120830 CHAPTERED FIC: THE CAMERA SHOOTS STRAIGHT: TWENTY-FIVE
The camera shoots straight
Twenty-Five | 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.
‘So…’ I say slowly, getting nervous at the way Sungyeol keeps glaring at Hoya all the whilst munching down his cereal. I turn my attention to Hoya who is, of course, oblivious to the death stares. ‘Where are you crashing tonight, Hoya?’ I ask casually, eating my own bowl of cereal. This shit has a lot of sugar in it… Remind me to never let Sungyeol but groceries again.
Hoya replies, ‘I have some friends that say I can stay over for a while.’
‘Oh that’s good,’ I nod, continuing with small talk, ‘How are you going to go to work?’
I can see Sungyeol’s eye twitch in my peripheral vision.
‘Well, I can take public transport. Oh and they can drive me to my shoots since they’re students and have flexible hours..’
‘Well, that’s convenient,’ I comment.
Sungyeol thuds his metal spoon onto the table and wails angrily, ‘Why are you taking his side?! He’s the bad guy!’
I roll my eyes and argue, ‘I’m not taking anyone’s side! If anything, I’m helping Dongwoo out. What if Hoya gets murdered? How would Dongwoo feel?’
‘Hoya getting murdered? Good riddens!’ the idiot exclaims, staring pointedly at Hoya in front of him.
Hoya finally starts to feel the uncomfortable atmosphere and mumbles, ‘I should go…’ He then gets up, duffle bag hanging off his shoulder, and makes his way out the apartment.
I scoff sarcastically once the door shuts, ‘Wow Yeol, you really are a people person.’
Sungyeol pouts. ‘I’m not talking to you,’ he whines childishly, throwing his bowl into the sink.
It takes all my will power to prevent me from ripping all my hair out. ‘I didn’t mean to yell at you yesterday!’ I complain desperately, already frustrated by this utterly idiotic situation.
Sungyeol snaps, ‘Then why did you?!’
The questions takes me off guard and I freeze. Why did I yell at him? Well, wasn’t it obvious? He was being stupid and obnoxious and fucking blind. My mouth opens and closes, not being able to say an appropriate answer or form the right words for a plausible one. His head is not in the right place at the moment, he’s furious with you, he thinks you’re straight, he has a boyfriend.
Sungyeol smirks at me arrogantly and he hisses, ‘Thought so.’ He takes his keys and phone and stomps out of the apartment, not bothering to close the door behind him.
I groan into my hands. Fuck, this is getting so hard. I gaze at the open door and then at the half-empty bowl of milk and soggy cereal in the sink. Lee Sungyeol, you really hurt my head in so many different ways.
I yelled at you because you make me go insane.
-
‘Sungyeol, don’t look at the camera!’ the stupid photographer yells at me. Why is everyone yelling at me lately? First Myungsoo, now this witch-like photographer - It’s like everyone’s out to get me!
I shout back, annoyed, ‘I’m not looking at the camera!’
I’m glaring at Hoya beside the camera. How dare he stand there and act like he’s not the biggest butthead in the world! I narrow my eyes again at him, piercing through his soul.
The director, on the other side of the camera, groans in frustration. ‘Well, stop glaring at him,’ he throws a look at Hoya who blinks back and looks at me innocently. YOU ARE NOT INNOCENT, YOU PATHETIC LITTLE TURD.
‘But he’s a douchebag!’ I whine, tugging on the sleeveless denim jacket on my shoulders that’s so distressed it’s barely staying put. This is a horrible outfit for summer - who wears black skinnies in summer? Summer starts next month and the other models are wearing sweaters. Does fashion really go as far as hyperthermia?
The bitchy photographer shrieks at me, ‘This is meant to be sexy, it’s not meant to scare people away, so cut out the daggering-throwing before I strangle you!’
-
‘KIM MYUNGSOO!’
I almost crush the camera in my hands as I say, through gritted teeth, ‘Yes, director.’
‘You’ve been extremely off lately,’ he states matter-of-factly. ‘What’s on your mind? Having a fight with your girlfriend?’
I almost laugh because yes, I kind of feels like I’m having a fight with my girlfriend - except Sungyeol is not a girl and no, Sungyeol is not my girlfriend.
