120919 CHAPTERED FIC: THE CAMERA SHOOTS STRAIGHT: TWENTY-NINE
The camera shoots straight
Twenty-Nine | 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.
I wake up to my phone ringing and end up rolling onto the rug from the couch. I don’t know how Myungsoo and I ended up sleeping side-by-side instead of on top of each other. Even with the loud thud and obnoxious ringtone (It’s a cow mooing. Cute, right?), Myungsoo doesn’t wake up.
I struggle to sit up and catch my phone before it vibrates off the coffee table.
‘Hello?’ I croak, still half-asleep. WHOEVER IS CALLING ME NEEDS TO BE SHAVED NAKED AND THROWN INTO ANTARCTICA.
‘Hyung,’ I hear Sungjong’s annoyingly cheery voice.
‘What?’
‘You know what Dongwoo told me?’ he sings, ‘YOU LOVE KIM MYUNGSOO!’
I almost drop my phone, but luckily I catch it (although messily), bringing it back up to my ear.
‘WHAT,’ I whisper loudly, looking over my shoulder to see if my roommate is waking up - nope, still in dreamland. ‘Not so loud, you brat!’
‘Why? Is he next to you? Is he sleeping?’ he squeals like a crazy fangirl, ‘OH MY GOSH, DID YOU SLEEP TOGETHER?! HYUNG, THAT’S NOT FAIR. I WANT TO SLEEP WITH HIM!’
‘Shut up,’ I grunt.
‘…HE’S A SEX DEMON. IF I WERE YOU, I WOULD HANDCUFF -‘ I hang up, shaking my head.
‘Who was that?’ Myungsoo’s groans, rubbing his eyes. Ugh, he’s not usually this cute.
‘No one…’ I lie - Lee Sungjong is NOT just an ordinary no one.
I change the topic, standing up to stretch my arms out, ‘Aren’t you going to get up?’
‘Don’t have any shoots today,’ he murmurs, muffled by a pillow as he rolls, back facing me.
‘Lucky. I have a shoot and I have a feeling it’s going to go for a LONG time. ’
‘Hey princess,’ Myungsoo calls.
I look down at him.
‘Don’t eat the photographer. I know her and she says you tried to attack her the other day.’
‘She was being a bitch to me,’ I complain, pouting.
He turns around again, eyes widened. ‘Really?’
‘Yep,’ I confirm, nodding.
His lips are pursed and he goes back to sleeping, mumbling, ‘I’m deleting her number off my phone.’
I bite my lip and hurry to the bathroom. KIM MYUNGSOO, I WANT TO KILL YOU FOR BEING TOO CUTE AND MAKING ME LIKE YOU.
-
It’s so hot outside. I’m so lucky I don’t have work today… Poor Sungyeol though. He might actually have an outdoor shoot today. What is there to do? I don’t usually get a weekday off. Maybe television…?
Why the hell am I watching the weather? It’s fucking bullshit - seriously, rain on Friday? It’s fucking forty degrees right now and he says it’s going to rain in a few days? Why hasn’t the world fired the weather people yet? This is getting utterly ridiculous.
I’m bored out of my mind… What should I do…?
There’s a rumbling noise coming from Sungyeol’s room and I’m terrified about what he’s keeping in there. It’s Lee Sungyeol - you have to have at least one eye open 24/7. I fear the worse, but I don’t receive it. A pile of his junk just flows out of his room, which is overflowing with mess and uncleanliness.
I’m guessing that’s a sign - I should clean Sungyeol’s room. He’ll be grateful, right?
-
My shoot finished earlier than expected - the photographer was being a lot more lenient than usually and I have a feeling it’s Myungsoo’s doing. That bastard is being adorable again and I hate it!
Instead of heading home (It’s only four o’clock and Myungsoo isn’t expecting me back until five.) I decide to head over to Sunggyu to clear my head. His brother is making me go so insane it literally HURTS.
‘Sunggyu-hyung!’ I call, knocking on the door furiously.
Woohyun opens the door, towel around his neck. ‘What is it?’ he spits, bottom lip jutted and eyebrows crooked.
I push past him. ‘Not you! I want to talk to Sunggyu!’
