Sealed with a Kiss [Epilogue]
Sealed with a Kiss
Overall Rating; PG-13
Pairings; MyungYeol, WooGyu, slight!WooYeol
Genre; AU, romance, comedy
Summery; Sungyeol wants his ex jealous. Myungsoo needs the money. It’s a win-win deal.
.
[ 01] [ 02] [ 03] [ 04] [ 05] [ 06] [ 07] [ 08] [ 09] [ 10] [ 11] [ 12] [ 13] [ 14] [ 15] [ 16] [ 17] [ 18] [ 19] [ 20]
[ Bonus]
.
Warning:
Silliness.
Epilogue
Most of the summer he works with Hoya in his dad’s company.
They sit around a well conditioned room; sometimes do some paper works, but mostly just prank call everybody. One time Sungyeol even manages to convince Myungsoo he’s really pregnant, and Hoya almost pisses his pants from laughter in the corner. (After then Myungsoo gives him the silent treatment for two whole days.)
Before they know it, there’s a week left until School starts and they’re sitting in the café, and Dongwoo brings them their orders of a silver tray, looking thrilled; “You guys won’t believe it,” he says and takes a seat next to Sungjong, after glancing to see if the manager is still preoccupied; “We’re going to Jeju Island for a vacation!”
“Define ‘WE’.” Sungyeol slurps from his Americano.
“You remember Daeryong and Soryong?”
“Remember? We go out with them every other week and they call me ten times a day. It’s more like impossible to forget.” Sungjong scrunches his nose.
“-well, their dad owns this resort and they just called to invite me and Sunggyu.”
“So it’s you and Sunggyu,” Sungjong corrects, and Dongwoo shakes his head and continue; “So Sunggyu said that he’s not going unless Woohyun is going, and Woohyun said he’s not going unless Hoya and Sungyeol are coming, and you probably won’t leave without Myungsoo, and Myungsoo won’t go without Sungjong-Anyway, They decided it’ll be cool if they’ll just rent the whole floor for us, since the resort is nearly empty anyway. They said it’ll attract the ladies if a load of pretty men will hang out in their beach…”
“Wait, what? We’re going to Jeju Island? All of us?” Hoya looks as if he didn’t follow the entire conversation at all.
“Didn’t you guys figured that you might ask us before you rent a whole floor for us? Maybe we can’t come!” The only thing Sungyeol thinks of, is that enormous, gigantic pile of homework he didn’t touch whole summer long.
“Oh come on, froggy,” Myungsoo shakes him; “It’ll be fun! We’ll go to the beach together and drag Sungjong to the water.”
“Like I’ll let you! And there’s no way my mom is going to agree to let me go without any supervision,” Sungjong’s looks sulky. “Not after what happened anyway.”
It doesn’t take much convincing for Sungyeol to throw his homework out of the window (it’s not like he was planning to do them anyway,) - its Sungjong’s parents who are the real challenge. But Sunggyu goes there personally and assures them there’s not going to be anything fishy.
“He’s the most embarrassing Hyung I ever had,” Sungjong whines while they’re sitting on the beach towel, face buried in his watermelon.
Sungyeol spares him a comforting gaze before looking back to the water.
They’re both sitting under the umbrella; Daeryong is cutting the watermelon, and hands another slice for Sungyeol. Woohyun is pretending to be asleep on the beach chair, tanning.
“My mom was shocked.” He continues. “He was like; ‘we won’t give him any alcohol until he’s twenty’. I mean, who says that stuff, seriously? I wanted to hit him up his head!”
Sunggyu is currently barking at Hoya to get out of the water because he didn’t apply any sunscreen. Dongwoo and Myungsoo are splashing water on the two of them.
“He’s not that bad,” Soryong says with his mouth half full. “He’s just really awkward. And we know him since forever.”
Sunggyu seems to have failed to bring Hoya, as he’s back, looking frustrated. He lands heavily on Woohyun, who jumps in surprise.
