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Seven | Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya(Howon)/Dongwoo, L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol | Fluff > Crack | PG13 (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Typical high school fic in which Woohyun is no longer top dog, Myungsoo’s life becomes interesting, Howon finally feels something and Sungjong discovers his future.
(poster by chocolate_ai
[sorry in advance for the absence of YaDong in this chapter]
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Myungsoo and Sunggyu were on their way home. Since their house was so close to school, they didn’t bother with buses. The oldest looked over his shoulder curiously and found no one walking in the same direction behind them. He turned his attention back to the front and mentioned leisurely, ‘Where’s Woohyun and Sungyeol? I thought you said they were coming over.’
‘Detention,’ the other replied, yawning.
Sunggyu scoffed in amusement, ‘What did they do?’
‘What didn’t they do? Stick those two in history class together with this other West campus punk and you have an apocalypse,’ he deadpanned dryly, ‘I have to pick them up after they give the signal.’
Myungsoo took his keys out of his pocket as he approached the house and Sunggyu shook his head, smiling.
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They snuck out somehow. East campus walls were nothing to West campus students. Heck, West campus had locks on the outside of the doors, barbed wire fences and windows that didn’t open and students still got out. Once the two were out, they ran as far as they could before Woohyun texted Myungsoo about their whereabouts.
‘Why are you coming to Kim’s?’ Woohyun asked Sungyeol suggestively as Myungsoo approached them, ‘Want to check out Myungsoo’s bedroom?’
Sungyeol sprung the killer pout and the older student immediately shut up. Myungsoo unconsciously smiled at Sungyeol’s pinch-worthy cheeks. ‘I’m coming because I want to play with Sunggyu, not Myungsoo!’ he grunted, shoving his best friend away.
‘But my brother belongs to Hyun,’ Myungsoo laughed at the way Woohyun glared at him.
Sungyeol made a disgusted face and heaved, ‘I said I wanted to play with him! I don’t want him, he’s old. He’s perfect for Woohyun.’
Myungsoo pursed his lips and confidently wrapped his arms around Sungyeol’s slim waist, pulling him in close. He didn’t even mind Sungyeol’s maniacal screaming and bashing towards his chest. Instead of letting him go, Myungsoo snuggled into Sungyeol’s neck and whispered loudly, ‘Why are you so cute?’
Woohyun kicked Myungsoo’s lower back and groaned in disgust, ‘Guys, I don’t mind this one bit, but not in front of me. It’s hideous.’
‘Let’s go,’ Myungsoo said, finally letting Sungyeol breathe. Sungyeol attached himself to Woohyun’s side - the one Myungsoo wasn’t walking beside - just to make sure Myungsoo kept his hands to himself.
They took a left and then a right and then walked straight and… You get the point. They eventually made it to the Kim residence, Sungyeol and Woohyun inspecting the place as they entered.
‘Wow, this is like the opposite to Woohyun’s place, inside and out,’ Sungyeol exclaimed as they strolled into the living room. The cream coloured walls of the house were covered in the brothers’ childhood artworks and photos - school photos, graduation photos, holiday photos, family photos - the darkly varnished floor boards squeaked under their feet. Even the television cabinet was holding frames. There was a thick patterned rug in the middle of the living area, atop it a glass coffee table, a grey couch and two arm chairs. Besides the couch was a mahogany side table holding a shaded lamp and candles. The wooden stair case lived beside the open kitchen which was behind a large dining table covered in magazines and envelopes. Woohyun took note of the photo of the family which was hung above the television, obviously professionally taking. In the photo, Sunggyu and Myungsoo looked like they were in their teens - probably middle school - and Woohyun mentioned that Myungsoo resembled their mother. Neither of the brothers looked like their father that much.
Myungsoo collapsed onto the couch and sighed into the cushions, ‘What do you mean?’
‘Come over one day and see,’ Woohyun commented, sitting on Myungsoo and making the younger groan in pain - he was still hurting from Sunggyu.
Sungyeol wandered around the expanse of the first storey, peeking into every nook and cranny. He eventually made it over to the television and spotted some baby pictures on the shelves.
‘Sunggyu-hyung is so cute!’ he laughed, pointing to a particular photo of two-year-old Sunggyu and one-year-old Myungsoo sitting in the sand at the beach.
Myungsoo looked up and peered at the staircase, grinning. ‘Here comes the fluffy devil.’
‘Hyung, you were so cute as a little kid. How come you’re so scary now?’ Sungyeol questioned innocently as Sunggyu made his way down the stairs. Woohyun recalled recess and shuddered.
‘According to our mother, he hit me even harder as a kid,’ Myungsoo deadpanned, sitting up and making Woohyun roll into a seating position.
‘Hey, cutie,’ Woohyun greeted scornfully as he met eyes with the oldest. He now knew what Sunggyu was capable of, but Woohyun still had some balls at least.
Sunggyu merely rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to fetch a soda. Sungyeol turned around to see Sunggyu in the kitchen and Woohyun on the couch, far apart. He immediately felt anxious and glanced at Myungsoo. They gave each other some eye signals about what step to enforce next and how they should go about the procedure without arousing any suspicion, blinking and shifting their eyes around.
‘Kim Myungsoo, Lee Sungyeol,’ Sunggyu called, narrowing his eyes at specifically Myungsoo on the couch. He then blinked at Sungyeol who almost gulped as the oldest asked effortlessly, ‘What are you up to?’
So much for not arousing suspicion.
Woohyun crooked an eyebrow and looked up at Sungyeol oddly, waiting for his answer.
‘Woohyun, I’m hungry!’ Sungyeol whined, clearly changing the subject.
‘Go get food then! I’m not your slave,’ Woohyun grumbled.
Supplying the pout again, Sungyeol plopped onto the floor and started kicking around, rolling everywhere. ‘Woohyun,’ he shrieked, ‘Cook!’
‘It’s okay, I’ll cook for him,’ Myungsoo sighed (partly because of Sungyeol’s idiotic diversion), walking off to the kitchen. He turned to his brother with a gentle smile and offered, ‘Gyu-hyung, why don’t you show Woohyun and Sungyeol around?’
Although he was sceptical, Sunggyu nodded and watched as Sungyeol jumped up and wrapped himself around Sunggyu’s arm. The older had to use all his will power to stop himself from shaking the kid off. Woohyun stood up as well and followed the two up the stairs as Myungsoo began rummaging for pots and pans.
‘Mum’s room,’ Sunggyu introduced dryly, pointing half-heartedly at a cream-coloured door that was painted with a pearlescent, vintage pattern. Sungyeol finally let go of Sunggyu - much to the older student’s relief (and Woohyun’s as well, in a strange way) - and secretly glanced down the stairs, spotting Myungsoo sneaking his way up. He smiled. The plan was starting in full-throttle.
