Night of Broken Hearts [Dorm Stories oneshot]
Myungyeol; R; Comedy, Romance
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Dorm Stories;
Night of Broken Hearts
It all happens because Sungjong suggests they should watch Night of the Living Dead.
It’s a rare night off; Dongwoo went to help out in his family restaurant, Woohyun and Sunggyu went on a date (their lame attempt at romance that usually ends with them getting mobbed by fan-girls on the way home), and Hoya decided to visit some dancer friends, so he should be back pretty late (and drunk).
There’s the three of them. Sungyeol, Myungsoo and Sungjong.
Sungjong laughs most of the movie, pushing large portions of popcorn inside his mouth. Myungsoo keeps shoving Sungyeol’s limbs off him because he’s being an annoying twit; he tries to scare him by running his fingers down his spin or slapping a sudden hand on his thigh, and in the end it backfires because Myungsoo gets all hot and bothered, especially because they’re sitting so close together.
It’s not like Sungyeol doesn’t know he has a crush on him, it’s more like he chooses to ignore it. All of them choose to ignore it. Myungsoo ignores it as well. The best he can, anyways.
There’s nothing logical in liking Sungyeol. He’s obnoxiously loud, optimistic and lazy, not to mention taller than him and older than him (yet still thinks fart jokes are funny).
But when he lifts his shirt, Myungsoo turns away, blushing, and refuses to bath with him despite the fact they’re best friends since trainee days.
It’s about eleven when the movie finally ends, and Myungsoo accuses both of them for wasting his time because it wasn’t that scary and now he won’t get his ten hours of glorious sleep like he wanted.
Sungjong shrugs, and wishes them good nights. They have schedule in the morning anyway, and Sungyeol, as the oldest makes sure the door is locked and the windows are locked, although there’s no reason for him to do so.
He also closes the door to their room, reasoning his actions that he needs his privacy although the dorm is half empty.
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“Myungsoo,” He shakes him awake roughly. “Wake up.”
He just fell asleep, and he slaps Sungyeol’s hand away before sinking beneath his pillow.
“Myungsoo!” he continues to thrash his shoulder aggressively.
Yeah, he’s not going to fall back asleep until Sungyeol will get what he wants.
“What?” he snaps, catching Sungyeol’s jittery hand.
It’s also a bit sweaty, but that’s a given since it’s a hot summer night.
“Are you awake?”
“Yes, I’m awake! I thought I was having an epileptic seizure with all the shaking you did.”
Sungyeol frowns at him in the darkness, then leans a little to the upper bunk-bed; “There’s a ghost in the living-room.” He whispers.
Myungsoo slaps his forehead.
Usually this happens when Sungyeol watches ghost movies, but apparently any horror movie will do. This is all Woohyun’s fault. He had once came up with a conspiracy theory about the dorms, since there was no way the CEO would actually allow buying him such an expensive dorm in such a good neighborhood. Somebody died in this apartment; therefore it was sold with a huge discount.
And ever since then, any kind of unfamiliar noise, which is pretty much every noise because Sungyeol is a light-sleeper, and Sungyeol will come weeping with ‘There’s a ghost! It’s the ghost!’
As if he wasn’t enough of a scaredy-cat to begin with.
“There’s no such things as a ghosts, Sungyeol, go back to sleep.” He pushes Sungyeol’s handsome, worried face out of his sight range and falls back down on his pillow.
“There is a ghost, and I want to go to the bathroom!”
Great.
“You do understand that the bathroom is in our room, yeah? It’s right beyond that door. No need to go the living room.” He reminds him, a little muffled by the pillow.
“I know where the bathroom is! But what if it decides to come in while I’m in the bathroom?”
Myungsoo sits up, and rolls his eyes.
“Alright. Go to the bathroom, I watching so the ghost won’t come after you to the bathroom.”
“You won’t make it on time, if you’re all the way up there.” Sungyeol crosses his hands on his chest.
Myungsoo jumps off the bed.
“Are you five? Sunggyu should ban you from watching horror movies!”
“Shut up! Just because you’re an unemotional freak that sleeps like a log, doesn’t mean I have to be one.”
Myungsoo tries to calm himself down when he sees the time. It’s about one o’clock. They need to get up early tomorrow. It’s weird that Dongwoo isn’t back home yet. Usually by now he would be already snoring in the bank-bed next to theirs.
“Well?” He urges him. “Do you want me to come with you?”
“Yes!” Sungyeol sounds relived. “I thought you’ll never ask!”
The bathroom door is exactly six feet from their bunk-bed. Sungyeol pushes the annoyed, half-awake Myungsoo towards the door.
