iss 2011: for lucky_today
To: lucky_today
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Maybe Broken. (Sprained Probably.)
Pairing/Focus: Woohyun/Sungyeol
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 2500
Summary: Lee Sungyeol sometimes felt useless to Infinite.
Lee Sungyeol sometimes felt useless to Infinite; he wasn’t that great of a dancer nor singer, and he wasn’t as good looking as Myungsoo (apparently) or as entertaining as Sungjong. He was just the tall actor: Lee Sungyeol. So he, Sungyeol, took the job of puting a little more effort into the team in the other ways he could. If he couldn’t add much, then he at least could refuse to detract from the group. He gave himself some pride in that, and so he worked to be as solid as possible.
For the longest time that was particularly easy, being solid. He worked hard and did good, he even got that acting gig that actually made him seem pretty useful in the long run, getting his face, and in turn Infinite’s, out there. Everything was look up.
Until, that is, he ended up ruining the whole facade (was that what it was?), for a little while at least.
Sungyeol found himself wincing as he looked at his foot in the dim florescent lighting of the dance studio’s tiny, dirty bathroom. He could practically see the dark purple bruise forming on the whole entire left side of it.
“Yah!” he heard along with a pounding on the door. Woohyun. “Hurry up! We need to practice!”
“Woohyun!,” Sunggyu’s stern voice joined in from the other side of the door.
“He’s hurt,” Sungjong’s high pitched voice put in reasonably. And yet, Sungyeol could hear the fight in all of their heads, even the ones who hadn’t spoken, to do one of two things. They could possibly ignore this injury, that had been caused by him hitting into Hoya before landing sorely on his foot. He was then, shortly after, on the floor writhing in the pain of the injury. Or they could acknowledge it and let Sungyeol sit out. Of course the smart idea would be two do the latter, but with their already packed schedules their synchronization that had garnered them so much fame was already slipping, and Sungyeol was definitely one of the weaker links.
He needed this practice time.
Sungyeol had to make the choice, and his decision was simple: to do what he had been trying to do this whole time. Be a strong lasting, solid, pillar in the group. He couldn’t quite do that if he sat out. Didn’t gymnasts work through injuries all the time? Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do? Some might call him reckless, but Sungyeol thought of himself as noble in that time.
So he took a deep breath and shoved his sock and shoe back on, hissing from the pain. He pushed through the bathroom door and mustered up all of his acting skills to put some sort of a smile on his face that would hopefully tell the group: ‘don’t worry about me, I’m okay!’
-
It was late, and Sungyeol was still sitting on the floor of their main room watching TV. He hadn’t moved since the team had arrived back at their dorm from practice, and their manager kept coming out for water and giving him wary glances. Sungyeol knew he should wash up and go to bed, but he really, really didn’t want to get back onto his foot.
Hiding the injury had proven to be a bigger job than he ever had expected. He found that favoring his injured foot seemed to happen at every move in their choreography, and it was hard not collapsing every single time he had to do it. As they went over the moves over and over he found himself getting even more worn down.
He wondered if it was broken.
He didn’t get to think on that long before he heard the door to one of the smaller dorm rooms open. He looked up in the direction, not really knowing who to expect. It was Woohyun.
Woohyun gave a sort of scoffing laugh at the sight of Sungyeol.
“You still up?” he asked, and small smile playing at his lips.
“Uh, yeah,” Sungyeol said. He waved his hand at the TV. “I wanted to finish this show.” Woohyun looked at the TV.
“It’s an infomercial.”
“Oh.”
“We aren’t even allowed to watch TV at this time.” Woohyun was right about that, Sungyeol thought that maybe the managers were actually being soft on him because of his injury. He actually felt kind of thankful for the special treatment, although he knew he needed to sleep if he wanted to be good enough at their early schedules the next day. His solid-ness was faltering already.
Woohyun sat down beside him and poked him rather randomly on the shoulder. He grinned. “You’re foot’s not going to get better if you don’t give your body some real rest.” Sungyeol frowned.
“My foot isn’t hurt that bad,” he said. Woohyun looked at it, then back to Sungyeol, eyebrow cocked.
“Sure,” he said before leaning over to Sungyeol and pressing his lips to his forehead. He pulled back and said quietly, “Sleep, okay?” before removing himself from his place and returning to him and Sunggyu’s room.
