Sealed with a Kiss [08]
Sealed with a Kiss
Rated; G-13
Pairings; yungYeol, WooGyu, slight!WooYeol
Genre; U, romance, comedy
Summery;Sungyeol wants his ex jealous. Myungsoo needs the money. It’s a win-win deal.
Shameless promoting; You can read the fic on AFF over here (◕‿◕✿)
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Chapter 08
Sunggyu scans both of them as they sit down. “Looks like somebody over-dressed.” He teases Woohyun. Sungyeol looks up, because he’s used to ignoring it. Woohyun always over-dresses, even when he goes to the grocery store.
“Looks like somebody came in his pajamas.” Woohyun snaps back.
Sunggyu is in a simple sweatshirt. They look like they’re from different planets, but their hands are interlaced on the table, so it works.
Sungyeol wonders how he and Myungsoo look from aside.
“Sorry, we’re late. We didn’t notice the time, and then Sungyeol forgot where this place is.”
“Forgot?” Woohyun repeats, looking a little disappointed by the explanation. He tries to find the expression on Sungyeol’s face, but Sungyeol pretends to be busy with settling down in his seat, as if it’s no big deal.
“Half an hour. I was ready to eat Woohyun already!” Sunggyu complains. “Let’s order.”
“What do you want, ‘Yeol?” Myungsoo turns to him, and Sungyeol feels like punching him for using this nickname.
Myungsoo squeezes his thigh. Sungyeol gets the message. He should stick to the divine plan Myungsoo came up with.
“Well, what are you ordering?” he puts his own menu down and looks at Myungsoo’s. “I want this.” Sungyeol points at something random as he leans at his arm.
“Hey, since we’re in a Korean barbeque and all and we’re all hungry because Sungyeol didn’t even let me have breakfast-“
“Hey!”
“-let’s just order the biggest portion of meat?”
“Sounds good,” Sunggyu agrees.
“Oh, please. I’m sure Sungyeol’s mom fed you before you left.” Woohyun continues to scan the menu.
“How did you know Myungsoo was in my place?” Sungyeol is going to hell for this.
“I saw you going home in the morning, you didn’t even notice me.” He means to show off like he’s offended, so Sungyeol plays along; “Seriously? Sorry about that.”
“Here, he apologized, now be a good boy and stop sulking,” Sunggyu nudges Woohyun, who pouts and mutters that he wasn’t sulking. “Alright, now that that’s settled… what kind of meat would you like?”
“Pork!” Both Sungyeol and Myungsoo say together, then look at each other and laugh because that wasn’t planned at all.
Sunggyu chuckles; “Pork it is.”
“But Woohyun doesn’t like pork,” Sungyeol opposes. “We should order something mixed with beef.”
“I like pork now!”
“You always yell at me and Hoya for ordering pork.”
Sungyeol understands he must have said something wrong, because Woohyun avoids looking at Sunggyu and rubs his head. “Order just whatever you like. It’s fine.”
He probably didn’t say anything when Sunggyu ordered pork, Sungyeol understands when he sees the gaze Sunggyu gives his boyfriend, and it annoys the hell out of him.
Woohyun is selfish like that; he had broken up with a girlfriend before just because while he was in the bathroom she ordered pork for the two of them. But that doesn’t seem like the case with Sunggyu.
Sungyeol tries not to get angry, but it’s beyond him; he’s just like every other ex-girlfriend with Woohyun, without any significant importance, while Sunggyu gets this special treatment and he’s important enough and Woohyun actually wants Sunggyu to like him back.
It was always so one-sided every time he went with a girl. She would be the one who approached him, she would be the one who showered him with love, and she would be the one who ended up crying her heart out when they broke up. Sungyeol thought he was special just like any of them; running after Woohyun and tolerating his tantrums and then ending up hurt while Woohyun got to continue with his life.
“Alright, let’s order the mixed one…” Myungsoo is staring at the menu, still contemplating on what to take. Sungyeol reminds himself once again that Myungsoo is more interesting, and it works. Myungsoo has this careless expression, and from Sungyeol’s angle he can see how Myungsoo’s lashes flutter when he blinks.
When they’re waiting for the food, Myungsoo puts his hand on Sungyeol’s waist and they chatter about a game they both played animatedly. Sungyeol makes sure to touch his arm and elbow and chest as he speaks.
He gets so conscious of his own actions and Myungsoo’s touches and putting up a good show that he barely notices Woohyun and Sunggyu.
