Seoulfulness Fills, Post #4
Title: Girl Talk
Fandom: INFINITE
Genre: Gen
Pairings/Focus: Sungyeol, Dongwoo
Rating: PG
Summary: This is my girl's night out. For this prompt.
Wordcount: 746
“Hey, check my lipstick for me, will you?” Sungyeol turned. Dongwoo was smiling at him, baring his teeth.
“Wrong color,” Sungyeol said, and turned back to his toenails. He was in the middle of painting the toenails of his right foot. His left was already done. He squinted. The only source of light came from moonlight through the window. They were sitting in the attic, applying the final touches. It had been their hideout for a while now.
“What do you mean?” Dongwoo asked.
“It’s too dark,” Sungyeol said, and his hand shook. “Shit,” he said, and reached for a q-tip. “Hey, turn the light on?” Dongwoo walked over to the wall and flicked the switch. They both winced for a moment as the lone bulb flickered on.
“What’s wrong with my lipstick?” Dongwoo asked. He went back to the drawer and sat back down, folding his legs. He was lucky he was wearing shorts, Sungyeol thought sourly. Dongwoo could walk like a girl and talk like a girl, but he would never be able to sit like one.
“I said it’s too dark.” He dabbed at the edge of his toe with the q-tip, wiping away the excess nail polish.
“I already turned on the light,” Dongwoo said. Sungyeol aimed, and threw the q-tip at the trash bin in the corner. It hit with a small thunk. He turned to Dongwoo.
“No,” he said, looking at Dongwoo’s face again. “You keep using dark lipstick, and it’s not working. What are you trying to do?” Dongwoo shrugged.
“I don’t know, it’s just my lips are really big anyway, I just want them to look normal for once,” he said, still in that bright cheery voice of his, but just a little more softly now. Sungyeol sighed, and sat up, cracking his back.
“Are you crazy?” He asked. “Guys love big lips. And other big things,” he said with a leer. Dongwoo flushed and slapped him on the arm.
“Pervert!” He said. But he blotted out the lipstick and washed it out. To be honest, Sungyeol couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. Not that the rest of them might not come to understand it eventually, in their own way, but Sungyeol trusted Dongwoo not to ask questions.
“Are you sure we should go out tonight?” Dongwoo said. “Sunggyu said we were going to spend extra time in the practice room this weekend.”
“Fuck that,” Sungyeol said. He tilted his wig and pulled it back a little, and carefully pulled apart a tangle of curls. “It’s the weekend, I can’t stay here.” He stood up. “Where are my earrings?” He turned around.
“Just go out like that,” Dongwoo said. “You always lose them anyway when you go out.” Sungyeol pouted.
“But I like earrings.”
“You don’t need to wear them now,” Dongwoo said. “You wear them all the time, anyway.”
“Shut up, you wear girl things all the time, too! I know you wear pantyhose under your pants, that’s why you get wedgies all the time.” He shot back. Dongwoo threw an eyeliner pencil at him. It hit Sungyeol in the forehead.
“You forgot to draw your eyebrows in,” Dongwoo taunted, and stuck out his tongue.
“Oww!” Sungyeol hissed, and gave him the finger, but he put his hands on his waist and walked over to the door, where he slipped on his black high-heels. They had been the hardest part to find, because even though Sungyeol was slender enough to fit most dresses, his feet were too wide for women’s pumps. He struck a pose in front of the mirror, following the curve of his black dress over his body with his eyes. He didn’t like to wait, because he started getting nervous just looking at himself. He tapped his heels impatiently on the ground.
”Hurry up,” he said. “We’re said we’d be back by three, and it’s already midnight.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dongwoo said, and stood up, yanking his shorts down. “How do I look?”
Sungyeol stared. Dongwoo was wearing gold sequin hot pants and a red brassiere top that he had never seen before, and his wig was still a little crooked.
“Like a hooker,” Sungyeol said. “Let’s go!” Dongwoo laughed and pulled the trapdoor open, walking down the steps. Sungyeol shook his head, and followed him down. But he couldn’t resist pausing, to catch one more glimpse of his ass in the mirror before he closed the door.
Title: Like Me
Fandom: INFINITE
Genre: Gen
Pairings/Focus: Sungyeol, Sungjong
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In response to this.