“Open the lights.”
He snorts. “What if it eats me?” He’s full of sarcasm since it’s the middle of the night and if there is something to make him moody its sleep deprivation.
“Better you first, so I could run away.”
Myungsoo chuckles before entering the bathroom and slamming the lights opened. “See? Nothing here.” He spins in place to make sure nothing is going come to eat him.
Sungyeol nods solemnly, still squinting at the bright light in the room and peeks in carefully to see if there’s nothing on the walls and the ceiling.
“Great, now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to sleep-“ Sungyeol catches the back of Myungsoo’s shirt and tugs at it, wailing miserably.
“I’m not going to be in the room while you piss!” Myungsoo opposes.
“But what if it’ll decide to come while I’m pissing!”
“But there is no ghost!”
“You didn’t hear it! It was moaning in the living-room, I swear it was! And I really need to take a piss Myungsoo!”
“Alright, I’ll guard by the door!”
“But what if it’ll appear suddenly in the bathroom! Ghosts can do that, you know!”
“Oh, god! You sound like a six year old!”
“I sometimes take a piss while you brush your teeth in the morning, and you never say anything.” He tugs a few more times, sounding desperate and lost, and Myungsoo rolls his eyes in defeat.
“In the morning, we’re in a hurry and we don’t have times to take turns and I’m sleepy-“
“Well, pretend you’re in a hurry, then!”
He enters back to the bathroom and leans on the sink, crossing his hands on his chest.
He wants to go back to bed, and Sungyeol is being ridiculous.
Sungyeol stands above the toilet for a whole minute until he turns back to him, eyebrows furrowed; “I can’t do it while you’re watching!” He accuses.
Myungsoo can’t help but to burst into laughter. “You wanted me inside the bathroom!”
“Turn back to the mirror!”
“I can still see you in the reflection, though…” he teases.
“Turn back to the wall, then!” Sungyeol yells, exasperated by now.
Myungsoo turns to the wall, still chuckling.
“And close your eyes!” he orders.
“But then I won’t see the ghost coming…”
Sungyeol ignores him and proceeds to do his business.
When he’s finally finishes, he pushes him out if his way to the sink and washes his hands.
“Bastard,” he grumps while soaping his hands.
“Idiot.” Myungsoo bites back, though he’s still smiling.
Sungyeol purposely wipes his hands on Myungsoo’s shirt, and Myungsoo bumps into his shoulder as they exit the bathroom and close the lights.
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He’s drifting to sleep when hears something breaking, but he couldn’t care less, so he just turns to the other side, but before he can indulge into a dreamless, sweet sleep, comes a strangled; “Myungsoo…”
Sungyeol sounds like a child calling out to his mother.
“Myungsoo, the ghost is back…” He’s up on his legs in no time, reaching a hand out to Myungsoo’s sheets and shaking him.
Myungsoo rubs his forehead and looks on the ceiling.
“Myungsoo!”
“Why is this happening…” he mumbles. “It’s probably one of Hyungs back home, so just relax, and go to sleep.”
“No, go tell it to go away! It’s scaring me!”
Given no choice, Myungsoo crawls down from his bed.
He rolls his eyes and opens the door of their room, and peers to the living-room. The only thing they notice inside the darkness is that the door across theirs, where Sungjong and Hoya sleep, is opened, and Sungjong’s head is peeking to the hallway.
“You guys, you heard it too, right?” He asks quietly. Sungyeol nods against Myungsoo’s chest, and his hair tickles Myungsoo’s chin.
“I told you there’s a ghost!” He whispers furiously, and stomps on his foot.
Myungsoo opens the door and shoves Sungyeol to the living-room.
Sungjong comes out of his room, with a baseball bat in his hand.
“What broke down?” Myungsoo asks, opening the lights. They all narrow their eyes because the light stings, and only then scan the room.
The television looks okay. The windows look okay. There, on the floor is laying a picture Sunggyu nailed to the wall last week. A one of all seven of them doing goofy faces to the camera.
Sungyeol picks up the broken portrait. There are a few glass shreds on the floor.
“It’s trying to tell us to leave the house!” He looks completely petrified.
“Oh, please! Sunggyu probably nailed it wrong!” Myungsoo opposes.
Sungjong clicks his tongue. “Let’s just calm down and think of this rationally. Somebody broke into our apartment.”
“What? Why?”
“It’s the ghost!”
“I heard the door opening, and then some creepy voices, and then this frame fell down, and then there were weird noises coming from Sunggyu-Hyung and Woohyun-Hyung’s room.”
