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Eighteen | 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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‘It’s been a while since we all sat together, huh?’ Woohyun mentioned, scanning the boys sitting at the lunch table at the cafeteria.
‘Yeah, it’s kinda strange,’ Dongwoo laughed awkwardly upon seeing everyone glance at each other around the table. Howon nodded along by his side.
Sunggyu immediately smirked upon seeing them from across the table and mentioned sinfully, ‘I find it especially out of the ordinary that you and Howon are not having your own little adventure in the gymnasium.’
Dongwoo choked on his sandwich and Howon stiffened at Sunggyu’s words.
Everyone else on the table started laughing as Sunggyu asked, looking pointedly at Howon, his head tilting a little, ‘I’m more observant than you give me credit for, aren’t I, Howon?’
‘Student body president sees all,’ Woohyun chuckled, trying to sneak his arm over Sunggyu’s shoulders by pretending to stretch. Sunggyu knew it was coming and pushed his face away, making Woohyun’s arm retreat.
‘Yes, I do see all,’ Sunggyu agreed, eyes narrowing at Myungsoo across the table. ‘I’ve also noticed that Myungsoo and Sungyeol have been acting especially fond of each other these past weeks.’
Myungsoo and Sungyeol glanced at each other before turning away, Sungyeol blushing like crazy. Myungsoo had a bashful smile as he said, ‘Well, you’re correct, hyung.’
The other began whistling, laughing at how Sungyeol blushed harder and groaned, burying his face into his arms on the table.
Sunggyu didn’t waver and commented, ‘Oh so you’re acting fond of each other?’
Upon almost being caught out by Sunggyu, Myungsoo’s eyes widened at Sunggyu’s knowing expression.
Dongwoo laughed rather nervously at the glaring and the thick quiet. ‘What’s with all the interrogation? Myungsoo and Sungyeol like each other, right?’ he chuckled, leaning into Howon’s arm comfortably, ‘Sunggyu, it’s you and Woohyun who are the problem.’
Mentally, Myungsoo thanked Dongwoo for changing the subject. It was a relief.
‘Hyung, I’m disappointed!’ Sungjong exclaimed before looking scornfully at Woohyun, on the other side of Sunggyu. ‘You can do so much better than Woohyun.’
Woohyun snapped, offended, ‘Hey!’
There was a playful smile on Sunggyu’s lips as he looked at Woohyun beside him. ‘Sungjong, I really do plan to,’ he replied teasingly.
Matching his smile, Woohyun asked whiningly, ‘Why aren’t I good enough for you, SBP?’
‘How is it that I should know what’s wrong with you?’ Sunggyu countered.
Woohyun answered lowly, his voice richer and deeper than usual, ‘Because with been talking for hours every night.’
The other boys began to catcall and whistle in encouragement, giggling to themselves.
Sunggyu licked his lips and retorted mockingly, ‘You must be really messed up if I can’t work it out after so long then.’
The boys began to laugh, watching the way Sunggyu and Woohyun were glaring at each other. Sungyeol honestly hated it. He placed his hands over his ears for some reason and wailed, ‘All the flirting is killing me!’
Myungsoo secretly wrapped an arm around Sungyeol’s waist. ‘But you like flirting,’ he argued.
‘NO I DON’T, YOU BUTTHEAD,’ Sungyeol shouted. He then turned to Dongwoo beside him and continued to shout, ‘AND WHY IS DONGWOO BEING QUIET?!’
Dongwoo lifted his head and hissed, ‘You guys talk so fast I can’t even get a word in!’
‘Where is Yongguk, by the way?’ Woohyun mentioned, noticing Sungjong without his so-called boyfriend.
The youngest shrugged. ‘I don’t know. Probably sick or skip -‘ He then saw the side-glance Sunggyu gave him and corrected nervously, ‘I mean, he’s probably sick.’
Dongwoo randomly (It wasn’t exactly surprising, since it was Dongwoo.) changed the subject, ‘What are you guys going to do for Christmas?’
‘Christmas isn’t for another month and a half,’ Woohyun droned, not really fond of the holiday season.
Sungyeol felt dread wash over him and he instantly knew Myungsoo was up to something. He had developed the sense and the instinct to detect Myungsoo’s perviness and he just knew Myungsoo was going to be inappropriate. When Myungsoo’s warm hand slid horizontally over Sungyeol’s lower back, Sungyeol shot him a warning glare. Myungsoo didn’t relent and shifted his hand to Sungyeol’s upper thigh, squeezing it teasingly, until his hand slid further in… Sungyeol’s whole body jolted.
‘AH - I LIKE CHRISTMAS,’ Sungyeol screamed all of a sudden. The others looked at him with risen eyebrows. ‘I LIKE CHRISTMAS…’
Myungsoo laughed quietly into his sleeve, retracting his hand.
After scratching his head in confusion, Dongwoo leaned back into Howon’s arm and mumbled lazily, ‘Howon, what are you planning to do for Christmas?’
Howon looked over at Sunggyu and Sungjong, who were both looking at him blankly.
‘I don’t have any plans yet,’ he replied.
-
Sungjong hadn’t spoken to or texted Yongguk all day. It was even weirder that Yongguk hadn’t called or texted him first. He was in class, politics class, and he really shouldn’t have been texting.
But he did anyway because Yongguk was a bad influence.
To: Fuck Yongguk
Are you sick?
The teacher eyed Sungjong suspiciously so he snuck his phone back into his pocket when she wasn’t looking. He decided it was best not to check the text message he’d just received for ten minutes - since class was ending in ten minutes.
From: Fuck Yongguk
No
Sungjong leaned against the wall and replied to the text, tilting his head at how simple and unhelpful the response was.
To: Fuck Yongguk
Skipping?
Sungjong frowned at the screen.
From: Fuck Yongguk
No
Sungjong began walking to his next class, which was physics with Woohyun, Howon and Myungsoo. Yongguk was being incredibly vague and it was somewhat irritating. Sungjong was never a patient person and he was straightforward, blunt. He liked to get straight to the point and he never beat around the bush.
