iss 2012: for sai12
title: you came to me like a dazzling light
pairing/focus: woohyun/sungyeol
rating: pg
word count: ~2,500
summary: they’re both loners who desperately need each other.
to: sai12
from: Your Secret Santa
there isn’t anyone on the campus who doesn’t know nam woohyun - a cocky bastard with a player’s attitude who had slept with pretty much every girl in his previous school (or so everyone says). girls cling to him like limpets, boys envy and hate him, and the teachers have given up on him long time ago.
but despite his appearance and the opinion everyone else gave him, he actually isn’t the type the rest of the school makes him to be. interestingly enough it is quite the opposite - in his free time he likes to cook, do the usual house jobs, read books no one has ever thought of reading. he would be everything but the person people think he is but he doesn’t mind his fake persona because he likes the attention and power it gives him. he likes to walk around school with a flock of girls following his every step, all ready to do whatever he wants without even giving it a second thought. he likes getting away with unfinished homework or missed deadline because the female teacher secretly finds him attractive. he likes the fact that for once someone’s acknowledged him for what he (supposedly) was.
of course just like everyone else, he isn’t perfect. he has his own issues and no one to trust them with because unlike the nam woohyun from school - ever so charming and confident - the nam woohyun he is at home likes to keep to himself. he has no friends, at least not by definition, and he never has. the hoard that follows him in school wouldn’t give a slightest fuck about his problems; they just want to applaud whatever show he puts on, and while it isn’t new, it’s come to the point that he is tired, tired of being lonely.
he has a plenty to choose from, no doubt in that, but no one has ever struck him like that, not like lee sungyeol, the new student in his english lecture. ridiculously tall with quite odd personality, he would always stumble into the classroom 5 minutes late, his hands full of notes and a cup of americano so strong that it could probably wake half of his classmates up. he would sit in the front row, copy the notes, and leave as soon as the bell went, all without even saying a word to the teacher or people around him. anyone normal would avoid him, the outsider, but unlike everyone else, woohyun feels intrigued.
one day he chases after the boy, his curiosity and interest getting the better of him. woohyun’s surprised at how swiftly and nimbly sungyeol makes his way throughout the crowd as he struggles past the people, dismissing any fangirls he bumps into. when he finally gets outside he sees him make his way into the building opposite - the library.
woohyun stops in his tracks to catch his breath and check how he looks, remembering how important the first impression is and as he walks into the building, he sees sungyeol sitting in the corner, once again separated from everything and everyone.
‘hi’ he calls as he walks up to the boy.
‘hi’ sungyeol replies, not even looking up, too busy filling the pages and pages with his neat writing. the fact that he already has started their homework makes woohyun question the boy’s sanity just a bit.
‘uh,’ woohyun hesitates for a bit. the spontaneous action doesn’t leave him time to come up with any sort of conversation starter and the other boy isn’t exceptionally talkative either. he stares at sungyeol in silence for about a minute before glancing down, noticing pink folders with ‘LITERATURE’ and ‘GRAMMAR’ written over them. nice handwriting he thinks.
when no response comes, sungyeol looks up at him with half puzzled, half expectant expression on his face, bringing woohyun’s mind back from wherever it decided to wander off to.
‘uh… would you mind lending me your notes from today? i sort of fell asleep and, uh…’ he hesitates again. he has always been bad at lying, coming up with excuses, and while sungyeol stares at him a bit longer you’d think is necessary (making woohyun surprisingly nervous), he then just nods and passes him yet another pink folder.
woohyun takes the notes, shoves them in his bag and waits for sungyeol to say something. when the only sound coming from him is the scratching of his pen, woohyun decides to give up. for now. he walks out, throws loud thank you on the way, and when he’s finally in his room he thinks that this won’t be as easy as he thought.
***
couple days later woohyun finds sungyeol sitting in the exact same spot, doing the exact same thing as earlier: homework. he takes out the notes as he’s making his way to the table.
‘your notes’ says woohyun as he hands the other boy his pink folder.
‘thanks’ sungyeol replies, not taking his eyes off the sheet of paper he’s writing on. once again woohyun waits for him to say something but he reckons he’ll be waiting forever.
‘uh’ he tries, ‘you know the homework…’
‘that’s in for tomorrow?’
