120729 CHAPTERED FIC: THE CAMERA SHOOTS STRAIGHT: EIGHTEEN
The camera shoots straight
Eighteen | main!L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol, Woohyun/Sunggyu, 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.
‘Are you alright now? Can we have sex lessons yet?’
I nod, motioning Sungyeol to sit on the couch. He obliges and sits beside me, blinking under his dyed brown bangs. I reply, ‘I actually wanted to talk to you about that.’
‘What is it?’
‘I don’t think you should rush into having sex with… that guy,’ I answer.
‘Soohyun,’ he corrects, pouting slightly.
‘Whatever.’ I’ve always found names hard to remember. ‘The thing is, you don’t want to seem easy and put yourself out there.’
‘Why?’
Um. Because it’s obvious? ‘Because you’re a virgin and you need to go at your own pace,’ I say instead, letting his head fall on my shoulder. I pet his hair gently, feeling eased by his body heat. ‘Allow me to demonstrate what happens when you rush into sex.’
He crooks his eyebrows confusedly but consents, ‘Um okay then.’
I push him off my side and command, ‘Stand up.’
Blinking rapidly, he stands up with his back turned to me. I give his ass a big smack and the top of his head practically misses the ceiling by half an inch.
‘Ow! What the hell?!’ he shrieks, massaging his own butt. I’ve always wanted to slap that butt, to be honest. The wait and my bleeding ears were totally worth slapping that virgin ass.
I point at him, trying not to be effected by the massive pout on his face and the you-just-kicked-a-puppy look he’s giving me. ‘This is what happens when you have sex too soon. You become a slut and everyone can spank you,’ I exclaim, trying to sound somewhat professional.
‘Why?’
‘Because you’re easy.’
He looks dumbfounded for a second and then his face distorts into an oh expression. I’m guessing his finally getting it.
‘Let me put it this way,’ I stand up. Gently, I push him to sit on the plush couch by his shoulders, switching our positions. ‘What’s the best way to learn? Through experience. How do you get good at something? You practice. It’s easier to go through it at your own pace than to be taught.’
He nods in genuine understanding.
I continue, ‘It’s the difference between learning something and being taught something. Even if I taught you, you would never learn.’
The room is filled with quiet, but then something clicks in Sungyeol’s head.
‘I understand,’ he states, starting to smile proudly.
Not expecting it at all, Sungyeol jumps up and throws himself into my arms. I awkwardly embrace him (Awkwardly because he took me by surprise.), and I softly swipe his back up and down.
‘Thanks, Myung,’ he says quietly, ‘You’re a really good friend.’
The word friend rings in my ears at a hundred miles per minute. Shit, I think I’m going to have another headache pretty damn soon…
-
‘What are you up to?’
‘Hmm,’ I hum as I put the phone on speaker. ‘Nothing really. Myungsoo’s being boring and taking pictures of stuff in his room - not that I’m allowed to play with him in the first place. That deal we have is still going - and I’m hungry.’
Soohyun laughs through the phone and I smile, rolling onto the bed. I position myself on my stomach and brace my upper body on my elbows, fondly looking at the phone on my desk.
‘I haven’t had dinner yet and Myungsoo said he’ll cook later. His later is at the end of time though,’ I groan, face burrowing in my squishy pillow.
‘You haven’t eaten dinner yet? But it’s eight o’clock!’
‘I know! My body is wasting away to ashes, Soohyun!’ I shout dramatically, making fake sobbing noises.
‘How about I come over and cook for the both of you? It gives me a chance to meet your roommate too,’ he suggests.
Well, I guess it could be fun. I’ve never actually introduced Myungsoo to any of my boyfriends before. Plus, when Myungsoo sees Soohyun he’ll understand why I squeal about him so much - actually, probably not, since he’s straight and loves boobies. But it couldn’t hurt right?
‘Sure! I’ll introduce you to Myungsoo and we’ll stuff our faces and you can help me clean up my room! Myungsoo never helps me, so I never clean it. And no, it’s not just an excuse!’
I hear another laugh. I really like his laugh. It’s addicting.
