the first step to acceptance (2/2)
That night had Sunggyu walking into his room wrapped in a towel, newly escaped from its hiding spot between Sungyeol's bed and the wall, and watching in horror as Woohyun hacked into his hands, bottle of pills spilled all over the mattress and mineral water bottle in his hand -- still tightly capped.
Before Sunggyu even had time to think (and mark this, this was a rare occurrence), he was kneeling next to Woohyun and whipping the water bottle from his hands, fumbling to unscrew the cap. He nearly threw the uncapped water bottle into Woohyun's face, thinking better of it only at the very last moment and tilting it into Woohyun's open mouth instead, hand cupping Woohyun's jaw.
"Idiot," Sunggyu choked out, oddly furious, grappling with the towel that threatened to slip off his hips. "I'd rather have you wake up with a bloated face than not wake up at all."
Woohyun's throat bobbed distractingly as he swallowed the water and cleared his throat. "Thanks," he said, voice rough. "Just a pill, nothing to worry about."
Silence fell upon them like a compressing blanket of discomfort, Sunggyu shifting the towel about his hips while Woohyun dropped his gaze to the water bottle in his hands and slowly screwed the cap back on. Sunggyu moved off the bed and out of Woohyun's line of sight for lack of an appropriate approach to the situation.
"Maybe I should try blowing on my pills," Woohyun finally said, a teasing note in his voice. "Take a page or two out of your book."
Sunggyu faltered as he climbed into his pants, struggling for an adequately light-hearted response. This, in their world, meant the exchange of apologies. "Maybe your throat just doesn't have the capacity to let a pill pass without causing problems."
He turned off the lights, feeling his way to his bed and nearly tripping over Woohyun's legs in the process.
"You could help me with that," Woohyun said, rolling around on his mattress to face Sunggyu.
Sunggyu opened his mouth to ask him just how he planned on doing so -- and then he saw the look on Woohyun's face, even through the murky darkness.
"I -- what, you --" he spluttered, his ability to string words into intelligent sentences vanishing. Woohyun, screamed his brain. Blowjob, his brain went next, and --
Woohyun reached up, tugging Sunggyu's sleeve and pulling him down, and Sunggyu's brain short-circuited. Which was mainly why he didn't put up much of a fight; his brain was too busy disengaging itself from his limbs. Woohyun shifted minutely to fit between Sunggyu's elbows as Sunggyu moved over, a hand coming up to curl around the back of Sunggyu's neck. His face dissolved into an expression Sunggyu had never quite acquired the talent to read, eyes focused and sharp and altogether too intense in what little light they had as Sunggyu hovered uncertainly over him.
Then came the lull in movement, the line Sunggyu knew Woohyun was waiting for him to cross. And he wanted, oh how badly he wanted. He remembered the night they kissed, blurred over with time as memories were wont to do. He wondered if he could relive that moment again; he recognised an opportunity when he saw one.
But, as terrible habits that involved inordinate amounts of thinking went, the moment passed, and the air between them grew thick with uneasiness. Woohyun's gaze flicked somewhere to the left of Sunggyu's face, features contorting into yet another one of those expressions Sunggyu lacked the ability to comprehend. He laughed, pushing Sunggyu gently off.
"I need my sleep," Woohyun said, sounding as though the past twenty seconds had never happened. "It's almost three."
"Yeah," Sunggyu said. Two could play a game. "We need to get up early to pack too."
Woohyun groaned. "What time? Six?"
Yawning, Sunggyu hummed his approval and rolled away from Woohyun as naturally as his stiff-as-boards body permitted. The last thing he heard before drifting off was the digital beeping of Woohyun setting his iPhone alarm.
With Woohyun, one always had to consider said person's interests before making decisions. This was why, also partly due to faulty approximation on his part, Sunggyu woke up approximately two hours and thirty minutes later, decidedly grumpy and deprived of sleep.
If inanimate objects could die, Sunggyu would have murdered Woohyun's iPhone in three seconds flat. Unfortunately, he did not fancy being on the receiving end of Woohyun's wrath, and as such ended up making barbarian noises into his pillow.
"There's -- half an hour early -- moron," Sunggyu heard himself say vaguely. Woohyun grumbled something insensible right back and turned off his alarm. A heavy wave of relief rolled over Sunggyu and, before he could register Woohyun's words, he fell asleep again, only to be woken up a second later by the insistent ringing of Woohyun's alarm, to which he did something he was not entirely sure would be Woohyun-approved.
This thought was cemented a minute later (Sunggyu was not quite sure -- his body clock did tend to function strangely when he was half-unconscious) when Woohyun nudged him roughly in the ribs, an apparent sign of anger if anything.
"It's already six eleven, hyung," Woohyun said, resting his hand on Sunggyu's chest, a broad, heavy warmth. "Come on."
"Oh," Sunggyu said, brain scrambling to process the words. "Oh shit."
Sunggyu rolled blindly out of bed, stepped over Woohyun, and stumbled straight to the bathroom for his wake-up shower. The door was locked. "Shit," he repeated, and turned back around to his bedroom. This meant another few minutes of sleep, he hoped.
"Nope," Woohyun said, throwing an outfit at Sunggyu the moment he stepped into the room. "No more sleep."
"This morning has been a tragic joke," Sunggyu declared, snatching the clothes from Woohyun and going about divesting himself of his shirt. Woohyun snorted, leaving the room only to come back while Sunggyu slipped on the pair of jeans Woohyun had chosen for him ("Nothing can go wrong with jeans, Gyu-hyung, you need to understand that."), lugging with him three empty cardboard boxes.
"I don't think you need that many," Sunggyu commented, zipping himself up and flushing faintly when he remembered the offer Woohyun had presented to him just three hours ago.
"It's for the both of us."
"How are we going to split three boxes between the both of us? We'll need four for that, I think."
Woohyun rolled his eyes and sighed with the unmistakeable air he reserved for moments when Sunggyu was being stupid and thick. Sunggyu knew this because Woohyun often said so. "One for your clothes, one for my clothes, and one for all of this." He swept his hand out at the bookshelves.
"Oh." It occurred to Sunggyu that they were still going to be roommates after they moved, something that had managed to escape him during Woohyun's foul mood yesterday.
"Oh," Woohyun echoed good-humouredly, picking through the mess on the floor for his clothes. "Hey, hyung, is this yours or mine?"
Sunggyu looked up from the boxes that stared menacingly at him, jerking backwards when Woohyun waved a pair of black silk briefs in his face. He faintly recalled wearing them once and never seeing them again.
