Infinite {Sungyeol/Sungjong ; glitter bright}
Title: glitter bright
Fandom: Infinite (AU, !university)
Pairing: Sungyeol/Sungjong, background Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya/Yura
Word count: 1,841
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Sungyeol is out of Sungjong's league, Sungjong doesn't get it, Woohyun is a bit of a dick, and there are lesbian vampires.
A/N: I wrote this last semester when I was having to read Christabel and instead of actually reading it, I wrote fic in which English major Sungyeol was writing an essay on it 8| because that seemed like it would be far more interesting. This is a side-story to that giant college!au that I'm writing and which should be making more an appearance shortly, idk. The tag on this is no longer accurate because the au now involves pretty much 70% of kpop.
glitter bright
or: Coleridge/Wordsworth OTP.
After flicking through five chapters of one book, Sungyeol came to the realisation that it was utterly useless and had no information on Coleridge that was helpful in any way, shape or form. “And you call yourself a book on the Romantics,” he muttered under his breath, slamming it shut.
“Hmm?” Sungjong asked, looking up briefly across the table at him. Sungyeol shook his head and Sungjong went back to frowning at his notebook. He was, much like Sungyeol, trying to write a paper, but Sungjong at least had Dongwoo to help him struggle through anthropology, while Sungyeol only seemed to have a library full of things on Wordsworth, which was related but not enough so to be relevant in an essay on Coleridge’s Christbel.
He sighed and pushed his chair out, drawing looks from the rest of the table. They were all so engrossed in their own projects that he got the feeling that most of them had forgotten that there was anyone else at the table. “Are you running away?” Woohyun asked vaguely, still drawing some intricate building design in his sketchbook. Next to him, Sunggyu scowled and punched at his calculator with an unnerving amount of venom.
Sungyeol waved his book in the air. “Just getting something more useful, I’ll be right back.”
There was no reply. Sungyeol hadn’t expected one. He stalked into the library stacks like a lion after his prey, and spent a good five minutes standing in front of one section, looking through books before he decided on one, making sure to wait until he had a definite find because he didn’t want to keep walking back and forth. Where he stood, he still had a view of the table where they had somehow managed to assemble throughout the day. Sungjong had apparently been there since early morning, and it was now past 7pm, simply trying to get through all the assignments he’d been given due to it being mid-terms. Dongwoo was trying to help him with the anthropology essay, while Sunggyu was helping with any calculus related queries he had, and while normally Myungsoo would be happy to assist with his biology work, the reality was that none of them had seen Myungsoo all week, and probably wouldn’t until after his organic chemistry exam on Friday.
Moodily, Sungyeol slid a book back on the shelf. Somewhere he had gone wrong with Sungjong. First, as his mentor, he’d been unable to subtly guide his major declaration into something that he could actually mentor him for (Sungjong was talking about declaring for economics, which would just be as a disaster); now, as his boyfriend, he couldn’t even convince him to take a single literature class! It wouldn’t be so bad if Sungyeol could actually help him with other things, but all he really knew was 20th century critical theories and gender roles in modernist fiction. It wasn’t much help when it came to biology or macroeconomics.
Sungjong frowned and murmured something to Dongwoo, who started to laugh and patted Sungjong’s head. A blush began to spread up Sungjong’s neck, becoming and beautiful and making Sungyeol smile in spite of himself. What did it matter that he couldn’t talk about the marriage rituals of the people living in the arctic circle (like Dongwoo actually could)? Sungjong needed him for other things.
“Hey, Sungyeol.”
Sungyeol looked up, surprised, at one of his classmates from his Romantic poetry class. “Hi,” he said, holding onto the one relevant book he’d managed to find just a little harder, just in case. “Finding stuff for your essay?”
“Yeah, I was thinking of writing on Wordsworth,” said Sanghyun, giving him a smile. “Seemed easiest, you know?”
“Well, you’ll find plenty,” Sungyeol said, shooting the bookshelves a dark look.
“Do you want to join our study group?” Sanghyun asked, motioning vaguely in the direction of the other side of the library. “I have a friend who took this class last year and he’s helping us with the assignment.”