Sungeyeol laughed, because it was dumb, that forehead kiss, but it made him feel better. He gave his poor foot a sympathetic glance before pulling himself up and limping - hey he was the only one awake to see - to the room where he slept, finally feeling like he could sleep.
-
Sungyeol felt terrible when he was awoken a mere two hours later.
“Up,” he heard whoever was waking him order. He couldn’t be bothered to catalogue in his head who the voice belonged too. He groaned as he sat up, greeted by Myungsoo yawning on the bed closest to his. He rubbed his eyes before glancing down at his injured foot. He had to stifle a gast as he quickly saw it had swelled to a gigantic size.
Which, okay, wasn’t really ‘gigantic,’ but it was startling! He gave it a wary glance before grabbing a stray sock on his bed and pulling it over it, hoping to disguise the disfigurement, thankfully the plan worked. Although now his foot felt sore and confined in the now tiny sock. He couldn’t bear to think about what would happen later when he had to put shoes on as he pulled himself from his bed.
Sungyeol had definitely been right to worry about the state his foot would be in once he found himself in the need of shoes. As he made his way to the car he found he had to either decide to limp or grimace, he figured grimacing could be explained away so he walked normally. Which was painful, oh so painful. The van seemed miles away and he could hear Woohyun’s poorly hid laughs as he walked beside him. Just a couple more steps, though, and then he’d be there.
It was a special sort of salvation when he finally made it to the van and could collapse into a seat in the back. Woohyun took one beside him and was giving him a funny sort of smile.
“What?” Sungyeol asked.
Woohyun leaned in and breathed into his ear, “We still have a whole day of schedules to go through.” Sungyeol looked away quickly, not wanting to face that fact. “You sure your foot doesn’t hurt?”
“Yes.” And Sungyeol was done with the conversation after that, frowning even harder at the sound of Woohyon’s obnoxious chuckle.
-
One good thing came out of the day of schedules: a free evening. A handful of the members left to go work on dance, but Sungyeol kind of thought that maybe his job as pillar needed for him to stay behind and give his foot some rest. Yes, that was definitely what he needed to do. The day had been terrible, they had had a performance, which he didn’t know how he got through without collapsing, and then some guest appearances on shows and an interview. Those weren’t that bad, except when they were asked to show their dance routine, which was unexpected and somehow made it worse than the perfomance.
He found himself lying down on one of the bottom bunks in his room reading and listening to music when they got back to the dorm. Woohyun, Sungjong, and Sunggyu were all still occupying the dorm, due to the fact that they had vocal training later in the evening. Sungyeol felt pretty guilty at the fact that that did make him the only one voluntarily staying at the dorm that evening, and when Woohyun came into the room he was pretty sure he was just planning on teasing him about that. Probably planning to mention his foot again, and so Sungyeol would have to insist its ‘okay’-ness and that wasn’t something he was looking forward to.
But Sungyeol had ended up being rather wrong as he found himself sitting on the bed, pressed hard against the wall it was on, with Woohyun straddling him on his lap. Their mouths were in the middle of an extremely messy, desperate kiss.
“Jesus,” Sungyeol said as they took a quick break for air.
“Come on, cripple,” Woohyun said, which cause Sungyeol to laugh. “It’s been far too long.”
“A week?” Sungyeol asked, cocking and eyebrow up.
“Shut up,” Woohyun said, pressing his lips against Sungyeol’s again, doing the routine bite to his lip to get him to grant the other’s tongue entrance. Sungyeol let out a sigh into the other’s mouth as Woohyun’s hand slipped it’s way up his shirt. He groaned as Woohyun’s tongue slipped from his mouth and made it way down his neck. His head tilted back as Woohyun nibbled and sucked on the exposed flesh. Woohyun pulled back before pushing his shirt further up his body, Sungyeol let out a deep sigh as the shirt was removed and Woohyun went back to work on Sungyeol’s neck.
Sungyeol let out a deep groan and felt his hands tangle in Woohyun’s hair as he moved continually lower down Sungyeol’s chest. His hand rubbing on the inside of Sungyeol’s thigh. He chuckled at the sounds Sungyeol was making.
“Sh, do you want to get caught?” he asked, and although it was rhetorical Sungyeol found himself shaking his head as Woohyun pulled his mouth from Sungyeol’s body and brought his hands to the elastic waist band of the pajama pants he was wearing, he toyed with it a bit before grinning up at Sungyeol. Honestly, people called him the elementary school kid?
