iss 2012: for hwanjin
Title: What a Rebel
Pairing/focus: wooyeol
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 4083
Summary: How many times does it take for Woohyun to realize he’s the same boy who pointed a gun at him?
To: Hwanjin
From: Your Secret Santa
A/N: Ah, I hope you enjoy the story although I’m not quite sure if I did the whole rebel thing right. Sorry if it sounded cliché and overdone ;m; But I did enjoy writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!
The first time Woohyun sees Sungyeol, he’s perched upon the school rooftop scrambling to finish what Woohyun assumed was last night’s homework. The younger’s glasses are nearly falling off his face and his hand is dancing across his notebook as he scribbles down words from the textbook in front of him. Woohyun couldn’t help but snicker at the hastiness of the younger boy, and Sungyeol is too absorbed into his work to even realize any other presence. He leaves the boy to the rooftop, his rooftop really, and sneaks out unnoticed.
The second time Woohyun sees Sungyeol, he doesn’t even know it is in fact Sungyeol because he’s wearing a cap on his head that shadows his face.
“That’s him?” Woohyun asks the guy to his left (he doesn’t even remember the boy’s name in all honesty) as he pulls his lighter out his dark washed jeans. He lit himself a cigarette hanging on the edge of his lips as he walks over to the boy, who’s counting the stack of money in his hands rather cautiously. He lets out a sigh and wraps a rubber band around the money, then drops it on the table in front of him.
“That’s it for the week guys, I think-.”
“That money belongs to us,” Woohyun snatches the cash, his fingers flipping through every bill once it’s in his hands.
“And who do you think you are?” Sungyeol quickly rises from his chair, and Woohyun might’ve been a bit intimidated by the height of the latter. Just a bit. But he takes a quite long drag of his cig and lets the smoke out to dance around Sungyeol’s face.
“Does it matter who I am?” Woohyun asks, and he suddenly really hates the stupid face mask he was forced on wearing the day he started this job.
“Dongwoo-,” Woohyun starts again, but gets immediately cut off with the click of a gun from one of Sungyeol’s men.
“Dongwoo is nothing of this matter, Sunggyu agreed that the money belongs to us,” Sungyeol snarls at him, “if you could just hand us back our money, I will promise you no one will be harmed pretty boy.”
And Woohyun fights back a laugh because he’s never been called pretty boy.
“Listen, I’m not giving up my money so easily just because you brats decide to get in the way,” Woohyun throws the stack around, and he watches as all eyes avert to watch the money land right back onto the table. He swiftly pulls a gun out one of his men’s pocket and points it at Sungyeol, “So let’s just be rational here.”
Sungyeol scoffs, folding his slender arms across his chest.
“And who told you this money belonged to you?”
Woohyun narrows his eyes at him, and Sungyeol mimics his actions. A moment of silence creeps the dark alley, and the sound of that annoying dog barking is really pushing Sungyeol’s limits.
“I need that money just as much as you do,” Woohyun shrugs, ignoring Sungyeol’s question.
“Ugh, how long are we gonna play this stupid game?” Someone behind Sungyeol’s shoulder exclaims with a dramatic throw of his hands in the air. He pushes Sungyeol almost (which sure earns him a dirty glare) and faces Woohyun.
“Look, I’m pretty sure speak for all of us here when I say I don’t know who the hell you are, what the hell you want, or why the hell you’re here. But we earned this money, and I’m being nice here, truly, honestly, so I say you leave now.”
The boy is sassy, Woohyun takes note, and probably the youngest among everyone packed here. Woohyun chuckles and throws his hands up in the air in surrender.
“Alright, you know what? I’ll go easy just this once. But you’re in debt to me,” he puts the gun down and looks at Sungyeol dead straight in the eye, “you got that?”
“For what, we didn’t-!”
“I’m not changing my mind,” Woohyun threw his hands behind his head and stalked off, his men following after sending what Sungyeol assumed meant to be life threatening looks. Once the gang was gone, Sungjong gave an overdramatic exhale and patted his friends back.
“Well at least we have the money!”
The third time Woohyun sees Sungyeol, it’s in fact Sungyeol bumping into Woohyun. And here is where you insert the typical “bumping-into-a-stranger-and-all-your-papers-fall-out-your-hands” cliché. Woohyun notices the boy as the one on the rooftop he shortly stalked the other week, nothing more.
“Sorry,” Sungyeol mumbles, giving a sloppy almost 90degree bow to the older before he drops down on one knee to collect his now scattered essays and notes on the ground. Woohyun fixes the glasses on his face and helps him retrieve his papers.
“It’s fine, what’s the rush anyways?” He chuckles, taking notice that the name scribbled on all his papers reads “Lee Sungyeol”. A passerby steps on one of his papers, and Woohyun really wants to laugh at the face Sungyeol has pasted on his face: jaw dropped, eye brows furrowed, and his naturally big eyes filled with anger. And then it strikes Sungyeol that he hasn’t answered Woohyun’s question yet, which is probably why he’s still looking at him as he neatly organizes his papers.
“Oh! I really have to turn this is by 8:00, or else I’m gonna-“ his eyes nearly pop out of his face once he catches a glimpse of the time on his watch. He does a double take and he looks up to face Woohyun, who holds the remanding papers he needs.
