tension comes in all forms, sunggyu/woohyun, r
OH LOOK GUYS, I FINISHED SOMETHING! After, what, six months fhdjsfd. Uh, I don't know what it is about Woohyun and Sunggyu that makes me weak in the knees but it is really quite absurd, BUT THAT'S OKAY IF IT GETS MY PRODUCTIVE JUICES FLOWING. \O/ Since I haven't posted anything proper since March, it's likely that my writing skills are extreeeeeeeemely rusty, so beware.
You might want to protect your teeth while you're at it, because the cheese in here is unforgivably epic in proportions.
ETA: Tension Comes In All Forms is now a prequel to The First Step to Acceptance.
Title: Tension Comes In All Forms
Pairing: Sunggyu/Woohyun
Rating: R for mildly sexually suggestive themes
Word Count: 4800
Summary: Sunggyu gets phenomenally drunk and still has the presence of mind to screw his life up, while Woohyun deals primarily with sexual frustration.
Shit. Sunggyu shifted to the right, the left, and the right again. He crossed his legs. Make that a double shit.
"I don't see why they had to make the girl cry," Woohyun commented by his side, towelling his hair dry. The scent of Woohyun's shampoo, although essentially shared by everyone else, tickled Sunggyu's nose. He could smell the soap off Woohyun, clean and fresh, an attack to his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, Sunggyu made out the odd water droplet sticking stubbornly to Woohyun's chest, gleaming in the moving light of the TV screen. Sunggyu made a concentrated effort to return his attention to the TV.
"-- a little unnecessary."
Sunggyu inhaled. He exhaled. He tried to breathe through his mouth. "What?"
By then, Woohyun had already lost all interest in making conversation. He changed his position on the floor, leaning his back against Sunggyu's side and letting his head roll back to rest on Sunggyu's shoulder. Sunggyu moved his arm to drape it across Woohyun's shoulders to make things more comfortable, and Woohyun rubbed his cheek against Sunggyu's shirt, arm curling around Sunggyu's waist.
Aside from the noises of the movie, the ensuing silence between the both of them was agonising. Interest settled low in Sunggyu's stomach as he caught glimpses of naked skin, damp and hot. The skin of Woohyun's shoulders was like fire to ice, heat seeping into the skin of Sunggyu's arm. He desperately needed to get away and couldn't, because Woohyun, Woohyun in his pajama bottoms and nothing else, had conveniently decided that Sunggyu needed a dead weight by his side. Sunggyu felt arousal stir beneath his belly again, and stopped his train of thought right in its tracks.
He couldn't even watch his movie in peace.
Woohyun moved his head, and Sunggyu caught his gaze from his periphery. "Isn't this sweet? You and I, watching a movie. A sad replacement for a cinema, but that's what being famous will do to us, right? Given the circumstances." Woohyun huffed out a short laugh. "It's kind of pathetic."
See, here's the deal. A few days ago, Sunggyu had, in a moment of complete idiocy, gotten phenomenally drunk on a few bottles of soju. It wasn't his fault -- one bottle lead to another, and another, and another, and the next thing he knew, Woohyun had snatched up the last few remaining bottles and was making far too much of a ruckus to be decent at that time of the night. The members had been mad at him, he'd been mad at himself, the whole world had gone insane with anger, and really, Sunggyu just hadn't wanted to be held responsible for the group, not when everyone refused to lift their feet during practice, not when Howon had made his loud, dramatic exit out of the practice room, and especially not when Woohyun had given him that look of drained resignation.
No. Sunggyu loved Infinite, but he hated the industry. Maybe hate was too strong a word. In any case, Woohyun was there, and anger had been dwelling like a monster in the pit of his stomach, and the next coherent thought Sunggyu had was fuck this and his fist had met the wall with a resounding crack.
Needless to say, Woohyun was aghast.
A moment later, Woohyun had brought out the First Aid Kit, and perhaps it just went to show how much of a pathetic excuse of a leader Sunggyu was that he wasn't even aware that there was one in the kitchen. Despite his protests, feeble in its essence, Woohyun started to clean Sunggyu's knuckles from his blood. Sunggyu stared at Woohyun's nimble fingers and traced the ever-changing veins of his hands with his eyes, the anger inside morphing into a dangerous creature, perhaps more treacherous than anger itself for its sheer wrongness.
He would blame the adrenaline running through his system for his erratic heartbeat, and the alcohol for the struggle to make his breathing resemble anything normal, but internally Sunggyu knew that this strange creature hadn't merely popped into existence. Internally, Sunggyu knew that his attachment and, to be completely honest with himself, attraction to the boy wasn't something of a passing stage of sexual orientation. Internally, Sunggyu couldn't blame the adrenaline or alcohol for the words that escaped his mouth like trapped birds out of a cage. Four words; straightforward and blunt.
"I'm attracted to you," he said, not 'I like you' or 'I might have a crush on you'. Because nothing was wrong with appreciating both genders on a completely physical level. Woohyun had, over the recent weeks, built far more muscles than Sunggyu could successfully ignore, and even before that Sunggyu couldn't seem to stop his eyes from tracing the line of Woohyun's jaw or lips as they curved into a smile, or even his shoulders as they heaved from exhaustion.
Woohyun had to work very hard to look even the slightest bit unappealing.
Woohyun only grinned, but Sunggyu had already seen. The way Woohyun's fingers trembled in bandaging his knuckles told a completely different story. "That's good," Woohyun said flippantly, like he was paid comments like this every day, which wasn't too far from the truth. "I am, too."
Woohyun left Sunggyu, heart beating out of his chest, and washed his hands, putting the kit away. "I'm going to sleep," Woohyun said. Sunggyu detected a slight waver in his voice, but perhaps that was his muddled, alcohol-laden senses at work.
And now Woohyun was pressed against Sunggyu's side, waxing poetic about how pathetic their lives were, and all Sunggyu's brain had the ability to do was replay Woohyun's words repeatedly. You and I, watching a movie. You and I, watching a movie. You and I, watching a movie. You and I --
"Hm, yeah," Sunggyu said. He cleared his throat silently and hoped Woohyun couldn't feel his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Have you bathed yet?"
Sunggyu's gaze snapped to his left. Woohyun was looking at him, one leg stretched out and the other curled up underneath him. He watched, half-mesmerised, as the colours of the TV screen played against the contours of Woohyun's abdominal muscles, dipping into his navel --
Stop.
Woohyun was still looking at him. Right. An answer.
"Nope," Sunggyu said, keeping his voice as controlled as possible.
"Maybe you should." Woohyun paused, a tiny grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "You stink."
"I do not."
"You can't smell it because you're the one smelling, idiot."
"Hey!"
"Go bathe."
