Sealed with a Kiss [15]
Sealed with a Kiss
Overall Rating; PG-13
Pairings; MyungYeol, WooGyu, slight!WooYeol
Genre; AU, romance, comedy
Summery; Sungyeol wants his ex jealous. Myungsoo needs the money. It’s a win-win deal.
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Warnings:
SEXY STUFF, more cheesy-ness, Woohyun finally getting lectured for being an ass!
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15
Monday arrives and brings with it murky weather.
Although it’s hot, the air is humid and charged with electricity. Myungsoo invites him over, and Sungyeol agrees because his mom hid his video-games for staying out all night at the party without informing her. As they exit the station near Myungsoo’s house, they both groan; it’s raining.
“Maybe it’ll stop in a moment,” Sungyeol suggests, but it’s pretty fierce; pouring like from a bucket.
“Let’s just run.”
“Without an umbrella?”
“You can’t be that spoiled, can you?”
It’s a challenge, and Sungyeol easily falls for it. He holds his blazer over his head, but fat chance that helps him.
When they finally enter Myungsoo’s home, they’re both soaked from head to toe.
Myungsoo’s dark blue shirt is sticking to his body, and his socks make wet slapping sounds on the floor as he comes in and throws his bag on the floor.
“I’ll go get some towels,” He tells him, and Sungyeol agrees.
He peels the rest of the jacket off him. It feels sticky, and makes him shiver.
Myungsoo’s hair looks wild when he comes back into the room with a towel.
“Sit down,” he orders as he looks at him.
“I’ll wet your couch.”
“It’s fine. Leather can’t get wet.”
Myungsoo puts a towel on Sungyeol’s head, and hides the world away from him. He ruffles his head really gently and quickly, as if a little scared to hurt him.
Sungyeol laughs; “I’m dry, I’m dry!”
“I should get us some change of clothes,” Myungsoo says, looking around.
“Yeah, it’s a little cold.” Sungyeol shivers uneasily.
It isn’t like its cold, more like uncomfortable when the cloths are clamped to his body like that.
Myungsoo must have felt his body shudder, because he’s staring at his shirt.
Sungyeol looks down to see what captured his intense gaze.
He’s wearing a normal white school-shirt underneath the blazer, but now it’s completely drenched and see-through. And his nipples are visible.
Sungyeol hides his body by hugging himself and glares at him; “What are you staring at, huh?”
Myungsoo smiles charmingly. “You don’t have to be such a girl about it. It’s not like you have tits,” he removes Sungyeol’s hands from his chest. They wrestle a little, and then Myungsoo somehow ends up almost on top of him.
“Rape!” Sungyeol yells, laughing.
“You can’t rape the willing.” Myungsoo argues.
“I’m not willing,” Sungyeol protests and tries to wriggle his hands out of Myungsoo’s clutches. “I’m cold,” he whines. He doesn’t feel intimated or unfamiliar by the position, but Myungsoo makes sure he does.
He slides one of his hands on Sungyeol’s wet shirt until it meets Sungyeol’s nipple. “I can warm you up. If you want.” His eyes finally flicker to Sungyeol’s eyes, and he’s beyond the point of talking, so he just grabs Myungsoo’s collar, and pulls him down on his lips.
Myungsoo shifts his weight on him and Sungyeol blushes when he feels how excited Myungsoo is about warming him up.
Myungsoo’s hands slide on his wet clothes as they continued to brush their lips and tongues together. Then Myungsoo rolls his hips a little, as he placed little sweet pecks on Sungyeol’s jaw and neck.
“Ah,” Sungyeol can’t believe they’re doing this, or simply can’t think about what they’re doing. “Don’t do that.” He runs his fingernail onto Myungsoo’s muscular back, in order to calm him down.
“Don’t drive me insane like that, then.” Myungsoo returns in his ear, and rolls his hips again, and Sungyeol stifles a moan, and presses his fingernails deeper into Myungsoo’s wet shirt.
He moves on top of him, trapping him between his legs, and Sungyeol can feel himself getting excited as well.
Myungsoo’s hand sneaks underneath his wet shirt, and moves on his damp skin, and Sungyeol sighs into his hair, and closes his eyes when Myungsoo continues brush their bodies together like that.
Then the door is slammed, and Myungsoo jumps from on top of him.
