Two Strangers Meet [MyungYeol, oneshot]
Two Strangers Meet
MyungYeol; PG; comedy
So Sungjong sets up Myungsoo with his ideal type on a blind date.
Special credits; this was written for infinitewish, who tolerates me despite the fact that I'm a neurotic, cranky mess that can't complete a fic. For the fact that she is the greatest friend, the best consulter, and truly one of the most beautiful people I know. Even though we never actually met, ily. *shy wriggling*
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“Your reservation, sir?”
Myungsoo adjusts the sleeve of his black button-up and clears his throat.
“It should be Kim Myungsoo. And… Bae… Bae Suzy, I think.”
The waiter gives him a court nod after glancing on the list, and gracing Myungsoo with a small smile.
“Blind date?” He asks as he leads into the restaurant.
Myungsoo hums back.
The restaurant's theme is golden and purple, and it’s a lot smaller than what he anticipated. Besides a couple or two, it's empty.
Sungjong had promised that it's a hot spot for blind dates nowadays, but the place is a little odd; the waiter escorts him to the back, between strange partitions. Closer to the kitchens, there's a row of smaller tables accompanied by one long sofa, with no dividers whatsoever.
One of the tables is already occupied by a guy, probably not much older than Myungsoo, tapping on his phone furiously.
Myungsoo gets the table right beside his.
“Feel free to order something in your waiting. I’ll announce when you’re date will arrive.”
“What? In the PA system?” Myungsoo asks, and then understands he must have come off a bit rude. He’s just really cranky, and he really, really hates Sungjong right now.
Blind dates are not his thing, and he usually ends up embarrassing himself.
The guy besides him snorts, still buried inside his phone. The waiter purses his lips together in disdain, then leaves.
Myungsoo looks after him for a second, feeling a bit disrespectful.
“Don’t worry, I asked him the same thing. Looks like a total douche.”
He turns around.
His hair is light colored, and he smells strongly of a pleasant cologne; it’s a familiar scent, but not his own.
His lips are plump, and his Adam’s apple moves up and down as he expectedly looks the way the waiter disappeared into.
He rubs his palms onto his pants nervously. He glances at his smartphone, as if it's an immediate remedy to his obvious anxiety.
“Blind date, too?” Myungsoo asks out of politeness, just to answer the guy.
He glances on his clock. He came half an hour earlier like a complete retard, just because Sungjong, his roommate-slash-best-friend-slash-torturer, rushed him to leave already.
“Yeah. Well. Partly. It’s a blind date on her side. She didn’t know I existed up until today.” The guy signals a younger waiter to come closer.
“I’m going to need a cup with a bit of wine, here.”
“Which wine, sir?”
“Whatever has more alcohol in it.”
The waiter looks like he’s talking gibberish to him; “White or Red? We also have fine rosé wine of a great year.”
“What? Wine made of roses?”
Myungsoo stops himself from snorting out loud; “Bring him a glass of dry Muscat.”
The waiter nods, satisfied, and leaves.
The guy turns to him; “Thanks. I probably look like a complete wreck. My last relationship was a complete disaster.”
Myungsoo puts his elbow on the table, to prep his chin on his hand. “Tell me about it.” He says, thinking about his own last relationship.
“I’m Lee Sungyeol, by the way.” He offers his hand, and a brilliant smile.
Myungsoo takes it, almost without hesitation. “Kim Myungsoo.”
Usually he's more closed off and making new friends is a real hassle to him.
The waiter brings a green bottle and a sparkling clean wine glass, and pours, very slowly, the contents into the glass.
When he leaves, Sungyeol looks into it. There’s not even a half of a cup in there. “That’s all? I should’ve ordered a bottle of Soju.”
Myungsoo snorts. “That’s way more than what you need before your date arrives.”
Sungyeol takes the wine down in one gulp.
Then leans back on the sofa.
“I think they dropped us on the sofa, so that when our dates arrive, the girls will check to see if we get up to move their chair for them.”
Myungsoo chuckles. It would've taken him hours to figure that detail out; “Were you sitting here long before I came?”
Sungyeol grins. “Pretty long. I came an hour earlier, because I just couldn’t sit at home.”
“She’s that important, huh?”
“Well. I only liked her for a year now. She’s a senior in my college major. Kim Taeyeon. Best butt in campus.”
That makes him snort again, but Sungyeol continues; “My asshole best friend Nam Woohyun decided that I’ve been single for far too long since I couldn’t stop moping about my previous relationship, so he just went up to her and struck up a conversation about his ‘seriously hot tall friend’ who’s interested in her. And she agreed. And now he's pretending he's really busy doing homework after he threw me to the wolves - and that asshole never does homework.”
The guy is either really honest, or just likes to talk too much, or a bit of the both.
His voice is a little shrilly, but not unpleasant; it’s clear and light, almost wobbly. It’s funny to see him getting excited to get the words out.
“What about you?” He fills in the lack of Myungsoo’s response.