-
Screw Sunggyu, screw Woohyun, screw morals. I’m going to find some mediocre guy at a cafe and screw him senseless at a motel somewhere, or even in my car. At least it will relieve me for the time being, at least until I can go clubbing on Friday.
I rummage through my closet for a jacket and then mentally give myself a pat on my back for finding one that’s thick enough. I hate goddamn winter and I can’t wait until next month, when it’s over.
I hurry out of my room, out of the hallway, through the living area and almost bump into Sungyeol.
Sungyeol keens (although it’s utterly incoherent to me), ‘Hey! In a while, Soo-‘
‘Going out,’ I interrupt quickly, slipping my shoes on.
‘What! But -‘
‘Sorry, I have priorities I need to attend to.’ Yeah, like my cock.
I head out the door.
‘But -‘
And close it behind me.
Sorry, princess. I just need to have some fun tonight, but I’ll make it up to you when I get home. We’ll order a few pizzas and I’ll bake you some brownies with those chocolates you like. I’ll even buy you some ice-cream from the new shop down the street, if you want me to.
-
Soohyun cooked us the best stir fried noodles for dinner! I probably had about three helpings… Maybe even four. I’m surprised I’m not in a food coma, really. We spent the rest of the time watching movies and taking photos with the polaroid camera Myungsoo gave me. I showed Soohyun all the pictures I took: one of Sunggyu and Woohyun holding hands, one of Hoya hugging Dongwoo from behind, even one of Myungsoo chugging a shot of the strongest coffee at our favourite café. It was a funny day. Myungsoo didn’t talk to me for about four hours afterwards - partly because he was pissed at me for telling him it wasn’t that strong and partly because it was so bitter he couldn’t really open his mouth without retasting it. Soohyun chuckled and told me Myungsoo was handsome. Yeah, I guess that’s sort of true… I wonder why Myungsoo doesn’t have a girlfriend.
Just as we were about to start cleaning my room up (Soohyun agreed that I need to organise things a little), we hear the door open. My heart farts and I automatically grab Soohyun’s arm in fear. He laughs heartedly and tilts his head towards out the door. ‘Don’t you think it could be your roommate?’
‘Oh you’re right, it could be.’ He takes my hand and leads me out of my room. ‘Or it could be a kidnapper that will hold us hostage in my own apartment.’
‘I highly doubt that, Sungyeol.’
We stroll out into the living area and find Myungsoo turning the heater up. I run up to him and take hold of his wrist, dragging him to where Soohyun is standing. Finally, I get to introduce my roommate to my boyfriend! THIS IS SO COOL!
I exclaim while wrapping an arm around Myungsoo’s shoulder, excitedly, ‘This is my roommate and partner in crime, Myungsoo! Myungsoo, this is Soohyun!’
Myungsoo looks at Soohyun sort of suspiciously, eyeing him up and down. ‘Hey,’ he says coldly, piercing him with his stare. What the hell’s wrong with you, you idiot?! Be nice!
Even with the mean look, Soohyun gives a friendly smile and greets, hand out for Myungsoo to shake it, ‘Hi, nice to meet you. Sungyeol has told me a lot about you.’
Myungsoo bites his lip at him, then turns to me and says, ‘I’ll be in my room if you need me.’ He disappears into the dark hallway connecting to his room and shuts the door with a very loud thud.
I turn to Soohyun who looks confused and give him an apologetic smile.
‘Sorry about that. I think he’s had a bad day?’ I clear up, not sure of what I’m saying. He nods anyway and leads me back to my room.
Seriously! What the hell is his problem?! I guess I’ll talk to him about it after Soohyun leaves.
-
I just got back from the motel and I’m feeling really good. It’s nice to have normal-coloured balls. But the strange thing is, the more I fuck around, the less time it takes for me to want more. Maybe it’s the time of year when my dick is an attention whore. I don’t know, but I don’t think I can keep this up.
Strangely enough, Sungyeol hasn’t texted me or called me at all. I left him home alone for almost two hours and he hasn’t even texted me about where I was. Really weird. He usually goes spastic when I’m gone.
