120920 CHAPTERED FIC: THE CAMERA SHOOTS STRAIGHT: THIRTY (FINAL)
The camera shoots straight
Thirty (Final) | 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.
‘What the hell did you do?’ Sunggyu groans as he sees me in bed, covers all the way over my head. I’m guessing he didn’t see Sungyeol and immediately knew something was wrong.
I sigh into the bed sheets, ‘I ruined my life.’
‘Did Sungyeol find out?’ he guesses.
‘Yep.’
‘How?’
My mouth opens and I catch myself before I say I was jacking off to him and he caught me. It was an amazing orgasm , however. ‘I’d rather not tell my own brother that,’ I conclude.
‘Well, it’s Friday. Time to go to work, little brother,’ he instructs, tossing the blanket off me. ‘I know Sungyeol will be there, but that’s still not an excuse to skip work.’
I complain drearily, ‘What’s the point? I already skipped yesterday and the day before that. I’m probably fired.’
‘Myungsoo, you know they’d never fire you.’ I hear my drawers open and I know Sunggyu’s setting out my clothes again. Just like the old days. ‘You might be a prick, but you are too talented to let go.’
Well, he’s going to get me to go one way or another. My brother would even get Woohyun to carry me out and throw me into the company building.
-
It’s Friday morning and I’m dreading the idea of going to work with Myungsoo there. Dongwoo still hasn’t annoyed me about why I was staying with him and Hoya - he knows when I need to be given space. But Hoya’s very unobservant and has been pestering me about it for the past two days. The freaking butthead!
‘What did he do?’ Dongwoo asks carefully, pouring me some sugary cereal. If Myungsoo would here, he’d stop me from eating this as soon as he heard the noise with his God-given hearing.
‘He came out of the closet,’ I deadpan and then correct myself, ‘Well… He was already out of the closet. He was just hiding behind the umbrella holder.’
‘That part I knew,’ Dongwoo smiles, stealing a glance at Hoya who just got out of bed.
‘Really?’
‘Well, I knew about you liking him and Hoya told me about Myungsoo being gay. I would’ve loved to force you guys together like you two did for us -‘ Dongwoo gestures to him and Hoya ‘- but I am more civilised and kinder than you two.’
I blink.
‘Wait… HOW COME YOU TWO KNEW AND I DIDN’T?!’
‘Woohyun knew, Sunggyu knew, that lady that lives the floor below you knew… Dude, even your brother knew!’ Dongwoo yells, exasperated, ‘HOLY HELL, IF THE READERS COULD TALK TO YOU, YOU WOULD’VE KNOWN FROM THE FOURTH CHAPTER!’
-
This is the most awkward shoot I’ve ever had. Sungyeol and I are sitting on opposite sides of the room, stealing glances at each other from time to time, as the director lectures about how he wants the photos. Neither of us listen because frankly, I don’t need to take shit from any director and Sungyeol is just too good a model to need instructions.
We’ve been delayed a good half an hour because the set director forgot to collect props and other things I’m not interested in. I just want to get this day over and done with. Sungyeol will at least hate me less.
‘Myungsoo,’ the director says, flicking his teeny bopper hair.
‘What?’
‘Are you giving me attitude?’ he questions in a warning tone. Goddamnit, take the tree branch out of your ass. ‘Need you to drive to this address to get props.’
He passes me a sticky note with a scrawled out address on it. ‘Why me?’
‘Why not you?’ he scoffs, walking away.
Just kill me now. It’s 38 degrees outside.
-
From where I’m sitting, I saw Myungsoo roll his eyes and retrieve his keys from his pocket. He stomped off the set and went somewhere. Twenty minutes later and he’s still not back. How the hell are we meant to take pictures without a photographer? Well, at least I don’t need to see his stupid, annoying, gorgeous face anymore.
‘Sungyeol!’ I hear a familiar voice - it’s Sunggyu-hyung. I see Woohyun by his side, Hoya and Dongwoo behind him, and Sungjong following right behind. ‘This is an intermission,’ Sunggyu states.
I grunt, ‘Hyung, I’m working.’
‘Sungyeol-hyung, you have to understand…’ Sungjong pouts, eyes sparkly as he clutches my arm. ‘Myungsoo’s really hot!’
‘He’s been lying to me for twelve months!’ I declare, even though they all knew it before I did. ‘…Plus, he sprayed happy juice all over my magazines.’
