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Sixteen | 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)
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Myungsoo was just about to press the doorbell to Sungyeol’s house, when the door creaked open. Sungyeol’s house was double story, white with a red roof. His front yard was covered in colourful plants and climbing plants which were growing on wooden frames that were placed on the walls of the house. It looked very inviting and it almost seemed too over-the-top with the lawn ornaments and all. Myungsoo could’ve definitely imagined Sungyeol living here.
Speaking of Sungyeol, Sungyeol’s nose peaked through the gap in the door and he whispered hoarsely, ‘You can’t be here.’
Myungsoo laughed in amusement, ‘Why?’
The door opened a little more, just enough for Sungyeol to squeeze his face through and glare wildly at the younger boy. ‘My parents will kill you,’ he warned.
‘What do you mean?’
Sungyeol was getting impatient as he started talking faster. ‘My parents heard about your reputation!’ he hissed, ‘They’ll recognise you.’
Myungsoo aimed to push the door open wider and let himself in. ‘So? What could they do?’ he scoffed.
Sungyeol slapped him away and deadpanned dryly, ‘My dad’s an ex-marine and my mum once knocked out a robber with a spatula.’
The younger boy backed-off immediately and blinked.
‘Go, before they see me talking to you,’ Sungyeol sighed before closing the door in Myungsoo’s face.
Myungsoo stepped back and inspected the house, scanning every detail. He then devised a solution and smirked to himself, thinking, ‘Lee Sungyeol, you’ve spent enough time with me to know I am more capable than this.’
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Dongwoo clicked his tongue. ‘So…’
He was sitting with Howon on the couch, both staring oddly at the switched-off television. Howon audibly cleared his throat and Dongwoo lit up when he thought Howon was going to say something. However, Howon re-closed his mouth and stayed silent. Dongwoo frowned.
‘Anything you want to talk about?’ Dongwoo sighed.
Howon shook his head, still staring at the screen without blinking.
Not giving up, Dongwoo came up with a plan. He snapped his fingers. ‘Okay… How about this?’ Dongwoo offered, ‘I’ll tell you a secret and you tell me yours.’
Howon tilted his head and contemplated the idea in this head. In this way, he would find a lot more about Dongwoo, right? It wasn’t exactly like he needed to know more about Dongwoo - Dongwoo talked about himself enough - but Howon was still interested in him. And he would be hypocritical if he only listened to Dongwoo’s secret and not tell Dongwoo any other his, right?
‘That seems fair,’ Howon agreed.
Dongwoo giggled a little and leaned into Howon’s ear, afraid some person with supernatural hearing would be able to hear him. After licking his lips, he was prepared to tell his first secret. ‘I don’t wear underwear to sleep,’ he whispered. It wasn’t exactly a secret, since Woohyun and Sungyeol knew - even his parents knew. But it definitely wasn’t common knowledge.
Howon scrunched his nose and nodded, proceeding with his secret and hoping it was of the same level of personal as Dongwoo’s. ‘I am biased towards Myungsoo over Sunggyu,’ he confessed.
‘Woah, that’s big!’ Dongwoo exclaimed, amazed by what he had just heard. Plus, Howon did seem to hang out with Sunggyu more than Myungsoo - Maybe Myungsoo’s sex drive had a part to play in it, but Myungsoo barely ever talked to Howon. ‘Why?’
‘Myungsoo’s more vulnerable. Sunggyu is the type to think ahead in his decisions and Myungsoo just doesn’t understand how to do that. I feel the need to help Sunggyu protect him,’ Howon explained. There was definitely logic behind his answer and it made Dongwoo kind of disappointed. (He wanted something juicy, not logical!)
He heaved a sigh and squeezed his eyes shut, wondering if it was okay to tell Howon his next secret. It was a big secret that not even his parents or older sister knew about. He clutched Howon’s hand for support as he carefully said, ‘My first crush was Little Bo Peep in Toy Story.’
Howon ducked his head and began laughing really, really hard.
‘Don’t laugh!’ Dongwoo chuckled, slapping the younger’s shoulder playfully.
Howon coughed and regained his composure with great difficulty. Dongwoo smiled because he had never seen Howon laugh so much and he was beginning to think spilling that embarrassing secret was worth it.
‘Sorry,’ Howon apologised, still biting back a smile.
‘It’s okay ‘cause you’re adorable,’ Dongwoo laughed and kissed his cheek. ‘Now your secret.’
There was a moment of quiet - Dongwoo just staring at Howon as his expression became wary, like he was nervous to say something. The older boy just let the moment of Howon’s mental battle draw out and didn’t say a word, waiting for Howon to go at his own pace.
‘I’ve never liked anyone before I met you.’
Howon’s pace was a lot faster than Dongwoo thought it was, however. Dongwoo’s eyes widened and he smiled widely, nodding and clearing his throat to keep his composure. Dongwoo teased as soon as Howon turned his head away, probably blushing, ‘So you liked me as soon as you met me?’
‘N - Not like that…’ Howon stammered, shaking his head vigorously. Dongwoo laughed again, nuzzling his face into Howon’s shoulder.
‘You want to know my secret now?’ he singsonged, ‘I like you too.’
Howon began choking on his own saliva.
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Sungyeol had just finished brushing his teeth after a hot shower. His hair was wet and sticking up in all directions, semi-dry towel around his neck. While facing his window, he threw the yellow towel over his head and started drying roughly, leaning down a little as he did so. When he was satisfied, he struggled to slide the towel off, but got it off eventually.
What he saw made him want to throw the towel back on.
There was Myungsoo, standing on his window sill and tapping on the glass. Sungyeol started to panic, running around everywhere. He didn’t know what to do - Myungsoo was impatiently tapping away and he could hear his parents talking down stairs. Before even thinking, he loudly opened the window and Myungsoo collapsed in.
Sungyeol turned to scream at him. ‘WHAT THE -‘
‘Shh,’ Myungsoo hushed, hand over the older boy’s mouth. Smirking deviously, he whispered as he shifted his hands around Sungyeol’s waist, ‘We don’t want to get caught, right?’
‘What the hell are you doing here?!’ Sungyeol hissed back, trying to push him away.
Myungsoo pursed his lips and took his jacket off, letting it drop to the floor - It was too warm in Sungyeol’s room for a jacket. ‘I wouldn’t leave with you just shutting the door in my face,’ he claimed, making Sungyeol want to rip his hair out.
‘You wanna leave with me pushing you out the window instead?’ Sungyeol threatened, pushing him towards the open window to show he meant business. ‘Do a somersault if you can.’
Sadly, Myungsoo was strong enough to grab his wrists and pull them to his sides. ‘No, I want something much less painful,’ Myungsoo murmured, his voice low and dripping with tease and taunt.