‘Bathroom,’ Sunggyu sighed, again, pointing half-heartedly. Woohyun didn’t even bother to look. He didn’t really care - it wasn’t like he was going to live here. He just went along with Sunggyu and Sungyeol because the kid was probably going to kill him if he didn’t. And he wanted to be polite because student body president, killing machine, Kim Sunggyu.
‘Closet,’ Sunggyu continued, ‘Myungsoo’s room.’
Myungsoo was finally upstairs, not yet noticed.
They reached the end of the tour and Sunggyu felt relived. ‘My room,’ Sunggyu stated.
Sungyeol’s eyes twinkled as he stared at the wooden door. Reaching past Sunggyu, he clutched the metal door knob and let himself in. Sunggyu and Woohyun tailed him confusedly.
‘Sungyeol, what are you doing?’ Sunggyu queried, not sure what that expression on Sungyeol’s face was telling him.
‘Hyung, I really love you,’ Sungyeol chirped happily, grin innocent and bright, ‘Woohyun, you too.’
Woohyun’s eyes widened and he stepped back in fear. He knew exactly what that meant. ‘Lee Sungyeol, don’t you dare…’ he trailed off, raising his hands in alarm.
‘What? I’m not doing anything,’ he squeaked cutely, looking wronged.
Woohyun leaned over to Sunggyu and whispered, ‘Don’t be fooled.’
‘Sunggyu-hyung, you don’t trust me?’ Sungyeol pouted, eyes sparkly with tears. Sunggyu almost got hooked by how big and shiny Sungyeol’s irises were, and how he cutely puffed out his cheeks. He knew he was falling for it and he couldn’t not trust something so innocent.
‘It’s not like that…’ Sunggyu insisted. He then saw a shadow slowly pacing towards the door. The shadow belonged to his smirking brother, the evil brat. Myungsoo’s arms were loosely crossed and he stepped through the door frame, right behind Sungyeol, closing the door and leaning against it as if not wanting them to escape. Sunggyu glared at him - he just knew he was up to something. ‘Myungsoo,’ he growled.
‘Have fun,’ Myungsoo chuckled darkly, nodding at Sungyeol.
Sungyeol grinned wildly and Woohyun squeezed his eyes shut, mentally preparing himself.
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‘Your brother’s officially dead,’ Woohyun grunted.
‘I’m already planning his funeral,’ Sunggyu added, completely ticked off. He still couldn’t believe he and Woohyun were in his room, sitting on a chair each, back to back, with their hands tied together. It just didn’t make sense how it happened. He barely comprehended it.
Sunggyu tried struggling again, but to no avail. He sighed, frustrated, ‘How did this even happen? The last thing I remember before they left the room is Sungyeol hugging me.’
Woohyun chuckled bitterly, ‘Don’t underestimate him, he’s a terrifying rodent.’
‘Then Myungsoo is his evil master,’ Sunggyu chimed.
‘Well, he does have the West campus spirit.’
Sunggyu knew he had to get out of this, he knew why Myungsoo was doing this. That brat had been trying to get him a love interest since his first crush, but it never came to anything like this. The bastard was probably getting desperate. Sunggyu inspected every inch of his room. (Well, half of it because he couldn’t exactly move. His legs were tied as well.) Pondering deeply, an idea struck him when he looked over to his desk, beside Woohyun.
‘Sunggyu? What are you thinking?’ Woohyun murmured, feeling the thick atmosphere.
Sunggyu said, staring pointedly in the direction of his desk, ‘I think I could possibly get us out if we had that box of markers over there.’
Woohyun was puzzled, but he didn’t dare to ask questions. He didn’t exactly have a plan himself, so whatever Sunggyu had he was grateful for. He struggled, almost breaking the leg off the chair he was sitting on, but he eventually somehow slipped his leg out of the tightly-wound rope. Sungyeol had actually put him in that position multiple times, just for the fun of hearing Woohyun worship him and tell him how awesome he was until he untied the older.
Stretching his leg to the right as far it could go, Woohyun was able to kick the box of markers down, black Sharpies flying everywhere. ‘Here,’ he panted, only just managing to pick up a marker between his sock-covered toes. He blessed his unmanly flexibility when he was able to clench the pen between his teeth, and squirm his wrist through the rope a little more to catch it when it fell from his mouth.
‘Alright,’ Sunggyu instructed, trying to stay optimistic about the situation, ‘Since you can move more than I can… This is what you need to do.’
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‘What happens if they untie themselves?’ Sungyeol mentioned, stuffing his face with chips from the pantry.
Myungsoo ate some as well. ‘Sunggyu’s definitely going to untie them, so I locked the door.’
After a few minutes of silence (Their mouths were two busy eating to talk.), Myungsoo looked up at the door and mused, ‘They’re probably untied now.’
‘Are you belittling my skills?’ Sungyeol shouted, annoyed.
‘No, definitely not. I’m still trying to work out how you did that so fast. I didn’t even notice you were done,’ Myungsoo complimented as he climbed up the stairs, heading to his brother’s room. Sungyeol smiled brightly at his words and followed him, curious as well. The two boys stuck their ears to the door and listened, mouths agape.
‘Woohyun, put it in,’ Sunggyu whimpered.
‘Argh, okay, it’s going in,’ Woohyun groaned, choking.
‘Stop, Woohyun it hurts!’
‘Sorry, just bear it for a little while.’
Myungsoo and Sungyeol ran back down the stairs happily, amazed. ‘Holy shit, I am a genius,’ Myungsoo gasped, feeling extremely accomplished.
Sungyeol pondered, a little sceptical about what he heard (His tying skills were the bomb!), ‘Don’t you think they’re just faking it?’
Myungsoo tapped his chin, contemplating, and then went to check to verify that yes, yes his brother was finally getting laid. Sungyeol followed.
‘Nam Woohyun, keep going!’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever heard Sunggyu use that voice before,’ Myungsoo commented, smirking to himself. ‘Let’s give them the house to themselves for a while.’
Myungsoo gave a cheeky wink and grabbed his keys. He opened the front door open and let Sungyeol out first with a leer.
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‘It burns…’ Sunggyu pouted, rubbing his reddened wrists.
‘Yeah, mine do too,’ Woohyun chipped in, collapsing on the floor from exhaustion. They (Well Woohyun did it. Sunggyu just instructed.) had stuck the markers in the gaps in the rope to stretch and widen the gap. When the tightening pain on their wrists became too much, they pried the markers out, leaving the ropes loose enough for them to slip their hands out.
Sunggyu angrily stomped to his door and turned the doorknob, eyes widening in shock when he didn’t hear a click.
