120913 CHAPTERED FIC: THE CAMERA SHOOTS STRAIGHT: TWENTY-SEVEN
The camera shoots straight
Twenty-Seven | 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.
Sungyeol moped about for the whole weekend. He didn’t come out of his room unless he ran out of food or needed to use the bathroom. He didn’t even take a shower - that’s definitely not model material. I’ve been really worried about his behaviour - hell, I didn’t even know this happened after a break-up. I’m the one who breaks up so I don’t really know how it feels to be broken up with.
On Saturday night, I tried to lure him out. Sungyeol’s senses are top-notch so I decided to go with something he could not misinterpret - smell. I baked cookies and cake and brownies, and I made sure to swing the tray near his door so the scent can be more tempting. I even turned the fan on and faced it towards his door. After fifteen minutes, I figured all my attempts of getting Sungyeol to meet light were futile, so I plopped onto the couch and turned the television on. Almost immediately after, there was a clinking noise and when I turned to look at the kitchen… The tray of cookies was gone and Sungyeol’s bedroom door slammed shut. Dang it. I shouldn’t have took my eye off the bait. Sungyeol probably sensed that I wasn’t on watch and pounced before I can catch him in the act…
On Sunday night, I tried a different approach. I used weaponry. And by weaponry, I mean connecting my laptop to the television, playing the most hardcore heterosexual porn I stole off Kyungjae one time (back in high school, when I was still in denial about my sexuality), and turning the volume on full blast. I thought it was a non-fail plan, but Sungyeol’s door didn’t budge one centimetre and the neighbours knocked on the door and cursed at me - even then Sungyeol didn’t come out.
Does everyone act like this when they get dumped?!
‘KIM MYUNGSOO!’ the bitch screams at me again.
‘Yes, director?’ I put the camera down and grit my teeth.
‘You’re being shit again,’ he claims, flicking his hair. ‘What happened this time? Girlfriend trouble again?’
I inaudibly groan. Why does everyone at this stupid company think I’m straight? Isn’t it obvious that I like cocks? ‘Something like that,’ I mutter, holding up the camera again.
‘Well I’m sick of this, so get yourself together right this second!’
-
Kim freaking Myungsoo has been trying to get me out of my room, I just know it! He is pure evil and probably shampoos his hair with maliciousness. Firstly, he bakes freaking cookies (CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES, MY FAVOURITE!) and tries to tempt me into eating them, but I used all my will power to hold myself back. I knew that if I went out, he would’ve grabbed me and tied me to a chair so I couldn’t go back in my room! Luckily, he looked away and I had an opportunity to snatch the whole tray. (MUWAHAHAHA!) Secondly, he turns our apartment into a whore house! All I could hear was this lady with a French accent screaming unholy requests to God and bed springs. I am completely traumatised. Stupid pretty boy and his straight porn. Ew.
BUT I, THE GREAT LEE SUNGYEOL, DEFEATED HIM AND STAYED IN MY GLORIOUS NEST UNTIL HE TURNED THE YUCKY VIDEO OFF. I am literally amazing in every single way possible. Not even Myungsoo and his heterosexual voodoo can stop me! I am absolutely, positively -
‘Lee Sungyeol! Where the hell is your head?!’
I’ve almost had it with this she-witch photographer. She’s a freaking monster, always yelling at me. ‘ATTACHED TO MY NECK, OBVIOUSLY,’ I shout back.
She gasps and raises a hand to her chest, and I glare at her to prove I’m not joking. I was having a moment and she ruined it.
‘Are you giving me attitude?! Do you want to be fired?!’ she shrieks annoyingly.
I stomp over to her, pointing. ‘YES, I AM AND -‘
Dongwoo presses a hand over my hand and hauls me away, forcing me to bow as he spits out, ‘Sorry, sorry! He’s just having a rough day.’
BUT WHY? I WAS GOING TO DEMOLISH HER.
He pushes me into a dark-ish corner and starts whispering, ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’
‘She’s a bitch,’ I deadpan stubbornly, crossing my arms.
