infinite drabbles: sunggyu/woohyun
they all have kind of weak endings. ;A; enjoy?
see no evil. pg-13. 387w.
when the lights go out in seoul city, sunggyu knows that's the end. there is no shockwave, no nuclear fall out, no zombie outbreak, no natural disasters. everything just goes black, because this is the end of sunggyu's world, and there will be no apocalypse, only darkness.
sunggyu can hear the vivid sound of a dog barking a block away. the trees rustling in the fall breeze. he hears laughter from a child on the swings, creaking metal sighing with misuse.
"it's temporary." woohyun says from somewhere above sunggyu. he sits with his back against bars. blue-painted, silver-chipping. he remembers hiding here when it rained.
sunggyu can feel the sunset gazing down on him, and he looks away. woohyun hoots up at the hundreds of crows flitting into the water color sky, cawing loudly to one another as they prepare to roost. when will it end, then, he wants to ask, but it's not as if woohyun knows.
"i asked you a question." woohyun says, dropping onto his feet beside sunggyu. he listens to the rustle of fabric, the crackle of dirt beneath woohyun's shoes. "don't you think?" he repeats.
"don't kid yourself." sunggyu huffs, pushing away from the monkey bars and stuffing his hands in his hoodie pockets. his world is in blackout, and yet nothing much has changed. woohyun has him by the elbow, pulling him along, and sunggyu turns on him, about to snap. he stops himself when he feels woohyun's breath ghost across his face. he's too close.
it's obvious that woohyun is just as scared as he is. just as terrified, just as anxious, just as shocked, just as worried. all at once, if it's even possible.
"but that's what i'm good at," woohyun says in a coarse whisper, and sunggyu kisses him right there, in the middle of the street. he's pushy and invasive; too frustrated. he purposely kisses with bruising force, trying to leave a mark. any sort of proof. he does not care where they are or who sees them.
what he would give to be able to see him.
"just trust me." sunggyu can hear the smile in woohyun's voice, but he cannot see it.
this is the end for sunggyu, he knows, because when the lights go out in seoul city, they go out just for him.
behind closed doors. r. 1010w.
the first time it happens, they are both two kinds of fucked up. woohyun puts too much weight onto sunggyu as they struggle to make the five foot distance from the living room floor to their room. they are giggling like school girls, and slipping around in their socks, and they make it past the door frame and half onto woohyun's pristinely laid out futon with a loud flounce.
"close the door." woohyun says, untangling his limbs from sunggyu's, who toes the door shut with some effort. as soon as it's closed, there's no questions asked. the lights are out, the fan is buzzing loudly in the corner, and woohyun shoves sunggyu all the way onto his futon and kisses him. their hands are scrabbling at fabric, whose it doesn't matter, and one shirt is gone, then the other. sunggyu grinds up against woohyun, who groans against his mouth.
"what," sunggyu starts, pushing woohyun away in a moment of realization. "what are we doing?"
woohyun is resistant to sunggyu's shoving. "it feels good, right?" he says in a hot puff of breath, and it smells so much like alcohol. they probably both smell like weed, too. if only they hadn't let tablo-hyung smoke them out before coming home, this wouldn't have happened. that's sunggyu's firm belief.
"oh," sunggyu's about to add "well" to that statement, but woohyun's deft fingers have undone his zip and within seconds his mouth is on sunggyu's cock and it's been so fucking long since he's had a blowjob. and woohyun's got some talent, sunggyu will give him that. he's too fucked up to wonder why.
sunggyu curls his fingers into woohyun's hair and yanks him back up to his mouth, but he's clumsy, and they're stumbling over each other when woohyun's foot gets wrapped up in their blankets. sunggyu struggles to find a less awkward position, but woohyun just starts laughing.
"hyung," he says, "hyung, just--"
sunggyu doesn't want him to say it, so he shoves his palm over woohyun's mouth and succeeds in single-handedly removing his pants. he's going to fuck woohyun, they both know it, but hearing it out loud, that would just--
"fuck." goes woohyun, turning his head against the pillows. "you have something?"
sunggyu pauses, trying to locate his bag in the dark. "erm," he makes an iffy face.
"nevermind." woohyun directs sunggyu's attention back to his ass, comfortably putting his heel on sunggyu's shoulder. "use spit. here," he grabs sunggyu's hands, puts two fingers in his mouth, and it looks so obscene--
sunggyu can't help but stutter. is woohyun serious right now? is he even drunk. he doesn't look very drunk. he's got to be drunk. he's at least a little high. sunggyu stops that train of thought because it's too complex to deal with. then he just throws the rest of his thoughts away, too, and focuses on stretching woohyun to accommodate his length.
when he pushes inside, the noise that leaves woohyun's lips almost has him undone right there.