Sungyeol knew what he was in for and just let it go. Myungsoo was kissing him, as he expected, and pulling him closer into his embrace. This kiss was a little different. This kiss involved tongue and Myungsoo was obvious experienced. His tongue swirled in slow circles, prodded at Sungyeol’s and swiped at the older boy’s bottom lip in slow, seductive movements.
Sungyeol’s eyes wouldn’t close fully - He was still a little apprehensive about where this was going. Myungsoo was being more proactive than usual (which was saying something) and pressed Sungyeol up against the panel of wall beside the still open window.
There was another wet kiss before Myungsoo pulled away, still close though. Sungyeol’s eyes were widened and his cheeks were pink, his lips red and glistening beautifully. Myungsoo smiled and kissed his soft neck, mumbling against the expanse of pale skin, ‘I missed you over the weekend… I should come visit you like this more often.’ He then pulled away completely and smiled that same smile that turned Sungyeol into bubbling goo on the inside.
‘See you at school tomorrow,’ he said before letting himself out of the window, stepping on the wooden frames so he wouldn’t fall and possibly break something - Something being a bone.
Sungyeol was in a daze for a moment and took a step forward. He then realised he stepped on Myungsoo’s jacket and that Myungsoo should probably take it with him. Since Myungsoo was still sluggishly climbing down, only his head and shoulders viewable from Sungyeol’s room, Sungyeol held it out to him.
Then they heard footsteps. Myungsoo panicked and started climbing down faster, refusing the jacket.
Sensing the danger as the footsteps and the sounds of creaking stairs grew louder, Sungyeol whispered hastily, ‘What are you doing?! Take it with you!’
‘Just give it to me tomorrow!’ Myungsoo retorted, his foot stuck in one of the holes.
‘Sungyeol, sweetie, who are you talking to?’
Sungyeol grunted a quick swear under his breath and slapped the top of Myungsoo’s head instead, returning the glare Myungsoo sent him afterwards. ‘You have to take it! My dad will know,’ he threatened.
Myungsoo scoffed, ‘How would he know? Just say it was a present or something.’
Sungyeol narrowed his eyes. ‘He can smell it’s not mine.’
‘Sungyeol, why aren’t you answering me?’
‘Son, answer your mother!’
‘Yeah Sungyeol! You’re not keeping a boyfriend up there, are you?’
‘SHUT UP, DAEYEOL!’
Myungsoo let out a huff and decided, ‘I’ll come back for it!’
He then climbed down until it was a safe height to jump, landing on some crunchy leaves. He froze at the noise and waited for death… However, it never came. And so he jumped over the wooden fence and ran as fast as he could because he heard someone ask Did you hear something outside? He sprinted without even catching a breath, until Sungyeol’s house was out of sight.
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Sunggyu was designing flyers for the school’s upcoming talent show on his computer - Well, it was in a few months, next year actually, but his school was always thinking ahead. When he was just about to add the last of the details, he heard the front door slam shut and heavy footsteps up the stairs. Since he was curious as to why it sounded like Myungsoo put on fifty kilos, he went to find his brother in his room. Myungsoo was lying face down on the bed, his hair completely dishevelled and partially soaked with sweat.
‘Myungsoo,’ Sunggyu called softly, wondering if Myungsoo had passed out. When there was no answer, he went over and sat on the edge of the mattress, noticing the beads of sweat and dirt stains on his brother’s white tee. ‘Are you okay? You’re really sweating. What did you do?’
Myungsoo rolled over and grunted, ‘You really want to know what I did?’
‘Of course I do,’ Sunggyu chuckled, laughing at how red Myungsoo’s ears were.
Myungsoo immediately sat up and started making weird hand gestures, ranting, ‘Okay, so… It involved two Russian girls and a really big -‘
‘Forget it,’ Sunggyu barked, standing up and making his way towards the door. ‘Goodnight, you horny bastard.’
‘I need to get that jacket back…’ Myungsoo reminded himself, squeezing his eyes shut in order to think up a plan to get Sunggyu out of the house, so he could leave. He then smirked and said, ‘Hyung.’
Sunggyu turned around with a furrowed brow.
Myungsoo cleared his throat and started to look serious. ‘Have you talked to Hyun?’ he asked quietly.
‘Not since school… Why?’
Shaking his head, Myungsoo began to lie back down on the bed with a sigh, ‘Nothing.’
He had gained Sunggyu’s interest. Sunggyu crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. ‘Myungsoo, why?’ he questioned sternly.
‘At his house… I don’t know, but…’ Myungsoo began to babble in mock helplessness, ‘I’m seriously worried.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I can tell he’s hiding something and it’s something he shouldn’t be hiding,’ he stated, a completely serious look on his face, ‘When I talked to him on the phone, he sounded terrified and he kept saying I’m okay, I’m okay like he was in panic.’
Sunggyu nodded, processing the information in his head.
‘Hyung, I’m seriously worried,’ Myungsoo emphasised. ‘But I’m in no condition to help him at the moment.’
‘Why?’ Sunggyu snapped.
‘Like I said, two Russians and a really big -‘
‘Okay, okay!’ Sunggyu exclaimed, cringing. ‘Give me his address.’
Myungsoo grinned in his head.
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It was midnight when Howon arrived home, quietly unlocking and opening the front door. He had ended up as Dongwoo’s pillow for a few hours. Talking and laughing and blurting out embarrassing secrets had Dongwoo worn out, so his head found refuge in Howon’s lap. Howon had spent the majority of the time watching Dongwoo sleep - And yes, it was as creepy as it sounds. Howon scanned over his every detail, listened to every sound he made. Soon enough, Howon felt himself drifting off as well. Before he could fall asleep completely, he shook his head and decided to wake the older boy up so he could go home. Dongwoo rolled onto the floor and mumbled something about Howon not leaving and sleeping with him. In a moment, Dongwoo fell back into a deep slumber on the floorboards and so Howon left, since he didn’t know what to do in that situation - He thought he would never be able to leave if Dongwoo were to wake up and trap him with childish threats.
As he walked towards the stairs of his house, he heard his mother’s familiar voice call him, ‘Lee Howon!’
He turned around and saw her stumbling towards him, unsteadily leaning against the wall with a glass of red wine in her hand and the bottle in the other.
‘My client today,’ she slurred, her eyes falling in and out of focus, ‘A really big dickface!’
Howon watched her for a little, ready to catch her if she were to pass out.
‘Who on earth leaves a big stash of money unintended, and lets his mentally broken girlfriend - of only two months, I might add - look after it when he’s on vacation?’ she laughed, shifting her glass towards Howon, some of the liquid spilling out onto the wooden floorboards. ‘Absurd right?’
Howon didn’t reply and waited, ignoring how her speech wasn’t making any sense.
‘What’s even worse is that I took the job,’ she chuckled, sculling down the rest of the glass. ‘What’s worstttt is that I won for him.’