To: Fuck Yongguk
Then why aren’t you at school?
As he walked up to Howon and Myungsoo who were standing by the classroom door, he peeked at the new text and froze, reading it over and over again.
From: Fuck Yongguk
I’m at the hospital
Woohyun came over, greeting with a hey and an unreturned fist bump with Howon. He then saw Sungjong staring blankly at his phone and furrowed his brow, ruffling the other’s hair to get his attention. ‘What’s up, kid?’ he asked in concern.
Without answering Woohyun’s question, Sungjong clicked on Yongguk’s number and called him. ‘What room are you in?’ he questioned in a trembling voice, not sure what was going on.
Myungsoo finally looked over at the youngest and rose an eyebrow.
‘Okay… I’ll be there after school,’ he said, before putting his phone back into his pocket.
Sungjong was quiet the whole class.
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It was the end of Sunggyu’s free period and as he was walking to chemistry, he caught sight of Sungyeol leaving his own chemistry class and making his way to visual communication. Sunggyu thought fondly, ‘I’m sure Sungyeol is an exceptionally abstract artist,’ before calling Sungyeol to turn around.
The second Sungyeol heard Sunggyu’s all-too-familiar voice, he spun around on his heel and looked over at the older student with an innocent face. This made Sunggyu want to sigh in exasperation - Myungsoo just had to mess with the cutest, most innocent being in the school… Okay, Sunggyu was just guessing that his brother was just playing, but it was a very educated guessing.
Sunggyu walked over with a small smile and remarked smoothly, ‘I hope you are handling my brother well.’
Sungyeol pouted a little. ‘I’m trying, but he’s really annoying,’ he deadpanned dryly.
There was a pause before Sunggyu decided to inspect Sungyeol. He scanned over his dishevelled hair and jutted bottom lip, his big sketch book that was drawn all over, the paper crane on top of it… Sunggyu tipped his head to the side. ‘Are you starting to trust him?’ he questioned.
Sunggyu’s eyes widened. ‘No!’ he denied strongly.
Shaking his head, Sunggyu reached over the edge of Sungyeol’s book and picked up the crane with the tips of his fingers, examining how it was made out of a blue napkin from the cafeteria. Sunggyu scoffed before advising, ‘I think you are and I think you should be particularly careful.’
Sungyeol looked to the ground and nodded. ‘I will, hyung,’ he mumbled.
The older of the two immediately softened and gently patted Sungyeol’s shoulder after placing the crane back. ‘Sungyeol,’ he sighed. ‘If anything you don’t think should happen, happens, tell me. I’ll deal with him.’
Sunggyu’s eyes unconsciously scanned over him again and then they stopped at Sungyeol’s feet. Furry high-top sneakers.
Sungyeol explained, noticing the quirked eyebrow, ‘Dongwoo gave them to me.’
Sunggyu nodded and didn’t ask further. There were a few more pats to Sungyeol’s shoulder, a little harder this time, and Sunggyu walked away to his sixth period class.
After Sungyeol’s art class had drawled passed - Yongguk wasn’t there and therefore it was the most boring lesson ever - Sungyeol threw his things into his locker and closed it just before his belongings tumbled out like a landslide. (He had gotten pretty good at not making a mess. Years of practice were involved in this skill.) After that, he ran off to his bus stop, excited to get home and grab the remote before his brother, Daeyeol, did.
When he got on the first bus he saw, he took an empty seat by the window and stared through the uncleaned glass. As the bus took off, he started to think about Sunggyu’s warnings and how he should really take them to heart.
Myungsoo was dangerous - he heard all the stories. Whether they were exaggerations or not was beside the point. Myungsoo knew how to toy with people, or so the students in his physical education and accounting classes said. Everyone he had talked to were very passionate about staying away from Kim Myungsoo unless they wanted to be hooked. Sungyeol didn’t think he was hooked and he could shake off Myungsoo if he really tried, but when Myungsoo was right there beside him or in front of him or behind him, every little warning in Sungyeol’s head was no longer the priority. Myungsoo had a way of messing with his head, making him feel so wanted and so freaking special that he didn’t know what to do when Myungsoo was there, calling him baby and hugging him tightly and whispering to him sweet nothings.
The optimistic component of Sungyeol’s personality told him that Myungsoo really did like him and that Myungsoo was willing to change for him. But then his pessimistic, or rather his realistic, component would slap him across the face for believing so.
He really didn’t know what to do. The more he saw Myungsoo, the more he didn’t think about Myungsoo’s reputation, the more he forgot what Sunggyu told him.
From: BUTTHEAD -o-
See you tonight! Make sure to keep your window open~ <3
Sungyeol started banging his head against the bus window. Could Myungsoo be any more annoying?
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Sunggyu called Woohyun again that night, a little later than usual since he had some homework. He made sure to do it first so he wouldn’t forget after getting carried away with insulting Woohyun over the phone.
After the first ring, Sunggyu heard Woohyun’s cheesy voice: ‘Hey cutie.’
Sunggyu rolled his eyes. ‘Bye, Woohyun.’
Maybe Woohyun could hear how close Sunggyu was to hanging up as he said frantically, ‘Wait, wait! I’m kidding.’
It was obvious that Woohyun was a tad bit submissive and that only made Sunggyu laugh because he was meant to be West campus’s greatest badass or whatnot. Wasn’t Nam Woohyun meant to be the guy every gay Paraner wanted, or so the juniors stated?
Woohyun cooed, glad Sunggyu didn’t cut him off, ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing’s wrong. Just wanted to talk…’
‘What did you want to talk about?’
Sunggyu copied Woohyun’s dumb tone, ‘I don’t know.’
There was a moment of comfortable silence before Woohyun said softly, ‘Look out your window.’
Since he was already on his balcony, Sunggyu merely lifted his head up and gazed at the dark night sky, inhaling the cool autumn air. ‘I’m looking,’ he uttered, still looking at the deep blues and blacks.
Sunggyu heard a sigh of admiration from the other line. ‘The stars are really pretty tonight,’ the younger boy mentioned.