Sunggyu appears in the kitchen, arms crossed and looking at me intently. ‘Woohyun, I think he understands now…’ he says smoothly, giving me a small smile.
Woohyun inspects me up and down and nods, ‘Come inside, your letting all the cool air out.’
-
I’ve been cleaning Sungyeol’s room since two o’clock. It’s fucking half past four now! The amount of crap Sungyeol can fit in his room is amazing. I had to throw out useless things he probably won’t notice are missing just to fit all his clothes in his closet. By the way, he has a lot more clothes than the last time I checked… Maybe he’s been stealing from the set to piss that photographer he calls the “she-devil” off. I’ve had a talked to her about treating him nicely and she just brushed me off. Then I started persuading with the help of our high school graduation photo - I’m surprised how successful she is now. She was horrible at art in school - and she eventually came around. If I hear any more complaints from Sungyeol, I swear to God…
I swipe the bed sheet smooth and gently place his folded blankets on top, patting the soft fabric down slightly. Looking around, I admire my handy work. I can barely recognise his room. Not to flatter myself, but I did a very good job. Sunggyu would be very proud.
There’s a thump of something dropping onto the floorboards. I get on my hands and knees to find whatever it is. Squinting, I spot a brown envelope wedged between the bed and the bedside table. What the hell kind of files would Sungyeol have? He’s not exactly a man or words - well, mature words. You don’t exactly find butthead and I’ll rip your tongue out of your head and whip you with it in a professional document.
After shifting the bed a little, I’m able to reach between the gap and pick up the envelope… And now I’m very curious. What’s in this? Should I look? What if it’s something important, so important that Sungyeol is hiding it from me…? It’s pretty heavy. It could be anything, really. It could even be a draft of Sungyeol’s yet-to-be-published novel.
Fat chance, actually. Sungyeol hates books and words and sentences and reading. He’s such a studious child.
Biting my lip, I can’t help but let curiosity get the better for me. I gently pry open the envelope fold and peek inside. I know this is probably very Sungyeol-like but holy shit, it could be a bomb for all I know. But of course I’m wrong. They’re my company’s magazines. And from the looks of the front covers, from last year when he did the shoots at my magazine company. From when we first met.
Wow. Has it really been a year since I moved in with Sungyeol? You know, you don’t notice changes overnight, but when you look back over a long period of time everything is different.
Should I flip to Sungyeol’s spread? I really shouldn’t. I shouldn’t do this. This is immorally wrong on so many levels... But then again, Sungyeol in leather and denim and mesh and other tight and see-through articles of clothing.
Screw immorality.
-
‘Myungsoo…’ I croak before chugging down some water to replenish my suddenly dry throat. Is it hot in here? Is the air conditioner working?
Sunggyu nods and raises an eyebrow at me.
‘You were right,’ I sigh, slouching into the chair. ‘Myungsoo means a lot, too much, to me.’
He smiles.
‘And when I was dating those douchebags…’ I mentally cringe at my own corniness. ‘It was Myungsoo the whole time,’ I declare quietly, head hung low.
‘Now, you get it,’ Sunggyu says proudly, triumphant smile on his face. ‘You need to tell him.’
‘No,’ I protest immediately. No way, I’m not going to strut up to my STRAIGHT BUTTHEAD OF A ROOMMATE and declare my undeniable like, like for him. The world will squish me like a bug.
‘Why?’
‘He’s straight.’
Sunggyu retorts, unwavering, ‘Woohyun’s gay and he still loves APink.’
‘Woohyun’s weird.’
‘So are you.’ I AM NOT!
I narrow my eyes at him and challenge, ‘Hyung, you can’t beat me when it comes to battling in immaturity. You know that, right?’
He shrugs in return and looks at me in innocence (BUT I CAN SENSE HE’S LYING). ‘What immaturity? I’m using pure logic.’
‘Don’t patronise me!’ I yell, eyebrows furrowed. ‘I can’t tell him.’
‘Why not?’
‘We’re living together,’ I counter.
The corner of Sunggyu’s lip rises in amusement. ‘Lee Sungyeol, you little hypocrite.’
Crap, I am a hypocrite! YaDong and WooGyu prove it!
‘It’s not that easy!’