Howon didn’t falter and stood idly at the base of the staircase.
‘I’m just that good, Howon!’ she sang, her voice off-tone and cracking from the alcohol. As she tilted her head back, aiming to drinking straight from the bottle, she stumbled backwards and Howon ran up to catch her. He hooked her from under the arms and brought her to her feet in a stable manner. ‘Miss Lee, you should stop drinking now,’ Howon advised.
‘What are you talking about?’ she giggled, hiccupping in between her words, ‘You know what they say about lawyers? All they do is take money, lecture, and drink until they pass out afterwards!’
Howon didn’t listen and instead, hauled her towards the couch, pushing her down onto it. She resisted, but had the strength to find her feet from giving in and making her sit on the plush cushions. Howon then carefully pried the empty glass and half-empty bottle from her hands and began walking to the kitchen. As he was pouring the rest of the wine down the drain, he heard his mother scold him weakly, ‘And Lee Howon, I’m your mother!’
Howon broke the glass in the sink and walked up stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.
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By the time Sunggyu got out of the house, it had started raining heavily. According to how desperate Myungsoo sounded (His brother wasn’t worried over things very often.), it was too late to get an umbrella or raincoat. The street name in the address seemed familiar, so Sunggyu decided to just run there. It would save time over getting a taxi or borrowing Howon’s car anyway.
When he got to the address, he was standing in front of a grey/silver toned house. It was modern and asymmetrical, with tinted-blue windows and no plants. Just shortly-cut grass. It seemed almost too modern and practically new to the point it seemed sterile, like no one lived in there.
Sunggyu spent no time in wondering whether it was the right house or not and began banging on the front door - which was the only wooden component of the residence besides the wooden deck he was standing on. ‘Nam Woohyun, open the door!’ he called. There was no reply for only a moment, but Sunggyu continued with his hurried actions and loud voice. ‘You idiot, Nam Woohyun!’
The door opened and Woohyun was more than surprised. ‘Woah,’ he exclaimed before pulling Sunggyu into the house by his arm. Sunggyu almost tripped because Woohyun was working so fast. The next thing he knew was he was thrown onto the black leather couch, Woohyun’s fingers still tightly around his arm.
‘What the heck do you think you’re doing?!’ Woohyun growled, glaring down at the older student. Sunggyu was stunned for a second and just watched as Woohyun lectured furiously, ‘It’s nine degrees outside and you go outside in flimsy clothing, in the fucking rain?’
Sunggyu was about to open his mouth but Woohyun ran up the stairs, coming back with a couple of towels and a big blanket.
His teeth were clenched together as he forcefully draped a towel over Sunggyu’s shoulders and placed the other one over his head. He then covered him with the blanket and shouted angrily, ‘Why are you being so irresponsible?!’
Sunggyu just blinked at him in confusion. He then felt a shiver and realised he was drenched in rainwater. He was sniffling and his fingers felt numb around the blanket.
Woohyun heaved a sigh and began again, ‘What are you -‘
‘Wait,’ Sunggyu interrupted. He stood up to be face-to-face with Woohyun, sick of being yelled at. ‘Why did Myungsoo guilt me into coming here, and why are you acting like me when I lecture Myungsoo?!’
Woohyun scrunched up his nose and walked into the kitchen, which was themed around stainless steel and black or so it seemed. After turning on the kettle, Woohyun retrieved a cup and snapped, ‘Myungsoo told you to come here? How the bloody hell should I know?’
Sunggyu then narrowed his eyes at the door and started stomping towards it, pissed off already. ‘He’s dead,’ he muttered. Woohyun ran and grabbed him again, pressing his fingertips into Sunggyu’s exposed forearm.
‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he snarled, voice low and deep. Sunggyu did nothing but glare and Woohyun finally realised that he was leaning in too close, that he was able to feel Sunggyu’s hot breath on the tip of his nose. He let go and stepped back, clearing his throat. Sunggyu noticeably softened and tugged the blanket closer to himself.
‘You’re freezing and the storm is getting worse,’ Woohyun argued, ‘Paran can’t have its SBP sick.’
Sunggyu nodded in defeat and paced back to the couch, dropping himself onto it.
Woohyun awkwardly went back to the open kitchen and poured the steaming water into the mug, dunking the tea bag up and down. ‘It’s too dark outside anyway, something might happen,’ he added.
Sunggyu rolled his eyes and mentioned sarcastically, leaning back into the plush leather, ‘You surely treat your guests like they are capable individuals.’
Woohyun placed the hot tea onto the glass coffee table with a clink. ‘This isn’t your neighbourhood. This neighbourhood is home to West campus, don’t you remember?’ Woohyun reminded in a warning tone of voice.
Sunggyu retorted in exasperation, ‘We live in the same neighbourhood! East campus is practically a road away from West!’
‘Why did the chicken cross the road?’ the younger boy barked.
Sunggyu slumped into the couch and blew the hair out of his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t win. ‘Because his brother is a devious little brat,’ Sunggyu mumbled, pouting cutely.
Upon seeing Sunggyu’s annoyance, Woohyun instantly warmed-up. ‘I’ll get you home when it clears up a little,’ he said.
Sunggyu never missed his opportunity to correct Woohyun’s speech. ‘You mean you’ll take me home.’
‘And you call me petty, Mr Kim,’ Woohyun laughed.
‘I’m sorry for being petty when it comes to fluent language, which just happens to be something you lack.’ Sunggyu supplied that gorgeous smirk and Woohyun bit back a smile.
This was going to be interesting.
‘I’ll go turn the heater up,’ Woohyun said, walking off.
Sunggyu stayed over at Woohyun’s house for about an hour. They spent the duration of that time arguing about useless things, petty things, that they would laugh about afterwards. Sunggyu had stopped shivering and no longer needed the blanket and towels to keep him warm and dry. Woohyun had stopped being pissed at Sunggyu for being so reckless and instead was teasing him for believing his con artist of a brother. When Woohyun went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate, Sunggyu walked around and explored the living room, peering through the corridors from a distance. Woohyun’s house was very generic, in Sunggyu’s opinion. Not generic-generic, but magazine spread generic. It was clean cut and all the furniture looked almost brand-new and untouched. It looked like a house during an inspection and tour from the real estate agent. There was absolutely nothing homely about Woohyun’s house. It was absurdly clean - There wasn’t a spot of dirt or dust on the wooden side table or coffee table or television. No paintings, no photos, and most importantly no people. Sunggyu wondered if Woohyun lived alone - Is that what he meant by not having any parents?