Sunggyu snorted, ‘Oh Romeo, you make me want to throw up.’
‘I’m just trying to be romantic!’ Woohyun snapped.
‘Trying is the key word.’
Woohyun grunted unhappily, probably tugging at his hair and throwing things at his wall, ‘You’re really hard to please.’
‘Why do you want to please me?’ Sunggyu questioned teasingly, running his fingers across the wooden balcony railing, waiting for an answer with a playful grin.
Woohyun countered with the same tone, ‘Why do you make me want to please you?’
‘Do you always have to reply with a question?’ Sunggyu retorted, not backing down.
Breaking the questioning streak, Woohyun offered, ‘No. I can reply with flirting if you’d like.’
‘Questions are fine,’ Sunggyu said simply, shaking his head at how unbelievably shameless Woohyun was. Didn’t he have a lot of pride a few months ago?
Woohyun groaned in mock disappointment, ’You’re no fun.’
Sunggyu turned around and leaned his lower back against the railing, phone still pressed against his ear. ‘It’s not that I’m not fun, it’s just that I don’t want you to embarrass yourself,’ he taunted, feeling more immature by the second.
Woohyun exclaimed, ‘Ah, this sounds like a challenge.’
‘Well, it…’ Sunggyu then sensed someone looking at him, hearing loud panting. He looked up to see a very tired Myungsoo with massive gashes all over his legs, his pants ripped and dirt all over his clothes. Sunggyu muttered quietly, ‘Sorry, I have to go.’
‘Why?’
Sunggyu explained with a sigh before hanging up without a goodbye, ‘I became a parent at fourteen years old.’
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‘What the hell are you doing here?!’ Sungyeol hissed, swinging open his window and letting Myungsoo fall into his room with a thud.
‘I just wanted to see you,’ Myungsoo mumbled, trying to pull off Sungyeol’s specialty - the watery doe eyes that no one could say no to.
Sungyeol didn’t fall for it and Myungsoo really started to believe he was hopeless at being cute.
‘You see me every school day!’ Sungyeol argued.
Myungsoo took a few paces forward, making Sungyeol step back. ‘I guess I want to see you every school night too,’ Myungsoo whispered lowly, his voice deep. The possessive glint in his dark eyes made Sungyeol swallow and step back further, only making Myungsoo step forward more. Sungyeol’s butt eventually came in contact with his desk: a dead end. Myungsoo smirked seductively and placed his hands on the expanse of the wooden desk, on either side of Sungyeol’s body. Sungyeol turned his head and blushed promptly, biting his bottom lip. Myungsoo took the opportunity to leave fluttering kisses up his neck, until his lips reached Sungyeol’s ear. Before Sungyeol could recollect his thoughts, Myungsoo whispered hotly, full of want, ‘And I want to kiss you.’
All of Sungyeol’s thoughts vanished into thin air.
As he expected, Myungsoo’s soft lips came in contact with his. Myungsoo’s lips moved in slow, unhurried movements as his nimble hands glided across Sungyeol’s back. Sungyeol’s eyelids fluttered and he couldn’t help but kiss back, secretly wanting to tug at Myungsoo’s shirt and keep him close, wanting to feel Myungsoo’s body heat on his. Myungsoo tilted his head at the perfect angle, his tongue freely invading Sungyeol’s opened mouth, through his parted red lips. Myungsoo’s tongue swirled in slow circles, making Sungyeol insane at the teasing. The tongue then moved in and out of the hot mouth, swiping against Sungyeol’s sensitive lips with every movement. Myungsoo eventually found the need to press himself closer against the older boy, his arms wrapping around tightly, almost greedily around his waist until Sungyeol was flush against him. Sungyeol’s slim fingers made their way into Myungsoo’s messy hair, making the latter smirk at how much Sungyeol was enjoying this.
While kissing, they forgot about the world. They forgot that Sungyeol’s oblivious parents and very suspicious brother were downstairs and could come into his unlocked room any second and ruin everything.
Soon they remembered to breathe and therefore pulled away, finding fascination in the two strands of saliva between them and how they broke. Myungsoo swiped at Sungyeol’s glistening bottom lip and the older student flushed, wrapping his arms around Myungsoo’s neck and resting his chin on his shoulder to hide his reddened face. Myungsoo chuckled breathlessly, hugging him back and kissing his hair.
‘See you tomorrow, babe,’ Myungsoo whispered, slowly letting the embrace fall apart. Sungyeol was staring blankly at him until he felt Myungsoo’s hand pet his hair comfortingly, that stupid lopsided smile which made Sungyeol practically squeal inside on his face.
Sungyeol took a step back, finding it a little hard to breathe with Myungsoo so close to him. As he step back onto his heel, his backside hit the desk again and made one of the legs give way, making the desk tilt and making the books on his desk slam onto the floor. Sungyeol and Myungsoo immediately looked at each other in fear.
‘Sungyeol, what was that?! Are you okay?’
Sungyeol hissed, shoving Myungsoo towards the window, ‘Go!’
His mother didn’t here an answer and therefore resumed shouting, ‘Sungyeol!’
Myungsoo only just started climbing down and the footsteps were quickly getting louder. Sungyeol was panicking and didn’t think before he shouted back, ‘Don’t come in here!’
‘Why not? What are you doing, young man?!’
Myungsoo shot him a glare and Sungyeol glared back. Before they knew it, the doorknob was being turned and Myungsoo’s reflexes told him to jump.
Yep. Bad idea.
He fell into the bushes painfully, his legs beginning to kill him. Myungsoo carefully stood up with a groan, taking his time… He then heard Sungyeol’s dad’s voice.
‘What the hell was that?’
After jumping the fence, Myungsoo sprinted all the way home, bleeding and hurting everywhere.
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‘What did you do?’ Sunggyu asked dryly, raising an eyebrow.
He was standing above Myungsoo who was sitting on the couch with his injured legs propped up. Sunggyu was cleaning the blood so he could apply disinfectant and bandages.
‘I tripped….’
Sunggyu gave him a threatening look, pressing the cotton bud a little painfully into Myungsoo’s wound to get him talking.