‘He didn’t,’ Sunggyu groaned, sliding down the door, landing on his butt.
Woohyun took a few moments to stare at the way the sweat on Sunggyu’s forehead accumulated, ultimately sliding down his temples and down his cheeks. He watched the way Sunggyu exhaled hoarsely to release his frustrations, throwing his head back and gently hitting the back of it against the door. Woohyun didn’t even realise he was gaping rather creepily until Sunggyu gave him a strange look. He immediately shook his head and stood up after that, trying to find something to distract himself.
Looking around Sunggyu’s room, he found old books on his shelf, as well as few sets of mangas. He found a mint green blanket and pillow on Sunggyu’s single bed and dusty school text books on the floor, at the end of the bed. Woohyun inspected Sunggyu’s desk, school uniform draped over his black computer chair. Sunggyu had stationary everywhere on his desk and it surprised Woohyun that Sunggyu wasn’t as neat as he thought he was - Even so, he figured that Sunggyu’s room and his room were still completely opposite. There was no such thing as homework in Woohyun’s room.
Then he saw, under a few sheets of paper, something that looked like a stethoscope. As he reached for it, Sunggyu snapped, ‘Don’t you dare.’
Woohyun swallowed thickly and nodded. Pissed off student body president still made him a little hazy. ‘Sorry, I’m just bored to death,’ he explained, sitting back down onto the floorboards rather unstably.
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‘Where are you going?’ Sungyeol squeaked clumsily as he trailed behind Myungsoo, who was excitedly pacing somewhere.
Myungsoo stopped and spun around in the spot, pursing his lips at the older male. ‘Weird. It’s usually me who’s the one following you,’ he remarked matter-of-factly. Then he began walking again, same pace. He heard hurried footsteps behind him - Sungyeol was obviously struggling to keep up with him.
Sungyeol’s eyes expanded as he glanced to the dampened road they were standing on and shook his head. ‘I’m not following you,’ he argued pretty weakly.
‘Oh really?’ Myungsoo chuckled, stopping. He turned around and saw Sungyeol had stopped too. ‘Yeah right, you’re not following me.’
‘Let’s go,’ the younger laughed and Sungyeol ran up to his side, standing beside him at an awkward distance. (It was still Kim Myungsoo, the grope machine, after all.) Myungsoo pulled the other so he was pressed against his side and sang, ‘What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it for you.’
‘Really?’ Sungyeol exclaimed, shrugging the younger off.
Myungsoo smirked.
‘If you give me your virginity in return.’
Sungyeol scoffed, rather annoyed, ‘How do you know I’m a virgin?’
Myungsoo was going to say something along the lines of You’re too cute to have had a boner up your ass, but the serious look on Sungyeol’s face told him the skyscraper meant business. ‘Call a friend,’ Myungsoo muttered, prying his phone out.
‘Hey Hyun,’ he grinned as the ringing stopped.
‘Unlock the door, you dickhead,’ Woohyun all but growled.
‘Sure, sure,’ Myungsoo agreed half-heartedly. ‘Tell me, is Sungyeol a virgin?’
‘What makes you think that? I think he lost it even before I did.’
Myungsoo glanced at the boy next to him, tempted to pull at his flushed cheeks - Sungyeol probably heard the conversation. ‘Is he good?’ Myungsoo asked playfully, watching as Sungyeol flinched in surprise.
‘How should I know?’ Woohyun spat.
‘I don’t know. Best friends watch porn together, don’t they?’
‘Get us out of here, you punk,’ Woohyun ignored the question and grunted, getting tired of Myungsoo’s ridiculousness.
‘You seemed to like it in there last time I checked.’
‘…What do you mean?’ Honestly, Woohyun was oblivious.
‘You know what I mean,’ Myungsoo cooed suggestively, wriggling his eyebrows.
‘No, I really don’t know what you mean.’ But Woohyun seriously didn’t know what he meant.
‘I heard you.’ Myungsoo meant that he heard Woohyun and his brother fucking before, but in reality all they were doing was getting rope burn.
‘Well, you’re not deaf?’ Woohyun had no clue whatsoever.
Myungsoo paused for a moment, not sure if Woohyun was playing stupid or really was stupid. ‘Thanks for the info, buddy,’ he ended the conversation quickly.
‘Wait, Kim, unlock -‘
Myungsoo hung up and nudged his phone back into his pocket, unworried over Woohyun and Sunggyu.
Sungyeol rose an eyebrow and mumbled curiously, ‘What did he say?’
Myungsoo gave him a smirk.
‘See, I told you!’ Sungyeol exclaimed, feeling somewhat victorious. How dare Myungsoo think he’s a virgin, how dare he.
‘I miscalculated. But you know,’ Myungsoo remarked, hand creeping to the small of Sungyeol’s back. Sungyeol felt dread wash over his body as Myungsoo leaned in and whispered, ‘You just got so much hotter.’
It turned to silence after Myungsoo pulled away, back to walking hurriedly to some unknown place Sungyeol didn’t know he wanted to be at or not. He still felt the ghost of Myungsoo’s lewd hand on his back, unmoving even as he paced. Unwillingly, he shuddered at the feeling to make it go away, but that resulted in Myungsoo taking off his white-washed denim jacket and laying it on top of the school blazer on Sungyeol’s shoulders. The older student dug his fingers into his palms. Myungsoo was so goddamn annoying.
Myungsoo pulled him over to an assorted snack stand where Sungyeol religiously filled himself up. They ate in silence as the cool spring breeze blew the hot skewers warm and Sungyeol’s bangs into his face. Myungsoo audibly laughed a little and brushed the obstructing hair away so Sungyeol can eat the last bit of his chicken skewer. The other didn’t seem to really mind - He’d gotten used to the little touches by then. They spent a good hour-and-a-half at the stand and were pleased to label the experience dinner.
‘Where are you going now?’ Sungyeol whined as Myungsoo made a left turn towards some neon-lit place. Sungyeol pointed at the colourful sign and the dressed-in-all-black bouncers at the front, asking, ‘In here?’
‘Why not?’ Myungsoo snorted, smiling lopsidedly.
Sungyeol shook his head briskly as he stated, ‘I don’t like loud places.’
Myungsoo was dumbfounded, jaw slacked, for a few moments. Lee Sungyeol hated loud places - Lee Sungyeol was loud places. The only reason why some places were loud was because of Lee Sungyeol.
‘Okay,’ Myungsoo muttered, trying to reorganise his muddled head. The skyscraper was definitely full of surprises.
Instead of sneaking into the club (They were still both minors, but Myungsoo had connections.), Myungsoo grabbed the other’s forearm and hauled him off into the opposite direction, steering him through a couple of eerie looking alleyways - Sungyeol clutched Myungsoo back and the latter had to force his grin from showing.