"ah," woohyun whines, "you suck at this."
"shut up." sunggyu hisses, trying to hold himself back. the muscles in his arms contract from supporting all his weight. he hovers above woohyun, and they both still. eye contact. it shouldn't be a big deal--or should it.
woohyun just props himself on his elbows and grins at him. it's his perfect camera smile, and sunggyu doesn't like it. he pulls out and pushes back in, and after that it's all mechanical, animalistic. sunggyu fucks woohyun hard into the futon, both of them trying to stay as quiet as possible.
"sunggyu," woohyun's voice hitches, and sunggyu's close. he barely remembers to pull out before he's coming, woohyun sighing beneath him.
sunggyu collapses on top of him, breathing slowly evening out, until woohyun shoves him over and they both stare up at the ceiling. it's not awkward, sunggyu thinks, he's just really sleepy. he vaguely hears woohyun asking him something, but his eyes are closed and he's feeling just right and then he's out like a light, dead to the world.
sunggyu wakes up alone. the sun is streaming in through the barred window, and he's got one hellish hangover. he's also ass naked.
he sits up, eyes squinting in morning stupor, and it all comes flooding back.
"fucking shit." he mutters, scrabbling to his feet and grabbing his pants. "shit, fuck, shit--" he stumbles out of the room and into the living room, where woohyun and dongwoo are playing cards and sungjong is flipping through a magazine. they pay him hardly any heed.
woohyun looks up at him. he smiles, and sunggyu still doesn't like it. he says, "you look like shit."
sunggyu wants to snap, "don't look at me like that." but instead he manages a sneer and goes to the kitchen to steal the rest of sungyeol's coffee--cold. bitter. perfect.
woohyun gets up and follows him. "sleep well?" he asks.
"like a baby." sunggyu replies warily. he downs another huge gulp of black coffee.
woohyun's frowning now. "you don't remember?"
"i remember the way you looked at me." sunggyu says. "i remember." he can't lie, not to woohyun. the thing is, he's not repelled by the memory, he doesn't regret it, and he's not going to say it wasn't fucking awesome. but that doesn't mean it's not wrong. that doesn't mean it's okay.
but the way woohyun's looking at him now, the way he bites his lip, he's trying not to smile--something real, not plastic--that makes everything else seem obsolete. "you fell asleep before i was finished."
sunggyu nearly chokes on his coffee.
"so tonight, i'd like some closure." he goes on.
the prurient promise in woohyun's eyes, quirk of his lips, leaves sunggyu's mouth a little dry. he'd be blushing if all his blood wasn't in a mad rush south. out of all the things he can think to say, all that comes out is, "sure."
woohyun laughs at him. he is always laughing at him.
he goes, "who said you have a choice?"
and damn if sunggyu said he wanted one.
faery lights. pg. 385w.
sunggyu considers himself a rather practiced hunter. he's talented, and he's infamous amongst the hunting community for being so successful so young.
none of that matters, now, though. he's never seen shit like this before.
he's long past lost in the woods, and he knows it, but he's armed with enough salt rounds to take on a small army, heavy as they fucking are.
this is what he sees: lights. a procession of lights. they're far away and no matter how much he walks towards them, they never get any closer.
there is a rustling of leaves beside him, and he jerks his flashlight to the left. there's definitely a figure there, cloaked in the shadow of the trees. "you're lost." it says.
"obviously." sunggyu snaps, pistol resting over his wrist, aimed with his flashlight.
"follow me." the figure steps out of the shadows, and sunggyu's not going to let himself be fooled. yes, he looks normal, he's dressed normal, but he's alluring, and sunggyu knows he needs to watch out for that. they had said too.
but he follows him anyway.
"your name?"
"sunggyu." sunggyu says, before he can think.
"you can call me woohyun."
"are you human?" sunggyu asks him. the lights are drawing closer.
"once," woohyun looks up to the moon; they've just entered a clearing. sunggyu can see the lights now--they're all around him. he can see people, figures, some half-human, but he doesn't really want to look. he knows they're dancing. he knows they're watching. waiting. "once upon a time," woohyun says. "but that would be a long story."
sunggyu shoots at him then, but woohyun's laughter echoes about him, and then he's behind sunggyu, and he grabs his wrists. sunggyu drops both his flashlight and his gun.
"loosen up." woohyun whispers into his ear. "you're here now. you're some place better."
"where am i?" sunggyu demands, jerking away from woohyun.
"neverland?" woohyun muses. "far, far away?" he's close, and the light reflects in his eyes, and sunggyu knows this will be his last night on earth. but it's okay, for some reason, he rather doesn't care anymore.
woohyun takes his hand, pulls him towards the procession.