“Oh, um.” He feels like he got caught staring. “My best friend decided that it’s time for me to stop moping about my own previous relationship, as well. And he found this girl, who is exactly my type, supposedly.”
“And what is your type?”
It’s a weird question to ask, Myungsoo muses, then clears his throat. “Long, wavy hair. Innocent. I guess. Honest.”
“I like them with big tits.”
Well, that sure sends him into a burst of laughter.
“What?” he looks proud that he made him laugh; “Taeyeon doesn’t have big tits, though. But I can compromise. Isn’t relationship all about compromising?”
Myungsoo shrugs.
“We’re going to need a bigger dosage.” Sungyeol mentions a single wave to the waiter. “Bring me a large bottle of this stuff.” He clinks his fingernail on the glass the waiter brought earlier.
Myungsoo notices his fingers are long and delicate. Although it’s a man’s hand, they look fragile, as if they might break if he uses too much power.
“Another glass?” The waiter averts his attention to Myungsoo.
“Uh, no. No, thanks.”
“Yeah, he’s just being modest, bring him a cup.”
“Yes.” The waiter boy leaves.
“I don’t really think you need to drink anymore.”
“Nah, I usually get quiet when I’m drunk, so relax. Woohyun says that even if he tapes my mouth closed, I’ll find a way to talk, like from my butthole.”
“Wow, Woohyun sounds charming.”
“I probably sound charming too, talking about my butthole with a total stranger.” Sungyeol reflects, glancing to see if his wine is arriving.
Myungsoo never actually met someone… so… for the lack of word for it, bubbling with life.
He’s probably from the kind to be always popular, constantly in the center of attention.
Myungsoo is more the type to stand on the sidelines, watching people mob Sungyeol from the corner of the room.
They probably won’t get along at all.
The wine arrives.
“What took you so long?” Sungyeol scolds, holding out his glass; the boy looks sheepish as he handles the wine, with an apologetic smile bows his head. “I’m just kidding, you’ll get a big tip.”
He bows his head again. “Would you like to order? Should I bring the menu?”
“No, we’re waiting for our dates.” Myungsoo explains, and then understand this probably looks really stupid from the side.
He glances around the room.
It’s still eerily empty, besides a few couples.
But it’s an expensive restaurant and it’s relatively early.
He waiter nods.
Myungsoo glances at his clock. There’s still some time to waste.
“Anyway, I bet you the bottle’s cost, if my last relationship is worse than yours.”
“Whoever’s wins at the most horrible relationship, doesn’t have to pay for the wine?”
“Exactly.”
Myungsoo shakes the glass softly, to see the liquid mixing a little, before mentioning it towards the bottle that the waiter left; “That’s a 100 dollar wine bottle.”
“What?!” Sungyeol was just about to have another mouthful of it, when he throws a scandalized look over the bottle, as if it offended him. “Well, okay, since I’m sure I’m going to win, let’s make a 70-30 rate. I’m being nice.”
He’s amusing just to listen to.
Myungsoo leans back on the sofa, sliding one of his legs on the smooth purple leather seat, so he could face him. “Alright, you start.” He sips from the wine.
It’s actually not as burning as he expected it. It probably has low alcohol percentage.
Sungyeol also shifts a little, crossing one of his long, long legs on the other.
“You should get your money ready.”
“Aha,”
“So, let me just put it out there that I’m a really nice guy, and despite what you probably think of me right now, I tend to give myself away in a relationship.”
“Ah-huh,” it already sounds funny, so he can’t help but smile.
Sungyeol continues; “So, I was like, totally all in, but she was probably the most horrible girlfriend there is; she always came late, canceled dates on the last second, forgot my birthday and all that. Not that I mind that stuff. I was in love. We got serious at some point, and she decided it was time to move in together, and I, blithering stupid fool I was, agreed. One day I come home from work and the apartment’s stripped naked.”
“Ouch.”
“She even took my clothes. Hell, she even took my Pokeball collection. What would a chick need a Pokeball collection for?”
Myungsoo laughs.
“She left a note though, on the door to the bed-room, saying that ‘it was fun while it lasted’. Woohyun peed himself laughing.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty bad.” Myungsoo admits.
“Bad enough to not pay for the wine?”
“Nope. Mine is worse.”
“Do tell.”
“So, this girl approaches me. And she seemed really shy at first. We started dating.”
“She approaches you first, but she’s shy? How does that work?”
Myungsoo ignores him; “So at first it was little things, like throwing tantrums if I talk to other girls, or having pictures of me in her room on her wall from back when we weren’t even together.”
Sungyeol cracks up; “Oh, man, that is totally red signal alert!”
“Then she started taking shots of me sleeping, or naked before shower. One time I even caught her filming me peeing. And she just started appearing everywhere I went, because she was tracking my Smartphone with a GPS.”
That makes Sungyeol double up even more, holding onto his belly.
“So I figured she was a little off with her head.”
“A little? What was your first clue?”
“Then my best friend found out she also made a fan-site for me, and she posted everything online. Including updates of what and how we are doing.”