Then the chatter develops into another conversation, with Sunggyu; apparently Myungsoo has some friends that Sunggyu knew and hated. Some bullshit about childhood friends. Blah-blah-blah-blah, yada-yada-yada. Woohyun kicks Sungyeol under the table when he notices Sungyeol isn’t listening; he looks stern as if Sungyeol should pay attention but Myungsoo looks strained. He looks like he doesn’t want to talk about his friends.
Sungyeol isn’t interested in Myungsoo’s friends, because he’s busy testing places on Myungsoo’s body that if touched, create a reaction. Like his nape. Or behind his ear. He shivers underneath Sungyeol’s fingers right in the middle of a sentence.
He’s so easily distracted, that it’s almost fun. Myungsoo turns to him when it’s Woohyun’s turn to speak and buries his nose into Sungyeol’s neck, and Sungyeol isn’t really sure what exactly they’re doing, but it sure does the trick; “I’m going to the bathroom!” Woohyun slams the chopsticks on the table.
Only when the food finally comes, and they continue to talk about different stuff.
Woohyun and Sunggyu talk about some songs they like, which appeal to Myungsoo as well, but they mostly feed each other with those sickly-love-struck expressions, and Sungyeol doesn’t actually notice it until Myungsoo makes a face at him and signals with his head towards the couple.
“No.” Sungyeol whispers to him.
“Yes.”
“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this.”
“Do it, Sungyeol.”
“No. I’m warning you.”
Myungsoo already lifts the chopsticks.
“I don’t want to do embarrassing stuff like those grandpas…!” He leans as far away as possible, until his head hits the window behind him.
Myungsoo is being a jerk, with this smug smile on his face and says stuff like; “Look it’s a helicopter,” and “Is the plane ready for landing?” To make him laugh, but Sungyeol isn’t going to budge. He pursues his lips together as hard as he can until Myungsoo smears the greasy meat on his lips and makes him eat it. As revenge he throws kimchi at Myungsoo, but the bastard manages to catch it with his mouth.
Sunggyu seems amused; “I think we just got insulted.”
“I think so too.” Woohyun agrees, but doesn’t look as happy about it.
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After they finish they roam around the shopping mall.
If they weren’t touchy-feely back in the restaurant, now Myungsoo decides to go overboard. He holds his hand when they go window shopping, and it’s a little embarrassing, because everybody are glancing at them, but it’s not that bad like in school, so he endures it.
“Hey, this looks nice.” Sungyeol leans down to look better at the store’s window.
“You like the weirdest things,” Woohyun comments as he passes him with Sunggyu by his side (still talking on the phone with someone), which doesn’t look interested in jewelry at all.
“What is it?” Myungsoo leans down by him.
“This.” Sungyeol points at the window that displays it.
“The Infinity sign necklace? Looks cheap and girly.”
Sungyeol glares at him. Myungsoo smirks.
“Hey, you don’t have any earrings.” Sungyeol suddenly exclaims, and reaches out to touch Myungsoo’s earlobes. Sungyeol has about five earrings on his ears, so it looks kind of strange to him that Myungsoo has none. “Now that I look, you don’t wear rings or bracelets that much.” He spreads Myungsoo’s palm with his other hand, as if to check.
Myungsoo’s eyes seem to bore a hole inside of him, till the point he suddenly feels embarrassed for the skin-ship.
A ring from his phone finally makes them look away from each other. He got a message from Hoya.
“Let’s go, we’ll lose them.”
“Wait,” Sungyeol sends a text back to his best friend. Myungsoo hugs him from behind and puts his head on his shoulder as he pushes him towards Sunggyu and Woohyun.
“Texting your best friend while on a date with a fake boyfriend you hired to get back at your other best friend? I’m starting to think you have some kind of a fetish.”
Sungyeol snickers; “I think he’s offended because we didn’t invite him, but he won’t admit it.”
“Aha,” Myungsoo replies sardonically.
Sungyeol glances at Woohyun and Sunggyu in front of them. The only thing that indicates they’re a couple is Woohyun’s hand on the low of Sunggyu’s back, as if leading him in the right direction.
“Don’t you think we’re over-doing it a bit?” He whispers.
Myungsoo cocks his head to the side; “What do you mean?”