‘Of course it’s not easy! If it were easy, it wouldn’t be worth it. If it were easy, it wouldn’t be worth the all the hard work you put into it,’ he lectures, ‘If it were hard, it wouldn’t be easy.’
The teacher’s got a point. ‘I forget you’re a teacher sometimes.’
‘I deal with kids all the time and I’m good at my job.’ IS HE IMPLYING THAT I’M A KID? EXCUSE ME, BUT I’M A MATURE ADULT.
Sunggyu’s kind of right. I kind of need to tell Myungsoo I have a thing for him before it gets out of hand. I can’t keep this secret for long. He’s bound to find out I like him, so I might as well tell him as soon as I can, so we can work his out. It’s best to be forward about your feelings, right? It’s best to not hide your feelings away for too long, right? Something bad can happen if you keep it in.
‘I need to get home quickly and see him,’ I say to myself more than Sunggyu.
Sunggyu finishes off his cup of tea, grabs his keys and states hurriedly, ‘I’ll take you.’
As soon as Sunggyu drops me off at the parking lot, I run all the way to the elevator, awkwardly waiting for it to stop at my floor while trying not to stare at the teenage couple making-out (Why the hell do teenagers think it’s okay to do these indecent things in an elevator with other people right there?!), and quickly open the door to the apartment and tell Myungsoo I need to talk to him: ‘Myungsoo! I need to talk to you. I -‘
-
‘Myungsoo! I need to talk to you. I -‘
I hear Sungyeol’s voice last second and end up coming all over his magazines. ‘Oh fuck, Sungyeol.’
‘Myungsoo? What are you…?’ Uh-oh. He wasn’t supposed to see that. ‘Oh.’
I begin to comprehend that Sungyeol just saw me jacking off and coming all over his magazines, and he heard me moaning his name. Ah shit, he’s running away now. Fuck, I need to explain it to him. I quickly jump off my bed, pull my shorts up, grab a handful of tissues and run out the door.
‘Wait, wait Sungyeol, come back!’ I call, seeing his retreating back right in front of me.
Rather than grabbing his wrists (I think Sungyeol would appreciate it if I didn’t slather him in cum.), I nudge his back and he turns around, frantic. ‘What was that? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?’ he shrieks, eyes widened in astonishment.
‘Th - That was…’ I honestly have no excuse. He already saw everything.
I can see his eyes getting teary and he screams, ‘That was you jacking off while looking at my photos, moaning my name!’
I’m speechless. I honestly can’t counter that because he said it exactly how it was.
‘I don’t know what the hell you were thinking,’ he scoffs, turning to walk out the door.
Before he can leave I jump in front of him to stop him from leaving without letting me explain myself, ‘I’m gay, okay? I like you. I really like you, so please don’t be weirded-out. I’m -‘
‘Gay? You are gay? And you didn’t tell me? You didn’t have the decency to tell me that you were gay even though we were living together?! Do you know how sick that sounds? It’s been over a year!’ He sounds really angry… and I don’t blame him one bit.
I exhale, ‘Sungyeol…’
‘I thought you were straight all along! You made me feel as though I would never have a chance with you so I chased after stupid assholes that reminded me of you!’ This time his tears really do fall and he’s crying and all I want to do is let out all my pent up…feelings and hug him and kiss him and tell him that I’m sorry a billion times while holding him close. ‘I guess I didn’t need to change them after all…’ I know. I’m such an asshole, Sungyeol. I shouldn’t have did this to you. You deserve so much better.
‘Sungyeol, I really like you,’ I end up confessing, sounding so desperate.
‘Just!’ He takes a deep breath and looks to the ground, not giving me eye contact. ‘Just don’t. I’m moving out tonight. Have the place to yourself, you fucking idiot!’
He brushes past me and I ask myself: What the fuck have I done?!
-
‘Dongwoo, can I stay here until I find somewhere else to live?’
‘Sure.’ Dongwoo crooks an eyebrow (I’m guessing he’s confused because I don’t have anything with me. Just my phone, wallet and keys. I just couldn’t go back there and get my things.) and lets me in. ‘What happened? Did you two fight again?’
‘Something like that.’
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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-Seven Twenty-Eight Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)
Twenty-Nine | 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.