“Even the peeing video? I would love to see the peeing video.”
He raises his eyebrow, chuckling; “What for? It’s currently down; after I finally got a restraining order, police took the site down. My best friend keeps it on his laptop, though, and when he feels particularly evil, he plays it to taunt me.”
“Your best friend sounds great.”
“Yeah, you’d probably get along real good.”
“Your date, sir.”
They both look up in a startle.
The waiter didn’t really announce the arrival of Myungsoo’s date, because she was standing right there beside him, looking a bit puzzled.
Suzy Bae really is his type in all her perfection and glory. She's wearing a cute pastel pink dress that hugs her figure almost perfectly, she's elegant but doesn't have a single haughty vibe in her. Her hair is long with cute flirty curls at the end and she gives off the illusion she's not wearing any make-up, with naturally rosy blush on her cheeks.
He glances at Sungyeol, before getting up, clearing his throat and trying not to cringe at how awkward the situation feels.
He moves her chair for her.
She bows her head in a thankful gesture, and sits.
Myungsoo takes the sit in front of her.
“I see you started without me,” her voice sounds kind of dry, but she keeps a small smile on her lips.
Myungsoo notices the half finished wine bottle on the table, and promptly moves it on Sungyeol’s table.
“It’s this guy’s fault.” He accuses, even pointing a finger. “He tried to get me drunk before you arrive.”
“What? I did no such thing!” Sungyeol is half-laughing, though.
“Is ‘this guy’ my date too?” She asks, and extends her hand for an exchange of a graceful handshake with Sungyeol as they share names with each other.
“No, he’s waiting for his date too.”
“She’s late. Or not arriving. Or something along those lines.” Sungyeol explains, happy that he got her attention as well.
“Probably not arriving.” Myungsoo teases.
“Shut up.” He huffs.
“I see.” Suzy looks amused, and not turned off, which means she’s out-going and spontaneous, and that’s always something good in a girl.
“Well, should we order?”
“Yeah,” her eyes turn back to him, as he orders the waiter for the menus.
She tucks some of her hairs as she skims through it, eyes darting from one word to another, and Myungsoo thinks that he really should congratulate Sungjong for a work well done; she's perfect.
He peeks at what Sungyeol is doing (he’s empting the wine bottle into his glass), and roughly takes away the wine bottle from him, putting it on the floor as soundlessly as possible.
‘You’ve had enough’ he mouths to him, hoping to seem helpful and not bossy. Sungyeol glances at Suzy, then raises his arms into such a position as if he’s holding onto two melons to his chest; ‘BIG’ he mouths back, waggling his eyebrows at Myungsoo, hinting at the size of her breasts (which, Myungsoo didn’t even notice).
He tries not to burst out laughing.
“I can’t seem to decide. What are you taking, Myungsoo-sshi?”
“Oh… um…” he fumbles with the menu, completely deterred. “Probably something with fish…” he tries to skim through it quickly as well, so he could at least pretend he read it.
“Are you two friends?”
“No, we’re not.” Myungsoo says distractingly still tries to find a suitable dish.
“Yes, we’re acquaintances who just met.”
“Really? You seem to know each other pretty well.”
“We’re having one of those moments where two strangers meet and strike up a beautiful friendship.”
“He’s drunk.” Myungsoo slaps Sungyeol’s hand that’s reaching out for what’s left of the wine.
“If I was drunk, I would be really quiet. Like a mouse. Just proves he doesn’t know me that well.” He gets a hold of the wine.
“Your date-”
“Taeyeon.” Sungyeol stands up abruptly, cutting off the waiter, who already seems pissed.
“Hey,” She’s like this perfect epitome of beauty, and Myungsoo couldn’t really picture somebody more perfect than her for Sungyeol, even if she does looks a bit older. They stand next to each other like two models from a magazine. “You must be Sungyeol.” She says, and then eyes the wine bottle.
“It’s his fault.” Sungyeol points at Myungsoo; “He tried to get me drunk, so he’d lay his dirty paws on me.”
Myungsoo snorts, and hides his eyes with his hand, trying to focus back on the menu.
She giggles, not really sure what to make of the situation (Myungsoo doesn’t know what to make of the situation as well).
Sungyeol pulls the chair for her, then plops next to Myungsoo.
Taeyeon looks around, and Myungsoo uses the opportunity to mouth; ‘idiot’ at him, while Sungyeol answers with ‘asshole’.
“Let’s order?” He offers her.
“Sure.” Taeyeon nods.
“I’m going to take the creamed pasta.” Suzy’s voice finally makes Myungsoo realize that he’s in the midst of his own date.
He gulps nervously, then points out at the most random thing in the menu; “Then I’ll have the… Farfa… Farfalle… thing. With the tomato sauce.”
“I thought you liked fishes.”
Sungyeol excuses himself for the bathroom.
“So did I,” Myungsoo says before he can help himself, then curses himself and the wine and Sungyeol.