"Mine," he said, upon closer inspection. He grimaced. "I can't guarantee its cleanliness, so you might want to throw that in the laundry."
Woohyun made a matching face of disgust and dropped it on the floor. "Dirty clothes go here," he said, pointing.
"Don't we have a laundry basket for that?"
"It's too full to hold anything else."
Sunggyu sat back on his heels. "This is going to take a long time."
"It will take longer if you don't start packing now."
"Yes, yes, your majesty," Sunggyu teased, pulling his clothes from the racks and dumping them into his own cardboard box.
"Damn right I am," Woohyun said, cracking a grin.
Sunggyu shoved at Woohyun's shoulder playfully, who in turn shoved Sunggyu harder, grinning wildly and abandoning all intentions of packing, if the empty cardboard box, kicked aside, was evidence enough. Sunggyu teetered on the edge of equilibrium, gaining his balance and using his momentum to push Woohyun, harder, back onto the bed. Woohyun let out an undignified grunt, springing back up and bodily tackling Sunggyu, whose back met the mattress with a sound thud. The springs creaked in protest.
Sunggyu drew in a breath of air to make up for the sudden loss of oxygen, struggling futilely beneath Woohyun. He could smell Woohyun, and god he smelled illegal. Woohyun only leaned closer, taunting glint still in his eyes, and breathed over Sunggyu's lips, "I win."
The shudder that wracked Sunggyu's body must not have gone unnoticed, for Woohyun settled himself on Sunggyu, his body hard and angular and hot, victory plastered all over his smug features. Sunggyu could feel Woohyun everywhere, and that did not make for a very conducive environment to think straight in.
His saving grace came in the form of the opening bathroom door. "Sorry," Sunggyu blurted, the only thing he had the presence of mind to articulate, and pushed Woohyun off easily enough, who had evidently taken complacency in the situation.
Sunggyu heard Woohyun make a noise that sounded distinctly like a growl as he rolled out of bed for the second time. He nearly ran out of the room, holding himself back only for dignity's sake, stomach churning from the risk they had taken. Their door was wide open and the members already up. Was Woohyun too single-minded to realise just how badly this could affect them all?
They needed to talk, Sunggyu concluded. Negative outcomes be damned.
Whoever invented the phrase 'easier said than done' had forgotten to mention 'easier thought than said', if Sunggyu's problematic mental-verbal connection was anything to go by.
The Talk really only came into existence a week later, when they had all moved into their new dorm, for simple enough reasons. They had been far too busy practising the choreography for Paradise to do anything but fall into the shower and try their very best not to drift asleep under the shower's spray, least of all pack and hold a rational conversation. Most of them simply threw their stuff into the boxes with neither organisation nor order half an hour before they were meant to set off for their new dorm, and, from that moment on, the day in their new living quarters comprised primarily of "Where's my toothbrush?" and "You stole my shirt, don't think I didn't see you!"
So when Sunggyu finally flung himself in bed, half-emptied boxes still littering the room and clothes neatly hung in his wardrobe, he wasn't too surprised to have to make double the effort in verbalising his thoughts.
"So," he started.
Woohyun grunted his response from above.
"I found your stash of chocolates inside your underwear drawer."
Well. That had absolutely no link with the intended topic of conversation.
"I prefer to use the term 'emergency chocolate reserve'."
"You consume them in times of emergency?"
"And sadness or stress, yes. But you don't know that."
"I don't?"
"No," Woohyun said. "As a matter of fact, the last time I had chocolate was when --" He stopped abruptly.
Sunggyu stared at the dark ceiling overhead. The room was eerily quiet now without the sounds of the other members' hushed conversations and snoring seeping through the walls. "When we -- did, the, uh -- that?" he asked.
"If you hadn't the uh that me, talking to you wouldn't be this tough."
Sunggyu had not thought approaching the topic would be this easy, but here they were, rapidly ascending the ladder of progression.
"I think we need to --"
"Talk?" Woohyun interrupted. "Yeah, definitely. Like how ridiculous you've been. Giving me blue balls? Not cool, man."
How was one supposed to respond to that?
"Look," Sunggyu tried. "I just, I don't think we should be -- you know. I'm not. I mean, I'm not sure. I didn't know you were. You know. Too."
Woohyun was silent for a short, tense moment. "I think you're going to have to repeat that," he said, sounding faintly amused. "In Korean, please, not that foreign language you were talking in just now."
Sunggyu desperately needed lessons in the verbal expression department.
"I just don't think we can, uh, carry on like we are now, although really you're making most of the excessively affectionate gestures. Look, we can't let this get out." Sunggyu paused, contemplative. "I shouldn't even have kissed you."
And Woohyun, being Woohyun, took offense. "Then why did you?" he challenged.
"I wanted to," Sunggyu said truthfully, forgoing any pretence for the sake of honesty. "That doesn't mean -- it doesn't give us the right to risk Infinite."
Woohyun's head appeared from above, his eyes probing the darkness till they found Sunggyu's. "You're already thinking into the future," he said flatly. "And there I was, without a clue."
"Um," Sunggyu said, because it seemed like an appropriate time to interject the conversation with an insignificant monosyllable. "This is why we're talking."
"Fuck," Woohyun said, exhaling loudly. Sunggyu was as baffled as baffled could get. In his head, Woohyun should have picked a fight with him by now, but then again he did tend to forget that humans, in spite of all their habits and routines, were unpredictable creatures.
"I'm coming down now," Woohyun declared instead, hooking a leg over the top bunk and landing lightly on the floor.
He did not know what to make of this situation. Uneasy though he was, Sunggyu was phenomenally glad he did not have to suffer through tomorrow with an angry Woohyun to deal with.
"Hey," Sunggyu said, when Woohyun pushed at his side for more space on the bed. "Hey hey, this bed is meant for one person only."
"But I wanted this bed first," Woohyun said, by way of rebuttal. "You stole it from me. I think I reserve the right to take it back." He climbed over Sunggyu and, to Sunggyu's great horror, sat on his thighs. Straddling was the word for it, but straddling was a very suggestive way to say it and Sunggyu would rather not think about it for fear his libido got carried away.
"I'm not sure you heard what I said earlier," Sunggyu said, attempting to replenish the progressively decreasing levels of sanity in the situation. "I think I made it very clear to you that the expression of undue affection is no longer encouraged in our relationship."