‘…From a two storey building,’ Myungsoo added quietly.
‘Myungsoo!’ Sunggyu scolded, ‘What on earth possessed you to jump off a building?’
Myungsoo retorted, ‘I didn’t jump. I was climbing and I just -‘
‘Dear God, Myungsoo, you know stalking isn’t -‘
‘I wasn’t stalking!’ Myungsoo groaned, rubbing his face tiredly. He winced a little as Sunggyu mopped up a particularly deep and sore gash, carefully prying off the scraped off skin and cleaning off the dirt. Myungsoo explained through gritted teeth, attempting to not be a baby about this, ‘I just thought someone was in danger.’ Yeah, someone like himself.
His brother was being vague, but Sunggyu didn’t really want to know. Myungsoo was always dealing with something complicated and brain-hurting. Sunggyu eventually learnt to let Myungsoo do whatever and save them both the effort of talking these things through.
‘Well, you are going to get some pretty proud-looking battle scars,’ Sunggyu scoffed, pouring some disinfectant onto a clean cotton bud.
Myungsoo was going to say something dickhead-like about how chicks love scars, but the disinfectant interrupted him. ‘Ow! Hyung, that hurts!’ he exclaimed, throwing his head back at the stinging sensation.
‘Says the idiot who just fell from two storeys,’ Sunggyu deadpanned in irony.
-
‘Pack your things, son,’ Dongwoo’s father reminded as he walked passed his room.
Dongwoo threw his comic book aside and ran to the doorway in confusion. ‘Why?’
‘We’re visiting your aunt from Vancouver until the 11th,’ he clarified with a quizzical raise of an eyebrow. He then shook his head and muttered, ‘Don’t you remember? Is there some gay boy distracting you lately?’
‘Dad, you never told me!’ Dongwoo wailed in exasperation, hitting the side of his head on the doorframe in annoyance, ‘And didn’t you visit her already? Why do I have to go?’
His father scratched his chin and looked towards the ceiling, pondering deeply. ‘Ha… I thought I did tell you.’ He replied meekly, uncaringly almost, ‘And your aunt wants to see how much you’ve grown. You know your aunt, she always gets what she wants.’
Dongwoo frowned and trudged back to his bed, collapsing into the covers. He hated going to his aunt’s! There were balls of wool everywhere and she had cats that smelt like dead cats.
Dongwoo’s father added in a laid-back manner, ‘Go pack your bags and say goodbye to your friends. Don’t worry, you’ll be back in about two weeks.’
Dongwoo rolled over and pressed the pillow over his face.
‘I’m sure this gay boy will wait for you.’
‘Dad!’
-
‘Howon.’ Miss Lee waved Howon over to the dining room. Howon took a seat opposite her and looked at her in intrigue. She had documents spread across the table, mug of lukewarm coffee staining one of the photocopies. ‘I’m prosecuting a boy around your age; he’s twenty-one this year. I need your help,’ she began, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose.
‘Help?’
She continued, skimming over a few documents, ‘His ex-girlfriend’s twenty-six and she assaulted him with a broken vase after they had an argument. My question is, do you think he would’ve used violence on her if she did not inflict violence first?’
Howon leaned back into the chair and tipped his head. His mother was looking intently at him. ‘I think it depends on who the plaintiff and the defendant are, how they normally react and how they normally process things. It’s all in a matter of getting to know your client and observing their usual behaviour,’ he replied unwaveringly, ‘In my opinion, just from hearing what you’ve told me, you are going to win for the wrong side.’
He then stood up and began walking away, towards the staircase, his hands finding the pockets of his school blazer.
‘It’s not the first time that you’ve won for the wrong side.’
-
After school had ended, Sungjong immediately took the quickest bus to the hospital. With the help of the nurses, he found the intensive care ward and soon the room Yongguk told him to go to. He found Yongguk sitting at the seats against the wall, the door to the room right next to him. Sungjong sat down beside him and just stared at the polished, white floor for a few moments. Yongguk was leaning forward, with his elbows on his thighs. He was staring at the floor too, not saying a word.
Sungjong calmly looked over at the older boy and quirked his lip. ‘You okay?’ he questioned, gently running his fingers against Yongguk’s hand.
Yongguk intertwined their fingers and began tearing up.
‘Yeah, I’m okay.’
Sungjong didn’t believe him, but remained quiet.
-
‘Is something wrong?’
Recess was rather different the next day. Dongwoo was sitting still and being so utterly silent that even Howon opened his mouth first.
Dongwoo pulled his knees to his chest and pouted angrily. ‘I’m going to Vancouver tonight,’ he whined.
Howon found Dongwoo’s dislike towards the idea of going to Canada rather strange because Dongwoo was usually very optimistic, Howon noticed, and he always made the best out of every situation he was placed in. ‘Is that necessarily a bad thing?’ Howon asked.
‘Yes! I have to stay with my aunt and she smells like cat food!’ Dongwoo complained, slumping back into the chair, ‘Plus, I won’t be able to see you for two weeks… and you type slow, so it’s going to be hard for you to talk to me over instant message.’
Howon shook his head in denial. ‘I don’t type slow.’
‘Fifty words a minute is slow!’
Dongwoo then lied down with his head in Howon’s lap again.
‘Are you going to miss me?’
‘Possibly,’ Howon replied, unfazed.
‘Yes or no, are you going to miss me?’
‘Yes.’
Dongwoo let out a burst of crocodile tears. ‘Lee Howon, I’ll miss you too!’ he howled miserably, tugging Howon down by the neck to “hug” him at a very uncomfortable angle. ‘Can’t you sneak into my suitcase?’
‘That’s not legal,’ Howon mentioned, not understanding it was a joke.
Dongwoo blinked at him before patting the side of his face. ‘I’ll get you a souvenir.’
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AN\ Hey guys! Just for fun, for all comments on this chapter, I will reply as Myungsoo. Threaten, fangirl and/or spazz at all you want. I will reply to you as Kim Myungsoo from Collide ;P
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Eighteen | 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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‘It’s been a while since we all sat together, huh?’ Woohyun mentioned, scanning the boys sitting at the lunch table at the cafeteria.