Strangely enough, they were both silent during the route, until they reached a small park that was wedged between two big houses. They sat right in the middle of the grass, watching the cars drive by.
‘How long have you and Woohyun been friends for?’ Myungsoo questioned, starting off with small talk.
Sungyeol digressed, ‘Since we were five so… twelve years?’
Myungsoo ruffled the other’s hair and bellowed sarcastically, ‘Wow, you’re so good at math!’
Sungyeol pouted and pushed him away, raising his knees up to his chest so he can rest his chin.
‘It’s kind of like he ditched you for me, huh?’ Myungsoo commented, leaning back onto his elbows.
‘A little,’ Sungyeol somewhat agreed, looking down at the way Myungsoo stared at the purple-toned sky.
‘Sorry.’
‘It’s not your fault. He’s probably using you to get to your brother.’
The younger sat up abruptly and his eyes widened at the revelation. ‘I’ve actually never thought about it like that,’ he gasped, remembering the times Woohyun asked random question about Sunggyu.
Sungyeol laughed because he thought Myungsoo was stupid and the latter just stared at the way his eyes sparkled and crinkled, and the way his hand hovered over his smile. Myungsoo didn’t like it and therefore pulled the frustrating hand away and pressed his lips to Sungyeol’s as his mouth closed til his lips were only slightly apart. Sungyeol’s right knee buckled at Myungsoo’s immediate touch and he froze, not knowing what to do. Myungsoo’s lips were moving against his and his eyes were closed, his fingers wrapped around Sungyeol’s ankle warmly.
Myungsoo pulled away after a few seconds and grinned sheepishly, whispering, ‘Two.’
The word made Sungyeol return back to reality and he spat, ‘Two what?’
‘Now you’re a two,’ Myungsoo explained unhelpfully, gently petting Sungyeol’s wind-blown hair.
Sungyeol tipped his head to one side in confusion. ‘What the fuck was going on?’
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Woohyun and Sunggyu were mind-numbingly bored, throwing a bouncing ball back and forth to each other. Inevitably the repetitive game stopped and conversation grew in its place.
‘Hey Sunggyu,’ Woohyun began. ‘Don’t take any offense to this - I’m just curious - but why did they elect you as SBP?’
Sunggyu sucked on his tongue, pondering, before answering, ‘Honestly, before I was elected our school was as bad as yours. Myungsoo was coming home with bad report cards and such, so I decided to run for president. I was the only candidate so I was automatically elected.’
Woohyun laughed.
‘Shut up,’ Sunggyu snapped playfully, lips quirking slightly. He then continued, ‘The principal asked me do to whatever it took to get our average grades up, so I did whatever I could.’
‘So you became president because of Myungsoo?’ Woohyun concluded.
‘Pretty much,’ the oldest confirmed. He then stood up, getting tired of just sitting. ‘How about you? Why did you want to be president? You don’t seem like the meetings-and-organisation type.’
Woohyun shrugged, slouching in his position on the floor, back against Sunggyu’s bed. ‘I’m not the type. I just wanted the title,’ he chuckled, not a care in the world.
Sunggyu’s brow furrowed and he barked, ‘So you only wanted the president label?’
‘Pretty much.’
The younger of the two stood up, feeling the blood pooling at his legs. He was just about to call Sungyeol or Myungsoo for the umpteenth time, but Sunggyu’s irritated voice caught his attention: ‘That’s pathetic.’
Honestly, Sunggyu worked hard to create a good learning environment for his brother to study. He wanted the position because he wanted to do something right for his family. On the other hand, Nam Woohyun was elected because of the fame, the attention.
Woohyun narrowed his eyes at the insult and scoffed, ‘What?’
‘You are fucking pathetic, wanting attention like that.’ Sunggyu stepped closer, head tilting to one side as his voice turned dark and his eyes, even darker, ‘Are you really that desperate?’
Woohyun put his phone down and retorted, matching Sunggyu’s tone, ‘Oh and you’re not? You go around, acting as if you’re all that, acting as if the world must kneel down to you.’ He spat, smiling in contempt, ‘Are you and me really that different?’
The atmosphere in the room became heavier and tenser as Woohyun took another step closer, so close they could feel each other’s hot breaths on their exposed skin. ‘We’re immensely different,’ Sunggyu grumbled, clenching his teeth as well as a fist. ‘For example, I don’t talk bullshit to feel superior.’
Two finger grabbed Sunggyu’s chin tightly - Woohyun was definitely looking for a challenge. ‘You got quite a mouth on you, now don’t you,’ he remarked, cynical evident on his lips and in his eyes. He smirked and Sunggyu just about had it.
‘You mean I have quite a mouth on me, you son of a bitch.’
Sunggyu let his fists go wild.
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Myungsoo and Sungyeol got back to the Kim residence in utter (and very unusual, on Sungyeol’s part) silence. They came back to witness angry sounds of violence and shrill cussing resounding throughout the house. The two immediately ran up to Sunggyu’s room and unlocked the door, instantly jumping onto Sunggyu who was certainly beating the shit out of Woohyun. They managed to pull him away, holding a tensed arm each.
‘Woah, woah! Hyung, it’s okay,’ Myungsoo hushed, taking in the sight of Woohyun’s bloody lips and already-bruising jaw. The latter was holding his abdomen as Sunggyu had kicked and kneed him ruthlessly.
‘Woohyun, are you alright?’ Sungyeol gasped, already worried to near death.
‘Nam Woohyun, when we get back to school on Monday,’ Sunggyu growled, eyes black and glare hard. ‘Meet me behind -‘
‘Gyu, stop!’ Myungsoo shouted, fingers tightening around his brother’s arm, ‘He didn’t do anything wrong. Whatever he did… We’re not at school!’
‘I know,’ Sunggyu laughed confidently, head tipping as he stared at Woohyun - who was now being tended to by Sungyeol, ‘But as Kim Sunggyu, I want to beat the shit out of him.’
Myungsoo whispered, almost desperate, ‘Gyu-hyung…’
Sungyeol’s eyes welled up with tears as he let the exhausted, winded Woohyun slowly collapse onto the bed. ‘Hyung, please,’ he choked.
Upon clearly seeing Sungyeol’s and Myungsoo’s faces, Sunggyu let out a huge sigh as he relaxed and calmed down.
‘Alright.’ He vowed, ‘I’ll keep my personal duties and my presidential duties separate.’
Woohyun let out a breath of relief.
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AN\ Me while reading over this: …Well that escalated quickly
Oh and, I’m very sorry for the absence of YaDong in this chapter. It doesn’t get much better in the next, to be honest. *sad face*
Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Eight
Seven | Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya(Howon)/Dongwoo, L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol | Fluff > Crack | PG13 (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Typical high school fic in which Woohyun is no longer top dog, Myungsoo’s life becomes interesting, Howon finally feels something and Sungjong discovers his future.