‘yeah. would you mind… i mean you don’t have to but… could you help me with it… maybe?’ he asks, putting on the best pleading face he can manage in hopes of making wonders. he knows it’s ridiculous but it always works.
‘not going to use your charms on the teacher again?’ asks sungyeol again and woohyun’s face drops in an instant. he watches sungyeol shut his books, gather his stuff and stand up, and as he’s walking past him, woohyun barely catches 4pm. in here being mumbled his way.
few hours later he’s back in the library with few minutes still to spare so he settles himself in the corner, waiting for sungyeol to turn up. 4pm right on the clock the taller boy makes an appearance and most likely in his usual habit, he makes his way to the table in the corner. he dumps his stuff in front of woohyun and says, ‘so what exactly do you need help with?’
***
‘now put this in here and move that paragraph to the middle’ instructs sungyeol as he highlights different parts with his pen, ‘get rid of that sentence because it sounds awkward and don’t forget about the capitals’
‘oh… okay’ says woohyun as he stares blankly at the number of different lines, ticks and crosses. he’s thought his essay was alright but apparently it isn’t.
‘you got it?’ asks sungyeol, not entirely sure that woohyun gets it.
‘uh, i think so. yeah. thanks’ he replies as he sticks the notes in his notebook.
‘okay, if that’s everything then maybe i should go now’ the taller boy says as he gets up. he’s about to walk away when he feels woohyun suddenly grab his arm. he stares at the hand holding him and he then looks at woohyun with confusion written over his face.
‘sorry’ woohyun says as he releases the grip on sungyeol’s arm, ‘i just wanted to ask… while you’re here, would mind grabbing some coffee with me?’
the other is still standing there, puzzled and unsure, so he continues, ‘come on. my treat for helping me with the essay’
a minute passes and so does another. eventually sungyeol nods and woohyun mentally gives himself a pat on the back.
***
the way to the café is awkward. they walk side by side, hands in their pockets, no words being exchanged. they cross the streets and turn different corners in complete silence, and woohyun wonders if he’s made the right decision. when they get there, he orders their drinks - cappuccino and americano - and he joins sungyeol at the table by the window.
with their orders in front of them, woohyun can’t take it anymore and finally breaks the quiet.
‘i have a question if you don’t mind me asking’ says woohyun and he takes sungyeol’s silence a sign to continue, ‘why are you so quiet all the time? you never speak to the teacher or other students. today in the library was the most i’ve heard you speak ever. why?’
‘do you mind if i ask you a question?’ asks sungyeol, a slight change in his attitude that woohyun doesn’t fail to notice. he eyes him warily and he nods his head, telling sungyeol to go on.
‘what’s with that act of yours?’
‘what act?’
‘arrogance. cockiness. showing off. everything that you aren’t’
woohyun is taken aback. not by the question but by how quickly sungyeol has figured him out. he’s seen right through him and his every action with what seems like no effort at all, and woohyun struggles with his answer.
‘i just… i have my reasons’
‘well, there you go then’ sungyeol replies, putting the end to the topic and the entire conversation.
***
it comes as a surprise to both of them that despite uncertain beginnings, sungyeol doesn’t dismiss woohyun’s attempts at befriending him. they’re not best friends right away, that’s for sure, but sungyeol never says no when woohyun wants to hang out.
they meet in the library every now and then. to do their homework, to research something together or to just simply chat about anything. they exchange their numbers so they can meet up on their free days. every few weeks or days becomes every day and soon enough, it becomes a regular thing - library on the week days, outside the campus on the weekends.
it’s one of those lazy sundays when they would explore the city together. sometimes they’d look for a hidden, cosy café for sungyeol to have his favourite americano, or maybe something else if he feels like it. sometimes they would search for little markets so woohyun could buy and cook whatever he wished for. sometimes they would just wander aimlessly, enjoying each other’s silent company and the world around them. it gives them time to learn about each other and find out what they’re like. woohyun tells sungyeol about all those girls from his high school years (’none of them really mattered, i just figured they’d cure the loneliness, at least for a while’ he says, staring blankly at his hands. sungyeol just nods.) and sungyeol tells woohyun why he never speaks to anyone (relationships can hurt people, i guess i’m scared of that’ he says as he shrugs and woohyun can’t help but to nod too.)