As tempting as that sounded, Sungyeol shook his head. “No, I’m here with some friends,” he said, waving at the table. Dongwoo had his head on Sungjong’s shoulder and was reading something. Woohyun and Sunggyu seemed to be studious but Sungyeol could see the way Woohyun had his foot hooked around Sunggyu’s ankle, a clear sign that his concentration was wearing thin.
“Oh, okay,” said Sanghyun easily. “Maybe next time.”
“Maybe.”
“I didn’t know you were friends with Jang Dongwoo,” said Sanghyun with a sudden frown.
“It’s a new development,” Sungyeol said wryly.
“Everyone was saying he was dating that Sungjong kid,” said Sanghyun with a laugh. “I guess it looks like it’s true.”
Sungyeol choked on air, which was an achievement. “Uh, no,” he managed, which was another achievement. “They’re not dating.”
Sanghyun raised an eyebrow. “Really? I mean, they were living together last year and Sungjong kept saying that they were sleeping together.”
“Believe me, they’re not dating,” Sungyeol said. “I am a reliable source, in fact, because, um, I’m the one dating Sungjong?”
He could not have sounded more unsure of an actual fact, and it was no surprise, really, that Sanghyun started to laugh. “Good one,” he said. “That’s funny.”
“I’m not joking,” Sungyeol said, scowling.
“No offence, but it’s just too fantastical to be true. I mean, Lee Sungjong, really? Look at him. Besides which, look at him and Dongwoo. Now that I can believe.”
Sungjong had his head on the table and was laughing at something Dongwoo had said, eyes bright as he looked at him. “But it’s true,” Sungyeol said in an undertone, giving up. Sanghyun patted his shoulder condescendingly and walked away, clutching three books on Wordsworth. Sungyeol made his way back to the table with his one tentative book on Coleridge, and sat down with a heavy sigh.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Sungjong asked, giving him a warm smile over the table. Sungyeol wanted to reach over and touch him, but thought that probably would be weird.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Yes, there is,” Sungjong said, smile lessening a little. “What is it?”
Sungyeol weighed up the pro of not making Sungjong angry with him against the con of embarrassment of telling him what the problem was, and decided to just tell him. “One of my classmates didn’t believe that we were dating,” he said with a shrug. It sounded even stupider said out loud.
Sungjong frowned. “Why didn’t they believe you?”
“Probably,” Woohyun said, with a grin that made Sungyeol want to punch him, “because you’re way out of his league.”
Sungyeol made a rude gesture in his direction.
“I don’t understand,” Sungjong said, looking sincerely like he didn’t. “That’s stupid. I don’t have a league.”
“Actually, you do,” Woohyun said. Clearly his concentration had snapped, and Sunggyu was still hunched over his notebook and not in a mindset to interfere. “You’re gorgeous, Sungjong, you’re one of those guys who could make straight guys tie themselves in knots trying to be close to. Plus, you’re smart and funny and popular.”
“Right, so,” said Sungjong, and he wasn’t even blushing at all the praise, “Sungyeol-hyung is gorgeous and smart and funny and popular too, why wouldn’t he be in my league?”
Sungyeol felt himself flushing at his words and felt the need to protest what he’d said, which he managed to avoid doing, because Sungjong would just call him an idiot for that. He did, however, have Woohyun to be the voice of reason (and wasn’t that a turn up for the books?).
“Maybe so, but it’s not the same level.”
Sungjong huffed. “That makes no sense.”
“People probably expect you to be dating someone like Hoya, to be honest. Football player, good looking, et cetera.”
“Everyone thinks Sungjong’s dating Dongwoo-hyung,” said Sungyeol, shooting a look at said man who had been watching their conversation like he didn’t quite understand any of it. At that, however, he started laughing so hard that within seconds he was head down on the table, which disturbed Sunggyu ,who finally looked up in interest.
“That’s stupid,” Sungjong protested, looking torn between flustered and angry. “I wouldn’t date Dongwoo-hyung, he’s just -- why would they even think that?”
Sungyeol shrugged listlessly. He knew why but he didn’t feel like explaining it all to Sungjong again. They’d been through it all last semester, back when he’d thought Sungjong and Dongwoo were dating. In Sungyeol’s mind, there was still a level of disconnect between “Sungjong is with me” and “Sungjong wants to be with me”. A did not necessarily mean B.
