120908 CHAPTERED FIC: THE CAMERA SHOOTS STRAIGHT: TWENTY-SIX
The camera shoots straight
Twenty-Six | 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.
‘You really shouldn’t be here,’ Sunggyu sighs, rubbing my shoulder.
I further bury my head into my arms and huff, ‘What do you mean?’
I hear Sunggyu’s footsteps and look up to see him getting two glasses out of the kitchen cabinets and pouring water from a pitcher into them. ‘You should be with Myungsoo right now,’ he states matter-of-factly.
I scrunch my nose at him. ‘Why? He’s not the one who just got dumped…’
Sunggyu comes over with the two glasses and places them on the table, in front my me. ‘Sungyeol, think about it,’ he nags. I push the glass away and he pushes it back towards me.
‘Think about what?’ I sigh, scratching the top of my head.
‘What did Junyoung, Changsun and Soohyun have in common?’
I blink. ‘I dated them…’
‘Think deeper,’ he nags again. I seriously don’t know what he’s getting at.
‘I don’t know what you want me to do, hyung…’
Sunggyu rests his chin on his palm, lips pursed as he mumbles, ‘Describe Junyoung.’
‘He was a two-timing butthead, he -‘
‘No, list his hobbies,’ Sunggyu whines, kind of annoyingly. I know I’d never be pissed at Sunggyu, but I’m not exactly in the mood - I’m still coming to terms with the fact that my boyfriend just broke up with me via post-it note.
‘Bowling, soccer, baking…’ I list slowly, not really sure what Sunggyu wants me to say.
He nods. ‘Okay, what was Changsun’s job?’
‘He was a photographer…’ I answer uncertainly - not that I didn’t know his job (He really was a photographer, okay.) but because I don’t understand where the fuck Sunggyu is going with this.
Sunggyu smiles knowingly. ‘What about Soohyun?’
‘He was a photography student…’ I say. ‘What are you trying to get at?’
‘Baking, photography, photography,’ he repeats. Sunggyu then takes a sip of water and, as he places the glass down, adds to the list leisurely, ‘Kim Myungsoo.’
‘What?!’
‘Don’t you think all your boyfriends remind you of my brother?’ He grits his teeth and leans in close to my face, over the table. ‘Even a little bit?’
My tongue has trouble moving so I end up babbling, ‘But I… Wha - What does Myungsoo have to do with anything?!’
‘He means a lot to you.’ Sunggyu raises an eyebrow and I finally get what he’s saying. Myungsoo and I? Me and Myungsoo? No way - It just can’t happen - right? Sunggyu’s insane!
‘He’s straight,’ I counter quickly.
‘He’s…’ Sunggyu swallows the rest of the sentence and shakes his head, agreeing, ‘You’re right, it can’t be.’
Myungsoo is a jerk. He’s a douchebag. He’s a dickhead. He’s too clean, too hygiene-concerned. He’s dirty-minded. He’s sarcastic. He thinks inappropriate things out loud. He swears in public too much and doesn’t give a shit about the shocked looks people give him. He eats pasta, disgusting bleeding worms and caterpillars. He lecture me all the time. He sleeps around, jumps from one girl to another. He breaks hearts. He’s really bipolar, there’s always something changing his mood. He teases me like crazy. And the biggest problem is: He isn’t gay because I think I kind of, sort of, might like Myungsoo a teensy-weensy, tiny bit.
‘Actually, it can be.’ I groan into my arms, ‘But I don’t want it to be.’
I hope this is just a post break-up faze, I really do.
-
Soohyun is a nice guy - well, he was. He treated Sungyeol nicely, bought him things, told him the truth without being brutal. He taught Sungyeol many things, gave him helpful advice. He even knew how to tease him and how to cook for him and how to make him laugh so hard his stomach hurt. I thought he gave Sungyeol everything - I thought he’d continue to give Sungyeol everything - but that bastard threw him away like he didn’t mean everything. That doesn’t make sense to me. How the fuck can he disrespect Sungyeol like that? Why the fuck would anyone choose to cut Sungyeol off? Sungyeol’s not something you can just throw away - he’s like an arm or a leg or sight or taste or smell or spinal cord or happiness… Why the fuck would anyone want to lose something like that? Something like him is not easy to find.
Sungyeol said he’d be going somewhere - I later found out he went to Sunggyu-hyung’s by text, so I don’t need to worry too much, Sunggyu will sort him out. And now I am on my way to beat up a fucker. It didn’t take much to find his address - I have nerdy, hacker connections that could do all the hard, technical stuff for me. All I needed to do was give them Soohyun’s phone number.
