Next Time Lock the Door; Myungyeol [Infinite]
Sungyeol thinks he’s too young to think about love.
In the bed across, Sungjong disagrees, saying they are in the perfect age to fall in love. He describes it with flowery imaginaries, hand movements, and a joyful smile on his face.
Sungyeol listens and likes how innocent and wonderful it all sounds from his friend’s mouth.
Sungjong is a spray of ever-lasting energy, and he sees life through pink spectacles, where everything is shiny and golden, and the world is such a beautiful place. He adores him for that, because sometimes he can’t.
“Sungjongie, are you in love?” Howon seems amused by the conversation, fresh out of shower and already in his pajamas.
And suddenly Sungyeol sees the sparkling eyes and the reddened cheeks and the shy smile and how handsome Sungjong is with that expression, and understands. “Yes! But it’s a secret…”
Howon nods in approval, but doesn’t ask who it is or probes and Sungyeol decides to do the same.
Sungjong continues to babble, starry eyed while he hugs his teddy-bear and caresses its head.
Sungyeol thinks he’s cute, it’s cute. And wonders if he’ll be the same when he’ll fall in love.
They go way past bedtime; Howon closes the lights, and turns on his hip-hop music.
Sungyeol keeps asking and tries not to notice how Hoya tosses and turns beneath Sungjong while they chat about how and why.
In the end, they go to bed when Howon barks something incoherent in broken Korean mixed with English; “kiddies, go to sleep, love tomorrow.”
They snicker as they glance at him; face all smudged on the pillow.
∞
In early mornings, he sits in the living-room with a comic in his hand and a coffee in another, watching the parade of half-awake men.
The first to emerge from their rooms is Sunggyu and Woohyun, who hit each other playfully on the chest and joke about something. They enter hastily the bathroom together, pushing and cursing.
Sungyeol can hear their laughter as they brush their teeth, and Woohyun spits accidentally but on purpose on Sunggyu’s hand. It doesn’t take long for them to start shoving the toothbrushes into each other’s eyes and wetting each other with the water - he flinches at Woohyun’s girly screams, at most, and rolls his eyes at Leader Gyu’s half-hearted commends.
Sunggyu starts making breakfast while Woohyun takes a shower. Sungjong wakes up the minute he smells food out of the fridge, rubs his eyes sleepily. Sunggyu orders him around to wash this and bring that.
When Myungsoo opens the door, Sungyeol can’t help but stare at him.
He glares back at him, though it’s not a severe glare, since it’s too early. He looks puzzled as if he’s not sure he’s in the right place at the right time. His hair is all fuzzy on his head.
The moody little creep slides to the kitchen, makes coffee while ignoring the noise Sungjong and Sunggyu are making around him; yelling and fighting about whom did the laundry yesterday since now Sunggyu’s socks are red and slips back to the living-room.
He sits down next to Sungyeol, as always too close for comfort. He sips from the hot cup and leans his head on Sungyeol’s shoulder.
Sungyeol doesn’t even bother with him. He never does, for some odd reason. Either because they fight a lot, either because they’re really comfortable with each other’s company.
They have a strange friendship.
When Dongwoo wakes up, late as usual, and asks Myungsoo where he left his blue shirt, Myungsoo doesn’t answer because he’s out cold with a cup of stifling hot black coffee, leg draped over Sungyeol’s.
Sungyeol wakes him up by jerking his shoulder.
∞
When it starts, it starts with a hasty kiss that makes Sungyeol frustrated to even think about.
It’s accidental and uncontrollable, and it ends before Sungyeol can protest or determinate if the kiss was good or bad; They were fighting about something, and Sungyeol was getting angry and mad and then somebody came into the room and rushed them, said there’s five minutes to broadcast.
He just had to make a point, to set a line, to make sure Myungsoo isn’t winning again, because there’s no way he’ll go out there this mad. Myungsoo simply rolled his eyes, his apathy making his face an ugly blur and then they were kissing.
Just like that.
The whole time of the broadcast he’s wide-eyed and confused, answering unrelated questions and making weird noises while thinking of it over and over again in his mind.