Woohyun bursts out into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Everyone else is stunned for a second before Sunggyu shakes his head and says, ‘Firstly, I’m going to ignore the last sentence you said. And secondly,’ Sunggyu smiles at me, holding my shoulders. ‘He lied because he was scared! He knew if he broke your trust you would leave him. He needed you, he still needs you, just as much as you need him.’
I stick my bottom lip out and turn my head, not interested in anything to do with defending Myungsoo. I don’t care. Myungsoo is a douchebag. Enough said.
Dongwoo adds, ‘Sungyeol, I know you hate him at the moment, but can you really keep this up? Can you really manage not being with him, even talking to him?’
Life without Myungsoo?
‘And he loves you! You know about Myungsoo’s sleeping around. He cut down because he realised he didn’t care for anyone else,’ Sunggyu presses, almost looking distressed. He then looks to the ceiling and mutters under his breath, ‘Actually he cut down because he thought you’d catch him in the act, but that’s an entirely different story!’
I laugh. Myungsoo’s brother is so cute… and very persuasive.
‘Just because he’s gay doesn’t mean he’s a different person. He’s still the same person who would do anything you needed him to.’
Myungsoo’s stupid. Myungsoo’s a jerk. Myungsoo lied to me constantly… But Myungsoo stayed put. Even when I was with someone else, he was by my side the whole time. He always did what I asked of him, even if he complained a little. He always replied to my calls and texts. He always worried about me. He always made sure I wouldn’t get sick, and when I did get sick, he made sure I got better. He baked me stuff all the time. He knows exactly what would cheer me up. His hugs feel amazing, his laugh is amazing.
And he’s gay. Oh and he likes me back - That’s a very good pro too.
‘I need him,’ I conclude.
Sunggyu laughs, ‘Yes, yes you do.’
-
I’ve screwed up royally. If I didn’t lie to Sungyeol in the first place, I wouldn’t had lived with him. I wouldn’t have lied behind his back. I wouldn’t have pretended to be something I wasn’t. I wouldn’t have slept in the same bed with him on so many nights. I wouldn’t have been so touchy and affectionate and so sweet to him. I wouldn’t have seen how adorable he could be in the morning. I wouldn’t have seen how cute he is when he cries or when he laughs or when he’s angry or when he’s excited. I wouldn’t have gotten so close to him. I wouldn’t have fallen so deeply as I have.
It’s stupid, really, how one mistake lead me to become this depressed.
I’ve been driving for ages and am still on the same fucking freeway. It’s not even peak hour, but the road is filled. Just when I’m about to relax and take my hands off the wheel, the car in front of me speeds up. Whatever was holding up the traffic must’ve disappeared into thin air because suddenly the clog was unclogging.
I step on the accelerate and enjoy the speed before I see the little street where I need to collect the props - Why the hell do we need bales of hay anyway? Are we going for farmer chic?
After gently turning into the little intersection, I realise it’s not a little street. It’s a fucking deserted not-very-little street. It’s very long and… dusty and lifeless and all the other things that match my depression. Just perfect. I quickly speed down the road in hope of seeing some sort of civilisation.
About ten minutes on this road and I think I’m insane. There is nothing here but dirt and abandoned factories. After passing one last, empty pillow factory, I’m suddenly driving through farmland - well, not exactly. Farms have animals and people. There are yellow fields on either side of the road and no sign of human life anywhere. What the fuck am I doing here? Is this the right address?
The fields goes for as far as my eyes cans see and I think I’m utterly insane. I might even be hallucinating - passed out because of the heat in some ditch.
My car sort of farts and I hear air squeeze out of something - What was that noise? It can’t be… Shit, it is. My engine stopped… Fuck no, please God no. Not on this 38 degree C day! And to top it all off… My phone just died. Just fucking kill me now.
-
‘Sorry to interrupt, but where is Myungsoo getting the props from?’ I ask the director innocently, using my puppy dog eyes. NO ONE CAN RESIST THE PUPPY DOG EYES. (Well, except for Dongwoo, Woohyun, Sungjong and Myungsoo. But besides them, it works on everyone.)
‘The address is over there,’ he answers lazily, pointing to a receipt on a desk, and then glances at his watch. ‘That kid should be back by now, actually.’
I quickly grab the receipt and run, chirping, ‘Thanks.’
‘Lee Sungyeol, where are you going?!’ he shouts but doesn’t bother getting off his fat ass to chase me. Myungsoo’s right, he is a lazy asshole.
‘Finding the photographer,’ I reply, running to where my shoes are - the dress shoes they’re making me wear are too big for me anyway.
