about I treat you tonight?” Hoya stuck his hand in Sungjong’s pants pocket.
“Hoya not here!” said Sungjong, pushing Hoya away, “Just go play golf or something.”
Hoya moved away, wheeling his golf bag with him and laughing. “You sure you don’t want to play today? We can share clubs.”
“No thanks, I just want to get some sunshine and read my book.” He followed Hoya into the building, a few steps behind him. Honestly, the last thing that was on his mind was reading, but Hoya didn’t need to know that.
“Wait for me and we’ll eat a late lunch together, I’ll send you a text,” Hoya said, kissing Sungjong on the cheek. Sungjong smiled and slapped Hoya’s side.
“Just go before I hurt you.”
Hoya’s eyebrows raised eyebrows, sunglasses shifting up slightly, “Is that a threat?”
Raising his fist, Sungjong made to hit Hoya on the shoulder, but Hoya moved away.
“Alright I get it I’m going!”
Finally, Sungjong thought, he had to go find Woohyun and catch up on the latest gossip. It had been a week since he had been able to come to the country club to talk and drink, and that was a lot of lost time in country club socializing. He had about fifteen pictures on his phone of Sarangi doing adorable poses to share with everyone.
Sunggyu sipped his lemon drop martini, a sour expression on his face that wasn’t from the drink. He had come out to drink on the veranda and saw a familiar couple step out of an unfamiliar car.
Woohyun sat down next to him, setting his vodka lemonade on the table, “Why the ugly face?”
Sunggyu pointed down below them, “Look, Hoya got a new car, again.” Sometimes, Sunggyu just wanted to punch Hoya in the stomach to get rid of that cocky can do attitude he sported.
Not that punching would fix anything, but it would make him feel better. Hoya was like that annoying kid that always did the opposite of what you told them to do (just to fuck with you of course).
“Well, he didn’t buy it from me,” Woohyun said, squeezing his lemon wedge into this drink, “I told him I’d give him a good deal if he wanted one of ours. That bastard. Well, maybe he’ll sell one of us the Mercedes.”
“Good luck prying that out of Sungjong’s death grip.” Sunggyu gave Woohyun a skeptical look; “It’s more likely he’ll start playing golf before that happens.”
Nodding his head, Woohyun agreed. “I don’t know why Hoya bothers, Sungjong hates golf. And why do you care so much that they got a new car anyway? I thought you liked your BMW.”
“I swear he’s taunting me, he always gets a new car after I get one. I don’t think he’s even trying to hide it anymore,” Sunggyu replied. He stabbed his toothpick into his plate of fruit, spearing a piece of pineapple through its center. “Why am I friends with that son of a bitch again?”
“Stop being melodramatic because Dongwoo isn’t here.”
Sunggyu narrowed his eyes and shoved the piece of pineapple into his mouth, chewing down hard. “I’m not being melodramatic, and what does Dongwoo have to do with any of this?” He crossed his legs and pointed his toothpick at Woohyun.
There was something mischievous in Woohyun’s smile.
“Okay seriously, when was the last time you got laid?”
“Woohyun.”
Woohyun chuckled, “I’m guessing it’s been a while, lady luck not on your side lately? Maybe you should lay off the alcohol, your polo’s looking a bit tight.”
“First, fuck you I’m not fucking fat it’s just a layer to keep me warm, and second I’m not an alcoholic.”
“Avoiding the subject I see,” Woohyun said, holding his drink up to his lips, “should I assume it’s been a while? You want a refresher course? I’m available.”
Sunggyu snapped the toothpick in half.
Woohyun always thought he had an easy ticket into his pants ever since they got drunk on their country club group three-day cruise and ended up fucking in Woohyun’s stateroom. He still wasn’t sure how that had happened, but waking up the next day had been awkward as hell. Even thinking about it made him irrationally mad.
“Wow, you two started drinking early,” Sungjong said, appearing next to them at the table with a tall glass with plenty of ice in hand.
Sunggyu rolled his eyes, like Sungjong was one to speak about drinking with one in his hand.
“It’s almost eleven, a perfectly good time to start noon time drinking.” Woohyun shook his half full glass, “Haven’t seen you since last weekend.”
“Tell me about it hyung, Hoya had to go away on business and I decided to stay at home to take care of Sarangi.”
Sunggyu wet his lips with his drink, “I see you got a new car, again.”
“I’m so sick of hearing about cars, but I’ve got the extra set of keys if you want to take a ride,” said Sungjong. He dug the keys out of his bag and set them on the table. “I prefer a smaller car, but you know Hoya’s taste. If he had his way with everything, the entire apartment would be purple.”
“You married him,” Woohyun said, “I told you years ago to watch out for that one.”