“Ready?” Woohyun asked and Sungyeol could of have honestly slapped him at that time, but Woohyun, thankfully, did not wait for an answer. He pulled down the pants ‘just enough’ and saw the half hard bulge in Sungyeol’s boxers. He plunged his hands into them and pulled him out. Sungyeol moaned loudly and Woohyun laughed.
“Jesus, Sungyeol,” he said quietly, he glanced over his shoulder before turning back to Sungyeol and wrapping his hand tightly around his dick. Sungyeol’s breath hitched and he bit down on his lip to keep any noises from escaping as Woohyun pumped his hand up and down. He bit down harder as Woohyun looked up at him through lidded eyes before proceeding to lower his head. Sungyeol had to close his eyes right then, as Woohyun’s lips pressed against the head of his now fully hard erection. Sungyeol couldn’t stop the low hiss from escaping his lips as Woohyun took as much of him as he could. It was all a hazy blur after that as Woohyun braced his hands on Sungyeol’s, keeping him in charge of the whole ordeal. His tongue slid expertly up the back of his dick and he gently brushed his teeth up and then the sucking and the blowing. God, why didn’t they do this more often? Sungyeol was finding it harder and harder to be quiet as he got closer to climax.
Woohyun’s hand moved from Sungyeol’s hip, making it’s way lower to rub on the inside of his thigh again, somehow getting Sungyeol to spread his legs even further, he winced as his foot hit the bed post.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his mind clouded.
“Hm?” Woohyun asked, he began to lift his head but Sungyeol gripped tighter at his hair.
“Please don’t stop,” he said, sure his foot was now throbbing with a new found pain in his foot, but he didn’t think he could live in Woohyun didn’t finish. Woohyun managed to pull his head up though, although he had the decency to put his hand in his mouth’s place. Nothing in comparison, Sungyeol thought.
“But your foot,” Woohyun said, as his hand jerked up and down Sungyeol’s shaft.
“It’s fine,” Sungyeol said, bucking his hips a little, willing Woohyun to continue that magic with his mouth. Woohyun’s hand stopped doing anything and he narrowed his eyes at Sungyeol.
“Don’t lie to me while we’re having sex,” he said, and Sungyeol groaned; exasperated.
“Okay,” he said, rolling his hips, trying to get back some of that friction. “It’s hurt, maybe broken. Sprained probably, just continue!”
“But you’ve been dancing?” Woohyun asked and Sungyeol let out a sort of cry of frustration.
“Yes!”
“It wont heal that way.” Sungyeol was really close to at least grabbing his dick himself to get something now, he didn’t respond. “You need to sit out of practice tomorrow, okay?” Sungyeol didn’t say anything again, he couldn’t do that. But then Woohyun jerked his hand again on Sungyeol and he let out an almost scream of satisfaction.
“Okay, okay!” he said, barely aware of what he was saying, and thankfully that did the trick, and Woohyun was on him yet again.
He figures it was worth it since Woohyun apparently thought that he deserved something for his sacrifice and Sungyeol probably would of have rated the whole thing in the top ten best times he and Woohyun had ever had sex.
-
The next day at practice Woohyun made sure Sungyeol went through with his promise from the night before, much to Sungyeol’s chagrin.
“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t dance on that foot,” Woohyun said when Sungyeol stood, poorly, in position.
“Woohyun has a point,” Sunggyu said regretfully. “You have to let it heal, he told me you were having problems with it yesterday.”
“Sit,” Woohyun said, pointing to the bench on one side of the room. Sungyeol gave him a sort of devastated look but Woohyun just sort of shook his head. Sungyeol mumbled incoherent curses under his breath as he made his way to the bench. Woohyun gave his almost signature to Sungyeol chuckle and gave him the quite signature kiss on the forehead before turning to join the rest of the dancing group.
Sungyeol frowned at this dumb forehead kiss. He crossed his arms as he watched the group continue their dance practice, childishly sticking his tongue out at Woohyun every time he happened to catch his eyes. His gaze soon turned to his foot, the offender in all of this, scowling. And then he raised his head to see the head shaking dance instructor tell him that he could still dance with his arms. He didn’t realize how much he really wanted that break until then, as he followed his members moves with his tried, aching arms.
Be a strong pillar. he told himself tiredly in his head as he continued, for a second being useless seemed not so bad.