When I find the right apartment number, I bang my fist on the door until it swings open, just-out-of-the-shower Soohyun appearing before me.
‘Soohyun,’ I practically growl, grabbing his collar. ‘How dare you fuck with my roommate!’
There’s obvious fear on the asshole’s face and he steps backwards, trying to get away from me as he stutters, ‘M - Myungsoo, I…’
‘Why the fuck did you break his heart?!’ I grip tighter than necessary. (Woops, my bad.)
‘Because he’s breaking yours,’ he gasps, choking as my grip loosens.
I raise my eyebrow at him as if telling him to explain because what the fuck is going on?
‘Sungyeol’s stupid for not seeing how much he means to you.’ He heaves a sigh and continues, ‘And yes, I do like Sungyeol a lot, but I realised…’
Soohyun swallows and looks to the ground, somewhat uncomfortable with talking.
‘What did you realise?’ I say calmly, ignoring the fact that he mentioned what I mean to Sungyeol for a while.
‘I’m straight.’
‘I… Did I hear that right?’
He laughs, ‘Did you just think out loud?’
I so did not. ‘I what?’
‘Sungyeol told me you do that a lot.’
I shake my head. ‘I don’t do it a lot.’
‘Sungyeol said you were in denial about it too.’ He smiles and leans his side against the door frame leisurely. ‘He loves talking about you, every conversation we had ended with you - Well, most of the time it ended with him complaining and raging about how much he hated your existence, but if that’s not him liking you then I don’t know what it is… And it’s pretty damn obvious that you have a thing for him too, you know, even though you’re straight.’
Okay, let’s ignore this Sungyeol-and-Myungsoo-Soohyun-knows-I’m-straight-and-is-being-a-smartass-about-it talk because he is Sungyeol’s ex and it’s weird. Plus, I don’t want him to get my hopes up - What if he’s wrong and I don’t really mean that much to the princess?
‘So you’re straight,’ I change the subject. ‘How does it feel?’
‘I actually feel… a lot more comfortable, actually. Girls are fun.’ He pouts stupidly. ‘Are you trying to change the topic?’
Well he’s stupid. Not Hoya-stupid, but still utterly stupid. ‘Which ones are fun?’
‘I don’t know, but there’s this girl that I like.’
‘Don’t tell me you’ve already hooked up with some slut. You only just broke up with Yeol today!’ I raise my voice. ‘Which reminds me… I need to kill you now, for making him cry.’
I step forward into the apartment and he raises his hands in defence. ‘Hey, see that as a favour to you! You hugged him to sleep again, didn’t you?’ How the hell did he know that? ‘And I really didn’t mean it… I didn’t have the guts to tell him upfront.’
‘…Are you sure your straight?’ I sneer at him. Even Woohyun seems straighter than him.
‘Yes,’ he groans in annoyance. ‘She’s a modelling major so we’ve worked together before, she has the softest-looking skin I’ve ever seen, her name is Hyuna, she’s gorgeous and -‘
‘What?’ I blink. Did he say Hyuna? As in Kim Hyuna? As in that talkative modelling major that tried to pick me up? The one I told I was gay in front of the whole restaurant? The one from the prologue? ‘Say that again.’
‘She’s gorgeous,’ he repeats. Idiot.
‘No, her name!’
‘Hyuna.’ He tilts his head confusedly at the face I’m giving him. ‘What?’
I sigh, feeling sorry for him already. I pat his shoulder in sympathy and say, ‘Nice knowing you, man.’
I walk off, leaving behind a pathetic Soohyun that doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into. Why the fuck would you want to be straight? Chicks are hard work, especially if their name is either Hyuna or Gyuri - You guys know about Hyuna, but Gyuri’s a story I’d rather not go into detail with. Let’s just say she didn’t like the fact that I liked dicks not tits.
And as I walk out of the building I realise I didn’t need to kill Soohyun after all. Hyuna will do that for me - slowly and painfully.
-
When Sunggyu dropped me off at the apartment, I went straight to my room, not seeing Myungsoo at home. My room is so… clean. It’s so organised, I can find everything easily, it looks so big and empty. Well… Time to mess it up.
I grab the doona and throw it to the ground, I knock things off the shelves, push other things onto my desk, onto my bed, onto the floor. I want my room to look more messy, more filled with junk like it used to be.
It took a whole day to clean this room, but only three and a half minutes to make it a pig sty again.