(poster by chocolate_ai
[sorry in advance for the absence of YaDong in this chapter]
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Myungsoo and Sunggyu were on their way home. Since their house was so close to school, they didn’t bother with buses. The oldest looked over his shoulder curiously and found no one walking in the same direction behind them. He turned his attention back to the front and mentioned leisurely, ‘Where’s Woohyun and Sungyeol? I thought you said they were coming over.’
‘Detention,’ the other replied, yawning.
Sunggyu scoffed in amusement, ‘What did they do?’
‘What didn’t they do? Stick those two in history class together with this other West campus punk and you have an apocalypse,’ he deadpanned dryly, ‘I have to pick them up after they give the signal.’
Myungsoo took his keys out of his pocket as he approached the house and Sunggyu shook his head, smiling.
-
They snuck out somehow. East campus walls were nothing to West campus students. Heck, West campus had locks on the outside of the doors, barbed wire fences and windows that didn’t open and students still got out. Once the two were out, they ran as far as they could before Woohyun texted Myungsoo about their whereabouts.
‘Why are you coming to Kim’s?’ Woohyun asked Sungyeol suggestively as Myungsoo approached them, ‘Want to check out Myungsoo’s bedroom?’
Sungyeol sprung the killer pout and the older student immediately shut up. Myungsoo unconsciously smiled at Sungyeol’s pinch-worthy cheeks. ‘I’m coming because I want to play with Sunggyu, not Myungsoo!’ he grunted, shoving his best friend away.
‘But my brother belongs to Hyun,’ Myungsoo laughed at the way Woohyun glared at him.
Sungyeol made a disgusted face and heaved, ‘I said I wanted to play with him! I don’t want him, he’s old. He’s perfect for Woohyun.’
Myungsoo pursed his lips and confidently wrapped his arms around Sungyeol’s slim waist, pulling him in close. He didn’t even mind Sungyeol’s maniacal screaming and bashing towards his chest. Instead of letting him go, Myungsoo snuggled into Sungyeol’s neck and whispered loudly, ‘Why are you so cute?’
Woohyun kicked Myungsoo’s lower back and groaned in disgust, ‘Guys, I don’t mind this one bit, but not in front of me. It’s hideous.’
‘Let’s go,’ Myungsoo said, finally letting Sungyeol breathe. Sungyeol attached himself to Woohyun’s side - the one Myungsoo wasn’t walking beside - just to make sure Myungsoo kept his hands to himself.
They took a left and then a right and then walked straight and… You get the point. They eventually made it to the Kim residence, Sungyeol and Woohyun inspecting the place as they entered.
‘Wow, this is like the opposite to Woohyun’s place, inside and out,’ Sungyeol exclaimed as they strolled into the living room. The cream coloured walls of the house were covered in the brothers’ childhood artworks and photos - school photos, graduation photos, holiday photos, family photos - the darkly varnished floor boards squeaked under their feet. Even the television cabinet was holding frames. There was a thick patterned rug in the middle of the living area, atop it a glass coffee table, a grey couch and two arm chairs. Besides the couch was a mahogany side table holding a shaded lamp and candles. The wooden stair case lived beside the open kitchen which was behind a large dining table covered in magazines and envelopes. Woohyun took note of the photo of the family which was hung above the television, obviously professionally taking. In the photo, Sunggyu and Myungsoo looked like they were in their teens - probably middle school - and Woohyun mentioned that Myungsoo resembled their mother. Neither of the brothers looked like their father that much.
Myungsoo collapsed onto the couch and sighed into the cushions, ‘What do you mean?’
‘Come over one day and see,’ Woohyun commented, sitting on Myungsoo and making the younger groan in pain - he was still hurting from Sunggyu.
Sungyeol wandered around the expanse of the first storey, peeking into every nook and cranny. He eventually made it over to the television and spotted some baby pictures on the shelves.
‘Sunggyu-hyung is so cute!’ he laughed, pointing to a particular photo of two-year-old Sunggyu and one-year-old Myungsoo sitting in the sand at the beach.
Myungsoo looked up and peered at the staircase, grinning. ‘Here comes the fluffy devil.’
‘Hyung, you were so cute as a little kid. How come you’re so scary now?’ Sungyeol questioned innocently as Sunggyu made his way down the stairs. Woohyun recalled recess and shuddered.
‘According to our mother, he hit me even harder as a kid,’ Myungsoo deadpanned, sitting up and making Woohyun roll into a seating position.
‘Hey, cutie,’ Woohyun greeted scornfully as he met eyes with the oldest. He now knew what Sunggyu was capable of, but Woohyun still had some balls at least.
Sunggyu merely rolled his eyes and went to the kitchen to fetch a soda. Sungyeol turned around to see Sunggyu in the kitchen and Woohyun on the couch, far apart. He immediately felt anxious and glanced at Myungsoo. They gave each other some eye signals about what step to enforce next and how they should go about the procedure without arousing any suspicion, blinking and shifting their eyes around.
‘Kim Myungsoo, Lee Sungyeol,’ Sunggyu called, narrowing his eyes at specifically Myungsoo on the couch. He then blinked at Sungyeol who almost gulped as the oldest asked effortlessly, ‘What are you up to?’
So much for not arousing suspicion.
Woohyun crooked an eyebrow and looked up at Sungyeol oddly, waiting for his answer.
‘Woohyun, I’m hungry!’ Sungyeol whined, clearly changing the subject.
‘Go get food then! I’m not your slave,’ Woohyun grumbled.
Supplying the pout again, Sungyeol plopped onto the floor and started kicking around, rolling everywhere. ‘Woohyun,’ he shrieked, ‘Cook!’
‘It’s okay, I’ll cook for him,’ Myungsoo sighed (partly because of Sungyeol’s idiotic diversion), walking off to the kitchen. He turned to his brother with a gentle smile and offered, ‘Gyu-hyung, why don’t you show Woohyun and Sungyeol around?’
Although he was sceptical, Sunggyu nodded and watched as Sungyeol jumped up and wrapped himself around Sunggyu’s arm. The older had to use all his will power to stop himself from shaking the kid off. Woohyun stood up as well and followed the two up the stairs as Myungsoo began rummaging for pots and pans.
‘Mum’s room,’ Sunggyu introduced dryly, pointing half-heartedly at a cream-coloured door that was painted with a pearlescent, vintage pattern. Sungyeol finally let go of Sunggyu - much to the older student’s relief (and Woohyun’s as well, in a strange way) - and secretly glanced down the stairs, spotting Myungsoo sneaking his way up. He smiled. The plan was starting in full-throttle.