He’s not very sure he’s disgusted.
When they come home, the hyungs make fun of him, saying that he was ‘out of it’ today, but he barely cares, and avoids even looking Myungsoo’s way before retreating to the warmth of his bed.
∞
They don’t talk about it.
Or talk... at all.
Not that they communicated much before, now it’s just looks like they completely ignore each other’s existence. It becomes unbearably obvious to the rest of the inhabitants of the dorm within days. No “Myungsoo, pass me the chopsticks,” when they’re clearly next to Myungsoo’s hand, and no sardonic comments when Sungyeol makes the lamest joke ever yet again.
Sungyeol finds himself distressed and angry and somewhat displeased and wonders when they’ll forget it already. It’s not like his relationship with Myungsoo can get any weirder than this.
“You guys, is there something wrong with you two?” Dongwoo asks over dinner one night, and gets two identical looks of shock.
Dongwoo laughs to break the embarrassment, something he was always good at, and scratches his head. “Seriously, though. We’ve been talking about the way you act lately…”
“We?” Sungyeol snaps, already horrified.
“Just the three of us, hyungs. They say you’re all awkward. At first I thought they were just making me do stuff, but you didn’t trade a word the entire evening.” It was probably the reason why Sunggyu and Woohyun left him at home anyways, to question them.
“We’re fine.” Myungsoo answers and Sungyeol averts his gaze at him, and understand that it’s okay to lie in this kind of situation. “It’s nothing.” Myungsoo has this weird fake smile on his face when he turns to him. “Right?”
Sungyeol nods, and Myungsoo gets up; “Thanks, I’m full. I’m going to bed.”
∞
The next day, Sungyeol exits the bathroom in the backstage just before they’re about to perform, and Myungsoo is there, hands in his pockets.
Sungyeol is convinced it’s not ‘nothing’, when Myungsoo pushes him on a nearby wall, crushing their mouths together. They fumble around, not really knowing what to do or how to do it, before Myungsoo catches his hair and pushes him down on his lips again and now Sungyeol’s hands glide down his shiny clothes and it feels different and hot and suddenly those damn clothes feel stiff and tight. Myungsoo sighs into his mouth and Sungyeol won’t admit aloud that he likes it, a lot.
“Myungsoo, are you finished? We have, like, three minutes left, and the make-up noona-“ Sungjong trails off when he sees the two of them standing next to each other while fixing their outfits and brushing invisible dust off their clothes.
“Is everything alright?” he asks, raising his voice a bit in pure concern, and Sungyeol reflects on how much he likes the way Sungjong speaks. They probably look like they were caught red-handed, so Sungyeol slumps a heavy hand on Myungsoo’s shoulders.
“We’re fine!” He laughs a bit, because, seriously, someone should turn on the air conditioning; his cheeks are burning. “Best friends ever!” He adds, and then feels a little stupid.
∞
At first, Sungyeol thinks of it as experimenting.
It’s rather easy to touch and kiss Myungsoo and he’s always welcoming, lean to him on broadcasts, make scandalous pictures and then get beaten up and scolded for posting them.
Sure, he’s been with two or three girls (or one.) in the past, but Myungsoo’s lips are really soft, and the way he smirks is kind of alluring, and he always bites his lower lip when he looks at him, and Sungyeol thinks it makes his stomach uneasy.
It’s awkward as hell, for the first few times.
They have no idea what they’re doing, and Sungyeol doesn’t know what to do with his hands or where to put them while they kiss. It’s clear that Myungsoo has more experience in that area, because his hands are all over him, and he gets comfortable with it faster than he should. Soon, those small pecks in dark, damp corners become make-out sessions behind the dorm by the garbage, where Myungsoo lifts his shirt and Sungyeol shudders at how good his hand feels on his lower back or maybe because Myungsoo’s lips on his neck feel agonizingly wet and erotic. Before he notices it, he quickly adapts to the thrill behind sneaking out in the middle of practice through the back door and pressing his body to Myungsoo’s while they kiss and bite, pull and push.
∞
Leader Sunggyu catches them one day.
