What You Don't Know [MyungYeol drabble, R]
Myungyeol, R, romance, comedy-ish
*If you read it twice it makes much more sense! :>
A lame ass party.
That's how Sungyeol would define his current location to any person who would lend a willing ear. He looks around, blowing an exhausted puff of boredom before staring into his glass.
Someone was kind enough to pour him red wine and that was, hands down, the most exciting thing that had happened to him the entire evening.
Sure, Sungyeol was into literature. Sure he got his PhD and excited his professors with his stories and opinions. Sungyeol is cynical, coherent and flowing on the page, expressing what he cannot in real life. He was really honoured to be invited to a small charity gala for some whiny writer's organization.
He didn't think he'll have to mingle among posh, snobbish people that wrote ten thousand books and looked at him like he's fresh meat on the market.
He stirs the wine in his cup and gulps it down.
Someone better get him a refill.
"Are you thinking of me right now?"
His clingy boyfriend with his clingy texts. He toys his phone, his mood growing sour. They've been together all day, and it would've looked weird if he brought him along as a date, so they had to part ways for the evening.
Couldn't he spend one damn evening away from him? Then again, before he bumped into Sungyeol, girls were crawling on all fours after him, so it might be good keeping him on a leash.
Sungyeol sends back; "I might be." Before shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
He scans the large hall.
Women are dressed in spectacular evening gowns, heavy necklaces adorning their aristocratic necks. Men are dressed a little more freely, choosing between strictly formal and less formal. Heck, he even saw a guy walking about in sneakers a few minutes ago (which was a little tragic considering he was way older than 50 - probably trying to keep the facade of eternal youth and all that shit).
He himself tried to go for something casual and nonchalant, so a jacket and a white shirt underneath it went perfectly fine.
He stops one of the waiters and reaches out his glass.
While the liquid fills his glass, his eyes roam on the room and stop on a male by the appetizer table.
He must have just arrived.
His outfit is entirely black; black button-up, black tailored pants and dark shoes. His hair is slightly shaggy as if he just woke up, and was too lazy to settle in properly - but that kind of 'just-out-of-bed' manner is sexy.
He has a cute smile. Boyish dimples lighten his face as he laughs from something his associate tells him.
He's probably not too interested in the conversation, because his eyes leave his friend's face and meet Sungyeol's across the room.
Sungyeol clears his throat and looks away as if scorched, and back onto his now full cup.
He takes another long sip when another text arrives.
"You're bored without me."
He's not even sure if it's a statement or a question, but his boyfriend is cryptic like that, and demands attention.
"I might be." He returns.
"I'm bored without you."
"Try having a beer."
"I'm wearing your shirt."
Wow, seriously.
"Is that my new one? You better not dirty it."
"Or else what? Are you going to come home and punish me?"
Sungyeol is just rolling his eyes when his professor comes up to him and shakes him by the shoulders; "You have to meet this brilliant young man, Sungyeol. This is Kim Sunggyu. He released his first book a couple of months ago. Sunggyu, this bright college graduate is Lee Sungyeol. He's in the process of publishing his first novel, as well, you see."
His professor probably thinks he's playing a real matchmaker between the future rising stars of the literature world.
Sungyeol shares a friendly handshake with the man introduced to him; "Ah, you wrote 'Another Me' right? I read it the first edition." Sungyeol admits, happy that at least coming to the gala wasn't a complete waste of time.
"Yes." Sunggyu looks happy to be acknowledged.
The professor looks between them, accomplished, before excusing himself to some other important matter and leaving him to socialize. They both look after him, then sigh at the same time, then look back at each other.
"I have to say, you really have a way with descriptions. The way you voiced out your opinion was great." Sungyeol breaks the ice. He really did like the book after all. The moment he finished it, though, his boyfriend made a stabilizing device for their creaking bed out of the poor book, claiming that now that it served his initial purpose, it found a new one and that Sungyeol should be happy with it.
"Thanks." Sunggyu says, looking around with a frown. "This is so surreal. The people here either didn't hear of it, or make a face because it's fictional."
"Damn aristocrats. They think of such ideas as below them. I honestly really liked the whole concept of living a life-time in 60 seconds."
Sunggyu seems amused by this. "You're probably the first person who says that. The sales were a flop. My agent was embarrassed."