Sungjong chases after me. ‘Hyung!’
‘Let him go,’ Sunggyu laughs, holding him back by the elbow.
‘But Sungyeol can’t drive!’ he exclaims.
Sunggyu nods but corrects, ‘He still needs a little work, but he can.’
‘There’s so much traffic! He’s going to kill himself before he even gets there!’
‘THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT, LITTLE BROTHER,’ I yell sarcastically before running to the door.
-
After opening up the hood and trying to figure out what’s wrong… I just give up. I don’t see anything wrong with my engine and therefore life is torturing me with unliveable climates and absence of other human life. I might as well be dead.
‘FUCK THIS ROAD, FUCK THIS CAR, FUCK LIFE.’ I kick the car with a loud bang and take a deep breath, pulling at my own hair in frustration. Seriously, why aren’t I dead yet?
Something like a mirage, like a miracle, comes into my vision. It’s a person - a very familiar person - coming towards me. When I squint hard enough, I realise who this very familiar person is. It’s my roommate, Lee Sungyeol.
But how did he…? Oh, a bicycle.
With training wheels.
He hops off the bike with a big smile and skips towards me happily.
‘S - Sungyeol? What are you doing here?’ I stammer, still suspicious about the realty of this vision. Is this reality? Am I dreaming? Readers, am I just hallucinating? Usually hallucinations are written in italics - Is this written in italics?
‘I came to rescue you, pretty boy,’ he pants, obviously worn out by riding all the way over here.
Scratching my head I apologise sincerely, ‘Yeol, I’m really sorry. Sorry for being an asshole, sorry for lying to you, sorry for… pretty much everything, actually.’
‘I know.’ He pouts that adorable pout of his before grinning his toothy grin, giggling, ‘You have a long time to win over my forgiveness, you idiot.’
I finally crack a smile and look awkwardly towards the ground. ‘I want to say something really stupid.’
‘What is it?’ he asks curiously.
‘I love you.’
And then everything falls strangely silent.
‘Are you sure?’ he hiccups, covering his mouth as his own hiccups surprised himself. So fucking adorable.
‘Yeah, I’m sure.’
Using his sleeve, he swipes the sweat on his forehead and groans, ‘I ditched the set because of you. And I’m sweating like a pig.’ A fucking gorgeous pig.
‘You didn’t have to.’
‘I know I didn’t have to.’
‘Then why did you?’
‘I love you.’
And then everything is silent again…
‘Um, is it going to be this quiet every time one of us says… that?’ I question, carefully picking my words.
‘Probably.’ He nods, looking blank.
I always fist-pump in victory. ‘It’s a miracle. I’ve finally found something to shut Lee Sungyeol up.’
‘I hate you.’
‘I hate you too, princess.’
I grab him, embrace him, and press my lips against his. His lips are soft and sweet and gentle and everything I could ever want or imagine and more. The way his fingers clutch my shirt is mesmerising and the way he kisses back makes me realise I’m not hallucinating at all. This is real, almost surreal. He ignites all my senses - touch, sound, smell, taste, sight - and I can’t help but pull him in closer, ignoring how hot it is out here, in the middle of somewhere I forgot I was at.
Another amazing thing is: it starts raining. And for once, the weather man was right.
Feeling the cold droplets on our heads, we let go, detach, and look to the sky. I’m smiling too unwillingly and then I look at Sungyeol - whose eyes are widened and hint something I know all too well. Then I sigh and get ready to block my ears.
And here we go again.
‘ARGGHHHHH! THUNDER IS COMING!’
The Adventures of Prettyboy and Princess Pole-derella: Prettyboy and the Princess live happily ever after… Kind of.
AN\ Thanks so much for reading this, my lovelies! I seriously hope it was worth your time and I really, really thank you for commenting and giving me good reviews~ *throws hearts at choo* ^^
I can’t believe this is the end… I would just like to say that it was really fun to write this fic, even if it stressed me out a lot. I know you probably got confused reading this - whose POV was whose and whatnot - but I wrote it this way because it is somewhat unique and it tested my writing abilities. I was sort of scared if I could pull it off and be able to make Myungsoo’s and Sungyeol’s personalities distinct enough. :\ And I know Myungsoo pretended to be straight for, like, FOREVER but you guys still stuck through with it <3
THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL AND I ADORE EACH AND ONE OF YOU SO MUCH!
AND BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH… SMUTTY EPILOGUE. (Will post tomorrow~)
120403~120920, 187 pages, 60200+ words
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 Twenty-Nine Epilogue (NSFW)
Thirty (Final) | 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.
