One Elevator Ride Later
Title: One Elevator Ride Later
Author: xLightless
Pairing: Woohyun/Myungsoo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them.
Summary: Myungsoo meets a young man, and one elevator ride later... (AU)
A/N: Okay yeah, this is really random and fluffy, leave me alone. Inspired mainly by this post on tumblr and Sunggyu's 60sec mv.
It was Myungsoo's first time in Japan-Chiba Prefecture to be slightly more precise. A business meeting forced him to board the next flight to Narita International Airport, and roughly three hours later, Myungsoo found himself trying to remember the little Japanese he knew to tell a cabbie what hotel to drive to. After a frustrating five minutes and nearly storming out of the cab, Myungsoo finally managed to convey his message. The cabbie rolled his eyes, and Myungsoo refrained from kicking the cabbie's seat.
Myungsoo was tired, and his meeting was at nine in the morning the next day. He calculated the approximate number of hours of sleep he'd get if he managed to settle into a hotel room within the next thirty minutes. Much to Myungsoo's disappointment, he wouldn't get much more than five hours. Fifteen minutes later, the cab pulled up to the front of the hotel. Myungsoo paid the cabbie, thanked him, and practically dragged himself into the hotel lobby.
The lobby was obscenely large and just as fancy as if it was straight from a 1920's movie. For a brief moment, Myungsoo stopped just to take everything in. The ceiling was a tad too high, the lights a bit too bright, the front desk a little too far away from the door, but Myungsoo didn't want to judge. It was late, leaving the lobby empty save for the front desk, so Myungsoo took his time walking to it.
"Hello, sir, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked with a professional smile on her face. She wasn't particularly beautiful, Myungsoo noticed, but she was close to it. The thought that maybe under different circumstances, Myungsoo could have fallen in love with her crossed his mind, but that thought didn't get very far.
Instead, Myungsoo slowly replied, "I have a reservation under the name Kim Myungsoo."
The receptionist scanned the list of names in a book, and a look of recognition crossed her face when she found his name. She grabbed a key from the rack behind her, and handed it to Myungsoo, saying, "Your room number is 749. Please enjoy your stay, Kim Myungsoo." His name sounded slightly awkward coming from her mouth, but Myungsoo didn't mind all too much.
Myungsoo took the key, a smile (despite his fatigue) on his face because that was the polite thing to do, and trudged towards the elevator. The inside was tinted a subtle gold color, but Myungsoo couldn't care less as he slumped against the wall, his bag dropping by his side. Myungsoo honestly wouldn't have minded if he slept right in that spot. Just as the doors began to slide closed, a voice suddenly called out in the lobby, tugging Myungsoo out of his near unconsciousness.
"Wait!" Myungsoo didn't know much Japanese, but he knew the basics. He opened the elevator doors once again, and a young man stepped through, smiling at Myungsoo gratefully.
"Thanks," he said, and Myungsoo nodded tersely.
The doors slid closed for the last time and Myungsoo returned to slumping against the wall while the elevator moved upwards.
"I'm Nam Woohyun," the young man says with a smile that's a bit too wide so early in the morning (or late at night?), but Myungsoo thinks he could smell traces of coffee clinging to the young man.
It belatedly occurs to Myungsoo that this man is Korean-well, his name is-and Myungsoo replies, "Kim Myungsoo."
A look of relief flashes in the young man's, Woohyun's, eyes. "Nice to meet you, Myungsoo." He's speaking in Korean this time and Myungsoo is glad.
"Likewise."
The elevator doors open some seconds later and Woohyun steps out, giving Myungsoo a small wave.
Myungsoo waves back.
//
It's nine thirty in the morning, and Myungsoo is relieved that the meeting didn't last much longer than thirty minutes. He's walking aimlessly with his hands shoved into his coat pockets because the winters in Japan are slightly colder than the winters in South Korea-or maybe it's just Myungsoo's bad luck following him around.
