120615 CHAPTERED FIC: THE CAMERA SHOOTS STRAIGHT: EIGHT
The camera shoots straight
Eight | main!L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol, eventual!Woohyun/Sunggyu, eventual!Hoya/Dongwoo | Crack, fluff | R (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Kim Myungsoo is a photographer - a talented one at that. He has absolutely no training, but his passion gets him through. He’s in desperate need of a place near his workplace because the early mornings are killing him. And then there’s Sungyeol. Lee Sungyeol is a peculiar one - he’s cute and outgoing and a whole lot of awkward. He’s a rookie model that gets scouted by a magazine for a few shoots.
That’s how they meet. What Sungyeol doesn’t know about Myungsoo is: he’s actually gay.
Sungyeol shovels a load of fried rice into his mouth, half of it spilling out as he snarls, ‘What are you looking at?!’
I watch as the rice he spat out falls back into his bowl, gets scooped up by his spoon and is shoved into his mouth again. Disgusting.
‘I just can’t help but stare at my oh-so-graceful roommate,’ I reply sarcastically.
‘What’s gotten into you these days, anyway? You’re so agro, pretty boy. I didn’t mean to make our clothes pink. It just happened…’ He pokes at his food and juts his pink bottom lip out.
Oh, I can’t stay mad at the kid for long. I seriously have a soft spot for that cute pout of his.
‘Stop sulking.’ I rub his shoulder a little. ‘I’m sorry, okay? I was just in a bad mood.’
‘So you’re man-period is over?’
I laugh, ‘Yes Sungyeol, my man-period is over.’
He smiles and then I smile and we both go back to eating. Was my mood really that bad? I hadn’t even realised. What sparked it though? No one made me angry or annoyed me. I wonder why.
-
Where did I put that stupid iPod? Maybe Myungsoo’s right - “Sungyeol, get off your skinny ass and clean this place up! I still wonder how the hell you can make it from your bed to the door when you have all your stuff flung everywhere.” I’ve never realised how messy it is. No wonder why Sungjong couldn’t find my iPod.
I throw some clothes from my desk onto my bed and - What’s this? I find a brown envelope. Inside is magazines… Oh! I know what these are! But who put these here? Myungsoo? Must be Myungsoo. Unless…
SOMEONE FROM THE COMPANY BROKE INTO OUR APARTMENT AND LEFT THIS HERE BUT MAYBE THEY HAVE A GRUDGE AGAINST ME AND THEY HID A BOMB IN HERE TOO.
I quickly fetch my phone and text Myungsoo: IF YOU COME BACK AND JUST SEE THIS BURNT OUT HOLE WHERE OUR APARTMENT IS SUPPOSED TO BE, THEN TELL THE POLICE IT WAS A BOMB AND ONE OF MY COLLEAGUES DID IT
Will do :)
There’s a really loud bang and I think that’s the door being slammed open… But I locked it with not one, but three locks. Then I hear Sunggyu’s voice - he must’ve unlocked it since he has a key.
‘Don’t do it for me or yourself, do it for Sungyeol.’
‘Sunggyu, I don’t care!’ It’s Woohyun… He doesn’t sound cheerful… ‘It was weird when you asked me out, but I actually was about to consider saying yes. But fuck, if you only asked me for that brat -‘
‘That brat is named Sungyeol. Dongwoo and I just want to help him!’ Sunggyu raises his voice. Okay, this is getting really scary. I don’t dare to go out there, out of my room.
‘You and Dongwoo should mind your own business!’ Woohyun grumbles and I hear something being opened - like the kitchen cabinet or the dishwasher.
‘Oh really now? Well maybe I only asked you to make Sungyeol happy! Maybe I’m embarrassed to even consider going out with you. That might be why I rejected you the time you asked me out right after we met!’ (Woohyun has asked Sunggyu out before?) Oh my God, I’ve never heard Sunggyu this angry before. Actually, I’ve never heard him angry, period. I feel my eyes start to water. I’ve never liked fights.
‘Fuck, I’m glad you said no. It’s bad enough I have to live with this, just imagine dating -‘
‘Enough!’ Sunggyu cuts Woohyun off with a grunt. I can just imagine his face right now… as scary as his voice. My tears are falling now. ‘I don’t even know why we came here in the first place. I’m sick and tired of listening to you!’