Sungyeol sips from his wine, eyes traveling to the appetizer table without really noticing. The guy in black is now tasting one of tiny sandwiches. He grazes his thumb on his lips to lick leftovers of sauce and his eyes dart to Sungyeol.
"Don't feel bad about it. It happens to all of us to the beginning. It even happened to them quite a few times." He signals the crowds.
"You talk about them like they're animals." Sunggyu laughs.
He has a melodic laughter, but Sungyeol keeps getting distracted.
"Well, I hate socializing with them. Makes me remember my poor social economical status."
"To poor social economical status." Sunggyu raises his glass, and Sungyeol clinks his own on glass on it good-heartedly.
"So what is your book about?"
"Ugh... it's well... dystopian. I think."
"You think."
"I just kind of thought of the idea and wrote it, and just then realized I might want to publish it."
"Have you decided on a name yet? So I would know what to look for once it's released."
Sungyeol glances to the appetizer table.
He's staring at him. He's staring at him. He's totally staring at him.
He can't hide the smirk that stretches on his lips. "It's not official yet, but I think it'll be 'Destiny'."
Sunggyu nods. "Sounds good. Well, good luck."
"I'm going to need it, huh?"
"It's a harsh world out there."
Sungyeol snorts, stealing another sideway glance before twirling his gaze away.
He's usually really bad at flirting, but this across-the-room thing works out really well for him.
And it's not like he's doing anything wrong.
"You're Woohyun's friend, right?"
Sungyeol tucks his phone away. Friends? Really? Is that how they look like?
"Something like that." He answers.
Sunggyu snickers; "He's something like that with a lot of people."
"He really needs to control his ego if he wants to make friends."
"So I guess you're a bit more than something like that."
"A bit more, yes." Sungyeol agrees.
"Hi."
Sungyeol finds it in himself not to break the glass from surprise.
It's the guy from across the room, only so much more closer he can smell his cologne and see the dim lightening reflect in his eyes. The associate that he was talking to seemed to have accompanied him all the way here. They're both familiar with Sunggyu, apparently.
Great going, professor. And Sungyeol thought he might call it quits for the night.
"Hyung, when are we going home, my legs are sore.", The younger man shakes his sleeve, almost tearing Sungyeol's attention from the male beside him.
"We just came here." Sunggyu scolds. "You insisted on coming for the free food."
"Hyung, these new shoes are killing me. And Dongwoo-hyung and Hoya-hyung couldn't make it, so let's just go home."
"Don't be such a brat, Sungjong." Sunggyu sighs, then glances at Sungyeol. "Oh, um. This is Lee Sungyeol." He introduces; "Sungyeol, this is Lee Sungjong, my baby cousin-"
"Why do you have to use the word baby-"
"and Kim Myungsoo. Although you guys probably already know each other, judging by the fact you're both from Woohyun's course."
"No." Myungsoo says, calmly looking away from Sungyeol. "No, we don't."
Sungyeol thinks right about now should be a good time to escape to the bathroom.
"I, uh, pleased to meet you." Sungyeol tries, giving an awkward smile.
"Is this why we're not leaving?" Sungjong turns to Sunggyu with furrowed eyebrows. "So you could stalk Woohyun while you're not stalking him?"
Huh?
"What? When did I ever stalk Woohyun?" Sunggyu sputters, scandalized.
Sungjong looks skeptic, before giving an apologetic handshake to Sungyeol. "Is he been bothering you with questions about Woohyun? I'm really sorry."
"Don't make me look like I'm not okay in my head." Sunggyu huffs, miserably failing to ease out his reddening cheeks.
"Hyung, you should see someone about your obsessive-compulsive-"
"Okay, you want home, let's go home."
while Sunggyu puts his glass on a nearby stand, triumph flashes on Sungjong's face.
"I'm sorry, Sungyeol." Sunggyu apologizes for his departure. "Myungsoo you coming with us?"
"No, I would rather stay."
Sungyeol gulps, still avoiding blatantly straying his eyes at him.
"Alright."
Sunggyu says his goodbyes.
Oh god.
"So, you're a writer, huh?"
He finishes his second cup of wine just for the heck of it.
"Yeah." At least he broke the ice. "What about you, what do you do?"
"I'm living off my roommate."