In a matter of ten minutes, Myungsoo is beginning to shiver despite his coat and scarf, and he mindlessly finds himself in a cafe. It's small, homely, and nearly empty. Sighing in relief, Myungsoo sits at a table. A waitress passes by, hands Myungsoo a menu, and walks back to the counter-all with a professional smile similar to the receptionist's at the hotel. Myungsoo opens the menu, but the names are listed both in Japanese and English. Luckily, Myungsoo's English isn't half bad.
The bells on the door jingle, signaling another customer, and just when Myungsoo is about to look up-
"Myungsoo?" a voice calls out.
He stares at the young man standing in the middle of the doorway, wondering just who would know him here, but then remembers his brief encounter with Woohyun the night before. Smiling, Myungsoo waves at Woohyun who promptly takes the seat across from him.
"Fancy meeting you here," Woohyun says, and Myungsoo smells mint this time.
Nodding, Myungsoo gestures toward the menu. "I was just about to order coffee. You want some?"
Woohyun takes one good look at the menu, and signals for the waitress. When she arrives at the table, she takes out a notepad, and waits for Woohyun to order.
"I'm going to order the same thing for you, if you don't mind," Woohyun says to Myungsoo, who nods, then Woohyun turns to the waitress. "Two regular coffees, please."
It's not amazement in Myungsoo's eyes when Woohyun talks to the waitress like she's an old friend, but it's similar. If Myungsoo looks close enough, he realizes that Woohyun is actually really handsome. There's something sophisticated about the way Woohyun presents himself, yet he seems to give off an "I don't care" vibe. Myungsoo isn't one to believe that he's gay, but he feels something twist in his gut seeing Woohyun like this. Maybe it's just the excitement of being in a foreign country, or maybe it's just Myungsoo romanticizing everything at the moment.
"So what brings you to Japan?" Woohyun asks after the waitress has gone. "Obviously, you don't live here-unless you just moved in?"
Myungsoo shakes his head. "Business called, and I met up with a representative from another company about forty-five minutes ago."
Woohyun leans forward slightly, and asks with a mischievous smirk, "You didn't exchange drugs, did you?"
Myungsoo feels a smile of his own creep onto his lips. Woohyun's own is contagious, but Myungsoo doesn't mind. "Nothing like that. Just a meeting."
"Sure," Woohyun says, leaning back into his seat. "A meeting."
"Why are you here, Woohyun?" Myungsoo asks. He's curious about this Woohyun.
Woohyun shrugs, and Myungsoo isn't sure if he's asked an appropriate question. Eventually, Woohyun replies with a short, "Vacation, I guess."
Myungsoo nods, not sure what else to say. He's never really been the sociable type-the exact opposite of Woohyun, actually. He usually just minds his own business, only talks when talked to. When the coffee arrives, Woohyun begins another conversation, and Myungsoo is more than happy to reply to Woohyun's small talk.
As they finish the coffee, Woohyun offers to pay, and after some convincing, Myungsoo reluctantly agrees. They walk down the street because they both have time to kill, and Woohyun is still talking. Myungsoo doesn't mind; he actually enjoys listening to Woohyun's voice.
"When do you fly back to Korea?" Woohyun suddenly asks.
Myungsoo shrugs. "I booked a one way flight. I was thinking about seeing the sights for a couple days. This is my first time in Japan."
"Let's go to Tokyo, then," Woohyun suggests, and it's so straight to the point that Myungsoo doesn't know what to say for a couple seconds. "We got plenty of time."
"Um, okay, sure," Myungsoo replies.
Myungsoo convinces himself that he's not going on a date with Woohyun, but Myungsoo isn't exactly the best at lying to himself.
//
They arrive at Tokyo Station roughly an hour and a half later and head straight to the Ginza. The buildings are on a grand scale, and Myungsoo isn't short of impressed. Despite it being a weekday, the streets are still crowded and Myungsoo nearly loses sight of Woohyun several times.
"Take my hand," Woohyun suggests, offering his hand to Myungsoo.
Myungsoo takes it albeit a bit hesitantly.
For the good part of an hour, Woohyun and Myungsoo window shop because Myungsoo only has enough money for necessities and doesn't want to burden Woohyun too much. Around noon, they have ramen for lunch from a street vendor-Woohyun mentions something about this sort of ramen tasting better than the kind from a restaurant. Myungsoo isn't one to judge, but it's certainly better than the instant cups. Afterwards, they catch a cab to a place with a name that Myungsoo doesn't recognize.