Sungjong threw his hands in the air, “Thank god I only married him for his money!”
Sunggyu looked at Woohyun, and then stared at Sungjong, squinting his eyes. He wouldn’t be surprised if that were true.
“I’m kidding you guys.”
Well, now Sunggyu was disappointed.
Under the canopy of the golf cart, Sungyeol was glad that Myungsoo wasn’t pestering him about what he’d been up to lately, but he was sure Myungsoo was staring at him behind those dark shades of his. Myungsoo was a mystery Sungyeol had yet to understand. When he’d met Myungsoo for the first time, Sungyeol had to admit that he was a bit starstruck.
Just when would he have the chance to be the caddy for the actor whose weekly drama he was watching on television religiously? It was like all his wishes had been answered.
Except, he wasn’t anything like what he’d been expecting. Myungsoo had shown up at the front desk with his new golf clubs and bag, wearing a pristine black golfing outfit. He lowered his shades, leaned his elbows on the desk, and requested a caddy with experience. Sungyeol’s gum chewing coworker took one look at Sungyeol pretending to be busy - he was pretending to polish golf balls - and paired them up.
The first time Sungyeol had shown Myungsoo around, his head was reeling with excitement over following his acting idol around. His palms sweaty and stomach fluttering with anticipation about telling him what a big fan he was - maybe even get his autograph. It was a perfect opportunity, and Myungsoo was so handsome and awesome.
It was a giant lie; Myungsoo was anything but chic actor material. Sungyeol had found that out the hard way. However, Myungsoo was a pretty fun guy, minus the strange behavior every now and then.
He shook his head, concentrating on driving, “So, Myungsoo, you get some more practice in?”
Myungsoo smiled, the corners of his lips turning up, “I was working on my swing yesterday, I think I’m better than last week.”
Nodding his head, Sungyeol spared Myungsoo a quick glance as he drove the cart out to the first hole. “That’s great, maybe you’ll get the ball closer this time.” He wasn’t real confident since Myungsoo was horrible at golf.
“You might have to show me the swing technique again, just to jog my memory.” Myungsoo said it so smooth, the words rolling right off his tongue.
“Uh, sure I guess…”
The last time Sungyeol had helped him with his swing, Myungsoo had insisted that he get behind him and put his arms around his, and it was embarrassing. It didn’t help that Myungsoo kept touching him inappropriately. A pat on the butt, a hand on his back when he went to get Myungsoo’s golf bag, and standing very close to him as he explained where the golf ball was actually supposed to go.
He couldn’t tell if Myungsoo was being friendly, or if he was being creepy. Though, it was starting to unnerve him a little bit.
Sungyeol parked the golf cart and turned the key, turning the engine off. As he was going to hop out the side, Myungsoo’s hand landed on his thigh, shocking him into jamming his elbow on the steering wheel.
“Where is the flag again?” Myungsoo asked, hand still on Sungyeol’s thigh, the other hand pointing straight ahead of them.
Myungsoo’s hand was sliding up his leg, getting closer and closer to his dick. Sungyeol was not getting paid enough for that. “Can’t you see the flag? It’s right in front of you!” Sungyeol said, he wanted to call Myungsoo out for being a fucking idiot, but he needed this job. Acting students needed to eat too.
Technically he wasn’t sure if Myungsoo would try to get him fired because he seemed to really like him, but shit Myungsoo was fucking weird. One minute he’d be normal and Sungyeol would be having a great time being his caddy, and the next he’d be hanging off Sungyeol’s arm like a leech.
Not forgetting that time when Myungsoo and his stray golf club almost hit Sungyeol in the stomach.
“Oh I see it, the red flag over there,” Myungsoo said, laughing, the collar of his black polo open, white skin flashing - not that he was looking.
Sungyeol escaped the golf cart before Myungsoo’s wandering hand touched something else. “Let’s just get golfing!” If there was a slight hitch in his voice, it was because Myungsoo’s handsome face was staring straight at him.
“I’ll help you!” Myungsoo leapt out of the golf cart, almost beating Sungyeol to his golf bag stored in back.
“No really, this is my job Myungsoo,” Sungyeol said, fighting Myungsoo over holding the golf bag.
There was a struggle, both of their hands gripping opposite sides of the bag, clubs shifting back and forth as it was tugged in two directions.
“But you’re such a help to me, just let me - ”
“No really!”
Sungyeol tugged a bit too harsh, the bag releasing from Myungsoo’s grip, and it jerked towards him, clubs spilling out over the sides, stray golf balls falling out from unzipped pockets. A club slapped Sungyeol in the face, a sharp pain stunning him into a stupor, and he screeched in surprise. Myungsoo panicked, grabbing the golf bag and throwing it off to the side.
