[Oneshot] Me, You, and This Morning that Comes Too Early
Me, You, and The Morning That Comes Too Early
Sungyeol wakes up too early that day. He wants to sleep some more, so he shifts a little only to realize how he can't even move… and how there are long slender fingers splay just a few inches above his pants on the back. Now, what’s this? Sunggyu’s stuffed animal? Or Dongwoo’s?
With a low grunt he opens his eyes half-heartedly, meeting the sight of sleeping L, sleeping so close -too close, a long white arm drapes around Sungyeol’s hips.
His breath hitches, he tries not to yell in shock or smacks the younger boy out of his sleep. Who wants to wake a person who looks like a freaking gorgeous model in his sleep? Wait, did Sungyeol just thought L gorgeous? I’m sleepy, that is, Sungyeol says to himself.
“L,” he whispers quietly. No respond, this guy surely sleeps like a deadlock, even his natural face said so. Sungyeol lifts his elbow a little bit to see Sunggyu still sleeping soundly, his back facing L’s.
“L,” he says once more, moving closer this time his lips nearly -or already?- touching L’s forehead, he’s 2 centimeters taller after all, “Myungsoo…”
Still no response. Now Sungyeol can feels L’s warm breath tingles on his cheeks, his chin, and his neck -and …oh this is bad. “L Kim, you should wake up right now,“ he tries louder this time, his free hand tries to move L’s hand but his effort comes fruitless, “Kim Myungsoo… why are your hands freaking heavy , ugh-“
Sungyeol’s word goes unfinished as soon as the other boy suddenly moves. Now a pair of arms hug him tightly, adds one leg now drapes over his lower half, and how L’s body aligns deeper to him… Sungyeol surely never face any condition worst than this.
“Myungsoo, tell me you’re not awake or I’ll punch you,” Sungyeol says in a serious tone. He gets no reply.
He can't help but sighs. Now he's absolutely paralyzed in L’s bone-crushing hug, he can do nothing but wait until the said boy wake himself or Sunggyu to finally wake up and separates them.
He closes his eyes, tries to relax himself. Come on, you can find something positive from this predicament, Sungyeol tries to reassure himself. He doesn't stink. He looks okay even from up-close, damn okay to be honest. And he makes you warm.
Okay… the last one sounds too mushy, Sungyeol grumbles inside. He opens his eyes once more, soon realizes how he’s not sleepy anymore.
But there’s only L’s feature splays before his eyes. The handsome feature, the 1st rank in visual department of Infinite, the guy who can keep motionless but still loved by the cameramen, L who gets all the footage and popularity he longs for… Myungsoo has turned to be the love of his life in these several months. And drinking all those sights in front of him, Sungyeol can't help but smile remembering the time they first got together.
Nothing bitter in their relationship so far. They still act like usual, like good bickering-buddies that like to tease each other. Of course, Sungyeol knows better. The whole dorm knows better. But maybe, just maybe, that’s also the minus point.
L treats him nicely. He checks what Sungyeol do, what music Sungyeol listens to, what things that are important to him. Sungyeol, who knows how brash L’s head could be, and how shy his real self is, thinks that all those secretive caring acts and loving stares from L are adorable. He tries to reciprocate the attention he gets form L. Sungyeol himself doesn’t like to act lovey dovey in public, he’s not that type to say I LOVE YOU, act matters to him not words. And since they’re still new, they’re still awkward whenever they're together alone. So, he planned to show L indirectly how he feels. He started getting rid of the jealous feeling he used to have and acts sweeter to him. He stopped picking up fights with L, said ‘yes’ easily mostly over everything L asked or did. He even tried to strain himself from bad mouthing the younger boy in shows and interview, ignoring his inner self who claimed how It would be less entertaining for the show.
Then, L told him to stop acting that way.
At first, Sungyeol guessed it might be the conceptor, their manager or the CEO himself, who advised L to talk to him, so he could go back to his ‘Joker image’ and continue their previous ‘Love-hate buddies’ concept which popular among the fans. But hell, he was dead wrong.