"Huh, so you live with a roommate."
"Yes. We live in Hongdae."
"Really? I live there with my boyfriend."
He doesn't look disappointed by that. "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah."
Myungsoo is lets his gaze travel on Sungyeol's body. "What's he like?"
Sungyeol snorts and covers his eyes with his hand in embarrassment. He's not sure if he's actually turned on or if it's the wine - but probably the mix of the both. "I really can't do this."
"Can't do what? We're not doing anything." He hears Myungsoo's voice over the chatter. "Yet."
He takes a long inhale, then looks back at him. "So, you're freeloading off your roommate." He starts anew.
Myungsoo smirks at him, and his boyish dimples disappear.
A wicked glint dances in his eyes. "Yup. I'm a freelance photographer, but currently I'm more interested in nudes, so that drives my work into a dead end."
"Why's that?"
"Because it's hard to find a good model."
"It's hard to find someone who will get naked for you?"
Because, really, one glance from him could impregnate a fertile female.
"You look like you might be a good model."
"A good nude model."
"Yeah."
"Why's that?"
"Long legs. Nice torso. Good muscles. Beautiful face." He starts from the bottom, slowly ascending his eyes up until they meet Sungyeol's.
Sungyeol snickers, and decides he needs more wine.
"Nice ass, too." Myungsoo adds.
"Really? I recall somebody saying my ass is small."
"Did your boyfriend told you that? Wow, he really doesn't treat you right."
Sungyeol laughs. "It's me who's not treating him right." He admits, staring right into Myungsoo's eyes.
Myungsoo licks his lower lip.
"I have to go to the bathroom." Sungyeol decides, putting his cup on the same stand Sunggyu did.
"Okay." Myungsoo nods.
He gives him a court smile as he leaves.
Sungyeol can still feels his gaze following him all the way until the door is closed behind him.
He takes a quick shaky breathe, before wetting his face a little.
His heart is racing.
He didn't know he'll get so excited out of such a silly thing.
Maybe he should just go home.
The door of the bathroom bursts open, and Myungsoo scans the bathroom to make sure it's empty, before catching him by the hand and pulling him down for a kiss.
His lips are sweet and his breath is hot and unstable.
Sungyeol is also at blame here, because he accepts it, because he lets himself to get dragged to one of the booths, and get clamped to the wall.
Myungsoo smells strongly of something minty but he tastes completely different from that, like of something forbidden and wrong and delicious.
"Let me treat you right," Myungsoo says into his lips pressing a few soft kisses on his jaw.
His stomach curls up with fright when he feels Myungsoo's sweaty palm underneath his shirt, playing with the bandwidth of his boxers.
"Wait, wait-" He says between kisses, trying to muster the courage to say something a bit more seething, but nothing comes up besides hazy thoughts.
Myungsoo kisses his collarbone, then descends down on his knees and pulls off his belt almost vulgarly.
"No-" He opposes, trying to detect if there's somebody else in the bathroom. "Myungsoo-"
He still cups him despite his best attempt to refuse, giving him a few more strokes while kissing his abdomen.
It sets his skin aflame and makes him shiver against the tiles, not sure what to clutch onto besides Myungsoo's hair.
"Oh, come on, you're nearly done already..." He kisses his erection, before swallowing him whole.
He knows exactly how to handle him; where to touch and where to suck and how to make his toes curl and his fingernails dig deeper into his hair. He's insanely good at pleasing him in all the right ways, as if it's a work of art.
Sungyeol doesn't lasts too long, not with Myungsoo's skilled, hot mouth, and when he comes for long moments all he sees is white stars behind his eyes, trying not to lose balance and fall on the dirty floor.
Myungsoo stands up perkily. "This was fun."
"I'm going to destroy you, asshole." He hits him up his head, still regulating his breathing. "Look what you did to my shirt. I only bought it last week." He whines as he tries to erase the stain of his own cum from it. "You have three million black shirts at home, but you choose to wear mine. Where's the logic in this?"
Myungsoo kisses his nose, amused. "You should totally punish me back at home."
***
GET IT
GET IT
IT'S NOT REALLY CHEATING
IT'S JUST MYUNGYEOL BEING DORKS
Read again, it'll make much more sense xD
*a word of warning from a fellow inspirit; if you watch inception live stage more than 10 times you get pregnant. :( be careful out there, guise.