“I really gotta go and turn this in. Thank you so much,” he says too fast and hurriedly takes the stack from Woohyun’s hands and runs back to wherever he was headed too.
Woohyun blinks, then rises up, dusting his uniform off of any dirt. In the corner of his eye, he spots one more paper on the ground. He scratches the back of his head, and he really hopes it’s not something Sungyeol really needs. But lo and behold, the corner of the paper titles “Lee Sungyeol”, and a full sheet of sloppy notes.
“Well it could be worse. It could be his essay,” a voice pops from behind Woohyun. He easily recognizes the voice as he turns around to smile at his friend.
“Hey, Dongwoo,” Woohyun says, his eyes looking down at the notes, “how long have you been standing there?”
“Not long,” the latter grins widely, “who was that?”
“No idea…” Woohyun looks back at the direction Sungyeol dashed off too and back at the paper in his hands, “I gotta find him though.”
The fourth time Woohyun and Sungyeol cross paths, Sungyeol is running away from what Woohyun assumed another gang from the other side of town, and Sungyeol looked like he need help, and a lot of it.
Woohyun snickered when he hears the younger boy panting against the wall, “What trouble did you get into?”
Sungyeol immediately recognizes that voice as someone from school, but turns his head to find the boy he labeled pretty boy the other night. His eyebrows furrow and he can see his breath leaving fog in the air before fading with the cold breeze.
He groans when he remembers the unnecessary debt he owns to him, “Listen pretty boy, I’m not in the mood, so scram!”
“I could rat you out,” Woohyun shrugs, his eyes scanning the area for the thugs Sungyeol was running away from.
“Sungjong decided to play rough with some guys from the neighborhood past the river, and of course that brat would let me deal with the mess he leaves behind.” Sungyeol tells Woohyun, peeking behind the wall-which wasn’t as sneaky as what he intended since his head peeked out far too much and his eyes in desperate need for its glasses squinted so he could see farther just a smidge better.
“But it’s Sungjong and he knows how to deceive well enough to get good stacks of money,” and Sungyeol could ramble on and on about Sungjong’s antics and how he always managed to get everything he wants, but now is not the time. Woohyun steals a glance behind his head, keeping a look out for these guys Sungyeol was running away room. But of course, he would never tell the other, his enemy, that he was helping him out somewhat. That would hurt his pride.
“But he could at least deal with the after effects himself! I’m always stuck with the running, and maybe it’s because I have long legs, but that doesn’t mean I-!”
“Go run, I see them coming,” Woohyun cuts him off with a whisper.
“Run where?” Sungyeol turns to his left and sees a dead end. He gives Woohyun a pleading look, and Woohyun knows he’s asking for some sort of help, and for some odd reason, he just can’t seem to resist.
“What do you want me to-?”
But before he can even finish his question, Sungyeol subconsciously grabs his wrist and pulls him closer to him, engulfing almost his entire body. Sungyeol hides his face in the crook of Woohyun’s neck to make himself unrecognizable in the face of the thugs.
The palm of Woohyun’s hands rest against the brick wall and Sungyeol’s hot breath leaves his fingers twitching and the heat in his cheek rise up a few degrees.
Sungyeol’s eyes cast down on the puddle by Woohyun’s foot, and notices the cut left along his jaw line thanks to the thugs chasing him down. Woohyun notices it too, it’s still bleeding for God’s sake could he at least stop to get a bandage?!, but the sound of two voices grabs both guys’ attention. Sungyeol stops breathing and he knows it’s them. His head twists to face them and he shoots them a dirty look.
“Give us some privacy, will ya?” He spat at them, and they hurriedly dash out of their sight without a word. Woohyun quickly retreats from the taller boy and covers his face in his thick black scarf, his hands playing with the zipper for his jacket that he may or may not have stolen. Sungyeol lets out an awkward cough and stares down at the foot thick blanket snow. It takes a while, about 3 minutes, and then Sungyeol says thank you.
Woohyun ignores the blood rolling down his neck now. He smirks into his scarf when he realizes something, then scoffs, “You owe me. Again.”
And with all but a groan escaping Sungyeol’s lips, Woohyun takes off to go control his heartbeat.
“You dropped these,” Woohyun tells Sungyeol the fifth time he sees him as he drops the paper onto his lap. They’re back on the rooftop and the latter jumps once he hears another person. He turns around to face Woohyun, instantly recognizing him from somewhere, he just wasn’t sure where. Woohyun notices a scar on his jaw line, but he shrugs it off since he’s in no position to ask the boy where he received such damage.
“Took you long enough,” Sungyeol chuckles, stuffing the paper somewhere inside his backpack.
“Two weeks,” Woohyun answers, then gives him a friendly grin, “it’s hard when you’re a stranger.”
“It’s not like I need it anymore anyways,” Sungyeol sighs, and then turns his back to Woohyun after, “thank you, though.”
His lips pull into a frown at the boy’s antisocial act, “You know. You have all after school to do your homework.”
“Not really,” he mumbles and his eyes avoid Woohyun’s as he knows their piercing behind his back.
“My name is Woohyun, nice to meet you,” he proclaims the spot next to Sungyeol’s his and takes a seat, “you’re Sungyeol right? Every time I see you, you’re always studying, don’t you do anything for fun?”