Dongwoo slaps my shoulder and pushes me towards the set, lecturing strictly, ‘She’s also one of the most recognised photographers in the country, so shut the hell up and listen to her!’
I mentally sob. It’s like everyone is out to get me.
-
It’s been a long, horrible day at the company. Non-stop snapping because models are getting stupider and stupider every day. Do they even know how to speak? Are they deaf or do they just choose to not listen to me when I tell them It will break if you touch it. I said do not touch that! Don’t touch - You just broke it! WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU?! I told you not to touch it, but you fucking did it anyway. You are so smart, seriously? Sungyeol was a good model. He didn’t even need instructions, he just needed to stand there in his denim and leather to look fucking sexy… Okay, let’s not get into detail about how inhumanly sexy he is. Not now - at least not in public. I am in a restaurant that is open to the public and serving dozens of people, after all.
‘Would Sungyeol want to eat stir fry?’
Did I just say that out loud? Yep, the weird stares people are giving me say it all… Myungsoo, keep your mouth shut before you actually order something.
As I’m waiting in the middle of the line at this busy restaurant (It’s a very good restaurant, with amazing food which will hopefully cheer Sungyeol up.), I get bored because who wouldn’t get bored waiting in line?
This will be the perfect opportunity to annoy the crap out of Sunggyu-hyung by text.
Hi hyung :) Are you and Woo having sex?
Quit pestering me, kid. I’m not in the mood.
Okay, maybe I not.
What’s wrong?
I’m going to forward you a text Woohyun just send me…
Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Anyway, the line quickly moves as the women at the register announces that they will not be serving a certain dish tonight - luckily neither Sungyeol and I will eat pasta - Sungyeol can’t because he thinks it’s utterly disgusting, and I can’t because Sungyeol has literally disgusted me to the point that I cannot look at pasta without thinking of dirty critters swarming in blood.
Before I know it, it’s my turn to order. The women smiles at me and waits for me to reply to her greeting and order. My phone vibrates and I give a small smile of apology before reading the forwarded text Sunggyu sent.
Hey Gyu! Something amazing just happened~~ I just got offered an apprenticeship! Seriously, three years of culinary school was worth it... I still can’t believe it, Gyu! I’m moving to Rome!
Oh. Holy. Shit.
Where are you, hyung?
I guess Sungyeol and I are having pizza again tonight. Woohyun being extremely idiotic is more important at the moment.
‘He told you through text,’ I repeat, sipping on my iced coffee through a straw.
Sunggyu shrugs and sighs, ‘Yep.’
‘Did he mention breaking up or…?’
Sunggyu shakes his head. ‘No.’
‘What did you say?’
‘I congratulated him.’
‘That’s it?’
Sunggyu nods. ‘Yep.’
I almost want to go into a rampage. That’s it? Congratulations. That’s all he said? Did he ever think of: Please don’t go, I need you, I love you, I will miss you so much I’d want to kill myself. I will die every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid I will love you. (Sungyeol use to sing this depressing song every day. It made me go nuts, tie his hands and feet together, and stick duct tape over his mouth… Sungyeol all tied up and shit… I need to stop thinking kinky things about him, right this instant.)
I’m almost furious with my brother for having so much pride and not telling his boyfriend to stay. It took eons to get Woohyun and Sunggyu together. This whole distance thing will probably jeopardise all of that lovey-dovey-ness and waste all the hard work Sungyeol and I put in.
‘Hyung, you are very smart, but you are acting very dumb.’ Extremely, so-not-Sunggyu-like dumb. ‘And if you say something Woohyun-like, like “love makes you dumb”, I’m going to stand up and throw you out of the window.’
Sunggyu laughs a little, staring deeply at the table. ‘It’s not the easy, Myungsoo,’ he mumbles. I know he means Woohyun, not me throwing him out of the window… Actually, that would be pretty hard. Sunggyu lives with Woohyun and Woohyun cooks non-stop.
I hold back a groan and slump back in my chair. There is no use when it comes to Sunggyu-hyung. He is very persuasive and informative, but he is as stubborn as that kid that use to come to our house when I was in high school. He was the son of my dad’s friend or something. I don’t care. I just don’t like kids. (Lee Sungyeol is the exception.)