*If you read it twice it makes much more sense! :>
A lame ass party.
That's how Sungyeol would define his current location to any person who would lend a willing ear. He looks around, blowing an exhausted puff of boredom before staring into his glass.
Someone was kind enough to pour him red wine and that was, hands down, the most exciting thing that had happened to him the entire evening.
Sure, Sungyeol was into literature. Sure he got his PhD and excited his professors with his stories and opinions. Sungyeol is cynical, coherent and flowing on the page, expressing what he cannot in real life. He was really honoured to be invited to a small charity gala for some whiny writer's organization.
He didn't think he'll have to mingle among posh, snobbish people that wrote ten thousand books and looked at him like he's fresh meat on the market.
He stirs the wine in his cup and gulps it down.
Someone better get him a refill.
"Are you thinking of me right now?"
His clingy boyfriend with his clingy texts. He toys his phone, his mood growing sour. They've been together all day, and it would've looked weird if he brought him along as a date, so they had to part ways for the evening.
Couldn't he spend one damn evening away from him? Then again, before he bumped into Sungyeol, girls were crawling on all fours after him, so it might be good keeping him on a leash.
Sungyeol sends back; "I might be." Before shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
He scans the large hall.
Women are dressed in spectacular evening gowns, heavy necklaces adorning their aristocratic necks. Men are dressed a little more freely, choosing between strictly formal and less formal. Heck, he even saw a guy walking about in sneakers a few minutes ago (which was a little tragic considering he was way older than 50 - probably trying to keep the facade of eternal youth and all that shit).
He himself tried to go for something casual and nonchalant, so a jacket and a white shirt underneath it went perfectly fine.
He stops one of the waiters and reaches out his glass.
While the liquid fills his glass, his eyes roam on the room and stop on a male by the appetizer table.
He must have just arrived.
His outfit is entirely black; black button-up, black tailored pants and dark shoes. His hair is slightly shaggy as if he just woke up, and was too lazy to settle in properly - but that kind of 'just-out-of-bed' manner is sexy.
He has a cute smile. Boyish dimples lighten his face as he laughs from something his associate tells him.
He's probably not too interested in the conversation, because his eyes leave his friend's face and meet Sungyeol's across the room.
Sungyeol clears his throat and looks away as if scorched, and back onto his now full cup.
He takes another long sip when another text arrives.
"You're bored without me."
He's not even sure if it's a statement or a question, but his boyfriend is cryptic like that, and demands attention.
"I might be." He returns.
"I'm bored without you."
"Try having a beer."
"I'm wearing your shirt."
Wow, seriously.
"Is that my new one? You better not dirty it."
"Or else what? Are you going to come home and punish me?"
Sungyeol is just rolling his eyes when his professor comes up to him and shakes him by the shoulders; "You have to meet this brilliant young man, Sungyeol. This is Kim Sunggyu. He released his first book a couple of months ago. Sunggyu, this bright college graduate is Lee Sungyeol. He's in the process of publishing his first novel, as well, you see."
His professor probably thinks he's playing a real matchmaker between the future rising stars of the literature world.
Sungyeol shares a friendly handshake with the man introduced to him; "Ah, you wrote 'Another Me' right? I read it the first edition." Sungyeol admits, happy that at least coming to the gala wasn't a complete waste of time.
"Yes." Sunggyu looks happy to be acknowledged.
The professor looks between them, accomplished, before excusing himself to some other important matter and leaving him to socialize. They both look after him, then sigh at the same time, then look back at each other.
"I have to say, you really have a way with descriptions. The way you voiced out your opinion was great." Sungyeol breaks the ice. He really did like the book after all. The moment he finished it, though, his boyfriend made a stabilizing device for their creaking bed out of the poor book, claiming that now that it served his initial purpose, it found a new one and that Sungyeol should be happy with it.
"Thanks." Sunggyu says, looking around with a frown. "This is so surreal. The people here either didn't hear of it, or make a face because it's fictional."
"Damn aristocrats. They think of such ideas as below them. I honestly really liked the whole concept of living a life-time in 60 seconds."
Sunggyu seems amused by this. "You're probably the first person who says that. The sales were a flop. My agent was embarrassed."