I get to our apartment door and slot in the key, turning it until the door clicks. Stepping in, out of the freezing weather, I run straight to the heater to turn it up. I don’t understand how Sungyeol can put up with such cold temperatures. It’s perhaps because he’s jumping around everywhere and not being normal. Yeah, probably it.
But the first person I see as I turned around… is definitely not Sungyeol. Before I can register the new face, Sungyeol’s dragging me to the unfamiliar figure and introducing us.
‘This is my roommate and partner in crime, Myungsoo! Myungsoo, this is Soohyun!’
So this is the infamous Soohyun that’s Sungyeol’s been swooning over these days? He’s not even as hot as Sungyeol had described him.
I let out a half-hearted hey and then his mouth is moving, but I find myself too spaced-out to make out what he’s saying.
It’s as though the blood in my brain is boiling and it’s distorting everything I hear, making even the tiniest of background noises loud. I’m getting dizzier and dizzier, so the first thing I need to do is: I need to get out of here.
‘I’ll be in my room if you need me.’
When my bedroom door closes behind me I lean on it, thoughts drilling through my head so fast my head hurts, like it’s going to explode. There are a million different thoughts, but the ones that stab are: So the reason why Sungyeol didn’t text me about how scared he was to be home alone is because he wasn’t alone? His boyfriend was with him the whole time? What were they doing here? Do you think he and Sungyeol - Wait… why would I want to know? I don’t want to know. I don’t.
Something in my chest burst and it slowly begins to hurt, like something in me is ignited and all of my insides are getting scorched.
I figure the best thing I can do right now is go to sleep and talk to Sunggyu or Hoya in the morning. Sunggyu always knows what to do and Hoya just doesn’t go around and tell everybody like Woohyun does.
AN\ I’ve been getting a lot of comments about how stupid and oblivious MyungYeol are. EHEHEHEHEHEHE! ^w^
Next chapter (will upload tomorrow!) is really gross, so find something to bite onto if you don’t want to lose your mind over how stupid and cheesy Myungsoo is.
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)
Eighteen | main!L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol, Woohyun/Sunggyu, 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.
‘Are you alright now? Can we have sex lessons yet?’
I nod, motioning Sungyeol to sit on the couch. He obliges and sits beside me, blinking under his dyed brown bangs. I reply, ‘I actually wanted to talk to you about that.’
‘What is it?’
‘I don’t think you should rush into having sex with… that guy,’ I answer.
‘Soohyun,’ he corrects, pouting slightly.
‘Whatever.’ I’ve always found names hard to remember. ‘The thing is, you don’t want to seem easy and put yourself out there.’
‘Why?’
Um. Because it’s obvious? ‘Because you’re a virgin and you need to go at your own pace,’ I say instead, letting his head fall on my shoulder. I pet his hair gently, feeling eased by his body heat. ‘Allow me to demonstrate what happens when you rush into sex.’
He crooks his eyebrows confusedly but consents, ‘Um okay then.’
I push him off my side and command, ‘Stand up.’
Blinking rapidly, he stands up with his back turned to me. I give his ass a big smack and the top of his head practically misses the ceiling by half an inch.
‘Ow! What the hell?!’ he shrieks, massaging his own butt. I’ve always wanted to slap that butt, to be honest. The wait and my bleeding ears were totally worth slapping that virgin ass.
I point at him, trying not to be effected by the massive pout on his face and the you-just-kicked-a-puppy look he’s giving me. ‘This is what happens when you have sex too soon. You become a slut and everyone can spank you,’ I exclaim, trying to sound somewhat professional.
‘Why?’
‘Because you’re easy.’
He looks dumbfounded for a second and then his face distorts into an oh expression. I’m guessing his finally getting it.
‘Let me put it this way,’ I stand up. Gently, I push him to sit on the plush couch by his shoulders, switching our positions. ‘What’s the best way to learn? Through experience. How do you get good at something? You practice. It’s easier to go through it at your own pace than to be taught.’
He nods in genuine understanding.