Woohyun then walked in with two cups in his hands and Sunggyu smiled in appreciation, taking the offered mug and taking a whiff of the bitter chocolate. The younger student smiled at the sound of Sunggyu sipping his drink, swearing when it was too hot for his tongue to bear. The blanket had somehow ended up over both their shoulders, even though it wasn’t even cold indoors, and they were so relaxed it seemed almost dream-like. Woohyun made a stupid joke and Sunggyu glared at him from under his lashes, making Woohyun laugh and bump their shoulders together playfully.
Weirdly enough, the hour Sunggyu was at his house was the only period that Woohyun thought his house was home.
After the rain stopped, they decided to part. Woohyun drove Sunggyu home in silence - It was only a short drive after all - and Sunggyu left coldly, without a goodbye. Woohyun cursed to himself as he watched Sunggyu enter his house without turning back. He was still getting use to Sunggyu’s abruptness.
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‘Shit, this isn’t good,’ Myungsoo sighed, stopping and staring in the middle of the hallway. Sungyeol was walking beside him and stopped too, looking oddly at the despondent expression on the younger boy’s face.
‘What?’ Sungyeol mumbled curiously, following Myungsoo’s sight and observing what he was looking at.
He was looking at his brother with Woohyun. Woohyun was acting like an idiot again and Sunggyu was scoffing at him, flipping him off. They continued to bicker like that for a while; it wasn’t serious bickering, it was actually rather playful with a few laughs here and there.
‘WooGyu’s history,’ Myungsoo concluded dejectedly, letting out another sigh.
Sungyeol rose an eyebrow. ‘What do you mean?’
Myungsoo began walking again, exclaiming in exasperation, ‘Isn’t it obvious? Woohyun’s friend-zoned!’
Sungyeol took another look at the two. Woohyun was saying something dirty again and Sunggyu was rolling his eyes. ‘They’re flirting!’ Sungyeol argued.
‘Woohyun flirts with anyone,’ Myungsoo scoffed. ‘I can’t believe my plan didn’t work…’
‘Your plans never work!’ Sungyeol barked, earning a sneer and a pinch to his side. He then added, as they walked passed Sunggyu and Woohyun, ‘And he doesn’t flirt with me.’
Myungsoo’s voice immediately lowered as he informed darkly, ‘If he flirts with you, friend or not, he’s dead.’
Sungyeol started hiccupping.
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‘Woah…’ Sungjong examined the piece of paper in awe. There was an intricate design done in black fine-liner, loaded with precision and detail that had Sungjong staring. He was looking over Yongguk’s shoulder, at his half-finished piece. It was no wonder why he was passing art - Yongguk was indeed very talented. Yongguk smiled awkwardly as Sungjong complimented him, ‘That’s incredible!’
‘Really?’ he laughed, trying his best to keep his humble state.
Sungjong sat in the seat beside him, waiting for the teacher to arrive for their music theory club. Yongguk was doodling and he honestly didn’t think much of it, but Sungjong sounded exceptionally impressed.
‘Are you going to be a tattoo artist?’ the younger boy asked.
Yongguk scoffed, ‘What? Are you saying I can’t be a regular artist?’
‘No!’ Sungjong denied in annoyance. ‘You just look like a typical tattoo artist.’
‘Even though I have no tattoos myself?’ Yongguk chuckled, quirking an eyebrow.
‘Just - Ugh! Forget it,’ Sungjong huffed, slumping into the wooden chair.
Yongguk pouted and returned to his drawing. ‘Sorry,’ he mumbled.
Sungjong giggled a little. ‘You need to stop apologising.’
‘Sor - Never mind.’
‘Dumbass.’
-
Straight after fifth period ended, Myungsoo found Sungyeol on his expert-level radar and practically jumped onto the older boy. Sungyeol screamed as loud as he could and then felt Myungsoo’s arms hugging around him tightly, his body being rocked back and forth.
‘Myungsoo, stop this!’ Sungyeol wailed, trying to get the younger’s hands off of him.
‘You obvious like it though,’ Myungsoo chuckled beside his ear.
Sungyeol began nudging him with his elbow and whining, ‘I need to go to class.’
With a massive pout, Myungsoo reluctantly let him go and tried to guilt trip him with a disappointed face. Sungyeol didn’t fall for it - Myungsoo wondered if he was really that bad at acting cutesy.
Sungyeol saw someone amongst all the students and called out, ‘Doojoon!’
Doojoon turned around in confusion and smiled upon seeing his cousin. ‘Hey Yeol,’ he greeted, Sungyeol running up to him and throwing an arm around his shoulders. The two then proceeded to their class, leaving Myungsoo behind to grumble to himself in obvious jealousy.
Sunggyu then appeared out of nowhere - He always had the best timing. ‘Myungsoo, don’t be an idiot,’ Sunggyu scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval.
That cold, dark glare was back on Myungsoo’s face and he snapped his head to the left, piercing deep into his brother’s eyes. ‘What do you mean?’ he questioned lowly, his voice rich and just asking for a fight.
‘You know Doojoon is just Sungyeol’s cousin, don’t you?’ Sunggyu said in contempt, small lopsided smile at his lips.
Myungsoo immediately stiffened, eyes widening to Sungyeol-size. He spat loudly, ‘He’s his cousin?’
Sunggyu began walking towards his class, with a somewhat evil grin on his face. ‘Didn’t Woohyun tell you? I assumed he did,’ Sunggyu mentioned, not at all thinking that Myungsoo would be mad at Woohyun in any way, whatsoever. (Cough.)
The death glare came back onto Myungsoo’s features and he muttered, ‘Hyun, you are dead to me.’
-
Lucky for Myungsoo, he had physics with Woohyun that period.
‘Ow,’ Woohyun exclaimed, shoving the younger student away, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?!’
Myungsoo hit the top of Woohyun’s head again, just like how Sunggyu would. It was evident that he learnt a trick or two, and being on the receiving end of such beatings had given him a good perspective. ‘Doojoon is his cousin,’ Myungsoo growled, finally relenting.
‘Yeah, so?’ Woohyun jeered.
Myungsoo repeated dumbly, ‘So…’
‘So you were jealous?’ Woohyun scoffed.
Myungsoo was going to retort and say he wasn’t, but even he knew he was jealous. It was pretty damn obvious, so obvious in fact that even Nam freaking Woohyun knew. ‘Shut up, Nam! Go kiss my brother’s ass or something,’ the younger boy snapped. He then heard his notification tone and looked at the screen of his mobile. ‘Speaking of my brother.’
Woohyun chuckled, ‘The fluffy devil.’
From: Gyu-hyung
I’m heading out after school. Mum’s coming home early but don’t you dare make her cook dinner
Myungsoo squeezed his eyes shut and made a pained noise. ‘Ahhh, I hate cooking,’ he sighed.