The director calls a break and the models groan as they step off the set, dodging past the props on their flimsy too-high footwear. I scratch the back of my head, answering in a weak voice, ‘The princess isn’t talking to me.’
‘Well suck it up and raise your game!’ he instructs, flicking his hair to the side and strutting away.
‘Yes, director,’ I nod to his back, sarcasm evident in my voice.
I can’t fucking concentrate with Sungyeol being angry at me. I can just imagine what’s going to happen: He gets mad, have the shoot with Hoya and get even more pissed, cry from frustration, find Soohyun, hug him, kiss him, be with him. Not me.
It’s all so nauseating that I want to throw up.
-
It’s been a few weeks since Myungsoo and I started fighting. We haven’t really been arguing or anything like that (It’s June and the sun is trying to FREAKING BAKE US.), but we’ve been ignoring each other. Soohyun says we shouldn’t act like this and we should get over it because we need to live together, but Myungsoo’s a douchebag. And I have lots of pride to use up.
Dongwoo’s over at our apartment because he’s bored, I guess. (You know why he’s bored. Hoya’s a giant wiener.) And I am having a lazy Saturday because it’s sweltering hot and I love the air conditioner.
‘What are you watching?’ Dongwoo asks from the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of cold water.
‘The bullcrap show,’ I answer, mindlessly staring at the most useless show in existence.
‘Oh, the weather,’ he says, not even troubling himself to peek at the screen. The weather people are stupid as hell… Just as stupid as that annoying pretty boy.
I mention, ‘I think they’re actually getting better these days. They are just about twenty degrees off now.’
‘Why do they even bother?’ Dongwoo laughs, looking around the kitchen. He spots a pizza box on the counter and asks, ‘Did you have pizza for lunch?’
I hum in confirmation, munching on popcorn. ‘Yeah, Soohyun came by earlier.’
Dongwoo’s arm intrudes my view of the screen. He places a stack of paper, tied by string, onto the coffee table in front of me. I blink at him confusedly.
‘Do me a favour and give this to Hoya the next time you see him,’ he clarifies.
I poke at the paper in fascination. ‘What is it?’
‘You’ll laugh if I tell you.’ Well, YOU’LL laugh at whatever I do!
‘I need a good laugh right now.’
‘They’re letters… Most of them are half finished or scribbled on or crumpled… I attempted so many times to tell Hoya how much I needed him through words and most of the time I felt like I was writing a whole saga…’ he trails off, sighing.
‘Why can’t you do it?’ I grunt, annoyed by YaDong and how complicated they are. Can’t Hoya love Dongwoo and just make babies already?
‘I just can’t,’ Dongwoo chuckles, walking towards the door. ‘Well, gotta go work out your schedule for next month! Bye!’
Laying onto the couch, I groan into the pillow which smells like popcorn… Okay, maybe I spilled a little. Just don’t tell Myungface. I’m about to switch channels to the kids channel, but a pink cloud-shaped sticky note on the rug catches my attention. Has Myungsoo been using my stuff again? I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!
I pick the note up and read the scrawled words on it:
Sungyeol… It’s me, Soohyun
Sorry
We just can’t work out
Don’t try to contact me again
If you call me, I won’t pick up
Don’t bother, I don’t want to see you anymore
It’s over
Soohyun… What?
-
Today, I helped Minhwan move apartments. That lazy asshole barely did anything. Anyway, now I’m driving back into the underground parking lot. I park, get out of the car and lock it. Then I spot someone at the end of the parking lot, knees against their chest, head down. It looks an awful lot like a certain crazy roommate of mine…
I rush over to him - it’s way too hot to be outside, even in the shade - and pet his hair. Yep, feels exactly like Sungyeol’s hair. He lifts his head up and I see his normally bright eyes red and puffy, his cheeks covered in tears, and his quivering bottom lip. My breath gets caught in my mouth before I pull him into a hug, seating on the concrete beside him.
‘Yeol? Why are you crying?’ I whisper as he lays his head on my shoulder.
Sungyeol chokes and I shush him. He digs his nails into my forearm and for a second I think it’s my fault.
Turns out it’s not: ‘He… He broke up with me.’
‘Sungyeol...’ I gasp, taken aback. I pull him in tighter. ‘Fuck, come here.’
That fucking bastard.