“I’m ready to puke with all this touching, honestly. Real couples don’t really get so cuddly, do they?” Well, not really puke-puke. It’s not like its unpleasant - on the contrary, Myungsoo’s hands are careful and gentle. But it’s not like he likes it, or anything, of course. He’s just trying to make a point.
“Why not?” Myungsoo sounds offended, although he doesn’t show it on his face.
Sungyeol rubs his head, and thinks of something else to say because the glaring obvious; ‘but look at Sunggyu and Woohyun!’ yet nothing comes to his mind, so Myungsoo continues. “If you want me to, I’ll stop. But you started this, so it might seem weird if we suddenly become more distant.”
“What? When did I ever-”
“Back in the restaurant, you had your hands all over me-“
“I was doing what you told me to do!”
“Well, then continue doing the same because it’s working.”
He can’t argue with that because Woohyun did look angry somewhat.
They go to the arcade, and play quite a few games. Sungyeol doesn’t really want to admit he’s having fun, but there’s no helping it. Woohyun sucks at anything game-related but he’s also really competitive, and Sunggyu keeps losing on purpose, because he doesn’t want Woohyun to suck all alone. Sunggyu is pretty fun to hang out with, since although a little uptight, he totally relaxes with Woohyun. Sungyeol and Myungsoo make a good team, with high scores, and then the weirdest thing happens.
Sungyeol is competing with Woohyun in race cars, and Sunggyu goes to the bathroom, and Sungyeol is all pumped up to defeat him, and then Myungsoo leans beside him, and tells him to try not to hit the barrels because they slow him down, and Sungyeol glances at him, and he likes the way his hair is styled and the way he smells of his strong cologne and how he laughs.
Needless to say that his car hits the railroad and crushes and Woohyun wins.
He gloats about it all the way to the park, even though Sungyeol won the other 12 games. He rubs it in his face, and Sungyeol laughs at him for being such a sore loser and not accepting the fact that he can’t play games, while Sunggyu and Myungsoo chatter behind them.
“Sunggyu, you should buy your boyfriend, who is a natural winner, an ice-cream!” Woohyun hangs himself on Sunggyu’s hand, pointing to a little ice-cream stand by the road.
“Natural winner my ass!”
“Says the guy who couldn’t even win me in race-cars!”
“You can’t even punch! Or kill zombies! You didn’t even hit one!”
“Alright, alright. I’ll buy you ice-cream too, okay?” Myungsoo pats his head.
Sungyeol crosses his hands on his chest; “With sprinkles.”
“With sprinkles,” Myungsoo promises and chuckles as he leaves after Sunggyu.
“They like each other.” Woohyun suddenly says while watching Myungsoo and Sunggyu wait in the line; Sunggyu explains something by showing Myungsoo peculiar hand movements.
Then Myungsoo shows Sunggyu other peculiar hand movements and Sunggyu nods importantly as if their discussion is really serious.
ldquo;In a hostile kind of way.” Sungyeol agrees.
Woohyun laughs, and turns to face him, and only then it strikes Sungyeol that he’s left alone with him. He feels a little vulnerable without Myungsoo.
Woohyun bites his lip and sighs when he studies Sungyeol’s face, and Sungyeol feels uneasy, because he knows Woohyun is going to blurt something out.
He doesn’t look angry, or jealous, and although that bit nudges him a little inside, Sungyeol is more afraid that Woohyun will apologize.
He doesn’t want to forgive him just yet. He comfortable exactly where he is right now. Mad at Woohyun, best friends with Hoya who’s actually tries to be supportive of him, and with Myungsoo, who definitely managed to become a part of his life.
A big part of his life.
Before Woohyun gets the chance to say something, Sunggyu saves the day; “Woohyun-ah, I’m buying you vanilla!”
“I don’t want vanilla!” He yells back.
“Then chocolate!”
Woohyun clicks his tongue; “I want cinnamon!”
“Well, they don’t have cinnamon!”
Myungsoo, who’s holding two cups of ice-cream already, looks back and forth at the exchange of screams before saying something to Sunggyu, who nods at him, and starts to walk toward the two of them. Sunggyu looks pissed and then yells; “YAH, you little rascal, come and pick your own god damn flavor!”
“Can’t do a damn thing without me, seriously.” Woohyun whispers and trudges towards the opposite direction.
Myungsoo replaces him and pushes the ice-cream cup to Sungyeol. It’s chocolate-strawberry, just like he likes it.
“You didn’t put sprinkles on it.” He pouts loud enough for Woohyun to hear at his distance.