“Hyung,” Sungjong said, and at the look on Sungyeol’s face, he left out an angry puff of air, leaned forward, grabbed Sungyeol’s lapels and dragged him half across the table to kiss him. It was probably the least chaste kiss that they’d shared so far, sending something tingly down Sungyeol’s spine. He gripped Sungjong’s arm, balancing himself, and tried to coax Sungjong into letting his mouth open.
It took a matter of seconds. Sungjong let him in easily, his hands tightening around Sungyeol’s collar. When Sungyeol touched his tongue to Sungjong’s, Sungjong made a noise that was so helpless and needy that Sungyeol had to focus really hard against getting an erection in the middle of the library. He only half managed it.
When they broke apart, Sungjong flushed and Sungyeol trying to will his body back into standby mode, Woohyun let out a whoop that drew the attention of pretty much everyone sitting nearby. Sunggyu tried to hush him but Woohyun was laughing too hard to be shushed.
“Right,” said Sungjong, almost composed. “Hopefully that’ll be around campus before the end of classes tomorrow. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go home because I’m beginning to smell like other people’s sweat and damp paper.”
Sungyeol, who was still confused as to how they’d ended up making out in the middle of the general study zone in the library, could only nod dumbly. Sungjong collected his things up, slipping everything into his backpack, then gave Sungyeol a strange, shy smile. “Dinner tomorrow at my place?” he asked.
“Yeah,” said Sungyeol, then, “Wait.” He grabbed Sungjong’s hand and pulled him closer and kissed him softly. “Let me know when you get home,” he said as Sungjong straightened.
There was a pause, Sungjong biting his lip in that sign that he wanted to say something, but eventually he just nodded and walked away. Woohyun was still laughing. Sungyeol kicked him under the table.
“That,” Dongwoo said, “was so disturbing.” He lay his head on the table and groaned a little bit, which set Woohyun off into laughter again. Sunggyu, always susceptible to Woohyun’s moods, started laughing too.
Sungyeol, a silly grin on his face, started reading a very interesting piece on lesbianism in early vampire fiction.
Five minutes later, Hoya walked in holding hands with Yura, took one look at them and said “What did I miss?”
Fandom: Infinite (AU, !university)
Pairing: Sungyeol/Sungjong, background Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya/Yura
Word count: 1,841
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Sungyeol is out of Sungjong's league, Sungjong doesn't get it, Woohyun is a bit of a dick, and there are lesbian vampires.
A/N: I wrote this last semester when I was having to read Christabel and instead of actually reading it, I wrote fic in which English major Sungyeol was writing an essay on it 8| because that seemed like it would be far more interesting. This is a side-story to that giant college!au that I'm writing and which should be making more an appearance shortly, idk. The tag on this is no longer accurate because the au now involves pretty much 70% of kpop.
glitter bright
or: Coleridge/Wordsworth OTP.
After flicking through five chapters of one book, Sungyeol came to the realisation that it was utterly useless and had no information on Coleridge that was helpful in any way, shape or form. “And you call yourself a book on the Romantics,” he muttered under his breath, slamming it shut.
“Hmm?” Sungjong asked, looking up briefly across the table at him. Sungyeol shook his head and Sungjong went back to frowning at his notebook. He was, much like Sungyeol, trying to write a paper, but Sungjong at least had Dongwoo to help him struggle through anthropology, while Sungyeol only seemed to have a library full of things on Wordsworth, which was related but not enough so to be relevant in an essay on Coleridge’s Christbel.
He sighed and pushed his chair out, drawing looks from the rest of the table. They were all so engrossed in their own projects that he got the feeling that most of them had forgotten that there was anyone else at the table. “Are you running away?” Woohyun asked vaguely, still drawing some intricate building design in his sketchbook. Next to him, Sunggyu scowled and punched at his calculator with an unnerving amount of venom.
Sungyeol waved his book in the air. “Just getting something more useful, I’ll be right back.”