"Mm," Woohyun said, sounding suspiciously like he was only placating Sunggyu for reasons quite inexplicable. "I believe the question here is -- would you like it if I kissed you now?"
Once again, Sunggyu found himself pressed to answer in a variety of monosyllables, so he kept his lips tight and placed careful hands on Woohyun's hips, with the sole intention of pushing Woohyun away. What resulted from it, however, was bizarrely different from the expected outcome.
This brain-limb disengagement really needed to stop, Sunggyu thought mildly as he pulled Woohyun closer, the heat of his body seeping through his hands and clothes and skin like a steady inflow of desire. Woohyun's scent was starting to give him a heady sense of fast-approaching delight, and Sunggyu was pretty sure that if there were laws against excessive inhalation of humans, he would be in jail.
Woohyun leaned down, stopping right in Sunggyu's face. Sunggyu could say no. Sunggyu could turn away and push Woohyun off and tell him he never wanted this. Sunggyu could deny himself a relationship, kept hidden from everyone, a secret just between the both of them. Or Sunggyu could start making the wrong decisions for once, especially those that did not necessitate excessive thinking.
Sunggyu brushed his fingers over the back of Woohyun's head, pressing down lightly.
"You have to answer, first," Woohyun said, a hoarse whisper so low Sunggyu felt it in his chest. "I hate dealing with uncertainties."
"I would -- I'd like that," Sunggyu mumbled, digging his fingers into Woohyun's scalp.
Woohyun followed, inching nearer and pausing right before his lips met Sunggyu's, as though savouring the moment one usually reserved as a prelude to the unwrapping of a present. The air tangling in their breaths was so intimate Sunggyu barely felt the need to initiate lip-to-lip contact, but then Woohyun bent his head at an angle and swept him in a kiss he would remember for decades to come and -- what was that he was saying about not needing lip-to-lip contact? Utter bullshit.
Woohyun's mouth worked Sunggyu's lips open, tongue tracing a maddening journey into his mouth. There was something so entirely criminal about the way Woohyun existed sometimes, Sunggyu caught himself thinking hazily. Evidently, Woohyun's mouth had caused some discord in his mental capabilities. Holding a sensible conversation with himself was now out of the question whenever Woohyun's tongue was involved.
Then Woohyun kind of -- rolled and shifted his hips a little, and the situation took on an entirely foreign air of eroticism, wringing a decidedly embarrassing groan from Sunggyu. This was his first sexual encounter in two long years, a painfully awkward affair.
Woohyun must have thought otherwise, for he didn't stop. He drew in a shaky breath, kissing Sunggyu like he couldn't get enough, and pressed his hips down again. Sunggyu shuddered from the arousal pooling beneath his belly, hips lifting slightly off the bed to get more of Woohyun, who released a strangled gasp into Sunggyu's mouth and rolled against him once more.
This only served to produce a series of humiliatingly desperate groans from Sunggyu, which he would never take credit for if Woohyun asked. Nonetheless, the situation was intoxicating in an entirely unethical sense, but nothing about their relationship had been ethical in the first place, and then Woohyun traced the outline of Sunggyu's cock through his pants and fuck when did hand jobs come into this equation.
"Oh, god," Sunggyu said, voice coming out one octave too high, jolting violently under Woohyun and sending him, unfortunately, on the floor.
"Not appreciated," Woohyun said, even as Sunggyu looked down at him -- his ruffled hair, his parted lips, the tent in his pants -- and laughed. "A warning would suffice."
"Likewise," Sunggyu said, grinning so hard he wouldn't be surprised if his face split into two.
"Come here," Woohyun said, patting the floor. "Our first night should be special."
"Our first night in the room, or?" Sunggyu asked, quirking an eyebrow and remembering belatedly that it was probably too dark for Woohyun to see.
"What are you thinking?" Woohyun asked, sounding exactly like a smug child would when presented with a math question he knew the answer to.
"Maybe I should take you up on your offer," Sunggyu mulled, dangling a hand over the side of the bed and tracing an imaginary line around the curves of Woohyun's bicep.
Woohyun cleared his throat pointedly. "Good suggestion," he said, catching Sunggyu's hand. "Sit up, then."
Sunggyu felt his mouth go dry. "Kidding," he said. If he couldn't even handle Woohyun's fingers on his cock, Woohyun's mouth around his cock would surely drive him around the bend. It did make for a marvellous fantasy, though.
"That's a disappointment," Woohyun said mildly, running his thumb down the back of Sunggyu's hand. Sunggyu felt his hand tremble, just a little. Woohyun smiled loftily at that, reaching up to grab a handful of Sunggyu's hair and dragging him down for a kiss. "Come on," Woohyun murmured into Sunggyu's mouth, pulling insistently at his shoulder.
"No," Sunggyu protested. "You're going to conquer my bed the moment I come down -- ow!"
Woohyun drew back, surveying his teeth marks with a self-gratifying air. "Suit yourself," he said, releasing Sunggyu's head. "I'll just go back up to my bunk and jerk off. Alone."
"You wouldn't."
"Challenge accepted," Woohyun replied, scooting away from Sunggyu and standing up.
Sunggyu watched, with a growing sense of despair, as Woohyun climbed up to his bed, sheets rustling as he got comfortable. Perhaps those were the sounds Woohyun's pants made as they were dragged down by Woohyun, a hand curving into a fist around --
Sunggyu liked to believe he retained a certain level of dignity when it came to his sex drive. This was, unfortunately, reduced to mere wishful thinking when he found himself on Woohyun's bed, a result of what must have been an astounding lapse in physical control.
"This is a bad idea," Sunggyu said, when Woohyun flicked his eyes up at him, his hand stilling in his pants.
"You are being incredibly contrary tonight," Woohyun remarked, voice thick with arousal.
"In my defence, most of the ideas I consider good are usually bad," Sunggyu said, and he would really prefer his mouth to stop functioning without participation from his brain right now.
"Great," Woohyun said, hand still stuck in his pants, serving only to drive Sunggyu mad from the sheer inappropriateness of the situation. "Come here."
Sunggyu gladly followed his order, climbing over Woohyun's legs and lying down beside him. Woohyun shifted to face him, which Sunggyu took as an initiative to kiss him again, the shock of Woohyun's lips sending happy little tingles up and down his arms.
"Don't throw me off," Woohyun breathed, breaking the kiss. "I'm still nursing a wounded ego."
"What --" Sunggyu started, but then he felt Woohyun's fingers trace his waistband, and his brain only just managed to catch the implication of Woohyun's words. "Wait, okay. Uh. Can I --"
"Fuck, yes," Woohyun said, the catch in his breathing as clear as day.