Still shocked by having been hit in the face with the end of a club, Sungyeol stood still.
“Are you okay? Do you need medical attention?” - Myungsoo’s face hovered close to Sungyeol’s - “I have some bandages in my golf bag.”
Myungsoo’s hand was touching his forehead where the club had struck him in its flying exit of the bag. Soft manicured hands waving in front of his eyes, the hands of a real star.
“I’m - I’m good,” Sungyeol said, tongue tied and embarrassed. Once again, he made a fool out of himself in front of someone important. Myungsoo frowned at him, looking serious behind his sunglasses. “Really, I’m fine! I touch myself all the time.”
Wait, that didn’t sound right. Myungsoo’s eyebrows disappeared into his hair.
“I mean I beat myself, oh my god what am I saying I am going to shut up now.”
Sungyeol tripped over the golf clubs strewn across on the grass, regaining his balance when Myungsoo grabbed his elbow and jerked him upright. A stray golf ball slipped out from beneath his shoe.
“Are you sure you’re okay Sungyeol? Why don’t we sit down for a while?”
“No!” Sungyeol didn’t know why he felt like he was getting hysterical, or why Myungsoo looked so calm. Myungsoo was younger than him; he should be the one taking care of him. All these rich people with too much money and time on their hands must be finally making him crack. “We need to work on your swing, you need the practice. And I mean, you really need the practice.”
Myungsoo forced Sungyeol to sit down on the back of the golf cart. He slung an arm around Sungyeol’s shoulder; “I don’t mind paying for you to help me on my swing later, no beating involved, unless you want to of course.” Myungsoo’s golfing equipment was still lying in a mess at their feet.
Sungyeol laughed, “Why are you so -”
A second golf cart came speeding across the grass, its driver coming to an abrupt halt next to Sungyeol’s cart. Sungyeol tried to shrug Myungsoo’s arm off his shoulder, but Myungsoo just hugged him tight even though Sungyeol was taller and had to slouch for it to be comfortable.
“Hey Myungsoo, I didn’t know you were golfing today.” Hoya swung his legs out of the golf cart, his own golf bag in the seat next to him. “You should have texted.”
The arm loosened and slid down Sungyeol’s back, resting near his hips. Myungsoo’s voice was whiny when he spoke, “Hoya, what are you doing here?”
“Looking for rare birds with my golf clubs. No, of course I’m golfing.”
Hoya lugged his golf bag out and set it down, “So what happened here?” He pointed to the mess that had yet to be picked up.
“It was an accident, Sungyeol got hit in the face,” Myungsoo said, glancing up at Hoya who was looking unimpressed with what was going on until Sungyeol was brought into the equation.
“Hit in the face?” - Hoya chuckled - “Sounds about right.”
Sungyeol wanted to throw a golf ball at Hoya’s head so bad for that comment. Instead, he settled for giving him a dirty look. He’d been Hoya’s caddy in the past; however, he spent most of the time entertaining his husband Sungjong while Hoya golfed with his work colleagues.
Sungjong was a good guy, he reminded him of a cute younger brother, and he already had one of those, so he could afford to add another. Not that Sungjong needed to be taken care of with the millions of won he had to his name. How Sungjong had ended up with Hoya, Sungyeol had no clue. Maybe he had a nice dick.
He complained a lot about his job, but most of the guys Sungyeol caddied for were decent people - if not slightly eccentric. That was probably due to all the drink specials the bar hosted on event weekends. This weekend was a fundraiser for children’s cancer research, which brought rich people out of the woodwork because there was something about donating money and looking good while doing so that they all loved.
“Let’s golf together then,” said Hoya. He rifled through his golf bag for the club he wanted to use, “Sungjong didn’t want to golf, so I’m alone today.” Of course Sungjong didn’t want to golf, Sungyeol thought, everyone except Hoya knew Sungjong hated golf.
Peeking at Myungsoo’s face, Sungyeol noted that he didn’t seem to be too happy about Hoya showing up. There was a strain to his smile that Sungyeol hadn’t seen before on their other trips. Though, his face looked cold and sharp with his sunglasses, and it was impossible to tell what he was really expressing behind the frames.
“Sure, why don’t we? Sungyeol can help us both out, right Sungyeol?”
Sungyeol snapped his head back, “Yes, of course.”
“You’ll have to drive your own golf cart though,” Myungsoo added, getting up and picking his golf bag up off the ground, setting it back upright. That was Sungyeol’s cue to get back to work.
“You’re not going to share Myungsoo?” asked Hoya. Myungsoo must have done something that Sungyeol didn’t catch as he leaped into action, gathering the equipment into his arms. “Oh I see,” Hoya said; he went and patted Myungsoo on the back, “Good luck.”