"As you wish, your majesty," Sunggyu said, injecting as much sarcasm in his voice as he possibly could and getting up. Woohyun, caught off guard, hit the floor with a muffled thud.
"I hate you," Woohyun said, not moving.
Throwing a grin over his shoulder, Sunggyu entered the bathroom. Water vapour clung to his skin. The mirror was still foggy from Woohyun's time in the bathroom, and Sunggyu had to will the images of Woohyun bathing away before he did a few things he'd probably regret doing later.
Stepping into the shower, Sunggyu winced as the shower's spray, still hot, hit his skin.
Straightforward as it was, Woohyun's confession that he was attracted to him too still seemed, for lack of a better word, peculiar. Was he serious? Was Sunggyu's alcohol-addled brain imagining things? He couldn't have, because Sunggyu could distinctly recall the tremor in Woohyun's fingers as he bandaged his knuckles and the overtly casual tone of his voice. Was this a mutual attraction, then? If so, what did that make them? Where did it leave them?
Quite frankly, Sunggyu's life consisted of too many questions and not enough answers. Maybe he was over-analysing things. Sunggyu lathered himself in soap, hesitating as his hand crept downwards. He could still feel the heat of Woohyun's back seeping through his clothes and clinging to his skin. He could still smell Woohyun, a clean and masculine sort of scent.
After a moment of deliberation, Sunggyu quickly washed the soap off, grabbing a dry towel off the towel rack and wiping himself down. These days, they couldn't care less about who used whose towel; it was a miracle to even have a dry towel waiting to be used.
Tugging on a shirt and a pair of loose grey pants, Sunggyu left the bathroom, draping the wet towel on the towel rack as he did so. Woohyun was lying on his belly, sifting through piles of fan mail and haphazardly discarding the read ones all over the room.
"Do you want to turn this place into a garbage dump next?" Sunggyu asked.
"Heads up," Woohyun said, throwing a parcel at him. Sunggyu ducked and winced as the parcel hit the wall behind him.
"What's this?" Sunggyu asked as he picked it off the floor. It looked innocuous enough, wrapped in pink, flowery wrapping paper that smelled suspiciously like flowers. Sunggyu took a whiff of it and promptly sneezed.
"I don't know," Woohyun said, still deeply focused on reading his fan letter. Something suspicious was going on. Woohyun never took such great pains in reading through his letters.
"As long as it's not an explosive," Sunggyu said, watching Woohyun carefully. Was this a hidden camera? It was definitely a hidden camera. Only a hidden camera would serve as enough of an incentive for Woohyun to look so... innocent. Sunggyu cast suspicious glances around the room.
Woohyun didn't move.
Sunggyu sat down next to Woohyun, as close as possible. If the parcel was an explosive, then Woohyun would get the brunt of it, Sunggyu would make sure of that. Woohyun still didn't budge. Instead he picked another envelope of the floor and opened it.
Not an explosive then.
Before Sunggyu could untie the ribbon holding the wrapping paper in place, Woohyun leaned up on his elbows and pressed his face against the dip between Sunggyu's hip and thigh, inhaling loudly.
"Mm," he said appreciatively. "You smell good."
Metaphorical alarm bells went off everywhere.
Completely forgetting about hidden cameras and explosives, Sunggyu focused all his attention on keeping the parcel in his hands, where they threatened to invoke a stroke for all the tension going on. Calm down. He ripped the wrapping paper off the box, opened the lid, took one look at its contents, and promptly forgot all about Woohyun's face in his thigh.
"Underwear!" Woohyun cried, lifting his face from where it rested.
"Why," Sunggyu said.
"Orange underwear!"
"Why is there a picture of my face on --"
"I think it would look lovely on you," Woohyun interrupted.
"I'm throwing this away."
"What? No, I'll keep it for you."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Do I look like I'm out of my mind?"
"I think you look like an idiot," Sunggyu said decisively. Relinquishing all facades of maturity, he threw the ridiculously coloured underwear against the wall.
"That's too bad, because I think you look hot," Woohyun said.
Sunggyu's brain screeched to a halt.
"You really need to stop doing that," Sunggyu said.
"What?"
"Being inappropriate at inappropriate times."
"So..." Woohyun gave Sunggyu a look, one a child would use to confront a jar of cookies. "You'd consider this situation inappropriate?"
Sunggyu would have to be a fucking robot to ignore Woohyun's blatant advances. Woohyun rolled around so that he was looking up at Sunggyu from his lap, and if this didn't blow past the highest level of inappropriateness one could have in a platonic friendship, Sunggyu didn't know what could.
"Um," he said, and the front door slammed open.
"We're back!"
A flash of frustration swept through Woohyun's features before he tilted his head back to greet the members. Sunggyu did likewise. "What's for dinner?"
"Underwear on the floor! Who's been stripping?"
Dinner was a boisterous affair. After doling out the washing up duties (Sungjong) and pushing the duty of cleaning the place up to the nearest victim (Dongwoo), Sunggyu quietly escaped to the privacy of his room, though not very private anymore, if the recent episodes of Sesame Player were anything to go by.
He was just popping his pills into his mouth when Woohyun opened the door.
"Why do you always blow on them?"
"What?" Sunggyu gurgled through a mouthful of water.
"On your pills."
"I..." Sunggyu looked down at his medication, scattered across the floor. "I don't know. Childhood habit, I guess."
Woohyun sat down next to him, knocking knees. "Thought you could blow the germs away, didn't you?"
"I was only a kid," Sunggyu said defensively.
"A stupid one."
"Weren't we all?"
"No; just you. I was a pretty intelligent child, if I do say so myself."
Sunggyu turned to Woohyun, fully intending on punching him for being such a dick. But Woohyun had beat him to the punch, body tilted to Sunggyu, eyes dark and swimming with intentions that had probably never seen the light of the day. It felt like a sucker punch to the groin. Woohyun leaned in.
Sunggyu turned away.
Woohyun cleared his throat and got up from the mattress, opening a drawer that Sunggyu knew from many early morning accidental openings was full of facial products. He kept his medication as Woohyun went through his usual night routine, and collapsed unceremoniously on his bed. The prospect of spending the night with Woohyun, the novelty of which should have worn off a long time ago, filled his stomach with stray nerves.
Routine had Woohyun turning off the lights and sliding into his bed, the noises as familiar as old clothes. Sunggyu closed his eyes and waited for the night to silence his thoughts.
"Not to be obnoxious --" Woohyun said.
Sunggyu snorted. Obnoxiousness was to Woohyun the need for survive for predators.
"-- want to talk about it?"
"What?"
"The other night. You know. The one on which you exhibited the best display of hypocrisy I'd ever seen."