‘Bathroom,’ Sunggyu sighed, again, pointing half-heartedly. Woohyun didn’t even bother to look. He didn’t really care - it wasn’t like he was going to live here. He just went along with Sunggyu and Sungyeol because the kid was probably going to kill him if he didn’t. And he wanted to be polite because student body president, killing machine, Kim Sunggyu.
‘Closet,’ Sunggyu continued, ‘Myungsoo’s room.’
Myungsoo was finally upstairs, not yet noticed.
They reached the end of the tour and Sunggyu felt relived. ‘My room,’ Sunggyu stated.
Sungyeol’s eyes twinkled as he stared at the wooden door. Reaching past Sunggyu, he clutched the metal door knob and let himself in. Sunggyu and Woohyun tailed him confusedly.
‘Sungyeol, what are you doing?’ Sunggyu queried, not sure what that expression on Sungyeol’s face was telling him.
‘Hyung, I really love you,’ Sungyeol chirped happily, grin innocent and bright, ‘Woohyun, you too.’
Woohyun’s eyes widened and he stepped back in fear. He knew exactly what that meant. ‘Lee Sungyeol, don’t you dare…’ he trailed off, raising his hands in alarm.
‘What? I’m not doing anything,’ he squeaked cutely, looking wronged.
Woohyun leaned over to Sunggyu and whispered, ‘Don’t be fooled.’
‘Sunggyu-hyung, you don’t trust me?’ Sungyeol pouted, eyes sparkly with tears. Sunggyu almost got hooked by how big and shiny Sungyeol’s irises were, and how he cutely puffed out his cheeks. He knew he was falling for it and he couldn’t not trust something so innocent.
‘It’s not like that…’ Sunggyu insisted. He then saw a shadow slowly pacing towards the door. The shadow belonged to his smirking brother, the evil brat. Myungsoo’s arms were loosely crossed and he stepped through the door frame, right behind Sungyeol, closing the door and leaning against it as if not wanting them to escape. Sunggyu glared at him - he just knew he was up to something. ‘Myungsoo,’ he growled.
‘Have fun,’ Myungsoo chuckled darkly, nodding at Sungyeol.
Sungyeol grinned wildly and Woohyun squeezed his eyes shut, mentally preparing himself.
-
‘Your brother’s officially dead,’ Woohyun grunted.
‘I’m already planning his funeral,’ Sunggyu added, completely ticked off. He still couldn’t believe he and Woohyun were in his room, sitting on a chair each, back to back, with their hands tied together. It just didn’t make sense how it happened. He barely comprehended it.
Sunggyu tried struggling again, but to no avail. He sighed, frustrated, ‘How did this even happen? The last thing I remember before they left the room is Sungyeol hugging me.’
Woohyun chuckled bitterly, ‘Don’t underestimate him, he’s a terrifying rodent.’
‘Then Myungsoo is his evil master,’ Sunggyu chimed.
‘Well, he does have the West campus spirit.’
Sunggyu knew he had to get out of this, he knew why Myungsoo was doing this. That brat had been trying to get him a love interest since his first crush, but it never came to anything like this. The bastard was probably getting desperate. Sunggyu inspected every inch of his room. (Well, half of it because he couldn’t exactly move. His legs were tied as well.) Pondering deeply, an idea struck him when he looked over to his desk, beside Woohyun.
‘Sunggyu? What are you thinking?’ Woohyun murmured, feeling the thick atmosphere.
Sunggyu said, staring pointedly in the direction of his desk, ‘I think I could possibly get us out if we had that box of markers over there.’
Woohyun was puzzled, but he didn’t dare to ask questions. He didn’t exactly have a plan himself, so whatever Sunggyu had he was grateful for. He struggled, almost breaking the leg off the chair he was sitting on, but he eventually somehow slipped his leg out of the tightly-wound rope. Sungyeol had actually put him in that position multiple times, just for the fun of hearing Woohyun worship him and tell him how awesome he was until he untied the older.
Stretching his leg to the right as far it could go, Woohyun was able to kick the box of markers down, black Sharpies flying everywhere. ‘Here,’ he panted, only just managing to pick up a marker between his sock-covered toes. He blessed his unmanly flexibility when he was able to clench the pen between his teeth, and squirm his wrist through the rope a little more to catch it when it fell from his mouth.
‘Alright,’ Sunggyu instructed, trying to stay optimistic about the situation, ‘Since you can move more than I can… This is what you need to do.’
-
‘What happens if they untie themselves?’ Sungyeol mentioned, stuffing his face with chips from the pantry.
Myungsoo ate some as well. ‘Sunggyu’s definitely going to untie them, so I locked the door.’
After a few minutes of silence (Their mouths were two busy eating to talk.), Myungsoo looked up at the door and mused, ‘They’re probably untied now.’
‘Are you belittling my skills?’ Sungyeol shouted, annoyed.
‘No, definitely not. I’m still trying to work out how you did that so fast. I didn’t even notice you were done,’ Myungsoo complimented as he climbed up the stairs, heading to his brother’s room. Sungyeol smiled brightly at his words and followed him, curious as well. The two boys stuck their ears to the door and listened, mouths agape.
‘Woohyun, put it in,’ Sunggyu whimpered.
‘Argh, okay, it’s going in,’ Woohyun groaned, choking.
‘Stop, Woohyun it hurts!’
‘Sorry, just bear it for a little while.’
Myungsoo and Sungyeol ran back down the stairs happily, amazed. ‘Holy shit, I am a genius,’ Myungsoo gasped, feeling extremely accomplished.
Sungyeol pondered, a little sceptical about what he heard (His tying skills were the bomb!), ‘Don’t you think they’re just faking it?’
Myungsoo tapped his chin, contemplating, and then went to check to verify that yes, yes his brother was finally getting laid. Sungyeol followed.
‘Nam Woohyun, keep going!’
‘I don’t think I’ve ever heard Sunggyu use that voice before,’ Myungsoo commented, smirking to himself. ‘Let’s give them the house to themselves for a while.’
Myungsoo gave a cheeky wink and grabbed his keys. He opened the front door open and let Sungyeol out first with a leer.
-
‘It burns…’ Sunggyu pouted, rubbing his reddened wrists.
‘Yeah, mine do too,’ Woohyun chipped in, collapsing on the floor from exhaustion. They (Well Woohyun did it. Sunggyu just instructed.) had stuck the markers in the gaps in the rope to stretch and widen the gap. When the tightening pain on their wrists became too much, they pried the markers out, leaving the ropes loose enough for them to slip their hands out.
Sunggyu angrily stomped to his door and turned the doorknob, eyes widening in shock when he didn’t hear a click.