they’re making their way out of secluded park when the sudden rainfall hits them both in the middle of nowhere. it’s on the edge of the city, isolated from mobs of people and roars of cars passing by every minute, and away from the crowd it’s where woohyun finally finds the courage to sing for sungyeol. he’s belting out the notes, finally confident in what he is doing, and when he dares to look at the other, he sees sungyeol watching him intently, his eyes focused and somehow fascinated.
when the remains of woohyun’s voice finally dissipate with the wind, the sudden tension fills the air around them. woohyun wants to say something because it’s awkward and weird but he feels heavy droplets making contact with his skin, trickling down his cheeks, vanishing in his hair. he helps sungyeol up instead and the couple turns their way to leave in silence. before they know it, the rain grows heavier and heavier, and fumbling with his bag sungyeol searches for his umbrella, the endless notes and snack nearly falling out. when he’s finally found it, woohyun doesn’t think twice and quickly snatches it away.
sungyeol gives him a puzzling look, hey, what are you doing just forming on his lips but before he has a chance to say it, he feels himself being pulled closer and closer. woohyun’s hands on him. woohyun’s lips on his.
they’re kissing in the rain and sungyeol thinks it’s strange. it’s wet and cold, he shivers and trembles, but at the same time he feels warm and fuzzy feeling spread all over him, tingle at every part of his body. woohyun’s hands dig into his shoulders, preventing him from leaving even though he wouldn’t, even if he could. not when those lips are moving like that. not when the feeling is oh so good
when they finally separate, woohyun just looks up at him with a stupid grin on his face.
‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ he says as his eyes sparkle and shimmer in glee, so in contrast to the darkness and gloom around them.
‘…moron’ sungyeol mumbles, faint blush creeping up his face, ‘can i have my umbrella now?’
‘no’ woohyun replies and he leans in for another round in a very eager manner.
later that day they’re at sungyeol’s because ’it’s so much closer than your flat and i really don’t want to catch a cold’. when they get there, sungyeol finds them some dry clothes and he really can’t help but laugh at woohyun’s way too long trousers. the boy just pouts and shuffles to the kitchen without a word. he doesn’t take up on sungyeol’s offer to order pizza because it’s expensive and he doesn’t have money anyway, but he works his magic and makes something even sungyeol can’t say no to.
they don’t talk about the park , they don’t mention the kiss either. woohyun offers to wash up after dinner and when he’s done he enters the living room to find sungyeol on the couch, fast asleep with the tv on. he reckons he should go but before he leaves, he searches for a blanket around sungyeol’s bedroom because he knows the boy will be cold like this. when he finally finds it tucked under the bed, he takes it back to the living room and covers the sleeping boy with it.
***
‘if you’re scared of relationships or being hurt, why are you with me?’
they’re in the library, sitting in sungyeol’s favourite corner again, and the question is random, out of the blue. it’s been weeks since their kiss in the rain, weeks filled with more kisses and hugs and hand holding, and woohyun wonders what made sungyeol change his mind. he watches as the other puts his pen down, drops his gaze to think about it and finally looks up at him to give him the answer.
‘because you’re different’
‘wow thanks. nothing better than being called weird’ woohyun is laughing because it’s not what expects.
‘sorry, that’s not what i meant’ sungyeol gives him a sheepish smile, ‘it’s just… you know what it’s like, being lonely and everything, and i guess… i just trust you a bit more’
the answer is sweet and more than enough and so woohyun smiles and goes back to his homework.
***
later that evening they’re back home, at sungyeol’s again. the taller nods off on the couch again but instead of leaving, woohyun drags the boy to the bedroom and gets in bed with him. as sungyeol curls up, back in the dreamland again, woohyun listens to his breathing, gathering his thoughts together. he thinks how similar and different they are. he thinks of the days they’ve spent together and the days that will come. he thinks of sungyeol’s weird habits and the pranks he pulls on him, his own weaknesses and flaws, things that don’t really matter. lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice sungyeol pressing up to him in his sleep, but soon enough he falls asleep with who he thinks is the one for him.