“Okay…” She probably thinks he’s insane, eyebrows furrowed, or that there’s something wrong with him. Which is kind of sad, considering that she really is a perfect match for him.
“Then I…”
Sungyeol is standing right behind the two of them, waving to him in the midst of the restaurant.
“I, um,” he tries to ignore him for a second, but then he points at the bathroom, and mouths the word; ‘NOW’ really clearly.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” He gets up, eyes following Sungyeol to the bathroom, before finding his way to the men's restroom after him.
The room is green and looks squeaky clean, as if you can eat from the floor, which is only mandatory, considering how pricy the restaurant is.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks him, crossing his hands on his chest.
Sungyeol paces around the room.
“I totally screwed up. And I think my breath stinks. And I think she noticed that my breath stinks from alcohol. What do I do?”
“Well, whose fault is that, huh? I told you to stop after the first glass."
"There's no reason to be an asshole about a thing that has already been done."
"There's no reason to call me an asshole, if I'm only stating the truth."
“I need breath mints.”
“Okay, go get some; I’ll explain you’re having a seizure of diarrhea.”
“You can’t have a seizure of diarrhea! Didn’t you go to school?”
Myungsoo laughs. “This is definitely the weirdest date I’ve been in my entire life.”
“At least I don’t watch you pee.”
“You’re not even my date.”
“Point taken.”
“Okay, let’s do this; I go out, say you’re not feeling well, and you reschedule with her in another time, I get on with my date, everybody wins.”
“She’ll never agree to go out with me again like this! You have to go buy me breath mints!”
“Are you serious? I don’t even know anything about you. You might be a serial murder. She might be your seventh victim.”
“I go to college for a design major and work in an ice-cream parlor to pay for all debt after losing my apartment.”
“Really? You don’t look like the type to like sweets-”
“I stuff myself fat with ice-cream until the point of bursting every shift I have because buying food costs good money, now if you please.” Sungyeol turns him around and pushes him towards the door.
Myungsoo sniffs the air around him now that they're close. “Your breath doesn’t stink, just relax and go out there and everything will be fine. You’re just nervous.”
Sungyeol puts his hands together to his mouth, exhales air from his mouth into his palms then smells it.
“I don’t know,” he childishly stomps his foot. “Oh come, what if I kiss bad? I didn’t kiss a girl for almost a year now. What if she thinks I’m horrible?”
“And what am I supposed to do about you not kissing properly?”
Sungyeol rubs his face in frustration. “I don’t know!”
“Okay, alright.” Myungsoo gets a hold of his hands, and looks straight into his eyes. “Calm down. We’ll think of something.”
Sungyeol takes two quick breathes between them.
Myungsoo really likes his cologne.
“Are you thinking right now?” he asks. “I’m not thinking right now.” He wasn’t actually aware of their proximity until he feels his breath on his face.
He does smell a bit of alcohol.
His eyes are terribly bright and big, and they give off the feeling as if he sees right through him.
They both start to talk at the same time;
"You should just..."
"I don't..."
Their words mingle between them like hot air, and Myungsoo can feel something knotting inside of him, like waiting to burst out.
Sungyeol leans down and kisses his lips sweetly, almost timidly, as if it’s the first time he ever kissed.
Myungsoo pulls him down a little for another taste, not really sure what he’s doing himself. Their breathing mixes and it feels strange and new, and Sungyeol’s hands crawl up his torso like little spiders.
They pick up a pace, slowly, idly, faster and faster, until Myungsoo feels his whole insides igniting and bursting into flames.
By the time someone actually walks into the bathroom, they're in the midst of something feverish and intense, and Myungsoo finds that his hands went to inappropriate parts of Sungyeol's body, as if he couldn't control his limbs. The person (probably a man, seeing to the fact that they're in a man's bathroom) walks out the moment he comes in, uttering a small gasp.
They part painfully slowly, as if trying to linger inside the heat.
“Okay.” Myungsoo breaks the ice.
“Okay.” Sungyeol looks at the tiles on the floor.
“You definitely don’t suck in kissing.”
“Great we have that figured out.” Sungyeol buries his face in his hands either from frustration or embarrassment.
“I think we should just… go back to our dates.”
“Yeah, that’d probably be for the best.”
Myungsoo clears his throat, and adjusts his shirt, but as they come back to their seats, their dates for the night are gone.
“You don’t suppose they also went to the bathroom together, right?”
“I think we just got ditched.”
“Suzy probably told her what batshit weirdos we are, and they decided to escape while there’s still time.”
“Not to mention the batshit weirdness that was going on in the bathroom earlier.”
“Yeah, that was batshit crazy. I don’t know what took over me. Sorry.”
The restaurant is pretty full by now, and there’s just the two of them sitting on the sofas, in front of two empty chairs.
“We should definitely continue this batshit weirdness in my apartment.”
“Hey, come on, man. I’m not that slutty. At least buy me dinner or something.”
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I know you guys, I'm always promising a chaptered fic next thing!