“You’re wet!” He yells, laughing.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” They start making out on the spot, and everybody sort of avert their gaze while rolling their eyes.
“As if last night wasn’t enough for you too!” Sungjong expresses his displeasure.
“We weren’t loud last night!” Woohyun opposes. “In fact, somebody whined that he’s in pains because he got sunburned, and we didn’t do anything! Kind of disappointing considering I went out of my way to come here. Well, maybe today.”
Sunggyu puts a hand on his forehead. “Always flaunting your success, aren’t you? Why don’t you tell them everything while you’re at it?”
“Well, there’s not much to tell, I put my-” Sunggyu blocks his mouth with the towel. “Into your-” and shoves the towel into his mouth for good measure while Woohyun is laughing his ass off with the fabric in his mouth.
Sungjong wails and covers his ears.
They all got individual rooms, and although they hung out in Daeryong and Soryong’s enormous suite-room upstairs to watch a scary movie (then Sungyeol didn’t want to go to sleep for a very long time, obsessing that the ghosts are going to come after him) the thought to sneak to Myungsoo’s room didn’t even occurred to him. Myungsoo came to give him a goodnight kiss, and to tell him that he’s just across the hall.
He probably baited him to come, but Sungyeol didn’t get to hint.
They had a try on the whole sex thing, but ever since then, they barely had time to see each other and go at it again (although they tried it once, Daeyeol came in on them and now was blackmailing him for what it’s worth).
“Ugh, Hyung, you’re so lucky you’re not next to Woohyun’s room,” Sungjong says to him, mouth still twisted in disgust.
“Ha! We were in Sunggyu’s room! It’s across the hall, there’s no way you could hear us… even if we did something.”
“Woohyun room is right next to mine, so I should’ve heard it too.” Sungyeol takes himself another piece of watermelon.
“Wait, Woohyun’s room is number 145? Then who’s in 141?”
Woohyun furrows his eyebrows to think. “Isn’t room that an empty room? I mean, there are seven of us… and eight rooms in the floor…” He looks at Daeryong for some help, and the guy just shrugs; “I gave you guys the keys, don’t look at me.”
“So… what are you saying…? There’s an empty room and there’s weird-ass moaning coming out of it…?”
Soryong looks at his twin brother and Sungyeol furrows his eyebrows at their reactions; they look slightly concerned and he doesn’t like where it’s going.
“Well, actually,” Daeryong starts, and then pauses, scratching still damp hair; “There’s a reason why nobody comes to our resort.”
“You didn’t think we’d actually invite you here for free for nothing, right? I mean… we’re nice, but not that nice. You’re here for attracting customers.”
“Nice going, moron.” His brother jabs his ribs with his elbow, and Soryong laughs at the expressions on their faces. Daeryong takes a large sigh; “Look, you guys, our dad wanted to sell this hotel for years… but no matter what, nobody dares to buy it. People think it haunted.”
“Haunted?” Sungyeol repeats the word, sweat prickling down his spine.
If there’s something he really hates, it’s definitely ghosts (and men-eating-aliens, curtsey of Mr. Kim Myungsoo).
Daeryong rubs his nape uneasily. “They say that there was a freak accident on this beach. A girl drowned to death or something like that. They say she was a witch that lived somewhere nearby. I don’t exactly know - there are a lot of versions to how and why it happened. Some say it was a suicide because her lover left her. Some said the waves came and drowned her in her misery. Either way, in every version in the end - she stayed here after her death.” Sungyeol looks around the beach, and suddenly is shocked to find that they are completely alone, although it’s a sunny day out.
Soryong is still snickering at the looks on their faces, but Daeryong looks a little serious.
“Her moaning sure sounded like someone having sex.” Sungjong says, disbelief written all over his face, and Daeryong laughs and ruffles his soft hair.
Sungyeol, though, doesn’t feel like laughing. If to be quite honest, he feels like running away back home and locking himself in his room, under three hundred blankets (because, you know, blankets are ghost-proof, especially at night.)