He felt like he was missing something.
His long island iced tea was halfway gone and it wasn’t even half past eleven yet. There would be less left if he wasn’t trying to pace himself, plus he had sort of promised Woohyun they’d take a ride in the Range Rover later and he didn’t want to be driving drunk.
“Hey Sungjong?” Woohyun said, leaning back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, “Didn’t you only date Hoya in high school? Have you ever been with another man?”
Sunggyu kicked Woohyun’s chair, “You don’t want to know.”
“Well,” Sungjong began to explain, “Hoya is the only one I’ve ever been with. We started dating when I was in my last year of middle school.”
“Really? You’ve been with him that long? I thought it was just in high school. What the fuck was I doing in high school.”
“You were too busy trying to lure half the student body into your pants,” Sunggyu said, “you and that annoying friend of yours Key.”
Woohyun smiled and laid a hand on Sunggyu’s leg, “Were you jealous? And it wasn’t half the student body - it was only like fifteen people. I made long lasting business relationships with those hookups.”
“Oh excuse me for erring on your playboy past, present, and future.”
Sungjong tapped his nails on the table. Once again, Sunggyu and Woohyun were arguing with all the finesse of two kittens learning how to sharpen their claws against the living room couch. It was something Sungjong would never understand; they both lived in the same apartment building. They were even neighbors! When Woohyun ran out of sugar he went to Sunggyu’s apartment in his bathrobe and boxers asking for a cup, and Sunggyu would open the door.
He knew he was going to regret offering them a ride later.
“So, you and Hoya were doing the dirty before you graduated? I knew he stole your innocence at a young age!” Woohyun seemed surprisingly concerned for someone who fooled around himself during high school. “Isn’t that like illegal?”
Sungjong tried to defend himself, “It wasn’t like that, it wasn’t until high school - ”
“I told you that you didn’t want to know! Now I have to try to forget hearing them doing it in our hotel room, that we were supposed to be sharing by the way, all over again,” Sunggyu said, covering his face with his hands and pulling at his skin. “At least Dongwoo was the only one not trying to fuck that weekend and he let me sleep in his bed.”
Woohyun gawked at Sunggyu, “You had a perfect opportunity and you wasted it?”
“I was tired! Does this body look athletic to you?” Sunggyu pointed to himself, furrowing his eyebrows.
“It sure looks like a lot of other things…”
“Shut up Woohyun.”
“Make me.”
“Maybe I will!”
Woohyun clicked his tongue, “You know Sunggyu hyung, you’ve always been my favorite hyung.” He winked and made a small heart with his hands, holding it up to his chest.
“Stop that!” Sunggyu’s facial expressions were surprised; eyes open wider than normal - a feat - and eyebrows pulled up. Sungjong could have sworn there was a tinge of red across his cheeks, but that could also be because he was mad.
Thankfully, help arrived in the form of Dongwoo, who was looking out of place in his yoga outfit compared to every one else’s dress shirts, polo’s, and formal wear. Then again, it was Dongwoo, and Dongwoo looked good in almost anything because he had a sense of style that a lot of people lacked (like Sunggyu, leopard print sweat suits were not a good look to be going golfing in).
“Sorry I’m late, I came straight from my yoga class this morning.” Dongwoo took the vacant chair next to Sunggyu, and Sungjong hadn’t seen Sunggyu perk up so quickly in a long time. “Is Hoya golfing?”
Sungjong smiled at Dongwoo, and got his phone out from inside his bag. “Yes he’s golfing, I’d say you could catch up to him, but he’s probably through the first few holes in the course by now.”
“That’s okay, I didn’t bring my bag with me anyway.” Dongwoo plucked a grape off Sunggyu’s forgotten fruit plate, “What’s new?”
“We got a Range Rover, Sunggyu hyung’s jealous, Woohyun wants to go for a ride later, I need to show you the pictures of Sarangi on my phone.” Sungjong listed off everything of importance that had happened since he sat down this morning.
Dongwoo scratched at his shoulder, “Oh, okay. New Sarangi pictures? Show me!”
Here was someone who appreciated a cute dog, unlike Sunggyu who didn’t want anything to do with his new puppy when he got him.
Woohyun got up, his chair scraping against the tile floor of the veranda, “I think I see Key at the bar, I’ll be back in a bit.” He took his drink with him when he left, not bothering to push his chair back in. Well, he’d already seen Sungjong’s pictures anyway.
Sungjong took his phone out and flipped through his photo album revealing one cute picture after another. “And here he is lying on the couch, and in this one he’s wearing a little sweater, and this is the new collar we got him, yes it’s purple.”