Coming soon!
hopefully.
ahem..
MyungYeol; PG; comedy
So Sungjong sets up Myungsoo with his ideal type on a blind date.
Special credits; this was written for infinitewish, who tolerates me despite the fact that I'm a neurotic, cranky mess that can't complete a fic. For the fact that she is the greatest friend, the best consulter, and truly one of the most beautiful people I know. Even though we never actually met, ily. *shy wriggling*
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“Your reservation, sir?”
Myungsoo adjusts the sleeve of his black button-up and clears his throat.
“It should be Kim Myungsoo. And… Bae… Bae Suzy, I think.”
The waiter gives him a court nod after glancing on the list, and gracing Myungsoo with a small smile.
“Blind date?” He asks as he leads into the restaurant.
Myungsoo hums back.
The restaurant's theme is golden and purple, and it’s a lot smaller than what he anticipated. Besides a couple or two, it's empty.
Sungjong had promised that it's a hot spot for blind dates nowadays, but the place is a little odd; the waiter escorts him to the back, between strange partitions. Closer to the kitchens, there's a row of smaller tables accompanied by one long sofa, with no dividers whatsoever.
One of the tables is already occupied by a guy, probably not much older than Myungsoo, tapping on his phone furiously.
Myungsoo gets the table right beside his.
“Feel free to order something in your waiting. I’ll announce when you’re date will arrive.”
“What? In the PA system?” Myungsoo asks, and then understands he must have come off a bit rude. He’s just really cranky, and he really, really hates Sungjong right now.
Blind dates are not his thing, and he usually ends up embarrassing himself.
The guy besides him snorts, still buried inside his phone. The waiter purses his lips together in disdain, then leaves.
Myungsoo looks after him for a second, feeling a bit disrespectful.
“Don’t worry, I asked him the same thing. Looks like a total douche.”
He turns around.
His hair is light colored, and he smells strongly of a pleasant cologne; it’s a familiar scent, but not his own.
His lips are plump, and his Adam’s apple moves up and down as he expectedly looks the way the waiter disappeared into.
He rubs his palms onto his pants nervously. He glances at his smartphone, as if it's an immediate remedy to his obvious anxiety.
“Blind date, too?” Myungsoo asks out of politeness, just to answer the guy.
He glances on his clock. He came half an hour earlier like a complete retard, just because Sungjong, his roommate-slash-best-friend-slash-torturer, rushed him to leave already.
“Yeah. Well. Partly. It’s a blind date on her side. She didn’t know I existed up until today.” The guy signals a younger waiter to come closer.
“I’m going to need a cup with a bit of wine, here.”
“Which wine, sir?”
“Whatever has more alcohol in it.”
The waiter looks like he’s talking gibberish to him; “White or Red? We also have fine rosé wine of a great year.”
“What? Wine made of roses?”
Myungsoo stops himself from snorting out loud; “Bring him a glass of dry Muscat.”
The waiter nods, satisfied, and leaves.
The guy turns to him; “Thanks. I probably look like a complete wreck. My last relationship was a complete disaster.”
Myungsoo puts his elbow on the table, to prep his chin on his hand. “Tell me about it.” He says, thinking about his own last relationship.
“I’m Lee Sungyeol, by the way.” He offers his hand, and a brilliant smile.
Myungsoo takes it, almost without hesitation. “Kim Myungsoo.”
Usually he's more closed off and making new friends is a real hassle to him.
The waiter brings a green bottle and a sparkling clean wine glass, and pours, very slowly, the contents into the glass.
When he leaves, Sungyeol looks into it. There’s not even a half of a cup in there. “That’s all? I should’ve ordered a bottle of Soju.”
Myungsoo snorts. “That’s way more than what you need before your date arrives.”
Sungyeol takes the wine down in one gulp.
Then leans back on the sofa.
“I think they dropped us on the sofa, so that when our dates arrive, the girls will check to see if we get up to move their chair for them.”
Myungsoo chuckles. It would've taken him hours to figure that detail out; “Were you sitting here long before I came?”
Sungyeol grins. “Pretty long. I came an hour earlier, because I just couldn’t sit at home.”
“She’s that important, huh?”
“Well. I only liked her for a year now. She’s a senior in my college major. Kim Taeyeon. Best butt in campus.”
That makes him snort again, but Sungyeol continues; “My asshole best friend Nam Woohyun decided that I’ve been single for far too long since I couldn’t stop moping about my previous relationship, so he just went up to her and struck up a conversation about his ‘seriously hot tall friend’ who’s interested in her. And she agreed. And now he's pretending he's really busy doing homework after he threw me to the wolves - and that asshole never does homework.”
The guy is either really honest, or just likes to talk too much, or a bit of the both.
His voice is a little shrilly, but not unpleasant; it’s clear and light, almost wobbly. It’s funny to see him getting excited to get the words out.
“What about you?” He fills in the lack of Myungsoo’s response.