‘He didn’t,’ Sunggyu groaned, sliding down the door, landing on his butt.
Woohyun took a few moments to stare at the way the sweat on Sunggyu’s forehead accumulated, ultimately sliding down his temples and down his cheeks. He watched the way Sunggyu exhaled hoarsely to release his frustrations, throwing his head back and gently hitting the back of it against the door. Woohyun didn’t even realise he was gaping rather creepily until Sunggyu gave him a strange look. He immediately shook his head and stood up after that, trying to find something to distract himself.
Looking around Sunggyu’s room, he found old books on his shelf, as well as few sets of mangas. He found a mint green blanket and pillow on Sunggyu’s single bed and dusty school text books on the floor, at the end of the bed. Woohyun inspected Sunggyu’s desk, school uniform draped over his black computer chair. Sunggyu had stationary everywhere on his desk and it surprised Woohyun that Sunggyu wasn’t as neat as he thought he was - Even so, he figured that Sunggyu’s room and his room were still completely opposite. There was no such thing as homework in Woohyun’s room.
Then he saw, under a few sheets of paper, something that looked like a stethoscope. As he reached for it, Sunggyu snapped, ‘Don’t you dare.’
Woohyun swallowed thickly and nodded. Pissed off student body president still made him a little hazy. ‘Sorry, I’m just bored to death,’ he explained, sitting back down onto the floorboards rather unstably.
-
‘Where are you going?’ Sungyeol squeaked clumsily as he trailed behind Myungsoo, who was excitedly pacing somewhere.
Myungsoo stopped and spun around in the spot, pursing his lips at the older male. ‘Weird. It’s usually me who’s the one following you,’ he remarked matter-of-factly. Then he began walking again, same pace. He heard hurried footsteps behind him - Sungyeol was obviously struggling to keep up with him.
Sungyeol’s eyes expanded as he glanced to the dampened road they were standing on and shook his head. ‘I’m not following you,’ he argued pretty weakly.
‘Oh really?’ Myungsoo chuckled, stopping. He turned around and saw Sungyeol had stopped too. ‘Yeah right, you’re not following me.’
‘Let’s go,’ the younger laughed and Sungyeol ran up to his side, standing beside him at an awkward distance. (It was still Kim Myungsoo, the grope machine, after all.) Myungsoo pulled the other so he was pressed against his side and sang, ‘What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it for you.’
‘Really?’ Sungyeol exclaimed, shrugging the younger off.
Myungsoo smirked.
‘If you give me your virginity in return.’
Sungyeol scoffed, rather annoyed, ‘How do you know I’m a virgin?’
Myungsoo was going to say something along the lines of You’re too cute to have had a boner up your ass, but the serious look on Sungyeol’s face told him the skyscraper meant business. ‘Call a friend,’ Myungsoo muttered, prying his phone out.
‘Hey Hyun,’ he grinned as the ringing stopped.
‘Unlock the door, you dickhead,’ Woohyun all but growled.
‘Sure, sure,’ Myungsoo agreed half-heartedly. ‘Tell me, is Sungyeol a virgin?’
‘What makes you think that? I think he lost it even before I did.’
Myungsoo glanced at the boy next to him, tempted to pull at his flushed cheeks - Sungyeol probably heard the conversation. ‘Is he good?’ Myungsoo asked playfully, watching as Sungyeol flinched in surprise.
‘How should I know?’ Woohyun spat.
‘I don’t know. Best friends watch porn together, don’t they?’
‘Get us out of here, you punk,’ Woohyun ignored the question and grunted, getting tired of Myungsoo’s ridiculousness.
‘You seemed to like it in there last time I checked.’
‘…What do you mean?’ Honestly, Woohyun was oblivious.
‘You know what I mean,’ Myungsoo cooed suggestively, wriggling his eyebrows.
‘No, I really don’t know what you mean.’ But Woohyun seriously didn’t know what he meant.
‘I heard you.’ Myungsoo meant that he heard Woohyun and his brother fucking before, but in reality all they were doing was getting rope burn.
‘Well, you’re not deaf?’ Woohyun had no clue whatsoever.
Myungsoo paused for a moment, not sure if Woohyun was playing stupid or really was stupid. ‘Thanks for the info, buddy,’ he ended the conversation quickly.
‘Wait, Kim, unlock -‘
Myungsoo hung up and nudged his phone back into his pocket, unworried over Woohyun and Sunggyu.
Sungyeol rose an eyebrow and mumbled curiously, ‘What did he say?’
Myungsoo gave him a smirk.
‘See, I told you!’ Sungyeol exclaimed, feeling somewhat victorious. How dare Myungsoo think he’s a virgin, how dare he.
‘I miscalculated. But you know,’ Myungsoo remarked, hand creeping to the small of Sungyeol’s back. Sungyeol felt dread wash over his body as Myungsoo leaned in and whispered, ‘You just got so much hotter.’
It turned to silence after Myungsoo pulled away, back to walking hurriedly to some unknown place Sungyeol didn’t know he wanted to be at or not. He still felt the ghost of Myungsoo’s lewd hand on his back, unmoving even as he paced. Unwillingly, he shuddered at the feeling to make it go away, but that resulted in Myungsoo taking off his white-washed denim jacket and laying it on top of the school blazer on Sungyeol’s shoulders. The older student dug his fingers into his palms. Myungsoo was so goddamn annoying.
Myungsoo pulled him over to an assorted snack stand where Sungyeol religiously filled himself up. They ate in silence as the cool spring breeze blew the hot skewers warm and Sungyeol’s bangs into his face. Myungsoo audibly laughed a little and brushed the obstructing hair away so Sungyeol can eat the last bit of his chicken skewer. The other didn’t seem to really mind - He’d gotten used to the little touches by then. They spent a good hour-and-a-half at the stand and were pleased to label the experience dinner.
‘Where are you going now?’ Sungyeol whined as Myungsoo made a left turn towards some neon-lit place. Sungyeol pointed at the colourful sign and the dressed-in-all-black bouncers at the front, asking, ‘In here?’
‘Why not?’ Myungsoo snorted, smiling lopsidedly.
Sungyeol shook his head briskly as he stated, ‘I don’t like loud places.’
Myungsoo was dumbfounded, jaw slacked, for a few moments. Lee Sungyeol hated loud places - Lee Sungyeol was loud places. The only reason why some places were loud was because of Lee Sungyeol.
‘Okay,’ Myungsoo muttered, trying to reorganise his muddled head. The skyscraper was definitely full of surprises.
Instead of sneaking into the club (They were still both minors, but Myungsoo had connections.), Myungsoo grabbed the other’s forearm and hauled him off into the opposite direction, steering him through a couple of eerie looking alleyways - Sungyeol clutched Myungsoo back and the latter had to force his grin from showing.