Sungyeol closes the textbook in his arms and he looks at Woohyun, his eyes searching his. And then Woohyun pokes his cheeks.
“What are you doing?” Sungyeol scoots a bit farther away from him, and his cheeks still feel that warmth from Woohyun’s touch.
“I’m initiating a conversation with you,” he responds back, smiling even wider. Sungyeol wants to punch him; his teeth are so white and perfect.
“Don’t you eat?” Woohyun asks him, but his eyes can’t seem to get over that scar and Sungyeol notices it, too.
He lowers his face, staring down at his textbook with random scribbles Myungsoo decided to draw one day, “My mom cooks for me when I get home.”
“Well isn’t that just adorable,” Woohyun coos, “my brother usually does the cooking for me. Although, I’m not that bad myself.”
He’s almost bragging and Sungyeol grins, just because he’s amused.
“Oh yeah? I’ll be the judge of that,” Sungyeol pokes Woohyun’s cheek as revenge for what he did.
Woohyun slaps his arm away with a pout. “What’s the supposed to mean?”
“Make me something tonight.”
Woohyun wants to, he really wants to. He wouldn’t ever turn down an opportunity for him to show his skills, and part of that is because he’s a little self centered, and the other part is because he wants to impress Sungyeol. As he opens his mouth to accept his request, he remembers him. It’s been a while since he’s last seen him, and he couldn’t help but let himself be curious on how he was.
“I’m actually…busy. But I’ll try to cook you up something!” He adds once seeing the look of discontent on Sungyeol’s face. He smiles again, poking Sungyeol’s cheek. He can’t help but laugh because it’s only been about five minutes and he’s already starting to enjoy Woohyun.
“I had to turn down a date for you, I hope you know that,” he leans against the countertop. Watching him chug down another shot, he gives a playful smile.
“What’s got you in this kind of mood?” He asks, but the other simply ignores him, watching everyone lose their selves to music- some of them losing something bit more than their stress, if you know what I mean. Sungyeol grimaces in disgust at his fifth shot, then finally looks at Woohyun.
“Sorry to upset that pretty little lady,” he says, and he sounds sleazy and drunk, but Woohyun doesn’t mind.
“It was a guy,” he corrects him, his finger tracing designs on the hard granite, “and an apology isn’t really necessary. I just need you to owe me back already.”
Sungyeol lifts his eyebrows, for he didn’t know the male swung that way, and he smiles a smile not so genuine and real as he takes down a sixth shot. Woohyun stops him before it touches his lips, and he swats it out of his hand.
“I said, you owe me back,” he growls, or Sungyeol thinks he’s growling, or it’s hallucination. Woohyun really resembles a tiger in his eyes right now, and he merely laughs.
“Cool down tiger. We’re at a club, I’m supposed to be relaxing,” he tells him, and now he sounds extremely tipsy and Woohyun is annoyed.
“Why don’t you go relax at home, reading a book and some coffee? Not watching a bunch of sluts do what they call dancing,” he sounds angry, but Sungyeol can hardly tell.
“I do enough reading at school,” he mutters under his breath, and his eyes peak over to Woohyun’s for a bit before he takes a sixth shot, and manages to drink it down before Woohyun takes it from him.
“I don’t even know you, what makes you think you have the right to take what I do for fun away from me?”
His eyes drift back over to the dancers and the music is too loud for his ears now.
“When did it get this loud…” he sways back and forth on the barstool, bumping into Woohyun because he’s too goddamn close.
“I gave up a nice date with a nice boy for this,” Woohyun grumbles and Sungyeol gets up to dance with the rest of the crowd. His eyes never leaves the boy and he’s clearly drunk out of his mind, but if it’s the drinks that make him dance like that, then hey, Woohyun doesn’t mind so much. It isn’t until he sees some other girl practically grinding onto him that it starts to bother him and he’s not sure why. But he stays put because it’s none of his business anyways, but this girl is really walking on thin ice rolling on his hips like that. He watches closely, no matter how “stalker status” that sounded and he notices the cut on his face from a week or so back has left a noticeable scar. He instantly remembers Sungyeol and oh God Sungyeol’s meal. He looks at the boy dancing on the floor and realizes he probably has no intention of owing him back no matter how much he decides to intimidate him. So he dashes off home to start cooking for Sungyeol.
Although he’s out dancing on the dance floor just now.
“Are you okay?”
And it’s been a month and Sungyeol is still sitting on the rooftop. Eating another one of Woohyun’s lunches for the umpteenth time the past few weeks. His textbook is set aside and Woohyun sits in front of him, feeding him the lunch he made the night before.
“I’m fine,” he responds, and he sounds rather monotone and dull as he brings a fifth piece of meat to Sungyeol’s lips.
“Then can you stop stuffing me with food,” the younger narrows his eyes, “I barely have enough time to chew you know.”
Woohyun muffles a sorry and his eyes look over to the scar on his face again. It disturbs him, it really does, and the answer to that is on the tip of his tongue and he just can’t seem to spit it out. But Sungyeol’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts before he dug in too deep.
“Are you busy after school?”
It takes him a while to think. The two never, not once, got a chance to hang out anywhere other than the confines of the school. An he knows he’s anticipating this moment, so Woohyun shakes his head and a smile tugs on Sungyeol’s lips.
