Of Plum Jam and Dresses [Dorm Stories oneshot]
Of Plum Jam and Dresses
Myungyeol; R; comedy
It all starts when Sungjong comes out of his room; hair tussled, in a tight pink dress.
Myungsoo and Sungyeol are wordlessly lying around in the living-room; Myungsoo watches late-night reruns of the Olympics, and Sungyeol reads some magazine.
They had a horrible, tiring schedule in the morning, but after lunch they were released from activities and also didn’t have anything scheduled for the next day - something that happened once a blue moon.
Myungsoo had hoped to do exactly nothing until really late hours of the night, and then indulge in a long hot shower and go take a deep, relaxing sleep.
“How do I look?” There’s rare panic in Sungjong’s voice, and Myungsoo is so used to see him collected and indifferent, that it seems surreal.
“Like a boy in a dress.” Sungyeol says; which is the bare truth and nothing more.
Sungjong paces once or twice around the room before landing on his ass beside Sungyeol.
“But cute, right? Likable, right?”
“You have no waistline, and you’re bony. I don’t think you’ll pass as Miss Korea. But I guess you’ll get accepted to the ugly-princesses league.”
Glaring at his Hyung, Sungjong turns to Myungsoo.
“What do you think?”
“I’m still not sure why you’re in a dress.”
“He’s grieving his lost youth. Too manly for a dress, what a shame!” Sungyeol snickers behind his magazine.
“You’re just jealous because nobody picked you to a variety-show the last minute.” Sungjong bites back before standing up and stalking back to his room.
Sungyeol shows his tongue to Sungjong’s retreating back as if to mock him.
After another minute of silence Myungsoo speaks up; “I think he looks cute.”
Sungyeol slaps the magazine down as if what Myungsoo said was downright offending, and stares at him for a moment with pursed lips before getting up.
“Go marry him, then!” He slams the door after himself.
To say that Sungyeol was being unusually weird was an understatement. And snapping at Myungsoo about nothing at all isn’t as surprising as insulting his beloved dongseang (even if he does look a little ridicules in a dress).
Sungjong comes out of the room in another dress, this time a really short frilly blue one. “Well?” He demands, twirling in place. “Is this one better?”
Myungsoo wonders why he has dresses in his closet, but prefers not to ask.
“The pink one was... better.”
Sungjong looks down on himself and nods. “You’re right. Of course. Pink is better than blue. What was I thinking? Practice the lines with me, right, Hyung?”
He goes back to the room, giving Myungsoo no time to answer.
For a few long seconds it’s quiet in the dorm, and Myungsoo goes back to the plan of doing nothing (it’s what he does best after all) but then Woohyun jumps out of his room, chanting; “bathroom-break, bathroom-break!” until the slammed door of the bathroom muffles his voice.
Sunggyu comes out of their room, a hybrid of annoyance and bafflement on his face as he squints his eyes on the bathroom door as if it’s at fault. He sits next to Myungsoo.
“I share a room with a weirdo,” He complains before taking the remote control from Myungsoo’s lap and changing the channel.
“Tell me about it,” Myungsoo relates. “What were you two even doing that he bursts out of the room with an emergency bathroom break?”
Sunggyu opens his mouth to answer, then closes it, then opens it again; “We were practicing.” Is the verdict.
“Really? What were practicing?”
Sunggyu can’t lie, so something terrible comes out of his mouth; “Dancing. And singing. And dancing. Well, you know.”
Myungsoo rolls his eyes. They were definitely making out. There’s no debate on that.
Sungjong comes out of his room in another dress; a really short purple one that shows his really, really long legs.
“And this?” He asks, striking a pose.
“What are you wearing?” Sunggyu makes a face. “I thought you and the CEO agreed to strive to manliness.”
“Manager-Hyung said that I have a variety show tomorrow where I’ll have to wear a dress. I don’t want to look to feminine, but then again, I don’t want to look like drag-queen-hulk.”