Wordcount: 393
“Well?” Sungyeol raised his eyebrows. “Is it good?”
“I-what?” Sungjong stuttered, standing in the doorway. Sungyeol turned to face him, but Sungjong was still staring at the mirror, at the long limbs encased in pink ruffle panties and black garters. Sungyeol was bent over, in the process of putting on a pair of black stockings. This wasn’t even his room. Had Sungyeol been waiting for him?
“I said,” Sungyeol repeated, hand on his hips. “Is it good?” He raised his eyebrows-the fact that he had eyebrows was a focal point in itself. Sungyeol pulled up his other stocking and straightened. “You know. This is the kind of thing girls wear, isn’t it? When they’re being sexy.”
Sungjong looked at the wall and tried not to feel angry. It was too late at night for this and he already had a headache. What he really need to do right now was find his teddy-bear. He took his time to speak, taking in measured breaths.
“I get it,” he said. “I already said I’d stop doing that. The whole girl dances thing. I am a guy. Do you get a rise out of humiliating me like this?”
Sungyeol walked up to him, swaggering with his sharp bony hips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sungyeol said. He put his hands on Sungjong’s shoulders. “You do know what I’m talking about, though. I don’t know why you’re denying it.”
Sungjong pushed Sungyeol’s hand away.
“You made your point,” he said. “I said I’d stop already, I’m not a girl-“
“But you look at them, right?” Sungyeol said. He stepped closer. “You watch videos of them when you’re getting off, right?” He swept a hand over the ruffles on his hip. “You like this.” He grabbed Sungjong’s hand and placed it on his thigh. He tilted his head. “I could make a pretty sexy girl too, if I tried. C’mon.” He struck a pose.
“Yeah,” Sungjong said breathily. He stared at the delicate lace edging on the edge of his stockings, black against ivory skin, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, you might clean up well.”
“Might?” Sungyeol retorted. He raised his fist.
“Of course,” Sungjong said, and snapped his garter. “The real test is how you take it off, though.”
“Oh, we’ll see who’s taking off what,” Sungyeol growled, and grabbed his shirt.
Fandom: INFINITE
Genre: Gen
Pairings/Focus: Sungyeol, Dongwoo
Rating: PG
Summary: This is my girl's night out. For this prompt.
Wordcount: 746
“Hey, check my lipstick for me, will you?” Sungyeol turned. Dongwoo was smiling at him, baring his teeth.
“Wrong color,” Sungyeol said, and turned back to his toenails. He was in the middle of painting the toenails of his right foot. His left was already done. He squinted. The only source of light came from moonlight through the window. They were sitting in the attic, applying the final touches. It had been their hideout for a while now.
“What do you mean?” Dongwoo asked.
“It’s too dark,” Sungyeol said, and his hand shook. “Shit,” he said, and reached for a q-tip. “Hey, turn the light on?” Dongwoo walked over to the wall and flicked the switch. They both winced for a moment as the lone bulb flickered on.
“What’s wrong with my lipstick?” Dongwoo asked. He went back to the drawer and sat back down, folding his legs. He was lucky he was wearing shorts, Sungyeol thought sourly. Dongwoo could walk like a girl and talk like a girl, but he would never be able to sit like one.
“I said it’s too dark.” He dabbed at the edge of his toe with the q-tip, wiping away the excess nail polish.
“I already turned on the light,” Dongwoo said. Sungyeol aimed, and threw the q-tip at the trash bin in the corner. It hit with a small thunk. He turned to Dongwoo.
“No,” he said, looking at Dongwoo’s face again. “You keep using dark lipstick, and it’s not working. What are you trying to do?” Dongwoo shrugged.
“I don’t know, it’s just my lips are really big anyway, I just want them to look normal for once,” he said, still in that bright cheery voice of his, but just a little more softly now. Sungyeol sighed, and sat up, cracking his back.
“Are you crazy?” He asked. “Guys love big lips. And other big things,” he said with a leer. Dongwoo flushed and slapped him on the arm.
“Pervert!” He said. But he blotted out the lipstick and washed it out. To be honest, Sungyeol couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else. Not that the rest of them might not come to understand it eventually, in their own way, but Sungyeol trusted Dongwoo not to ask questions.