“Oh, um.” He feels like he got caught staring. “My best friend decided that it’s time for me to stop moping about my own previous relationship, as well. And he found this girl, who is exactly my type, supposedly.”
“And what is your type?”
It’s a weird question to ask, Myungsoo muses, then clears his throat. “Long, wavy hair. Innocent. I guess. Honest.”
“I like them with big tits.”
Well, that sure sends him into a burst of laughter.
“What?” he looks proud that he made him laugh; “Taeyeon doesn’t have big tits, though. But I can compromise. Isn’t relationship all about compromising?”
Myungsoo shrugs.
“We’re going to need a bigger dosage.” Sungyeol mentions a single wave to the waiter. “Bring me a large bottle of this stuff.” He clinks his fingernail on the glass the waiter brought earlier.
Myungsoo notices his fingers are long and delicate. Although it’s a man’s hand, they look fragile, as if they might break if he uses too much power.
“Another glass?” The waiter averts his attention to Myungsoo.
“Uh, no. No, thanks.”
“Yeah, he’s just being modest, bring him a cup.”
“Yes.” The waiter boy leaves.
“I don’t really think you need to drink anymore.”
“Nah, I usually get quiet when I’m drunk, so relax. Woohyun says that even if he tapes my mouth closed, I’ll find a way to talk, like from my butthole.”
“Wow, Woohyun sounds charming.”
“I probably sound charming too, talking about my butthole with a total stranger.” Sungyeol reflects, glancing to see if his wine is arriving.
Myungsoo never actually met someone… so… for the lack of word for it, bubbling with life.
He’s probably from the kind to be always popular, constantly in the center of attention.
Myungsoo is more the type to stand on the sidelines, watching people mob Sungyeol from the corner of the room.
They probably won’t get along at all.
The wine arrives.
“What took you so long?” Sungyeol scolds, holding out his glass; the boy looks sheepish as he handles the wine, with an apologetic smile bows his head. “I’m just kidding, you’ll get a big tip.”
He bows his head again. “Would you like to order? Should I bring the menu?”
“No, we’re waiting for our dates.” Myungsoo explains, and then understand this probably looks really stupid from the side.
He glances around the room.
It’s still eerily empty, besides a few couples.
But it’s an expensive restaurant and it’s relatively early.
He waiter nods.
Myungsoo glances at his clock. There’s still some time to waste.
“Anyway, I bet you the bottle’s cost, if my last relationship is worse than yours.”
“Whoever’s wins at the most horrible relationship, doesn’t have to pay for the wine?”
“Exactly.”
Myungsoo shakes the glass softly, to see the liquid mixing a little, before mentioning it towards the bottle that the waiter left; “That’s a 100 dollar wine bottle.”
“What?!” Sungyeol was just about to have another mouthful of it, when he throws a scandalized look over the bottle, as if it offended him. “Well, okay, since I’m sure I’m going to win, let’s make a 70-30 rate. I’m being nice.”
He’s amusing just to listen to.
Myungsoo leans back on the sofa, sliding one of his legs on the smooth purple leather seat, so he could face him. “Alright, you start.” He sips from the wine.
It’s actually not as burning as he expected it. It probably has low alcohol percentage.
Sungyeol also shifts a little, crossing one of his long, long legs on the other.
“You should get your money ready.”
“Aha,”
“So, let me just put it out there that I’m a really nice guy, and despite what you probably think of me right now, I tend to give myself away in a relationship.”
“Ah-huh,” it already sounds funny, so he can’t help but smile.
Sungyeol continues; “So, I was like, totally all in, but she was probably the most horrible girlfriend there is; she always came late, canceled dates on the last second, forgot my birthday and all that. Not that I mind that stuff. I was in love. We got serious at some point, and she decided it was time to move in together, and I, blithering stupid fool I was, agreed. One day I come home from work and the apartment’s stripped naked.”
“Ouch.”
“She even took my clothes. Hell, she even took my Pokeball collection. What would a chick need a Pokeball collection for?”
Myungsoo laughs.
“She left a note though, on the door to the bed-room, saying that ‘it was fun while it lasted’. Woohyun peed himself laughing.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty bad.” Myungsoo admits.
“Bad enough to not pay for the wine?”
“Nope. Mine is worse.”
“Do tell.”
“So, this girl approaches me. And she seemed really shy at first. We started dating.”
“She approaches you first, but she’s shy? How does that work?”
Myungsoo ignores him; “So at first it was little things, like throwing tantrums if I talk to other girls, or having pictures of me in her room on her wall from back when we weren’t even together.”
Sungyeol cracks up; “Oh, man, that is totally red signal alert!”
“Then she started taking shots of me sleeping, or naked before shower. One time I even caught her filming me peeing. And she just started appearing everywhere I went, because she was tracking my Smartphone with a GPS.”
That makes Sungyeol double up even more, holding onto his belly.
“So I figured she was a little off with her head.”
“A little? What was your first clue?”
“Then my best friend found out she also made a fan-site for me, and she posted everything online. Including updates of what and how we are doing.”