“I’m home-”
Sungyeol tries his best not to look as guilty and as pink as Myungsoo, but they this is probably the definition of caught red-handed.
Myungsoo’s little brother does have some resemblance to Myungsoo. His face structure is a lot manlier than Myungsoo’s, who looks boyish. He glares at the both of them.
“Really, Hyung? The couch I eat dinner on? The couch I watch movies on? This is why you have a room! Ugh! My eyes!” He makes such a big fuss, picking up one of the pillows and throwing it on Myungsoo aggressively.
“Drama-queen.” Myungsoo says in a quieter tone as he stands up.
“I heard that!” He tells him, pointing his baseball bat at his older brother’s retreating back.
“I’ll go find a change of clothes,” Myungsoo says eventually before disappearing into his room.
Sungyeol wants to hit him for leaving him like that with his little brother after what he just witnessed. Talk about embarrassing situations.
Moonsoo’s style is a lot like Myungsoo’s. He looks a little like a delinquent; has a small cut on his cheek as though he had just returned from a brawl. Hair all tussled. A baseball bat in his hand. They have the same habit to squint their eyes when they’re focusing on something.
“Hey, you look kind of familiar…” Moonsoo says and averts the bat at Sungyeol. “Ugh, don’t tell me you’re Daeyeol’s brother.”
Oh. What a strange coincidence.
“Hey, that’s right! My brother goes to a school with the same uniform… Do you know him?” He perks up. Maybe it’ll be less awkward if they’ll have something to talk about (like gossip about his younger brother’s adventures in school. More black-mail material.)
Moonsoo’s frown looks exactly like Myungsoo’s. They both scrunch their noses and furrow their eyebrows. It’s almost identical. And kind of cute, in a way.
“Ugh,” Moonsoo isn’t very talkative just like his big brother, apparently. He slams the door of his room after himself.
“Don’t worry about him… He’s just hungry… He’s pretty coy when he’s sated.” Myungsoo returns with a few clothes in his hands. “There’s left-over pizza in the fridge!” He yells at the closed door.
There’s no reply except something rattling against the door, and Sungyeol has a hunch it’s the baseball bat.
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He’s sitting in Myungsoo’s room, in a borrowed shirt and a towel on his head and some cropped pants Myungsoo found him. It isn’t really cold now that he’s out of the wet clothes.
Myungsoo, however, is walking around in his tight boxers and makes Sungyeol feel uncomfortable.
“Shouldn’t we talk about this?” He finally gets the courage to ask, just as Myungsoo stretches to put a wet shirt on the door of his closet, so it’ll dry.
“Talk about what?” Myungsoo simply asks as he turns to him.
“About earlier…” Sungyeol looks away, frustrated. “Put some pants on, please.” He stands up from the bed and notices a bag for a camera.
“What about earlier?” Myungsoo wraps his hands around him from behind and kisses his neck.
Sungyeol is distracted because Myungsoo owns a huge ass camera… with lenses that probably weight more than him.
“Wow, this is really cool,” He takes it out and checks it. His brother used to own a Canon, until it accidentally fell off the second floor (Sungyeol wasn’t involved, of course.)
It looks professional.
“Where did you get it?” he asks.
Myungsoo’s warm hands leave his body, and when Sungyeol turns around, Myungsoo is hanging his pants to dry on the chair. “Where do you think I got it? Stole it.” He states, as if it's no big deal.
Sungyeol furrows his eyebrows. “No, you didn’t.”
Myungsoo shrugs.
“Why do you keep saying stuff like that? That’s why people keep thinking that you’re some kind of a criminal. You have this eternal poker face and nobody can tell if its sarcasm or you’re actually serious.”
“You know the difference.” Myungsoo’s voice sounds a little angry when he sits on his bed. “I don’t care about people’s opinions.”
Sungyeol walks over and leans to place a kiss on Myungsoo’s lips. “That’s kind of flattering. If you think that only my opinion matters.” Myungsoo brushes their noses together, gentle fingertips sliding on his cheeks and jaw before he pulls him on top of himself.
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“Hi.”
Woohyun and Hoya immediately stop talking when Myungsoo and Sungyeol sit by the table.
“What’s up?” Sungyeol asks.