I wake up to my phone ringing and end up rolling onto the rug from the couch. I don’t know how Myungsoo and I ended up sleeping side-by-side instead of on top of each other. Even with the loud thud and obnoxious ringtone (It’s a cow mooing. Cute, right?), Myungsoo doesn’t wake up.
I struggle to sit up and catch my phone before it vibrates off the coffee table.
‘Hello?’ I croak, still half-asleep. WHOEVER IS CALLING ME NEEDS TO BE SHAVED NAKED AND THROWN INTO ANTARCTICA.
‘Hyung,’ I hear Sungjong’s annoyingly cheery voice.
‘What?’
‘You know what Dongwoo told me?’ he sings, ‘YOU LOVE KIM MYUNGSOO!’
I almost drop my phone, but luckily I catch it (although messily), bringing it back up to my ear.
‘WHAT,’ I whisper loudly, looking over my shoulder to see if my roommate is waking up - nope, still in dreamland. ‘Not so loud, you brat!’
‘Why? Is he next to you? Is he sleeping?’ he squeals like a crazy fangirl, ‘OH MY GOSH, DID YOU SLEEP TOGETHER?! HYUNG, THAT’S NOT FAIR. I WANT TO SLEEP WITH HIM!’
‘Shut up,’ I grunt.
‘…HE’S A SEX DEMON. IF I WERE YOU, I WOULD HANDCUFF -‘ I hang up, shaking my head.
‘Who was that?’ Myungsoo’s groans, rubbing his eyes. Ugh, he’s not usually this cute.
‘No one…’ I lie - Lee Sungjong is NOT just an ordinary no one.
I change the topic, standing up to stretch my arms out, ‘Aren’t you going to get up?’
‘Don’t have any shoots today,’ he murmurs, muffled by a pillow as he rolls, back facing me.
‘Lucky. I have a shoot and I have a feeling it’s going to go for a LONG time. ’
‘Hey princess,’ Myungsoo calls.
I look down at him.
‘Don’t eat the photographer. I know her and she says you tried to attack her the other day.’
‘She was being a bitch to me,’ I complain, pouting.
He turns around again, eyes widened. ‘Really?’
‘Yep,’ I confirm, nodding.
His lips are pursed and he goes back to sleeping, mumbling, ‘I’m deleting her number off my phone.’
I bite my lip and hurry to the bathroom. KIM MYUNGSOO, I WANT TO KILL YOU FOR BEING TOO CUTE AND MAKING ME LIKE YOU.
-
It’s so hot outside. I’m so lucky I don’t have work today… Poor Sungyeol though. He might actually have an outdoor shoot today. What is there to do? I don’t usually get a weekday off. Maybe television…?
Why the hell am I watching the weather? It’s fucking bullshit - seriously, rain on Friday? It’s fucking forty degrees right now and he says it’s going to rain in a few days? Why hasn’t the world fired the weather people yet? This is getting utterly ridiculous.
I’m bored out of my mind… What should I do…?
There’s a rumbling noise coming from Sungyeol’s room and I’m terrified about what he’s keeping in there. It’s Lee Sungyeol - you have to have at least one eye open 24/7. I fear the worse, but I don’t receive it. A pile of his junk just flows out of his room, which is overflowing with mess and uncleanliness.
I’m guessing that’s a sign - I should clean Sungyeol’s room. He’ll be grateful, right?
-
My shoot finished earlier than expected - the photographer was being a lot more lenient than usually and I have a feeling it’s Myungsoo’s doing. That bastard is being adorable again and I hate it!
Instead of heading home (It’s only four o’clock and Myungsoo isn’t expecting me back until five.) I decide to head over to Sunggyu to clear my head. His brother is making me go so insane it literally HURTS.
‘Sunggyu-hyung!’ I call, knocking on the door furiously.
Woohyun opens the door, towel around his neck. ‘What is it?’ he spits, bottom lip jutted and eyebrows crooked.
I push past him. ‘Not you! I want to talk to Sunggyu!’
Sunggyu appears in the kitchen, arms crossed and looking at me intently. ‘Woohyun, I think he understands now…’ he says smoothly, giving me a small smile.
Woohyun inspects me up and down and nods, ‘Come inside, your letting all the cool air out.’