“Have you considered that maybe the hyungs just came back home?” Myungsoo feels like the only voice of reason among them.
“It’s the ghost!” Sungyeol yells again, hugging their portrait to his chest. Myungsoo and Sungjong both give him a glare.
Sungjong swing the bat; “There’s only one way to find out.”
They all edge to the door of the room slowly, first Sungjong with the bat raised up, then Myungsoo with a frying pan they found in the kitchen, and Sungyeol who clutches onto Myungsoo shirt for whatever it’s worth.
Sungjong boldly opens the door.
There’s nobody there.
It’s empty.
There are just clothes on the floor.
Sungyeol makes a sound from the back of his throat that sounds like a whale drowning. Which is funny, since whales live in the water.
“Okay, fine. It’s probably the wind.” Myungsoo is quick to reason the broken portrait.
“But I closed the windows!”
“Then it’s the air-conditioning. Let’s just all go to sleep.”
But now Sungjong looks frightened too, as he claws at Sungyeol’s shirt.
Myungsoo isn’t sure what he’ll do with the two of them, and puts his hands on his hips; “Look, there’s no such thing as ghosts. They don’t exist. Nobody died here. It’s just something Woohyun made up-“
But then the three of them hear scratching from the room they just opened a door to.
There’s nobody there.
Sungyeol clutches onto him, and Sungjong clutches onto Sungyeol, baseball bat falling onto the floor loudly.
“What… what was that?” Sungjong cautiously asks, mouth dry.
“The ghost is going to eat us!” Sungyeol panics.
“Nobody is going to eat anybody.” Myungsoo determines. “It’s just the pipes.” Although he’s not very sure about that himself.
Then there’s more clawing and it’s definitely not the pipes, but Myungsoo clears his throat as Sungyeol’s grip grows stronger on his hand. “S-see?” He says. “Pipes.” He closes the door to Sunggyu and Woohyun’s room to make sure there won’t be any more noises.
But then they hear rustles and clinks of metal and Myungsoo clears his throat again; “Come on, Sungjongie, come sleep in our room until Hoya comes back.”
Sungjong looks thankful, and the three of them scamper quickly to their room. Only when the door is closed, they look relieved.
Sungyeol finds a futon under Dongwoo’s clothes rack and they all lay down on it, although it’s hot in the room and uncomfortable with the three of them fitting in together.
Myungsoo finds a sweet spot right where he can smell Sungyeol’s shampoo, but not too close to not appear creepy, and sleep welcomes him with open arms.
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“Myungsoo.”
This time there’s no shaking. He’s sweaty and hot, because another body is pressing to him, and although feeling rather comfortable, hair is tickling his nape. “Myungsoo, the ghost is back.”
“I’m not going to get any sleep today, am I?” he asks, still half asleep.
Sungyeol is half hugging him, and his hands are a light, pleasant weight on his waists. He rubs his head onto Myungsoo’s neck.
He suddenly realizes that Sungjong isn’t in front of him.
He raises his head because he definitely fell asleep between Sungjong and Sungyeol, and sees the maknae snoring off up in Sungyeol’s bed, hand slung onto the floor, mouth in a pout. He looks like such a kid in the darkness.
“Sungjong was uncomfortable on the futon.” Sungyeol explains.
Figures, Myungsoo thinks.
He hears hushed voices from the living-room.
Sungyeol’s hand travels to his chest as he presses himself even closer.
Myungsoo is happy he’s not pressing himself to his front, because his body is way too happy with the situation.
“It’ll go away in a second,” Myungsoo promises emptily, and is too tired to actually say something constructive.
Sungyeol presses his forehead between Myungsoo’s shoulder blades, and Myungsoo isn’t sure where all this skin-ship coming from. Usually he’s the one who initiates the touch, but today he’s all over him.
Not that Myungsoo complains, of course.
“I’m tired…” he says against his shirt, and Myungsoo is so tense and hot and awake all of the sudden, that he feels like this heat wave is going to suffocate him.
“So you wake me up so we’ll be tired together?” he sighs.
“It was clawing onto the door as if trying to get in. then it started whispering something. And I heard it call my name, and then Sungjong’s name, and Sungjong said to ignore it. So we did, but now he fall asleep.”
They hear cluttering, and somebody obviously turns on the television and then closes it, and then the lights flicker in the living-room.
Sungyeol starts whimpering.
Myungsoo sighs and turns to him. He holds onto his face so he’ll look at him. “Distract yourself.”
“How?”
“Count sheep.”