‘Yeah, it’s kinda strange,’ Dongwoo laughed awkwardly upon seeing everyone glance at each other around the table. Howon nodded along by his side.
Sunggyu immediately smirked upon seeing them from across the table and mentioned sinfully, ‘I find it especially out of the ordinary that you and Howon are not having your own little adventure in the gymnasium.’
Dongwoo choked on his sandwich and Howon stiffened at Sunggyu’s words.
Everyone else on the table started laughing as Sunggyu asked, looking pointedly at Howon, his head tilting a little, ‘I’m more observant than you give me credit for, aren’t I, Howon?’
‘Student body president sees all,’ Woohyun chuckled, trying to sneak his arm over Sunggyu’s shoulders by pretending to stretch. Sunggyu knew it was coming and pushed his face away, making Woohyun’s arm retreat.
‘Yes, I do see all,’ Sunggyu agreed, eyes narrowing at Myungsoo across the table. ‘I’ve also noticed that Myungsoo and Sungyeol have been acting especially fond of each other these past weeks.’
Myungsoo and Sungyeol glanced at each other before turning away, Sungyeol blushing like crazy. Myungsoo had a bashful smile as he said, ‘Well, you’re correct, hyung.’
The other began whistling, laughing at how Sungyeol blushed harder and groaned, burying his face into his arms on the table.
Sunggyu didn’t waver and commented, ‘Oh so you’re acting fond of each other?’
Upon almost being caught out by Sunggyu, Myungsoo’s eyes widened at Sunggyu’s knowing expression.
Dongwoo laughed rather nervously at the glaring and the thick quiet. ‘What’s with all the interrogation? Myungsoo and Sungyeol like each other, right?’ he chuckled, leaning into Howon’s arm comfortably, ‘Sunggyu, it’s you and Woohyun who are the problem.’
Mentally, Myungsoo thanked Dongwoo for changing the subject. It was a relief.
‘Hyung, I’m disappointed!’ Sungjong exclaimed before looking scornfully at Woohyun, on the other side of Sunggyu. ‘You can do so much better than Woohyun.’
Woohyun snapped, offended, ‘Hey!’
There was a playful smile on Sunggyu’s lips as he looked at Woohyun beside him. ‘Sungjong, I really do plan to,’ he replied teasingly.
Matching his smile, Woohyun asked whiningly, ‘Why aren’t I good enough for you, SBP?’
‘How is it that I should know what’s wrong with you?’ Sunggyu countered.
Woohyun answered lowly, his voice richer and deeper than usual, ‘Because with been talking for hours every night.’
The other boys began to catcall and whistle in encouragement, giggling to themselves.
Sunggyu licked his lips and retorted mockingly, ‘You must be really messed up if I can’t work it out after so long then.’
The boys began to laugh, watching the way Sunggyu and Woohyun were glaring at each other. Sungyeol honestly hated it. He placed his hands over his ears for some reason and wailed, ‘All the flirting is killing me!’
Myungsoo secretly wrapped an arm around Sungyeol’s waist. ‘But you like flirting,’ he argued.
‘NO I DON’T, YOU BUTTHEAD,’ Sungyeol shouted. He then turned to Dongwoo beside him and continued to shout, ‘AND WHY IS DONGWOO BEING QUIET?!’
Dongwoo lifted his head and hissed, ‘You guys talk so fast I can’t even get a word in!’
‘Where is Yongguk, by the way?’ Woohyun mentioned, noticing Sungjong without his so-called boyfriend.
The youngest shrugged. ‘I don’t know. Probably sick or skip -‘ He then saw the side-glance Sunggyu gave him and corrected nervously, ‘I mean, he’s probably sick.’
Dongwoo randomly (It wasn’t exactly surprising, since it was Dongwoo.) changed the subject, ‘What are you guys going to do for Christmas?’
‘Christmas isn’t for another month and a half,’ Woohyun droned, not really fond of the holiday season.
Sungyeol felt dread wash over him and he instantly knew Myungsoo was up to something. He had developed the sense and the instinct to detect Myungsoo’s perviness and he just knew Myungsoo was going to be inappropriate. When Myungsoo’s warm hand slid horizontally over Sungyeol’s lower back, Sungyeol shot him a warning glare. Myungsoo didn’t relent and shifted his hand to Sungyeol’s upper thigh, squeezing it teasingly, until his hand slid further in… Sungyeol’s whole body jolted.
‘AH - I LIKE CHRISTMAS,’ Sungyeol screamed all of a sudden. The others looked at him with risen eyebrows. ‘I LIKE CHRISTMAS…’
Myungsoo laughed quietly into his sleeve, retracting his hand.
After scratching his head in confusion, Dongwoo leaned back into Howon’s arm and mumbled lazily, ‘Howon, what are you planning to do for Christmas?’
Howon looked over at Sunggyu and Sungjong, who were both looking at him blankly.
‘I don’t have any plans yet,’ he replied.
-
Sungjong hadn’t spoken to or texted Yongguk all day. It was even weirder that Yongguk hadn’t called or texted him first. He was in class, politics class, and he really shouldn’t have been texting.
But he did anyway because Yongguk was a bad influence.
To: Fuck Yongguk
Are you sick?
The teacher eyed Sungjong suspiciously so he snuck his phone back into his pocket when she wasn’t looking. He decided it was best not to check the text message he’d just received for ten minutes - since class was ending in ten minutes.
From: Fuck Yongguk
No
Sungjong leaned against the wall and replied to the text, tilting his head at how simple and unhelpful the response was.
To: Fuck Yongguk
Skipping?
Sungjong frowned at the screen.
From: Fuck Yongguk
No
Sungjong began walking to his next class, which was physics with Woohyun, Howon and Myungsoo. Yongguk was being incredibly vague and it was somewhat irritating. Sungjong was never a patient person and he was straightforward, blunt. He liked to get straight to the point and he never beat around the bush.