Sunggyu moved closer, crowding Woohyun against the wall. His hand moved tentatively to join Woohyun's in his pants, fingers sliding over fingers and --
Woohyun made a strangled noise deep in his throat. Sunggyu ran his fingers down the length of his cock, estimating a rough approximation of his size, and then changed the angle of his hand, trying for comfort and instead emerging awkward.
"I'm not very," Sunggyu said, by way of explanation.
"Neither am I," Woohyun breathed, and Sunggyu felt a jolt of pleasure at the heavy desire in Woohyun's voice.
He changed the angle of his hand again, fingers curving into a fist as he gave Woohyun's cock a hard stroke, feeling Woohyun tense and tremble beside him. He did it again, moving as close as his limbs allowed and listening in perverted satisfaction as Woohyun's breaths drew short and unstable.
"Good?" he asked, voice puncturing the silence between them.
Things escalated quickly to screaming levels of lust as Woohyun hummed in response and slipped a hand into Sunggyu's pants, groping for the waistband of his underwear and simultaneously destroying all higher motor functions. Sunggyu's strokes grew increasingly erratic as Woohyun touched him, every fingertip shooting currents of sensitivity and stimulation and shit --
His hand was cramping from the uncomfortable position and his toes were hurting from curling too hard, but Sunggyu could tell from Woohyun's accelerated breathing and the insistence of his moving hips that his stopping would not be appreciated. He tilted his head down and pressed his lips hard against the corner of Woohyun's mouth, who in turn shifted to accommodate the kiss, and then Woohyun's fingers did a curious twist-flick and Sunggyu was gone, coming all over Woohyun’s hand.
When his brain started feeling less like it had been blown to pieces, Sunggyu opened his eyes, startling a little at Woohyun's intense stare. Then it occurred to Sunggyu that his hand had stopped moving sometime between his orgasm and mental journey back to humanity, and Woohyun was still painfully hard beneath his fingers.
"Sorry," Sunggyu blurted, hand fumbling inelegantly. Woohyun continued looking at him, which only added to the nervousness of the situation, but it wasn't like Sunggyu could tell Woohyun to close his eyes without ruining the atmosphere. So he turned his attention to his hands and concentrated on pulling Woohyun off, free hand stroking down his thigh. Woohyun bit his lip at that, eyes sliding shut.
When Woohyun came, he exhaled long and slow and breathed Sunggyu's name, forgetting his honorifics. Sunggyu looked on, mesmerised, as Woohyun's throat moved, and he decided right then that he would dedicate a night to the exploration of Woohyun's neck when he had the time.
The first thing out of Woohyun's mouth once he started looking normal was a very colourful expletive. "It's all over my bed," he explained, looking every bit as disgusted as he sounded. "These covers are new and the tissues are still unpacked."
Sunggyu looked at his dirtied hand and the come pooling on Woohyun's abdominal muscles, where his shirt had ridden up. "I have tissue below," he offered, subtly wiping his hand on Woohyun's abs.
"Oh, gross," Woohyun groaned. "Tissue, yes please."
Sunggyu hopped down, grateful that he was considerably clean. After passing the box of tissues to Woohyun and taking a tissue for himself, Sunggyu cleaned his hand and retreated back to bed.
A minute later, Woohyun hopped down as well. Sunggyu scooted to the side to make space for Woohyun, who slid in bed wordlessly. They lay like that, indulging in the silence of each other's company, until Woohyun's breathing grew steadily heavier and Sunggyu found himself drifting asleep.
Woohyun's alarm is going to meet a cold, merciless death, was the first thought in Sunggyu's head the next morning. Woohyun shifted beside him and stuck a hand in his face, much to his displeasure.
"Where --" Woohyun said blearily, palming Sunggyu's face and finding that it did not give him the expected results.
"Up," Sunggyu said shortly, rolling around and pushing Woohyun off the bed, who collapsed to the floor in a heap of limbs and sleep-mussed hair for the second time.
"I hate you," Woohyun slurred, stumbling up to his bunk and turning off the offensive alarm.
Sunggyu closed his eyes in complete disregard of Woohyun's statement. Five minutes later, Woohyun's snooze alarm blared again.
Dragging himself out of bed, Sunggyu reached blindly for Woohyun's iPhone, hitting the screen at random. The alarm stopped just as Sunggyu's alarm began to ring, it was only six thirty in the morning, and today was already turning out to be a terrible day.
Grumbling, Sunggyu walked out of his room feeling extremely disoriented, banging on the door of the room beside them out of spite. After his daily morning routine of brushing his teeth and showering, Sunggyu slunk back to the bedroom, wide awake but still as exhausted as ever.
When he entered, Woohyun was digging through one of the cardboard boxes, muttering to himself. The covers had been stripped from his bed and were strewn all over the floor. After a short moment of deliberation, Sunggyu locked the door behind him, walked over to Woohyun, grabbed him by the hips and spun him around, locking their mouths together in a good morning kiss.
"Someone's in a good mood today," Woohyun said against Sunggyu's lips, sliding a hand down Sunggyu's naked torso.
"We need to have a talk about your alarm clock," Sunggyu returned.
"Mm, okay," Woohyun said, backing Sunggyu to his bed and keeping a teasing grip on his towel.
"Right now," Sunggyu said, trying his best to think straight in the face of Woohyun's distractions. "Your ringtone, for starters." He sat down.
Woohyun bent to kiss him, bracing himself against the top bunk bed. "What about it?"
"It's the worst piece of music I've ever heard. Every morning is a round of torture to my ears."
"So sorry for upsetting your sensibilities," Woohyun teased, brushing his lips against the shell of Sunggyu's left ear. Then he straightened, grimacing.
"Back problems?" Sunggyu teased.
Woohyun opened his mouth to answer, indignation showing clear on his face, when a shower of knocks rained upon their door, complete with knob-jiggling and faint shouts of "Rise and shine!"
"When will they ever grow up," Sunggyu sighed.
"In time," Woohyun replied, throwing an outfit at him.
Sunggyu picked a pair of boxers off his face, making an expression of disgust. "Oh," he said, looking at it in its hideous orange glory. "You kept it."
"I said I would," Woohyun said. "It has your face on it! I can't waste something like that."
"And you call me the fashion terrorist."
"What the public can't see won't hurt them."
Sunggyu rolled his eyes and threw the distasteful underwear at Woohyun. "I'm not wearing it."