“I can’t do it! There’s obviously a ghost in the living-room!” he raises his tone in annoyances, and the lights in the living-room start flickering again. He can hear snickering.
And they sound like familiar snickering.
Myungsoo tries to distinguish the voice, but it’s muffled because of the closed door.
“Alright, play games on your phone, or think happy thoughts.”
Sungyeol furrows his eyebrows and bites his lips. “Go check it,”
“Why should I?” He has the bad feeling it’s not a ghost suddenly, but he doesn’t want to get up, because their legs are entangled and he can feel Sungyeol’s inhales and exhales.
“You like me, right?”
Myungsoo snorts in irony. Great. Last thing he needs right now is Sungyeol shoving this little fact in his face every time he wants something from him.
“So?” he answers, as if shrugging the matter off.
“So go check!” He orders.
“I’m not moving a muscle.” It’s a principal here, because if he’ll do what Sungyeol wants, he’ll never hear the end of it. “Unless I get something out of it,” He adds, before closing back his eyes and fitting one of his hands underneath the pillow for more comfort.
He hears Sungyeol’s huff, and how his brain works.
Then there’s a door slam.
“Then distract me! Don’t go to sleep! I don’t want to stay alone with it…”
“Am I supposed to talk to you all night long?” Myungsoo snaps, because this is just absurd, and he’s hot and hard and they have to get up in two more hours. “Because I can barely keep my eyes opened!”
How did this happen? Usually on a free night he makes sure to make up for all the lost hours of sleep, but today he’ll sleep even less than on schedule days.
Before he can get even angrier, Sungyeol draws closer to him, biting onto his lips.
“You’ll figure something out.” He says, and his finger ghosts on down his chest till it meets his boxer line, and Myungsoo sucks on his breath.
“I might be too tired to refuse.”
“And I’m too tired to think of the consequences.”
“You’re going to be awkward in the morning and regret this.”
“And you’re going to have wet dreams for a very, very long time.”
“Aren’t you cocky?”
“Could you just kiss me already?”
Myungsoo sighs and draws a bit closer.
They don’t really know at what angle to go for it, so they sort of just stick their lips out like two school boys.
When their lips brush, it’s sloppy, and Myungsoo is 100 percentage sure that he hears Dongwoo’s laughter in the living-room, but he’s doesn’t care one bit.
Sungyeol’s hands sneak down to his waists, and Myungsoo leans down a little more, and before they know it, it’s actually a kiss, not a wet friction of chapped lips.
They stare at each other when they finally stop, because Myungsoo is sure what he wants, but he’s not sure if Sungyeol wants this.
“More?” He asks him.
“Stop being embarrassing, will you? I’ve been sending you signals for I don’t know how long… and excuse me for saying, but you’re seriously thick--”
Myungsoo kisses him.
This time it’s a little more powerful with more frictions, as if they’re trying to swallow each other.
They tease with their tongue a little, and it looks like Sungyeol knows what he’s doing, but Myungsoo easily takes the upper hand.
His body fires up like a firecracker and butterflies gnaw at his stomach, as they slowly move against each other.
But then somebody opens the door. And light is spilled on them from the living-room.
“Oh, gosh,” Dongwoo says and rushes to close back the door.
They both freeze. Myungsoo is still very much on top of Sungyeol, with his tongue down his throat, Great time for Dongwoo to come in. Just perfect.
Before he can even remove himself from Sungyeol, the door is opened again.
This time they both turn to it. It’s the ghost, holding a camera, a drunken Sunggyu and a laughing Dongwoo holding a half-asleep Hoya behind it.
“You guys!” Surprisingly the ghost (which is basically a white bed-sheet with two cut out holes for eyes), has Woohyun’s voice; “I hid in the closet with Sunggyu, and he’s so fat we could barely make it until you closed the door before falling out of there, and then we wasted all night on scaring the shit out of you, and you’re making out?! You’re a disappointment, that’s what you are!”
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At least in the morning, Sungyeol isn’t awkward about it.
He completely ignores him as if he doesn’t exist. It not fair because it isn’t Myungsoo’s fault, but Sungyeol’s. He was the one who wanted to be distracted and to make-out.
When he tells him that, Sungyeol pointedly stares at him but talks to Sungjong. “You hear that, Sungjongie?” He says. “I think the ghost is trying to talk to me.”
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Hi, you guys! :)
Try not to get distracted by the hotness of Sungyeol (kekeke, impossible, I know), and read this notice;This is a part of a series of completely unrelated stories that the only thing connecting between them is the fact that they happen in the dorms.
Read here; Owl- Kitty Thing, or click on the Dorm Stories tag below if you want more!