//
Woohyun brings Myungsoo to Akihabara, where it's an otaku's ultimate dream. Various anime characters litter the walls, enormous posters hang from building, and it's a lot for Myungsoo to take in. They walk into an arcade, which isn't all that busy yet because students are still in class. They attempt to play every game in the arcade, and Myungsoo is currently losing most of the time, but he's beaten Woohyun at the shooting games and Tekken (which Myungsoo secretly prides in). As soon as the students begin to trickle into the arcade, Woohyun and Myungsoo leave, but not before having a quick rematch at Tekken.
Myungsoo, as he expects, wins.
//
They walk around, and eventually find themselves in a maid cafe. The women-er, maids-surround them almost immediately, and Myungsoo is only slightly uncomfortable. He concludes that it's probably just the culture shock.
As soon as they're sitting at a table, Woohyun snickers at Myungsoo. "You look like a boy seeing boobs for the first time."
Myungsoo feels his cheeks heat up, and picks up the menu.
//
Roughly thirty minutes later, Myungsoo is looking up at Tokyo Tower from a cab. He and Woohyun are dropped off at the very bottom of the tower, and Myungsoo's neck is beginning to strain from having to look up at the tower.
"Wow, look at that line...," Woohyun says. His tone of voice is slightly deflated, but Myungsoo realizes that Woohyun is making an effort to hide it. "It's gonna take us the entire day just to get tickets."
Myungsoo shrugs. "We could just go to the rooftop of a really tall skyscraper and probably get the same experience."
Woohyun's laugh brings Myungsoo out of his thoughts, and Woohyun grabs Myungsoo's arm, dragging him to down the sidewalk (when is Woohyun not dragging Myungsoo around?). "You have a very valid point, Myungsoo."
In ten minutes, Woohyun is bringing Myungsoo to the top of the highest skyscraper within one hundred feet of Tokyo Tower. They emerge at the rooftop, Woohyun's grin stretching nearly from ear to ear.
"Well, it's not exactly the same, but I'll take it," Woohyun admits as he leans against the railing.
Myungsoo approaches more slowly, taking in the view. There are clouds in the sky, and Myungsoo is just a little disappointed because he's been wanting to see Tokyo Tower with Mt. Fuji behind it. He'll see it the next time he comes back.
"Saves a lot more time than having to wait in line," Myungsoo agrees as he stand next to Woohyun.
Woohyun turns to look at Myungsoo, and grins. It makes Myungsoo's stomach flip slightly, and he feels like a school girl in a cheesy manga, but he dismisses the thought. He takes his phone out to take a picture of Tokyo Tower because it's actually a pretty nice day despite the clouds in the sky blocking Mt. Fuji. Just as Myungsoo is about to take the picture, Woohyun's face appears from the side, taking up the entire right side. Woohyun's loud laugh echoes when Myungsoo pushes him away.
Myungsoo takes a second picture, but he doesn't delete the first.
//
Afterwards, they take a cab to Shinjuku and wander the streets. Myungsoo is completely in awe at the colorful signs and towering buildings. The sun is just beginning to duck behind the buildings, leaving the sky in a purple-orange hue.
Woohyun's talking again, but Myungsoo is barely listening.
//
Then, Myungsoo is reminded that Shinjuku also contains the largest red light district in Japan.
"It is law that every man has to step into the red light district at least once in his life," Woohyun says to a flustered Myungsoo.
Myungsoo's eyes are glued to the blinking sign in front of him, panic rushing through his veins.
"Woohyun! No, Woohyun, that's a stripper club!" Myungsoo exclaims, causing some heads to turn.
"Obviously. Come on, a few strippers never hurt anybody," Woohyun reassures Myungsoo, patting him on the back for good measure.
Eventually, Myungsoo is pulled into the dark club with pulsating lights and loud music. Woohyun grabs a seat beside a raised platform, and Myungsoo quickly follows. He stops in his tracks as a woman steps in front of him, a dark smile on her face. Myungsoo blinks, not knowing what to do. He looks beyond the woman to Woohyun for help, but Woohyun pretends to be occupied with another stripper.