Sunggyu pats Sungjong’s head lovingly, shaking his head in pity. “Poor you, getting invited to variety shows.”
Sungjong looks even more annoyed now, and Sunggyu stops because he knows Sungjong can bite his hand off.
“It looks okay. But the pink one looks better.” Myungsoo admits, and Sungjong immediately looks thankful and trudges back to his room.
“Okay, I’m good.” Woohyun comes out of the bathroom, pleased, and sits besides Sunggyu. Sunggyu continues to zip the channels pointedly.
“Shouldn’t have eaten all that plum jam.” Woohyun confesses.
“Thanks for the useful information,” Myungsoo sighs.
“I didn’t know it’s an aphrodisiac.” Woohyun explains.
“A what, now?” Sunggyu finally turns to him.
“An aphrodisiac?” Myungsoo continues and suddenly remembers when he got home with Sungjong after vocal practice; Sungyeol was eating from a purple jar, and he had jam smeared all over his chin and cheeks, because he can’t eat without dirtying himself.
“Yeah,” Woohyun rubs his belly. “Talked to my mom this morning, and she said that’s the stuff that got her pregnant in first place,”
“You can’t get pregnant from jam. You get pregnant from sex.” Sunggyu states, always the responsible adult.
Myungsoo can’t really believe they’re having this conversation in their age.
“Of course you can. The more you do sex, the more the possibility to get pregnant raises.”
“Why are you having this kind of conversation with your mom, again?”
“Well, you’re not getting any younger, Hyung! Can’t you hear your biological clock ticking? Who’s going to raise our children when you’re in the army?”
Myungsoo tries not to burst into laughter, but it’s stronger than him.
Sunggyu hits Woohyun with the remote control multiple times until the other begs for mercy.
Just then Sungjong comes out of his room, in a peach-colored airy dress. Since it’s kind of big on him, his body looks disfigured. “How about this one?” he asks.
“See?! Sungjong ate from the plum jar, and he’s already pregnant.” Woohyun says.
Sungjong grabs the first thing that comes to his hands (thankfully, just a pillow) and throws it aggressively at Woohyun before stomping back to his room. Just when he slams the door noisily, another one bursts open.
Hoya and Dongwoo are both shoved out of the room Myungsoo shares with Dongwoo and Sungyeol.
“Somebody’s having a hormonal fit.” Hoya conjures and Dongwoo laughs.
“I heard that!” Sungyeol yells through the slammed door.
“Hey, wait a minute… Sungyeol ate from the plum jam, as well… and I warned him!”
“So he’s pregnant too?” Sunggyu rolled his eyes, flipping through the channels with furrowed eyebrows.
“What’s this about Sungyeol being pregnant?” Hoya chuckles as he sits down next to Myungsoo. Dongwoo goes to prepare himself a sandwich.
“Woohyun’s magical plum jam got everybody in the dorm pregnant.” Myungsoo kindly explains to him.
“You do understand men can’t get pregnant, right?”
Myungsoo is starting to have doubts if his friends are seriously in their early 20s as they claim to be.
“Well, Woohyun found new ways to go against male anatomy.” He clarifies.
“The only thing Woohyun found is new ways of being a dick.”
“A dick that you happen to like,” Woohyun wriggled his hips towards Sunggyu while laughing - who seems just as disgusted by the cheesiness as the rest of the room as he pushes him away.
“You better wish that’s the plum jam talking.” Sunggyu hurls quickly at him, before hitting him angrily.
“What are we talking about?” Dongwoo arrives, already munching on his sandwich.
Myungsoo finally decides to go check up on his best friend, so he stands up so Dongwoo could sit down. He vaguely notices that the contents between the bread slices seem to be eerily dark.
He’s not the only one who notices it, though. “What are you eating?” Hoya asks.
“Mmmn? Found some jam in the refrigerator.”
“Oh, no! The disease is spreading!” Woohyun laughs, and makes Hoya snort.
“What did you put in it?” Dongwoo whines, spreading his slices and smelling the jam.