The worker from behind the counter walks over to the this side of the café and sticks something on the door.
‘Excuse me, what are you putting on the door?’ I ask curiously. Sunggyu looks up from the table.
‘It’s a notice for the customers,’ she replies, ‘The owner is selling this café.’
‘What? But we love this café,’ I exclaim, surprised. This café is so popular though, and Sungyeol practically lives here. He’ll practically die if this place shuts down.
‘The owner is getting older. He’s not energetic enough to keep up with the hassle anymore. I’m sorry,’ she sighs, rather depressed-looking.
‘No, it’s okay…’ I mumble and turn back to Sunggyu, who has the same look on his face I do. ‘Sungyeol’s going to freak out.’
‘I think this is the only café he goes to,’ Sunggyu laughs, sipping on his latte.
The corner of my lip rises rather sympathetically. ‘Hyung,’ I call softly, ‘If you need anything…’
My brother smiles and messes up my hair, chuckling fondly, ‘I know.’
After a while, we decided to go our separate ways and go home. Sungyeol’s probably back from his shoot by now and locking himself in his den, probably hungry as fuck. As I step into the elevator of the apartment building, I start processing all the messed-up things that’s happening with everyone: Firstly, Dongwoo and Hoya aren’t living together anymore because Hoya is experimenting with fate. Secondly, Sungyeol gets dumped by the douchebag and is now an emo. Woohyun is being a complete idiot and leaving Sunggyu-hyung for four years. And to top it all off, I’m still contemplating my love for my roommate who thinks I’m straight, who is experiencing the worst breakup of his life, who thinks he’s in love with the guy - not to mention, who is now straight - who left him a note on the coffee table and disappeared! This is completely insane! What the hell is wrong with this world?!
AN\ *hides in bomb shelter* PLEASE DON’T MURDER ME. I SWEAR NEXT CHAPTER WILL CHEER YOU UP…a little.
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-Six Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)
Twenty-Seven | 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.
Sungyeol moped about for the whole weekend. He didn’t come out of his room unless he ran out of food or needed to use the bathroom. He didn’t even take a shower - that’s definitely not model material. I’ve been really worried about his behaviour - hell, I didn’t even know this happened after a break-up. I’m the one who breaks up so I don’t really know how it feels to be broken up with.
On Saturday night, I tried to lure him out. Sungyeol’s senses are top-notch so I decided to go with something he could not misinterpret - smell. I baked cookies and cake and brownies, and I made sure to swing the tray near his door so the scent can be more tempting. I even turned the fan on and faced it towards his door. After fifteen minutes, I figured all my attempts of getting Sungyeol to meet light were futile, so I plopped onto the couch and turned the television on. Almost immediately after, there was a clinking noise and when I turned to look at the kitchen… The tray of cookies was gone and Sungyeol’s bedroom door slammed shut. Dang it. I shouldn’t have took my eye off the bait. Sungyeol probably sensed that I wasn’t on watch and pounced before I can catch him in the act…
On Sunday night, I tried a different approach. I used weaponry. And by weaponry, I mean connecting my laptop to the television, playing the most hardcore heterosexual porn I stole off Kyungjae one time (back in high school, when I was still in denial about my sexuality), and turning the volume on full blast. I thought it was a non-fail plan, but Sungyeol’s door didn’t budge one centimetre and the neighbours knocked on the door and cursed at me - even then Sungyeol didn’t come out.
Does everyone act like this when they get dumped?!
‘KIM MYUNGSOO!’ the bitch screams at me again.
‘Yes, director?’ I put the camera down and grit my teeth.
‘You’re being shit again,’ he claims, flicking his hair. ‘What happened this time? Girlfriend trouble again?’
I inaudibly groan. Why does everyone at this stupid company think I’m straight? Isn’t it obvious that I like cocks? ‘Something like that,’ I mutter, holding up the camera again.
‘Well I’m sick of this, so get yourself together right this second!’