(woohyun stops with his act eventually. sungyeol stops with the no-talk too. and while neither of them is still perfect (they probably never will), the thing they have - it surely is.)
a/n: it isn’t quite what you have asked for but i hope you still enjoy it. merry christmas ♥
pairing/focus: woohyun/sungyeol
rating: pg
word count: ~2,500
summary: they’re both loners who desperately need each other.
to: sai12
from: Your Secret Santa
there isn’t anyone on the campus who doesn’t know nam woohyun - a cocky bastard with a player’s attitude who had slept with pretty much every girl in his previous school (or so everyone says). girls cling to him like limpets, boys envy and hate him, and the teachers have given up on him long time ago.
but despite his appearance and the opinion everyone else gave him, he actually isn’t the type the rest of the school makes him to be. interestingly enough it is quite the opposite - in his free time he likes to cook, do the usual house jobs, read books no one has ever thought of reading. he would be everything but the person people think he is but he doesn’t mind his fake persona because he likes the attention and power it gives him. he likes to walk around school with a flock of girls following his every step, all ready to do whatever he wants without even giving it a second thought. he likes getting away with unfinished homework or missed deadline because the female teacher secretly finds him attractive. he likes the fact that for once someone’s acknowledged him for what he (supposedly) was.
of course just like everyone else, he isn’t perfect. he has his own issues and no one to trust them with because unlike the nam woohyun from school - ever so charming and confident - the nam woohyun he is at home likes to keep to himself. he has no friends, at least not by definition, and he never has. the hoard that follows him in school wouldn’t give a slightest fuck about his problems; they just want to applaud whatever show he puts on, and while it isn’t new, it’s come to the point that he is tired, tired of being lonely.
he has a plenty to choose from, no doubt in that, but no one has ever struck him like that, not like lee sungyeol, the new student in his english lecture. ridiculously tall with quite odd personality, he would always stumble into the classroom 5 minutes late, his hands full of notes and a cup of americano so strong that it could probably wake half of his classmates up. he would sit in the front row, copy the notes, and leave as soon as the bell went, all without even saying a word to the teacher or people around him. anyone normal would avoid him, the outsider, but unlike everyone else, woohyun feels intrigued.
one day he chases after the boy, his curiosity and interest getting the better of him. woohyun’s surprised at how swiftly and nimbly sungyeol makes his way throughout the crowd as he struggles past the people, dismissing any fangirls he bumps into. when he finally gets outside he sees him make his way into the building opposite - the library.
woohyun stops in his tracks to catch his breath and check how he looks, remembering how important the first impression is and as he walks into the building, he sees sungyeol sitting in the corner, once again separated from everything and everyone.
‘hi’ he calls as he walks up to the boy.
‘hi’ sungyeol replies, not even looking up, too busy filling the pages and pages with his neat writing. the fact that he already has started their homework makes woohyun question the boy’s sanity just a bit.
‘uh,’ woohyun hesitates for a bit. the spontaneous action doesn’t leave him time to come up with any sort of conversation starter and the other boy isn’t exceptionally talkative either. he stares at sungyeol in silence for about a minute before glancing down, noticing pink folders with ‘LITERATURE’ and ‘GRAMMAR’ written over them. nice handwriting he thinks.
when no response comes, sungyeol looks up at him with half puzzled, half expectant expression on his face, bringing woohyun’s mind back from wherever it decided to wander off to.
‘uh… would you mind lending me your notes from today? i sort of fell asleep and, uh…’ he hesitates again. he has always been bad at lying, coming up with excuses, and while sungyeol stares at him a bit longer you’d think is necessary (making woohyun surprisingly nervous), he then just nods and passes him yet another pink folder.
woohyun takes the notes, shoves them in his bag and waits for sungyeol to say something. when the only sound coming from him is the scratching of his pen, woohyun decides to give up. for now. he walks out, throws loud thank you on the way, and when he’s finally in his room he thinks that this won’t be as easy as he thought.
***
couple days later woohyun finds sungyeol sitting in the exact same spot, doing the exact same thing as earlier: homework. he takes out the notes as he’s making his way to the table.
‘your notes’ says woohyun as he hands the other boy his pink folder.
‘thanks’ sungyeol replies, not taking his eyes off the sheet of paper he’s writing on. once again woohyun waits for him to say something but he reckons he’ll be waiting forever.
‘uh’ he tries, ‘you know the homework…’
‘that’s in for tomorrow?’
