[FIC] Little by Little
Title : Little by Little
Fandom: INFINITE
Pairing: Hojong (Hoya/Sungjong)
Rating: PG-13 / R
Wordcount : 1400+
Disclaimer : I wish they're mine. I wish.
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a/n : this is an alphabetic-drabble-sort-into-oneshot kind of story about hojong and their dynamics (which only occurs in my fantasy)
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Little by little
Hoya/Sungjong
Warning: Un-beta-ed
PG-13
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A - Apple ; S- Surprise
On the day they moved in, Hoya stumbled upon a red ball (or so he thought) that almost made him tripped. “Ah, don’t step on that apple! It’ll be my only snack for tonight,” Hoya looked at Sungjong crawling toward him to grab his apple. “Oh, hi Hoya-hyung! Seems like Sajangnim want us to be roommate again this time.”
B - Beauty
Thanks to variety shows they appeared on, public now acknowledge Sungjong as the boy who take himself prettier than most of girl-group member. And not that it’s a lie. But if you ask Hoya, he will answer that Sungjong isn’t pretty. “He’s beautiful.”
C - Cold; W- Warmth
Their new dorm is big and luxurious; sometimes it makes Sungjong feel those lonely, cold kind of feelings. When the air conditioner works at its best in their room, the feeling is even worst Sungjong cant help but snuggles into Hoya’s warm sleeping form.
D - Dance
“Hyung, let’s switch okay? You’ll teach me that cool dance steps and I’ll teach you T-Ara newest dance moves.”
F - First ; H - Hurt ; S - Sex
It’s still dark in the morning when Hoya woke up and found Sungjong walking around their room with limping hips. “Sungjong-ah,” his voice so quiet it sound like a whisper, “did it hurt? Did I hurt you last night?” As Sungjong slowly reached his bed, their bed, Hoya could see him smiling softly, “First time always hurt, hyung.”
G - Gossip
It always happens whenever Hoya comes to pick Sungjong up from his high school. He will wait patiently at the front gate while their managers stand on the side of the black van before Sungjong finally come, smiling beautifully when shouting his name from a far. Then Hoya will see lines of high school girls whispering to each other of how Sungjong’s hands tightly wrapped to his arm, how he leans so close to Hoya, and how they looks so happy together, matched perfectly, and hey, aren’t they members of a rising boyband?
I - Ice Cream ; T - Temptation
Sungjong loves salty-crunchy snacks but he has soft spot for vanilla flavored ice cream. Hoya knows this and secretly he loves to watch Sungjong eats his vanilla ice cream. There is something, sinfully right, about droplets of white-sweet-cream smeared across the younger boy’s pouty lips Hoya thinks he should buy more ice creams for Sungjong later.
K - Kiss ; M - Morning
Hoya is Infinite main dancer and he often construct new choreograph, so if it times for dance practice it will be better for the rest of the members listen to him or else…. Or else you wont believe what kind of mood Hoya would be. But that morning is different. He was sulking when he opened the door to the practice room. “Hoya, what’s up?” Dongwoo tried to approach him but what he got only a face full of pout. “Leave him, L. He is just mad Sungjong left for school this morning without giving him good morning kiss.” What Sungyeol got as a response was totally different from Dongwoo as a tee flew to cover Sungyeol on the face not long after.
L - Lie ; E - Eternal
“ Ah, hyung! I’m not a girl, you don’t need to promise me forever.” Hoya knows what Sungjong said by then was a fail attempt to look all manly and mature in front of him. But he doesn’t care. He hugs Sungjong lithe body and say, “Yes, but let me promise you that ‘now’ will be a very long period of time.”
N - Necklace ; T - Temptation
Hoya likes to wear accessories but Sungjong loves it the most when Hoya wears those silver long necklaces. It swings beautifully as Hoya dances to every beat and Sungjong cant help but remember what does it look like dangling over Hoya’s neck while he was on top of him, teaching him horizontal tango.