Sungyeol yelps when he feels a few drops of water on his body.
Myungsoo sits down between his legs, still wet, and places a kiss on his lips. He tastes really salty after the sweet watermelon. Hoya and Dongwoo take their places on the blanket too, Hoya reaching out for his own portion of watermelon.
“You look like a swim-trunk model,” He complains, momentarily forgetting the talk about the ghosts when Hoya describes how he and Myungsoo threw Dongwoo into the water.
“You should pay me extra for being sexy,” Myungsoo gives him another kiss.
Sungyeol puts the towel on his shoulders, and hugs him from behind; “I’m sleeping in your room,” he decides.
“Mmmn? Why?”
“Because the ghosts are going to eat me, if I’m alone. If they come while I’m with you, I’ll just throw you at them and run away.”
“I wouldn’t mind dying if it’s for you.”
Sungyeol furrows his eyebrows; “When you say it like that, I’ll regret saving myself from the ghosts. Besides, they wouldn’t eat you. You’re too… weird. And they only like tasty things.”
Myungsoo burst out laughing; “Well, you are what you eat, right? And since you eat so many sweets, Sungyeol, I guess that makes you sweet. And ghosts like sweet things, it’s a known fact. So maybe throwing them at me won’t even help. I never even eat sweets.”
He’s being a jerk and trying to scare him. Two can play this game; “Great. So you don’t want me to come to your room?”
Myungsoo stays quiet, and leans down on Sungyeol. Hoya is feeding Dongwoo the watermelon. Sunggyu is half asleep. Daeryong and Soryong and Woohyun are trolling Sungjong and threatening to throw him into the water as well, and Myungsoo barges into the conversation.
Sungyeol takes that as personal victory on his part.
∽
They hang out in the pool, and since they are the lone visitors beside some old American tourists, Soryong and Daeryong open a champagne bottle while they splash in the Jacuzzi like little kids.
Overall, since there are all nine of them, and they know how to party, they turn on some music and dance to girly groups, shrilly singing on top of their lungs to scare away the staff, while swinging their glasses from side to side.
After that, Sungyeol is so tired (and fairly drunk after the forth champagne bottle), that all he wants to do is to go take a nap, but then he gets into one of those heart-to-heart slurry, philosophical conversations with Woohyun, where they practically just say; “Dude, I love you, you’re so nice,” and “No, bro, I love you more, bro.” Which by some point gets into physical touching and from there it escalates pretty quickly to some pecks on the cheeks.
When they are about to make-out, he hears Sunggyu say to Myungsoo; “I don’t know if I’m turned on or disturbed.” And then Myungsoo kind of pulls him away from Woohyun and points his finger at him as a warning.
After Sungjong flaunts that he got it on video and Soryong accidently pushes Sunggyu into the water, Sungyeol and Woohyun resume exactly where they left off on their conversation.
Sadly enough, Sunggyu finally drags Woohyun up into standing.
“We’re going to the room,” he decides, although both his and Woohyun’s walk is groggy. Sungyeol watches the two of them somehow stumble to the elevator, and only then looks around.
The pool hall is empty.
He’s sitting alone on one of the plastic chairs.
Where did everybody go?
He manages to stand up, then sits back down, then stands back up. “Myungsoo…?” he asks instinctively, because he’s sure his boyfriend is probably lying underneath one of the chairs, unconscious.
He didn’t fall into the water and died on him, did he? Sungyeol won’t forgive him if he did.
But Myungsoo isn’t underneath the chair, nor is he anywhere in the water.
The windows that showed a great view of the beach line, were pitch black now. It’s already evening.
A sudden chill goes down his spine, he feels much more sober.
A rattle scares him; he almost jumps into the water from fright. It’s coming from the locker room.
The door rattles again as if there’s something pushing at it from inside.
That’s it, he thinks. It’s the dead witch girl and she came to drown him. All ghost movies started with a lone guy in the pool house, and it’s just his luck to be eaten first.