Sunggyu tried to ignore the jab, but it didn't go without a fight. Rolling around, he combed through the darkness for Woohyun's eyes, wishing for a bit of moonlight. He made out the outline of Woohyun's body, laid flat on his back; a convenient tactic used mostly to avoid eye contact.
"Look at me," Sunggyu said.
There was a palpable shift in the air, like something had passed between them that Sunggyu wasn't aware of. Woohyun rolled around easily and almost too casually, and all of a sudden he was too close. Sunggyu could feel his minty breath on his face, cool with every exhale. He could feel every wave of heat that passed between their bodies, creeping through Sunggyu's clothes and skin and building up like a developing monster in the pit of his stomach.
Sunggyu couldn't find in himself the will to pull away.
"What happened that night," Sunggyu said slowly, and was surprised by the tremor in his voice.
Woohyun moved closer, legs shifting. His toes touched Sunggyu's bare feet, sparking off a startling tingle of arousal and something worse. Anticipation.
What happened that night, Sunggyu meant to say, didn't happen. I won't do it again. Meaning all sorts of things -- the infringement of the long-abided rule of zero tolerance for excessive drinking, and the words passed between him and Woohyun, and his anger.
But he said nothing.
"What happened that night was an important turning point for me," Woohyun said, hushed and carefully enunciated.
Woohyun's legs moved closer still, his toes flush against the skin of Sunggyu's ankles, his right knee pressing against Sunggyu's left. A distinct frisson of pleasure danced up Sunggyu's leg. He chanced a glance into Woohyun's eyes, but they were focused somewhere else. His forehead. Yeah.
"What did I say?" Sunggyu asked finally, when the silence between them stretched on. An overused but effectively safe method: play safe and pretend not to know anything.
"You told me you wanted me," Woohyun said, something devilish inching into the tone of his voice. "You tried to kiss me."
Stupid boy. He'd almost forgotten how manipulative Woohyun could be.
Woohyun's fingers spread out on the mattress between the both of them, palm flat on the sheets. His fingertips brushed Sunggyu's shirt, but not with enough strength to make creases.
He didn't have the slightest idea what game Woohyun was playing at. Woohyun wanted him, and he wanted Woohyun, but somehow they'd ended up playing by a set of rules they'd made up as they went along, existential only to them.
"You're lying," Sunggyu said.
"You shouldn't have asked in the first place."
Despite the strange atmosphere, Sunggyu spread his fingers too, fitting them in the spaces Woohyun's fingers made on the mattress. A small gesture, and yet Woohyun tensed, poised to strike or run. Sunggyu wasn't very sure.
"We shouldn't be talking about things like this," Sunggyu said. "It's dangerous."
If Woohyun tensed any further, he would spontaneously invoke a stroke. "We're WooGyu," he said, like it was self-explanatory. He supposed it was. "If we tell the fans that we talk about dangerous things," Woohyun made air quotations with his fingers, "They'll go mad with elation."
Any idol who'd signed their contracts knew what they were getting themselves into. Sunggyu was perfectly prepared to play gay, but give it another title and he could soon be watching his future swirl down the metaphorical drain of failures.
Woohyun's toes were back, cold as the night air. Sunggyu held back a shiver, stopping it right as it raised the hairs on his arms. Woohyun's eyes had dropped to their fingers, a crease forming between his brows as he studied them. Sunggyu joined him in his game of compare and contrast. Woohyun's nails were long and immaculate, somewhat elegant for a man's hand, while Sunggyu's fingers had an odd bend to it. If he stared carefully he could make out a stray pulse in his ring finger, beating minutely under his skin. Odd.
"What are you saying?" Sunggyu asked lowly, because he had to be sure, and he had to know that Woohyun wasn't playing another one of his silly games.
Woohyun's eyes snapped back up. Sunggyu felt trapped; where did he go from here? Woohyun was breathing more rapidly now, every exhale ghosting over Sunggyu's nose in erratic puffs. He wanted to taste it.
Whoa, stop.
Woohyun's face turned conflicted. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he said, and moved away, bringing with him his warmth and his fingers. The pulse in Sunggyu's finger stopped. Turning around, Woohyun let out a barely audible sigh, burying his hands in his hair. Sunggyu just watched, feeling like a ship struck by a storm.
Infinite won when he least expected it.
Sunggyu and Woohyun barely spoke to each other after that night. Tension reigned in subsequent dance practices, and Woohyun stayed back more often than not, so much so that Sunggyu barely saw him at night despite the room they shared. Woohyun stuck to Dongwoo's side, and if the lack of Woohyun related sightings didn't do it, the distinct absence of Woohyun's derogatory remarks definitely made Sunggyu realise just how much of a mutually dependant relationship he had with Woohyun.
At first he'd pretending like nothing was wrong, but it became so much of an emotional struggle that he gave up. It was no fun fighting a losing battle.
Sunggyu was tallying Infinite’s votes in his mind, 3430 plus 1000 gives him 4430, add that to 1500, but the numbers were moving faster than his brain could process, and it wasn't possible anyway, not with the other two contestants scoring such high votes, it wasn't -- and yet.
The raw feeling writhing in his stomach told him he wasn't imagining it, and before he could properly come to terms with the idea that they'd won, he was bending down in a deep bow by force of habit, and Dongwoo had just burst into tears. Then it struck him, like a train hurtling straight for him, that they were first, and those long years of struggles and obstacles and tears were finally worth it. They were worth it.
Before he knew it, a microphone was thrust into his hand. He spoke blindly. Five minutes later, he couldn't remember a word he'd said.
The ride back comprised primarily of loud, raucous laughter and delighted reminiscing that he felt was enough to carry him through the next decade. Even the managers were vibrating with pride. Woohyun, that little shit, was laughing louder than everyone else, his grin far too wide to be sane.
It took many threats to get everyone in bed, and even then Sunggyu couldn't stop smiling, so his threats lost most of their authority. Finally, at long last, they retreated back to their rooms. When Sunggyu entered his, Woohyun was already sleeping, curled up on his side. He gave Woohyun a soft smile, even as a small pang of disappointment registered.
No. He wouldn't let Woohyun dampen his spirits. Woohyun could sulk in his one-sided war for as long as he wanted to, Sunggyu thought with unwarranted malice.
Feeling oddly miffed, Sunggyu turned off the light and went to bed.
"Hyung," Woohyun said, prodding Sunggyu somewhere on the body, and it was way too early for this, what was that irritating voice -- Oh. Was that water? Fantastic. Why was there water on his face? Why was Woohyun even talking to him? Why did it feel so cold --
"I am going to kill you," Sunggyu muttered. He would say something more threatening, but that required a certain degree of coherency and Sunggyu's tongue was having difficulties with that.