Wiping my eyes with sleeve to un-blur my vision, I open the door a little to peek, just in case things get physical and I need to break them up. Woohyun might even hurt him. Myungsoo would hate me if I let his brother get hurt.
‘No, you come here and fucking listen to me!’ Woohyun yells, grabbing onto Sunggyu’s arm. I gasp.
Sunggyu shakes his hand off, angrily. ‘Don’t tell me what to do!’
I seriously can’t stand to watch or even listen to this anymore, so quietly sneak into the closet which is next to my room. Luckily they didn’t see me, too focused on screaming at each other. You can still hear them in here, but at least it’s muffled and you don’t know what they’re saying.
It’s gets louder and I can imagine Woohyun’s face, his eyes a plain black. Someone get me out of here. I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t move. All I can do is listen and sob like crazy into my arms. There’s a crazy loud door-slam, it sounds like thunder or a car crash or a plane crash-landing. And my arms are shaking, everything is shaking. It’s so dark in here I can’t make out my own hand, but I wouldn’t be able to anyway because I’m crying so much.
But then the sounds stop. Is it just my imagination? Did I just pass out? I hear regular-volume chatter, I think. What’s going on…?
There’s a knock on the closet. Shit. Maybe they heard me crying. I hold my ragged breath and keep quiet.
‘Sungyeol, are you in here?’ It’s not either Sunggyu or Woohyun… It sounds like Myungsoo.
‘M - Myungsoo?’ I sniff. I try to roll my shoulders back to loosen my muscles up, but I must’ve been sitting here for longer than I thought I have because I’m all cramped.
‘It’s okay. You can come out now, they’re gone.’ I never realised how soothing and relieving Myung’s voice was.
He could be lying though. Just to get me out of this corner. And then they’ll all be sitting around the coffee table. Wanting to talk about what just happened. ‘Are you sure? A - Are they hurt? Still fighting?’ I ask, my voice raspier and more broken than intended.
‘They’re fine. I don’t know where they went - I just told them to get lost - but they’re gone. Let’s just give them a bit of room to cool off, okay?’ he reassures. I wonder why he just doesn’t open the closet - you can’t lock a closet from the inside - and throw me, the crying and tear-stained mess, out. I’m guessing he wants me to come out on my own time.
‘O - Okay,’ I cough, carefully standing up. I press against the walls to support me. Eventually, Myungsoo gets impatient and opens the door, helping me get up and stumble into the light the room.
‘Go to bed. I’ll bring you dinner.’
I smile. Pretty boy knows all my weak points.
-
Minhwan hops over to my desk. ‘Whatcha drawing? Did one of the directors ask you to do a floor plan?’ he coos, pointing at the pen I’m holding and the picture I’m working on.
‘Nope,’ I reply. ‘The Adventures of Prettyboy and Princess Pole-derella.’
‘Uh…Okay. Have fun with that.’ He cheekily snatches my muffin and runs away with it. Damn. Should have known he would only come say hi if there was food to steal.
My phone vibrates and I check the text I receive from Sungyeol. Thanks for the choc chip cookies, Myung-hero ^^
I laugh and reply with a smiley face. Anyway, back to my doodling.
The Adventures of Prettyboy and Princess Pole-derella: Prettyboy saves his Princess Pole-derella from the Mutant Grease-Hamster
Hoya and I have actually gotten pretty close, not brotherly close. We don’t really have much in common. All we do when we hang out is drink and share embarrassing stories of Sungyeol. And holy hell have I got something to tease the pole with.
‘So he seriously didn’t know what a boner was?’ I finish up my shot and clank it back onto the table.
Hoya laughs and shoos the slutty waitress away with his hand. ‘He seriously didn’t know! It was the funniest thing I ever saw in my life.’
This story is definitely going to be first on my to-tease-Sungyeol-with list.
‘Speaking of funniest thing I ever saw in my life, how was your date with Dongwoo?’ I ask rather suggestively. Hopefully they’ve already had sex or have done something close to sex.
‘It was… not as awkward as I thought it would be,’ Hoya replies pleasantly. He twitches his head and downs some vodka. Well, we’re definitely ditching our cars and hiring a cab tonight.
‘Really? Even after that stunt we pulled on you two?’
‘Yeah. I even asked him out again.’
‘Woah! The kid really sparked something here.’ Sungyeol becoming a porn star really payed off.