“Finally, you’re so lucky my mom will be home early to cook us some food,” he says, and he goes on about stuff Woohyun would normally be interested in, but he’s sits there and pretends to listen, because his mind’s in a big jumble of thoughts of who knows what.
“You owe me,” Woohyun tells Sungyeol one night. The two are sitting on Sungyeol’s bed and his scent is all over and it’s driving Woohyun insane because he loves that scent he wears. He could be blindfold and he would know whose room he stepped into. He remembered his breath hitting his neck, and his scent, although mixed with sweat, lingering the alley into his ears and driving his mind crazy with an intoxicating smell. He remembers the smell of the blood, and the same blood that trickled down his neck is the same that trickled down Sungyeol’s neck because they’re the same person.
“I… what?” Sungyeol sets his textbooks down and takes his glasses off, rubbing his eyes with closed fists and if he weren’t a dangerous thug running down the streets in an all black façade every few nights or so, he’d be much more adorable since Woohyun still had that image set in his mind every time his eyes looked at the younger boy. Woohyun’s finger grazes over Sungyeol’s scar, and Sungyeol gulps because he knows a question he definitely doesn’t want to hear is soon to be asked. But he drops his hand and he looks around the room again. He laughs. He laughs until his hands are clutching his stomach and he’s lying down on Sungyeol’s comfortable, not to mention too small for Sungyeol’s height, bed.
“W-woohyun…what are you-?”
“That makes three now. You owe me three.”
“And for what may I ask?” His hands fold across his chest and his eyes are sending daggers to him. Woohyun is taken back to their first meeting when they had a “glare off” and his heart beats too fast for his liking.”
“You little rebel Lee Sungyeol. I would’ve never knew you had it in you,” he smirks, and Sungyeol gets impatient because Woohyun is beating around the bush.
“You’re asking for a foot shoved up your ass pretty boy,” Sungyeol whispers as he picks up clothes left on the floor, as well as covers the gun farther beneath his bed away from Woohyun’s eyes.
He smirks wider, “You know, I kinda like you calling me pretty boy. Say it again.”
Sungyeol kinda laughs, but he throws him a confused glance. “You are so weird,” he huffs once he’s somewhat organizing his room. He scratches the back of his head and then looks back at Woohyun, whose still giving him that look that’s starting to creep him.
“Stop looking at me like that and tell me what I owe you for!” He throws a pillow at him as he goes to sit down with him on the bed. In the blink of an eye, Sungyeol finds himself underneath a grimacing Woohyun, whose staring at him with a smile resembling the Chesire cat of Alice in Wonderland.
“Woohyun!” He yells kicking his legs off of him, but Woohyun doesn’t back out that easily. He brings his face in closer to Sungyeol’s, causing a mad blush coloring his cheeks, which doesn’t exactly go unnoticed by the older.
“You owe me one, for stealing my money.”
“W-wha-!”
“Two, I saved your life,” he continues, his smile somewhat fading. Sungyeol can feel goose bumps all throughout his body, and he gets the chills even though he’s sure it’s quite warm in his room.
“When did you-!!”
“And three, lying to me.”
Sungyeol’s quiet now and it takes a while to process in his head what exactly is going on. His eyes widen and he can feel Woohyun’s hair touching his forehead and although the position would’ve normally sent his heart beat on overload, he was too occupied with the fact oh shit Woohyun knows.
“Oh God, you’ve seen me drunk!” is the first thing he cries out and his hands cover his face in embarrassment. Woohyun bursts out into another fit of laughter, only to earn a strong punch in the shoulder.
“Hey! It was cute now that I think about it. Someone as goody two shoes as you getting drunk at a club?” He snickers, “although I did not appreciate that girl giving you a lap dance.”
Sungyeol was the one to smirk this time, “Jealous?”
“Oh please. I can give you a way better lap dance than that amateur,” he says and Sungyeol’s jaw drops because he says it like it’s no big deal.
“Wait!” the realization suddenly hits him right on the head and his face contorts into a frown as he looks at Woohyun, “You lied to me, too then. I have just as much as a reason to be mad at you as you are at me!”
“Alright then. I guess no more Woohyun Special Lunches for you anymore.”
It’s quiet again and they’re both eyeing each other.
Sungyeol gives in with a exasperated sigh, “I honestly don’t know how to owe you back Woohyun. I don’t have the money.”
Woohyun thinks for a bit and he can almost see the light bulb lit when he comes up with an idea.
“You can always kiss me,” he smiles again and he likes the color Sungyeol’s cheeks turn this time.
“K-kiss… y-y-you?! And why would kiss you?” He sputters out and tries hard to avoid even looking at Woohyun’s face.
“Because I had to stay with you while you were drunk and tipsy I think I deserve something,” he puckers his lips out, but Sungyeol slaps his face away.
“It’s not like it was that bad idiot,” he says, “and you left me there, too! I was looking for you,” his eyes drooped in a sad manner and then they lit up in mischief again, “If anything, you kiss me, not I kiss you.”
“Eh, doesn’t really matter for me,” Woohyun simply shrugs and his quickly, too quickly, bring his lips next to Sungyeol’s and before he can even kiss back, he pulls away with a smile.
“Now you owe me three or I’m pulling that gun out from underneath your bed.”