-
I’ve been cleaning Sungyeol’s room since two o’clock. It’s fucking half past four now! The amount of crap Sungyeol can fit in his room is amazing. I had to throw out useless things he probably won’t notice are missing just to fit all his clothes in his closet. By the way, he has a lot more clothes than the last time I checked… Maybe he’s been stealing from the set to piss that photographer he calls the “she-devil” off. I’ve had a talked to her about treating him nicely and she just brushed me off. Then I started persuading with the help of our high school graduation photo - I’m surprised how successful she is now. She was horrible at art in school - and she eventually came around. If I hear any more complaints from Sungyeol, I swear to God…
I swipe the bed sheet smooth and gently place his folded blankets on top, patting the soft fabric down slightly. Looking around, I admire my handy work. I can barely recognise his room. Not to flatter myself, but I did a very good job. Sunggyu would be very proud.
There’s a thump of something dropping onto the floorboards. I get on my hands and knees to find whatever it is. Squinting, I spot a brown envelope wedged between the bed and the bedside table. What the hell kind of files would Sungyeol have? He’s not exactly a man or words - well, mature words. You don’t exactly find butthead and I’ll rip your tongue out of your head and whip you with it in a professional document.
After shifting the bed a little, I’m able to reach between the gap and pick up the envelope… And now I’m very curious. What’s in this? Should I look? What if it’s something important, so important that Sungyeol is hiding it from me…? It’s pretty heavy. It could be anything, really. It could even be a draft of Sungyeol’s yet-to-be-published novel.
Fat chance, actually. Sungyeol hates books and words and sentences and reading. He’s such a studious child.
Biting my lip, I can’t help but let curiosity get the better for me. I gently pry open the envelope fold and peek inside. I know this is probably very Sungyeol-like but holy shit, it could be a bomb for all I know. But of course I’m wrong. They’re my company’s magazines. And from the looks of the front covers, from last year when he did the shoots at my magazine company. From when we first met.
Wow. Has it really been a year since I moved in with Sungyeol? You know, you don’t notice changes overnight, but when you look back over a long period of time everything is different.
Should I flip to Sungyeol’s spread? I really shouldn’t. I shouldn’t do this. This is immorally wrong on so many levels... But then again, Sungyeol in leather and denim and mesh and other tight and see-through articles of clothing.
Screw immorality.
-
‘Myungsoo…’ I croak before chugging down some water to replenish my suddenly dry throat. Is it hot in here? Is the air conditioner working?
Sunggyu nods and raises an eyebrow at me.
‘You were right,’ I sigh, slouching into the chair. ‘Myungsoo means a lot, too much, to me.’
He smiles.
‘And when I was dating those douchebags…’ I mentally cringe at my own corniness. ‘It was Myungsoo the whole time,’ I declare quietly, head hung low.
‘Now, you get it,’ Sunggyu says proudly, triumphant smile on his face. ‘You need to tell him.’
‘No,’ I protest immediately. No way, I’m not going to strut up to my STRAIGHT BUTTHEAD OF A ROOMMATE and declare my undeniable like, like for him. The world will squish me like a bug.
‘Why?’
‘He’s straight.’
Sunggyu retorts, unwavering, ‘Woohyun’s gay and he still loves APink.’
‘Woohyun’s weird.’
‘So are you.’ I AM NOT!
I narrow my eyes at him and challenge, ‘Hyung, you can’t beat me when it comes to battling in immaturity. You know that, right?’
He shrugs in return and looks at me in innocence (BUT I CAN SENSE HE’S LYING). ‘What immaturity? I’m using pure logic.’
‘Don’t patronise me!’ I yell, eyebrows furrowed. ‘I can’t tell him.’
‘Why not?’
‘We’re living together,’ I counter.
The corner of Sunggyu’s lip rises in amusement. ‘Lee Sungyeol, you little hypocrite.’
Crap, I am a hypocrite! YaDong and WooGyu prove it!
‘It’s not that easy!’
‘Of course it’s not easy! If it were easy, it wouldn’t be worth it. If it were easy, it wouldn’t be worth the all the hard work you put into it,’ he lectures, ‘If it were hard, it wouldn’t be easy.’