Hoya rubs his nape. He looks a little angry, and he turns away from Woohyun. “Everything’s fine.” He blurts something, and avoids looking into their eyes.
Woohyun crosses his hands on his chest.
“Damn, forgot to buy my water,” Myungsoo stands up, frowning slightly.
“Don’t forget the straw.” Sungyeol teases and Myungsoo snorts and pokes his nose.
“Wait up, I want some apple juice.” Hoya sets his sandwich back on the table, before going after Myungsoo.
He stops midway, giving Woohyun a warning glare, but the other looks away from him.
Sungyeol opens his lunchbox, (his mom made tiny sausages that look like octopuses. Myungsoo is going to photo the hell out of them) and then notices Woohyun is staring at him.
“So, what’s really up?” He sighs. He has this bad feeling that he’s not going to eat his lunch until Woohyun will ruin his mood.
Woohyun takes a large inhale. And Sungyeol rolls his eyes before he even utters a single word out of his mouth. He’s just so fed up with his bullshit.
“Sungjong told me.” He says.
“About what?”
“I sat with him after school yesterday, so he told me everything.”
Sungyeol takes a bite from his rice. “Okay.” He says with full mouth.
Woohyun purses his lips angrily as if he expects Sungyeol to cry out dramaticly or faint.
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand your point.”
“My point is that he told me!”
“Told you what? Just spill it out already!”
“That they’re in trouble. And that you gave Myungsoo a big sum. And since now you’re together, you’ll give him more money if they’ll need it.”
Well, shit.
Sungyeol stops chewing and hopes Myungsoo will get here fast enough so they’ll bolt.
“Did he blackmail you into this?”
“What?” The horrible truth is that this is the other way around… but it seems like Woohyun doesn’t know the whole story, yet.
“You didn’t want to kiss him that day, I saw it! Did he threaten your life or something?”
“No! You've completely misunderstanding-”
“I’m not stupid.” Woohyun is getting mad by now, face growing pink as he spits; “I am not the bad guy here! I’m your best friend and I care whether you go and land yourself into a hole deep in shit! You don’t even know who you’re messing with!”
“Because you know, right? You know everything so much better than me, don’t you? In fact you know everything better than Sungjong or Myungsoo. Could you just stop pushing your nose into everybody’s business?!”
Woohyun bangs his hand on the table. “I know more than enough. Your boyfriend’s friends are bad people, Sungyeol. And that makes your boyfriend bad people as well! When are you going to open your eyes?!”
Although he should be focusing on the fact that Woohyun partly found out, he suddenly remembers that Myungsoo actually got offended when he mentioned it, and feels insulted for him.
“And stop taking me for a fool!” Woohyun continues when he isn’t answering; “This relationship you have with him isn’t natural! Is this some kind of a twisted version of Stockholm syndrome?”
“You know him for all this time, and you still dare to blurt this bullshit out of your mouth?”He seethes.
That sure silences Woohyun.
“Do you even understand how insulting this is? You better swear to god that he didn’t hear, because if he did, I will never speak to you again. I assure you that he would never do anything to hurt me, and that’s not something that I can’t say about you, Woohyun, and I considered you my best friend! You were never one to believe rumors, and I don’t know if this is because how arrogant you got with Sunggyu or because I’ve been such a blind fool that ran around after you, but I’m seriously starting to doubt our friendship. Or what’s left of it. So don’t go calling me your best friend like nothing happened.”
Woohyun looks taken aback, as if he never expected Sungyeol to say those things into his face.
“These past few weeks you’ve been acting like some arrogant shit, Woohyun. Not to mention that at the party you went and once again pried into something that is definitely none of your business.”
“I just told him the truth.” Woohyun defends himself. “In case you didn’t notice, beside the fact that you’re both in a different social-economic position and that you’re both men, the possibilities of you two staying together are limited.”
Sungyeol snaps; “Who the fuck gave you the permission to go and say that to him? Are you my mom? My brother?! What the hell is Social-economic position,” Sungyeol imitates his snobby voice. “You and Sunggyu are both men as well. And guess what, buddy? Next year Sunggyu goes to college, meets a nice girl who he knows he can settle with and you become just an awkward phase in his teenage life!”
Woohyun looks offended by that last comment, and Sungyeol thinks that he might’ve crossed a line there. After all, that is not something he would like to hear about Myungsoo. This pretty much equals to a slap in the face.