From: Your Secret Santa
Title: Maybe Broken. (Sprained Probably.)
Pairing/Focus: Woohyun/Sungyeol
Rating: nc-17
Word count: 2500
Summary: Lee Sungyeol sometimes felt useless to Infinite.
Lee Sungyeol sometimes felt useless to Infinite; he wasn’t that great of a dancer nor singer, and he wasn’t as good looking as Myungsoo (apparently) or as entertaining as Sungjong. He was just the tall actor: Lee Sungyeol. So he, Sungyeol, took the job of puting a little more effort into the team in the other ways he could. If he couldn’t add much, then he at least could refuse to detract from the group. He gave himself some pride in that, and so he worked to be as solid as possible.
For the longest time that was particularly easy, being solid. He worked hard and did good, he even got that acting gig that actually made him seem pretty useful in the long run, getting his face, and in turn Infinite’s, out there. Everything was look up.
Until, that is, he ended up ruining the whole facade (was that what it was?), for a little while at least.
Sungyeol found himself wincing as he looked at his foot in the dim florescent lighting of the dance studio’s tiny, dirty bathroom. He could practically see the dark purple bruise forming on the whole entire left side of it.
“Yah!” he heard along with a pounding on the door. Woohyun. “Hurry up! We need to practice!”
“Woohyun!,” Sunggyu’s stern voice joined in from the other side of the door.
“He’s hurt,” Sungjong’s high pitched voice put in reasonably. And yet, Sungyeol could hear the fight in all of their heads, even the ones who hadn’t spoken, to do one of two things. They could possibly ignore this injury, that had been caused by him hitting into Hoya before landing sorely on his foot. He was then, shortly after, on the floor writhing in the pain of the injury. Or they could acknowledge it and let Sungyeol sit out. Of course the smart idea would be two do the latter, but with their already packed schedules their synchronization that had garnered them so much fame was already slipping, and Sungyeol was definitely one of the weaker links.
He needed this practice time.
Sungyeol had to make the choice, and his decision was simple: to do what he had been trying to do this whole time. Be a strong lasting, solid, pillar in the group. He couldn’t quite do that if he sat out. Didn’t gymnasts work through injuries all the time? Wasn’t that what you were supposed to do? Some might call him reckless, but Sungyeol thought of himself as noble in that time.
So he took a deep breath and shoved his sock and shoe back on, hissing from the pain. He pushed through the bathroom door and mustered up all of his acting skills to put some sort of a smile on his face that would hopefully tell the group: ‘don’t worry about me, I’m okay!’
-
It was late, and Sungyeol was still sitting on the floor of their main room watching TV. He hadn’t moved since the team had arrived back at their dorm from practice, and their manager kept coming out for water and giving him wary glances. Sungyeol knew he should wash up and go to bed, but he really, really didn’t want to get back onto his foot.
Hiding the injury had proven to be a bigger job than he ever had expected. He found that favoring his injured foot seemed to happen at every move in their choreography, and it was hard not collapsing every single time he had to do it. As they went over the moves over and over he found himself getting even more worn down.
He wondered if it was broken.
He didn’t get to think on that long before he heard the door to one of the smaller dorm rooms open. He looked up in the direction, not really knowing who to expect. It was Woohyun.
Woohyun gave a sort of scoffing laugh at the sight of Sungyeol.
“You still up?” he asked, and small smile playing at his lips.
“Uh, yeah,” Sungyeol said. He waved his hand at the TV. “I wanted to finish this show.” Woohyun looked at the TV.
“It’s an infomercial.”
“Oh.”
“We aren’t even allowed to watch TV at this time.” Woohyun was right about that, Sungyeol thought that maybe the managers were actually being soft on him because of his injury. He actually felt kind of thankful for the special treatment, although he knew he needed to sleep if he wanted to be good enough at their early schedules the next day. His solid-ness was faltering already.
Woohyun sat down beside him and poked him rather randomly on the shoulder. He grinned. “You’re foot’s not going to get better if you don’t give your body some real rest.” Sungyeol frowned.
“My foot isn’t hurt that bad,” he said. Woohyun looked at it, then back to Sungyeol, eyebrow cocked.
“Sure,” he said before leaning over to Sungyeol and pressing his lips to his forehead. He pulled back and said quietly, “Sleep, okay?” before removing himself from his place and returning to him and Sunggyu’s room.