When I’m done with my handy work, I collapse onto my mattress and throw my pillow over my head. It’s about time I went to sleep, even though it’s only seven o’clock. And then I hear the door open… OH PLEASE LET IT BE A MURDERER. SHOULD I GET UP TO SHOW HIM I’M HERE? I DON’T WANT A KIDNAPPER THOUGH… I WANT MY DEATH TO BE QUICK AND SNAPPY, THANK YOU.
‘Yeol, come out of you room! I bought ice-cream!’ It’s Myungsoo’s voice instead. Dammit.
‘I don’t want to come out!’ I yell back, turning so I’m facing my wall. Go away, stupid pretty boy, and just let me wallow in my misery alone.
‘Okay, I’ll come to you then,’ I hear him say as my door opens and light flushes in. ‘Why is your room so messy?’
‘Because Soohyun helped me clean it,’ I grunt, pressing my face against the pillow.
The bed shifts weight and I feel Myungsoo petting my hair gently. Why the hell does it have to feel so good? Stop this! Myungsoo is straight, he’s not gay like you are, and he’s your roommate. Think about it! You don’t have a chance with him, Lee Sungyeol. Don’t get your hopes up.
‘You know, tomorrow’s Saturday. We could do anything you want to do. How about it?’ Myungsoo coos softly (I don’t want his pity.), his hand sliding down to the back of my neck. Please stop doing that. Your hand feels too nice.
‘I want to stay home and do nothing,’ I answer bluntly. Luckily I’m facing the wall, or else he could see how much I’m blushing. ‘Close the door on your way out, please.’
I can feel Myungsoo’s frown through telekinesis (Am I talking about the right kind of kinesis?). ‘But it’s hot and I’m going to turn the air conditioner on,’ he argues calmly.
I shake my head. ‘It’s fine.’
I can tell he’s holding back a sigh and the bed shifts weight again. ‘Alright, kiddo. If you need anything, just yell out,’ he yawns as the door closes and the light disappears.
Stupid Myungsoo. Why the hell do you have to be so nice to me? Can’t you tell that I’m trying not to like you? Oh wait, you can’t… BECAUSE YOU’RE STUPID!
AN\ I know this story is confusing as shit right now, but get used to it. LOL (Myungsoo’s such a guy in this chapter, ehehe)
Oh and I’m gonna be blogging about TCSS progress and possibly Collide progress (I should really halt on Collide, I should be concentrating on TCSS). Just so you guys know ^^ have to warn you that there could be so-so spoilers. (Only applies to AFF, sorry)
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-Five Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)
Twenty-Six | 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.
‘You really shouldn’t be here,’ Sunggyu sighs, rubbing my shoulder.
I further bury my head into my arms and huff, ‘What do you mean?’
I hear Sunggyu’s footsteps and look up to see him getting two glasses out of the kitchen cabinets and pouring water from a pitcher into them. ‘You should be with Myungsoo right now,’ he states matter-of-factly.
I scrunch my nose at him. ‘Why? He’s not the one who just got dumped…’
Sunggyu comes over with the two glasses and places them on the table, in front my me. ‘Sungyeol, think about it,’ he nags. I push the glass away and he pushes it back towards me.
‘Think about what?’ I sigh, scratching the top of my head.
‘What did Junyoung, Changsun and Soohyun have in common?’
I blink. ‘I dated them…’
‘Think deeper,’ he nags again. I seriously don’t know what he’s getting at.
‘I don’t know what you want me to do, hyung…’
Sunggyu rests his chin on his palm, lips pursed as he mumbles, ‘Describe Junyoung.’
‘He was a two-timing butthead, he -‘
‘No, list his hobbies,’ Sunggyu whines, kind of annoyingly. I know I’d never be pissed at Sunggyu, but I’m not exactly in the mood - I’m still coming to terms with the fact that my boyfriend just broke up with me via post-it note.
‘Bowling, soccer, baking…’ I list slowly, not really sure what Sunggyu wants me to say.
He nods. ‘Okay, what was Changsun’s job?’
‘He was a photographer…’ I answer uncertainly - not that I didn’t know his job (He really was a photographer, okay.) but because I don’t understand where the fuck Sunggyu is going with this.
Sunggyu smiles knowingly. ‘What about Soohyun?’
‘He was a photography student…’ I say. ‘What are you trying to get at?’
‘Baking, photography, photography,’ he repeats. Sunggyu then takes a sip of water and, as he places the glass down, adds to the list leisurely, ‘Kim Myungsoo.’
‘What?!’
‘Don’t you think all your boyfriends remind you of my brother?’ He grits his teeth and leans in close to my face, over the table. ‘Even a little bit?’
My tongue has trouble moving so I end up babbling, ‘But I… Wha - What does Myungsoo have to do with anything?!’