Pairing/focus: wooyeol
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 4083
Summary: How many times does it take for Woohyun to realize he’s the same boy who pointed a gun at him?
To: Hwanjin
From: Your Secret Santa
A/N: Ah, I hope you enjoy the story although I’m not quite sure if I did the whole rebel thing right. Sorry if it sounded cliché and overdone ;m; But I did enjoy writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!
The first time Woohyun sees Sungyeol, he’s perched upon the school rooftop scrambling to finish what Woohyun assumed was last night’s homework. The younger’s glasses are nearly falling off his face and his hand is dancing across his notebook as he scribbles down words from the textbook in front of him. Woohyun couldn’t help but snicker at the hastiness of the younger boy, and Sungyeol is too absorbed into his work to even realize any other presence. He leaves the boy to the rooftop, his rooftop really, and sneaks out unnoticed.
The second time Woohyun sees Sungyeol, he doesn’t even know it is in fact Sungyeol because he’s wearing a cap on his head that shadows his face.
“That’s him?” Woohyun asks the guy to his left (he doesn’t even remember the boy’s name in all honesty) as he pulls his lighter out his dark washed jeans. He lit himself a cigarette hanging on the edge of his lips as he walks over to the boy, who’s counting the stack of money in his hands rather cautiously. He lets out a sigh and wraps a rubber band around the money, then drops it on the table in front of him.
“That’s it for the week guys, I think-.”
“That money belongs to us,” Woohyun snatches the cash, his fingers flipping through every bill once it’s in his hands.
“And who do you think you are?” Sungyeol quickly rises from his chair, and Woohyun might’ve been a bit intimidated by the height of the latter. Just a bit. But he takes a quite long drag of his cig and lets the smoke out to dance around Sungyeol’s face.
“Does it matter who I am?” Woohyun asks, and he suddenly really hates the stupid face mask he was forced on wearing the day he started this job.
“Dongwoo-,” Woohyun starts again, but gets immediately cut off with the click of a gun from one of Sungyeol’s men.
“Dongwoo is nothing of this matter, Sunggyu agreed that the money belongs to us,” Sungyeol snarls at him, “if you could just hand us back our money, I will promise you no one will be harmed pretty boy.”
And Woohyun fights back a laugh because he’s never been called pretty boy.
“Listen, I’m not giving up my money so easily just because you brats decide to get in the way,” Woohyun throws the stack around, and he watches as all eyes avert to watch the money land right back onto the table. He swiftly pulls a gun out one of his men’s pocket and points it at Sungyeol, “So let’s just be rational here.”
Sungyeol scoffs, folding his slender arms across his chest.
“And who told you this money belonged to you?”
Woohyun narrows his eyes at him, and Sungyeol mimics his actions. A moment of silence creeps the dark alley, and the sound of that annoying dog barking is really pushing Sungyeol’s limits.
“I need that money just as much as you do,” Woohyun shrugs, ignoring Sungyeol’s question.
“Ugh, how long are we gonna play this stupid game?” Someone behind Sungyeol’s shoulder exclaims with a dramatic throw of his hands in the air. He pushes Sungyeol almost (which sure earns him a dirty glare) and faces Woohyun.
“Look, I’m pretty sure speak for all of us here when I say I don’t know who the hell you are, what the hell you want, or why the hell you’re here. But we earned this money, and I’m being nice here, truly, honestly, so I say you leave now.”
The boy is sassy, Woohyun takes note, and probably the youngest among everyone packed here. Woohyun chuckles and throws his hands up in the air in surrender.
“Alright, you know what? I’ll go easy just this once. But you’re in debt to me,” he puts the gun down and looks at Sungyeol dead straight in the eye, “you got that?”
“For what, we didn’t-!”
“I’m not changing my mind,” Woohyun threw his hands behind his head and stalked off, his men following after sending what Sungyeol assumed meant to be life threatening looks. Once the gang was gone, Sungjong gave an overdramatic exhale and patted his friends back.
“Well at least we have the money!”
The third time Woohyun sees Sungyeol, it’s in fact Sungyeol bumping into Woohyun. And here is where you insert the typical “bumping-into-a-stranger-and-all-your-papers-fall-out-your-hands” cliché. Woohyun notices the boy as the one on the rooftop he shortly stalked the other week, nothing more.
“Sorry,” Sungyeol mumbles, giving a sloppy almost 90degree bow to the older before he drops down on one knee to collect his now scattered essays and notes on the ground. Woohyun fixes the glasses on his face and helps him retrieve his papers.
“It’s fine, what’s the rush anyways?” He chuckles, taking notice that the name scribbled on all his papers reads “Lee Sungyeol”. A passerby steps on one of his papers, and Woohyun really wants to laugh at the face Sungyeol has pasted on his face: jaw dropped, eye brows furrowed, and his naturally big eyes filled with anger. And then it strikes Sungyeol that he hasn’t answered Woohyun’s question yet, which is probably why he’s still looking at him as he neatly organizes his papers.
“Oh! I really have to turn this is by 8:00, or else I’m gonna-“ his eyes nearly pop out of his face once he catches a glimpse of the time on his watch. He does a double take and he looks up to face Woohyun, who holds the remanding papers he needs.