There was no reply. Sungyeol hadn’t expected one. He stalked into the library stacks like a lion after his prey, and spent a good five minutes standing in front of one section, looking through books before he decided on one, making sure to wait until he had a definite find because he didn’t want to keep walking back and forth. Where he stood, he still had a view of the table where they had somehow managed to assemble throughout the day. Sungjong had apparently been there since early morning, and it was now past 7pm, simply trying to get through all the assignments he’d been given due to it being mid-terms. Dongwoo was trying to help him with the anthropology essay, while Sunggyu was helping with any calculus related queries he had, and while normally Myungsoo would be happy to assist with his biology work, the reality was that none of them had seen Myungsoo all week, and probably wouldn’t until after his organic chemistry exam on Friday.
Moodily, Sungyeol slid a book back on the shelf. Somewhere he had gone wrong with Sungjong. First, as his mentor, he’d been unable to subtly guide his major declaration into something that he could actually mentor him for (Sungjong was talking about declaring for economics, which would just be as a disaster); now, as his boyfriend, he couldn’t even convince him to take a single literature class! It wouldn’t be so bad if Sungyeol could actually help him with other things, but all he really knew was 20th century critical theories and gender roles in modernist fiction. It wasn’t much help when it came to biology or macroeconomics.
Sungjong frowned and murmured something to Dongwoo, who started to laugh and patted Sungjong’s head. A blush began to spread up Sungjong’s neck, becoming and beautiful and making Sungyeol smile in spite of himself. What did it matter that he couldn’t talk about the marriage rituals of the people living in the arctic circle (like Dongwoo actually could)? Sungjong needed him for other things.
“Hey, Sungyeol.”
Sungyeol looked up, surprised, at one of his classmates from his Romantic poetry class. “Hi,” he said, holding onto the one relevant book he’d managed to find just a little harder, just in case. “Finding stuff for your essay?”
“Yeah, I was thinking of writing on Wordsworth,” said Sanghyun, giving him a smile. “Seemed easiest, you know?”
“Well, you’ll find plenty,” Sungyeol said, shooting the bookshelves a dark look.
“Do you want to join our study group?” Sanghyun asked, motioning vaguely in the direction of the other side of the library. “I have a friend who took this class last year and he’s helping us with the assignment.”
As tempting as that sounded, Sungyeol shook his head. “No, I’m here with some friends,” he said, waving at the table. Dongwoo had his head on Sungjong’s shoulder and was reading something. Woohyun and Sunggyu seemed to be studious but Sungyeol could see the way Woohyun had his foot hooked around Sunggyu’s ankle, a clear sign that his concentration was wearing thin.
“Oh, okay,” said Sanghyun easily. “Maybe next time.”
“Maybe.”
“I didn’t know you were friends with Jang Dongwoo,” said Sanghyun with a sudden frown.
“It’s a new development,” Sungyeol said wryly.
“Everyone was saying he was dating that Sungjong kid,” said Sanghyun with a laugh. “I guess it looks like it’s true.”
Sungyeol choked on air, which was an achievement. “Uh, no,” he managed, which was another achievement. “They’re not dating.”
Sanghyun raised an eyebrow. “Really? I mean, they were living together last year and Sungjong kept saying that they were sleeping together.”
“Believe me, they’re not dating,” Sungyeol said. “I am a reliable source, in fact, because, um, I’m the one dating Sungjong?”
He could not have sounded more unsure of an actual fact, and it was no surprise, really, that Sanghyun started to laugh. “Good one,” he said. “That’s funny.”
“I’m not joking,” Sungyeol said, scowling.
“No offence, but it’s just too fantastical to be true. I mean, Lee Sungjong, really? Look at him. Besides which, look at him and Dongwoo. Now that I can believe.”
Sungjong had his head on the table and was laughing at something Dongwoo had said, eyes bright as he looked at him. “But it’s true,” Sungyeol said in an undertone, giving up. Sanghyun patted his shoulder condescendingly and walked away, clutching three books on Wordsworth. Sungyeol made his way back to the table with his one tentative book on Coleridge, and sat down with a heavy sigh.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Sungjong asked, giving him a warm smile over the table. Sungyeol wanted to reach over and touch him, but thought that probably would be weird.
“Nothing,” he said.
“Yes, there is,” Sungjong said, smile lessening a little. “What is it?”
Sungyeol weighed up the pro of not making Sungjong angry with him against the con of embarrassment of telling him what the problem was, and decided to just tell him. “One of my classmates didn’t believe that we were dating,” he said with a shrug. It sounded even stupider said out loud.