Myungsoo smiles nervously, takes a one thousand yen bill from his wallet, and hands it to the stripper. She raises an eyebrow, but accepts it anyway.
//
"That's it, I just want a drink now," Myungsoo groans as he pushes the door open. He breathes in deeply, savoring the air. It was stuffy inside the club, and his coat didn't help one bit.
Chuckling, Woohyun follows behind Myungsoo. "Sorry, it was just really funny seeing you stand there and not know what to do."
Myungsoo sends Woohyun a glare, but it only sends Woohyun into a hysterical fit. Myungsoo's stomach growls, giving Woohyun even more reason to laugh.
They walk for thirty minutes before Myungsoo finds a restaurant that he deems suitable. It's a small place wedged in between two larger buildings that feels humble compared to the arrogant steel structures.
//
Myungsoo has drunk alcohol before, but soju and sake are on entirely different levels. It also doesn't help that he's shared two bottles with Woohyun, who seems to have a very high alcohol tolerance.
The cab ride back to Chiba Prefecture is a blur for the most part, but Myungsoo is vaguely aware that he's leaning on Woohyun's shoulder. The alcohol is making his head swim, and he can't even think very coherently anymore. When they arrive at the hotel, Myungsoo feels Woohyun wrap an arm around his waist because Myungsoo can barely walk straight let alone hold himself up so he leans onto Woohyun for support. They get into the elevator, Myungsoo still leaning on Woohyun.
"Kiss me," Myungsoo suddenly blurts out, but he's drunk and he's going to pretend that he never said that the next morning.
Woohyun gives Myungsoo a stern look, then turns back to the elevator doors. "No, Myungsoo, we're drunk."
A noise that sounds something like a cross between a whine and a whimper comes from Myungsoo, and Woohyun looks back at him.
"That never stopped anybody," Myungsoo says, and then his fingers are gripping Woohyun's coat and pulling Woohyun downwards.
It isn't like a kiss, actually it's more like a crash. Their teeth clang together, their noses are pressed so close that it's almost painful, and it's just all too sudden. Myungsoo pulls back, noticing Woohyun's reaction-or lack thereof-as the realization suddenly sets in. His hands slip from Woohyun's jacket and fall to his sides.
"Sorry," Myungsoo begins to say, but it's so quiet it's nearly a whisper. "I guess I-"
"Oh god," Woohyun groans before grabbing Myungsoo's face and pulling him closer.
This next kiss is less sloppy and more controlled, but not by a lot. Woohyun gently bites on Myungsoo's lower lip, and Myungsoo opens his mouth almost too eagerly. Woohyun's tongue easily slides into Myungsoo's mouth, and each of Myungsoo's soft moans are swallowed by Woohyun. Myungsoo's arms slowly work their way around Woohyun's waist, bringing them flush against each other. Their erections brush together, making Myungsoo gasp and Woohyun unconsciously rut his hips against Myungsoo.
The elevator's bell sounds and the doors open, causing Myungsoo to flinch slightly. He briefly considers walking out, but Woohyun suddenly grabs his hand. Without giving it another thought, Myungsoo follows him down the hall. A couple minutes (and Woohyun struggling to fit the key into the lock as Myungsoo plays with tufts of Woohyun's hair) later, they stumble into Woohyun's hotel room.
//
When Myungsoo wakes up, his head is throbbing and his back is aching-and he's naked. Groaning, he brings a hand up to his face to block the sunlight streaming through the window. Myungsoo wonders if sunlight has always been so bright.
"Hey."
When Myungsoo turns his head to the source of the voice, he sees Nam Woohyun smiling and he can't help but smile back.
The elevator doors opened and the young man-Myungsoo was almost sure his name was Woohyun, but was it really?-stepped out. Myungsoo blinked in confusion, staring at the closing elevator doors then the spot where the young man previously stood. The scent of mint and coffee lingered, but not long enough for Myungsoo to think about it too much.
With a shrug, Myungsoo blamed it on the fatigue, and assumed the faint sense of nostalgia was a trick of the mind.