"I never thought you were the type to go around without underwear," Woohyun said, feigning shock.
"I don't know why I put up with you."
"You love me."
Part 1
Before Sunggyu even had time to think (and mark this, this was a rare occurrence), he was kneeling next to Woohyun and whipping the water bottle from his hands, fumbling to unscrew the cap. He nearly threw the uncapped water bottle into Woohyun's face, thinking better of it only at the very last moment and tilting it into Woohyun's open mouth instead, hand cupping Woohyun's jaw.
"Idiot," Sunggyu choked out, oddly furious, grappling with the towel that threatened to slip off his hips. "I'd rather have you wake up with a bloated face than not wake up at all."
Woohyun's throat bobbed distractingly as he swallowed the water and cleared his throat. "Thanks," he said, voice rough. "Just a pill, nothing to worry about."
Silence fell upon them like a compressing blanket of discomfort, Sunggyu shifting the towel about his hips while Woohyun dropped his gaze to the water bottle in his hands and slowly screwed the cap back on. Sunggyu moved off the bed and out of Woohyun's line of sight for lack of an appropriate approach to the situation.
"Maybe I should try blowing on my pills," Woohyun finally said, a teasing note in his voice. "Take a page or two out of your book."
Sunggyu faltered as he climbed into his pants, struggling for an adequately light-hearted response. This, in their world, meant the exchange of apologies. "Maybe your throat just doesn't have the capacity to let a pill pass without causing problems."
He turned off the lights, feeling his way to his bed and nearly tripping over Woohyun's legs in the process.
"You could help me with that," Woohyun said, rolling around on his mattress to face Sunggyu.
Sunggyu opened his mouth to ask him just how he planned on doing so -- and then he saw the look on Woohyun's face, even through the murky darkness.
"I -- what, you --" he spluttered, his ability to string words into intelligent sentences vanishing. Woohyun, screamed his brain. Blowjob, his brain went next, and --
Woohyun reached up, tugging Sunggyu's sleeve and pulling him down, and Sunggyu's brain short-circuited. Which was mainly why he didn't put up much of a fight; his brain was too busy disengaging itself from his limbs. Woohyun shifted minutely to fit between Sunggyu's elbows as Sunggyu moved over, a hand coming up to curl around the back of Sunggyu's neck. His face dissolved into an expression Sunggyu had never quite acquired the talent to read, eyes focused and sharp and altogether too intense in what little light they had as Sunggyu hovered uncertainly over him.
Then came the lull in movement, the line Sunggyu knew Woohyun was waiting for him to cross. And he wanted, oh how badly he wanted. He remembered the night they kissed, blurred over with time as memories were wont to do. He wondered if he could relive that moment again; he recognised an opportunity when he saw one.
But, as terrible habits that involved inordinate amounts of thinking went, the moment passed, and the air between them grew thick with uneasiness. Woohyun's gaze flicked somewhere to the left of Sunggyu's face, features contorting into yet another one of those expressions Sunggyu lacked the ability to comprehend. He laughed, pushing Sunggyu gently off.
"I need my sleep," Woohyun said, sounding as though the past twenty seconds had never happened. "It's almost three."
"Yeah," Sunggyu said. Two could play a game. "We need to get up early to pack too."
Woohyun groaned. "What time? Six?"
Yawning, Sunggyu hummed his approval and rolled away from Woohyun as naturally as his stiff-as-boards body permitted. The last thing he heard before drifting off was the digital beeping of Woohyun setting his iPhone alarm.
With Woohyun, one always had to consider said person's interests before making decisions. This was why, also partly due to faulty approximation on his part, Sunggyu woke up approximately two hours and thirty minutes later, decidedly grumpy and deprived of sleep.
If inanimate objects could die, Sunggyu would have murdered Woohyun's iPhone in three seconds flat. Unfortunately, he did not fancy being on the receiving end of Woohyun's wrath, and as such ended up making barbarian noises into his pillow.
"There's -- half an hour early -- moron," Sunggyu heard himself say vaguely. Woohyun grumbled something insensible right back and turned off his alarm. A heavy wave of relief rolled over Sunggyu and, before he could register Woohyun's words, he fell asleep again, only to be woken up a second later by the insistent ringing of Woohyun's alarm, to which he did something he was not entirely sure would be Woohyun-approved.
This thought was cemented a minute later (Sunggyu was not quite sure -- his body clock did tend to function strangely when he was half-unconscious) when Woohyun nudged him roughly in the ribs, an apparent sign of anger if anything.
"It's already six eleven, hyung," Woohyun said, resting his hand on Sunggyu's chest, a broad, heavy warmth. "Come on."
"Oh," Sunggyu said, brain scrambling to process the words. "Oh shit."
Sunggyu rolled blindly out of bed, stepped over Woohyun, and stumbled straight to the bathroom for his wake-up shower. The door was locked. "Shit," he repeated, and turned back around to his bedroom. This meant another few minutes of sleep, he hoped.
"Nope," Woohyun said, throwing an outfit at Sunggyu the moment he stepped into the room. "No more sleep."
"This morning has been a tragic joke," Sunggyu declared, snatching the clothes from Woohyun and going about divesting himself of his shirt. Woohyun snorted, leaving the room only to come back while Sunggyu slipped on the pair of jeans Woohyun had chosen for him ("Nothing can go wrong with jeans, Gyu-hyung, you need to understand that."), lugging with him three empty cardboard boxes.
"I don't think you need that many," Sunggyu commented, zipping himself up and flushing faintly when he remembered the offer Woohyun had presented to him just three hours ago.
"It's for the both of us."
"How are we going to split three boxes between the both of us? We'll need four for that, I think."
Woohyun rolled his eyes and sighed with the unmistakeable air he reserved for moments when Sunggyu was being stupid and thick. Sunggyu knew this because Woohyun often said so. "One for your clothes, one for my clothes, and one for all of this." He swept his hand out at the bookshelves.
"Oh." It occurred to Sunggyu that they were still going to be roommates after they moved, something that had managed to escape him during Woohyun's foul mood yesterday.
"Oh," Woohyun echoed good-humouredly, picking through the mess on the floor for his clothes. "Hey, hyung, is this yours or mine?"
Sunggyu looked up from the boxes that stared menacingly at him, jerking backwards when Woohyun waved a pair of black silk briefs in his face. He faintly recalled wearing them once and never seeing them again.
"Mine," he said, upon closer inspection. He grimaced. "I can't guarantee its cleanliness, so you might want to throw that in the laundry."