Just before bedtime, they’re in the bathroom, and Sungyeol makes strange popping noises with the mint-flavored foam, and Myungsoo is choking from laughter with the toothbrush in his mouth.
They’re making out all of the sudden, and the dorm is silent and dark; Sungyeol can hear the beating of his heart in his ears as Myungsoo’s tongue invades his mouth.
The shifting of the clothes as they brush against each other the clinks that the toothbrush in Myungsoo’s hand does as it lands on the sink while Myungsoo’s hands are preoccupied with him. The noises of the cars outside, and yes, his own heartbeat steadily pacing as Myungsoo kisses him again and again.
His fingers are full of toothpaste and foam, but he slides them across L’s soft nape, making sure he leaves traces of the white toothpaste on his body. His shirt comes off in a rush, and they’re breathless and Sungyeol thinks it became a bad habit to make-out like this without knowing how to stop.
Then the door opens, and Sunggyu looks confused. He closes the door as quickly as he opened it. “Sorry!” He calls, as if that’s all there is to that.
Myungsoo chuckles against his throat and continues. Sungyeol feels a little worried, but it’s forgotten as they go to sleep a minute later. Maybe he didn’t see the two of them, or didn’t notice. It was pretty dark.
∞
Myungsoo always knows where to touch or what to say and he can drive him up the wall within a second without even trying.
He likes it. He likes how sometimes they go a little overboard and find themselves awkwardly sitting naked next to each other while thinking of things to say. He likes to get angry at him because, seriously, Myungsoo can think of such nonsense to say - how does he even comes up with that stuff is beyond him. He likes the way Myungsoo touches him, rubbing his cold nose on his neck and breathing down his cheek.
He really likes it.
Whenever alone, they go at it like bunnies, kissing and touching and groping. Myungsoo can touch him everywhere, because Sungyeol doesn’t give him restrictions or makes scenes if they cross some red lines. Their kisses always melt hotly against their lips, words collide coarsely, bodies meet fleshly and cheeks rub until the point Sungyeol wants out and feels like he’s suffocating between the bed and the body above him. The moment they’re not touching anymore, he misses it.
When Myungsoo goes to Japan and calls him in the middle of the night, they sit silently on the line, just hearing each other breathe. He thinks it’s weird at first, but he understands that L-sama is exhausted right now, and wants nothing else but to come back to him. In these times he feels selfish, and wants to say selfish things. But never does, because next Myungsoo asks how his day was, albeit both of them know he’s not very interested.
They fight a lot more than Sungyeol remembers them fight before, because they make mistakes, and it doesn’t scare him or worries him. Myungsoo is a self-centered ego-maniac, and Sungyeol is a childish monkey that likes to be in the center of attention all the time - so they clash here and there, but it’s mostly good clashes that end with Sungyeol’s cock in Myungsoo’s mouth.
∞
At nights, Sungjong whispers him excitedly of his adventures with his loved one. Boasting how handsome he is, and how they ate ice-cream together and how much he pays attention to him.
Sungyeol thinks it’s one of the hyungs, because he sounds so grown-up and mature next to the two of them; talking about love like innocent children.
Sungyeol cracks up every time Sungjong blushes when he explains about the way they kiss. It’s easy to tease him because he’s bad at explaining it and makes a fuss about the whole thing.
When Howon snorts in his sleep just in the middle of the exact portrayal of the shy kiss they shared, they glance down and snicker as quietly as they can.
Sungyeol is a little jealous because he wants this kind of innocent love, too, but he’s insanely glad for Sungjong. He knows Sungjong deserves this kind of happiness.
If he even counted his relationship with Myungsoo into the equation (and he doesn’t), they’re way beyond repair. They stopped being innocent from day one, and it’s not that serious, it’s just a physical thing he can’t really explain.
Myungsoo is the one who initiates it every time (Sungyeol will admit that there were times when he helps him initiate it), so Sungyeol can say that it’s only due to Myungsoo’s advances this friends-with-benefits thing even exists.