I continue, ‘It’s the difference between learning something and being taught something. Even if I taught you, you would never learn.’
The room is filled with quiet, but then something clicks in Sungyeol’s head.
‘I understand,’ he states, starting to smile proudly.
Not expecting it at all, Sungyeol jumps up and throws himself into my arms. I awkwardly embrace him (Awkwardly because he took me by surprise.), and I softly swipe his back up and down.
‘Thanks, Myung,’ he says quietly, ‘You’re a really good friend.’
The word friend rings in my ears at a hundred miles per minute. Shit, I think I’m going to have another headache pretty damn soon…
-
‘What are you up to?’
‘Hmm,’ I hum as I put the phone on speaker. ‘Nothing really. Myungsoo’s being boring and taking pictures of stuff in his room - not that I’m allowed to play with him in the first place. That deal we have is still going - and I’m hungry.’
Soohyun laughs through the phone and I smile, rolling onto the bed. I position myself on my stomach and brace my upper body on my elbows, fondly looking at the phone on my desk.
‘I haven’t had dinner yet and Myungsoo said he’ll cook later. His later is at the end of time though,’ I groan, face burrowing in my squishy pillow.
‘You haven’t eaten dinner yet? But it’s eight o’clock!’
‘I know! My body is wasting away to ashes, Soohyun!’ I shout dramatically, making fake sobbing noises.
‘How about I come over and cook for the both of you? It gives me a chance to meet your roommate too,’ he suggests.
Well, I guess it could be fun. I’ve never actually introduced Myungsoo to any of my boyfriends before. Plus, when Myungsoo sees Soohyun he’ll understand why I squeal about him so much - actually, probably not, since he’s straight and loves boobies. But it couldn’t hurt right?
‘Sure! I’ll introduce you to Myungsoo and we’ll stuff our faces and you can help me clean up my room! Myungsoo never helps me, so I never clean it. And no, it’s not just an excuse!’
I hear another laugh. I really like his laugh. It’s addicting.
-
Screw Sunggyu, screw Woohyun, screw morals. I’m going to find some mediocre guy at a cafe and screw him senseless at a motel somewhere, or even in my car. At least it will relieve me for the time being, at least until I can go clubbing on Friday.
I rummage through my closet for a jacket and then mentally give myself a pat on my back for finding one that’s thick enough. I hate goddamn winter and I can’t wait until next month, when it’s over.
I hurry out of my room, out of the hallway, through the living area and almost bump into Sungyeol.
Sungyeol keens (although it’s utterly incoherent to me), ‘Hey! In a while, Soo-‘
‘Going out,’ I interrupt quickly, slipping my shoes on.
‘What! But -‘
‘Sorry, I have priorities I need to attend to.’ Yeah, like my cock.
I head out the door.
‘But -‘
And close it behind me.
Sorry, princess. I just need to have some fun tonight, but I’ll make it up to you when I get home. We’ll order a few pizzas and I’ll bake you some brownies with those chocolates you like. I’ll even buy you some ice-cream from the new shop down the street, if you want me to.
-
Soohyun cooked us the best stir fried noodles for dinner! I probably had about three helpings… Maybe even four. I’m surprised I’m not in a food coma, really. We spent the rest of the time watching movies and taking photos with the polaroid camera Myungsoo gave me. I showed Soohyun all the pictures I took: one of Sunggyu and Woohyun holding hands, one of Hoya hugging Dongwoo from behind, even one of Myungsoo chugging a shot of the strongest coffee at our favourite café. It was a funny day. Myungsoo didn’t talk to me for about four hours afterwards - partly because he was pissed at me for telling him it wasn’t that strong and partly because it was so bitter he couldn’t really open his mouth without retasting it. Soohyun chuckled and told me Myungsoo was handsome. Yeah, I guess that’s sort of true… I wonder why Myungsoo doesn’t have a girlfriend.
Just as we were about to start cleaning my room up (Soohyun agreed that I need to organise things a little), we hear the door open. My heart farts and I automatically grab Soohyun’s arm in fear. He laughs heartedly and tilts his head towards out the door. ‘Don’t you think it could be your roommate?’