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AN\ Myungsoo is stupid... but he surely is one sexy bastard. And I bet you guys are really curious about Howon… I’m wondering if I’m going overboard with his backstory…
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Sixteen | 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)
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Myungsoo was just about to press the doorbell to Sungyeol’s house, when the door creaked open. Sungyeol’s house was double story, white with a red roof. His front yard was covered in colourful plants and climbing plants which were growing on wooden frames that were placed on the walls of the house. It looked very inviting and it almost seemed too over-the-top with the lawn ornaments and all. Myungsoo could’ve definitely imagined Sungyeol living here.
Speaking of Sungyeol, Sungyeol’s nose peaked through the gap in the door and he whispered hoarsely, ‘You can’t be here.’
Myungsoo laughed in amusement, ‘Why?’
The door opened a little more, just enough for Sungyeol to squeeze his face through and glare wildly at the younger boy. ‘My parents will kill you,’ he warned.
‘What do you mean?’
Sungyeol was getting impatient as he started talking faster. ‘My parents heard about your reputation!’ he hissed, ‘They’ll recognise you.’
Myungsoo aimed to push the door open wider and let himself in. ‘So? What could they do?’ he scoffed.
Sungyeol slapped him away and deadpanned dryly, ‘My dad’s an ex-marine and my mum once knocked out a robber with a spatula.’
The younger boy backed-off immediately and blinked.
‘Go, before they see me talking to you,’ Sungyeol sighed before closing the door in Myungsoo’s face.
Myungsoo stepped back and inspected the house, scanning every detail. He then devised a solution and smirked to himself, thinking, ‘Lee Sungyeol, you’ve spent enough time with me to know I am more capable than this.’
-
Dongwoo clicked his tongue. ‘So…’
He was sitting with Howon on the couch, both staring oddly at the switched-off television. Howon audibly cleared his throat and Dongwoo lit up when he thought Howon was going to say something. However, Howon re-closed his mouth and stayed silent. Dongwoo frowned.
‘Anything you want to talk about?’ Dongwoo sighed.
Howon shook his head, still staring at the screen without blinking.
Not giving up, Dongwoo came up with a plan. He snapped his fingers. ‘Okay… How about this?’ Dongwoo offered, ‘I’ll tell you a secret and you tell me yours.’
Howon tilted his head and contemplated the idea in this head. In this way, he would find a lot more about Dongwoo, right? It wasn’t exactly like he needed to know more about Dongwoo - Dongwoo talked about himself enough - but Howon was still interested in him. And he would be hypocritical if he only listened to Dongwoo’s secret and not tell Dongwoo any other his, right?
‘That seems fair,’ Howon agreed.
Dongwoo giggled a little and leaned into Howon’s ear, afraid some person with supernatural hearing would be able to hear him. After licking his lips, he was prepared to tell his first secret. ‘I don’t wear underwear to sleep,’ he whispered. It wasn’t exactly a secret, since Woohyun and Sungyeol knew - even his parents knew. But it definitely wasn’t common knowledge.
Howon scrunched his nose and nodded, proceeding with his secret and hoping it was of the same level of personal as Dongwoo’s. ‘I am biased towards Myungsoo over Sunggyu,’ he confessed.
‘Woah, that’s big!’ Dongwoo exclaimed, amazed by what he had just heard. Plus, Howon did seem to hang out with Sunggyu more than Myungsoo - Maybe Myungsoo’s sex drive had a part to play in it, but Myungsoo barely ever talked to Howon. ‘Why?’
‘Myungsoo’s more vulnerable. Sunggyu is the type to think ahead in his decisions and Myungsoo just doesn’t understand how to do that. I feel the need to help Sunggyu protect him,’ Howon explained. There was definitely logic behind his answer and it made Dongwoo kind of disappointed. (He wanted something juicy, not logical!)
He heaved a sigh and squeezed his eyes shut, wondering if it was okay to tell Howon his next secret. It was a big secret that not even his parents or older sister knew about. He clutched Howon’s hand for support as he carefully said, ‘My first crush was Little Bo Peep in Toy Story.’
Howon ducked his head and began laughing really, really hard.
‘Don’t laugh!’ Dongwoo chuckled, slapping the younger’s shoulder playfully.
Howon coughed and regained his composure with great difficulty. Dongwoo smiled because he had never seen Howon laugh so much and he was beginning to think spilling that embarrassing secret was worth it.
‘Sorry,’ Howon apologised, still biting back a smile.
‘It’s okay ‘cause you’re adorable,’ Dongwoo laughed and kissed his cheek. ‘Now your secret.’
There was a moment of quiet - Dongwoo just staring at Howon as his expression became wary, like he was nervous to say something. The older boy just let the moment of Howon’s mental battle draw out and didn’t say a word, waiting for Howon to go at his own pace.
‘I’ve never liked anyone before I met you.’
Howon’s pace was a lot faster than Dongwoo thought it was, however. Dongwoo’s eyes widened and he smiled widely, nodding and clearing his throat to keep his composure. Dongwoo teased as soon as Howon turned his head away, probably blushing, ‘So you liked me as soon as you met me?’
‘N - Not like that…’ Howon stammered, shaking his head vigorously. Dongwoo laughed again, nuzzling his face into Howon’s shoulder.
‘You want to know my secret now?’ he singsonged, ‘I like you too.’
Howon began choking on his own saliva.
-
Sungyeol had just finished brushing his teeth after a hot shower. His hair was wet and sticking up in all directions, semi-dry towel around his neck. While facing his window, he threw the yellow towel over his head and started drying roughly, leaning down a little as he did so. When he was satisfied, he struggled to slide the towel off, but got it off eventually.
What he saw made him want to throw the towel back on.
There was Myungsoo, standing on his window sill and tapping on the glass. Sungyeol started to panic, running around everywhere. He didn’t know what to do - Myungsoo was impatiently tapping away and he could hear his parents talking down stairs. Before even thinking, he loudly opened the window and Myungsoo collapsed in.
Sungyeol turned to scream at him. ‘WHAT THE -‘
‘Shh,’ Myungsoo hushed, hand over the older boy’s mouth. Smirking deviously, he whispered as he shifted his hands around Sungyeol’s waist, ‘We don’t want to get caught, right?’
‘What the hell are you doing here?!’ Sungyeol hissed back, trying to push him away.
Myungsoo pursed his lips and took his jacket off, letting it drop to the floor - It was too warm in Sungyeol’s room for a jacket. ‘I wouldn’t leave with you just shutting the door in my face,’ he claimed, making Sungyeol want to rip his hair out.
‘You wanna leave with me pushing you out the window instead?’ Sungyeol threatened, pushing him towards the open window to show he meant business. ‘Do a somersault if you can.’
Sadly, Myungsoo was strong enough to grab his wrists and pull them to his sides. ‘No, I want something much less painful,’ Myungsoo murmured, his voice low and dripping with tease and taunt.