“Even the peeing video? I would love to see the peeing video.”
He raises his eyebrow, chuckling; “What for? It’s currently down; after I finally got a restraining order, police took the site down. My best friend keeps it on his laptop, though, and when he feels particularly evil, he plays it to taunt me.”
“Your best friend sounds great.”
“Yeah, you’d probably get along real good.”
“Your date, sir.”
They both look up in a startle.
The waiter didn’t really announce the arrival of Myungsoo’s date, because she was standing right there beside him, looking a bit puzzled.
Suzy Bae really is his type in all her perfection and glory. She's wearing a cute pastel pink dress that hugs her figure almost perfectly, she's elegant but doesn't have a single haughty vibe in her. Her hair is long with cute flirty curls at the end and she gives off the illusion she's not wearing any make-up, with naturally rosy blush on her cheeks.
He glances at Sungyeol, before getting up, clearing his throat and trying not to cringe at how awkward the situation feels.
He moves her chair for her.
She bows her head in a thankful gesture, and sits.
Myungsoo takes the sit in front of her.
“I see you started without me,” her voice sounds kind of dry, but she keeps a small smile on her lips.
Myungsoo notices the half finished wine bottle on the table, and promptly moves it on Sungyeol’s table.
“It’s this guy’s fault.” He accuses, even pointing a finger. “He tried to get me drunk before you arrive.”
“What? I did no such thing!” Sungyeol is half-laughing, though.
“Is ‘this guy’ my date too?” She asks, and extends her hand for an exchange of a graceful handshake with Sungyeol as they share names with each other.
“No, he’s waiting for his date too.”
“She’s late. Or not arriving. Or something along those lines.” Sungyeol explains, happy that he got her attention as well.
“Probably not arriving.” Myungsoo teases.
“Shut up.” He huffs.
“I see.” Suzy looks amused, and not turned off, which means she’s out-going and spontaneous, and that’s always something good in a girl.
“Well, should we order?”
“Yeah,” her eyes turn back to him, as he orders the waiter for the menus.
She tucks some of her hairs as she skims through it, eyes darting from one word to another, and Myungsoo thinks that he really should congratulate Sungjong for a work well done; she's perfect.
He peeks at what Sungyeol is doing (he’s empting the wine bottle into his glass), and roughly takes away the wine bottle from him, putting it on the floor as soundlessly as possible.
‘You’ve had enough’ he mouths to him, hoping to seem helpful and not bossy. Sungyeol glances at Suzy, then raises his arms into such a position as if he’s holding onto two melons to his chest; ‘BIG’ he mouths back, waggling his eyebrows at Myungsoo, hinting at the size of her breasts (which, Myungsoo didn’t even notice).
He tries not to burst out laughing.
“I can’t seem to decide. What are you taking, Myungsoo-sshi?”
“Oh… um…” he fumbles with the menu, completely deterred. “Probably something with fish…” he tries to skim through it quickly as well, so he could at least pretend he read it.
“Are you two friends?”
“No, we’re not.” Myungsoo says distractingly still tries to find a suitable dish.
“Yes, we’re acquaintances who just met.”
“Really? You seem to know each other pretty well.”
“We’re having one of those moments where two strangers meet and strike up a beautiful friendship.”
“He’s drunk.” Myungsoo slaps Sungyeol’s hand that’s reaching out for what’s left of the wine.
“If I was drunk, I would be really quiet. Like a mouse. Just proves he doesn’t know me that well.” He gets a hold of the wine.
“Your date-”
“Taeyeon.” Sungyeol stands up abruptly, cutting off the waiter, who already seems pissed.
“Hey,” She’s like this perfect epitome of beauty, and Myungsoo couldn’t really picture somebody more perfect than her for Sungyeol, even if she does looks a bit older. They stand next to each other like two models from a magazine. “You must be Sungyeol.” She says, and then eyes the wine bottle.
“It’s his fault.” Sungyeol points at Myungsoo; “He tried to get me drunk, so he’d lay his dirty paws on me.”
Myungsoo snorts, and hides his eyes with his hand, trying to focus back on the menu.
She giggles, not really sure what to make of the situation (Myungsoo doesn’t know what to make of the situation as well).
Sungyeol pulls the chair for her, then plops next to Myungsoo.
Taeyeon looks around, and Myungsoo uses the opportunity to mouth; ‘idiot’ at him, while Sungyeol answers with ‘asshole’.
“Let’s order?” He offers her.
“Sure.” Taeyeon nods.
“I’m going to take the creamed pasta.” Suzy’s voice finally makes Myungsoo realize that he’s in the midst of his own date.
He gulps nervously, then points out at the most random thing in the menu; “Then I’ll have the… Farfa… Farfalle… thing. With the tomato sauce.”
“I thought you liked fishes.”
Sungyeol excuses himself for the bathroom.
“So did I,” Myungsoo says before he can help himself, then curses himself and the wine and Sungyeol.