“I really gotta go and turn this in. Thank you so much,” he says too fast and hurriedly takes the stack from Woohyun’s hands and runs back to wherever he was headed too.
Woohyun blinks, then rises up, dusting his uniform off of any dirt. In the corner of his eye, he spots one more paper on the ground. He scratches the back of his head, and he really hopes it’s not something Sungyeol really needs. But lo and behold, the corner of the paper titles “Lee Sungyeol”, and a full sheet of sloppy notes.
“Well it could be worse. It could be his essay,” a voice pops from behind Woohyun. He easily recognizes the voice as he turns around to smile at his friend.
“Hey, Dongwoo,” Woohyun says, his eyes looking down at the notes, “how long have you been standing there?”
“Not long,” the latter grins widely, “who was that?”
“No idea…” Woohyun looks back at the direction Sungyeol dashed off too and back at the paper in his hands, “I gotta find him though.”
The fourth time Woohyun and Sungyeol cross paths, Sungyeol is running away from what Woohyun assumed another gang from the other side of town, and Sungyeol looked like he need help, and a lot of it.
Woohyun snickered when he hears the younger boy panting against the wall, “What trouble did you get into?”
Sungyeol immediately recognizes that voice as someone from school, but turns his head to find the boy he labeled pretty boy the other night. His eyebrows furrow and he can see his breath leaving fog in the air before fading with the cold breeze.
He groans when he remembers the unnecessary debt he owns to him, “Listen pretty boy, I’m not in the mood, so scram!”
“I could rat you out,” Woohyun shrugs, his eyes scanning the area for the thugs Sungyeol was running away from.
“Sungjong decided to play rough with some guys from the neighborhood past the river, and of course that brat would let me deal with the mess he leaves behind.” Sungyeol tells Woohyun, peeking behind the wall-which wasn’t as sneaky as what he intended since his head peeked out far too much and his eyes in desperate need for its glasses squinted so he could see farther just a smidge better.
“But it’s Sungjong and he knows how to deceive well enough to get good stacks of money,” and Sungyeol could ramble on and on about Sungjong’s antics and how he always managed to get everything he wants, but now is not the time. Woohyun steals a glance behind his head, keeping a look out for these guys Sungyeol was running away room. But of course, he would never tell the other, his enemy, that he was helping him out somewhat. That would hurt his pride.
“But he could at least deal with the after effects himself! I’m always stuck with the running, and maybe it’s because I have long legs, but that doesn’t mean I-!”
“Go run, I see them coming,” Woohyun cuts him off with a whisper.
“Run where?” Sungyeol turns to his left and sees a dead end. He gives Woohyun a pleading look, and Woohyun knows he’s asking for some sort of help, and for some odd reason, he just can’t seem to resist.
“What do you want me to-?”
But before he can even finish his question, Sungyeol subconsciously grabs his wrist and pulls him closer to him, engulfing almost his entire body. Sungyeol hides his face in the crook of Woohyun’s neck to make himself unrecognizable in the face of the thugs.
The palm of Woohyun’s hands rest against the brick wall and Sungyeol’s hot breath leaves his fingers twitching and the heat in his cheek rise up a few degrees.
Sungyeol’s eyes cast down on the puddle by Woohyun’s foot, and notices the cut left along his jaw line thanks to the thugs chasing him down. Woohyun notices it too, it’s still bleeding for God’s sake could he at least stop to get a bandage?!, but the sound of two voices grabs both guys’ attention. Sungyeol stops breathing and he knows it’s them. His head twists to face them and he shoots them a dirty look.
“Give us some privacy, will ya?” He spat at them, and they hurriedly dash out of their sight without a word. Woohyun quickly retreats from the taller boy and covers his face in his thick black scarf, his hands playing with the zipper for his jacket that he may or may not have stolen. Sungyeol lets out an awkward cough and stares down at the foot thick blanket snow. It takes a while, about 3 minutes, and then Sungyeol says thank you.
Woohyun ignores the blood rolling down his neck now. He smirks into his scarf when he realizes something, then scoffs, “You owe me. Again.”
And with all but a groan escaping Sungyeol’s lips, Woohyun takes off to go control his heartbeat.
“You dropped these,” Woohyun tells Sungyeol the fifth time he sees him as he drops the paper onto his lap. They’re back on the rooftop and the latter jumps once he hears another person. He turns around to face Woohyun, instantly recognizing him from somewhere, he just wasn’t sure where. Woohyun notices a scar on his jaw line, but he shrugs it off since he’s in no position to ask the boy where he received such damage.
“Took you long enough,” Sungyeol chuckles, stuffing the paper somewhere inside his backpack.
“Two weeks,” Woohyun answers, then gives him a friendly grin, “it’s hard when you’re a stranger.”
“It’s not like I need it anymore anyways,” Sungyeol sighs, and then turns his back to Woohyun after, “thank you, though.”
His lips pull into a frown at the boy’s antisocial act, “You know. You have all after school to do your homework.”
“Not really,” he mumbles and his eyes avoid Woohyun’s as he knows their piercing behind his back.
“My name is Woohyun, nice to meet you,” he proclaims the spot next to Sungyeol’s his and takes a seat, “you’re Sungyeol right? Every time I see you, you’re always studying, don’t you do anything for fun?”