‘He means a lot to you.’ Sunggyu raises an eyebrow and I finally get what he’s saying. Myungsoo and I? Me and Myungsoo? No way - It just can’t happen - right? Sunggyu’s insane!
‘He’s straight,’ I counter quickly.
‘He’s…’ Sunggyu swallows the rest of the sentence and shakes his head, agreeing, ‘You’re right, it can’t be.’
Myungsoo is a jerk. He’s a douchebag. He’s a dickhead. He’s too clean, too hygiene-concerned. He’s dirty-minded. He’s sarcastic. He thinks inappropriate things out loud. He swears in public too much and doesn’t give a shit about the shocked looks people give him. He eats pasta, disgusting bleeding worms and caterpillars. He lecture me all the time. He sleeps around, jumps from one girl to another. He breaks hearts. He’s really bipolar, there’s always something changing his mood. He teases me like crazy. And the biggest problem is: He isn’t gay because I think I kind of, sort of, might like Myungsoo a teensy-weensy, tiny bit.
‘Actually, it can be.’ I groan into my arms, ‘But I don’t want it to be.’
I hope this is just a post break-up faze, I really do.
-
Soohyun is a nice guy - well, he was. He treated Sungyeol nicely, bought him things, told him the truth without being brutal. He taught Sungyeol many things, gave him helpful advice. He even knew how to tease him and how to cook for him and how to make him laugh so hard his stomach hurt. I thought he gave Sungyeol everything - I thought he’d continue to give Sungyeol everything - but that bastard threw him away like he didn’t mean everything. That doesn’t make sense to me. How the fuck can he disrespect Sungyeol like that? Why the fuck would anyone choose to cut Sungyeol off? Sungyeol’s not something you can just throw away - he’s like an arm or a leg or sight or taste or smell or spinal cord or happiness… Why the fuck would anyone want to lose something like that? Something like him is not easy to find.
Sungyeol said he’d be going somewhere - I later found out he went to Sunggyu-hyung’s by text, so I don’t need to worry too much, Sunggyu will sort him out. And now I am on my way to beat up a fucker. It didn’t take much to find his address - I have nerdy, hacker connections that could do all the hard, technical stuff for me. All I needed to do was give them Soohyun’s phone number.
When I find the right apartment number, I bang my fist on the door until it swings open, just-out-of-the-shower Soohyun appearing before me.
‘Soohyun,’ I practically growl, grabbing his collar. ‘How dare you fuck with my roommate!’
There’s obvious fear on the asshole’s face and he steps backwards, trying to get away from me as he stutters, ‘M - Myungsoo, I…’
‘Why the fuck did you break his heart?!’ I grip tighter than necessary. (Woops, my bad.)
‘Because he’s breaking yours,’ he gasps, choking as my grip loosens.
I raise my eyebrow at him as if telling him to explain because what the fuck is going on?
‘Sungyeol’s stupid for not seeing how much he means to you.’ He heaves a sigh and continues, ‘And yes, I do like Sungyeol a lot, but I realised…’
Soohyun swallows and looks to the ground, somewhat uncomfortable with talking.
‘What did you realise?’ I say calmly, ignoring the fact that he mentioned what I mean to Sungyeol for a while.
‘I’m straight.’
‘I… Did I hear that right?’
He laughs, ‘Did you just think out loud?’
I so did not. ‘I what?’
‘Sungyeol told me you do that a lot.’
I shake my head. ‘I don’t do it a lot.’
‘Sungyeol said you were in denial about it too.’ He smiles and leans his side against the door frame leisurely. ‘He loves talking about you, every conversation we had ended with you - Well, most of the time it ended with him complaining and raging about how much he hated your existence, but if that’s not him liking you then I don’t know what it is… And it’s pretty damn obvious that you have a thing for him too, you know, even though you’re straight.’
Okay, let’s ignore this Sungyeol-and-Myungsoo-Soohyun-knows-I’m-straight-and-is-being-a-smartass-about-it talk because he is Sungyeol’s ex and it’s weird. Plus, I don’t want him to get my hopes up - What if he’s wrong and I don’t really mean that much to the princess?
‘So you’re straight,’ I change the subject. ‘How does it feel?’
‘I actually feel… a lot more comfortable, actually. Girls are fun.’ He pouts stupidly. ‘Are you trying to change the topic?’
Well he’s stupid. Not Hoya-stupid, but still utterly stupid. ‘Which ones are fun?’
‘I don’t know, but there’s this girl that I like.’
‘Don’t tell me you’ve already hooked up with some slut. You only just broke up with Yeol today!’ I raise my voice. ‘Which reminds me… I need to kill you now, for making him cry.’