‘What the hell did you do?’ Sunggyu groans as he sees me in bed, covers all the way over my head. I’m guessing he didn’t see Sungyeol and immediately knew something was wrong.
I sigh into the bed sheets, ‘I ruined my life.’
‘Did Sungyeol find out?’ he guesses.
‘Yep.’
‘How?’
My mouth opens and I catch myself before I say I was jacking off to him and he caught me. It was an amazing orgasm , however. ‘I’d rather not tell my own brother that,’ I conclude.
‘Well, it’s Friday. Time to go to work, little brother,’ he instructs, tossing the blanket off me. ‘I know Sungyeol will be there, but that’s still not an excuse to skip work.’
I complain drearily, ‘What’s the point? I already skipped yesterday and the day before that. I’m probably fired.’
‘Myungsoo, you know they’d never fire you.’ I hear my drawers open and I know Sunggyu’s setting out my clothes again. Just like the old days. ‘You might be a prick, but you are too talented to let go.’
Well, he’s going to get me to go one way or another. My brother would even get Woohyun to carry me out and throw me into the company building.
-
It’s Friday morning and I’m dreading the idea of going to work with Myungsoo there. Dongwoo still hasn’t annoyed me about why I was staying with him and Hoya - he knows when I need to be given space. But Hoya’s very unobservant and has been pestering me about it for the past two days. The freaking butthead!
‘What did he do?’ Dongwoo asks carefully, pouring me some sugary cereal. If Myungsoo would here, he’d stop me from eating this as soon as he heard the noise with his God-given hearing.
‘He came out of the closet,’ I deadpan and then correct myself, ‘Well… He was already out of the closet. He was just hiding behind the umbrella holder.’
‘That part I knew,’ Dongwoo smiles, stealing a glance at Hoya who just got out of bed.
‘Really?’
‘Well, I knew about you liking him and Hoya told me about Myungsoo being gay. I would’ve loved to force you guys together like you two did for us -‘ Dongwoo gestures to him and Hoya ‘- but I am more civilised and kinder than you two.’
I blink.
‘Wait… HOW COME YOU TWO KNEW AND I DIDN’T?!’
‘Woohyun knew, Sunggyu knew, that lady that lives the floor below you knew… Dude, even your brother knew!’ Dongwoo yells, exasperated, ‘HOLY HELL, IF THE READERS COULD TALK TO YOU, YOU WOULD’VE KNOWN FROM THE FOURTH CHAPTER!’
-
This is the most awkward shoot I’ve ever had. Sungyeol and I are sitting on opposite sides of the room, stealing glances at each other from time to time, as the director lectures about how he wants the photos. Neither of us listen because frankly, I don’t need to take shit from any director and Sungyeol is just too good a model to need instructions.
We’ve been delayed a good half an hour because the set director forgot to collect props and other things I’m not interested in. I just want to get this day over and done with. Sungyeol will at least hate me less.
‘Myungsoo,’ the director says, flicking his teeny bopper hair.
‘What?’
‘Are you giving me attitude?’ he questions in a warning tone. Goddamnit, take the tree branch out of your ass. ‘Need you to drive to this address to get props.’
He passes me a sticky note with a scrawled out address on it. ‘Why me?’
‘Why not you?’ he scoffs, walking away.
Just kill me now. It’s 38 degrees outside.
-
From where I’m sitting, I saw Myungsoo roll his eyes and retrieve his keys from his pocket. He stomped off the set and went somewhere. Twenty minutes later and he’s still not back. How the hell are we meant to take pictures without a photographer? Well, at least I don’t need to see his stupid, annoying, gorgeous face anymore.
‘Sungyeol!’ I hear a familiar voice - it’s Sunggyu-hyung. I see Woohyun by his side, Hoya and Dongwoo behind him, and Sungjong following right behind. ‘This is an intermission,’ Sunggyu states.
I grunt, ‘Hyung, I’m working.’
‘Sungyeol-hyung, you have to understand…’ Sungjong pouts, eyes sparkly as he clutches my arm. ‘Myungsoo’s really hot!’
‘He’s been lying to me for twelve months!’ I declare, even though they all knew it before I did. ‘…Plus, he sprayed happy juice all over my magazines.’
Woohyun bursts out into a fit of hysterical laughter.