‘yeah. would you mind… i mean you don’t have to but… could you help me with it… maybe?’ he asks, putting on the best pleading face he can manage in hopes of making wonders. he knows it’s ridiculous but it always works.
‘not going to use your charms on the teacher again?’ asks sungyeol again and woohyun’s face drops in an instant. he watches sungyeol shut his books, gather his stuff and stand up, and as he’s walking past him, woohyun barely catches 4pm. in here being mumbled his way.
few hours later he’s back in the library with few minutes still to spare so he settles himself in the corner, waiting for sungyeol to turn up. 4pm right on the clock the taller boy makes an appearance and most likely in his usual habit, he makes his way to the table in the corner. he dumps his stuff in front of woohyun and says, ‘so what exactly do you need help with?’
***
‘now put this in here and move that paragraph to the middle’ instructs sungyeol as he highlights different parts with his pen, ‘get rid of that sentence because it sounds awkward and don’t forget about the capitals’
‘oh… okay’ says woohyun as he stares blankly at the number of different lines, ticks and crosses. he’s thought his essay was alright but apparently it isn’t.
‘you got it?’ asks sungyeol, not entirely sure that woohyun gets it.
‘uh, i think so. yeah. thanks’ he replies as he sticks the notes in his notebook.
‘okay, if that’s everything then maybe i should go now’ the taller boy says as he gets up. he’s about to walk away when he feels woohyun suddenly grab his arm. he stares at the hand holding him and he then looks at woohyun with confusion written over his face.
‘sorry’ woohyun says as he releases the grip on sungyeol’s arm, ‘i just wanted to ask… while you’re here, would mind grabbing some coffee with me?’
the other is still standing there, puzzled and unsure, so he continues, ‘come on. my treat for helping me with the essay’
a minute passes and so does another. eventually sungyeol nods and woohyun mentally gives himself a pat on the back.
***
the way to the café is awkward. they walk side by side, hands in their pockets, no words being exchanged. they cross the streets and turn different corners in complete silence, and woohyun wonders if he’s made the right decision. when they get there, he orders their drinks - cappuccino and americano - and he joins sungyeol at the table by the window.
with their orders in front of them, woohyun can’t take it anymore and finally breaks the quiet.
‘i have a question if you don’t mind me asking’ says woohyun and he takes sungyeol’s silence a sign to continue, ‘why are you so quiet all the time? you never speak to the teacher or other students. today in the library was the most i’ve heard you speak ever. why?’
‘do you mind if i ask you a question?’ asks sungyeol, a slight change in his attitude that woohyun doesn’t fail to notice. he eyes him warily and he nods his head, telling sungyeol to go on.
‘what’s with that act of yours?’
‘what act?’
‘arrogance. cockiness. showing off. everything that you aren’t’
woohyun is taken aback. not by the question but by how quickly sungyeol has figured him out. he’s seen right through him and his every action with what seems like no effort at all, and woohyun struggles with his answer.
‘i just… i have my reasons’
‘well, there you go then’ sungyeol replies, putting the end to the topic and the entire conversation.
***
it comes as a surprise to both of them that despite uncertain beginnings, sungyeol doesn’t dismiss woohyun’s attempts at befriending him. they’re not best friends right away, that’s for sure, but sungyeol never says no when woohyun wants to hang out.
they meet in the library every now and then. to do their homework, to research something together or to just simply chat about anything. they exchange their numbers so they can meet up on their free days. every few weeks or days becomes every day and soon enough, it becomes a regular thing - library on the week days, outside the campus on the weekends.
it’s one of those lazy sundays when they would explore the city together. sometimes they’d look for a hidden, cosy café for sungyeol to have his favourite americano, or maybe something else if he feels like it. sometimes they would search for little markets so woohyun could buy and cook whatever he wished for. sometimes they would just wander aimlessly, enjoying each other’s silent company and the world around them. it gives them time to learn about each other and find out what they’re like. woohyun tells sungyeol about all those girls from his high school years (’none of them really mattered, i just figured they’d cure the loneliness, at least for a while’ he says, staring blankly at his hands. sungyeol just nods.) and sungyeol tells woohyun why he never speaks to anyone (relationships can hurt people, i guess i’m scared of that’ he says as he shrugs and woohyun can’t help but to nod too.)