“Nothing, ignore them and eat your plum jam in peace, Dongwoo,” Sunggyu ruffles his hair, before turning a scolding look at Woohyun. “Stop being an ass. Just because you’re a horn-dog, doesn’t mean everybody is.”
Myungsoo closes the door after himself and their voices become faded.
Sungyeol is lying on his belly on his bed, pillow on top of his head; a clear indication that he’s depressed.
“Are you okay?”
“Perfectly fine!”
He sighs and sits beside him. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”
“No,” His voice sounds a little pouty.
“Want me to leave, then?”
He keeps quiet for a few long seconds, before giving him a quieter, meek “no.”
Myungsoo sighs and puts his hand on Sungyeol’s back. He caresses the folds and creases on his shirt softly until Sungyeol relaxes and peeks out of his pillow.
“I’m sorry,” He says, and returns back to the pillow, as if hiding his face away.
Myungsoo happens to like it when he’s showing him his softer sides like that (Myungsoo happens to like all his behavior, but that’s beyond the point) even if he acts a little bratty. It’s something that is solely theirs, because they’re best friends.
“What for?”
“For acting like an asshole.”
“What’s wrong then? Does your head hurt again?”
Sungyeol wriggles a little but doesn’t answer.
“Your hand, then? I told you, you should show it to a doctor-“
“No! It’s not my hand! Nothing hurts, alright? I’m perfectly fine.”
“Then why are you so moody?”
“I’m not moody!” He finally snaps.
The silence stretches for another minute. Myungsoo can still hear his group-mates discussing Dongwoo’s sexual experience and the current victim of the Woohyun’s ridicules jam laughs loudly.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually horny because of that stupid plum jam,”
Sungyeol sits up with a quick move, grabs his shoulders and pushes him out of the room, and slams the door in his face.
Which is basically the same as screaming ‘YES’ in his face.
“Oh, look, Myungsoo got banished as well.”
“Is he still in hysterics inside? Because then Dongwoo will have to sleep with us and since Dongwoo is such a sexual beast, our chastity is at stake,” Hoya jokes. He and keeps hitting gently on Dongwoo’s back, who’s has his head on Woohyun’s thigh with laughter.
Just then, Sungjong comes out of his room, once again, this time in a crumpled, old, green dress. His hair is in disarray from changing so many clothes, and the dress looks like it’s two sized too small for his body.
“Dude, seriously, where are you taking all this dresses from? It feels like you have more dresses than normal clothes!”
The room cracks up from Woohyun’s comment.
“Fine!” Sungjong throws his hands in air dramatically. “I’ll take Sungyeol-Hyung’s dress. The stylist Noona patched up the front, right?” He enters the room from which Myungsoo just got kicked out of with a slam of a door, without waiting for an answer again.
Myungsoo feels like he should warn him that there’s an angry dragon on the other side, but Sungjong is just as much of an angry dragon right now, so they’ll probably even each other out.
He sits by Hoya.
“So, since we’re having an epidemic in the dorms,” Woohyun continues exactly where he left off, completely unfazed by members wearing dresses. “I get to handle Sunggyu-“ he volunteers.
“No, you don’t,” Sunggyu looks like he had enough of plum-jam talk for ages to come.
Woohyun ignores him and continues with a; “Hoya, I suggest you lock Sungjong with Dongwoo and they’ll settle down on their own, which leaves us with one untended pregnant giant.”
They all avert their gazes to Myungsoo.
Myungsoo is actually watching the music show on TV with a solemn expression on his face, wondering if Sungyeol really is horny, or just angry at something stupid he did and if it means that they’re not talking anymore (because sometimes they just get angry at each other and stop talking for days) until he notices them staring.
“What?” he asks.
Just then, the door of his room is burst opened (yet again) by Sungjong, who’s pulling the shining, red dress. Sungyeol is getting dragged on the floor after him, because he’s holding onto the dress for dear life.
“Just give it up!”