“Stop acting that way. You don’t make yourself look better. I want you to act freely, like your usual self.”
“Don’t pretend in front of me. I know you too well, I know you as much I know my own reflection.”
Then he stopped.
He goes back to his old-self, joking freely to everyone and about anyone, including L. But deep inside he still longs to show L, to show the world, how he really feels about the boy. Even just a bit.
Just a bit so L can know he loves him, even without the 3 magic words.
There’s a tad free space for Sungyeol to move his right hand, and somehow, it moves on his own. His fingers rub against the textures of L’s cotton peasant top, slowly feeling how heat emanating from its owner chest. The steady beats of heart crack the silence in the room, but pump Sungyeol’s on the contrary. Eyes focus on the handsome face, his fingers rake higher now to his neck, to that beautiful Adam’s apple bobbing quietly even when L is sleeping, then to his supple jawline, to his evident cheekbones, to his soft and big eyelids… and Sungyeol loses track as his finger wanders unstoppably.
Treasuring and remembering the soft textures of L’s skin enthralls him and makes him envy at the same time. But he loves how it feels under his skin. Like smearing paints on your canvas, a voice in the back of Sungyeol’s head speaks. He likes to draw, it’s his hobby and specialty, he used to dream of becoming a famous painter when he was young. But then, if his youngself knew L first and how that boy’s skin feels much much better under his fingers than the painted canvas in comparison, this would become his dreamーto have L’s skin against his.
His forefinger now unravels L’s upper lip. That pinkish, wide and pouty lips that makes Infinite fangirls dream inappropriate dreams. Lips that are mine, Sungyeol snickers to himself, but I haven’t claimed it yet.
See, that’s also a proof why their friend-like attitude toward each other is a minus point in this relationship. It’s been 3 months yet they haven’t gone anywhere further than holding hands. Sungyeol pouts a bit while thinking to himself, is it okay if I kiss him now? Kiss him in his sleep? Now that sounds too cheesy and pervert. But no one can guarantee they might do the kissing part anytime sooner, so why shoo away a chance now?
He still considers his thoughts when he presses his forefinger a bit longer on L’s lower lip. The chewy pinkish lips turn into a darker shade of red, making Sungyeol even more curious. He squeezes the lower lips, making that pouty lips even wider. In a few seconds he losses his plan to kiss L and chuckles a bit on how cute L looks right now with his lips reddened and squeezed.
“…hng”
Suddenly, L’ s feet which has been dangling around his lower half since forever this morning moves along side his calf. It surprises Sungyeol, so the brown haired boy lifts his head a bit to see how L’s leg and toes rub his calf mindlessly, he himself doesn’t catch the noise that L produced before.
L squirms again this time with his toes raking up higher and higher to Sungyeol’s calf, Sungyeol can't help but panics. He squirms uncomfortably and tries to shove L’s foot away with his own, yet as usual, it’s futile considering how the latter is more built than him. This is so not good, we haven't even kissed yet and now he attacks me in his sleep? Sungyeol bites himself so he doesn’t make any loud sound.
“….you know what, you writhe too much Yeollie.”
That voice. Sungyeol raises his head constantly, he meets the sight of L with eyes still closed but his infamous smirk plasters his face.
Something clicks inside his head.
“You stupid brat! You tricked me, right?” Sungyeol’s yell goes unfinished when the younger boy glues his hand to Sungyeol’s mouth, preventing him to make loud sounds.
He smiles a bit. Seems like he opens his eyes, but Sungyeol is not really sure due to their position and L’s big eyelids and eyebags. “You don’t want to wake Sunggyu, do you? We know how tired he is with all our recent schedules.”
Sungyeol grabs L’s hand, moves it from his lips so he can talk. “It’s not me who’ll wake him up. It’s you.”