"Terrifying." Woohyun said lightly.
"What time is it?"
"Time to wake up."
"Did you pour water on me?" Sunggyu opened his eyes, blinking away droplets of water.
"No, I just happened to spill a bucket of water on -- okay, okay, I'm sorry!"
Sunggyu closed his eyes again, wiping his face on his sleeve. "For that you'll give me another five minutes of sleep," he said, his words tilting up in a yawn. Rolling around, he checked his watch, and --
"It's only 2AM, damn it," Sunggyu snapped, irritation a heavy rush of blood in his ears. He turned around to give Woohyun his best attempt at a glare, but he'd barely made a concentrated effort when he saw his face. Woohyun looked like a tragedy that had already happened.
"I think," Woohyun blurted, scooting down to be on face level with Sunggyu, and he wasn't even on his bed anymore, sprawled out instead on Sunggyu's bed. "I think we're on the wrong track."
Sunggyu hesitated, before saying, "You're talking to me."
This person wearing Woohyun's face talked like Woohyun talked and frowned like Woohyun frowned, but there was something fundamentally different about him. He obviously had no sense of personal space. It wasn't just that; he sounded raw and tentative. His voice rang with doubt.
"I just, I think, it's not like you think it is. I, um," Woohyun slipped a hand under Sunggyu's pillowcase and gripped it. Sunggyu shifted his head uncomfortably. "It's been weird."
Sunggyu sat up, uncapping the bottle of mineral water he kept beside him as he did so. He gulped down a mouthful of water. There, now his mouth tasted better. "Your observational skills amaze me," he said.
"Remember that night when you got drunk and told me you were attracted to me?" Woohyun didn't wait for Sunggyu to answer, sitting up as well. "I didn't know what to do. What would you do if the person you might be in love with told you he was attracted to you? Under these circumstances, in this world of rules and regulations and what's stepping out of line and what's not, it's highly unlikely that a relationship would work out. But you're attracted to me, aren't you? And I, I've been in, I like you. It's been a long time. I --" Woohyun faltered, wetting his lips. "I trust you."
The dwelling monster in Sunggyu's stomach sprang back to life, mixing desire with disbelief. Outside, thunder rumbled. Woohyun reached up and wiped a stray droplet of water off Sunggyu's face.
Sunggyu would make some sort of reply, but that required input from his brain and his brain wasn't up to the task just yet. Instead, he caught Woohyun's hand just as it was slipping down his cheek, perhaps with a little more force than necessary. Woohyun's eyes flickered from his hand to Sunggyu's lips, and Sunggyu didn't know if he was waiting for a response or if he was thinking about... other things.
A clench of desire grasped Sunggyu's senses, overriding all semi-coherent thoughts. Anticipation danced back and forth between them, lending Sunggyu butterflies in his stomach and Woohyun a red tinge to his ears.
Sunggyu wanted to slide his fingers around the nape of Woohyun's neck, maybe press a knee between Woohyun's thighs and push him back down on the bed. Just yesterday he'd firmly believed their relationship was heading right for the dumps, but here there were, quickly spiralling into mutual romantic feelings for each other.
Woohyun's hand twisted to sink cleanly between the spaces of Sunggyu's fingers. He shifted nearer, foot nudging Sunggyu's knee playfully, even though his eyes told a completely different story. At this proximity, Sunggyu could see how nervous Woohyun was. Before Sunggyu's voice abandoned him completely, he croaked, not at all attractively, "You're an idiot."
Woohyun's face twisted into a wholly unfamiliar expression of uncertainty, but before he could lean away, Sunggyu curled his free hand around Woohyun's ear, pulling at the wisps of hair there. Due to a spectacular lapse in his aim, Sunggyu's lips landed on the corner of Woohyun's mouth, just shy of his lips. Woohyun inhaled so sharply he almost choked, and Sunggyu brought his lips away, trying to arrange his features into something resembling dignity.
Their breaths tangled together during a short moment of suspense. There was another boom of thunder, ground-shakingly loud, and then Woohyun was gripping the front of Sunggyu's shirt with his fist and locking their mouths together. The kiss was tentative and desperate, a mixture of emotions rocking through Sunggyu, and Woohyun really needed to let go of his shirt unless he wanted Sunggyu's sexual drive to take over completely. He, oh, that felt good, yeah.
Sunggyu opened his mouth breathlessly, bringing Woohyun's lips with his so that their tongues met halfway through, wet and completely real. He tasted chocolate and something slightly minty, and even though he should, he couldn't give a damn about the calories the chocolate came with, especially not when Woohyun was doing that thing with his tongue, which felt really, really, painfully illegal.
They kissed until breathing felt like an afterthought and Sunggyu's head swam, blood surging south. Sunggyu sank his teeth on Woohyun's bottom lip lightly, just to see how he would react. Woohyun opened his eyes, and Sunggyu nearly went cross-eyed trying to observe him. His pupils were blown wide, eyelashes just short of brushing against Sunggyu's.
"You taste good," Woohyun said, drawing away.
"You've been eating chocolate."
Woohyun crooked an eyebrow at him. "Going to punish me for it?"
Sunggyu laughed softly. "Maybe." Thunder rolled again. Tangling his fingers in Woohyun's hair, he leaned in for another kiss. Woohyun obliged, licking Sunggyu's bottom lip, and well, shit. Any remaining modicum of control disappeared straight down the path his sanity had taken a while ago, and he took his hand from Woohyun's to push him back down on the bed.
Woohyun, however, was having none of that. Turning the tables, he shoved Sunggyu back, nose bumping painfully into Sunggyu's as he did so.
"Respect, where is it," Sunggyu muttered breathlessly, watching as Woohyun settled himself on top of him, lining his torso along Sunggyu's and pressing his thighs against his. He shuddered at the press of bare skin as his shorts rode up.
Woohyun quirked his lips in a form of a grin and a smirk. "You get me so hot for you, hyung," he whispered, lips brushing softly against Sunggyu's mouth.
"Oh my god," Sunggyu groaned, pushing Woohyun off. Woohyun made a displeased noise and rolled over. "Thanks for completely ruining the moment."
Woohyun's expression bordered between offended and embarrassed. "Dirty talking isn't exactly a forte of mine," he allowed. Sunggyu watched in fascination as Woohyun’s ears turned a violent shade of red, completely belying his nonchalance.
"We should go to bed," Sunggyu said.
"Gladly."
"To sleep."
Woohyun's arms snuck around Sunggyu's middle, locking him into his embrace by clasping his hands together. "Tease," he said into Sunggyu's ear.
Sunggyu struggled against Woohyun's arms for a moment, amused though he was. "There aren't any cameras around, you don't have to be so touchy," he complained.