O - obvious ; W - Whipped
Sungjong sprained his ankle. Not that bad, but sprained nonetheless. But it doesn’t make enough explanation on why Hoya stays up until late of night, strolling across their dorm, bedroom to kitchen to bedroom, literally taking everything that he thinks Sungjong may needs. “Don’t give me that stare, L. I don’t even know why I do this.” Myungsoo only chuckles a bit before turning his head back to the TV.
P - push ; P - pull
They’re on a break period of relationship. You know, they feel other members started to feel disturb by them, they need to focus on the upcoming promotion, and overall this secret relationship they maintain together slowly become unbearable. They supposed to stay away from each other. They knew that. Yet they still find their fingers interlaced with each other on the van on their way back to dorm.
Q - Question
“Why me?” Hoya cant help but wonders sometime, why does he deserve to have a bless in his life named Lee Sungjong. “Well, why not you, hyung?”
R - rage ; T - tears
There’s something snapped in him when he see Sungjong’s cries. His eyes red, his beautiful face scrunched into anger and sadness. Anger and sadness caused by him. The calm façade he built slowly crumbled, what is self-control anyway, as Sungjong whisper bitterly, “Forget this. Forget ‘us’.”
T - time ; J - jealousy
“Hyung, do you believe that catch-phrase?”
“Which one, Myungsoo-ah?”
“That one, the ‘time heals every thing’”
“No, I dont.”
“…how about ‘time is the best cure for heart -breaks’?”
“No, I don’t believe that too.”
“….”
“Well, it can’t seal those jealous and longing feelings that easy, right?”
“I see your point, hyung.”
Hoya doesn’t miss Myungsoo’s knowing stares after that.
U - Unavailable
‘Sorry this phone number is out of reach. Please leave your message after this tone or try again later, *beep*’
“You just miscalled me for fifteen times, sent me twenty-seven messages; all of them asking me to comeback to you and now you’re not picking up your phone? Dammit, Lee Howon! I want to hear it from yourself!”
V - Voice ; Y - Yearning
Sungjong opens his eyes and find Hoya sitting in the end of their bed, back facing him. Suddenly his naked body feels too cold under the sheets and he is unable to sit up. No, don’t leave me like this, please, he wants to plea but his voice never came out. I need you. Look at me. Then he feels large-warm fingers ghosted over his cheeks, it’s almost unreal. But he knows better, it’s Hoya’s and he is real. This is real. They are real.
Z - Zebra-cross
It’s their summer free day in Japan and six of them are so happy to blend in the pedestrian crowds of Shibuya street-crossing. Sungyeol has long gone chasing after Myungsoo, laughters follow them all along, while Sunggyu, Dongwoo and, Woohyun walk slowly at the very back afraid to lost each other. Hoya and Sungjong is in between them, shoulders bumping to each other as Sungjong starts to do something funny. He jumps over the grey part, only steps on the white part of the crossing lines. “Hyung, we should be fast, the traffic light is going to change!” Sungjong laughs a bit, hands fall apart from Hoya’s. He keeps widened each steps, persist to step only on the white part of the crossing lines.
“Yah! Lee Sungjong,” Hoya finally said after they reached the other side of the road, slightly out of breathe, “don’t… I tell you… do not ever do something like that again.”
“Ah, hyung, why? It’s fun, right?”
No, it’s not fun at all to think I’m going to lose you in between those people. “No, it’s dangerous.”
Sungjong starts to babble and clutches his hand around Hoya’s arm, “Let’s come back here and do that again next time, hyung!”
“Sungjong…”
“…Together, in winter season, we will do the grey lines instead.”
Then he kissed him. He never knows why he loves this beautiful man so much.
“We will do that in every season, in every single pedestrian-crossing you want. Just don’t, don’t scare me like that again. Promise me.”
And then, Sungjong smiles.