they’re making their way out of secluded park when the sudden rainfall hits them both in the middle of nowhere. it’s on the edge of the city, isolated from mobs of people and roars of cars passing by every minute, and away from the crowd it’s where woohyun finally finds the courage to sing for sungyeol. he’s belting out the notes, finally confident in what he is doing, and when he dares to look at the other, he sees sungyeol watching him intently, his eyes focused and somehow fascinated.
when the remains of woohyun’s voice finally dissipate with the wind, the sudden tension fills the air around them. woohyun wants to say something because it’s awkward and weird but he feels heavy droplets making contact with his skin, trickling down his cheeks, vanishing in his hair. he helps sungyeol up instead and the couple turns their way to leave in silence. before they know it, the rain grows heavier and heavier, and fumbling with his bag sungyeol searches for his umbrella, the endless notes and snack nearly falling out. when he’s finally found it, woohyun doesn’t think twice and quickly snatches it away.
sungyeol gives him a puzzling look, hey, what are you doing just forming on his lips but before he has a chance to say it, he feels himself being pulled closer and closer. woohyun’s hands on him. woohyun’s lips on his.
they’re kissing in the rain and sungyeol thinks it’s strange. it’s wet and cold, he shivers and trembles, but at the same time he feels warm and fuzzy feeling spread all over him, tingle at every part of his body. woohyun’s hands dig into his shoulders, preventing him from leaving even though he wouldn’t, even if he could. not when those lips are moving like that. not when the feeling is oh so good
when they finally separate, woohyun just looks up at him with a stupid grin on his face.
‘i’ve always wanted to do that’ he says as his eyes sparkle and shimmer in glee, so in contrast to the darkness and gloom around them.
‘…moron’ sungyeol mumbles, faint blush creeping up his face, ‘can i have my umbrella now?’
‘no’ woohyun replies and he leans in for another round in a very eager manner.
later that day they’re at sungyeol’s because ’it’s so much closer than your flat and i really don’t want to catch a cold’. when they get there, sungyeol finds them some dry clothes and he really can’t help but laugh at woohyun’s way too long trousers. the boy just pouts and shuffles to the kitchen without a word. he doesn’t take up on sungyeol’s offer to order pizza because it’s expensive and he doesn’t have money anyway, but he works his magic and makes something even sungyeol can’t say no to.
they don’t talk about the park , they don’t mention the kiss either. woohyun offers to wash up after dinner and when he’s done he enters the living room to find sungyeol on the couch, fast asleep with the tv on. he reckons he should go but before he leaves, he searches for a blanket around sungyeol’s bedroom because he knows the boy will be cold like this. when he finally finds it tucked under the bed, he takes it back to the living room and covers the sleeping boy with it.
***
‘if you’re scared of relationships or being hurt, why are you with me?’
they’re in the library, sitting in sungyeol’s favourite corner again, and the question is random, out of the blue. it’s been weeks since their kiss in the rain, weeks filled with more kisses and hugs and hand holding, and woohyun wonders what made sungyeol change his mind. he watches as the other puts his pen down, drops his gaze to think about it and finally looks up at him to give him the answer.
‘because you’re different’
‘wow thanks. nothing better than being called weird’ woohyun is laughing because it’s not what expects.
‘sorry, that’s not what i meant’ sungyeol gives him a sheepish smile, ‘it’s just… you know what it’s like, being lonely and everything, and i guess… i just trust you a bit more’
the answer is sweet and more than enough and so woohyun smiles and goes back to his homework.
***
later that evening they’re back home, at sungyeol’s again. the taller nods off on the couch again but instead of leaving, woohyun drags the boy to the bedroom and gets in bed with him. as sungyeol curls up, back in the dreamland again, woohyun listens to his breathing, gathering his thoughts together. he thinks how similar and different they are. he thinks of the days they’ve spent together and the days that will come. he thinks of sungyeol’s weird habits and the pranks he pulls on him, his own weaknesses and flaws, things that don’t really matter. lost in his thoughts he doesn’t notice sungyeol pressing up to him in his sleep, but soon enough he falls asleep with who he thinks is the one for him.
(woohyun stops with his act eventually. sungyeol stops with the no-talk too. and while neither of them is still perfect (they probably never will), the thing they have - it surely is.)
a/n: it isn’t quite what you have asked for but i hope you still enjoy it. merry christmas ♥