"I'm a naturally touchy person."
"If I wake up with a sore back, you're going to massage it for me."
Woohyun snorted and hooked his foot over Sunggyu's ankle. "Good night."
"Yeah, you too."
You might want to protect your teeth while you're at it, because the cheese in here is unforgivably epic in proportions.
ETA: Tension Comes In All Forms is now a prequel to The First Step to Acceptance.
Title: Tension Comes In All Forms
Pairing: Sunggyu/Woohyun
Rating: R for mildly sexually suggestive themes
Word Count: 4800
Summary: Sunggyu gets phenomenally drunk and still has the presence of mind to screw his life up, while Woohyun deals primarily with sexual frustration.
Shit. Sunggyu shifted to the right, the left, and the right again. He crossed his legs. Make that a double shit.
"I don't see why they had to make the girl cry," Woohyun commented by his side, towelling his hair dry. The scent of Woohyun's shampoo, although essentially shared by everyone else, tickled Sunggyu's nose. He could smell the soap off Woohyun, clean and fresh, an attack to his senses. Out of the corner of his eye, Sunggyu made out the odd water droplet sticking stubbornly to Woohyun's chest, gleaming in the moving light of the TV screen. Sunggyu made a concentrated effort to return his attention to the TV.
"-- a little unnecessary."
Sunggyu inhaled. He exhaled. He tried to breathe through his mouth. "What?"
By then, Woohyun had already lost all interest in making conversation. He changed his position on the floor, leaning his back against Sunggyu's side and letting his head roll back to rest on Sunggyu's shoulder. Sunggyu moved his arm to drape it across Woohyun's shoulders to make things more comfortable, and Woohyun rubbed his cheek against Sunggyu's shirt, arm curling around Sunggyu's waist.
Aside from the noises of the movie, the ensuing silence between the both of them was agonising. Interest settled low in Sunggyu's stomach as he caught glimpses of naked skin, damp and hot. The skin of Woohyun's shoulders was like fire to ice, heat seeping into the skin of Sunggyu's arm. He desperately needed to get away and couldn't, because Woohyun, Woohyun in his pajama bottoms and nothing else, had conveniently decided that Sunggyu needed a dead weight by his side. Sunggyu felt arousal stir beneath his belly again, and stopped his train of thought right in its tracks.
He couldn't even watch his movie in peace.
Woohyun moved his head, and Sunggyu caught his gaze from his periphery. "Isn't this sweet? You and I, watching a movie. A sad replacement for a cinema, but that's what being famous will do to us, right? Given the circumstances." Woohyun huffed out a short laugh. "It's kind of pathetic."
See, here's the deal. A few days ago, Sunggyu had, in a moment of complete idiocy, gotten phenomenally drunk on a few bottles of soju. It wasn't his fault -- one bottle lead to another, and another, and another, and the next thing he knew, Woohyun had snatched up the last few remaining bottles and was making far too much of a ruckus to be decent at that time of the night. The members had been mad at him, he'd been mad at himself, the whole world had gone insane with anger, and really, Sunggyu just hadn't wanted to be held responsible for the group, not when everyone refused to lift their feet during practice, not when Howon had made his loud, dramatic exit out of the practice room, and especially not when Woohyun had given him that look of drained resignation.
No. Sunggyu loved Infinite, but he hated the industry. Maybe hate was too strong a word. In any case, Woohyun was there, and anger had been dwelling like a monster in the pit of his stomach, and the next coherent thought Sunggyu had was fuck this and his fist had met the wall with a resounding crack.
Needless to say, Woohyun was aghast.
A moment later, Woohyun had brought out the First Aid Kit, and perhaps it just went to show how much of a pathetic excuse of a leader Sunggyu was that he wasn't even aware that there was one in the kitchen. Despite his protests, feeble in its essence, Woohyun started to clean Sunggyu's knuckles from his blood. Sunggyu stared at Woohyun's nimble fingers and traced the ever-changing veins of his hands with his eyes, the anger inside morphing into a dangerous creature, perhaps more treacherous than anger itself for its sheer wrongness.
He would blame the adrenaline running through his system for his erratic heartbeat, and the alcohol for the struggle to make his breathing resemble anything normal, but internally Sunggyu knew that this strange creature hadn't merely popped into existence. Internally, Sunggyu knew that his attachment and, to be completely honest with himself, attraction to the boy wasn't something of a passing stage of sexual orientation. Internally, Sunggyu couldn't blame the adrenaline or alcohol for the words that escaped his mouth like trapped birds out of a cage. Four words; straightforward and blunt.
"I'm attracted to you," he said, not 'I like you' or 'I might have a crush on you'. Because nothing was wrong with appreciating both genders on a completely physical level. Woohyun had, over the recent weeks, built far more muscles than Sunggyu could successfully ignore, and even before that Sunggyu couldn't seem to stop his eyes from tracing the line of Woohyun's jaw or lips as they curved into a smile, or even his shoulders as they heaved from exhaustion.
Woohyun had to work very hard to look even the slightest bit unappealing.
Woohyun only grinned, but Sunggyu had already seen. The way Woohyun's fingers trembled in bandaging his knuckles told a completely different story. "That's good," Woohyun said flippantly, like he was paid comments like this every day, which wasn't too far from the truth. "I am, too."
Woohyun left Sunggyu, heart beating out of his chest, and washed his hands, putting the kit away. "I'm going to sleep," Woohyun said. Sunggyu detected a slight waver in his voice, but perhaps that was his muddled, alcohol-laden senses at work.
And now Woohyun was pressed against Sunggyu's side, waxing poetic about how pathetic their lives were, and all Sunggyu's brain had the ability to do was replay Woohyun's words repeatedly. You and I, watching a movie. You and I, watching a movie. You and I, watching a movie. You and I --
"Hm, yeah," Sunggyu said. He cleared his throat silently and hoped Woohyun couldn't feel his Adam's apple bobbing.
"Have you bathed yet?"
Sunggyu's gaze snapped to his left. Woohyun was looking at him, one leg stretched out and the other curled up underneath him. He watched, half-mesmerised, as the colours of the TV screen played against the contours of Woohyun's abdominal muscles, dipping into his navel --
Stop.
Woohyun was still looking at him. Right. An answer.
"Nope," Sunggyu said, keeping his voice as controlled as possible.
"Maybe you should." Woohyun paused, a tiny grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "You stink."
"I do not."
"You can't smell it because you're the one smelling, idiot."
"Hey!"
"Go bathe."
"As you wish, your majesty," Sunggyu said, injecting as much sarcasm in his voice as he possibly could and getting up. Woohyun, caught off guard, hit the floor with a muffled thud.
"I hate you," Woohyun said, not moving.