‘He didn’t even tell me why. He just left a note on the coffee table,’ Sungyeol cries, pressing against my chest harder. ‘I tried calling and texting him but he won’t answer me…’
I try thinking thoroughly before saying anything because I’m pretty damn sure all my mouth wants to do right now is scream profanities at Shin fucking Soohyun. How dare he make Sungyeol cry. How dare he carelessly leave Sungyeol like this, throwing him away like he’s worthless.
‘He’s a jerk, okay?’ I say carefully.
Sungyeol sniffs, ‘What did I do wrong?’
He didn’t do anything wrong. Sungyeol’s perfect. He doesn’t need to pretend to be someone he’s not, he doesn’t need to lie, because everything he is is perfect. Why didn’t Soohyun get that? Why didn’t that fucker realise what he had? I’d give everything to have what he had.
‘You didn’t do anything wrong, Sungyeol… Anyone would be lucky to have you.’ I really mean it. ‘And you’re too good to be crying over an asshole like him, so stop okay?’
But he doesn’t stop crying. He’s crying over a fucker that didn’t treat him good enough, it’s so fucking sickening.
‘Myungsoo,’ Sungyeol croaks, his head on my shoulder. I look down at his face and goddamn it, he’s gorgeous even when he cries. There’s a dreamy smile on his face and he laughs at something, ‘Am I crazy?’
I nod. ‘Yes, but why do you ask?’
‘I think I want him to come back.’ His smile disappears. ‘I think I’m in love with him.’
Love?
‘S - Sungyeol, cut it out! You don’t know what you’re saying.’
Please just let it be the shock, please let it be just the betrayal, please don’t let it be truth. His mind isn’t in the right place. He’s not serious, right? He doesn’t really think he’s in love with him, right?
‘I’m in love with him, but he’s gone.’ I feel his fingers gripping my shirt and forearm tighter, almost desperately.
The words catch at the back at my throat and I sigh, ‘Sungyeol…’
‘I don’t think I’ll be able to love anyone like I love him…’
And there goes my heart… shattering into seven million pieces.
AN\ You guys wanted a breakup… I gave you a breakup. :|
Baked Cookies Team vs GTFO Team EHEHHEHEHE
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)
Twenty-Five | 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.
‘So…’ I say slowly, getting nervous at the way Sungyeol keeps glaring at Hoya all the whilst munching down his cereal. I turn my attention to Hoya who is, of course, oblivious to the death stares. ‘Where are you crashing tonight, Hoya?’ I ask casually, eating my own bowl of cereal. This shit has a lot of sugar in it… Remind me to never let Sungyeol but groceries again.
Hoya replies, ‘I have some friends that say I can stay over for a while.’
‘Oh that’s good,’ I nod, continuing with small talk, ‘How are you going to go to work?’
I can see Sungyeol’s eye twitch in my peripheral vision.
‘Well, I can take public transport. Oh and they can drive me to my shoots since they’re students and have flexible hours..’
‘Well, that’s convenient,’ I comment.
Sungyeol thuds his metal spoon onto the table and wails angrily, ‘Why are you taking his side?! He’s the bad guy!’
I roll my eyes and argue, ‘I’m not taking anyone’s side! If anything, I’m helping Dongwoo out. What if Hoya gets murdered? How would Dongwoo feel?’
‘Hoya getting murdered? Good riddens!’ the idiot exclaims, staring pointedly at Hoya in front of him.
Hoya finally starts to feel the uncomfortable atmosphere and mumbles, ‘I should go…’ He then gets up, duffle bag hanging off his shoulder, and makes his way out the apartment.
I scoff sarcastically once the door shuts, ‘Wow Yeol, you really are a people person.’
Sungyeol pouts. ‘I’m not talking to you,’ he whines childishly, throwing his bowl into the sink.
It takes all my will power to prevent me from ripping all my hair out. ‘I didn’t mean to yell at you yesterday!’ I complain desperately, already frustrated by this utterly idiotic situation.
Sungyeol snaps, ‘Then why did you?!’
The questions takes me off guard and I freeze. Why did I yell at him? Well, wasn’t it obvious? He was being stupid and obnoxious and fucking blind. My mouth opens and closes, not being able to say an appropriate answer or form the right words for a plausible one. His head is not in the right place at the moment, he’s furious with you, he thinks you’re straight, he has a boyfriend.