Sungyeol closes the textbook in his arms and he looks at Woohyun, his eyes searching his. And then Woohyun pokes his cheeks.
“What are you doing?” Sungyeol scoots a bit farther away from him, and his cheeks still feel that warmth from Woohyun’s touch.
“I’m initiating a conversation with you,” he responds back, smiling even wider. Sungyeol wants to punch him; his teeth are so white and perfect.
“Don’t you eat?” Woohyun asks him, but his eyes can’t seem to get over that scar and Sungyeol notices it, too.
He lowers his face, staring down at his textbook with random scribbles Myungsoo decided to draw one day, “My mom cooks for me when I get home.”
“Well isn’t that just adorable,” Woohyun coos, “my brother usually does the cooking for me. Although, I’m not that bad myself.”
He’s almost bragging and Sungyeol grins, just because he’s amused.
“Oh yeah? I’ll be the judge of that,” Sungyeol pokes Woohyun’s cheek as revenge for what he did.
Woohyun slaps his arm away with a pout. “What’s the supposed to mean?”
“Make me something tonight.”
Woohyun wants to, he really wants to. He wouldn’t ever turn down an opportunity for him to show his skills, and part of that is because he’s a little self centered, and the other part is because he wants to impress Sungyeol. As he opens his mouth to accept his request, he remembers him. It’s been a while since he’s last seen him, and he couldn’t help but let himself be curious on how he was.
“I’m actually…busy. But I’ll try to cook you up something!” He adds once seeing the look of discontent on Sungyeol’s face. He smiles again, poking Sungyeol’s cheek. He can’t help but laugh because it’s only been about five minutes and he’s already starting to enjoy Woohyun.
“I had to turn down a date for you, I hope you know that,” he leans against the countertop. Watching him chug down another shot, he gives a playful smile.
“What’s got you in this kind of mood?” He asks, but the other simply ignores him, watching everyone lose their selves to music- some of them losing something bit more than their stress, if you know what I mean. Sungyeol grimaces in disgust at his fifth shot, then finally looks at Woohyun.
“Sorry to upset that pretty little lady,” he says, and he sounds sleazy and drunk, but Woohyun doesn’t mind.
“It was a guy,” he corrects him, his finger tracing designs on the hard granite, “and an apology isn’t really necessary. I just need you to owe me back already.”
Sungyeol lifts his eyebrows, for he didn’t know the male swung that way, and he smiles a smile not so genuine and real as he takes down a sixth shot. Woohyun stops him before it touches his lips, and he swats it out of his hand.
“I said, you owe me back,” he growls, or Sungyeol thinks he’s growling, or it’s hallucination. Woohyun really resembles a tiger in his eyes right now, and he merely laughs.
“Cool down tiger. We’re at a club, I’m supposed to be relaxing,” he tells him, and now he sounds extremely tipsy and Woohyun is annoyed.
“Why don’t you go relax at home, reading a book and some coffee? Not watching a bunch of sluts do what they call dancing,” he sounds angry, but Sungyeol can hardly tell.
“I do enough reading at school,” he mutters under his breath, and his eyes peak over to Woohyun’s for a bit before he takes a sixth shot, and manages to drink it down before Woohyun takes it from him.
“I don’t even know you, what makes you think you have the right to take what I do for fun away from me?”
His eyes drift back over to the dancers and the music is too loud for his ears now.
“When did it get this loud…” he sways back and forth on the barstool, bumping into Woohyun because he’s too goddamn close.
“I gave up a nice date with a nice boy for this,” Woohyun grumbles and Sungyeol gets up to dance with the rest of the crowd. His eyes never leaves the boy and he’s clearly drunk out of his mind, but if it’s the drinks that make him dance like that, then hey, Woohyun doesn’t mind so much. It isn’t until he sees some other girl practically grinding onto him that it starts to bother him and he’s not sure why. But he stays put because it’s none of his business anyways, but this girl is really walking on thin ice rolling on his hips like that. He watches closely, no matter how “stalker status” that sounded and he notices the cut on his face from a week or so back has left a noticeable scar. He instantly remembers Sungyeol and oh God Sungyeol’s meal. He looks at the boy dancing on the floor and realizes he probably has no intention of owing him back no matter how much he decides to intimidate him. So he dashes off home to start cooking for Sungyeol.
Although he’s out dancing on the dance floor just now.
“Are you okay?”
And it’s been a month and Sungyeol is still sitting on the rooftop. Eating another one of Woohyun’s lunches for the umpteenth time the past few weeks. His textbook is set aside and Woohyun sits in front of him, feeding him the lunch he made the night before.
“I’m fine,” he responds, and he sounds rather monotone and dull as he brings a fifth piece of meat to Sungyeol’s lips.
“Then can you stop stuffing me with food,” the younger narrows his eyes, “I barely have enough time to chew you know.”
Woohyun muffles a sorry and his eyes look over to the scar on his face again. It disturbs him, it really does, and the answer to that is on the tip of his tongue and he just can’t seem to spit it out. But Sungyeol’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts before he dug in too deep.
“Are you busy after school?”
It takes him a while to think. The two never, not once, got a chance to hang out anywhere other than the confines of the school. An he knows he’s anticipating this moment, so Woohyun shakes his head and a smile tugs on Sungyeol’s lips.