"come away," he says, and he doesn't look so human anymore. "come away with me."
so sunggyu goes, and he never looks back.
see no evil. pg-13. 387w.
when the lights go out in seoul city, sunggyu knows that's the end. there is no shockwave, no nuclear fall out, no zombie outbreak, no natural disasters. everything just goes black, because this is the end of sunggyu's world, and there will be no apocalypse, only darkness.
sunggyu can hear the vivid sound of a dog barking a block away. the trees rustling in the fall breeze. he hears laughter from a child on the swings, creaking metal sighing with misuse.
"it's temporary." woohyun says from somewhere above sunggyu. he sits with his back against bars. blue-painted, silver-chipping. he remembers hiding here when it rained.
sunggyu can feel the sunset gazing down on him, and he looks away. woohyun hoots up at the hundreds of crows flitting into the water color sky, cawing loudly to one another as they prepare to roost. when will it end, then, he wants to ask, but it's not as if woohyun knows.
"i asked you a question." woohyun says, dropping onto his feet beside sunggyu. he listens to the rustle of fabric, the crackle of dirt beneath woohyun's shoes. "don't you think?" he repeats.
"don't kid yourself." sunggyu huffs, pushing away from the monkey bars and stuffing his hands in his hoodie pockets. his world is in blackout, and yet nothing much has changed. woohyun has him by the elbow, pulling him along, and sunggyu turns on him, about to snap. he stops himself when he feels woohyun's breath ghost across his face. he's too close.
it's obvious that woohyun is just as scared as he is. just as terrified, just as anxious, just as shocked, just as worried. all at once, if it's even possible.
"but that's what i'm good at," woohyun says in a coarse whisper, and sunggyu kisses him right there, in the middle of the street. he's pushy and invasive; too frustrated. he purposely kisses with bruising force, trying to leave a mark. any sort of proof. he does not care where they are or who sees them.
what he would give to be able to see him.
"just trust me." sunggyu can hear the smile in woohyun's voice, but he cannot see it.
this is the end for sunggyu, he knows, because when the lights go out in seoul city, they go out just for him.
behind closed doors. r. 1010w.
the first time it happens, they are both two kinds of fucked up. woohyun puts too much weight onto sunggyu as they struggle to make the five foot distance from the living room floor to their room. they are giggling like school girls, and slipping around in their socks, and they make it past the door frame and half onto woohyun's pristinely laid out futon with a loud flounce.
"close the door." woohyun says, untangling his limbs from sunggyu's, who toes the door shut with some effort. as soon as it's closed, there's no questions asked. the lights are out, the fan is buzzing loudly in the corner, and woohyun shoves sunggyu all the way onto his futon and kisses him. their hands are scrabbling at fabric, whose it doesn't matter, and one shirt is gone, then the other. sunggyu grinds up against woohyun, who groans against his mouth.
"what," sunggyu starts, pushing woohyun away in a moment of realization. "what are we doing?"
woohyun is resistant to sunggyu's shoving. "it feels good, right?" he says in a hot puff of breath, and it smells so much like alcohol. they probably both smell like weed, too. if only they hadn't let tablo-hyung smoke them out before coming home, this wouldn't have happened. that's sunggyu's firm belief.
"oh," sunggyu's about to add "well" to that statement, but woohyun's deft fingers have undone his zip and within seconds his mouth is on sunggyu's cock and it's been so fucking long since he's had a blowjob. and woohyun's got some talent, sunggyu will give him that. he's too fucked up to wonder why.
sunggyu curls his fingers into woohyun's hair and yanks him back up to his mouth, but he's clumsy, and they're stumbling over each other when woohyun's foot gets wrapped up in their blankets. sunggyu struggles to find a less awkward position, but woohyun just starts laughing.
"hyung," he says, "hyung, just--"
sunggyu doesn't want him to say it, so he shoves his palm over woohyun's mouth and succeeds in single-handedly removing his pants. he's going to fuck woohyun, they both know it, but hearing it out loud, that would just--
"fuck." goes woohyun, turning his head against the pillows. "you have something?"
sunggyu pauses, trying to locate his bag in the dark. "erm," he makes an iffy face.
"nevermind." woohyun directs sunggyu's attention back to his ass, comfortably putting his heel on sunggyu's shoulder. "use spit. here," he grabs sunggyu's hands, puts two fingers in his mouth, and it looks so obscene--
sunggyu can't help but stutter. is woohyun serious right now? is he even drunk. he doesn't look very drunk. he's got to be drunk. he's at least a little high. sunggyu stops that train of thought because it's too complex to deal with. then he just throws the rest of his thoughts away, too, and focuses on stretching woohyun to accommodate his length.
when he pushes inside, the noise that leaves woohyun's lips almost has him undone right there.
"ah," woohyun whines, "you suck at this."