Author: xLightless
Pairing: Woohyun/Myungsoo
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them.
Summary: Myungsoo meets a young man, and one elevator ride later... (AU)
A/N: Okay yeah, this is really random and fluffy, leave me alone. Inspired mainly by this post on tumblr and Sunggyu's 60sec mv.
It was Myungsoo's first time in Japan-Chiba Prefecture to be slightly more precise. A business meeting forced him to board the next flight to Narita International Airport, and roughly three hours later, Myungsoo found himself trying to remember the little Japanese he knew to tell a cabbie what hotel to drive to. After a frustrating five minutes and nearly storming out of the cab, Myungsoo finally managed to convey his message. The cabbie rolled his eyes, and Myungsoo refrained from kicking the cabbie's seat.
Myungsoo was tired, and his meeting was at nine in the morning the next day. He calculated the approximate number of hours of sleep he'd get if he managed to settle into a hotel room within the next thirty minutes. Much to Myungsoo's disappointment, he wouldn't get much more than five hours. Fifteen minutes later, the cab pulled up to the front of the hotel. Myungsoo paid the cabbie, thanked him, and practically dragged himself into the hotel lobby.
The lobby was obscenely large and just as fancy as if it was straight from a 1920's movie. For a brief moment, Myungsoo stopped just to take everything in. The ceiling was a tad too high, the lights a bit too bright, the front desk a little too far away from the door, but Myungsoo didn't want to judge. It was late, leaving the lobby empty save for the front desk, so Myungsoo took his time walking to it.
"Hello, sir, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked with a professional smile on her face. She wasn't particularly beautiful, Myungsoo noticed, but she was close to it. The thought that maybe under different circumstances, Myungsoo could have fallen in love with her crossed his mind, but that thought didn't get very far.
Instead, Myungsoo slowly replied, "I have a reservation under the name Kim Myungsoo."
The receptionist scanned the list of names in a book, and a look of recognition crossed her face when she found his name. She grabbed a key from the rack behind her, and handed it to Myungsoo, saying, "Your room number is 749. Please enjoy your stay, Kim Myungsoo." His name sounded slightly awkward coming from her mouth, but Myungsoo didn't mind all too much.
Myungsoo took the key, a smile (despite his fatigue) on his face because that was the polite thing to do, and trudged towards the elevator. The inside was tinted a subtle gold color, but Myungsoo couldn't care less as he slumped against the wall, his bag dropping by his side. Myungsoo honestly wouldn't have minded if he slept right in that spot. Just as the doors began to slide closed, a voice suddenly called out in the lobby, tugging Myungsoo out of his near unconsciousness.
"Wait!" Myungsoo didn't know much Japanese, but he knew the basics. He opened the elevator doors once again, and a young man stepped through, smiling at Myungsoo gratefully.
"Thanks," he said, and Myungsoo nodded tersely.
The doors slid closed for the last time and Myungsoo returned to slumping against the wall while the elevator moved upwards.
"I'm Nam Woohyun," the young man says with a smile that's a bit too wide so early in the morning (or late at night?), but Myungsoo thinks he could smell traces of coffee clinging to the young man.
It belatedly occurs to Myungsoo that this man is Korean-well, his name is-and Myungsoo replies, "Kim Myungsoo."
A look of relief flashes in the young man's, Woohyun's, eyes. "Nice to meet you, Myungsoo." He's speaking in Korean this time and Myungsoo is glad.
"Likewise."
The elevator doors open some seconds later and Woohyun steps out, giving Myungsoo a small wave.
Myungsoo waves back.
//
It's nine thirty in the morning, and Myungsoo is relieved that the meeting didn't last much longer than thirty minutes. He's walking aimlessly with his hands shoved into his coat pockets because the winters in Japan are slightly colder than the winters in South Korea-or maybe it's just Myungsoo's bad luck following him around.
In a matter of ten minutes, Myungsoo is beginning to shiver despite his coat and scarf, and he mindlessly finds himself in a cafe. It's small, homely, and nearly empty. Sighing in relief, Myungsoo sits at a table. A waitress passes by, hands Myungsoo a menu, and walks back to the counter-all with a professional smile similar to the receptionist's at the hotel. Myungsoo opens the menu, but the names are listed both in Japanese and English. Luckily, Myungsoo's English isn't half bad.