To: Fuck Yongguk
Then why aren’t you at school?
As he walked up to Howon and Myungsoo who were standing by the classroom door, he peeked at the new text and froze, reading it over and over again.
From: Fuck Yongguk
I’m at the hospital
Woohyun came over, greeting with a hey and an unreturned fist bump with Howon. He then saw Sungjong staring blankly at his phone and furrowed his brow, ruffling the other’s hair to get his attention. ‘What’s up, kid?’ he asked in concern.
Without answering Woohyun’s question, Sungjong clicked on Yongguk’s number and called him. ‘What room are you in?’ he questioned in a trembling voice, not sure what was going on.
Myungsoo finally looked over at the youngest and rose an eyebrow.
‘Okay… I’ll be there after school,’ he said, before putting his phone back into his pocket.
Sungjong was quiet the whole class.
-
It was the end of Sunggyu’s free period and as he was walking to chemistry, he caught sight of Sungyeol leaving his own chemistry class and making his way to visual communication. Sunggyu thought fondly, ‘I’m sure Sungyeol is an exceptionally abstract artist,’ before calling Sungyeol to turn around.
The second Sungyeol heard Sunggyu’s all-too-familiar voice, he spun around on his heel and looked over at the older student with an innocent face. This made Sunggyu want to sigh in exasperation - Myungsoo just had to mess with the cutest, most innocent being in the school… Okay, Sunggyu was just guessing that his brother was just playing, but it was a very educated guessing.
Sunggyu walked over with a small smile and remarked smoothly, ‘I hope you are handling my brother well.’
Sungyeol pouted a little. ‘I’m trying, but he’s really annoying,’ he deadpanned dryly.
There was a pause before Sunggyu decided to inspect Sungyeol. He scanned over his dishevelled hair and jutted bottom lip, his big sketch book that was drawn all over, the paper crane on top of it… Sunggyu tipped his head to the side. ‘Are you starting to trust him?’ he questioned.
Sunggyu’s eyes widened. ‘No!’ he denied strongly.
Shaking his head, Sunggyu reached over the edge of Sungyeol’s book and picked up the crane with the tips of his fingers, examining how it was made out of a blue napkin from the cafeteria. Sunggyu scoffed before advising, ‘I think you are and I think you should be particularly careful.’
Sungyeol looked to the ground and nodded. ‘I will, hyung,’ he mumbled.
The older of the two immediately softened and gently patted Sungyeol’s shoulder after placing the crane back. ‘Sungyeol,’ he sighed. ‘If anything you don’t think should happen, happens, tell me. I’ll deal with him.’
Sunggyu’s eyes unconsciously scanned over him again and then they stopped at Sungyeol’s feet. Furry high-top sneakers.
Sungyeol explained, noticing the quirked eyebrow, ‘Dongwoo gave them to me.’
Sunggyu nodded and didn’t ask further. There were a few more pats to Sungyeol’s shoulder, a little harder this time, and Sunggyu walked away to his sixth period class.
After Sungyeol’s art class had drawled passed - Yongguk wasn’t there and therefore it was the most boring lesson ever - Sungyeol threw his things into his locker and closed it just before his belongings tumbled out like a landslide. (He had gotten pretty good at not making a mess. Years of practice were involved in this skill.) After that, he ran off to his bus stop, excited to get home and grab the remote before his brother, Daeyeol, did.
When he got on the first bus he saw, he took an empty seat by the window and stared through the uncleaned glass. As the bus took off, he started to think about Sunggyu’s warnings and how he should really take them to heart.
Myungsoo was dangerous - he heard all the stories. Whether they were exaggerations or not was beside the point. Myungsoo knew how to toy with people, or so the students in his physical education and accounting classes said. Everyone he had talked to were very passionate about staying away from Kim Myungsoo unless they wanted to be hooked. Sungyeol didn’t think he was hooked and he could shake off Myungsoo if he really tried, but when Myungsoo was right there beside him or in front of him or behind him, every little warning in Sungyeol’s head was no longer the priority. Myungsoo had a way of messing with his head, making him feel so wanted and so freaking special that he didn’t know what to do when Myungsoo was there, calling him baby and hugging him tightly and whispering to him sweet nothings.
The optimistic component of Sungyeol’s personality told him that Myungsoo really did like him and that Myungsoo was willing to change for him. But then his pessimistic, or rather his realistic, component would slap him across the face for believing so.
He really didn’t know what to do. The more he saw Myungsoo, the more he didn’t think about Myungsoo’s reputation, the more he forgot what Sunggyu told him.
From: BUTTHEAD -o-
See you tonight! Make sure to keep your window open~ <3
Sungyeol started banging his head against the bus window. Could Myungsoo be any more annoying?
-
Sunggyu called Woohyun again that night, a little later than usual since he had some homework. He made sure to do it first so he wouldn’t forget after getting carried away with insulting Woohyun over the phone.
After the first ring, Sunggyu heard Woohyun’s cheesy voice: ‘Hey cutie.’
Sunggyu rolled his eyes. ‘Bye, Woohyun.’
Maybe Woohyun could hear how close Sunggyu was to hanging up as he said frantically, ‘Wait, wait! I’m kidding.’
It was obvious that Woohyun was a tad bit submissive and that only made Sunggyu laugh because he was meant to be West campus’s greatest badass or whatnot. Wasn’t Nam Woohyun meant to be the guy every gay Paraner wanted, or so the juniors stated?
Woohyun cooed, glad Sunggyu didn’t cut him off, ‘What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing’s wrong. Just wanted to talk…’
‘What did you want to talk about?’
Sunggyu copied Woohyun’s dumb tone, ‘I don’t know.’
There was a moment of comfortable silence before Woohyun said softly, ‘Look out your window.’
Since he was already on his balcony, Sunggyu merely lifted his head up and gazed at the dark night sky, inhaling the cool autumn air. ‘I’m looking,’ he uttered, still looking at the deep blues and blacks.
Sunggyu heard a sigh of admiration from the other line. ‘The stars are really pretty tonight,’ the younger boy mentioned.