The teacher’s got a point. ‘I forget you’re a teacher sometimes.’
‘I deal with kids all the time and I’m good at my job.’ IS HE IMPLYING THAT I’M A KID? EXCUSE ME, BUT I’M A MATURE ADULT.
Sunggyu’s kind of right. I kind of need to tell Myungsoo I have a thing for him before it gets out of hand. I can’t keep this secret for long. He’s bound to find out I like him, so I might as well tell him as soon as I can, so we can work his out. It’s best to be forward about your feelings, right? It’s best to not hide your feelings away for too long, right? Something bad can happen if you keep it in.
‘I need to get home quickly and see him,’ I say to myself more than Sunggyu.
Sunggyu finishes off his cup of tea, grabs his keys and states hurriedly, ‘I’ll take you.’
As soon as Sunggyu drops me off at the parking lot, I run all the way to the elevator, awkwardly waiting for it to stop at my floor while trying not to stare at the teenage couple making-out (Why the hell do teenagers think it’s okay to do these indecent things in an elevator with other people right there?!), and quickly open the door to the apartment and tell Myungsoo I need to talk to him: ‘Myungsoo! I need to talk to you. I -‘
-
‘Myungsoo! I need to talk to you. I -‘
I hear Sungyeol’s voice last second and end up coming all over his magazines. ‘Oh fuck, Sungyeol.’
‘Myungsoo? What are you…?’ Uh-oh. He wasn’t supposed to see that. ‘Oh.’
I begin to comprehend that Sungyeol just saw me jacking off and coming all over his magazines, and he heard me moaning his name. Ah shit, he’s running away now. Fuck, I need to explain it to him. I quickly jump off my bed, pull my shorts up, grab a handful of tissues and run out the door.
‘Wait, wait Sungyeol, come back!’ I call, seeing his retreating back right in front of me.
Rather than grabbing his wrists (I think Sungyeol would appreciate it if I didn’t slather him in cum.), I nudge his back and he turns around, frantic. ‘What was that? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?’ he shrieks, eyes widened in astonishment.
‘Th - That was…’ I honestly have no excuse. He already saw everything.
I can see his eyes getting teary and he screams, ‘That was you jacking off while looking at my photos, moaning my name!’
I’m speechless. I honestly can’t counter that because he said it exactly how it was.
‘I don’t know what the hell you were thinking,’ he scoffs, turning to walk out the door.
Before he can leave I jump in front of him to stop him from leaving without letting me explain myself, ‘I’m gay, okay? I like you. I really like you, so please don’t be weirded-out. I’m -‘
‘Gay? You are gay? And you didn’t tell me? You didn’t have the decency to tell me that you were gay even though we were living together?! Do you know how sick that sounds? It’s been over a year!’ He sounds really angry… and I don’t blame him one bit.
I exhale, ‘Sungyeol…’
‘I thought you were straight all along! You made me feel as though I would never have a chance with you so I chased after stupid assholes that reminded me of you!’ This time his tears really do fall and he’s crying and all I want to do is let out all my pent up…feelings and hug him and kiss him and tell him that I’m sorry a billion times while holding him close. ‘I guess I didn’t need to change them after all…’ I know. I’m such an asshole, Sungyeol. I shouldn’t have did this to you. You deserve so much better.
‘Sungyeol, I really like you,’ I end up confessing, sounding so desperate.
‘Just!’ He takes a deep breath and looks to the ground, not giving me eye contact. ‘Just don’t. I’m moving out tonight. Have the place to yourself, you fucking idiot!’
He brushes past me and I ask myself: What the fuck have I done?!
-
‘Dongwoo, can I stay here until I find somewhere else to live?’
‘Sure.’ Dongwoo crooks an eyebrow (I’m guessing he’s confused because I don’t have anything with me. Just my phone, wallet and keys. I just couldn’t go back there and get my things.) and lets me in. ‘What happened? Did you two fight again?’
‘Something like that.’
AN\ EXCITED? LAST CHAPTER IS NEXT! *squeals* I WILL POST LAST CHAPTER TOMORROW AND POST THE EPILOGUE ON FRIDAY~
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-Seven Twenty-Eight Thirty (Final) Epilogue (NSFW)