The bells on the door jingle, signaling another customer, and just when Myungsoo is about to look up-
"Myungsoo?" a voice calls out.
He stares at the young man standing in the middle of the doorway, wondering just who would know him here, but then remembers his brief encounter with Woohyun the night before. Smiling, Myungsoo waves at Woohyun who promptly takes the seat across from him.
"Fancy meeting you here," Woohyun says, and Myungsoo smells mint this time.
Nodding, Myungsoo gestures toward the menu. "I was just about to order coffee. You want some?"
Woohyun takes one good look at the menu, and signals for the waitress. When she arrives at the table, she takes out a notepad, and waits for Woohyun to order.
"I'm going to order the same thing for you, if you don't mind," Woohyun says to Myungsoo, who nods, then Woohyun turns to the waitress. "Two regular coffees, please."
It's not amazement in Myungsoo's eyes when Woohyun talks to the waitress like she's an old friend, but it's similar. If Myungsoo looks close enough, he realizes that Woohyun is actually really handsome. There's something sophisticated about the way Woohyun presents himself, yet he seems to give off an "I don't care" vibe. Myungsoo isn't one to believe that he's gay, but he feels something twist in his gut seeing Woohyun like this. Maybe it's just the excitement of being in a foreign country, or maybe it's just Myungsoo romanticizing everything at the moment.
"So what brings you to Japan?" Woohyun asks after the waitress has gone. "Obviously, you don't live here-unless you just moved in?"
Myungsoo shakes his head. "Business called, and I met up with a representative from another company about forty-five minutes ago."
Woohyun leans forward slightly, and asks with a mischievous smirk, "You didn't exchange drugs, did you?"
Myungsoo feels a smile of his own creep onto his lips. Woohyun's own is contagious, but Myungsoo doesn't mind. "Nothing like that. Just a meeting."
"Sure," Woohyun says, leaning back into his seat. "A meeting."
"Why are you here, Woohyun?" Myungsoo asks. He's curious about this Woohyun.
Woohyun shrugs, and Myungsoo isn't sure if he's asked an appropriate question. Eventually, Woohyun replies with a short, "Vacation, I guess."
Myungsoo nods, not sure what else to say. He's never really been the sociable type-the exact opposite of Woohyun, actually. He usually just minds his own business, only talks when talked to. When the coffee arrives, Woohyun begins another conversation, and Myungsoo is more than happy to reply to Woohyun's small talk.
As they finish the coffee, Woohyun offers to pay, and after some convincing, Myungsoo reluctantly agrees. They walk down the street because they both have time to kill, and Woohyun is still talking. Myungsoo doesn't mind; he actually enjoys listening to Woohyun's voice.
"When do you fly back to Korea?" Woohyun suddenly asks.
Myungsoo shrugs. "I booked a one way flight. I was thinking about seeing the sights for a couple days. This is my first time in Japan."
"Let's go to Tokyo, then," Woohyun suggests, and it's so straight to the point that Myungsoo doesn't know what to say for a couple seconds. "We got plenty of time."
"Um, okay, sure," Myungsoo replies.
Myungsoo convinces himself that he's not going on a date with Woohyun, but Myungsoo isn't exactly the best at lying to himself.
//
They arrive at Tokyo Station roughly an hour and a half later and head straight to the Ginza. The buildings are on a grand scale, and Myungsoo isn't short of impressed. Despite it being a weekday, the streets are still crowded and Myungsoo nearly loses sight of Woohyun several times.
"Take my hand," Woohyun suggests, offering his hand to Myungsoo.
Myungsoo takes it albeit a bit hesitantly.
For the good part of an hour, Woohyun and Myungsoo window shop because Myungsoo only has enough money for necessities and doesn't want to burden Woohyun too much. Around noon, they have ramen for lunch from a street vendor-Woohyun mentions something about this sort of ramen tasting better than the kind from a restaurant. Myungsoo isn't one to judge, but it's certainly better than the instant cups. Afterwards, they catch a cab to a place with a name that Myungsoo doesn't recognize.