Sungyeol sips from his wine, eyes traveling to the appetizer table without really noticing. The guy in black is now tasting one of tiny sandwiches. He grazes his thumb on his lips to lick leftovers of sauce and his eyes dart to Sungyeol.
"Don't feel bad about it. It happens to all of us to the beginning. It even happened to them quite a few times." He signals the crowds.
"You talk about them like they're animals." Sunggyu laughs.
He has a melodic laughter, but Sungyeol keeps getting distracted.
"Well, I hate socializing with them. Makes me remember my poor social economical status."
"To poor social economical status." Sunggyu raises his glass, and Sungyeol clinks his own on glass on it good-heartedly.
"So what is your book about?"
"Ugh... it's well... dystopian. I think."
"You think."
"I just kind of thought of the idea and wrote it, and just then realized I might want to publish it."
"Have you decided on a name yet? So I would know what to look for once it's released."
Sungyeol glances to the appetizer table.
He's staring at him. He's staring at him. He's totally staring at him.
He can't hide the smirk that stretches on his lips. "It's not official yet, but I think it'll be 'Destiny'."
Sunggyu nods. "Sounds good. Well, good luck."
"I'm going to need it, huh?"
"It's a harsh world out there."
Sungyeol snorts, stealing another sideway glance before twirling his gaze away.
He's usually really bad at flirting, but this across-the-room thing works out really well for him.
And it's not like he's doing anything wrong.
"You're Woohyun's friend, right?"
Sungyeol tucks his phone away. Friends? Really? Is that how they look like?
"Something like that." He answers.
Sunggyu snickers; "He's something like that with a lot of people."
"He really needs to control his ego if he wants to make friends."
"So I guess you're a bit more than something like that."
"A bit more, yes." Sungyeol agrees.
"Hi."
Sungyeol finds it in himself not to break the glass from surprise.
It's the guy from across the room, only so much more closer he can smell his cologne and see the dim lightening reflect in his eyes. The associate that he was talking to seemed to have accompanied him all the way here. They're both familiar with Sunggyu, apparently.
Great going, professor. And Sungyeol thought he might call it quits for the night.
"Hyung, when are we going home, my legs are sore.", The younger man shakes his sleeve, almost tearing Sungyeol's attention from the male beside him.
"We just came here." Sunggyu scolds. "You insisted on coming for the free food."
"Hyung, these new shoes are killing me. And Dongwoo-hyung and Hoya-hyung couldn't make it, so let's just go home."
"Don't be such a brat, Sungjong." Sunggyu sighs, then glances at Sungyeol. "Oh, um. This is Lee Sungyeol." He introduces; "Sungyeol, this is Lee Sungjong, my baby cousin-"
"Why do you have to use the word baby-"
"and Kim Myungsoo. Although you guys probably already know each other, judging by the fact you're both from Woohyun's course."
"No." Myungsoo says, calmly looking away from Sungyeol. "No, we don't."
Sungyeol thinks right about now should be a good time to escape to the bathroom.
"I, uh, pleased to meet you." Sungyeol tries, giving an awkward smile.
"Is this why we're not leaving?" Sungjong turns to Sunggyu with furrowed eyebrows. "So you could stalk Woohyun while you're not stalking him?"
Huh?
"What? When did I ever stalk Woohyun?" Sunggyu sputters, scandalized.
Sungjong looks skeptic, before giving an apologetic handshake to Sungyeol. "Is he been bothering you with questions about Woohyun? I'm really sorry."
"Don't make me look like I'm not okay in my head." Sunggyu huffs, miserably failing to ease out his reddening cheeks.
"Hyung, you should see someone about your obsessive-compulsive-"
"Okay, you want home, let's go home."
while Sunggyu puts his glass on a nearby stand, triumph flashes on Sungjong's face.
"I'm sorry, Sungyeol." Sunggyu apologizes for his departure. "Myungsoo you coming with us?"
"No, I would rather stay."
Sungyeol gulps, still avoiding blatantly straying his eyes at him.
"Alright."
Sunggyu says his goodbyes.
Oh god.
"So, you're a writer, huh?"
He finishes his second cup of wine just for the heck of it.
"Yeah." At least he broke the ice. "What about you, what do you do?"
"I'm living off my roommate."
"Huh, so you live with a roommate."
"Yes. We live in Hongdae."