“How would you feel, if I’ll go to Sunggyu and have a chat with him about some stuff he should know about you?” Woohyun’s expression gives him away.
Sungyeol takes a large sigh.
He remembers a time when things weren’t this difficult, when it was just him, Woohyun and Hoya, and they would fool around and crack jokes about girls and life. He misses that Woohyun - the Woohyun that was his best friend, and patted his back when he puked after drinking. The Woohyun that was his shoulder to cry on, when Sungyeol got rejected by yet another girl who didn’t thought fart jokes were funny. The Woohyun that called him at one am because he was feeling bored and the Woohyun who he called his best friend with a certain pride in his voice.
“I like him, Woohyun.” It’s all the honesty he can master. “I seriously do. And this is difficult enough without you sticking your nose into this. Obviously it’s far easier when I’m the crony who does everything you ask, but for the first time in my life, I actually like somebody till the point that I can trust him with my eyes closed. And instead of being a good friend, you find excuses to separate between us?”
Woohyun looks like scolded baby, and doesn’t even know what to say. Sungyeol stands up abruptly and shakes his head.
“Is… everything okay?” Myungsoo and Hoya arrive like a few long seconds after, just in time.
“Yes. Peachy. Let’s go have lunch in the yard.” He takes Myungsoo by the hand to the yard.
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“What was that all about?”
“The usual.” He doesn’t even want to talk about it. “What exactly did you tell Sungjong?” He changes the subject.
“About what?” Myungsoo slurps from his water. He looks like he’s in good mood, and Sungyeol wants to be in good mood as well. Seriously, how could somebody even think badly of Myungsoo? He’s really gentle and caring - if you get past the barriers of his expressionless mask - and pretty funny too. He can’t be the only one who thinks this way, can he?
“About the deal…? Did you tell him everything?”
Myungsoo shakes his head. “When we had to pay up and I had most of the money, he wanted to know where it came from. I told him I loaned it from you. The rest of the money we needed was Sungjong’s savings, so it seemed fair that I’ll tell him at least something.”
“To pay up for what?”
Myungsoo looks up at him and puts his water down on the grass. “Let’s talk about something else-”
“I just want to know, that’s all. What kind of trouble are you in, I want to know.”
“We talked about this. I don’t want you involved.” He seethes back, turning to look at the yard.
“It’s too late for that, now. I’m already involved.”
Myungsoo refuses to answer, as if the conversation is done.
“You promised that you’ll stay out of it.” He finally says after a long minute. “So keep that promise.”
Sungyeol nods bitterly. He doesn’t want to eat anymore.
It’s not like there’s some overwhelming urge to know everything gnawing at him, and he knows that it’s childish to feel like Myungsoo’s keeping him in the dark. Myungsoo should have his own secrets, and that’s okay. He should respect that call.
“It’s a little scary.” He confesses suddenly. “What they did to Sungjong. And what they did to you.”
“Sungyeol,” he picks up his hand. “That’s exactly the reason I’m not going to tell you anything. What if something happens to you?”
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” He assures Myungsoo. He wants to joke and say that because he’s tall and scary nobody’s going to mess with him, but Myungsoo squeezes Sungyeol’s hand underneath his.
“I’ll die if something happens to you.”
It might be a little selfish of Sungyeol, but he accepts that reason. His heart flutters with happiness as he looks at Myungsoo who slurps from his water and proceeds to look everywhere but on Sungyeol.
He’s embarrassed, in his own weird way, to express his feelings and immediately changes the subject, and takes out his phone to take photos of Sungyeol octopus sausages.
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HELLO, FRIENDS.
So. uh. You know that silly feature on chrome that makes you rename links in order to organize them?
So I save links of gifs and then rename in order to remember stuff. It's generally something really simple like; "Woohyun dork" and "Yeollie smiling" or "excuse jong's perfection".
And I have tons of gifs.
Then I find this:
"just casually removing dried cum off his hair"
(this is the actual words I put)
Figures I was talking about this gif:
Well, since you put it there, Myungsoo, you should be the one to remove it. (≖‿≖)
ALSO! I HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL TO SHARE!
budibi, an AFF user has made this for this for my fic:
I got so excited and was so touched, that I decided to post a double chapter today, but alas, could not finish it on time!
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