//
Woohyun brings Myungsoo to Akihabara, where it's an otaku's ultimate dream. Various anime characters litter the walls, enormous posters hang from building, and it's a lot for Myungsoo to take in. They walk into an arcade, which isn't all that busy yet because students are still in class. They attempt to play every game in the arcade, and Myungsoo is currently losing most of the time, but he's beaten Woohyun at the shooting games and Tekken (which Myungsoo secretly prides in). As soon as the students begin to trickle into the arcade, Woohyun and Myungsoo leave, but not before having a quick rematch at Tekken.
Myungsoo, as he expects, wins.
//
They walk around, and eventually find themselves in a maid cafe. The women-er, maids-surround them almost immediately, and Myungsoo is only slightly uncomfortable. He concludes that it's probably just the culture shock.
As soon as they're sitting at a table, Woohyun snickers at Myungsoo. "You look like a boy seeing boobs for the first time."
Myungsoo feels his cheeks heat up, and picks up the menu.
//
Roughly thirty minutes later, Myungsoo is looking up at Tokyo Tower from a cab. He and Woohyun are dropped off at the very bottom of the tower, and Myungsoo's neck is beginning to strain from having to look up at the tower.
"Wow, look at that line...," Woohyun says. His tone of voice is slightly deflated, but Myungsoo realizes that Woohyun is making an effort to hide it. "It's gonna take us the entire day just to get tickets."
Myungsoo shrugs. "We could just go to the rooftop of a really tall skyscraper and probably get the same experience."
Woohyun's laugh brings Myungsoo out of his thoughts, and Woohyun grabs Myungsoo's arm, dragging him to down the sidewalk (when is Woohyun not dragging Myungsoo around?). "You have a very valid point, Myungsoo."
In ten minutes, Woohyun is bringing Myungsoo to the top of the highest skyscraper within one hundred feet of Tokyo Tower. They emerge at the rooftop, Woohyun's grin stretching nearly from ear to ear.
"Well, it's not exactly the same, but I'll take it," Woohyun admits as he leans against the railing.
Myungsoo approaches more slowly, taking in the view. There are clouds in the sky, and Myungsoo is just a little disappointed because he's been wanting to see Tokyo Tower with Mt. Fuji behind it. He'll see it the next time he comes back.
"Saves a lot more time than having to wait in line," Myungsoo agrees as he stand next to Woohyun.
Woohyun turns to look at Myungsoo, and grins. It makes Myungsoo's stomach flip slightly, and he feels like a school girl in a cheesy manga, but he dismisses the thought. He takes his phone out to take a picture of Tokyo Tower because it's actually a pretty nice day despite the clouds in the sky blocking Mt. Fuji. Just as Myungsoo is about to take the picture, Woohyun's face appears from the side, taking up the entire right side. Woohyun's loud laugh echoes when Myungsoo pushes him away.
Myungsoo takes a second picture, but he doesn't delete the first.
//
Afterwards, they take a cab to Shinjuku and wander the streets. Myungsoo is completely in awe at the colorful signs and towering buildings. The sun is just beginning to duck behind the buildings, leaving the sky in a purple-orange hue.
Woohyun's talking again, but Myungsoo is barely listening.
//
Then, Myungsoo is reminded that Shinjuku also contains the largest red light district in Japan.
"It is law that every man has to step into the red light district at least once in his life," Woohyun says to a flustered Myungsoo.
Myungsoo's eyes are glued to the blinking sign in front of him, panic rushing through his veins.
"Woohyun! No, Woohyun, that's a stripper club!" Myungsoo exclaims, causing some heads to turn.
"Obviously. Come on, a few strippers never hurt anybody," Woohyun reassures Myungsoo, patting him on the back for good measure.
Eventually, Myungsoo is pulled into the dark club with pulsating lights and loud music. Woohyun grabs a seat beside a raised platform, and Myungsoo quickly follows. He stops in his tracks as a woman steps in front of him, a dark smile on her face. Myungsoo blinks, not knowing what to do. He looks beyond the woman to Woohyun for help, but Woohyun pretends to be occupied with another stripper.