"Really? I live there with my boyfriend."
He doesn't look disappointed by that. "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah."
Myungsoo is lets his gaze travel on Sungyeol's body. "What's he like?"
Sungyeol snorts and covers his eyes with his hand in embarrassment. He's not sure if he's actually turned on or if it's the wine - but probably the mix of the both. "I really can't do this."
"Can't do what? We're not doing anything." He hears Myungsoo's voice over the chatter. "Yet."
He takes a long inhale, then looks back at him. "So, you're freeloading off your roommate." He starts anew.
Myungsoo smirks at him, and his boyish dimples disappear.
A wicked glint dances in his eyes. "Yup. I'm a freelance photographer, but currently I'm more interested in nudes, so that drives my work into a dead end."
"Why's that?"
"Because it's hard to find a good model."
"It's hard to find someone who will get naked for you?"
Because, really, one glance from him could impregnate a fertile female.
"You look like you might be a good model."
"A good nude model."
"Yeah."
"Why's that?"
"Long legs. Nice torso. Good muscles. Beautiful face." He starts from the bottom, slowly ascending his eyes up until they meet Sungyeol's.
Sungyeol snickers, and decides he needs more wine.
"Nice ass, too." Myungsoo adds.
"Really? I recall somebody saying my ass is small."
"Did your boyfriend told you that? Wow, he really doesn't treat you right."
Sungyeol laughs. "It's me who's not treating him right." He admits, staring right into Myungsoo's eyes.
Myungsoo licks his lower lip.
"I have to go to the bathroom." Sungyeol decides, putting his cup on the same stand Sunggyu did.
"Okay." Myungsoo nods.
He gives him a court smile as he leaves.
Sungyeol can still feels his gaze following him all the way until the door is closed behind him.
He takes a quick shaky breathe, before wetting his face a little.
His heart is racing.
He didn't know he'll get so excited out of such a silly thing.
Maybe he should just go home.
The door of the bathroom bursts open, and Myungsoo scans the bathroom to make sure it's empty, before catching him by the hand and pulling him down for a kiss.
His lips are sweet and his breath is hot and unstable.
Sungyeol is also at blame here, because he accepts it, because he lets himself to get dragged to one of the booths, and get clamped to the wall.
Myungsoo smells strongly of something minty but he tastes completely different from that, like of something forbidden and wrong and delicious.
"Let me treat you right," Myungsoo says into his lips pressing a few soft kisses on his jaw.
His stomach curls up with fright when he feels Myungsoo's sweaty palm underneath his shirt, playing with the bandwidth of his boxers.
"Wait, wait-" He says between kisses, trying to muster the courage to say something a bit more seething, but nothing comes up besides hazy thoughts.
Myungsoo kisses his collarbone, then descends down on his knees and pulls off his belt almost vulgarly.
"No-" He opposes, trying to detect if there's somebody else in the bathroom. "Myungsoo-"
He still cups him despite his best attempt to refuse, giving him a few more strokes while kissing his abdomen.
It sets his skin aflame and makes him shiver against the tiles, not sure what to clutch onto besides Myungsoo's hair.
"Oh, come on, you're nearly done already..." He kisses his erection, before swallowing him whole.
He knows exactly how to handle him; where to touch and where to suck and how to make his toes curl and his fingernails dig deeper into his hair. He's insanely good at pleasing him in all the right ways, as if it's a work of art.
Sungyeol doesn't lasts too long, not with Myungsoo's skilled, hot mouth, and when he comes for long moments all he sees is white stars behind his eyes, trying not to lose balance and fall on the dirty floor.
Myungsoo stands up perkily. "This was fun."
"I'm going to destroy you, asshole." He hits him up his head, still regulating his breathing. "Look what you did to my shirt. I only bought it last week." He whines as he tries to erase the stain of his own cum from it. "You have three million black shirts at home, but you choose to wear mine. Where's the logic in this?"
Myungsoo kisses his nose, amused. "You should totally punish me back at home."
***
GET IT
GET IT
IT'S NOT REALLY CHEATING
IT'S JUST MYUNGYEOL BEING DORKS
Read again, it'll make much more sense xD
*a word of warning from a fellow inspirit; if you watch inception live stage more than 10 times you get pregnant. :( be careful out there, guise.