-
Kim freaking Myungsoo has been trying to get me out of my room, I just know it! He is pure evil and probably shampoos his hair with maliciousness. Firstly, he bakes freaking cookies (CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES, MY FAVOURITE!) and tries to tempt me into eating them, but I used all my will power to hold myself back. I knew that if I went out, he would’ve grabbed me and tied me to a chair so I couldn’t go back in my room! Luckily, he looked away and I had an opportunity to snatch the whole tray. (MUWAHAHAHA!) Secondly, he turns our apartment into a whore house! All I could hear was this lady with a French accent screaming unholy requests to God and bed springs. I am completely traumatised. Stupid pretty boy and his straight porn. Ew.
BUT I, THE GREAT LEE SUNGYEOL, DEFEATED HIM AND STAYED IN MY GLORIOUS NEST UNTIL HE TURNED THE YUCKY VIDEO OFF. I am literally amazing in every single way possible. Not even Myungsoo and his heterosexual voodoo can stop me! I am absolutely, positively -
‘Lee Sungyeol! Where the hell is your head?!’
I’ve almost had it with this she-witch photographer. She’s a freaking monster, always yelling at me. ‘ATTACHED TO MY NECK, OBVIOUSLY,’ I shout back.
She gasps and raises a hand to her chest, and I glare at her to prove I’m not joking. I was having a moment and she ruined it.
‘Are you giving me attitude?! Do you want to be fired?!’ she shrieks annoyingly.
I stomp over to her, pointing. ‘YES, I AM AND -‘
Dongwoo presses a hand over my hand and hauls me away, forcing me to bow as he spits out, ‘Sorry, sorry! He’s just having a rough day.’
BUT WHY? I WAS GOING TO DEMOLISH HER.
He pushes me into a dark-ish corner and starts whispering, ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?!’
‘She’s a bitch,’ I deadpan stubbornly, crossing my arms.
Dongwoo slaps my shoulder and pushes me towards the set, lecturing strictly, ‘She’s also one of the most recognised photographers in the country, so shut the hell up and listen to her!’
I mentally sob. It’s like everyone is out to get me.
-
It’s been a long, horrible day at the company. Non-stop snapping because models are getting stupider and stupider every day. Do they even know how to speak? Are they deaf or do they just choose to not listen to me when I tell them It will break if you touch it. I said do not touch that! Don’t touch - You just broke it! WHAT THE HELL DID I TELL YOU?! I told you not to touch it, but you fucking did it anyway. You are so smart, seriously? Sungyeol was a good model. He didn’t even need instructions, he just needed to stand there in his denim and leather to look fucking sexy… Okay, let’s not get into detail about how inhumanly sexy he is. Not now - at least not in public. I am in a restaurant that is open to the public and serving dozens of people, after all.
‘Would Sungyeol want to eat stir fry?’
Did I just say that out loud? Yep, the weird stares people are giving me say it all… Myungsoo, keep your mouth shut before you actually order something.
As I’m waiting in the middle of the line at this busy restaurant (It’s a very good restaurant, with amazing food which will hopefully cheer Sungyeol up.), I get bored because who wouldn’t get bored waiting in line?
This will be the perfect opportunity to annoy the crap out of Sunggyu-hyung by text.
Hi hyung :) Are you and Woo having sex?
Quit pestering me, kid. I’m not in the mood.
Okay, maybe I not.
What’s wrong?
I’m going to forward you a text Woohyun just send me…
Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Anyway, the line quickly moves as the women at the register announces that they will not be serving a certain dish tonight - luckily neither Sungyeol and I will eat pasta - Sungyeol can’t because he thinks it’s utterly disgusting, and I can’t because Sungyeol has literally disgusted me to the point that I cannot look at pasta without thinking of dirty critters swarming in blood.
Before I know it, it’s my turn to order. The women smiles at me and waits for me to reply to her greeting and order. My phone vibrates and I give a small smile of apology before reading the forwarded text Sunggyu sent.