Sunggyu snorted, ‘Oh Romeo, you make me want to throw up.’
‘I’m just trying to be romantic!’ Woohyun snapped.
‘Trying is the key word.’
Woohyun grunted unhappily, probably tugging at his hair and throwing things at his wall, ‘You’re really hard to please.’
‘Why do you want to please me?’ Sunggyu questioned teasingly, running his fingers across the wooden balcony railing, waiting for an answer with a playful grin.
Woohyun countered with the same tone, ‘Why do you make me want to please you?’
‘Do you always have to reply with a question?’ Sunggyu retorted, not backing down.
Breaking the questioning streak, Woohyun offered, ‘No. I can reply with flirting if you’d like.’
‘Questions are fine,’ Sunggyu said simply, shaking his head at how unbelievably shameless Woohyun was. Didn’t he have a lot of pride a few months ago?
Woohyun groaned in mock disappointment, ’You’re no fun.’
Sunggyu turned around and leaned his lower back against the railing, phone still pressed against his ear. ‘It’s not that I’m not fun, it’s just that I don’t want you to embarrass yourself,’ he taunted, feeling more immature by the second.
Woohyun exclaimed, ‘Ah, this sounds like a challenge.’
‘Well, it…’ Sunggyu then sensed someone looking at him, hearing loud panting. He looked up to see a very tired Myungsoo with massive gashes all over his legs, his pants ripped and dirt all over his clothes. Sunggyu muttered quietly, ‘Sorry, I have to go.’
‘Why?’
Sunggyu explained with a sigh before hanging up without a goodbye, ‘I became a parent at fourteen years old.’
-
‘What the hell are you doing here?!’ Sungyeol hissed, swinging open his window and letting Myungsoo fall into his room with a thud.
‘I just wanted to see you,’ Myungsoo mumbled, trying to pull off Sungyeol’s specialty - the watery doe eyes that no one could say no to.
Sungyeol didn’t fall for it and Myungsoo really started to believe he was hopeless at being cute.
‘You see me every school day!’ Sungyeol argued.
Myungsoo took a few paces forward, making Sungyeol step back. ‘I guess I want to see you every school night too,’ Myungsoo whispered lowly, his voice deep. The possessive glint in his dark eyes made Sungyeol swallow and step back further, only making Myungsoo step forward more. Sungyeol’s butt eventually came in contact with his desk: a dead end. Myungsoo smirked seductively and placed his hands on the expanse of the wooden desk, on either side of Sungyeol’s body. Sungyeol turned his head and blushed promptly, biting his bottom lip. Myungsoo took the opportunity to leave fluttering kisses up his neck, until his lips reached Sungyeol’s ear. Before Sungyeol could recollect his thoughts, Myungsoo whispered hotly, full of want, ‘And I want to kiss you.’
All of Sungyeol’s thoughts vanished into thin air.
As he expected, Myungsoo’s soft lips came in contact with his. Myungsoo’s lips moved in slow, unhurried movements as his nimble hands glided across Sungyeol’s back. Sungyeol’s eyelids fluttered and he couldn’t help but kiss back, secretly wanting to tug at Myungsoo’s shirt and keep him close, wanting to feel Myungsoo’s body heat on his. Myungsoo tilted his head at the perfect angle, his tongue freely invading Sungyeol’s opened mouth, through his parted red lips. Myungsoo’s tongue swirled in slow circles, making Sungyeol insane at the teasing. The tongue then moved in and out of the hot mouth, swiping against Sungyeol’s sensitive lips with every movement. Myungsoo eventually found the need to press himself closer against the older boy, his arms wrapping around tightly, almost greedily around his waist until Sungyeol was flush against him. Sungyeol’s slim fingers made their way into Myungsoo’s messy hair, making the latter smirk at how much Sungyeol was enjoying this.
While kissing, they forgot about the world. They forgot that Sungyeol’s oblivious parents and very suspicious brother were downstairs and could come into his unlocked room any second and ruin everything.
Soon they remembered to breathe and therefore pulled away, finding fascination in the two strands of saliva between them and how they broke. Myungsoo swiped at Sungyeol’s glistening bottom lip and the older student flushed, wrapping his arms around Myungsoo’s neck and resting his chin on his shoulder to hide his reddened face. Myungsoo chuckled breathlessly, hugging him back and kissing his hair.
‘See you tomorrow, babe,’ Myungsoo whispered, slowly letting the embrace fall apart. Sungyeol was staring blankly at him until he felt Myungsoo’s hand pet his hair comfortingly, that stupid lopsided smile which made Sungyeol practically squeal inside on his face.
Sungyeol took a step back, finding it a little hard to breathe with Myungsoo so close to him. As he step back onto his heel, his backside hit the desk again and made one of the legs give way, making the desk tilt and making the books on his desk slam onto the floor. Sungyeol and Myungsoo immediately looked at each other in fear.
‘Sungyeol, what was that?! Are you okay?’
Sungyeol hissed, shoving Myungsoo towards the window, ‘Go!’
His mother didn’t here an answer and therefore resumed shouting, ‘Sungyeol!’
Myungsoo only just started climbing down and the footsteps were quickly getting louder. Sungyeol was panicking and didn’t think before he shouted back, ‘Don’t come in here!’
‘Why not? What are you doing, young man?!’
Myungsoo shot him a glare and Sungyeol glared back. Before they knew it, the doorknob was being turned and Myungsoo’s reflexes told him to jump.
Yep. Bad idea.
He fell into the bushes painfully, his legs beginning to kill him. Myungsoo carefully stood up with a groan, taking his time… He then heard Sungyeol’s dad’s voice.
‘What the hell was that?’
After jumping the fence, Myungsoo sprinted all the way home, bleeding and hurting everywhere.
-
‘What did you do?’ Sunggyu asked dryly, raising an eyebrow.
He was standing above Myungsoo who was sitting on the couch with his injured legs propped up. Sunggyu was cleaning the blood so he could apply disinfectant and bandages.
‘I tripped….’