Throwing a grin over his shoulder, Sunggyu entered the bathroom. Water vapour clung to his skin. The mirror was still foggy from Woohyun's time in the bathroom, and Sunggyu had to will the images of Woohyun bathing away before he did a few things he'd probably regret doing later.
Stepping into the shower, Sunggyu winced as the shower's spray, still hot, hit his skin.
Straightforward as it was, Woohyun's confession that he was attracted to him too still seemed, for lack of a better word, peculiar. Was he serious? Was Sunggyu's alcohol-addled brain imagining things? He couldn't have, because Sunggyu could distinctly recall the tremor in Woohyun's fingers as he bandaged his knuckles and the overtly casual tone of his voice. Was this a mutual attraction, then? If so, what did that make them? Where did it leave them?
Quite frankly, Sunggyu's life consisted of too many questions and not enough answers. Maybe he was over-analysing things. Sunggyu lathered himself in soap, hesitating as his hand crept downwards. He could still feel the heat of Woohyun's back seeping through his clothes and clinging to his skin. He could still smell Woohyun, a clean and masculine sort of scent.
After a moment of deliberation, Sunggyu quickly washed the soap off, grabbing a dry towel off the towel rack and wiping himself down. These days, they couldn't care less about who used whose towel; it was a miracle to even have a dry towel waiting to be used.
Tugging on a shirt and a pair of loose grey pants, Sunggyu left the bathroom, draping the wet towel on the towel rack as he did so. Woohyun was lying on his belly, sifting through piles of fan mail and haphazardly discarding the read ones all over the room.
"Do you want to turn this place into a garbage dump next?" Sunggyu asked.
"Heads up," Woohyun said, throwing a parcel at him. Sunggyu ducked and winced as the parcel hit the wall behind him.
"What's this?" Sunggyu asked as he picked it off the floor. It looked innocuous enough, wrapped in pink, flowery wrapping paper that smelled suspiciously like flowers. Sunggyu took a whiff of it and promptly sneezed.
"I don't know," Woohyun said, still deeply focused on reading his fan letter. Something suspicious was going on. Woohyun never took such great pains in reading through his letters.
"As long as it's not an explosive," Sunggyu said, watching Woohyun carefully. Was this a hidden camera? It was definitely a hidden camera. Only a hidden camera would serve as enough of an incentive for Woohyun to look so... innocent. Sunggyu cast suspicious glances around the room.
Woohyun didn't move.
Sunggyu sat down next to Woohyun, as close as possible. If the parcel was an explosive, then Woohyun would get the brunt of it, Sunggyu would make sure of that. Woohyun still didn't budge. Instead he picked another envelope of the floor and opened it.
Not an explosive then.
Before Sunggyu could untie the ribbon holding the wrapping paper in place, Woohyun leaned up on his elbows and pressed his face against the dip between Sunggyu's hip and thigh, inhaling loudly.
"Mm," he said appreciatively. "You smell good."
Metaphorical alarm bells went off everywhere.
Completely forgetting about hidden cameras and explosives, Sunggyu focused all his attention on keeping the parcel in his hands, where they threatened to invoke a stroke for all the tension going on. Calm down. He ripped the wrapping paper off the box, opened the lid, took one look at its contents, and promptly forgot all about Woohyun's face in his thigh.
"Underwear!" Woohyun cried, lifting his face from where it rested.
"Why," Sunggyu said.
"Orange underwear!"
"Why is there a picture of my face on --"
"I think it would look lovely on you," Woohyun interrupted.
"I'm throwing this away."
"What? No, I'll keep it for you."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Do I look like I'm out of my mind?"
"I think you look like an idiot," Sunggyu said decisively. Relinquishing all facades of maturity, he threw the ridiculously coloured underwear against the wall.
"That's too bad, because I think you look hot," Woohyun said.
Sunggyu's brain screeched to a halt.
"You really need to stop doing that," Sunggyu said.
"What?"
"Being inappropriate at inappropriate times."
"So..." Woohyun gave Sunggyu a look, one a child would use to confront a jar of cookies. "You'd consider this situation inappropriate?"
Sunggyu would have to be a fucking robot to ignore Woohyun's blatant advances. Woohyun rolled around so that he was looking up at Sunggyu from his lap, and if this didn't blow past the highest level of inappropriateness one could have in a platonic friendship, Sunggyu didn't know what could.
"Um," he said, and the front door slammed open.
"We're back!"
A flash of frustration swept through Woohyun's features before he tilted his head back to greet the members. Sunggyu did likewise. "What's for dinner?"
"Underwear on the floor! Who's been stripping?"
Dinner was a boisterous affair. After doling out the washing up duties (Sungjong) and pushing the duty of cleaning the place up to the nearest victim (Dongwoo), Sunggyu quietly escaped to the privacy of his room, though not very private anymore, if the recent episodes of Sesame Player were anything to go by.
He was just popping his pills into his mouth when Woohyun opened the door.
"Why do you always blow on them?"
"What?" Sunggyu gurgled through a mouthful of water.
"On your pills."
"I..." Sunggyu looked down at his medication, scattered across the floor. "I don't know. Childhood habit, I guess."
Woohyun sat down next to him, knocking knees. "Thought you could blow the germs away, didn't you?"
"I was only a kid," Sunggyu said defensively.
"A stupid one."
"Weren't we all?"
"No; just you. I was a pretty intelligent child, if I do say so myself."
Sunggyu turned to Woohyun, fully intending on punching him for being such a dick. But Woohyun had beat him to the punch, body tilted to Sunggyu, eyes dark and swimming with intentions that had probably never seen the light of the day. It felt like a sucker punch to the groin. Woohyun leaned in.
Sunggyu turned away.
Woohyun cleared his throat and got up from the mattress, opening a drawer that Sunggyu knew from many early morning accidental openings was full of facial products. He kept his medication as Woohyun went through his usual night routine, and collapsed unceremoniously on his bed. The prospect of spending the night with Woohyun, the novelty of which should have worn off a long time ago, filled his stomach with stray nerves.
Routine had Woohyun turning off the lights and sliding into his bed, the noises as familiar as old clothes. Sunggyu closed his eyes and waited for the night to silence his thoughts.
"Not to be obnoxious --" Woohyun said.
Sunggyu snorted. Obnoxiousness was to Woohyun the need for survive for predators.
"-- want to talk about it?"
"What?"
"The other night. You know. The one on which you exhibited the best display of hypocrisy I'd ever seen."
Sunggyu tried to ignore the jab, but it didn't go without a fight. Rolling around, he combed through the darkness for Woohyun's eyes, wishing for a bit of moonlight. He made out the outline of Woohyun's body, laid flat on his back; a convenient tactic used mostly to avoid eye contact.