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a/n : done. Sorry for the uber cliché plots and all, and feel free to point my mistakes^^;. I have hard times writing this because deep down in my heart I’m also a YaDong/DongYa shipper. Maybe should write them in near future….. thanks for reading J
Fandom: INFINITE
Pairing: Hojong (Hoya/Sungjong)
Rating: PG-13 / R
Wordcount : 1400+
Disclaimer : I wish they're mine. I wish.
--
a/n : this is an alphabetic-drabble-sort-into-oneshot kind of story about hojong and their dynamics (which only occurs in my fantasy)
--
Little by little
Hoya/Sungjong
Warning: Un-beta-ed
PG-13
__
A - Apple ; S- Surprise
On the day they moved in, Hoya stumbled upon a red ball (or so he thought) that almost made him tripped. “Ah, don’t step on that apple! It’ll be my only snack for tonight,” Hoya looked at Sungjong crawling toward him to grab his apple. “Oh, hi Hoya-hyung! Seems like Sajangnim want us to be roommate again this time.”
B - Beauty
Thanks to variety shows they appeared on, public now acknowledge Sungjong as the boy who take himself prettier than most of girl-group member. And not that it’s a lie. But if you ask Hoya, he will answer that Sungjong isn’t pretty. “He’s beautiful.”
C - Cold; W- Warmth
Their new dorm is big and luxurious; sometimes it makes Sungjong feel those lonely, cold kind of feelings. When the air conditioner works at its best in their room, the feeling is even worst Sungjong cant help but snuggles into Hoya’s warm sleeping form.
D - Dance
“Hyung, let’s switch okay? You’ll teach me that cool dance steps and I’ll teach you T-Ara newest dance moves.”
F - First ; H - Hurt ; S - Sex
It’s still dark in the morning when Hoya woke up and found Sungjong walking around their room with limping hips. “Sungjong-ah,” his voice so quiet it sound like a whisper, “did it hurt? Did I hurt you last night?” As Sungjong slowly reached his bed, their bed, Hoya could see him smiling softly, “First time always hurt, hyung.”
G - Gossip
It always happens whenever Hoya comes to pick Sungjong up from his high school. He will wait patiently at the front gate while their managers stand on the side of the black van before Sungjong finally come, smiling beautifully when shouting his name from a far. Then Hoya will see lines of high school girls whispering to each other of how Sungjong’s hands tightly wrapped to his arm, how he leans so close to Hoya, and how they looks so happy together, matched perfectly, and hey, aren’t they members of a rising boyband?
I - Ice Cream ; T - Temptation
Sungjong loves salty-crunchy snacks but he has soft spot for vanilla flavored ice cream. Hoya knows this and secretly he loves to watch Sungjong eats his vanilla ice cream. There is something, sinfully right, about droplets of white-sweet-cream smeared across the younger boy’s pouty lips Hoya thinks he should buy more ice creams for Sungjong later.
K - Kiss ; M - Morning
Hoya is Infinite main dancer and he often construct new choreograph, so if it times for dance practice it will be better for the rest of the members listen to him or else…. Or else you wont believe what kind of mood Hoya would be. But that morning is different. He was sulking when he opened the door to the practice room. “Hoya, what’s up?” Dongwoo tried to approach him but what he got only a face full of pout. “Leave him, L. He is just mad Sungjong left for school this morning without giving him good morning kiss.” What Sungyeol got as a response was totally different from Dongwoo as a tee flew to cover Sungyeol on the face not long after.
L - Lie ; E - Eternal
“ Ah, hyung! I’m not a girl, you don’t need to promise me forever.” Hoya knows what Sungjong said by then was a fail attempt to look all manly and mature in front of him. But he doesn’t care. He hugs Sungjong lithe body and say, “Yes, but let me promise you that ‘now’ will be a very long period of time.”
N - Necklace ; T - Temptation
Hoya likes to wear accessories but Sungjong loves it the most when Hoya wears those silver long necklaces. It swings beautifully as Hoya dances to every beat and Sungjong cant help but remember what does it look like dangling over Hoya’s neck while he was on top of him, teaching him horizontal tango.