Woohyun made a matching face of disgust and dropped it on the floor. "Dirty clothes go here," he said, pointing.
"Don't we have a laundry basket for that?"
"It's too full to hold anything else."
Sunggyu sat back on his heels. "This is going to take a long time."
"It will take longer if you don't start packing now."
"Yes, yes, your majesty," Sunggyu teased, pulling his clothes from the racks and dumping them into his own cardboard box.
"Damn right I am," Woohyun said, cracking a grin.
Sunggyu shoved at Woohyun's shoulder playfully, who in turn shoved Sunggyu harder, grinning wildly and abandoning all intentions of packing, if the empty cardboard box, kicked aside, was evidence enough. Sunggyu teetered on the edge of equilibrium, gaining his balance and using his momentum to push Woohyun, harder, back onto the bed. Woohyun let out an undignified grunt, springing back up and bodily tackling Sunggyu, whose back met the mattress with a sound thud. The springs creaked in protest.
Sunggyu drew in a breath of air to make up for the sudden loss of oxygen, struggling futilely beneath Woohyun. He could smell Woohyun, and god he smelled illegal. Woohyun only leaned closer, taunting glint still in his eyes, and breathed over Sunggyu's lips, "I win."
The shudder that wracked Sunggyu's body must not have gone unnoticed, for Woohyun settled himself on Sunggyu, his body hard and angular and hot, victory plastered all over his smug features. Sunggyu could feel Woohyun everywhere, and that did not make for a very conducive environment to think straight in.
His saving grace came in the form of the opening bathroom door. "Sorry," Sunggyu blurted, the only thing he had the presence of mind to articulate, and pushed Woohyun off easily enough, who had evidently taken complacency in the situation.
Sunggyu heard Woohyun make a noise that sounded distinctly like a growl as he rolled out of bed for the second time. He nearly ran out of the room, holding himself back only for dignity's sake, stomach churning from the risk they had taken. Their door was wide open and the members already up. Was Woohyun too single-minded to realise just how badly this could affect them all?
They needed to talk, Sunggyu concluded. Negative outcomes be damned.
Whoever invented the phrase 'easier said than done' had forgotten to mention 'easier thought than said', if Sunggyu's problematic mental-verbal connection was anything to go by.
The Talk really only came into existence a week later, when they had all moved into their new dorm, for simple enough reasons. They had been far too busy practising the choreography for Paradise to do anything but fall into the shower and try their very best not to drift asleep under the shower's spray, least of all pack and hold a rational conversation. Most of them simply threw their stuff into the boxes with neither organisation nor order half an hour before they were meant to set off for their new dorm, and, from that moment on, the day in their new living quarters comprised primarily of "Where's my toothbrush?" and "You stole my shirt, don't think I didn't see you!"
So when Sunggyu finally flung himself in bed, half-emptied boxes still littering the room and clothes neatly hung in his wardrobe, he wasn't too surprised to have to make double the effort in verbalising his thoughts.
"So," he started.
Woohyun grunted his response from above.
"I found your stash of chocolates inside your underwear drawer."
Well. That had absolutely no link with the intended topic of conversation.
"I prefer to use the term 'emergency chocolate reserve'."
"You consume them in times of emergency?"
"And sadness or stress, yes. But you don't know that."
"I don't?"
"No," Woohyun said. "As a matter of fact, the last time I had chocolate was when --" He stopped abruptly.
Sunggyu stared at the dark ceiling overhead. The room was eerily quiet now without the sounds of the other members' hushed conversations and snoring seeping through the walls. "When we -- did, the, uh -- that?" he asked.
"If you hadn't the uh that me, talking to you wouldn't be this tough."
Sunggyu had not thought approaching the topic would be this easy, but here they were, rapidly ascending the ladder of progression.
"I think we need to --"
"Talk?" Woohyun interrupted. "Yeah, definitely. Like how ridiculous you've been. Giving me blue balls? Not cool, man."
How was one supposed to respond to that?
"Look," Sunggyu tried. "I just, I don't think we should be -- you know. I'm not. I mean, I'm not sure. I didn't know you were. You know. Too."
Woohyun was silent for a short, tense moment. "I think you're going to have to repeat that," he said, sounding faintly amused. "In Korean, please, not that foreign language you were talking in just now."
Sunggyu desperately needed lessons in the verbal expression department.
"I just don't think we can, uh, carry on like we are now, although really you're making most of the excessively affectionate gestures. Look, we can't let this get out." Sunggyu paused, contemplative. "I shouldn't even have kissed you."
And Woohyun, being Woohyun, took offense. "Then why did you?" he challenged.
"I wanted to," Sunggyu said truthfully, forgoing any pretence for the sake of honesty. "That doesn't mean -- it doesn't give us the right to risk Infinite."
Woohyun's head appeared from above, his eyes probing the darkness till they found Sunggyu's. "You're already thinking into the future," he said flatly. "And there I was, without a clue."
"Um," Sunggyu said, because it seemed like an appropriate time to interject the conversation with an insignificant monosyllable. "This is why we're talking."
"Fuck," Woohyun said, exhaling loudly. Sunggyu was as baffled as baffled could get. In his head, Woohyun should have picked a fight with him by now, but then again he did tend to forget that humans, in spite of all their habits and routines, were unpredictable creatures.
"I'm coming down now," Woohyun declared instead, hooking a leg over the top bunk and landing lightly on the floor.
He did not know what to make of this situation. Uneasy though he was, Sunggyu was phenomenally glad he did not have to suffer through tomorrow with an angry Woohyun to deal with.
"Hey," Sunggyu said, when Woohyun pushed at his side for more space on the bed. "Hey hey, this bed is meant for one person only."
"But I wanted this bed first," Woohyun said, by way of rebuttal. "You stole it from me. I think I reserve the right to take it back." He climbed over Sunggyu and, to Sunggyu's great horror, sat on his thighs. Straddling was the word for it, but straddling was a very suggestive way to say it and Sunggyu would rather not think about it for fear his libido got carried away.
"I'm not sure you heard what I said earlier," Sunggyu said, attempting to replenish the progressively decreasing levels of sanity in the situation. "I think I made it very clear to you that the expression of undue affection is no longer encouraged in our relationship."
"Mm," Woohyun said, sounding suspiciously like he was only placating Sunggyu for reasons quite inexplicable. "I believe the question here is -- would you like it if I kissed you now?"