He doesn’t tell Sungjong about Myungsoo, doesn’t even hint it, because it’s not the same like Sungjong describes at all. With butterflies and flying unicorns and cotton-candies instead of clouds, Sungjong’s first love seems so beautiful and attractive and glorious. Sungyeol wants that. He wants that sheepish smile and dazed look. He wants those whispers in breaks between here and there with sexy promises of what to come, and what should he wait for.
Myungsoo never promises anything - He wants it? He takes it. That’s it. They can argue about it, Sungyeol can make a fuss about it, Myungsoo can be smug about it, but in the end, it’s like they’re fighting with their mouths and hands instead of words.
Myungsoo sends an ominous text-message from Japan about one of the make-up noonas finding out he’s covered in hickeys and Sungyeol laughs out loud at how ironic this all is, without thinking.
“Who is it, so late at night?” Sungjong asks from his bed.
“Myungsoo,” Sungyeol blurts out while texting something funny back (“haha, in your face, L-sama, have fun explaining!”)
“What does he say?”
“Something stupid like always.” He answers in a chuckle, and when he turns back to his friend, Sungjong worriedly looks at his own pink phone and back to him.
∞
The house is bustling with activity one day when Myungsoo wants to show him something in his room, but ends up bumping him on his bed, and Sungyeol whispers a forceful “stop it,” but the other doesn’t, and they’re kissing, and Sungyeol closes his eyes because it’s been a long while.
It’s breathless and strong and he can hear Howon coming back from practice and Dongwoo greeting him, Woohyun cooking something for lunch.
Myungsoo bumps their foreheads together, and looks at him, and Sungyeol feels a bit like a captured animal that doesn’t have the strength to escape. They share a few breathes, before Myungsoo’s hand captures the bulge in Sungyeol’s pants. He brushes they lips together, and Sungyeol moans softly before he can help himself.
“I locked the door,” Myungsoo reassures.
“No, you didn’t.” Sungyeol smiles and Myungsoo interlaces their hands above his head as he trails sweet pecks on his throat and collarbone.
Sungyeol lets out a snigger, and then Dongwoo is at the door, and looks like he just witnessed a murder before his eyes. He scampers hurriedly away and slams the door shut after him.
“Myungsoo,” Sungyeol whines against his hair. “Tell him we fall on top of each other,”
“Stop panicking, he’ll figure it out himself.”
“Stop it already… what if he comes back?”
Then the door is opened again, this time by Howon. “Holy shit! I thought you were joking, Dongwoo!” He grins and closes it. Myungsoo slaps his forehead, and Sungyeol says “I told you so,” and feels a little guilty after saying it.
He buckles back his jeans, but doesn’t want to leave and the sheets smell like a mix of Myungsoo’s deodorant and shampoo, so he buries his head in them.
Myungsoo, for his part brushes his hair a bit, until it looks semi-decent, and sits next to him. He caresses Sungyeol’s back for a few seconds, before he sighs and get up.
“I’m not coming out there, until you tell them you fell on top of me,”
“And what? Continued to be on top of you because I liked it?”
“This is your entire fault… We’re never going to hear the end of this!” he whines loudly, hitting his legs on the futon.
“Dinner!” Woohyun calls and Sungyeol feels hungry and a little scared, and wants to bury himself somewhere out of pure mortification and hates the fact that Myungsoo doesn’t look one bit abashed, though a little sorry.
They come out of the room, and the four of their band-mates are sitting in a circle around the table, face red with laughter. Hoya whistles, for good measure.
There’s a huge bowl of Naengmyeon of the table, and also a pack of condoms.
“I feel that as your hyungs, you’ve got to make sure you’re protected,” Sunggyu says, and Dongwoo is already hysterical with guffawing behind Howon’s back.
They sit down next to the table, and Sungyeol ignores them as he fills his plate.
“Y-yeah,” Woohyun’s cheeks are pumped up because he can barely control himself, and Sunggyu nudges his elbow into him, trying to make his face as serious as ever. “You know? A month ago Sunggyu came into the room and said the funniest thing about seeing the two of you in the bathroom together, and I thought he was just joking, but look at us now! Fooled by your top-notch acting!” he teases and Howon is all grins and teasing as well (“For how long? How long?”), so Sungyeol simply eats his noodles, face all red. He’s happy more than ever that Sungjong is visiting his sick grandpa, and doesn’t get to see how embarrassed he is.