‘I guess so… But I’m avoiding the apartment unless I’m drunk and-slash-or close to unconsciousness. That’s why I planted my sorry ass next to yours.’
I tap his glass with mine. ‘Good to know I’m needed.’
-
‘Junyounggggggggggg!’ I wail as I see Junyoung leaning against his car the apartment parking lot. We’ve been dating for a month. I guess you can say he’s my really hot, really sweet boyfriend.
‘Hey, Yeol.’ Junyoung gives me one of those killer grins of his and wraps an arm around me.
I blush and move around to the passenger seat side of the car. I hop in and Junyoung follows suit, buckling up. ‘So what are we going to do this late at night? I’ve already eaten dinner. Myungsoo made lasagne. He tried to teach me before, but I -‘
‘How about we go back to my apartment?’ Junyoung cuts me off.
Did he just invite me back to his apartment? I look up to his face and he’s smirking like Myungsoo when he tells a dirty joke I don’t understand.
‘W - What? Your apartment?’ I stutter, jaw slacking.
‘Yeah,’ he answers smugly. He rather suggestively places a hand on my knee. ‘If you like my apartment, you can stay over.’
‘Oh,’ is all that comes out of my mouth. He starts the car and is it hot in here? Why is it so stuffy? I think I need some water because my mouth is really, really dry.
-
I haven’t had sex in over three months. Fuck my life, I need a fuck. And you know, when your screwed (or not screwed in my case) you turn to desperate measures. I just happen to know that desperate measures is Woohyun’s middle name.
‘Hello, my mortal enemy,’ he greets me through his cell phone.
‘How are you and my brother? Still fighting?’
‘So what if we were?’ he hisses. Wow, he’s almost as cranky as I am. We’re both BBCs - members of the Blue Balls Club.
‘Honestly, I don’t give a fuck.’ Ironically, why I’m calling is because I’m not giving any fucks. ‘I need to get laid and fast.’
There’s an amused laugh. ‘Sorry, kid. You and I aren’t exactly compatible since we’re both semes.’
Semes is semes backwards.
‘Not you, idiot! I just need a one-timer. Sungyeol’s going to be out for a few hours anyway.’
Hopefully, he doesn’t come back for a while. He might even stay over at his boyfriend’s apartment doing the dirty and all… pushed up against a wall, getting his clothes ripped off and - Okay shut up, Myungsoo. You don’t need to be hornier than you already are.
I literally slap myself to knock myself back to my senses.
‘What was that noise?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Anyway, so you’re saying you want a one-night-stand and you want one now?’
Oh God, please don’t tell me I have to wait to relieve my sexual frustrations. ‘Why? Is it too short notice?’
‘Not at all.’ I roll my eyes. ‘I just didn’t think you were that type anymore since you moved in with Sungyeol.’
He is sort of the reason why I don’t sleep around anymore.
‘Well, Sungyeol is home more than I am. I don’t think I have much of an opportunity to sneak someone in and out without his x-ray eyes scanning the area.’
‘Yeah, yeah. Well there is this guy on my contact list that -‘
My phone makes a beeping noise. ‘Hang on, I have another call.’
‘Hey, Myung.’ It’s Sungyeol.
‘What’s up, Sungyeol?’
‘…’ Uh, okay?
‘Sungyeol, you there?’ He better not have called me in the middle of sex.
‘Yeah, um, I’m here. Can you pick me up? I’m in front of Junyoung’s apartment building… I’ll text the address to you.’ This sounds bad… However, he doesn’t sound like he has his sad face on, or even his angry face. I think it’s his I’m so confused so get me out of here face.
‘Okay, I’ll see you there.’
Now back to Woohyun. ‘Who was that?’
‘Sungyeol. Cancel the bang, Woohyun.’ Dear God, I hope my dick can hold out for just a week or two.
AN\ This is a pretty unnecessary chapter, but it’s a follow-up to the next… (Does that even make sense?)
And I have an extraordinary idea:
OKAY SO WOOLLIM SHOULD HAVE A COMPETITION WHERE WE ENTER FANFICS AND THEN WE ALL READ THEM AND VOTE FOR THE BEST ONE AND INFINITE HAVE TO ACT IT OUT AND THEN THEY’LL RELEASE IT AS A MOVIE WITH ENGLISH HARDSUB.
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