“Myungsoo…?” He says a lot more quietly, as if not to disturb the ghost, if it’s her. He just can’t dismiss the fact that Myungsoo could’ve gone back to his room without him.
He wouldn’t do that.
He wouldn’t leave him.
“What?” He turns around sharply, and his heart sinks with relief when he sees Myungsoo still fumbling with his trunks.
“Where were you?” He demands. “I was almost eaten!”
“I just went to take a piss- Where is everybody? Dongwoo promised to take care of you until I come back. And Hoya said he’ll take you to your room if you’ll feel bad.”
It’s not like Dongwoo to break a promise. Maybe he felt sick.
Sungyeol looks around, because logic says that Myungsoo is bigger than Dongwoo, and he might be detected faster than Dongwoo, so another check around wouldn’t hurt.
Then he sees the dark windows, and turns around in panic to Myungsoo. “I want to go home.” He clutches onto his shirt.
“We’re leaving on Sunday night, baby. Can you manage not seeing your mom until then?”
“It isn’t my mom!” He stomps his foot. “I’m scared of the ghosts.” He admits.
He hears someone snickering, and he thinks its Myungsoo, but his boyfriend looks at him with amused eyes, and hold out his hand for him. “Come on.” He says; “It’s been a long day. Let’s go take a shower and go to bed, hmm?” which is pretty much like saying; ‘you’re-drunk-and-it’s-cute’, but instead of making a scene Sungyeol nods and takes his hand.
Relationships are all about compromising, and if this will save him from evil spirits, he doesn’t mind it.
They make it to the bed in one piece, and Sungyeol falls asleep just like that, head flat on the pillow, legs sprawled (actually he falls asleep on Myungsoo in the elevator) and after sighing and poking him a few times, Myungsoo gives up and goes to take a bath.
Just when he closes the door after showering, wearing the hotel’s bathrobe, Sungyeol wakes up in a startle, and runs to puke.
Although he gags a little and his stomach feels bad, nothing comes out.
“False alarm! I’m not pregnant!” He yells from the bathroom when the puke doesn’t come, and Myungsoo sticks his head in.
“You okay?”
Sungyeol nods twice, drowsy and still a little stick, and throws his slipper at him.
Myungsoo catches it, snorts.
“You’re such a handful, you know that?” He leans down to Sungyeol, and brushes some of his hair back, and tucks it behind his ear. “What kind of a guy is shitless scared of ghosts and talks about pregnancy all the time?”
Sungyeol takes out his other slipper and hits Myungsoo with it until the other is out of the bathroom. “It’s you and your stupid tadpoles with your pregnancy! You make me sound like some whiny girl on PMS.”
“But that’s kind of like how you sound-” Sungyeol slams the door in Myungsoo’s face to make a point.
Then he takes a long (an hour long) bath.
He expects Myungsoo to be sleeping when he comes out, so he won’t have to clean his clothes from the floor, and just roam around in a clean shirt Myungsoo left in the bathroom.
Sungyeol frowns when he sees Myungsoo immersed in some movie, still in a bathrobe.
He drags his shirt down to cover his privates, somehow embarrassed.
“Lend me some boxers.”
“What for?”
“I hate you so bad, right now. Why aren’t you sleeping like normal people? It’s 2 am!”
Myungsoo sighs contentedly, and preps his head on his head. “So I could see you coming out of the bathroom in that attire.”
“Boxers. Now.”
“Oh come on. I saw everything there is to see, no need to get shy now.”
Sungyeol finds Myungsoo’s black luggage, and fishes out some boxers out of there and wears them. He slumps on the bed. “Move, you jerk.” he tells him, making himself more comfortable.
Myungsoo moves a little, robe a bit too opened, still watching him like some creepy old perverted man.
Sungyeol hasn’t decided yet if he wants to get laid or not give Myungsoo the satisfaction because he’s an asshole, so he just keeps his eyes on the screen, although he barely understands what’s going on.