Myungsoo chuckles and sits at the bench, watching Woohyun getting hit by Sunggyu. “That would be an additional 5,000 won, by the way. If you wanted sprinkles, it would’ve been 5,500 won, and as the considerate boyfriend I am, I decided to take it easy on you.”
“So it’s 1,205,000. No biggie.” Sungyeol smirks and sits down in front of him at the bench.
“You forgot the restaurant.”
“1,225,000. Still no biggie.”
Myungsoo glares at him, and Sungyeol tries not to laugh with his mouth full.
“Kind of nostalgic, isn’t it?”
Sungyeol is surprised to find that it’s sunset. They’re sitting on the bench with ice-cream in their hands.
“You mean our first date?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess.” Sungyeol shrugs. “If that ice-cream goes anywhere near me, I’ll kill you.”
Myungsoo laughs.
“You shouldn’t be worried about the ice-cream, though.” He bumps their foreheads together, and Sungyeol completely tenses in a millisecond, and almost drops his ice-cream.
“What are… you doing?”
“Making sure I’m getting my money. They’re standing there watching us.”
Sungyeol doesn’t really know what to say, because Myungsoo’s breathing mingles with his own.
“Well?”
“Well what?” He tries to look down, at the now shaking cup of ice-cream, to avoid eye contact.
“Kiss me.”
Sungyeol grips harder onto his ice-cream cup because he feels like the world is spinning and it’s the only thing that can keep him stable. “We agreed on this earlier, didn’t we?!”
“If you’re not going to do this now, it’ll look suspicious.”
“I don’t care how it looks,” he whispers, trying to control his voice. His ice-cream is really interesting right now. Practically fascinating. Oh, god, this ice-cream cup needs to be nominated for the idol of the year.
“Pussy,” Myungsoo whispers back teasingly. “Fine, then.”
Myungsoo’s finger is really gentle on his chin, and Sungyeol wants to oppose, but it happens too quickly for him to react.
Myungsoo’s lips on his own are soft, moving painfully slowly, making his heart race so fast and so loud that he’s almost sure Myungsoo can hear it too.
He doesn’t mean it, he probably just wants to say out his name so he’ll stop, but his own lips move, and Myungsoo takes it as a cue to deepen his kiss.
It’s nothing like kissing Woohyun.
Myungsoo is ten times better than Woohyun, and it feels like he knows exactly what he’s doing; moving so close, their knees meet and noses flare with heated breathing. He feels like he swallowed a herd of butterflies that try to claw their way out of his stomach.
Sungyeol feels so swept by the moment, that he has no idea where to put his hands, so he just holds them in the air awkwardly, scared to move. Thankfully, Myungsoo catches them and puts them on his shoulders.
Just when he finally decides to lean in, Myungsoo draws back.
“Oh my god, you’re terrible at kissing.” He exclaims, a little out of breath. He says it like it’s some kind of important epiphany.
Sungyeol isn’t breathing at all, for a long minute now, eyes wide as plates.
“You’re probably the worst kissing partner I had,” He continues.
“Shut up,” Sungyeol regains his voice, although it’s a little shaky, and brings the ice-cream to his mouth to cover how sweet Myungsoo tastes. His hand is slightly jittery.
“Don’t look now, but Woohyun is throwing a fit.”
“Really?” He’s tempted to look, but first he wants to regulate his heart beat
“Yup. Although I don’t know what is he so pissed about; that was horrible. If that’s how you kiss, I understand why he left you.”
“Shut up!” Sungyeol wants to glare at him, but Myungsoo is watching him with that smirk on his face, and his lips are still glistening and Sungyeol looks away as if scorched. He rubs his face in frustration and in an attempt to hide himself away somewhere. “I hate you so bad right now.”
Myungsoo gets up. “Come on and stop making such a big deal. We kiss all the time, remember?”
Needless to say that for the next hour he eats his ice-cream, fuming. Myungsoo keeps brushing his arm soothingly, but that doesn’t help. Sungyeol wants Woohyun and Sunggyu to go as far away as possible so he can beat the crap out of Myungsoo.
He decides he’ll slap him first, just to be dramatic, and then he comes up with terrible curse words.
Then, just as he plots where he’s going to burn Myungsoo alive and bury him, Myungsoo’s hand suddenly leaves a warm trail after it. He’s staring at him expectedly.
“What?” He asks.