“Are you sure we should go out tonight?” Dongwoo said. “Sunggyu said we were going to spend extra time in the practice room this weekend.”
“Fuck that,” Sungyeol said. He tilted his wig and pulled it back a little, and carefully pulled apart a tangle of curls. “It’s the weekend, I can’t stay here.” He stood up. “Where are my earrings?” He turned around.
“Just go out like that,” Dongwoo said. “You always lose them anyway when you go out.” Sungyeol pouted.
“But I like earrings.”
“You don’t need to wear them now,” Dongwoo said. “You wear them all the time, anyway.”
“Shut up, you wear girl things all the time, too! I know you wear pantyhose under your pants, that’s why you get wedgies all the time.” He shot back. Dongwoo threw an eyeliner pencil at him. It hit Sungyeol in the forehead.
“You forgot to draw your eyebrows in,” Dongwoo taunted, and stuck out his tongue.
“Oww!” Sungyeol hissed, and gave him the finger, but he put his hands on his waist and walked over to the door, where he slipped on his black high-heels. They had been the hardest part to find, because even though Sungyeol was slender enough to fit most dresses, his feet were too wide for women’s pumps. He struck a pose in front of the mirror, following the curve of his black dress over his body with his eyes. He didn’t like to wait, because he started getting nervous just looking at himself. He tapped his heels impatiently on the ground.
”Hurry up,” he said. “We’re said we’d be back by three, and it’s already midnight.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dongwoo said, and stood up, yanking his shorts down. “How do I look?”
Sungyeol stared. Dongwoo was wearing gold sequin hot pants and a red brassiere top that he had never seen before, and his wig was still a little crooked.
“Like a hooker,” Sungyeol said. “Let’s go!” Dongwoo laughed and pulled the trapdoor open, walking down the steps. Sungyeol shook his head, and followed him down. But he couldn’t resist pausing, to catch one more glimpse of his ass in the mirror before he closed the door.
Title: Like Me
Fandom: INFINITE
Genre: Gen
Pairings/Focus: Sungyeol, Sungjong
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In response to this.
Wordcount: 393
“Well?” Sungyeol raised his eyebrows. “Is it good?”
“I-what?” Sungjong stuttered, standing in the doorway. Sungyeol turned to face him, but Sungjong was still staring at the mirror, at the long limbs encased in pink ruffle panties and black garters. Sungyeol was bent over, in the process of putting on a pair of black stockings. This wasn’t even his room. Had Sungyeol been waiting for him?
“I said,” Sungyeol repeated, hand on his hips. “Is it good?” He raised his eyebrows-the fact that he had eyebrows was a focal point in itself. Sungyeol pulled up his other stocking and straightened. “You know. This is the kind of thing girls wear, isn’t it? When they’re being sexy.”
Sungjong looked at the wall and tried not to feel angry. It was too late at night for this and he already had a headache. What he really need to do right now was find his teddy-bear. He took his time to speak, taking in measured breaths.
“I get it,” he said. “I already said I’d stop doing that. The whole girl dances thing. I am a guy. Do you get a rise out of humiliating me like this?”
Sungyeol walked up to him, swaggering with his sharp bony hips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sungyeol said. He put his hands on Sungjong’s shoulders. “You do know what I’m talking about, though. I don’t know why you’re denying it.”
Sungjong pushed Sungyeol’s hand away.
“You made your point,” he said. “I said I’d stop already, I’m not a girl-“
“But you look at them, right?” Sungyeol said. He stepped closer. “You watch videos of them when you’re getting off, right?” He swept a hand over the ruffles on his hip. “You like this.” He grabbed Sungjong’s hand and placed it on his thigh. He tilted his head. “I could make a pretty sexy girl too, if I tried. C’mon.” He struck a pose.
“Yeah,” Sungjong said breathily. He stared at the delicate lace edging on the edge of his stockings, black against ivory skin, and cleared his throat. “Yeah, you might clean up well.”
“Might?” Sungyeol retorted. He raised his fist.
“Of course,” Sungjong said, and snapped his garter. “The real test is how you take it off, though.”
“Oh, we’ll see who’s taking off what,” Sungyeol growled, and grabbed his shirt.