Woohyun slid into a barstool next to Key, sliding his almost finished vodka lemonade on the counter. He signaled the bartender over and asked for a second one. Key gave him a long stare from behind his margarita glass.
“You on reconnaissance again today?” Key asked, and set his drink down, “Or are you going in for the kill?”
Woohyun downed the rest of his first drink in one gulp, the tingle of alcohol running down his throat making him smack his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Sunggyu hyung’s in a mood today, I wasn’t planning on it, but today might be the day.”
“That’s what you said last week, and I have yet to hear about your bedroom tango. I specifically requested deets on the size of his dick that you failed to give me years ago, and a picture would be good too.”
“He’s still currently trying to talk his way into Dongwoo hyung’s pants, but Dongwoo’s more of the touch and go type.”
Key stirred his margarita with the fruit spear it came with, “And you know this how?”
“Don’t you remember that I told you we used to give each other blow jobs before our extracurricular music practice,” Woohyun said, tilting his head in remembrance. Dongwoo liked girls, Dongwoo liked guys, and Dongwoo liked blow jobs (who didn’t).
“Okay, so how’s his dick then?”
Woohyun smirked and nodded his head slowly, “Oh it’s good, no doubt about that.”
“Well fuck,” Key said, pulling some bills out of his wallet, “I’m still stuck in this half a relationship and he keeps buying me shit. How many leather belts do I need seriously?”
Laughing, Woohyun took his new drink in hand and swiveled his barstool so that he was facing Key. “Speaking of relationships, did you know that Hoya and Sungjong were getting it on in high school?”
He couldn’t resist not sharing this juicy bit of information he’d learned. The Sungjong from his memories was always so cute and proper, but then again, he was in a different grade so he hadn’t met him all that often.
Key’s grin was blinding, “Oh that sl- ”
“ - So, as I was saying Myungsoo, you’re not getting enough power behind your swing, and that’s why your balls only go half way.” Sungyeol demonstrated a better position with one of the clubs Myungsoo wasn’t using. “You do want the ball to drop as close to the hole as possible.”
Hoya was leaning against his golf bag, having already putted. “I don’t think Sungyeol’s balls have dropped in any holes lately.” He laughed to himself, loud and obnoxiously.
Sungyeol turned around and tried to burn a hole through Hoya’s head with his eyes - he was unsuccessful. However, Myungsoo clapped him on the shoulder and got into position to try a second time for practicing purposes. His second shot went much closer.
As they were walking back to the golf carts to drive up closer to where the balls landed, Myungsoo whispered in Sungyeol’s ear, “Hoya’s just playing, I bet your balls have dropped in a lot of holes.”
Sungyeol’s ears were burning red with embarrassment, and it wasn’t just because he could feel the puff of air released from Myungsoo’s lips as his lips formed the syllables around his tongue. If Myungsoo weren’t so touchy, Sungyeol would have sworn Myungsoo was hitting on him somehow, in a very lame fashion.
Who was he kidding; Myungsoo was an idiot and probably didn’t even know what he was doing.
“Yeah…sure,” Sungyeol said, clearing his throat, voice box having forgotten how to form sounds. “Let’s beat Hoya to the green.”
Myungsoo jumped into the passenger side with his golf bag and smiled.
He hadn’t eaten anything since six in the morning, and Dongwoo’s stomach was starving. Unfortunately, the buffet wouldn’t start serving until noon, and that was a half an hour away. In the meantime, he snacked on Sunggyu’s fruit appetizer plate to stave his hunger.
His inner thighs were sore from over stretching them the day before, making him shift around in his seat like an old man who couldn’t quite get comfortable. Yoga class had been difficult.
“You can have the rest of it,” Sunggyu said, pushing the fruit plate in front of Dongwoo. There were some melon slices and grapes left sitting in a pool of sticky fruit juice that made a ring around the plate.
Dongwoo accepted the offering, “Thanks I’m starving.” He popped a grape into his mouth, watching Sunggyu stare at him, an odd look crossing his face. “Are you sure I can have it hyung?”
He didn’t want to take anyone’s food away from them.
“Yes! Please take it!”
“Okay.” That settled it then. Dongwoo set his hand on Sunggyu’s knee and squeezed it, “So why was Sungjong saying that you’re jealous earlier?”
Sunggyu’s mouth hung open as if to speak, but then he huffed and glanced at Sungjong, who snorted loudly. “I am not jealous.”
Confused, Dongwoo squinted his eyes and looked back and forth between Sunggyu and Sungjong. Both were eyeing each other up. Sunggyu glaring at Sungjong with the tiny slits he had for eyes when angry, and Sungjong staring right back at him, face impassable.