“Finally, you’re so lucky my mom will be home early to cook us some food,” he says, and he goes on about stuff Woohyun would normally be interested in, but he’s sits there and pretends to listen, because his mind’s in a big jumble of thoughts of who knows what.
“You owe me,” Woohyun tells Sungyeol one night. The two are sitting on Sungyeol’s bed and his scent is all over and it’s driving Woohyun insane because he loves that scent he wears. He could be blindfold and he would know whose room he stepped into. He remembered his breath hitting his neck, and his scent, although mixed with sweat, lingering the alley into his ears and driving his mind crazy with an intoxicating smell. He remembers the smell of the blood, and the same blood that trickled down his neck is the same that trickled down Sungyeol’s neck because they’re the same person.
“I… what?” Sungyeol sets his textbooks down and takes his glasses off, rubbing his eyes with closed fists and if he weren’t a dangerous thug running down the streets in an all black façade every few nights or so, he’d be much more adorable since Woohyun still had that image set in his mind every time his eyes looked at the younger boy. Woohyun’s finger grazes over Sungyeol’s scar, and Sungyeol gulps because he knows a question he definitely doesn’t want to hear is soon to be asked. But he drops his hand and he looks around the room again. He laughs. He laughs until his hands are clutching his stomach and he’s lying down on Sungyeol’s comfortable, not to mention too small for Sungyeol’s height, bed.
“W-woohyun…what are you-?”
“That makes three now. You owe me three.”
“And for what may I ask?” His hands fold across his chest and his eyes are sending daggers to him. Woohyun is taken back to their first meeting when they had a “glare off” and his heart beats too fast for his liking.”
“You little rebel Lee Sungyeol. I would’ve never knew you had it in you,” he smirks, and Sungyeol gets impatient because Woohyun is beating around the bush.
“You’re asking for a foot shoved up your ass pretty boy,” Sungyeol whispers as he picks up clothes left on the floor, as well as covers the gun farther beneath his bed away from Woohyun’s eyes.
He smirks wider, “You know, I kinda like you calling me pretty boy. Say it again.”
Sungyeol kinda laughs, but he throws him a confused glance. “You are so weird,” he huffs once he’s somewhat organizing his room. He scratches the back of his head and then looks back at Woohyun, whose still giving him that look that’s starting to creep him.
“Stop looking at me like that and tell me what I owe you for!” He throws a pillow at him as he goes to sit down with him on the bed. In the blink of an eye, Sungyeol finds himself underneath a grimacing Woohyun, whose staring at him with a smile resembling the Chesire cat of Alice in Wonderland.
“Woohyun!” He yells kicking his legs off of him, but Woohyun doesn’t back out that easily. He brings his face in closer to Sungyeol’s, causing a mad blush coloring his cheeks, which doesn’t exactly go unnoticed by the older.
“You owe me one, for stealing my money.”
“W-wha-!”
“Two, I saved your life,” he continues, his smile somewhat fading. Sungyeol can feel goose bumps all throughout his body, and he gets the chills even though he’s sure it’s quite warm in his room.
“When did you-!!”
“And three, lying to me.”
Sungyeol’s quiet now and it takes a while to process in his head what exactly is going on. His eyes widen and he can feel Woohyun’s hair touching his forehead and although the position would’ve normally sent his heart beat on overload, he was too occupied with the fact oh shit Woohyun knows.
“Oh God, you’ve seen me drunk!” is the first thing he cries out and his hands cover his face in embarrassment. Woohyun bursts out into another fit of laughter, only to earn a strong punch in the shoulder.
“Hey! It was cute now that I think about it. Someone as goody two shoes as you getting drunk at a club?” He snickers, “although I did not appreciate that girl giving you a lap dance.”
Sungyeol was the one to smirk this time, “Jealous?”
“Oh please. I can give you a way better lap dance than that amateur,” he says and Sungyeol’s jaw drops because he says it like it’s no big deal.
“Wait!” the realization suddenly hits him right on the head and his face contorts into a frown as he looks at Woohyun, “You lied to me, too then. I have just as much as a reason to be mad at you as you are at me!”
“Alright then. I guess no more Woohyun Special Lunches for you anymore.”
It’s quiet again and they’re both eyeing each other.
Sungyeol gives in with a exasperated sigh, “I honestly don’t know how to owe you back Woohyun. I don’t have the money.”
Woohyun thinks for a bit and he can almost see the light bulb lit when he comes up with an idea.
“You can always kiss me,” he smiles again and he likes the color Sungyeol’s cheeks turn this time.
“K-kiss… y-y-you?! And why would kiss you?” He sputters out and tries hard to avoid even looking at Woohyun’s face.
“Because I had to stay with you while you were drunk and tipsy I think I deserve something,” he puckers his lips out, but Sungyeol slaps his face away.
“It’s not like it was that bad idiot,” he says, “and you left me there, too! I was looking for you,” his eyes drooped in a sad manner and then they lit up in mischief again, “If anything, you kiss me, not I kiss you.”
“Eh, doesn’t really matter for me,” Woohyun simply shrugs and his quickly, too quickly, bring his lips next to Sungyeol’s and before he can even kiss back, he pulls away with a smile.
“Now you owe me three or I’m pulling that gun out from underneath your bed.”