Strangely enough, they were both silent during the route, until they reached a small park that was wedged between two big houses. They sat right in the middle of the grass, watching the cars drive by.
‘How long have you and Woohyun been friends for?’ Myungsoo questioned, starting off with small talk.
Sungyeol digressed, ‘Since we were five so… twelve years?’
Myungsoo ruffled the other’s hair and bellowed sarcastically, ‘Wow, you’re so good at math!’
Sungyeol pouted and pushed him away, raising his knees up to his chest so he can rest his chin.
‘It’s kind of like he ditched you for me, huh?’ Myungsoo commented, leaning back onto his elbows.
‘A little,’ Sungyeol somewhat agreed, looking down at the way Myungsoo stared at the purple-toned sky.
‘Sorry.’
‘It’s not your fault. He’s probably using you to get to your brother.’
The younger sat up abruptly and his eyes widened at the revelation. ‘I’ve actually never thought about it like that,’ he gasped, remembering the times Woohyun asked random question about Sunggyu.
Sungyeol laughed because he thought Myungsoo was stupid and the latter just stared at the way his eyes sparkled and crinkled, and the way his hand hovered over his smile. Myungsoo didn’t like it and therefore pulled the frustrating hand away and pressed his lips to Sungyeol’s as his mouth closed til his lips were only slightly apart. Sungyeol’s right knee buckled at Myungsoo’s immediate touch and he froze, not knowing what to do. Myungsoo’s lips were moving against his and his eyes were closed, his fingers wrapped around Sungyeol’s ankle warmly.
Myungsoo pulled away after a few seconds and grinned sheepishly, whispering, ‘Two.’
The word made Sungyeol return back to reality and he spat, ‘Two what?’
‘Now you’re a two,’ Myungsoo explained unhelpfully, gently petting Sungyeol’s wind-blown hair.
Sungyeol tipped his head to one side in confusion. ‘What the fuck was going on?’
-
Woohyun and Sunggyu were mind-numbingly bored, throwing a bouncing ball back and forth to each other. Inevitably the repetitive game stopped and conversation grew in its place.
‘Hey Sunggyu,’ Woohyun began. ‘Don’t take any offense to this - I’m just curious - but why did they elect you as SBP?’
Sunggyu sucked on his tongue, pondering, before answering, ‘Honestly, before I was elected our school was as bad as yours. Myungsoo was coming home with bad report cards and such, so I decided to run for president. I was the only candidate so I was automatically elected.’
Woohyun laughed.
‘Shut up,’ Sunggyu snapped playfully, lips quirking slightly. He then continued, ‘The principal asked me do to whatever it took to get our average grades up, so I did whatever I could.’
‘So you became president because of Myungsoo?’ Woohyun concluded.
‘Pretty much,’ the oldest confirmed. He then stood up, getting tired of just sitting. ‘How about you? Why did you want to be president? You don’t seem like the meetings-and-organisation type.’
Woohyun shrugged, slouching in his position on the floor, back against Sunggyu’s bed. ‘I’m not the type. I just wanted the title,’ he chuckled, not a care in the world.
Sunggyu’s brow furrowed and he barked, ‘So you only wanted the president label?’
‘Pretty much.’
The younger of the two stood up, feeling the blood pooling at his legs. He was just about to call Sungyeol or Myungsoo for the umpteenth time, but Sunggyu’s irritated voice caught his attention: ‘That’s pathetic.’
Honestly, Sunggyu worked hard to create a good learning environment for his brother to study. He wanted the position because he wanted to do something right for his family. On the other hand, Nam Woohyun was elected because of the fame, the attention.
Woohyun narrowed his eyes at the insult and scoffed, ‘What?’
‘You are fucking pathetic, wanting attention like that.’ Sunggyu stepped closer, head tilting to one side as his voice turned dark and his eyes, even darker, ‘Are you really that desperate?’
Woohyun put his phone down and retorted, matching Sunggyu’s tone, ‘Oh and you’re not? You go around, acting as if you’re all that, acting as if the world must kneel down to you.’ He spat, smiling in contempt, ‘Are you and me really that different?’
The atmosphere in the room became heavier and tenser as Woohyun took another step closer, so close they could feel each other’s hot breaths on their exposed skin. ‘We’re immensely different,’ Sunggyu grumbled, clenching his teeth as well as a fist. ‘For example, I don’t talk bullshit to feel superior.’
Two finger grabbed Sunggyu’s chin tightly - Woohyun was definitely looking for a challenge. ‘You got quite a mouth on you, now don’t you,’ he remarked, cynical evident on his lips and in his eyes. He smirked and Sunggyu just about had it.
‘You mean I have quite a mouth on me, you son of a bitch.’
Sunggyu let his fists go wild.
-
Myungsoo and Sungyeol got back to the Kim residence in utter (and very unusual, on Sungyeol’s part) silence. They came back to witness angry sounds of violence and shrill cussing resounding throughout the house. The two immediately ran up to Sunggyu’s room and unlocked the door, instantly jumping onto Sunggyu who was certainly beating the shit out of Woohyun. They managed to pull him away, holding a tensed arm each.
‘Woah, woah! Hyung, it’s okay,’ Myungsoo hushed, taking in the sight of Woohyun’s bloody lips and already-bruising jaw. The latter was holding his abdomen as Sunggyu had kicked and kneed him ruthlessly.
‘Woohyun, are you alright?’ Sungyeol gasped, already worried to near death.
‘Nam Woohyun, when we get back to school on Monday,’ Sunggyu growled, eyes black and glare hard. ‘Meet me behind -‘
‘Gyu, stop!’ Myungsoo shouted, fingers tightening around his brother’s arm, ‘He didn’t do anything wrong. Whatever he did… We’re not at school!’
‘I know,’ Sunggyu laughed confidently, head tipping as he stared at Woohyun - who was now being tended to by Sungyeol, ‘But as Kim Sunggyu, I want to beat the shit out of him.’
Myungsoo whispered, almost desperate, ‘Gyu-hyung…’
Sungyeol’s eyes welled up with tears as he let the exhausted, winded Woohyun slowly collapse onto the bed. ‘Hyung, please,’ he choked.
Upon clearly seeing Sungyeol’s and Myungsoo’s faces, Sunggyu let out a huge sigh as he relaxed and calmed down.
‘Alright.’ He vowed, ‘I’ll keep my personal duties and my presidential duties separate.’
Woohyun let out a breath of relief.
-
AN\ Me while reading over this: …Well that escalated quickly
Oh and, I’m very sorry for the absence of YaDong in this chapter. It doesn’t get much better in the next, to be honest. *sad face*
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