"shut up." sunggyu hisses, trying to hold himself back. the muscles in his arms contract from supporting all his weight. he hovers above woohyun, and they both still. eye contact. it shouldn't be a big deal--or should it.
woohyun just props himself on his elbows and grins at him. it's his perfect camera smile, and sunggyu doesn't like it. he pulls out and pushes back in, and after that it's all mechanical, animalistic. sunggyu fucks woohyun hard into the futon, both of them trying to stay as quiet as possible.
"sunggyu," woohyun's voice hitches, and sunggyu's close. he barely remembers to pull out before he's coming, woohyun sighing beneath him.
sunggyu collapses on top of him, breathing slowly evening out, until woohyun shoves him over and they both stare up at the ceiling. it's not awkward, sunggyu thinks, he's just really sleepy. he vaguely hears woohyun asking him something, but his eyes are closed and he's feeling just right and then he's out like a light, dead to the world.
sunggyu wakes up alone. the sun is streaming in through the barred window, and he's got one hellish hangover. he's also ass naked.
he sits up, eyes squinting in morning stupor, and it all comes flooding back.
"fucking shit." he mutters, scrabbling to his feet and grabbing his pants. "shit, fuck, shit--" he stumbles out of the room and into the living room, where woohyun and dongwoo are playing cards and sungjong is flipping through a magazine. they pay him hardly any heed.
woohyun looks up at him. he smiles, and sunggyu still doesn't like it. he says, "you look like shit."
sunggyu wants to snap, "don't look at me like that." but instead he manages a sneer and goes to the kitchen to steal the rest of sungyeol's coffee--cold. bitter. perfect.
woohyun gets up and follows him. "sleep well?" he asks.
"like a baby." sunggyu replies warily. he downs another huge gulp of black coffee.
woohyun's frowning now. "you don't remember?"
"i remember the way you looked at me." sunggyu says. "i remember." he can't lie, not to woohyun. the thing is, he's not repelled by the memory, he doesn't regret it, and he's not going to say it wasn't fucking awesome. but that doesn't mean it's not wrong. that doesn't mean it's okay.
but the way woohyun's looking at him now, the way he bites his lip, he's trying not to smile--something real, not plastic--that makes everything else seem obsolete. "you fell asleep before i was finished."
sunggyu nearly chokes on his coffee.
"so tonight, i'd like some closure." he goes on.
the prurient promise in woohyun's eyes, quirk of his lips, leaves sunggyu's mouth a little dry. he'd be blushing if all his blood wasn't in a mad rush south. out of all the things he can think to say, all that comes out is, "sure."
woohyun laughs at him. he is always laughing at him.
he goes, "who said you have a choice?"
and damn if sunggyu said he wanted one.
faery lights. pg. 385w.
sunggyu considers himself a rather practiced hunter. he's talented, and he's infamous amongst the hunting community for being so successful so young.
none of that matters, now, though. he's never seen shit like this before.
he's long past lost in the woods, and he knows it, but he's armed with enough salt rounds to take on a small army, heavy as they fucking are.
this is what he sees: lights. a procession of lights. they're far away and no matter how much he walks towards them, they never get any closer.
there is a rustling of leaves beside him, and he jerks his flashlight to the left. there's definitely a figure there, cloaked in the shadow of the trees. "you're lost." it says.
"obviously." sunggyu snaps, pistol resting over his wrist, aimed with his flashlight.
"follow me." the figure steps out of the shadows, and sunggyu's not going to let himself be fooled. yes, he looks normal, he's dressed normal, but he's alluring, and sunggyu knows he needs to watch out for that. they had said too.
but he follows him anyway.
"your name?"
"sunggyu." sunggyu says, before he can think.
"you can call me woohyun."
"are you human?" sunggyu asks him. the lights are drawing closer.
"once," woohyun looks up to the moon; they've just entered a clearing. sunggyu can see the lights now--they're all around him. he can see people, figures, some half-human, but he doesn't really want to look. he knows they're dancing. he knows they're watching. waiting. "once upon a time," woohyun says. "but that would be a long story."
sunggyu shoots at him then, but woohyun's laughter echoes about him, and then he's behind sunggyu, and he grabs his wrists. sunggyu drops both his flashlight and his gun.
"loosen up." woohyun whispers into his ear. "you're here now. you're some place better."
"where am i?" sunggyu demands, jerking away from woohyun.
"neverland?" woohyun muses. "far, far away?" he's close, and the light reflects in his eyes, and sunggyu knows this will be his last night on earth. but it's okay, for some reason, he rather doesn't care anymore.
woohyun takes his hand, pulls him towards the procession.
"come away," he says, and he doesn't look so human anymore. "come away with me."
so sunggyu goes, and he never looks back.