Myungsoo smiles nervously, takes a one thousand yen bill from his wallet, and hands it to the stripper. She raises an eyebrow, but accepts it anyway.
//
"That's it, I just want a drink now," Myungsoo groans as he pushes the door open. He breathes in deeply, savoring the air. It was stuffy inside the club, and his coat didn't help one bit.
Chuckling, Woohyun follows behind Myungsoo. "Sorry, it was just really funny seeing you stand there and not know what to do."
Myungsoo sends Woohyun a glare, but it only sends Woohyun into a hysterical fit. Myungsoo's stomach growls, giving Woohyun even more reason to laugh.
They walk for thirty minutes before Myungsoo finds a restaurant that he deems suitable. It's a small place wedged in between two larger buildings that feels humble compared to the arrogant steel structures.
//
Myungsoo has drunk alcohol before, but soju and sake are on entirely different levels. It also doesn't help that he's shared two bottles with Woohyun, who seems to have a very high alcohol tolerance.
The cab ride back to Chiba Prefecture is a blur for the most part, but Myungsoo is vaguely aware that he's leaning on Woohyun's shoulder. The alcohol is making his head swim, and he can't even think very coherently anymore. When they arrive at the hotel, Myungsoo feels Woohyun wrap an arm around his waist because Myungsoo can barely walk straight let alone hold himself up so he leans onto Woohyun for support. They get into the elevator, Myungsoo still leaning on Woohyun.
"Kiss me," Myungsoo suddenly blurts out, but he's drunk and he's going to pretend that he never said that the next morning.
Woohyun gives Myungsoo a stern look, then turns back to the elevator doors. "No, Myungsoo, we're drunk."
A noise that sounds something like a cross between a whine and a whimper comes from Myungsoo, and Woohyun looks back at him.
"That never stopped anybody," Myungsoo says, and then his fingers are gripping Woohyun's coat and pulling Woohyun downwards.
It isn't like a kiss, actually it's more like a crash. Their teeth clang together, their noses are pressed so close that it's almost painful, and it's just all too sudden. Myungsoo pulls back, noticing Woohyun's reaction-or lack thereof-as the realization suddenly sets in. His hands slip from Woohyun's jacket and fall to his sides.
"Sorry," Myungsoo begins to say, but it's so quiet it's nearly a whisper. "I guess I-"
"Oh god," Woohyun groans before grabbing Myungsoo's face and pulling him closer.
This next kiss is less sloppy and more controlled, but not by a lot. Woohyun gently bites on Myungsoo's lower lip, and Myungsoo opens his mouth almost too eagerly. Woohyun's tongue easily slides into Myungsoo's mouth, and each of Myungsoo's soft moans are swallowed by Woohyun. Myungsoo's arms slowly work their way around Woohyun's waist, bringing them flush against each other. Their erections brush together, making Myungsoo gasp and Woohyun unconsciously rut his hips against Myungsoo.
The elevator's bell sounds and the doors open, causing Myungsoo to flinch slightly. He briefly considers walking out, but Woohyun suddenly grabs his hand. Without giving it another thought, Myungsoo follows him down the hall. A couple minutes (and Woohyun struggling to fit the key into the lock as Myungsoo plays with tufts of Woohyun's hair) later, they stumble into Woohyun's hotel room.
//
When Myungsoo wakes up, his head is throbbing and his back is aching-and he's naked. Groaning, he brings a hand up to his face to block the sunlight streaming through the window. Myungsoo wonders if sunlight has always been so bright.
"Hey."
When Myungsoo turns his head to the source of the voice, he sees Nam Woohyun smiling and he can't help but smile back.
The elevator doors opened and the young man-Myungsoo was almost sure his name was Woohyun, but was it really?-stepped out. Myungsoo blinked in confusion, staring at the closing elevator doors then the spot where the young man previously stood. The scent of mint and coffee lingered, but not long enough for Myungsoo to think about it too much.
With a shrug, Myungsoo blamed it on the fatigue, and assumed the faint sense of nostalgia was a trick of the mind.