“He’s jealous.” Woohyun appeared with a new drink in hand, “Of many things, one being that Hoya bought a new car, and the other that I’ve gotten into your - ”
“Shut up Woohyun!” said Sunggyu, slamming his hands down on the table.
Dongwoo could see it happening before it happened. Sunggyu’s martini that was a third of the way full teetered on the tabletop. It tipped back and forth before wobbling over the side and falling over, spilling liquid on the edge of the table.
Unfortunately, Sunggyu’s pants got splashed with the alcohol running down the side of the table.
“Shit! I need a napkin.”
Dongwoo grabbed one off the table and began to rub at the growing wet stain on Sunggyu’s pants. It was good that Sunggyu had chosen to wear dark denim because if he had been like Sungjong and worn white pants, this would be a dry cleaners problem. He tried to dab away as much liquid as he could off the material, Sunggyu’s legs squirming as Dongwoo tried to hold him down.
“Dongwoo! Ah! What are you doing?” Sunggyu said, hitting Dongwoo’s back lightly with his balled up fist. Dongwoo could hear Woohyun’s laugher and Sungjong’s quiet chuckles.
He stopped rubbing the napkin into the wet spot, “I’m wiping the drink off.”
“But, you made it worse,” Sunggyu said, voice rough and high pitched, “look at how it spread.” Sunggyu dug his fingers into Dongwoo’s shoulder, his nails digging down into his shirt.
Dongwoo flinched, “But I was only helping…”
He didn’t understand why Sunggyu was so upset, wouldn’t he be glad that he was helping him out? Sunggyu was rather lazy after all, but his face was flushed and he had a panicky look in his eyes.
Sunggyu didn’t usually get mad at him when he touched him. In fact, Sunggyu liked it when he would hug him around his back. Sometimes Sunggyu would grab at him rough and harsh, and it made Dongwoo’s heart pound, turning him into a pliant mush.
“I can’t take you two anywhere,” Sungjong said, launching a napkin at Sunggyu’s side of the table, it landed in Sunggyu’s lap. “Just as bad as children.”
“Lee Sungjong you clean up this mess!” Sunggyu demanded, pointing at the spill on the table.
Woohyun waved his hands in the air, “Now now let’s stop fighting,” - he took a hold of Sunggyu’s arm and pulled him up out of his chair - “let’s just go wash it off with water.” He dragged Sunggyu away by his arm, all the while Sunggyu trying to resist by tugging his arm back.
The pout on Sunggyu’s face made Dongwoo laugh as he let the napkin soak up the spilled drink. Sunggyu tried to be such a tough guy, but with his tiny eyes and round cheeks he often ended up reminding him of pudding. Stiff wiggly outside, and creamy inside.
If Sunggyu were made of pudding, Dongwoo would eat him in an instant. Thinking about pudding only made him hungrier. Sunggyu even had a soft layer of fluff around his stomach that made his hands itch, he really wanted to give Sunggyu a hug and rub his hands on his belly.
“What are you smiling about Dongwoo hyung?” Sungjong asked, righting the fallen glass on the table.
Dongwoo bit his lip, “Oh nothing!”
He kept smiling.
Sunggyu tried to wrench his arm out of Woohyun’s tight grip, the force of Woohyun’s fingers around his forearm almost bruising. He was dragged out of the veranda, past the bar and dining hall, and to the other side of the building where there was an open ballroom. Woohyun took a turn and forced him into the men’s bathroom, bumping the swinging door open with his foot. It was empty since everyone else was mingling on the other half of the building.
“Woohyun what the fuck are you doing?”
Woohyun let him go when he’d successfully hauled him over by the sinks. “Cleaning you off.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world at that moment.
“No, I mean what are you playing at back there? You know I like Dongwoo, are you trying to undermine my chances with him?” Sunggyu said, rubbing his sore arm with his other hand. “I told you to stay out of my business.”
He thrust his hands into the sink and waited for the sensor to register that there was a pair of hands waiting to be washed. Watching through the mirror, he followed Woohyun across the room as he took a blue handkerchief out of his pocket and wet it in the sink next to him.
“You’re not doing so well by yourself, I think you need my help.”
Sunggyu shook his wet hands, “Why would I need your help?”
Woohyun got down and squatted on his toes, gripping Sunggyu’s leg, and ran the wet kerchief over his pants. “I think you forget about what I have to offer you.”
“What could you possibly do that would make Dongwoo want me?” - Sunggyu bit his tongue - “I’m so sexually frustrated, if he hugs me one more time I swear, I don’t know if I can be responsible for the consequences.”