“No! It was a gift from Myungsoo! You’re crumpling it and it’s going to tear!”
“Then just let go, you obsessive giant!”
“Girly girl!”
“Overgrown baby!”
“Get your paws off my dress, Drag-queen-hulk!”
Sungjong gasps, lets go of Sungyeol’s troublemaker dress and looks back on himself; and he’s wearing a green-dress that looks like it’s going to rip any second. He immediately jumps to claw Sungyeol’s face with his long fingernails - but Hoya holds him down; “Too much sugar in your bloodstream! Come on, now, you have so many dresses, why do you have to take Sungyeol’s?” He sounds like papa trying to talk his little daughter out of being possessive.
“I want that dress!” Sungjong doesn’t help.
Sungyeol stands up, hugging the dress to himself, and slams the door of his room.
By now, Woohyun is on his back, legs dangling in air, face red like a tomato and oxygen not arriving to his brain cells from laughter.
“Are you honestly fighting over a dress? God, sometimes I’m not sure who I’m living with,” Sunggyu shakes his head and rubs his temples.
Myungsoo sighs and slips back to the room after Sungyeol.
In the room, Sungyeol is puffing his cheeks while putting the dress back into the box gently, already folded. He really treasures it, probably more for the sentimental value that came with their concert than the fact that Myungsoo bought it.
He sits down next to him on his bed.
“It’s my dress,” Sungyeol reasons.
“But it’s not like you’re going to wear it any time soon.”
Sungyeol looks down at the sparkles in the box.
“You understand that you’re behaving like a little brat?”
“Yes, but so is he!”
“But you’re two years older.”
“Fine!” He shoves the box with the dress at Myungsoo.
“Good boy,” it’s like dealing with kindergarten kids; “Here, I’ll give you a reward.” Myungsoo leans down and gives Sungyeol a kiss on his forehead, before heading to give Sungjong the dress.
Sungyeol stops him by tugging his sleeve.
“Is that all the reward I’m going to get?” He asks.
Myungsoo is a little shocked by the question; “Are you serious?”
Maybe they made-out once or twice (or thrice) when they were drunk, but that was just in the heat of the moment stuff, and being so blatantly obvious that he wants something, is a little overwhelming.
“Well.” Sungyeol rubs his hair. “Yes.”
Myungsoo half-nods, before heading back to the living-room.
“Here,” He gives Sungjong the dress, who looks like he’s been scolded and lectured by leader for a long while.
In fact, the whole room looks like it got lectured, since now they’re wearing bored expression on their faces (Sunggyu probably forbade them of talking of the plum-jam for the sake of peace in the dorm, and threw the jar into the garbage while he’s at it).
Sungjong’s eyes sparkle and he immediately goes to try it on.
Dongwoo looks like he’s about to fall asleep on the floor. Sunggyu isn’t present (probably went to sleep already). Woohyun and Hoya are immersed into something on TV.
Myungsoo gets back to the bedroom.
Sungyeol’s head is back under the pillow, but he peeks to see who enters.
Myungsoo locks the door after himself.
.
The next day, when he comes back from jogging with Dongwoo and Hoya, Sungyeol and Sungjong are together in the living-room.
Sungyeol has his head on Sungjong’s belly, as the other taps on his tablet, probably already back from recording his variety-show.
It looks like yesterday is completely forgotten.
Woohyun exits his room, looking particularly sulky, though. “Am I really shameless? I’m not that shameless, right?” He asks Dongwoo and Hoya as they take a drink of water after the long run.
Myungsoo sits down next to Sungyeol, and glances at his neck.
His skin is really sensitive, so the hickey on his collarbone is a little evident, right between his two moles.
Sungyeol probably notices and slaps the magazine on his head, before going back to reading it and pretending nothing happened.
Sungjong glances at them weirdly, and Myungsoo averts his attention to the television.
At least he got laid.
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I'M NOT DEAD YET!
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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, Night of Broken Hearts, or click on the Dorm Stories tag below if you want more!