Myungsoo scoots a little closer, wrapping a hand around him; “Sleep?” he asks.
Sungyeol nods, then regrets nodding because although they both used the same shampoo and soap, Myungsoo still smells better.
He lets his fingers to the inside of Myungsoo’s robe, sliding his hand from his chest to his waist and from there up his muscular back.
Myungsoo kisses his forehead, then his nose and then his lips.
“You don’t deserve to get laid,” he says and rubs his cheek on Myungsoo’s neck, giving him a small peck on his shoulder. “Because you’re a jerk.” He unfolds the belt of his bathrobe.
Myungsoo sniggers in his ear. “And you’re moody. We both knew what we were getting into.”
He ghosts his fingers down Sungyeol’s shirt, and it feels strange and exciting through the fabric, even as he stumbles upon the boxers, and those fingers cup him.
Sungyeol closes his eyes, and before he can bite his lip, Myungsoo kisses him softly, pulling Sungyeol’s lips as he brushes his softly.
Myungsoo squeezes him a little, and Sungyeol takes a sharp inhale of air, a little afraid to show he’s affected so quickly and easily.
Myungsoo robe is loose and opened, and as he crawls on top of him, Sungyeol feels like it separates and hides him from the room.
“I’ve never been this turned on in my life.” Myungsoo says against his jaw.
“Why?” Sungyeol manages, biting his lip to stifle in a moan from how careful yet skillful Myungsoo’s fingers are. He knows just the trick, the right spot to caress and touch and rub, and although roughly second time doing this, Sungyeol still feels like it’s the first.
“Sungyeol,” Myungsoo looks up to him, and his name of his boyfriend’s lips comes out more like a breath; “You’re going to cum in my boxers.”
Sungyeol drags him down by the robe to share a kiss.
It paralyzes him how strong Myungsoo can kiss him; as if to take his soul away along with his breath and common sense.
He vaguely understands why Myungsoo wanted to go to a hotel in the first place.
It is kind of romantic, and he’s not going to lie that the atmosphere is much more erotic than usual.
He moans into Myungsoo’s chin, his own hands roaming on the waistband of Myungsoo’s boxers.
Then somebody opens the door and slams it closed.
Woohyun stares at them for a whole good minute, until Sungyeol finally yells; “Get out!” and throws a wet towel on him.
“You guys.” Woohyun evades the towel; “Please don’t have sex.”
“Woohyun. Seriously, if you won’t get out, right now, I’m going to assassinate you.”
“I would rather be anywhere else but here, believe me! I just didn’t make it to Sunggyu’s room because of the ghost! No way in hell am I going back into that hallway.”
“I always wondered why the two of you are best friends. Jeez.” Myungsoo takes a large sigh, and lands on the other part of the bed heavily.
Sungyeol wants to throw a tantrum and throw a chair at Woohyun’s face - or at least throw his best friend with the chair out of the window from anger.
Sungyeol gets up, face twisted in rage, and is about to push him out of the room (he even opens the door to do so), but then he hears those horrible, terrible moans traveling down the hallway, and closes the door within a millisecond.
He also blocks it, eyes wide like plates.
“It’s the ghost!” He gasps, no longer in the mood for some sexy making out, and Myungsoo groans in annoyance.
“There is no such thing as ghosts!”
Myungsoo walks over, robe flailing around him (Woohyun is probably still drunk, because he curiously checks out Myungsoo’s junk in his boxers and Sungyeol hits him up his head so he’ll stop staring) and opens the door.
Sungyeol and Woohyun peek into the hallway as well.
The moaning can still clearly be heard.
And apparently they aren’t the only ones who hear it. Sungjong is peeking from his own room with worry, until he notices them.
Myungsoo opens the door wider, and Sungjong, in cute yellow pajama shorts, runs up to their room and gets behind Woohyun.
“How do we kill it?!” Is the first thing he asks.
“We can’t kill it! The ghost is already dead!” Woohyun argues. “We should wake up Dongwoo. He’ll exorcise it with his magical laughter thing!”