"Look at me," Sunggyu said.
There was a palpable shift in the air, like something had passed between them that Sunggyu wasn't aware of. Woohyun rolled around easily and almost too casually, and all of a sudden he was too close. Sunggyu could feel his minty breath on his face, cool with every exhale. He could feel every wave of heat that passed between their bodies, creeping through Sunggyu's clothes and skin and building up like a developing monster in the pit of his stomach.
Sunggyu couldn't find in himself the will to pull away.
"What happened that night," Sunggyu said slowly, and was surprised by the tremor in his voice.
Woohyun moved closer, legs shifting. His toes touched Sunggyu's bare feet, sparking off a startling tingle of arousal and something worse. Anticipation.
What happened that night, Sunggyu meant to say, didn't happen. I won't do it again. Meaning all sorts of things -- the infringement of the long-abided rule of zero tolerance for excessive drinking, and the words passed between him and Woohyun, and his anger.
But he said nothing.
"What happened that night was an important turning point for me," Woohyun said, hushed and carefully enunciated.
Woohyun's legs moved closer still, his toes flush against the skin of Sunggyu's ankles, his right knee pressing against Sunggyu's left. A distinct frisson of pleasure danced up Sunggyu's leg. He chanced a glance into Woohyun's eyes, but they were focused somewhere else. His forehead. Yeah.
"What did I say?" Sunggyu asked finally, when the silence between them stretched on. An overused but effectively safe method: play safe and pretend not to know anything.
"You told me you wanted me," Woohyun said, something devilish inching into the tone of his voice. "You tried to kiss me."
Stupid boy. He'd almost forgotten how manipulative Woohyun could be.
Woohyun's fingers spread out on the mattress between the both of them, palm flat on the sheets. His fingertips brushed Sunggyu's shirt, but not with enough strength to make creases.
He didn't have the slightest idea what game Woohyun was playing at. Woohyun wanted him, and he wanted Woohyun, but somehow they'd ended up playing by a set of rules they'd made up as they went along, existential only to them.
"You're lying," Sunggyu said.
"You shouldn't have asked in the first place."
Despite the strange atmosphere, Sunggyu spread his fingers too, fitting them in the spaces Woohyun's fingers made on the mattress. A small gesture, and yet Woohyun tensed, poised to strike or run. Sunggyu wasn't very sure.
"We shouldn't be talking about things like this," Sunggyu said. "It's dangerous."
If Woohyun tensed any further, he would spontaneously invoke a stroke. "We're WooGyu," he said, like it was self-explanatory. He supposed it was. "If we tell the fans that we talk about dangerous things," Woohyun made air quotations with his fingers, "They'll go mad with elation."
Any idol who'd signed their contracts knew what they were getting themselves into. Sunggyu was perfectly prepared to play gay, but give it another title and he could soon be watching his future swirl down the metaphorical drain of failures.
Woohyun's toes were back, cold as the night air. Sunggyu held back a shiver, stopping it right as it raised the hairs on his arms. Woohyun's eyes had dropped to their fingers, a crease forming between his brows as he studied them. Sunggyu joined him in his game of compare and contrast. Woohyun's nails were long and immaculate, somewhat elegant for a man's hand, while Sunggyu's fingers had an odd bend to it. If he stared carefully he could make out a stray pulse in his ring finger, beating minutely under his skin. Odd.
"What are you saying?" Sunggyu asked lowly, because he had to be sure, and he had to know that Woohyun wasn't playing another one of his silly games.
Woohyun's eyes snapped back up. Sunggyu felt trapped; where did he go from here? Woohyun was breathing more rapidly now, every exhale ghosting over Sunggyu's nose in erratic puffs. He wanted to taste it.
Whoa, stop.
Woohyun's face turned conflicted. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," he said, and moved away, bringing with him his warmth and his fingers. The pulse in Sunggyu's finger stopped. Turning around, Woohyun let out a barely audible sigh, burying his hands in his hair. Sunggyu just watched, feeling like a ship struck by a storm.
Infinite won when he least expected it.
Sunggyu and Woohyun barely spoke to each other after that night. Tension reigned in subsequent dance practices, and Woohyun stayed back more often than not, so much so that Sunggyu barely saw him at night despite the room they shared. Woohyun stuck to Dongwoo's side, and if the lack of Woohyun related sightings didn't do it, the distinct absence of Woohyun's derogatory remarks definitely made Sunggyu realise just how much of a mutually dependant relationship he had with Woohyun.
At first he'd pretending like nothing was wrong, but it became so much of an emotional struggle that he gave up. It was no fun fighting a losing battle.
Sunggyu was tallying Infinite’s votes in his mind, 3430 plus 1000 gives him 4430, add that to 1500, but the numbers were moving faster than his brain could process, and it wasn't possible anyway, not with the other two contestants scoring such high votes, it wasn't -- and yet.
The raw feeling writhing in his stomach told him he wasn't imagining it, and before he could properly come to terms with the idea that they'd won, he was bending down in a deep bow by force of habit, and Dongwoo had just burst into tears. Then it struck him, like a train hurtling straight for him, that they were first, and those long years of struggles and obstacles and tears were finally worth it. They were worth it.
Before he knew it, a microphone was thrust into his hand. He spoke blindly. Five minutes later, he couldn't remember a word he'd said.
The ride back comprised primarily of loud, raucous laughter and delighted reminiscing that he felt was enough to carry him through the next decade. Even the managers were vibrating with pride. Woohyun, that little shit, was laughing louder than everyone else, his grin far too wide to be sane.
It took many threats to get everyone in bed, and even then Sunggyu couldn't stop smiling, so his threats lost most of their authority. Finally, at long last, they retreated back to their rooms. When Sunggyu entered his, Woohyun was already sleeping, curled up on his side. He gave Woohyun a soft smile, even as a small pang of disappointment registered.
No. He wouldn't let Woohyun dampen his spirits. Woohyun could sulk in his one-sided war for as long as he wanted to, Sunggyu thought with unwarranted malice.
Feeling oddly miffed, Sunggyu turned off the light and went to bed.
"Hyung," Woohyun said, prodding Sunggyu somewhere on the body, and it was way too early for this, what was that irritating voice -- Oh. Was that water? Fantastic. Why was there water on his face? Why was Woohyun even talking to him? Why did it feel so cold --
"I am going to kill you," Sunggyu muttered. He would say something more threatening, but that required a certain degree of coherency and Sunggyu's tongue was having difficulties with that.
"Terrifying." Woohyun said lightly.
"What time is it?"
"Time to wake up."
"Did you pour water on me?" Sunggyu opened his eyes, blinking away droplets of water.