I step forward into the apartment and he raises his hands in defence. ‘Hey, see that as a favour to you! You hugged him to sleep again, didn’t you?’ How the hell did he know that? ‘And I really didn’t mean it… I didn’t have the guts to tell him upfront.’
‘…Are you sure your straight?’ I sneer at him. Even Woohyun seems straighter than him.
‘Yes,’ he groans in annoyance. ‘She’s a modelling major so we’ve worked together before, she has the softest-looking skin I’ve ever seen, her name is Hyuna, she’s gorgeous and -‘
‘What?’ I blink. Did he say Hyuna? As in Kim Hyuna? As in that talkative modelling major that tried to pick me up? The one I told I was gay in front of the whole restaurant? The one from the prologue? ‘Say that again.’
‘She’s gorgeous,’ he repeats. Idiot.
‘No, her name!’
‘Hyuna.’ He tilts his head confusedly at the face I’m giving him. ‘What?’
I sigh, feeling sorry for him already. I pat his shoulder in sympathy and say, ‘Nice knowing you, man.’
I walk off, leaving behind a pathetic Soohyun that doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into. Why the fuck would you want to be straight? Chicks are hard work, especially if their name is either Hyuna or Gyuri - You guys know about Hyuna, but Gyuri’s a story I’d rather not go into detail with. Let’s just say she didn’t like the fact that I liked dicks not tits.
And as I walk out of the building I realise I didn’t need to kill Soohyun after all. Hyuna will do that for me - slowly and painfully.
-
When Sunggyu dropped me off at the apartment, I went straight to my room, not seeing Myungsoo at home. My room is so… clean. It’s so organised, I can find everything easily, it looks so big and empty. Well… Time to mess it up.
I grab the doona and throw it to the ground, I knock things off the shelves, push other things onto my desk, onto my bed, onto the floor. I want my room to look more messy, more filled with junk like it used to be.
It took a whole day to clean this room, but only three and a half minutes to make it a pig sty again.
When I’m done with my handy work, I collapse onto my mattress and throw my pillow over my head. It’s about time I went to sleep, even though it’s only seven o’clock. And then I hear the door open… OH PLEASE LET IT BE A MURDERER. SHOULD I GET UP TO SHOW HIM I’M HERE? I DON’T WANT A KIDNAPPER THOUGH… I WANT MY DEATH TO BE QUICK AND SNAPPY, THANK YOU.
‘Yeol, come out of you room! I bought ice-cream!’ It’s Myungsoo’s voice instead. Dammit.
‘I don’t want to come out!’ I yell back, turning so I’m facing my wall. Go away, stupid pretty boy, and just let me wallow in my misery alone.
‘Okay, I’ll come to you then,’ I hear him say as my door opens and light flushes in. ‘Why is your room so messy?’
‘Because Soohyun helped me clean it,’ I grunt, pressing my face against the pillow.
The bed shifts weight and I feel Myungsoo petting my hair gently. Why the hell does it have to feel so good? Stop this! Myungsoo is straight, he’s not gay like you are, and he’s your roommate. Think about it! You don’t have a chance with him, Lee Sungyeol. Don’t get your hopes up.
‘You know, tomorrow’s Saturday. We could do anything you want to do. How about it?’ Myungsoo coos softly (I don’t want his pity.), his hand sliding down to the back of my neck. Please stop doing that. Your hand feels too nice.
‘I want to stay home and do nothing,’ I answer bluntly. Luckily I’m facing the wall, or else he could see how much I’m blushing. ‘Close the door on your way out, please.’
I can feel Myungsoo’s frown through telekinesis (Am I talking about the right kind of kinesis?). ‘But it’s hot and I’m going to turn the air conditioner on,’ he argues calmly.
I shake my head. ‘It’s fine.’
I can tell he’s holding back a sigh and the bed shifts weight again. ‘Alright, kiddo. If you need anything, just yell out,’ he yawns as the door closes and the light disappears.
Stupid Myungsoo. Why the hell do you have to be so nice to me? Can’t you tell that I’m trying not to like you? Oh wait, you can’t… BECAUSE YOU’RE STUPID!
AN\ I know this story is confusing as shit right now, but get used to it. LOL (Myungsoo’s such a guy in this chapter, ehehe)
Oh and I’m gonna be blogging about TCSS progress and possibly Collide progress (I should really halt on Collide, I should be concentrating on TCSS). Just so you guys know ^^ have to warn you that there could be so-so spoilers. (Only applies to AFF, sorry)
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-Five Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)