“How could it be me? You’re the one being all loud and noisy in this early morning,” L retorts back. He smiles a bit, happy to feel Sungyeol’s fingers interlace with his.
“Yes, but it’s because of you,” Sungyeol says.
“Me?” L snuggles a bit deeper to hide his chuckles, “It should be me who yell and shove you hard, you were the one who molested me in my sleep. Traced my chest, and neck, and face with your finger. What a creep.”
“But you were the one who hugged me! You tempted me….” Sungyeol stops a little while, his face is now tomato red when he realizes what he just said, and how it makes another click sound in his head, “…WAIT, SO YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE? Yo-You moved your body on purpose?”
L can't help it. Sungyeol’s hysterical question and comical expression amuse him as always.
“Myungsoo-yah, answer me,” Sungyeol now shoves L harder by his shoulder, finally gives space between them. Then like a persistent, stubborn brat he is, L scoots closer, eyes still narrowly open and smiles keep blooming on his lips. He circles his arm around the taller boy waist, only to get a shove back -but weaker, L takes note, on his shoulder by Sungyeol once more. “Seriously, don’t play with me like that anymore, get it?”
“What? Don’t you like it? ...you seemed happy to have me close to you a few minutes ago,” he says teasingly.
Sungyeol’s face is now getting redder. “N -no… It’s not w -what you…. think,” he stutters. Shit, he stutters and it only opens his weak side in front of this boy.
Sungyeol can feel L's smile somewhat radiates heat next to his cheek. “You like it, didn't you? See, I know you, I understand you.”
Those words. Those words are said by L too many times, it makes him warm and light-headed.
He lowers his head this time, speaks to L’s now clearly closed lids, “Why?”
“’Why’ what?” comes the reply softly.
“Why did you do that?” Why do you keep giving me little things that keep me alive? Why do you always make me happy? Why don’t you let me change 180 degree so I can treat you sweet and nice in public like Sungjong does to you? Sungyeol bites his tongue so all the childish questions won't come up in one buff.
There’s no direct reply from L. Sungyeol can see how his eyebrows move a bit, shows that he contemplates on his thought before letting out an answer.
Sungyeol is special for him. L, this Myungsoo, will smile more when Sungyeol’s around, and laugh the hardest to Sungyeol’s jokes and imitations. It’s easier to put a happy expression whenever Sungyeol is around, because Sungyeol makes him genuinely happy.
Frankly, Sungyeol himself seems too oblivious on his own power to become the lights on L’s day. He wants to tell Sungyeol how he turns his day to one exciting story, how Sungyeol has succeeded in making him happy, in making him, Kim Myungsoo, fall in love over and over again. But then L knows how Sungyeol's going to react. Sungyeol is a fighter at heart. He doesn’t get his prize for free, he wants to make a good fight first, he wants to do something that makes himself feel worthy. Tells him how by simply be himself has made Kim Myungsoo falls madly and deeply in love with him, infuriates him. He will start asking for explanation, how could that be possible, how could he make L fall for him when all he does is nothing?
L understands that, he even likes that quality in him, of course. But these days it turns to be bothersome. He knows, just by looking, how hard Sungyeol thinks upon himself, upon him, upon their relationship. What he needs to do to make L happy, what he needs to do so they can look like normal couple.
L knows it all. He knows Sungyeol too effing well, it hurts his own brain sometimes.
“..Soo-“
“I did it because I want to,” comes the long-awaiting reply, follows a deep sigh from the younger one.
Sungyeol’ s eyebrow knitted in one long ropes of confusion, “How impulsive.”
“I did it because I want to. I want to make you happy.”
L listens how Sungyeol’s breathe hitch this time with a fast thumping sounds blaring from his chest. He snuggles even closer, the thumping sounds make a beautiful music to his ear and it makes him happier to know that Sungyeol’s heart beats so fast because of him.