Sungeyeol laughed, because it was dumb, that forehead kiss, but it made him feel better. He gave his poor foot a sympathetic glance before pulling himself up and limping - hey he was the only one awake to see - to the room where he slept, finally feeling like he could sleep.
-
Sungyeol felt terrible when he was awoken a mere two hours later.
“Up,” he heard whoever was waking him order. He couldn’t be bothered to catalogue in his head who the voice belonged too. He groaned as he sat up, greeted by Myungsoo yawning on the bed closest to his. He rubbed his eyes before glancing down at his injured foot. He had to stifle a gast as he quickly saw it had swelled to a gigantic size.
Which, okay, wasn’t really ‘gigantic,’ but it was startling! He gave it a wary glance before grabbing a stray sock on his bed and pulling it over it, hoping to disguise the disfigurement, thankfully the plan worked. Although now his foot felt sore and confined in the now tiny sock. He couldn’t bear to think about what would happen later when he had to put shoes on as he pulled himself from his bed.
Sungyeol had definitely been right to worry about the state his foot would be in once he found himself in the need of shoes. As he made his way to the car he found he had to either decide to limp or grimace, he figured grimacing could be explained away so he walked normally. Which was painful, oh so painful. The van seemed miles away and he could hear Woohyun’s poorly hid laughs as he walked beside him. Just a couple more steps, though, and then he’d be there.
It was a special sort of salvation when he finally made it to the van and could collapse into a seat in the back. Woohyun took one beside him and was giving him a funny sort of smile.
“What?” Sungyeol asked.
Woohyun leaned in and breathed into his ear, “We still have a whole day of schedules to go through.” Sungyeol looked away quickly, not wanting to face that fact. “You sure your foot doesn’t hurt?”
“Yes.” And Sungyeol was done with the conversation after that, frowning even harder at the sound of Woohyon’s obnoxious chuckle.
-
One good thing came out of the day of schedules: a free evening. A handful of the members left to go work on dance, but Sungyeol kind of thought that maybe his job as pillar needed for him to stay behind and give his foot some rest. Yes, that was definitely what he needed to do. The day had been terrible, they had had a performance, which he didn’t know how he got through without collapsing, and then some guest appearances on shows and an interview. Those weren’t that bad, except when they were asked to show their dance routine, which was unexpected and somehow made it worse than the perfomance.
He found himself lying down on one of the bottom bunks in his room reading and listening to music when they got back to the dorm. Woohyun, Sungjong, and Sunggyu were all still occupying the dorm, due to the fact that they had vocal training later in the evening. Sungyeol felt pretty guilty at the fact that that did make him the only one voluntarily staying at the dorm that evening, and when Woohyun came into the room he was pretty sure he was just planning on teasing him about that. Probably planning to mention his foot again, and so Sungyeol would have to insist its ‘okay’-ness and that wasn’t something he was looking forward to.
But Sungyeol had ended up being rather wrong as he found himself sitting on the bed, pressed hard against the wall it was on, with Woohyun straddling him on his lap. Their mouths were in the middle of an extremely messy, desperate kiss.
“Jesus,” Sungyeol said as they took a quick break for air.
“Come on, cripple,” Woohyun said, which cause Sungyeol to laugh. “It’s been far too long.”
“A week?” Sungyeol asked, cocking and eyebrow up.
“Shut up,” Woohyun said, pressing his lips against Sungyeol’s again, doing the routine bite to his lip to get him to grant the other’s tongue entrance. Sungyeol let out a sigh into the other’s mouth as Woohyun’s hand slipped it’s way up his shirt. He groaned as Woohyun’s tongue slipped from his mouth and made it way down his neck. His head tilted back as Woohyun nibbled and sucked on the exposed flesh. Woohyun pulled back before pushing his shirt further up his body, Sungyeol let out a deep sigh as the shirt was removed and Woohyun went back to work on Sungyeol’s neck.
Sungyeol let out a deep groan and felt his hands tangle in Woohyun’s hair as he moved continually lower down Sungyeol’s chest. His hand rubbing on the inside of Sungyeol’s thigh. He chuckled at the sounds Sungyeol was making.
“Sh, do you want to get caught?” he asked, and although it was rhetorical Sungyeol found himself shaking his head as Woohyun pulled his mouth from Sungyeol’s body and brought his hands to the elastic waist band of the pajama pants he was wearing, he toyed with it a bit before grinning up at Sungyeol. Honestly, people called him the elementary school kid?