“Okay…” She probably thinks he’s insane, eyebrows furrowed, or that there’s something wrong with him. Which is kind of sad, considering that she really is a perfect match for him.
“Then I…”
Sungyeol is standing right behind the two of them, waving to him in the midst of the restaurant.
“I, um,” he tries to ignore him for a second, but then he points at the bathroom, and mouths the word; ‘NOW’ really clearly.
“I need to go to the bathroom.” He gets up, eyes following Sungyeol to the bathroom, before finding his way to the men's restroom after him.
The room is green and looks squeaky clean, as if you can eat from the floor, which is only mandatory, considering how pricy the restaurant is.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He asks him, crossing his hands on his chest.
Sungyeol paces around the room.
“I totally screwed up. And I think my breath stinks. And I think she noticed that my breath stinks from alcohol. What do I do?”
“Well, whose fault is that, huh? I told you to stop after the first glass."
"There's no reason to be an asshole about a thing that has already been done."
"There's no reason to call me an asshole, if I'm only stating the truth."
“I need breath mints.”
“Okay, go get some; I’ll explain you’re having a seizure of diarrhea.”
“You can’t have a seizure of diarrhea! Didn’t you go to school?”
Myungsoo laughs. “This is definitely the weirdest date I’ve been in my entire life.”
“At least I don’t watch you pee.”
“You’re not even my date.”
“Point taken.”
“Okay, let’s do this; I go out, say you’re not feeling well, and you reschedule with her in another time, I get on with my date, everybody wins.”
“She’ll never agree to go out with me again like this! You have to go buy me breath mints!”
“Are you serious? I don’t even know anything about you. You might be a serial murder. She might be your seventh victim.”
“I go to college for a design major and work in an ice-cream parlor to pay for all debt after losing my apartment.”
“Really? You don’t look like the type to like sweets-”
“I stuff myself fat with ice-cream until the point of bursting every shift I have because buying food costs good money, now if you please.” Sungyeol turns him around and pushes him towards the door.
Myungsoo sniffs the air around him now that they're close. “Your breath doesn’t stink, just relax and go out there and everything will be fine. You’re just nervous.”
Sungyeol puts his hands together to his mouth, exhales air from his mouth into his palms then smells it.
“I don’t know,” he childishly stomps his foot. “Oh come, what if I kiss bad? I didn’t kiss a girl for almost a year now. What if she thinks I’m horrible?”
“And what am I supposed to do about you not kissing properly?”
Sungyeol rubs his face in frustration. “I don’t know!”
“Okay, alright.” Myungsoo gets a hold of his hands, and looks straight into his eyes. “Calm down. We’ll think of something.”
Sungyeol takes two quick breathes between them.
Myungsoo really likes his cologne.
“Are you thinking right now?” he asks. “I’m not thinking right now.” He wasn’t actually aware of their proximity until he feels his breath on his face.
He does smell a bit of alcohol.
His eyes are terribly bright and big, and they give off the feeling as if he sees right through him.
They both start to talk at the same time;
"You should just..."
"I don't..."
Their words mingle between them like hot air, and Myungsoo can feel something knotting inside of him, like waiting to burst out.
Sungyeol leans down and kisses his lips sweetly, almost timidly, as if it’s the first time he ever kissed.
Myungsoo pulls him down a little for another taste, not really sure what he’s doing himself. Their breathing mixes and it feels strange and new, and Sungyeol’s hands crawl up his torso like little spiders.
They pick up a pace, slowly, idly, faster and faster, until Myungsoo feels his whole insides igniting and bursting into flames.
By the time someone actually walks into the bathroom, they're in the midst of something feverish and intense, and Myungsoo finds that his hands went to inappropriate parts of Sungyeol's body, as if he couldn't control his limbs. The person (probably a man, seeing to the fact that they're in a man's bathroom) walks out the moment he comes in, uttering a small gasp.
They part painfully slowly, as if trying to linger inside the heat.
“Okay.” Myungsoo breaks the ice.
“Okay.” Sungyeol looks at the tiles on the floor.
“You definitely don’t suck in kissing.”
“Great we have that figured out.” Sungyeol buries his face in his hands either from frustration or embarrassment.
“I think we should just… go back to our dates.”
“Yeah, that’d probably be for the best.”
Myungsoo clears his throat, and adjusts his shirt, but as they come back to their seats, their dates for the night are gone.
“You don’t suppose they also went to the bathroom together, right?”
“I think we just got ditched.”
“Suzy probably told her what batshit weirdos we are, and they decided to escape while there’s still time.”
“Not to mention the batshit weirdness that was going on in the bathroom earlier.”
“Yeah, that was batshit crazy. I don’t know what took over me. Sorry.”
The restaurant is pretty full by now, and there’s just the two of them sitting on the sofas, in front of two empty chairs.
“We should definitely continue this batshit weirdness in my apartment.”
“Hey, come on, man. I’m not that slutty. At least buy me dinner or something.”
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I know you guys, I'm always promising a chaptered fic next thing!
Coming soon!
hopefully.
ahem..