‘Oh you’re right, it could be.’ He takes my hand and leads me out of my room. ‘Or it could be a kidnapper that will hold us hostage in my own apartment.’
‘I highly doubt that, Sungyeol.’
We stroll out into the living area and find Myungsoo turning the heater up. I run up to him and take hold of his wrist, dragging him to where Soohyun is standing. Finally, I get to introduce my roommate to my boyfriend! THIS IS SO COOL!
I exclaim while wrapping an arm around Myungsoo’s shoulder, excitedly, ‘This is my roommate and partner in crime, Myungsoo! Myungsoo, this is Soohyun!’
Myungsoo looks at Soohyun sort of suspiciously, eyeing him up and down. ‘Hey,’ he says coldly, piercing him with his stare. What the hell’s wrong with you, you idiot?! Be nice!
Even with the mean look, Soohyun gives a friendly smile and greets, hand out for Myungsoo to shake it, ‘Hi, nice to meet you. Sungyeol has told me a lot about you.’
Myungsoo bites his lip at him, then turns to me and says, ‘I’ll be in my room if you need me.’ He disappears into the dark hallway connecting to his room and shuts the door with a very loud thud.
I turn to Soohyun who looks confused and give him an apologetic smile.
‘Sorry about that. I think he’s had a bad day?’ I clear up, not sure of what I’m saying. He nods anyway and leads me back to my room.
Seriously! What the hell is his problem?! I guess I’ll talk to him about it after Soohyun leaves.
-
I just got back from the motel and I’m feeling really good. It’s nice to have normal-coloured balls. But the strange thing is, the more I fuck around, the less time it takes for me to want more. Maybe it’s the time of year when my dick is an attention whore. I don’t know, but I don’t think I can keep this up.
Strangely enough, Sungyeol hasn’t texted me or called me at all. I left him home alone for almost two hours and he hasn’t even texted me about where I was. Really weird. He usually goes spastic when I’m gone.
I get to our apartment door and slot in the key, turning it until the door clicks. Stepping in, out of the freezing weather, I run straight to the heater to turn it up. I don’t understand how Sungyeol can put up with such cold temperatures. It’s perhaps because he’s jumping around everywhere and not being normal. Yeah, probably it.
But the first person I see as I turned around… is definitely not Sungyeol. Before I can register the new face, Sungyeol’s dragging me to the unfamiliar figure and introducing us.
‘This is my roommate and partner in crime, Myungsoo! Myungsoo, this is Soohyun!’
So this is the infamous Soohyun that’s Sungyeol’s been swooning over these days? He’s not even as hot as Sungyeol had described him.
I let out a half-hearted hey and then his mouth is moving, but I find myself too spaced-out to make out what he’s saying.
It’s as though the blood in my brain is boiling and it’s distorting everything I hear, making even the tiniest of background noises loud. I’m getting dizzier and dizzier, so the first thing I need to do is: I need to get out of here.
‘I’ll be in my room if you need me.’
When my bedroom door closes behind me I lean on it, thoughts drilling through my head so fast my head hurts, like it’s going to explode. There are a million different thoughts, but the ones that stab are: So the reason why Sungyeol didn’t text me about how scared he was to be home alone is because he wasn’t alone? His boyfriend was with him the whole time? What were they doing here? Do you think he and Sungyeol - Wait… why would I want to know? I don’t want to know. I don’t.
Something in my chest burst and it slowly begins to hurt, like something in me is ignited and all of my insides are getting scorched.
I figure the best thing I can do right now is go to sleep and talk to Sunggyu or Hoya in the morning. Sunggyu always knows what to do and Hoya just doesn’t go around and tell everybody like Woohyun does.
AN\ I’ve been getting a lot of comments about how stupid and oblivious MyungYeol are. EHEHEHEHEHEHE! ^w^
Next chapter (will upload tomorrow!) is really gross, so find something to bite onto if you don’t want to lose your mind over how stupid and cheesy Myungsoo is.
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)