Myungsoo’s braver than that, so he picks up the condoms and shoves them to his pocket. That makes the four of them bawl with laughter and amazement.
Sungyeol suddenly feels like a victim, and hits him on the arm with scandalized expression on his face; “Yah, Kim Myungsoo!” making another wave of glee erupt.
“Less for you and Woohyun, right?” Myungsoo teases back and Sungyeol glances at them, not really knowing what to expect, and notices that their hands are interlaced below the table, and that Woohyun’s leg is on top of Sunggyu’s legs and it all makes such perfect sense in a very twisted way. They don’t confirm it, nor deny it. “You little rascal,” Woohyun wants to hit him, and Hoya hits Dongwoo’s forehead accidentally with his elbow and he doubles up in pains, so they end up nursing him and laughing and this is all sorts of weird.
∞
He reads a girly magazine when he comes back from the shooting his Drama and none of the band-mates is back yet.
It says something about fashion, and nails and random facts about make up and guys.
It’s a little funny, because, really, girls can be so cliché sometimes. It’s a little funnier when most of the reasons of ‘how to tell a guy is interested in you’ apply exactly on spot on Sungjong and his beloved, and how none of it applies on him.
He skims it neatly, thinking that this jacket might be good on Myungsoo, and the door suddenly cracks open. Myungsoo is back from Japan, and he looks tired.
He dumps the bag on the floor, just like that, and nods his way before going to the kitchen. Manager looks tired too, he makes some arrangements and instructs them to go to sleep early, since tomorrow, there’s a morning photo-shoot at 10.
Myungsoo looks like hell when he sits next to him and listens to the manager, he nods then and there, but Sungyeol is sure he’s not actually listening.
When the manager leaves with a broken threat in the air, Myungsoo leans his head on his shoulder and closes his eyes.
Sungyeol wonders when they’re going to have a vacation already, because L doesn’t look so good at all.
He wants to get up, and understands Myungsoo already fall asleep.
He tries to take him to his room, but he’s kind of heavy, so he shakes him until he’s semi-awake.
He half-carries him to his room, but they get tangled up in the futon in the darkness, and fall in a mess of limbs on the sheets.
“I brought you a present,” Myungsoo breaks the silence that comes with the pain. Sungyeol grins because he likes being pampered, but then Myungsoo shrugs his shirt off and kisses him, so he’s not sure there’s going to be a present, but the grin doesn’t leave his face.
“Should I unwrap it?” Sungyeol jokes as he unzips Myungsoo’s jeans, and they snicker in the darkness against each other’s cheeks.
They don’t actually keep up for long, and end up talking about his stupid drama in Japan, and he listens to Myungsoo bitching about the producer and the director, the crazy Japanese fans, how insane this all is, and how far behind in the choreography of new song he is.
Sungyeol laughs about the fact that a fan sent him (worn)underwear as a fan-mail, and retorts when he brags about his acting skills, and Myungsoo’s breath tickles his face.
They’re lying in underwear under the sheets, and it’s almost dark, and Myungsoo falls asleep easily.
Sungyeol lies there, in the darkness, while the lights in the living-room are still on, and thinks how different this is from his daily talks before bed with Sungjong; because Myungsoo is cynical and lazy, and the world seems so real and so overwhelming when he describes it. It doesn’t give him any place for expectations or hopes, but also feels tangible and normal.
The guys come back when he starts to drift.
They’re noisy and he’s not sure if he wants to greet them and point out he’s a little hungry, or tell them to be quiet because Myungsoo’s asleep. His heavy hand is draped over Sungyeol’s chest, and he doesn’t want to move. He’s comfortable.
“Oh, L-sama is back!” Woohyun probably notices the bag.
“Already? I thought he’s coming back tomorrow?”
“Didn’t they say we have a huge-ass photo-shoot tomorrow?”