“Ready?” Woohyun asked and Sungyeol could of have honestly slapped him at that time, but Woohyun, thankfully, did not wait for an answer. He pulled down the pants ‘just enough’ and saw the half hard bulge in Sungyeol’s boxers. He plunged his hands into them and pulled him out. Sungyeol moaned loudly and Woohyun laughed.
“Jesus, Sungyeol,” he said quietly, he glanced over his shoulder before turning back to Sungyeol and wrapping his hand tightly around his dick. Sungyeol’s breath hitched and he bit down on his lip to keep any noises from escaping as Woohyun pumped his hand up and down. He bit down harder as Woohyun looked up at him through lidded eyes before proceeding to lower his head. Sungyeol had to close his eyes right then, as Woohyun’s lips pressed against the head of his now fully hard erection. Sungyeol couldn’t stop the low hiss from escaping his lips as Woohyun took as much of him as he could. It was all a hazy blur after that as Woohyun braced his hands on Sungyeol’s, keeping him in charge of the whole ordeal. His tongue slid expertly up the back of his dick and he gently brushed his teeth up and then the sucking and the blowing. God, why didn’t they do this more often? Sungyeol was finding it harder and harder to be quiet as he got closer to climax.
Woohyun’s hand moved from Sungyeol’s hip, making it’s way lower to rub on the inside of his thigh again, somehow getting Sungyeol to spread his legs even further, he winced as his foot hit the bed post.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his mind clouded.
“Hm?” Woohyun asked, he began to lift his head but Sungyeol gripped tighter at his hair.
“Please don’t stop,” he said, sure his foot was now throbbing with a new found pain in his foot, but he didn’t think he could live in Woohyun didn’t finish. Woohyun managed to pull his head up though, although he had the decency to put his hand in his mouth’s place. Nothing in comparison, Sungyeol thought.
“But your foot,” Woohyun said, as his hand jerked up and down Sungyeol’s shaft.
“It’s fine,” Sungyeol said, bucking his hips a little, willing Woohyun to continue that magic with his mouth. Woohyun’s hand stopped doing anything and he narrowed his eyes at Sungyeol.
“Don’t lie to me while we’re having sex,” he said, and Sungyeol groaned; exasperated.
“Okay,” he said, rolling his hips, trying to get back some of that friction. “It’s hurt, maybe broken. Sprained probably, just continue!”
“But you’ve been dancing?” Woohyun asked and Sungyeol let out a sort of cry of frustration.
“Yes!”
“It wont heal that way.” Sungyeol was really close to at least grabbing his dick himself to get something now, he didn’t respond. “You need to sit out of practice tomorrow, okay?” Sungyeol didn’t say anything again, he couldn’t do that. But then Woohyun jerked his hand again on Sungyeol and he let out an almost scream of satisfaction.
“Okay, okay!” he said, barely aware of what he was saying, and thankfully that did the trick, and Woohyun was on him yet again.
He figures it was worth it since Woohyun apparently thought that he deserved something for his sacrifice and Sungyeol probably would of have rated the whole thing in the top ten best times he and Woohyun had ever had sex.
-
The next day at practice Woohyun made sure Sungyeol went through with his promise from the night before, much to Sungyeol’s chagrin.
“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t dance on that foot,” Woohyun said when Sungyeol stood, poorly, in position.
“Woohyun has a point,” Sunggyu said regretfully. “You have to let it heal, he told me you were having problems with it yesterday.”
“Sit,” Woohyun said, pointing to the bench on one side of the room. Sungyeol gave him a sort of devastated look but Woohyun just sort of shook his head. Sungyeol mumbled incoherent curses under his breath as he made his way to the bench. Woohyun gave his almost signature to Sungyeol chuckle and gave him the quite signature kiss on the forehead before turning to join the rest of the dancing group.
Sungyeol frowned at this dumb forehead kiss. He crossed his arms as he watched the group continue their dance practice, childishly sticking his tongue out at Woohyun every time he happened to catch his eyes. His gaze soon turned to his foot, the offender in all of this, scowling. And then he raised his head to see the head shaking dance instructor tell him that he could still dance with his arms. He didn’t realize how much he really wanted that break until then, as he followed his members moves with his tried, aching arms.
Be a strong pillar. he told himself tiredly in his head as he continued, for a second being useless seemed not so bad.