Everyone else is stunned for a second before Sunggyu shakes his head and says, ‘Firstly, I’m going to ignore the last sentence you said. And secondly,’ Sunggyu smiles at me, holding my shoulders. ‘He lied because he was scared! He knew if he broke your trust you would leave him. He needed you, he still needs you, just as much as you need him.’
I stick my bottom lip out and turn my head, not interested in anything to do with defending Myungsoo. I don’t care. Myungsoo is a douchebag. Enough said.
Dongwoo adds, ‘Sungyeol, I know you hate him at the moment, but can you really keep this up? Can you really manage not being with him, even talking to him?’
Life without Myungsoo?
‘And he loves you! You know about Myungsoo’s sleeping around. He cut down because he realised he didn’t care for anyone else,’ Sunggyu presses, almost looking distressed. He then looks to the ceiling and mutters under his breath, ‘Actually he cut down because he thought you’d catch him in the act, but that’s an entirely different story!’
I laugh. Myungsoo’s brother is so cute… and very persuasive.
‘Just because he’s gay doesn’t mean he’s a different person. He’s still the same person who would do anything you needed him to.’
Myungsoo’s stupid. Myungsoo’s a jerk. Myungsoo lied to me constantly… But Myungsoo stayed put. Even when I was with someone else, he was by my side the whole time. He always did what I asked of him, even if he complained a little. He always replied to my calls and texts. He always worried about me. He always made sure I wouldn’t get sick, and when I did get sick, he made sure I got better. He baked me stuff all the time. He knows exactly what would cheer me up. His hugs feel amazing, his laugh is amazing.
And he’s gay. Oh and he likes me back - That’s a very good pro too.
‘I need him,’ I conclude.
Sunggyu laughs, ‘Yes, yes you do.’
-
I’ve screwed up royally. If I didn’t lie to Sungyeol in the first place, I wouldn’t had lived with him. I wouldn’t have lied behind his back. I wouldn’t have pretended to be something I wasn’t. I wouldn’t have slept in the same bed with him on so many nights. I wouldn’t have been so touchy and affectionate and so sweet to him. I wouldn’t have seen how adorable he could be in the morning. I wouldn’t have seen how cute he is when he cries or when he laughs or when he’s angry or when he’s excited. I wouldn’t have gotten so close to him. I wouldn’t have fallen so deeply as I have.
It’s stupid, really, how one mistake lead me to become this depressed.
I’ve been driving for ages and am still on the same fucking freeway. It’s not even peak hour, but the road is filled. Just when I’m about to relax and take my hands off the wheel, the car in front of me speeds up. Whatever was holding up the traffic must’ve disappeared into thin air because suddenly the clog was unclogging.
I step on the accelerate and enjoy the speed before I see the little street where I need to collect the props - Why the hell do we need bales of hay anyway? Are we going for farmer chic?
After gently turning into the little intersection, I realise it’s not a little street. It’s a fucking deserted not-very-little street. It’s very long and… dusty and lifeless and all the other things that match my depression. Just perfect. I quickly speed down the road in hope of seeing some sort of civilisation.
About ten minutes on this road and I think I’m insane. There is nothing here but dirt and abandoned factories. After passing one last, empty pillow factory, I’m suddenly driving through farmland - well, not exactly. Farms have animals and people. There are yellow fields on either side of the road and no sign of human life anywhere. What the fuck am I doing here? Is this the right address?
The fields goes for as far as my eyes cans see and I think I’m utterly insane. I might even be hallucinating - passed out because of the heat in some ditch.
My car sort of farts and I hear air squeeze out of something - What was that noise? It can’t be… Shit, it is. My engine stopped… Fuck no, please God no. Not on this 38 degree C day! And to top it all off… My phone just died. Just fucking kill me now.
-
‘Sorry to interrupt, but where is Myungsoo getting the props from?’ I ask the director innocently, using my puppy dog eyes. NO ONE CAN RESIST THE PUPPY DOG EYES. (Well, except for Dongwoo, Woohyun, Sungjong and Myungsoo. But besides them, it works on everyone.)
‘The address is over there,’ he answers lazily, pointing to a receipt on a desk, and then glances at his watch. ‘That kid should be back by now, actually.’
I quickly grab the receipt and run, chirping, ‘Thanks.’
‘Lee Sungyeol, where are you going?!’ he shouts but doesn’t bother getting off his fat ass to chase me. Myungsoo’s right, he is a lazy asshole.
‘Finding the photographer,’ I reply, running to where my shoes are - the dress shoes they’re making me wear are too big for me anyway.
Sungjong chases after me. ‘Hyung!’