Sungyeol smirks at me arrogantly and he hisses, ‘Thought so.’ He takes his keys and phone and stomps out of the apartment, not bothering to close the door behind him.
I groan into my hands. Fuck, this is getting so hard. I gaze at the open door and then at the half-empty bowl of milk and soggy cereal in the sink. Lee Sungyeol, you really hurt my head in so many different ways.
I yelled at you because you make me go insane.
-
‘Sungyeol, don’t look at the camera!’ the stupid photographer yells at me. Why is everyone yelling at me lately? First Myungsoo, now this witch-like photographer - It’s like everyone’s out to get me!
I shout back, annoyed, ‘I’m not looking at the camera!’
I’m glaring at Hoya beside the camera. How dare he stand there and act like he’s not the biggest butthead in the world! I narrow my eyes again at him, piercing through his soul.
The director, on the other side of the camera, groans in frustration. ‘Well, stop glaring at him,’ he throws a look at Hoya who blinks back and looks at me innocently. YOU ARE NOT INNOCENT, YOU PATHETIC LITTLE TURD.
‘But he’s a douchebag!’ I whine, tugging on the sleeveless denim jacket on my shoulders that’s so distressed it’s barely staying put. This is a horrible outfit for summer - who wears black skinnies in summer? Summer starts next month and the other models are wearing sweaters. Does fashion really go as far as hyperthermia?
The bitchy photographer shrieks at me, ‘This is meant to be sexy, it’s not meant to scare people away, so cut out the daggering-throwing before I strangle you!’
-
‘KIM MYUNGSOO!’
I almost crush the camera in my hands as I say, through gritted teeth, ‘Yes, director.’
‘You’ve been extremely off lately,’ he states matter-of-factly. ‘What’s on your mind? Having a fight with your girlfriend?’
I almost laugh because yes, I kind of feels like I’m having a fight with my girlfriend - except Sungyeol is not a girl and no, Sungyeol is not my girlfriend.
The director calls a break and the models groan as they step off the set, dodging past the props on their flimsy too-high footwear. I scratch the back of my head, answering in a weak voice, ‘The princess isn’t talking to me.’
‘Well suck it up and raise your game!’ he instructs, flicking his hair to the side and strutting away.
‘Yes, director,’ I nod to his back, sarcasm evident in my voice.
I can’t fucking concentrate with Sungyeol being angry at me. I can just imagine what’s going to happen: He gets mad, have the shoot with Hoya and get even more pissed, cry from frustration, find Soohyun, hug him, kiss him, be with him. Not me.
It’s all so nauseating that I want to throw up.
-
It’s been a few weeks since Myungsoo and I started fighting. We haven’t really been arguing or anything like that (It’s June and the sun is trying to FREAKING BAKE US.), but we’ve been ignoring each other. Soohyun says we shouldn’t act like this and we should get over it because we need to live together, but Myungsoo’s a douchebag. And I have lots of pride to use up.
Dongwoo’s over at our apartment because he’s bored, I guess. (You know why he’s bored. Hoya’s a giant wiener.) And I am having a lazy Saturday because it’s sweltering hot and I love the air conditioner.
‘What are you watching?’ Dongwoo asks from the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of cold water.
‘The bullcrap show,’ I answer, mindlessly staring at the most useless show in existence.
‘Oh, the weather,’ he says, not even troubling himself to peek at the screen. The weather people are stupid as hell… Just as stupid as that annoying pretty boy.
I mention, ‘I think they’re actually getting better these days. They are just about twenty degrees off now.’
‘Why do they even bother?’ Dongwoo laughs, looking around the kitchen. He spots a pizza box on the counter and asks, ‘Did you have pizza for lunch?’
I hum in confirmation, munching on popcorn. ‘Yeah, Soohyun came by earlier.’
Dongwoo’s arm intrudes my view of the screen. He places a stack of paper, tied by string, onto the coffee table in front of me. I blink at him confusedly.
‘Do me a favour and give this to Hoya the next time you see him,’ he clarifies.
I poke at the paper in fascination. ‘What is it?’
‘You’ll laugh if I tell you.’ Well, YOU’LL laugh at whatever I do!
‘I need a good laugh right now.’