Dongwoo opens the door and Sungyeol closes his eyes.
“Myungsoo… didn’t even call me to say he’s back…” Sungjong whines at the door.
“Shhh, they’re sleeping…” Dongwoo says, and there’s something motherly in his voice and he sounds kind and peaceful. He can hear them piling up at the door, looking at their sleeping forms.
The door is closed and Sunggyu asks when Sungyeol came back from the drama and why didn’t he make some food.
Dongwoo enters the room later on, while Hoya is mumbling something, and Sungyeol can barely hear them. Dongwoo trips twice in the darkness (one time over Sungyeol’s legs and another over Myungsoo’s sneaker), gets his pajamas, and goes out again, tiptoeing at his best so to not wake them up.
Sungyeol wants to say he’s awake, and they can open the lights, but doesn’t.
It’s the first time he stays the night with Myungsoo like this, and also, the first time he falls asleep without earphones.
∞
Sungyeol vows to never sleep in the same room with Myungsoo again.
He kicks and turns a lot in his sleep also mumbles something about kitties and Sungyeol is a light sleeper, so it feels like he woke up every other hour. Myungsoo also gets him up really early and he’s all hands and wet kisses and soft moans.
The sun filtered by the shades gets into the room while they’re whispering and the room turns from pink to yellow, and he’s lazy and it’s warm in between the sheets and tries to be as quiet as possible. Myungsoo’s hands tremble on his body, and it feels erotic and he never wants it to end.
Sungjong literally lands on them when he comes in, just a second too late to witness the mess they made in the sheets and the way Myungsoo looked a little ravished with swollen wet lips from rough kissing.
He’s a little heavy on Sungyeol’s legs and pays no real attention to him, as he asks Myungsoo how Japan was and how the drama was and gets excited about the blonde wig and looks all happy and glowing.
∞
The week is a blur of shows and dancing and his out of breath voice that gets critiqued again and again. Nobody speaks of it in the house, since Infinite isn’t Infinite without Sungyeol, and he knows he should try even harder now. He laughs it off at variety-shows and its okay but he’s tired and needs out of it all for a while.
Next thing he knows, Myungsoo leaves for Japan and he’s not there to even see him depart because he’s at the set of a drama.
He gets his nose powdered when Myungsoo sends a single; “On a flight to Japan. C-ya next week.” It’s rather cryptic, even for Myungsoo, and Sungyeol remembers fighting with him about coffee beans and milk and he can’t help but wonder if Myungsoo is still thinking of it.
∞
He’s tired as hell, the day Sungjong says he’s troubled.
Hoya is going in and out of the room, preparing to bed and applying his cream and playing with Dongwoo, so he doesn’t even hear half of the conversation.
Sungjong doesn’t say much; he says that he feels something off with his loved one, and that he’s scared.
Sungyeol’s eyes are rolling back from exhaustion, because he practiced the dance moves for 8 hours straight, and the rest of his waking-time went on his voice lessons, and his mental state isn’t that good. But he looks at Sungjong and his worried expression, and stays awake by will power alone, hearing him out.
“I’m going to say it.” He finally says, as if he made a big decision.
“Say what?” Sungyeol asks, and feels that today he hasn’t been a participant in the conversation at all; since it’s the first time he made a coherent reply.
“I want to say it. That I love him. That we’ll get past this because I love him. I don’t want to give up on him.” Sungjong looks so mature; he lies on his belly and hugs the pillow beneath him and puts his chin on it. He’s thoughtful, and a little sad as he looks out of the window like that.
Myungsoo is all over his thoughts and the way he blows on his ear when they’re touching and how they bump foreheads together and his lower stomach twists painfully with want and lust and all sorts of different feelings.
“Do you think it’s enough? Saying that you love him?”
Sungjong looks hurt when he says it, and then nods slowly. “Yes. Love is like that. It can win anything.”
Hoya comes into the room, a grin on his face and Sungyeol can hear Dongwoo’s; “What the hell?” and a rolling laughter in the living-room.
“Why the long faces?” Howon asks, before departing with a towel to the bathroom.