Sungyeol knew what he was in for and just let it go. Myungsoo was kissing him, as he expected, and pulling him closer into his embrace. This kiss was a little different. This kiss involved tongue and Myungsoo was obvious experienced. His tongue swirled in slow circles, prodded at Sungyeol’s and swiped at the older boy’s bottom lip in slow, seductive movements.
Sungyeol’s eyes wouldn’t close fully - He was still a little apprehensive about where this was going. Myungsoo was being more proactive than usual (which was saying something) and pressed Sungyeol up against the panel of wall beside the still open window.
There was another wet kiss before Myungsoo pulled away, still close though. Sungyeol’s eyes were widened and his cheeks were pink, his lips red and glistening beautifully. Myungsoo smiled and kissed his soft neck, mumbling against the expanse of pale skin, ‘I missed you over the weekend… I should come visit you like this more often.’ He then pulled away completely and smiled that same smile that turned Sungyeol into bubbling goo on the inside.
‘See you at school tomorrow,’ he said before letting himself out of the window, stepping on the wooden frames so he wouldn’t fall and possibly break something - Something being a bone.
Sungyeol was in a daze for a moment and took a step forward. He then realised he stepped on Myungsoo’s jacket and that Myungsoo should probably take it with him. Since Myungsoo was still sluggishly climbing down, only his head and shoulders viewable from Sungyeol’s room, Sungyeol held it out to him.
Then they heard footsteps. Myungsoo panicked and started climbing down faster, refusing the jacket.
Sensing the danger as the footsteps and the sounds of creaking stairs grew louder, Sungyeol whispered hastily, ‘What are you doing?! Take it with you!’
‘Just give it to me tomorrow!’ Myungsoo retorted, his foot stuck in one of the holes.
‘Sungyeol, sweetie, who are you talking to?’
Sungyeol grunted a quick swear under his breath and slapped the top of Myungsoo’s head instead, returning the glare Myungsoo sent him afterwards. ‘You have to take it! My dad will know,’ he threatened.
Myungsoo scoffed, ‘How would he know? Just say it was a present or something.’
Sungyeol narrowed his eyes. ‘He can smell it’s not mine.’
‘Sungyeol, why aren’t you answering me?’
‘Son, answer your mother!’
‘Yeah Sungyeol! You’re not keeping a boyfriend up there, are you?’
‘SHUT UP, DAEYEOL!’
Myungsoo let out a huff and decided, ‘I’ll come back for it!’
He then climbed down until it was a safe height to jump, landing on some crunchy leaves. He froze at the noise and waited for death… However, it never came. And so he jumped over the wooden fence and ran as fast as he could because he heard someone ask Did you hear something outside? He sprinted without even catching a breath, until Sungyeol’s house was out of sight.
-
Sunggyu was designing flyers for the school’s upcoming talent show on his computer - Well, it was in a few months, next year actually, but his school was always thinking ahead. When he was just about to add the last of the details, he heard the front door slam shut and heavy footsteps up the stairs. Since he was curious as to why it sounded like Myungsoo put on fifty kilos, he went to find his brother in his room. Myungsoo was lying face down on the bed, his hair completely dishevelled and partially soaked with sweat.
‘Myungsoo,’ Sunggyu called softly, wondering if Myungsoo had passed out. When there was no answer, he went over and sat on the edge of the mattress, noticing the beads of sweat and dirt stains on his brother’s white tee. ‘Are you okay? You’re really sweating. What did you do?’
Myungsoo rolled over and grunted, ‘You really want to know what I did?’
‘Of course I do,’ Sunggyu chuckled, laughing at how red Myungsoo’s ears were.
Myungsoo immediately sat up and started making weird hand gestures, ranting, ‘Okay, so… It involved two Russian girls and a really big -‘
‘Forget it,’ Sunggyu barked, standing up and making his way towards the door. ‘Goodnight, you horny bastard.’
‘I need to get that jacket back…’ Myungsoo reminded himself, squeezing his eyes shut in order to think up a plan to get Sunggyu out of the house, so he could leave. He then smirked and said, ‘Hyung.’
Sunggyu turned around with a furrowed brow.
Myungsoo cleared his throat and started to look serious. ‘Have you talked to Hyun?’ he asked quietly.
‘Not since school… Why?’
Shaking his head, Myungsoo began to lie back down on the bed with a sigh, ‘Nothing.’
He had gained Sunggyu’s interest. Sunggyu crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. ‘Myungsoo, why?’ he questioned sternly.
‘At his house… I don’t know, but…’ Myungsoo began to babble in mock helplessness, ‘I’m seriously worried.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I can tell he’s hiding something and it’s something he shouldn’t be hiding,’ he stated, a completely serious look on his face, ‘When I talked to him on the phone, he sounded terrified and he kept saying I’m okay, I’m okay like he was in panic.’
Sunggyu nodded, processing the information in his head.
‘Hyung, I’m seriously worried,’ Myungsoo emphasised. ‘But I’m in no condition to help him at the moment.’
‘Why?’ Sunggyu snapped.
‘Like I said, two Russians and a really big -‘
‘Okay, okay!’ Sunggyu exclaimed, cringing. ‘Give me his address.’
Myungsoo grinned in his head.
-
It was midnight when Howon arrived home, quietly unlocking and opening the front door. He had ended up as Dongwoo’s pillow for a few hours. Talking and laughing and blurting out embarrassing secrets had Dongwoo worn out, so his head found refuge in Howon’s lap. Howon had spent the majority of the time watching Dongwoo sleep - And yes, it was as creepy as it sounds. Howon scanned over his every detail, listened to every sound he made. Soon enough, Howon felt himself drifting off as well. Before he could fall asleep completely, he shook his head and decided to wake the older boy up so he could go home. Dongwoo rolled onto the floor and mumbled something about Howon not leaving and sleeping with him. In a moment, Dongwoo fell back into a deep slumber on the floorboards and so Howon left, since he didn’t know what to do in that situation - He thought he would never be able to leave if Dongwoo were to wake up and trap him with childish threats.
As he walked towards the stairs of his house, he heard his mother’s familiar voice call him, ‘Lee Howon!’
He turned around and saw her stumbling towards him, unsteadily leaning against the wall with a glass of red wine in her hand and the bottle in the other.
‘My client today,’ she slurred, her eyes falling in and out of focus, ‘A really big dickface!’
Howon watched her for a little, ready to catch her if she were to pass out.
‘Who on earth leaves a big stash of money unintended, and lets his mentally broken girlfriend - of only two months, I might add - look after it when he’s on vacation?’ she laughed, shifting her glass towards Howon, some of the liquid spilling out onto the wooden floorboards. ‘Absurd right?’
Howon didn’t reply and waited, ignoring how her speech wasn’t making any sense.
‘What’s even worse is that I took the job,’ she chuckled, sculling down the rest of the glass. ‘What’s worstttt is that I won for him.’