Once again, Sunggyu found himself pressed to answer in a variety of monosyllables, so he kept his lips tight and placed careful hands on Woohyun's hips, with the sole intention of pushing Woohyun away. What resulted from it, however, was bizarrely different from the expected outcome.
This brain-limb disengagement really needed to stop, Sunggyu thought mildly as he pulled Woohyun closer, the heat of his body seeping through his hands and clothes and skin like a steady inflow of desire. Woohyun's scent was starting to give him a heady sense of fast-approaching delight, and Sunggyu was pretty sure that if there were laws against excessive inhalation of humans, he would be in jail.
Woohyun leaned down, stopping right in Sunggyu's face. Sunggyu could say no. Sunggyu could turn away and push Woohyun off and tell him he never wanted this. Sunggyu could deny himself a relationship, kept hidden from everyone, a secret just between the both of them. Or Sunggyu could start making the wrong decisions for once, especially those that did not necessitate excessive thinking.
Sunggyu brushed his fingers over the back of Woohyun's head, pressing down lightly.
"You have to answer, first," Woohyun said, a hoarse whisper so low Sunggyu felt it in his chest. "I hate dealing with uncertainties."
"I would -- I'd like that," Sunggyu mumbled, digging his fingers into Woohyun's scalp.
Woohyun followed, inching nearer and pausing right before his lips met Sunggyu's, as though savouring the moment one usually reserved as a prelude to the unwrapping of a present. The air tangling in their breaths was so intimate Sunggyu barely felt the need to initiate lip-to-lip contact, but then Woohyun bent his head at an angle and swept him in a kiss he would remember for decades to come and -- what was that he was saying about not needing lip-to-lip contact? Utter bullshit.
Woohyun's mouth worked Sunggyu's lips open, tongue tracing a maddening journey into his mouth. There was something so entirely criminal about the way Woohyun existed sometimes, Sunggyu caught himself thinking hazily. Evidently, Woohyun's mouth had caused some discord in his mental capabilities. Holding a sensible conversation with himself was now out of the question whenever Woohyun's tongue was involved.
Then Woohyun kind of -- rolled and shifted his hips a little, and the situation took on an entirely foreign air of eroticism, wringing a decidedly embarrassing groan from Sunggyu. This was his first sexual encounter in two long years, a painfully awkward affair.
Woohyun must have thought otherwise, for he didn't stop. He drew in a shaky breath, kissing Sunggyu like he couldn't get enough, and pressed his hips down again. Sunggyu shuddered from the arousal pooling beneath his belly, hips lifting slightly off the bed to get more of Woohyun, who released a strangled gasp into Sunggyu's mouth and rolled against him once more.
This only served to produce a series of humiliatingly desperate groans from Sunggyu, which he would never take credit for if Woohyun asked. Nonetheless, the situation was intoxicating in an entirely unethical sense, but nothing about their relationship had been ethical in the first place, and then Woohyun traced the outline of Sunggyu's cock through his pants and fuck when did hand jobs come into this equation.
"Oh, god," Sunggyu said, voice coming out one octave too high, jolting violently under Woohyun and sending him, unfortunately, on the floor.
"Not appreciated," Woohyun said, even as Sunggyu looked down at him -- his ruffled hair, his parted lips, the tent in his pants -- and laughed. "A warning would suffice."
"Likewise," Sunggyu said, grinning so hard he wouldn't be surprised if his face split into two.
"Come here," Woohyun said, patting the floor. "Our first night should be special."
"Our first night in the room, or?" Sunggyu asked, quirking an eyebrow and remembering belatedly that it was probably too dark for Woohyun to see.
"What are you thinking?" Woohyun asked, sounding exactly like a smug child would when presented with a math question he knew the answer to.
"Maybe I should take you up on your offer," Sunggyu mulled, dangling a hand over the side of the bed and tracing an imaginary line around the curves of Woohyun's bicep.
Woohyun cleared his throat pointedly. "Good suggestion," he said, catching Sunggyu's hand. "Sit up, then."
Sunggyu felt his mouth go dry. "Kidding," he said. If he couldn't even handle Woohyun's fingers on his cock, Woohyun's mouth around his cock would surely drive him around the bend. It did make for a marvellous fantasy, though.
"That's a disappointment," Woohyun said mildly, running his thumb down the back of Sunggyu's hand. Sunggyu felt his hand tremble, just a little. Woohyun smiled loftily at that, reaching up to grab a handful of Sunggyu's hair and dragging him down for a kiss. "Come on," Woohyun murmured into Sunggyu's mouth, pulling insistently at his shoulder.
"No," Sunggyu protested. "You're going to conquer my bed the moment I come down -- ow!"
Woohyun drew back, surveying his teeth marks with a self-gratifying air. "Suit yourself," he said, releasing Sunggyu's head. "I'll just go back up to my bunk and jerk off. Alone."
"You wouldn't."
"Challenge accepted," Woohyun replied, scooting away from Sunggyu and standing up.
Sunggyu watched, with a growing sense of despair, as Woohyun climbed up to his bed, sheets rustling as he got comfortable. Perhaps those were the sounds Woohyun's pants made as they were dragged down by Woohyun, a hand curving into a fist around --
Sunggyu liked to believe he retained a certain level of dignity when it came to his sex drive. This was, unfortunately, reduced to mere wishful thinking when he found himself on Woohyun's bed, a result of what must have been an astounding lapse in physical control.
"This is a bad idea," Sunggyu said, when Woohyun flicked his eyes up at him, his hand stilling in his pants.
"You are being incredibly contrary tonight," Woohyun remarked, voice thick with arousal.
"In my defence, most of the ideas I consider good are usually bad," Sunggyu said, and he would really prefer his mouth to stop functioning without participation from his brain right now.
"Great," Woohyun said, hand still stuck in his pants, serving only to drive Sunggyu mad from the sheer inappropriateness of the situation. "Come here."
Sunggyu gladly followed his order, climbing over Woohyun's legs and lying down beside him. Woohyun shifted to face him, which Sunggyu took as an initiative to kiss him again, the shock of Woohyun's lips sending happy little tingles up and down his arms.
"Don't throw me off," Woohyun breathed, breaking the kiss. "I'm still nursing a wounded ego."
"What --" Sunggyu started, but then he felt Woohyun's fingers trace his waistband, and his brain only just managed to catch the implication of Woohyun's words. "Wait, okay. Uh. Can I --"
"Fuck, yes," Woohyun said, the catch in his breathing as clear as day.