O - obvious ; W - Whipped
Sungjong sprained his ankle. Not that bad, but sprained nonetheless. But it doesn’t make enough explanation on why Hoya stays up until late of night, strolling across their dorm, bedroom to kitchen to bedroom, literally taking everything that he thinks Sungjong may needs. “Don’t give me that stare, L. I don’t even know why I do this.” Myungsoo only chuckles a bit before turning his head back to the TV.
P - push ; P - pull
They’re on a break period of relationship. You know, they feel other members started to feel disturb by them, they need to focus on the upcoming promotion, and overall this secret relationship they maintain together slowly become unbearable. They supposed to stay away from each other. They knew that. Yet they still find their fingers interlaced with each other on the van on their way back to dorm.
Q - Question
“Why me?” Hoya cant help but wonders sometime, why does he deserve to have a bless in his life named Lee Sungjong. “Well, why not you, hyung?”
R - rage ; T - tears
There’s something snapped in him when he see Sungjong’s cries. His eyes red, his beautiful face scrunched into anger and sadness. Anger and sadness caused by him. The calm façade he built slowly crumbled, what is self-control anyway, as Sungjong whisper bitterly, “Forget this. Forget ‘us’.”
T - time ; J - jealousy
“Hyung, do you believe that catch-phrase?”
“Which one, Myungsoo-ah?”
“That one, the ‘time heals every thing’”
“No, I dont.”
“…how about ‘time is the best cure for heart -breaks’?”
“No, I don’t believe that too.”
“….”
“Well, it can’t seal those jealous and longing feelings that easy, right?”
“I see your point, hyung.”
Hoya doesn’t miss Myungsoo’s knowing stares after that.
U - Unavailable
‘Sorry this phone number is out of reach. Please leave your message after this tone or try again later, *beep*’
“You just miscalled me for fifteen times, sent me twenty-seven messages; all of them asking me to comeback to you and now you’re not picking up your phone? Dammit, Lee Howon! I want to hear it from yourself!”
V - Voice ; Y - Yearning
Sungjong opens his eyes and find Hoya sitting in the end of their bed, back facing him. Suddenly his naked body feels too cold under the sheets and he is unable to sit up. No, don’t leave me like this, please, he wants to plea but his voice never came out. I need you. Look at me. Then he feels large-warm fingers ghosted over his cheeks, it’s almost unreal. But he knows better, it’s Hoya’s and he is real. This is real. They are real.
Z - Zebra-cross
It’s their summer free day in Japan and six of them are so happy to blend in the pedestrian crowds of Shibuya street-crossing. Sungyeol has long gone chasing after Myungsoo, laughters follow them all along, while Sunggyu, Dongwoo and, Woohyun walk slowly at the very back afraid to lost each other. Hoya and Sungjong is in between them, shoulders bumping to each other as Sungjong starts to do something funny. He jumps over the grey part, only steps on the white part of the crossing lines. “Hyung, we should be fast, the traffic light is going to change!” Sungjong laughs a bit, hands fall apart from Hoya’s. He keeps widened each steps, persist to step only on the white part of the crossing lines.
“Yah! Lee Sungjong,” Hoya finally said after they reached the other side of the road, slightly out of breathe, “don’t… I tell you… do not ever do something like that again.”
“Ah, hyung, why? It’s fun, right?”
No, it’s not fun at all to think I’m going to lose you in between those people. “No, it’s dangerous.”
Sungjong starts to babble and clutches his hand around Hoya’s arm, “Let’s come back here and do that again next time, hyung!”
“Sungjong…”
“…Together, in winter season, we will do the grey lines instead.”
Then he kissed him. He never knows why he loves this beautiful man so much.
“We will do that in every season, in every single pedestrian-crossing you want. Just don’t, don’t scare me like that again. Promise me.”
And then, Sungjong smiles.
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a/n : done. Sorry for the uber cliché plots and all, and feel free to point my mistakes^^;. I have hard times writing this because deep down in my heart I’m also a YaDong/DongYa shipper. Maybe should write them in near future….. thanks for reading J