Woohyun hummed as he wet Sunggyu’s thigh, “He doesn’t see you as a sex partner, you need to throw yourself out there and stop being so stiff. You’re not getting anywhere acting like his best hyung.”
“But I don’t want to be his fuck buddy, I want a relationship,” Sunggyu said, wetting his lips with his tongue, “I want to take him home to my bed and put a collar on him. Maybe take him on a trip to Europe and screw in a Paris suite, and then settle down and get a gold fish.”
He could picture it in his mind, Dongwoo would be lying on his bed when he came back from work, wearing only a fuzzy bathrobe and watching television. Then Sunggyu would slowly take his clothes off and join him, and then one thing would lead to another and no more bathrobe.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work,” said Woohyun, “I can get you Dongwoo, but it comes at a price.”
“What price?”
Woohyun stood up and cornered Sunggyu against the sink’s countertop, leaning in close, and Sunggyu could smell a subtle hint of vanilla from his cologne tingle his nose. His face was so close; almost close enough to tilt his head and touch his lips with the smallest of movements.
“You need to give me one night.”
Sunggyu shoved his hands on Woohyun’s face and pushed him out of the way, “Let’s be fucking serious here, we’re not having sex.” He didn’t want to register how his pulse was racing and how Woohyun’s hands felt strong at his sides, boxing him in. Woohyun was a slippery piece of work whose crinkly smile, handsome face, and sculpted body had somehow gotten him once, but not twice.
He wished he didn’t remember that Woohyun was good at blow jobs. Fuck, Sunggyu thought, he couldn’t be thinking about these things in here with Woohyun breathing down his neck.
“Are you completely sure Sunggyu hyung?” Woohyun asked, having taken Sunggyu’s hands by the wrists. He leaned in closer, his lips touching Sunggyu’s ear and nose bumping along the side of his face. “Are you willing to let this chance go?”
Just who did Woohyun think he was, a sex counselor? The man was one of the heads of a car company, under his father and brother of course, but he made a living on expensive cars, friends, and partying. He didn’t drink much, but he was a master at getting some one to drink for him and then persuade them to do horrible things when intoxicated.
Like thinking having sex with him was a good option. Sunggyu was never going to live that night on the cruise down for the rest of his life.
Yet, Woohyun’s cologne was getting to his head, and his grasp on his wrists was getting him riled up.
“Woohyun, I said - ” Sunggyu started to say, eyes open wide.
The door to the bathroom swung open, hitting the door jam with a thud, and Dongwoo walked in, hands in his pockets, whistling a tune a he stepped inside. He stopped whistling when he turned his head and saw the picture the two of them must have made; Woohyun face in Sunggyu’s neck and Sunggyu’s hands clenched and body forced against the sink.
“Oh, I’ll go find another bathroom,” Dongwoo said, trying to laugh it off but Sunggyu could tell he sounded incredibly embarrassed. “Just forget I was ever here!” He spun around and fled the bathroom.
“Shit! Woohyun get off of me!” Sunggyu struggled, pushing Woohyun with his hips and getting away when Woohyun dropped his hold on his wrists.
He wobbled to the side, legs feeling tense and mind racing with unfinished thoughts. “Dongwoo must think that we’re,” - he pulled at his hair - “I am going to end you Woohyun.”
Woohyun laughed and wrung out his wet kerchief into the sink, “You need me.”
Sunggyu sighed and squatted on the floor, covering his face into his arms, “Fine I do.” His voice but a small whisper, muffled against his arms. He closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?”
Sunggyu opened his eyes to see Woohyun’s shiny black leather shoes, polished to perfection. “I need your help you asshole.”
He felt Woohyun pat the top of his head, “You’re mine then hyung.”
Sunggyu knew he was fucked.
Sungyeol was proving to be a difficult catch for Myungsoo since he didn’t fall for any of his usual charms. Even when he hugged his back and rested his head on his shoulder (near his shoulder because Sungyeol was tall), Sungyeol barely batted an eyelash. Myungsoo wasn’t sure what he was going to have to try next; maybe outright groping his ass would do the trick.
He still had to remember to thank Sungjong with a nice gift for introducing him to his country club a few weeks ago. At first, he had joined to work on his golfing - it’s a rich person’s right of passage after all. However, when he locked eyes with the tall caddy assigned to him, he knew that the membership fee was worth every won.
It was love at first sight, his heart beating in his chest for the caddy whose name he didn’t even know. Sungyeol, his name was Sungyeol. Myungsoo wanted to repeat it over and over and revel in the feel of it rolling off his tongue, much in the way he practiced his scripts for filming. His name sounded magnificent each time he said it.
Sungyeol was bending over to set up the tee, and Myungsoo stepped back to enjoy the view.