Sunggyu gave him a threatening look, pressing the cotton bud a little painfully into Myungsoo’s wound to get him talking.
‘…From a two storey building,’ Myungsoo added quietly.
‘Myungsoo!’ Sunggyu scolded, ‘What on earth possessed you to jump off a building?’
Myungsoo retorted, ‘I didn’t jump. I was climbing and I just -‘
‘Dear God, Myungsoo, you know stalking isn’t -‘
‘I wasn’t stalking!’ Myungsoo groaned, rubbing his face tiredly. He winced a little as Sunggyu mopped up a particularly deep and sore gash, carefully prying off the scraped off skin and cleaning off the dirt. Myungsoo explained through gritted teeth, attempting to not be a baby about this, ‘I just thought someone was in danger.’ Yeah, someone like himself.
His brother was being vague, but Sunggyu didn’t really want to know. Myungsoo was always dealing with something complicated and brain-hurting. Sunggyu eventually learnt to let Myungsoo do whatever and save them both the effort of talking these things through.
‘Well, you are going to get some pretty proud-looking battle scars,’ Sunggyu scoffed, pouring some disinfectant onto a clean cotton bud.
Myungsoo was going to say something dickhead-like about how chicks love scars, but the disinfectant interrupted him. ‘Ow! Hyung, that hurts!’ he exclaimed, throwing his head back at the stinging sensation.
‘Says the idiot who just fell from two storeys,’ Sunggyu deadpanned in irony.
-
‘Pack your things, son,’ Dongwoo’s father reminded as he walked passed his room.
Dongwoo threw his comic book aside and ran to the doorway in confusion. ‘Why?’
‘We’re visiting your aunt from Vancouver until the 11th,’ he clarified with a quizzical raise of an eyebrow. He then shook his head and muttered, ‘Don’t you remember? Is there some gay boy distracting you lately?’
‘Dad, you never told me!’ Dongwoo wailed in exasperation, hitting the side of his head on the doorframe in annoyance, ‘And didn’t you visit her already? Why do I have to go?’
His father scratched his chin and looked towards the ceiling, pondering deeply. ‘Ha… I thought I did tell you.’ He replied meekly, uncaringly almost, ‘And your aunt wants to see how much you’ve grown. You know your aunt, she always gets what she wants.’
Dongwoo frowned and trudged back to his bed, collapsing into the covers. He hated going to his aunt’s! There were balls of wool everywhere and she had cats that smelt like dead cats.
Dongwoo’s father added in a laid-back manner, ‘Go pack your bags and say goodbye to your friends. Don’t worry, you’ll be back in about two weeks.’
Dongwoo rolled over and pressed the pillow over his face.
‘I’m sure this gay boy will wait for you.’
‘Dad!’
-
‘Howon.’ Miss Lee waved Howon over to the dining room. Howon took a seat opposite her and looked at her in intrigue. She had documents spread across the table, mug of lukewarm coffee staining one of the photocopies. ‘I’m prosecuting a boy around your age; he’s twenty-one this year. I need your help,’ she began, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose.
‘Help?’
She continued, skimming over a few documents, ‘His ex-girlfriend’s twenty-six and she assaulted him with a broken vase after they had an argument. My question is, do you think he would’ve used violence on her if she did not inflict violence first?’
Howon leaned back into the chair and tipped his head. His mother was looking intently at him. ‘I think it depends on who the plaintiff and the defendant are, how they normally react and how they normally process things. It’s all in a matter of getting to know your client and observing their usual behaviour,’ he replied unwaveringly, ‘In my opinion, just from hearing what you’ve told me, you are going to win for the wrong side.’
He then stood up and began walking away, towards the staircase, his hands finding the pockets of his school blazer.
‘It’s not the first time that you’ve won for the wrong side.’
-
After school had ended, Sungjong immediately took the quickest bus to the hospital. With the help of the nurses, he found the intensive care ward and soon the room Yongguk told him to go to. He found Yongguk sitting at the seats against the wall, the door to the room right next to him. Sungjong sat down beside him and just stared at the polished, white floor for a few moments. Yongguk was leaning forward, with his elbows on his thighs. He was staring at the floor too, not saying a word.
Sungjong calmly looked over at the older boy and quirked his lip. ‘You okay?’ he questioned, gently running his fingers against Yongguk’s hand.
Yongguk intertwined their fingers and began tearing up.
‘Yeah, I’m okay.’
Sungjong didn’t believe him, but remained quiet.
-
‘Is something wrong?’
Recess was rather different the next day. Dongwoo was sitting still and being so utterly silent that even Howon opened his mouth first.
Dongwoo pulled his knees to his chest and pouted angrily. ‘I’m going to Vancouver tonight,’ he whined.
Howon found Dongwoo’s dislike towards the idea of going to Canada rather strange because Dongwoo was usually very optimistic, Howon noticed, and he always made the best out of every situation he was placed in. ‘Is that necessarily a bad thing?’ Howon asked.
‘Yes! I have to stay with my aunt and she smells like cat food!’ Dongwoo complained, slumping back into the chair, ‘Plus, I won’t be able to see you for two weeks… and you type slow, so it’s going to be hard for you to talk to me over instant message.’
Howon shook his head in denial. ‘I don’t type slow.’
‘Fifty words a minute is slow!’
Dongwoo then lied down with his head in Howon’s lap again.
‘Are you going to miss me?’
‘Possibly,’ Howon replied, unfazed.
‘Yes or no, are you going to miss me?’
‘Yes.’
Dongwoo let out a burst of crocodile tears. ‘Lee Howon, I’ll miss you too!’ he howled miserably, tugging Howon down by the neck to “hug” him at a very uncomfortable angle. ‘Can’t you sneak into my suitcase?’
‘That’s not legal,’ Howon mentioned, not understanding it was a joke.
Dongwoo blinked at him before patting the side of his face. ‘I’ll get you a souvenir.’
-
AN\ Hey guys! Just for fun, for all comments on this chapter, I will reply as Myungsoo. Threaten, fangirl and/or spazz at all you want. I will reply to you as Kim Myungsoo from Collide ;P
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