Hey Gyu! Something amazing just happened~~ I just got offered an apprenticeship! Seriously, three years of culinary school was worth it... I still can’t believe it, Gyu! I’m moving to Rome!
Oh. Holy. Shit.
Where are you, hyung?
I guess Sungyeol and I are having pizza again tonight. Woohyun being extremely idiotic is more important at the moment.
‘He told you through text,’ I repeat, sipping on my iced coffee through a straw.
Sunggyu shrugs and sighs, ‘Yep.’
‘Did he mention breaking up or…?’
Sunggyu shakes his head. ‘No.’
‘What did you say?’
‘I congratulated him.’
‘That’s it?’
Sunggyu nods. ‘Yep.’
I almost want to go into a rampage. That’s it? Congratulations. That’s all he said? Did he ever think of: Please don’t go, I need you, I love you, I will miss you so much I’d want to kill myself. I will die every day waiting for you. Darling don’t be afraid I will love you. (Sungyeol use to sing this depressing song every day. It made me go nuts, tie his hands and feet together, and stick duct tape over his mouth… Sungyeol all tied up and shit… I need to stop thinking kinky things about him, right this instant.)
I’m almost furious with my brother for having so much pride and not telling his boyfriend to stay. It took eons to get Woohyun and Sunggyu together. This whole distance thing will probably jeopardise all of that lovey-dovey-ness and waste all the hard work Sungyeol and I put in.
‘Hyung, you are very smart, but you are acting very dumb.’ Extremely, so-not-Sunggyu-like dumb. ‘And if you say something Woohyun-like, like “love makes you dumb”, I’m going to stand up and throw you out of the window.’
Sunggyu laughs a little, staring deeply at the table. ‘It’s not the easy, Myungsoo,’ he mumbles. I know he means Woohyun, not me throwing him out of the window… Actually, that would be pretty hard. Sunggyu lives with Woohyun and Woohyun cooks non-stop.
I hold back a groan and slump back in my chair. There is no use when it comes to Sunggyu-hyung. He is very persuasive and informative, but he is as stubborn as that kid that use to come to our house when I was in high school. He was the son of my dad’s friend or something. I don’t care. I just don’t like kids. (Lee Sungyeol is the exception.)
The worker from behind the counter walks over to the this side of the café and sticks something on the door.
‘Excuse me, what are you putting on the door?’ I ask curiously. Sunggyu looks up from the table.
‘It’s a notice for the customers,’ she replies, ‘The owner is selling this café.’
‘What? But we love this café,’ I exclaim, surprised. This café is so popular though, and Sungyeol practically lives here. He’ll practically die if this place shuts down.
‘The owner is getting older. He’s not energetic enough to keep up with the hassle anymore. I’m sorry,’ she sighs, rather depressed-looking.
‘No, it’s okay…’ I mumble and turn back to Sunggyu, who has the same look on his face I do. ‘Sungyeol’s going to freak out.’
‘I think this is the only café he goes to,’ Sunggyu laughs, sipping on his latte.
The corner of my lip rises rather sympathetically. ‘Hyung,’ I call softly, ‘If you need anything…’
My brother smiles and messes up my hair, chuckling fondly, ‘I know.’
After a while, we decided to go our separate ways and go home. Sungyeol’s probably back from his shoot by now and locking himself in his den, probably hungry as fuck. As I step into the elevator of the apartment building, I start processing all the messed-up things that’s happening with everyone: Firstly, Dongwoo and Hoya aren’t living together anymore because Hoya is experimenting with fate. Secondly, Sungyeol gets dumped by the douchebag and is now an emo. Woohyun is being a complete idiot and leaving Sunggyu-hyung for four years. And to top it all off, I’m still contemplating my love for my roommate who thinks I’m straight, who is experiencing the worst breakup of his life, who thinks he’s in love with the guy - not to mention, who is now straight - who left him a note on the coffee table and disappeared! This is completely insane! What the hell is wrong with this world?!
AN\ *hides in bomb shelter* PLEASE DON’T MURDER ME. I SWEAR NEXT CHAPTER WILL CHEER YOU UP…a little.
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-Six Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)