"No, I just happened to spill a bucket of water on -- okay, okay, I'm sorry!"
Sunggyu closed his eyes again, wiping his face on his sleeve. "For that you'll give me another five minutes of sleep," he said, his words tilting up in a yawn. Rolling around, he checked his watch, and --
"It's only 2AM, damn it," Sunggyu snapped, irritation a heavy rush of blood in his ears. He turned around to give Woohyun his best attempt at a glare, but he'd barely made a concentrated effort when he saw his face. Woohyun looked like a tragedy that had already happened.
"I think," Woohyun blurted, scooting down to be on face level with Sunggyu, and he wasn't even on his bed anymore, sprawled out instead on Sunggyu's bed. "I think we're on the wrong track."
Sunggyu hesitated, before saying, "You're talking to me."
This person wearing Woohyun's face talked like Woohyun talked and frowned like Woohyun frowned, but there was something fundamentally different about him. He obviously had no sense of personal space. It wasn't just that; he sounded raw and tentative. His voice rang with doubt.
"I just, I think, it's not like you think it is. I, um," Woohyun slipped a hand under Sunggyu's pillowcase and gripped it. Sunggyu shifted his head uncomfortably. "It's been weird."
Sunggyu sat up, uncapping the bottle of mineral water he kept beside him as he did so. He gulped down a mouthful of water. There, now his mouth tasted better. "Your observational skills amaze me," he said.
"Remember that night when you got drunk and told me you were attracted to me?" Woohyun didn't wait for Sunggyu to answer, sitting up as well. "I didn't know what to do. What would you do if the person you might be in love with told you he was attracted to you? Under these circumstances, in this world of rules and regulations and what's stepping out of line and what's not, it's highly unlikely that a relationship would work out. But you're attracted to me, aren't you? And I, I've been in, I like you. It's been a long time. I --" Woohyun faltered, wetting his lips. "I trust you."
The dwelling monster in Sunggyu's stomach sprang back to life, mixing desire with disbelief. Outside, thunder rumbled. Woohyun reached up and wiped a stray droplet of water off Sunggyu's face.
Sunggyu would make some sort of reply, but that required input from his brain and his brain wasn't up to the task just yet. Instead, he caught Woohyun's hand just as it was slipping down his cheek, perhaps with a little more force than necessary. Woohyun's eyes flickered from his hand to Sunggyu's lips, and Sunggyu didn't know if he was waiting for a response or if he was thinking about... other things.
A clench of desire grasped Sunggyu's senses, overriding all semi-coherent thoughts. Anticipation danced back and forth between them, lending Sunggyu butterflies in his stomach and Woohyun a red tinge to his ears.
Sunggyu wanted to slide his fingers around the nape of Woohyun's neck, maybe press a knee between Woohyun's thighs and push him back down on the bed. Just yesterday he'd firmly believed their relationship was heading right for the dumps, but here there were, quickly spiralling into mutual romantic feelings for each other.
Woohyun's hand twisted to sink cleanly between the spaces of Sunggyu's fingers. He shifted nearer, foot nudging Sunggyu's knee playfully, even though his eyes told a completely different story. At this proximity, Sunggyu could see how nervous Woohyun was. Before Sunggyu's voice abandoned him completely, he croaked, not at all attractively, "You're an idiot."
Woohyun's face twisted into a wholly unfamiliar expression of uncertainty, but before he could lean away, Sunggyu curled his free hand around Woohyun's ear, pulling at the wisps of hair there. Due to a spectacular lapse in his aim, Sunggyu's lips landed on the corner of Woohyun's mouth, just shy of his lips. Woohyun inhaled so sharply he almost choked, and Sunggyu brought his lips away, trying to arrange his features into something resembling dignity.
Their breaths tangled together during a short moment of suspense. There was another boom of thunder, ground-shakingly loud, and then Woohyun was gripping the front of Sunggyu's shirt with his fist and locking their mouths together. The kiss was tentative and desperate, a mixture of emotions rocking through Sunggyu, and Woohyun really needed to let go of his shirt unless he wanted Sunggyu's sexual drive to take over completely. He, oh, that felt good, yeah.
Sunggyu opened his mouth breathlessly, bringing Woohyun's lips with his so that their tongues met halfway through, wet and completely real. He tasted chocolate and something slightly minty, and even though he should, he couldn't give a damn about the calories the chocolate came with, especially not when Woohyun was doing that thing with his tongue, which felt really, really, painfully illegal.
They kissed until breathing felt like an afterthought and Sunggyu's head swam, blood surging south. Sunggyu sank his teeth on Woohyun's bottom lip lightly, just to see how he would react. Woohyun opened his eyes, and Sunggyu nearly went cross-eyed trying to observe him. His pupils were blown wide, eyelashes just short of brushing against Sunggyu's.
"You taste good," Woohyun said, drawing away.
"You've been eating chocolate."
Woohyun crooked an eyebrow at him. "Going to punish me for it?"
Sunggyu laughed softly. "Maybe." Thunder rolled again. Tangling his fingers in Woohyun's hair, he leaned in for another kiss. Woohyun obliged, licking Sunggyu's bottom lip, and well, shit. Any remaining modicum of control disappeared straight down the path his sanity had taken a while ago, and he took his hand from Woohyun's to push him back down on the bed.
Woohyun, however, was having none of that. Turning the tables, he shoved Sunggyu back, nose bumping painfully into Sunggyu's as he did so.
"Respect, where is it," Sunggyu muttered breathlessly, watching as Woohyun settled himself on top of him, lining his torso along Sunggyu's and pressing his thighs against his. He shuddered at the press of bare skin as his shorts rode up.
Woohyun quirked his lips in a form of a grin and a smirk. "You get me so hot for you, hyung," he whispered, lips brushing softly against Sunggyu's mouth.
"Oh my god," Sunggyu groaned, pushing Woohyun off. Woohyun made a displeased noise and rolled over. "Thanks for completely ruining the moment."
Woohyun's expression bordered between offended and embarrassed. "Dirty talking isn't exactly a forte of mine," he allowed. Sunggyu watched in fascination as Woohyun’s ears turned a violent shade of red, completely belying his nonchalance.
"We should go to bed," Sunggyu said.
"Gladly."
"To sleep."
Woohyun's arms snuck around Sunggyu's middle, locking him into his embrace by clasping his hands together. "Tease," he said into Sunggyu's ear.
Sunggyu struggled against Woohyun's arms for a moment, amused though he was. "There aren't any cameras around, you don't have to be so touchy," he complained.
"I'm a naturally touchy person."
"If I wake up with a sore back, you're going to massage it for me."
Woohyun snorted and hooked his foot over Sunggyu's ankle. "Good night."
"Yeah, you too."