‘They’re letters… Most of them are half finished or scribbled on or crumpled… I attempted so many times to tell Hoya how much I needed him through words and most of the time I felt like I was writing a whole saga…’ he trails off, sighing.
‘Why can’t you do it?’ I grunt, annoyed by YaDong and how complicated they are. Can’t Hoya love Dongwoo and just make babies already?
‘I just can’t,’ Dongwoo chuckles, walking towards the door. ‘Well, gotta go work out your schedule for next month! Bye!’
Laying onto the couch, I groan into the pillow which smells like popcorn… Okay, maybe I spilled a little. Just don’t tell Myungface. I’m about to switch channels to the kids channel, but a pink cloud-shaped sticky note on the rug catches my attention. Has Myungsoo been using my stuff again? I’M GOING TO KILL HIM!
I pick the note up and read the scrawled words on it:
Sungyeol… It’s me, Soohyun
Sorry
We just can’t work out
Don’t try to contact me again
If you call me, I won’t pick up
Don’t bother, I don’t want to see you anymore
It’s over
Soohyun… What?
-
Today, I helped Minhwan move apartments. That lazy asshole barely did anything. Anyway, now I’m driving back into the underground parking lot. I park, get out of the car and lock it. Then I spot someone at the end of the parking lot, knees against their chest, head down. It looks an awful lot like a certain crazy roommate of mine…
I rush over to him - it’s way too hot to be outside, even in the shade - and pet his hair. Yep, feels exactly like Sungyeol’s hair. He lifts his head up and I see his normally bright eyes red and puffy, his cheeks covered in tears, and his quivering bottom lip. My breath gets caught in my mouth before I pull him into a hug, seating on the concrete beside him.
‘Yeol? Why are you crying?’ I whisper as he lays his head on my shoulder.
Sungyeol chokes and I shush him. He digs his nails into my forearm and for a second I think it’s my fault.
Turns out it’s not: ‘He… He broke up with me.’
‘Sungyeol...’ I gasp, taken aback. I pull him in tighter. ‘Fuck, come here.’
That fucking bastard.
‘He didn’t even tell me why. He just left a note on the coffee table,’ Sungyeol cries, pressing against my chest harder. ‘I tried calling and texting him but he won’t answer me…’
I try thinking thoroughly before saying anything because I’m pretty damn sure all my mouth wants to do right now is scream profanities at Shin fucking Soohyun. How dare he make Sungyeol cry. How dare he carelessly leave Sungyeol like this, throwing him away like he’s worthless.
‘He’s a jerk, okay?’ I say carefully.
Sungyeol sniffs, ‘What did I do wrong?’
He didn’t do anything wrong. Sungyeol’s perfect. He doesn’t need to pretend to be someone he’s not, he doesn’t need to lie, because everything he is is perfect. Why didn’t Soohyun get that? Why didn’t that fucker realise what he had? I’d give everything to have what he had.
‘You didn’t do anything wrong, Sungyeol… Anyone would be lucky to have you.’ I really mean it. ‘And you’re too good to be crying over an asshole like him, so stop okay?’
But he doesn’t stop crying. He’s crying over a fucker that didn’t treat him good enough, it’s so fucking sickening.
‘Myungsoo,’ Sungyeol croaks, his head on my shoulder. I look down at his face and goddamn it, he’s gorgeous even when he cries. There’s a dreamy smile on his face and he laughs at something, ‘Am I crazy?’
I nod. ‘Yes, but why do you ask?’
‘I think I want him to come back.’ His smile disappears. ‘I think I’m in love with him.’
Love?
‘S - Sungyeol, cut it out! You don’t know what you’re saying.’
Please just let it be the shock, please let it be just the betrayal, please don’t let it be truth. His mind isn’t in the right place. He’s not serious, right? He doesn’t really think he’s in love with him, right?
‘I’m in love with him, but he’s gone.’ I feel his fingers gripping my shirt and forearm tighter, almost desperately.
The words catch at the back at my throat and I sigh, ‘Sungyeol…’
‘I don’t think I’ll be able to love anyone like I love him…’
And there goes my heart… shattering into seven million pieces.
AN\ You guys wanted a breakup… I gave you a breakup. :|
Baked Cookies Team vs GTFO Team EHEHHEHEHE
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)