‘Let him go,’ Sunggyu laughs, holding him back by the elbow.
‘But Sungyeol can’t drive!’ he exclaims.
Sunggyu nods but corrects, ‘He still needs a little work, but he can.’
‘There’s so much traffic! He’s going to kill himself before he even gets there!’
‘THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT, LITTLE BROTHER,’ I yell sarcastically before running to the door.
-
After opening up the hood and trying to figure out what’s wrong… I just give up. I don’t see anything wrong with my engine and therefore life is torturing me with unliveable climates and absence of other human life. I might as well be dead.
‘FUCK THIS ROAD, FUCK THIS CAR, FUCK LIFE.’ I kick the car with a loud bang and take a deep breath, pulling at my own hair in frustration. Seriously, why aren’t I dead yet?
Something like a mirage, like a miracle, comes into my vision. It’s a person - a very familiar person - coming towards me. When I squint hard enough, I realise who this very familiar person is. It’s my roommate, Lee Sungyeol.
But how did he…? Oh, a bicycle.
With training wheels.
He hops off the bike with a big smile and skips towards me happily.
‘S - Sungyeol? What are you doing here?’ I stammer, still suspicious about the realty of this vision. Is this reality? Am I dreaming? Readers, am I just hallucinating? Usually hallucinations are written in italics - Is this written in italics?
‘I came to rescue you, pretty boy,’ he pants, obviously worn out by riding all the way over here.
Scratching my head I apologise sincerely, ‘Yeol, I’m really sorry. Sorry for being an asshole, sorry for lying to you, sorry for… pretty much everything, actually.’
‘I know.’ He pouts that adorable pout of his before grinning his toothy grin, giggling, ‘You have a long time to win over my forgiveness, you idiot.’
I finally crack a smile and look awkwardly towards the ground. ‘I want to say something really stupid.’
‘What is it?’ he asks curiously.
‘I love you.’
And then everything falls strangely silent.
‘Are you sure?’ he hiccups, covering his mouth as his own hiccups surprised himself. So fucking adorable.
‘Yeah, I’m sure.’
Using his sleeve, he swipes the sweat on his forehead and groans, ‘I ditched the set because of you. And I’m sweating like a pig.’ A fucking gorgeous pig.
‘You didn’t have to.’
‘I know I didn’t have to.’
‘Then why did you?’
‘I love you.’
And then everything is silent again…
‘Um, is it going to be this quiet every time one of us says… that?’ I question, carefully picking my words.
‘Probably.’ He nods, looking blank.
I always fist-pump in victory. ‘It’s a miracle. I’ve finally found something to shut Lee Sungyeol up.’
‘I hate you.’
‘I hate you too, princess.’
I grab him, embrace him, and press my lips against his. His lips are soft and sweet and gentle and everything I could ever want or imagine and more. The way his fingers clutch my shirt is mesmerising and the way he kisses back makes me realise I’m not hallucinating at all. This is real, almost surreal. He ignites all my senses - touch, sound, smell, taste, sight - and I can’t help but pull him in closer, ignoring how hot it is out here, in the middle of somewhere I forgot I was at.
Another amazing thing is: it starts raining. And for once, the weather man was right.
Feeling the cold droplets on our heads, we let go, detach, and look to the sky. I’m smiling too unwillingly and then I look at Sungyeol - whose eyes are widened and hint something I know all too well. Then I sigh and get ready to block my ears.
And here we go again.
‘ARGGHHHHH! THUNDER IS COMING!’
The Adventures of Prettyboy and Princess Pole-derella: Prettyboy and the Princess live happily ever after… Kind of.
AN\ Thanks so much for reading this, my lovelies! I seriously hope it was worth your time and I really, really thank you for commenting and giving me good reviews~ *throws hearts at choo* ^^
I can’t believe this is the end… I would just like to say that it was really fun to write this fic, even if it stressed me out a lot. I know you probably got confused reading this - whose POV was whose and whatnot - but I wrote it this way because it is somewhat unique and it tested my writing abilities. I was sort of scared if I could pull it off and be able to make Myungsoo’s and Sungyeol’s personalities distinct enough. :\ And I know Myungsoo pretended to be straight for, like, FOREVER but you guys still stuck through with it <3
THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL AND I ADORE EACH AND ONE OF YOU SO MUCH!
AND BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH… SMUTTY EPILOGUE. (Will post tomorrow~)
120403~120920, 187 pages, 60200+ words
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 Twenty-Nine Epilogue (NSFW)