“The weather is gorgeous today, I think I’m going to take Sungjong down to the beach house next weekend. You should come some weekend too Myungsoo, and bring a date,” Hoya said, wagging his eyebrows.
Myungsoo got the hint, “When my filming wraps, there’s still six episodes left to air. I can’t risk any scandals.”
Sungyeol had finished setting up the ball and tee, and walked back to where Myungsoo was hanging out, draped over his golf bag.
“Can’t you just please tell me what’s happening in the next few episodes?” Sungyeol said, whining in that cute voice he made when he wanted something from Myungsoo, “I swear I won’t tell anyone.”
“I don’t even know what’s going to happen myself, plus I’m bound by my contract. Sorry Sungyeol I would give you a hint if I could.” Myungsoo did feel a bit sorry. Sungyeol had told him he was a huge fan of his drama. But, he didn’t want to get kicked in the ass by the scriptwriter if something leaked.
“It’s okay,” Sungyeol rested a hand on his shoulder, and Myungsoo almost melted, “I don’t want you to get in trouble. But seriously, if you learn anything,” - he pointed at himself - “think of this guy!”
Myungsoo wanted to say that he’d be thinking about him whether or not it had to deal with his drama. He’d been thinking about him in bed, in the shower, on the couch, on his desk chair. His mouth was watering at the memories.
“Well, how about you could come to one of the days we’re filming, I think I could get you in as an extra.” Myungsoo wiped his sweaty hands off on his pants. He was thankful it was a sunny day; his eyes were hidden behind a layer of black plastic and his shaky smile.
Sungyeol’s eyes sparkled, “Really? I’m an acting student you know, I’ll do anything, if you need someone to stand in the corner in drag, I’ll do it.”
It warmed Myungsoo’s heart to see Sungyeol so excited. His eyes a glow and his hand touching his shoulder and Myungsoo wanted to hug him and rub his face into his shirt and just lie down on the grass.
He only wished to whisk Sungyeol away to his apartment and make him his secret live in boyfriend. No one ever had to know. They’d adopt two cats and eat cake everyday for breakfast, followed by kimchi jjigae for lunch and dinner.
“I think I’m going to puke,” said Hoya, who was watching them from his position at the tee, club poised in his hand to strike the ball.
Myungsoo ignored him, “Sungyeol, I was wondering if I could get your number?”
“Oh, to contact me about the filming? Give me your phone.” Sungyeol held his hand out expectantly.
Well, it was a start. After getting Sungyeol to visit him on set, perhaps he’d see how badass he was and realize what he was missing out on. Then Myungsoo would get what he wanted.
He handed Sungyeol his phone, and waited while Sungyeol typed his number into his address book. Sungyeol handed his phone back with a grin, “Now don’t forget about me because you’re too famous for your golf caddy!”
Myungsoo thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest, “Next week okay?” He glanced down at Sungyeol’s number and saw that the name was entered in as ‘#1 caddy Lee Sungyeol.’
He grabbed Sungyeol’s arm and pressed his face into his sleeve.
Sungyeol whined, “Why are you always touching me?”
They all walked down the grand staircase to the lobby where Sungjong could redeem the valet ticket and take the Range Rover out for a test drive. Walking from the veranda to the lobby felt like it was the longest five minutes of Sungjong’s life. Longer then when Hoya misplaced their box of fun time toys during their apartment move.
Ever since Woohyun and Sunggyu came back from the restroom, Woohyun had been resting his arm around Sunggyu’s waist. Sunggyu looked like he wanted to die, and Woohyun had the biggest grin on his face.
If that didn’t make matters awkward, Dongwoo kept looking at them every ten seconds. Sungjong didn’t know what was going on, but one thing was for sure, he did not have enough alcohol in him for this.
“Dongwoo hyung should drive, he’s the best driver out of all of us and he hasn’t been drinking,” Sungjong said as he waited for the valet to come around with the car.
They stood outside the entry doors admiring all the fancy expensive cars parked in the parking lot out front.
“Dongwoo hyung, you should wash your car,” Sungjong said, having spotted Dongwoo’s little blue foreign car in the parking lot.
“Yeah, I took it out when it was raining Thursday and the dirt just stuck to it as it dried.”
“Stop by the company sometime, I can get you a free wash,” said Woohyun, letting go of Sunggyu to walk over to where Dongwoo was standing. Sungjong rolled his eyes; Woohyun was so obvious.
The valet pulled up without a moment to lose, turning the car off and hurrying out to hand Sungjong the valet key. Sungjong thanked him and handed Dongwoo his set of keys.
“Take us away from here hyung.”
Dongwoo glanced over at Sunggyu, “My pleasure.” The keys jangled in his fingertips.
♥ part II ♥