“I want to make you happy, I want to spoil you,” L whispers hotly, his eyes still closes, he lets his other senses to be overwhelmed by blinding warmness that’s in, “All you have to do is smile at me, and be your usual self.”
It gets hot in the room, and their little moments of silent doesn’t make it any better.
“Pabo,” Sungyeol shoves L playfully with an animal-shaped pillow, “Stop messing with my mind, will ya?” Then comes the warm laughter L has fallen for.
Pretends to rub his head like he was really hurt, L smirks, “I already knew you wont say ‘yes’ as a response. But calling me pabo sure shocks me a bit.”
“Pabo Myungsoo,” Sungyeol repeat his chirps happily, his face still red and warm, “Myungsoo is a pabo-yah.”
L smiles to himself. His lover's choding attitude amuses him as always. “But this pabo has become your lover, hasn’t he?”
Sungyeol stops his chirps for awhile, before punching L repeatedly with the same pillow as before. “You manipulative thing! How could you act all cool and posh outside, huh? Even people who look you in daily life take you as a shy guy… they have been cheated! They don’t know how cheesy, and pervy, and irritating you really are!”
L can't help but laugh. He receives Sungyeol’s light punch whole-heartedly, it’s like the first time in weeks he can see Sungyeol’s free self around him. He fights back a bit, he laughs soundlessly as the older boy strangles him. Then, the silent laughters between the two dies away as soon as Sungyeol realizes he lands half on top of L. The situation turns awkward once more. Sungyeol turns to his side of bed in a hurry, now his face completely beet red. He chooses to turn his back.
L chuckles a little more. “You should see your face, it’s funny.”
“I AM funny. Now shut up and go back to sleep,” Sungyeol’s voice drowns by a plush he shuffled himself into. What he doesn’t expect is when L grabs his shoulder and turns him back to face him by force.
“Myungsoo, seriously-“
Sungyeol words get unfinished once more. This time not because L molests him in his sleep or L has said some witty retorts to respond him back. It’s L’s lips meets him in one slow tango he barely registers when it comes to an end.
“I know you want to do this since forever,” L says slowly against Sungyeol’s tender lips, “and so I fulfill your wish.”
Sungyeol is really shocked by now. He can't make any sound nor reaction. The only reaction he makes seconds later is the reddened color of his face and the broken stutters coming from his mouth.
“I know this reaction may come, too. This reaction means you're happy.” L smiles smugly to him, his finger traces Sungyeol’s outer lips. His face radiates happiness.
Closing his eyes and taking a few deep breath, Sungyeol can't help but ask, “What else do you know, huh? Creepy pervert.”
“I know you and your thoughts, Yeollie. I might not understand all of it, but surely sometimes I even dislike you for being so open to me, open like an entertaining tell-tale book..” L starts to wanders in his talk and his eyes sombers a little, “Promise me you’ll keep it that way. I know you don’t want to talk things sometimes, but as long as you keep yourself open like usual, I’ll be there to figure things out.”
Sungyeol blinks in astonishment how L looks so sleepy again in a short minute and soon has closed his eyes, back to his dreamland. Well maybe he has been awake for a longer time than me, since he was the one who pulled that trick out, Sungyeol thinks to himself.
He pulls a blanket to cover them, arms circle around L’s waist. L’s head now in the same level as his nose . He keeps his smile when he asks, “I hate you, do you know that?”
“Ah, of course you know. We have said that times in interview,” Sungyeol’s answer his own question playfully, fingers brush the raven scalp softly. He tucks himself deeper to the blanket, L’s body heat makes him warm and sleepy. Right before he closes his eyes once more, he asks dreamily, ”What else do you know, huh? Mr. Know-It-All?”
They sleep peacefully this time, with a knowing-smile blooms on L’s face.
I know that you love me, Lee Sungyeol, and I’ll wait until you can say it to me.
Fin.
Well…………I’m a bit embarrassed right now. It’s nothing compared to other’s works in the comm. But still, constructive comments will always be loved J