Howon didn’t falter and stood idly at the base of the staircase.
‘I’m just that good, Howon!’ she sang, her voice off-tone and cracking from the alcohol. As she tilted her head back, aiming to drinking straight from the bottle, she stumbled backwards and Howon ran up to catch her. He hooked her from under the arms and brought her to her feet in a stable manner. ‘Miss Lee, you should stop drinking now,’ Howon advised.
‘What are you talking about?’ she giggled, hiccupping in between her words, ‘You know what they say about lawyers? All they do is take money, lecture, and drink until they pass out afterwards!’
Howon didn’t listen and instead, hauled her towards the couch, pushing her down onto it. She resisted, but had the strength to find her feet from giving in and making her sit on the plush cushions. Howon then carefully pried the empty glass and half-empty bottle from her hands and began walking to the kitchen. As he was pouring the rest of the wine down the drain, he heard his mother scold him weakly, ‘And Lee Howon, I’m your mother!’
Howon broke the glass in the sink and walked up stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.
-
By the time Sunggyu got out of the house, it had started raining heavily. According to how desperate Myungsoo sounded (His brother wasn’t worried over things very often.), it was too late to get an umbrella or raincoat. The street name in the address seemed familiar, so Sunggyu decided to just run there. It would save time over getting a taxi or borrowing Howon’s car anyway.
When he got to the address, he was standing in front of a grey/silver toned house. It was modern and asymmetrical, with tinted-blue windows and no plants. Just shortly-cut grass. It seemed almost too modern and practically new to the point it seemed sterile, like no one lived in there.
Sunggyu spent no time in wondering whether it was the right house or not and began banging on the front door - which was the only wooden component of the residence besides the wooden deck he was standing on. ‘Nam Woohyun, open the door!’ he called. There was no reply for only a moment, but Sunggyu continued with his hurried actions and loud voice. ‘You idiot, Nam Woohyun!’
The door opened and Woohyun was more than surprised. ‘Woah,’ he exclaimed before pulling Sunggyu into the house by his arm. Sunggyu almost tripped because Woohyun was working so fast. The next thing he knew was he was thrown onto the black leather couch, Woohyun’s fingers still tightly around his arm.
‘What the heck do you think you’re doing?!’ Woohyun growled, glaring down at the older student. Sunggyu was stunned for a second and just watched as Woohyun lectured furiously, ‘It’s nine degrees outside and you go outside in flimsy clothing, in the fucking rain?’
Sunggyu was about to open his mouth but Woohyun ran up the stairs, coming back with a couple of towels and a big blanket.
His teeth were clenched together as he forcefully draped a towel over Sunggyu’s shoulders and placed the other one over his head. He then covered him with the blanket and shouted angrily, ‘Why are you being so irresponsible?!’
Sunggyu just blinked at him in confusion. He then felt a shiver and realised he was drenched in rainwater. He was sniffling and his fingers felt numb around the blanket.
Woohyun heaved a sigh and began again, ‘What are you -‘
‘Wait,’ Sunggyu interrupted. He stood up to be face-to-face with Woohyun, sick of being yelled at. ‘Why did Myungsoo guilt me into coming here, and why are you acting like me when I lecture Myungsoo?!’
Woohyun scrunched up his nose and walked into the kitchen, which was themed around stainless steel and black or so it seemed. After turning on the kettle, Woohyun retrieved a cup and snapped, ‘Myungsoo told you to come here? How the bloody hell should I know?’
Sunggyu then narrowed his eyes at the door and started stomping towards it, pissed off already. ‘He’s dead,’ he muttered. Woohyun ran and grabbed him again, pressing his fingertips into Sunggyu’s exposed forearm.
‘You’re not going anywhere,’ he snarled, voice low and deep. Sunggyu did nothing but glare and Woohyun finally realised that he was leaning in too close, that he was able to feel Sunggyu’s hot breath on the tip of his nose. He let go and stepped back, clearing his throat. Sunggyu noticeably softened and tugged the blanket closer to himself.
‘You’re freezing and the storm is getting worse,’ Woohyun argued, ‘Paran can’t have its SBP sick.’
Sunggyu nodded in defeat and paced back to the couch, dropping himself onto it.
Woohyun awkwardly went back to the open kitchen and poured the steaming water into the mug, dunking the tea bag up and down. ‘It’s too dark outside anyway, something might happen,’ he added.
Sunggyu rolled his eyes and mentioned sarcastically, leaning back into the plush leather, ‘You surely treat your guests like they are capable individuals.’
Woohyun placed the hot tea onto the glass coffee table with a clink. ‘This isn’t your neighbourhood. This neighbourhood is home to West campus, don’t you remember?’ Woohyun reminded in a warning tone of voice.
Sunggyu retorted in exasperation, ‘We live in the same neighbourhood! East campus is practically a road away from West!’
‘Why did the chicken cross the road?’ the younger boy barked.
Sunggyu slumped into the couch and blew the hair out of his eyes, knowing he wouldn’t win. ‘Because his brother is a devious little brat,’ Sunggyu mumbled, pouting cutely.
Upon seeing Sunggyu’s annoyance, Woohyun instantly warmed-up. ‘I’ll get you home when it clears up a little,’ he said.
Sunggyu never missed his opportunity to correct Woohyun’s speech. ‘You mean you’ll take me home.’
‘And you call me petty, Mr Kim,’ Woohyun laughed.
‘I’m sorry for being petty when it comes to fluent language, which just happens to be something you lack.’ Sunggyu supplied that gorgeous smirk and Woohyun bit back a smile.
This was going to be interesting.
‘I’ll go turn the heater up,’ Woohyun said, walking off.
Sunggyu stayed over at Woohyun’s house for about an hour. They spent the duration of that time arguing about useless things, petty things, that they would laugh about afterwards. Sunggyu had stopped shivering and no longer needed the blanket and towels to keep him warm and dry. Woohyun had stopped being pissed at Sunggyu for being so reckless and instead was teasing him for believing his con artist of a brother. When Woohyun went to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate, Sunggyu walked around and explored the living room, peering through the corridors from a distance. Woohyun’s house was very generic, in Sunggyu’s opinion. Not generic-generic, but magazine spread generic. It was clean cut and all the furniture looked almost brand-new and untouched. It looked like a house during an inspection and tour from the real estate agent. There was absolutely nothing homely about Woohyun’s house. It was absurdly clean - There wasn’t a spot of dirt or dust on the wooden side table or coffee table or television. No paintings, no photos, and most importantly no people. Sunggyu wondered if Woohyun lived alone - Is that what he meant by not having any parents?