“I don’t mind the small stuff,” Sungjong continues, “We can get over small stuff. Little fights. Little things that irritate me. Things that catch my eye and make me hurt. I love him. And that all that matters.”
Sungyeol takes a slow nod and wishes he was strong and beautiful like Sungjong looks right now. He gives him a weak smile. And Sungjong grins back, settling for the night inside his blanket.
Sungyeol can’t help but think that he does mind the small stuff, which is why he could never be with Myungsoo for real. He minds the way he talks in his sleep, he minds the way he says hurtful things without noticing. He minds every single thing and sometimes he gets angry so bad he loses himself in the process, but right now, he’s hurt - and it’s not Myungsoo’s fault.
He wants Myungsoo to climb to his bed, no matter who’s watching -because he doesn’t care shit at this point- and touch him, everywhere or anywhere, until they melt together and the world fades away in a blur like it always does when he’s with him.
He turns his back to Sungjong, picks up his phone and texts; “I want you.” But more for the comfort. Although the time difference and the long way the SMS ships through, it takes only three minutes until he gets a reply; “I want you, too.”
He’s almost asleep and the dorm is silent when he gets another message. “I’m coming back on the first flight home, so keep that thought.”
Sungyeol thinks he’s joking, so he goes back to sleep with a smile on his face.
∞
He’s not joking when he plucks roughly the earphones off his ear and shakes him awake.
It’s not even dawn yet, and he’s in a new jacket, and Sungyeol gives him a glare before coming down from bed.
Hoya’s music is on Ne-yo’s album and Myungsoo seems completely awake and fully alert although it’s the middle of night, so he changes the music to some Irish trot song on loop. Sungyeol laughs so hard, Sungjong groans and stirs in his sleep.
They hastily exit to the living-room but keep the lights shut and Myungsoo kisses him hard on the lips. They slide to the floor, moaning each other’s name between pants.
Sungyeol thinks it’s crazy, and they can get caught, so he bites his lip shut.
They get overboard completely this time, because it’s night and he doesn’t want to object to anything that Myungsoo does.
It hurts a little, since it’s his first time, but his body is burning, and he can barely remember what his name is, so he keeps on chanting Myungsoo’s name. It’s over before he can help it, and now they’re sleek and dirty and Myungsoo hugs him close until his breath settles.
It takes long minutes until it does, and Sungyeol watches how it gets lighter and lighter outside through the window.
Myungsoo gets off him in the end, and kisses his chest.
He looks satisfied like the cat that ate the canary, and Sungyeol hates him for that. Myungsoo doesn’t drop his gaze though. They stare at each other until Sungyeol looks away, because he’s naked and embarrassed and he can’t believe he had sex with Kim Myungsoo out of all the people in the world.
“Does it hurt a lot?” he asks, and Sungyeol punches him as a reply, because seriously, Myungsoo lacks tact.
Myungsoo takes a lot of time to wear back his clothes, and Sungyeol wants to believe it’s because of the flight in the middle of the night and the fact that both of them are tremendously tired. When he eventually does, he also slugs the bag on his shoulder. “It’s… my brother’s birthday. I don’t have much time before my flight back.”
Sungyeol nods because he likes Myungsoo’s brother and tells him to send his regards, when he grins at what an sappy brother he is, coming back to celebrate with him, Myungsoo opens his mouth to say something, yet nothing comes out and there’s something in his eyes that kind of gives him away. Sungyeol is a little scared, because now he knows Myungsoo went back all the way from Japan just for him and there is no birthday at all.
Myungsoo doesn’t say a thing, though, and looks down eventually, rubbing his eyes, before wearing his sneakers. He knows he won’t be telling anyone that Myungsoo visited in the night. He’s not very sure even the managers know.
They kiss in the door-step, but don’t say goodbye or trade any words. Myungsoo is already going down the stairs when he goes back and kisses him again, longer this time, then leaves.
>>THE REST IS HERE>>
*This was written for a one-shot, but LJ is a bitch, and won't let me post it, so just click the little link above to continue. :)