Sungjong frowned. “Why didn’t they believe you?”
“Probably,” Woohyun said, with a grin that made Sungyeol want to punch him, “because you’re way out of his league.”
Sungyeol made a rude gesture in his direction.
“I don’t understand,” Sungjong said, looking sincerely like he didn’t. “That’s stupid. I don’t have a league.”
“Actually, you do,” Woohyun said. Clearly his concentration had snapped, and Sunggyu was still hunched over his notebook and not in a mindset to interfere. “You’re gorgeous, Sungjong, you’re one of those guys who could make straight guys tie themselves in knots trying to be close to. Plus, you’re smart and funny and popular.”
“Right, so,” said Sungjong, and he wasn’t even blushing at all the praise, “Sungyeol-hyung is gorgeous and smart and funny and popular too, why wouldn’t he be in my league?”
Sungyeol felt himself flushing at his words and felt the need to protest what he’d said, which he managed to avoid doing, because Sungjong would just call him an idiot for that. He did, however, have Woohyun to be the voice of reason (and wasn’t that a turn up for the books?).
“Maybe so, but it’s not the same level.”
Sungjong huffed. “That makes no sense.”
“People probably expect you to be dating someone like Hoya, to be honest. Football player, good looking, et cetera.”
“Everyone thinks Sungjong’s dating Dongwoo-hyung,” said Sungyeol, shooting a look at said man who had been watching their conversation like he didn’t quite understand any of it. At that, however, he started laughing so hard that within seconds he was head down on the table, which disturbed Sunggyu ,who finally looked up in interest.
“That’s stupid,” Sungjong protested, looking torn between flustered and angry. “I wouldn’t date Dongwoo-hyung, he’s just -- why would they even think that?”
Sungyeol shrugged listlessly. He knew why but he didn’t feel like explaining it all to Sungjong again. They’d been through it all last semester, back when he’d thought Sungjong and Dongwoo were dating. In Sungyeol’s mind, there was still a level of disconnect between “Sungjong is with me” and “Sungjong wants to be with me”. A did not necessarily mean B.
“Hyung,” Sungjong said, and at the look on Sungyeol’s face, he left out an angry puff of air, leaned forward, grabbed Sungyeol’s lapels and dragged him half across the table to kiss him. It was probably the least chaste kiss that they’d shared so far, sending something tingly down Sungyeol’s spine. He gripped Sungjong’s arm, balancing himself, and tried to coax Sungjong into letting his mouth open.
It took a matter of seconds. Sungjong let him in easily, his hands tightening around Sungyeol’s collar. When Sungyeol touched his tongue to Sungjong’s, Sungjong made a noise that was so helpless and needy that Sungyeol had to focus really hard against getting an erection in the middle of the library. He only half managed it.
When they broke apart, Sungjong flushed and Sungyeol trying to will his body back into standby mode, Woohyun let out a whoop that drew the attention of pretty much everyone sitting nearby. Sunggyu tried to hush him but Woohyun was laughing too hard to be shushed.
“Right,” said Sungjong, almost composed. “Hopefully that’ll be around campus before the end of classes tomorrow. If you’ll excuse me, I need to go home because I’m beginning to smell like other people’s sweat and damp paper.”
Sungyeol, who was still confused as to how they’d ended up making out in the middle of the general study zone in the library, could only nod dumbly. Sungjong collected his things up, slipping everything into his backpack, then gave Sungyeol a strange, shy smile. “Dinner tomorrow at my place?” he asked.
“Yeah,” said Sungyeol, then, “Wait.” He grabbed Sungjong’s hand and pulled him closer and kissed him softly. “Let me know when you get home,” he said as Sungjong straightened.
There was a pause, Sungjong biting his lip in that sign that he wanted to say something, but eventually he just nodded and walked away. Woohyun was still laughing. Sungyeol kicked him under the table.
“That,” Dongwoo said, “was so disturbing.” He lay his head on the table and groaned a little bit, which set Woohyun off into laughter again. Sunggyu, always susceptible to Woohyun’s moods, started laughing too.
Sungyeol, a silly grin on his face, started reading a very interesting piece on lesbianism in early vampire fiction.
Five minutes later, Hoya walked in holding hands with Yura, took one look at them and said “What did I miss?”