Woohyun then walked in with two cups in his hands and Sunggyu smiled in appreciation, taking the offered mug and taking a whiff of the bitter chocolate. The younger student smiled at the sound of Sunggyu sipping his drink, swearing when it was too hot for his tongue to bear. The blanket had somehow ended up over both their shoulders, even though it wasn’t even cold indoors, and they were so relaxed it seemed almost dream-like. Woohyun made a stupid joke and Sunggyu glared at him from under his lashes, making Woohyun laugh and bump their shoulders together playfully.
Weirdly enough, the hour Sunggyu was at his house was the only period that Woohyun thought his house was home.
After the rain stopped, they decided to part. Woohyun drove Sunggyu home in silence - It was only a short drive after all - and Sunggyu left coldly, without a goodbye. Woohyun cursed to himself as he watched Sunggyu enter his house without turning back. He was still getting use to Sunggyu’s abruptness.
-
‘Shit, this isn’t good,’ Myungsoo sighed, stopping and staring in the middle of the hallway. Sungyeol was walking beside him and stopped too, looking oddly at the despondent expression on the younger boy’s face.
‘What?’ Sungyeol mumbled curiously, following Myungsoo’s sight and observing what he was looking at.
He was looking at his brother with Woohyun. Woohyun was acting like an idiot again and Sunggyu was scoffing at him, flipping him off. They continued to bicker like that for a while; it wasn’t serious bickering, it was actually rather playful with a few laughs here and there.
‘WooGyu’s history,’ Myungsoo concluded dejectedly, letting out another sigh.
Sungyeol rose an eyebrow. ‘What do you mean?’
Myungsoo began walking again, exclaiming in exasperation, ‘Isn’t it obvious? Woohyun’s friend-zoned!’
Sungyeol took another look at the two. Woohyun was saying something dirty again and Sunggyu was rolling his eyes. ‘They’re flirting!’ Sungyeol argued.
‘Woohyun flirts with anyone,’ Myungsoo scoffed. ‘I can’t believe my plan didn’t work…’
‘Your plans never work!’ Sungyeol barked, earning a sneer and a pinch to his side. He then added, as they walked passed Sunggyu and Woohyun, ‘And he doesn’t flirt with me.’
Myungsoo’s voice immediately lowered as he informed darkly, ‘If he flirts with you, friend or not, he’s dead.’
Sungyeol started hiccupping.
-
‘Woah…’ Sungjong examined the piece of paper in awe. There was an intricate design done in black fine-liner, loaded with precision and detail that had Sungjong staring. He was looking over Yongguk’s shoulder, at his half-finished piece. It was no wonder why he was passing art - Yongguk was indeed very talented. Yongguk smiled awkwardly as Sungjong complimented him, ‘That’s incredible!’
‘Really?’ he laughed, trying his best to keep his humble state.
Sungjong sat in the seat beside him, waiting for the teacher to arrive for their music theory club. Yongguk was doodling and he honestly didn’t think much of it, but Sungjong sounded exceptionally impressed.
‘Are you going to be a tattoo artist?’ the younger boy asked.
Yongguk scoffed, ‘What? Are you saying I can’t be a regular artist?’
‘No!’ Sungjong denied in annoyance. ‘You just look like a typical tattoo artist.’
‘Even though I have no tattoos myself?’ Yongguk chuckled, quirking an eyebrow.
‘Just - Ugh! Forget it,’ Sungjong huffed, slumping into the wooden chair.
Yongguk pouted and returned to his drawing. ‘Sorry,’ he mumbled.
Sungjong giggled a little. ‘You need to stop apologising.’
‘Sor - Never mind.’
‘Dumbass.’
-
Straight after fifth period ended, Myungsoo found Sungyeol on his expert-level radar and practically jumped onto the older boy. Sungyeol screamed as loud as he could and then felt Myungsoo’s arms hugging around him tightly, his body being rocked back and forth.
‘Myungsoo, stop this!’ Sungyeol wailed, trying to get the younger’s hands off of him.
‘You obvious like it though,’ Myungsoo chuckled beside his ear.
Sungyeol began nudging him with his elbow and whining, ‘I need to go to class.’
With a massive pout, Myungsoo reluctantly let him go and tried to guilt trip him with a disappointed face. Sungyeol didn’t fall for it - Myungsoo wondered if he was really that bad at acting cutesy.
Sungyeol saw someone amongst all the students and called out, ‘Doojoon!’
Doojoon turned around in confusion and smiled upon seeing his cousin. ‘Hey Yeol,’ he greeted, Sungyeol running up to him and throwing an arm around his shoulders. The two then proceeded to their class, leaving Myungsoo behind to grumble to himself in obvious jealousy.
Sunggyu then appeared out of nowhere - He always had the best timing. ‘Myungsoo, don’t be an idiot,’ Sunggyu scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval.
That cold, dark glare was back on Myungsoo’s face and he snapped his head to the left, piercing deep into his brother’s eyes. ‘What do you mean?’ he questioned lowly, his voice rich and just asking for a fight.
‘You know Doojoon is just Sungyeol’s cousin, don’t you?’ Sunggyu said in contempt, small lopsided smile at his lips.
Myungsoo immediately stiffened, eyes widening to Sungyeol-size. He spat loudly, ‘He’s his cousin?’
Sunggyu began walking towards his class, with a somewhat evil grin on his face. ‘Didn’t Woohyun tell you? I assumed he did,’ Sunggyu mentioned, not at all thinking that Myungsoo would be mad at Woohyun in any way, whatsoever. (Cough.)
The death glare came back onto Myungsoo’s features and he muttered, ‘Hyun, you are dead to me.’
-
Lucky for Myungsoo, he had physics with Woohyun that period.
‘Ow,’ Woohyun exclaimed, shoving the younger student away, ‘What the hell is wrong with you?!’
Myungsoo hit the top of Woohyun’s head again, just like how Sunggyu would. It was evident that he learnt a trick or two, and being on the receiving end of such beatings had given him a good perspective. ‘Doojoon is his cousin,’ Myungsoo growled, finally relenting.
‘Yeah, so?’ Woohyun jeered.
Myungsoo repeated dumbly, ‘So…’
‘So you were jealous?’ Woohyun scoffed.
Myungsoo was going to retort and say he wasn’t, but even he knew he was jealous. It was pretty damn obvious, so obvious in fact that even Nam freaking Woohyun knew. ‘Shut up, Nam! Go kiss my brother’s ass or something,’ the younger boy snapped. He then heard his notification tone and looked at the screen of his mobile. ‘Speaking of my brother.’
Woohyun chuckled, ‘The fluffy devil.’
From: Gyu-hyung
I’m heading out after school. Mum’s coming home early but don’t you dare make her cook dinner
Myungsoo squeezed his eyes shut and made a pained noise. ‘Ahhh, I hate cooking,’ he sighed.
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AN\ Myungsoo is stupid... but he surely is one sexy bastard. And I bet you guys are really curious about Howon… I’m wondering if I’m going overboard with his backstory…
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