“We should call Soryong and Daeryong! They should exorcise this thing! It’s their hotel!”
Myungsoo slaps his forehead; “Look, you guys. That is not a ghost. Maybe it’s Sunggyu moaning about his hangover.”
“What are you talking about? My boyfriend fainted on his out bed with his mouth wide open! I stuck some boxers inside.” Woohyun regrets saying that last part because the three of them stare at him weirdly, so he adds; “So he won’t choke on his saliva-talking about boxers, are those new?”
Sungyeol looks down himself, and feels his cheeks burn.
“Those are definitely Myungsoo’s.” Sungjong, always the helpful friend, interjects, and they both snicker at them.
Sungyeol ignores them and peeks down the hallway again. “We need to wake the others. So they won’t get eaten.”
“I’m calling the hyungs! Maybe they know how to make it go away.” Sungjong takes out his phone.
Soryong answers the phone with a half grunt.
“Hyung!” Sungjong says into the phone. “Hyung, the ghost is here. How do we make it leave?”
“What?” He was clearly sleeping until they called.
“The ghost is back in the empty room, so come down here and get rid of it.”
Soryong grunts again. “Are you serious? Daeryong was messing with you guys. There is no ghost. God.”
“But… but why is it so abandoned in the hotel?”
“Because it’s not the season. Everybody are back at home preparing for the start of the new school year!”
“The ghost exists! We can hear it!”
“It’s probably Sunggyu when he’s hung-over. You bunch of pansies. Grow some dicks and stop believing every creepy shit my brother says. He’s been trolling you from the start, for god’s sake!”
Soryong curses some more, then hangs up after yelling; “It’s 2 am!”
Sungjong thinks it’s funny.
“See?” Myungsoo says. “I told you its Sunggyu.”
“But it’s coming from the empty room!”
“What is it about me?” Sunggyu squints his eyes at the light in the room so hard, that his eyes disappear. He must have gotten awaken by their screams, since he’s in the door next to Myungsoo’s. Sunggyu scratches his ass. “What is all the commotion about?”
Sungyeol gasps upon seeing him, because now it just proves that the ghost exists and is going to eat them.
“There’s a ghost!” He exclaims. “In the empty room!”
“What? Why would you think that?”
“Because you can hear it loud and clear!”
“Hear what? I don’t hear anything.”
They all grow quiet.
It really is quite silent.
Sungjong is the first to stick his nose out of the door and glance down the hallway, to check if the coast is clear, then all of them stand there in the entrance and ogle the door of room 141.
But, then, as if on cue, the most peculiar thing happens.
Hoya walks out of the room.
He freezes on his tracks when he sees their curious faces.
Sungyeol wants to run there and thank him for defeating the ghost, but then, something even stranger happens, the door opens second time, and Dongwoo comes out of it.
“Hoya, you forgot your-” Dongwoo notices them, and suddenly looks a little uncomfortable, so he laughs it away; “What are you guys up to so late at night?”
It stays quiet for a second longer.
Sungyeol suddenly understand where Hoya and Dongwoo disappeared to when Myungsoo told them to keep an eye on him. They probably were making out in the locker-room.
He is also reminded that Hoya was feeding Dongwoo the watermelon with his hand.
“Then… the ghost in room 141…” Sungjong seems to be the last one to understand there is no ghost, eyes growing wide with realization.
Dongwoo looks frighteningly onto the door of his room; “Why is it always my room that gets haunted?” He whines. “Why did nobody tell me sooner? I don’t like ghosts!”
***
THE END.
You guys. I just wanted to thank you for being the best readers in the world.
You have been such a great source of inspiration, and warmth and each one of your comments were appreciated from the bottom of my heart. I feel like I failed you because I didn't post last week because of personal problems, and I hope you will find it in yourself to forgive me.
I love you, all of you, to little bits!
This story couldn't have been great without you!
THANK YOU!