It looks like Myungsoo is holding in his laughter; “I said I’m going to the bathroom.”
“I’ll go too,” Sunggyu agrees. “Woohyun you said you wanted to go too.”
“I’m fine.” Sungyeol drops the empty cup of ice-cream he’s been abusing while thinking of Myungsoo’s slow death, when he sees that Woohyun’s eyes are fixated on him.
“W-what?”
“You must think I’m an idiot if you want me to buy that shitty-ass kiss.”
“What?” He repeats.
“For a second there,” he point his finger at him like his mom usually does, “For a whole glorious second, I might have actually believed that the two of you are involved!”
“Not this again!”
“Sungyeol, stop lying to me! It’s driving me insane! I’m your best friend, for god’s sake!”
“Just admit that you’re jealous, then.”
“I’m not jealous! I’m with Sunggyu, why would I be jealous of this pathetic façade you’re trying to pull?”
He hits right the spot, and Sungyeol stands up, trying to feign being insulted.
“I think we’re done here. I’m going home.”
“Don’t run away from me because you know I’m right! I’m not blind; it was clear as crystal that you didn’t want to kiss him!”
“You don’t get to say that, because it’s none of your god damn business whether he’s fake or not fake, because you’re with Sunggyu!”
“How does that makes sense?!”
He has no idea how it makes sense, but he doesn’t know what to answer because he wasn’t expecting this at all. “I’m worried about you, of course I care!” Woohyun continues.
“I’m going home!” He storms out, immediately joined by Myungsoo who rashly wishes goodbye to his new senior friend; it looks like the two of them didn’t even made it to the bathroom.
“What’s wrong?” He asks the minute they’re out of sight.
“He totally figured us out.”
Myungsoo has a difficulty of keeping up with his quick striding.
“You should’ve played out like you don’t care what he thinks; now you’re proving him he’s right.”
“Well, what was I supposed to do? Everything was going fine until you decided to kiss me!”
“I didn’t know you were such a bad kisser!”
“How is this my fault, again?” They’re in the middle of the park. It’s dark, and they can’t even see the little garden they were sitting at with Sunggyu and Woohyun.
Myungsoo catches his hand and holds it so he’ll face him, so Sungyeol stops.
“We’ll figure something out, okay?”
His shoulders relax, and he sighs. He’s not really angry, but rather tired. He nods once, and Myungsoo studies his expression.
“Now take me to the train station. Your rich neighborhood is really confusing me with the sizes of your houses.”
This actually gets him thinking if Myungsoo is really that poor.
And for some odd reason, it also makes him smile. “Think of it this way, Myungsoo, you’re a real Cinderella story. Just without the slipper. And Sungjong gets to be your fairy godmother.”
“For some odd reason I can imagine Sungjong in a bright pink tutu.”
This sure lifts his spirit. He laughs.
“Prince charming is the money is the bank. And you’re the wicked step-mother who stops me from getting it.”
Sungyeol starts walking towards the exit of the park. “Nooo, you’re ruining it, I’m prince charming, and you’re the princess, because you get out of your miserable life due to my selfless donation-“
“You lost me after the word prince, since princes can’t be ugly. There has to be some unwritten rule about this.”
“You’re such a bastard, you know that?”
“You could be a princess. An ugly princess. Or… or you could be the Frog-prince… although, you don’t get prettier after you get kissed.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.”
“I’m not that bad at kissing… you just surprised me, that all.”
“That’s why you were obsessing about it for about an hour. I could practically hear your brain working.”
“Woohyun never complained!”
“I bet he did, and you didn’t get the hint. You’re a bit thickheaded.”
“I’m thickheaded? You’re thickheaded! I told you specifically ‘No kissing’-“
They walked out onto the street and Sungyeol suddenly notices that people stare at them, and realizes it’s because Myungsoo is still holding his hand.
They break apart; looking anywhere but each other, and Sungyeol feels his face burn.
It must be because he got used to it. Since they were doing it all day long. Probably.
***
I'm so excited posting this part.
I hope you enjoyed it because I literally waited to post it already.
Ah, Myungyeol drives me crazy... I'm into this conspirisy theory, you see... That Sungyeol got Myungsoo infected with his sore eye so Sunggyu seprated between them in the rooms in Japan... it's all because Myungsoo can't keep his hands to himself... too much times replying google hang-out thingie because I'm crazy, nyan ( ಠ◡ಠ )
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