Sunggyu moved closer, crowding Woohyun against the wall. His hand moved tentatively to join Woohyun's in his pants, fingers sliding over fingers and --
Woohyun made a strangled noise deep in his throat. Sunggyu ran his fingers down the length of his cock, estimating a rough approximation of his size, and then changed the angle of his hand, trying for comfort and instead emerging awkward.
"I'm not very," Sunggyu said, by way of explanation.
"Neither am I," Woohyun breathed, and Sunggyu felt a jolt of pleasure at the heavy desire in Woohyun's voice.
He changed the angle of his hand again, fingers curving into a fist as he gave Woohyun's cock a hard stroke, feeling Woohyun tense and tremble beside him. He did it again, moving as close as his limbs allowed and listening in perverted satisfaction as Woohyun's breaths drew short and unstable.
"Good?" he asked, voice puncturing the silence between them.
Things escalated quickly to screaming levels of lust as Woohyun hummed in response and slipped a hand into Sunggyu's pants, groping for the waistband of his underwear and simultaneously destroying all higher motor functions. Sunggyu's strokes grew increasingly erratic as Woohyun touched him, every fingertip shooting currents of sensitivity and stimulation and shit --
His hand was cramping from the uncomfortable position and his toes were hurting from curling too hard, but Sunggyu could tell from Woohyun's accelerated breathing and the insistence of his moving hips that his stopping would not be appreciated. He tilted his head down and pressed his lips hard against the corner of Woohyun's mouth, who in turn shifted to accommodate the kiss, and then Woohyun's fingers did a curious twist-flick and Sunggyu was gone, coming all over Woohyun’s hand.
When his brain started feeling less like it had been blown to pieces, Sunggyu opened his eyes, startling a little at Woohyun's intense stare. Then it occurred to Sunggyu that his hand had stopped moving sometime between his orgasm and mental journey back to humanity, and Woohyun was still painfully hard beneath his fingers.
"Sorry," Sunggyu blurted, hand fumbling inelegantly. Woohyun continued looking at him, which only added to the nervousness of the situation, but it wasn't like Sunggyu could tell Woohyun to close his eyes without ruining the atmosphere. So he turned his attention to his hands and concentrated on pulling Woohyun off, free hand stroking down his thigh. Woohyun bit his lip at that, eyes sliding shut.
When Woohyun came, he exhaled long and slow and breathed Sunggyu's name, forgetting his honorifics. Sunggyu looked on, mesmerised, as Woohyun's throat moved, and he decided right then that he would dedicate a night to the exploration of Woohyun's neck when he had the time.
The first thing out of Woohyun's mouth once he started looking normal was a very colourful expletive. "It's all over my bed," he explained, looking every bit as disgusted as he sounded. "These covers are new and the tissues are still unpacked."
Sunggyu looked at his dirtied hand and the come pooling on Woohyun's abdominal muscles, where his shirt had ridden up. "I have tissue below," he offered, subtly wiping his hand on Woohyun's abs.
"Oh, gross," Woohyun groaned. "Tissue, yes please."
Sunggyu hopped down, grateful that he was considerably clean. After passing the box of tissues to Woohyun and taking a tissue for himself, Sunggyu cleaned his hand and retreated back to bed.
A minute later, Woohyun hopped down as well. Sunggyu scooted to the side to make space for Woohyun, who slid in bed wordlessly. They lay like that, indulging in the silence of each other's company, until Woohyun's breathing grew steadily heavier and Sunggyu found himself drifting asleep.
Woohyun's alarm is going to meet a cold, merciless death, was the first thought in Sunggyu's head the next morning. Woohyun shifted beside him and stuck a hand in his face, much to his displeasure.
"Where --" Woohyun said blearily, palming Sunggyu's face and finding that it did not give him the expected results.
"Up," Sunggyu said shortly, rolling around and pushing Woohyun off the bed, who collapsed to the floor in a heap of limbs and sleep-mussed hair for the second time.
"I hate you," Woohyun slurred, stumbling up to his bunk and turning off the offensive alarm.
Sunggyu closed his eyes in complete disregard of Woohyun's statement. Five minutes later, Woohyun's snooze alarm blared again.
Dragging himself out of bed, Sunggyu reached blindly for Woohyun's iPhone, hitting the screen at random. The alarm stopped just as Sunggyu's alarm began to ring, it was only six thirty in the morning, and today was already turning out to be a terrible day.
Grumbling, Sunggyu walked out of his room feeling extremely disoriented, banging on the door of the room beside them out of spite. After his daily morning routine of brushing his teeth and showering, Sunggyu slunk back to the bedroom, wide awake but still as exhausted as ever.
When he entered, Woohyun was digging through one of the cardboard boxes, muttering to himself. The covers had been stripped from his bed and were strewn all over the floor. After a short moment of deliberation, Sunggyu locked the door behind him, walked over to Woohyun, grabbed him by the hips and spun him around, locking their mouths together in a good morning kiss.
"Someone's in a good mood today," Woohyun said against Sunggyu's lips, sliding a hand down Sunggyu's naked torso.
"We need to have a talk about your alarm clock," Sunggyu returned.
"Mm, okay," Woohyun said, backing Sunggyu to his bed and keeping a teasing grip on his towel.
"Right now," Sunggyu said, trying his best to think straight in the face of Woohyun's distractions. "Your ringtone, for starters." He sat down.
Woohyun bent to kiss him, bracing himself against the top bunk bed. "What about it?"
"It's the worst piece of music I've ever heard. Every morning is a round of torture to my ears."
"So sorry for upsetting your sensibilities," Woohyun teased, brushing his lips against the shell of Sunggyu's left ear. Then he straightened, grimacing.
"Back problems?" Sunggyu teased.
Woohyun opened his mouth to answer, indignation showing clear on his face, when a shower of knocks rained upon their door, complete with knob-jiggling and faint shouts of "Rise and shine!"
"When will they ever grow up," Sunggyu sighed.
"In time," Woohyun replied, throwing an outfit at him.
Sunggyu picked a pair of boxers off his face, making an expression of disgust. "Oh," he said, looking at it in its hideous orange glory. "You kept it."
"I said I would," Woohyun said. "It has your face on it! I can't waste something like that."
"And you call me the fashion terrorist."
"What the public can't see won't hurt them."
Sunggyu rolled his eyes and threw the distasteful underwear at Woohyun. "I'm not wearing it."
"I never thought you were the type to go around without underwear," Woohyun said, feigning shock.
"I don't know why I put up with you."
"You love me."
Part 1