04. Envy
Dongwoo / Sungjong. PG. 521 words.
Sungjong is an envious person. Extremly envious.
ENVY
Dongwoo / Sungjong. PG. 521 words.
Sungjong is an envious person. Extremly envious. And it doesn't seem to improve as the years go by. Quite the reverse, since he became part of Infinite it has been getting worse.
He envies Hoya - and, of course, Woohyun. That knowing glares they share on the stage and the touches that made fans go crazy.
He also envies Myungsoo and the lovely smiles he only shows to Sungyeol. And envies how Sungyeol can smile him back without dying from the embarassment.
He envies to many things, but the thing he envious the most is the courage they had to confess their feelings. The same courage he lacks to confess to Dongwoo when they are alone.
“So, what did you want?” Sungjong gulped, being envious of anyone who wasn't in his situation right now. Because even if he didn't had the courage, the first step was already taken and he couldn't step back now.
Dongwoo tilts his head to one side, with that inocent look that made the butterflies inside the younger's tummy to flirt furiously, only to make him more nervious than he already was.
“Oh, well, you know...” Sungjong doubts, watching the floor under his feets as if it was the more interesting thing in the whole world. Anything was way better than facing the kenyan, fearing that he could die by spontaneous combustion.
The taller remains quiet, expectant, and the poor magnae would rather want him to say something, even if it was something stupid.
But if anyone had to break that silence, it was him and no one else.
“... I-I like.. you...” He mumbles so soft he doubts Dongwoo could hear him, but it doesn't matter. He has enough trying to remember how to breath and trying to listen something that wasn't his heartbeat resounding against his head like he had just run a marathon.
The seconds become minutes since Sungjong dared to speak - or whisper. But the older doesn't seem to react, and that only gets him mad. At least he could answer to his confession, even if he was going to dump him.
The silence continues, making the magnae to run out of patience. Tired of the situation, he raises his head while opening his mouth to shout at the rapper, only to close it like a fish out of the water. Because he wasn't expecting to see him frowning as a dark shadow covered his checks, blushing as much as Sungjong was.
“H-Hyung?” He asks with his voice shaking, trying to take Dongwoo's attention, because he was looking at some random point away from him.
Sungjong was nearly going to beat the taller like he was some spoiled brat, when a pair of strong arms hold him tigh, hugging him against the warm chest of the dancer.
And if there's still some envy inside him, it was enough with those thick lips over his own like he always dreamed of to erased it as if it never existed.
Because now he knows that people will envy him because he knew he's the owner of the person he loved the most.
Sungjong is an envious person. Extremly envious.
ENVY
Dongwoo / Sungjong. PG. 521 words.
Sungjong is an envious person. Extremly envious. And it doesn't seem to improve as the years go by. Quite the reverse, since he became part of Infinite it has been getting worse.
He envies Hoya - and, of course, Woohyun. That knowing glares they share on the stage and the touches that made fans go crazy.
He also envies Myungsoo and the lovely smiles he only shows to Sungyeol. And envies how Sungyeol can smile him back without dying from the embarassment.
He envies to many things, but the thing he envious the most is the courage they had to confess their feelings. The same courage he lacks to confess to Dongwoo when they are alone.
“So, what did you want?” Sungjong gulped, being envious of anyone who wasn't in his situation right now. Because even if he didn't had the courage, the first step was already taken and he couldn't step back now.
Dongwoo tilts his head to one side, with that inocent look that made the butterflies inside the younger's tummy to flirt furiously, only to make him more nervious than he already was.
“Oh, well, you know...” Sungjong doubts, watching the floor under his feets as if it was the more interesting thing in the whole world. Anything was way better than facing the kenyan, fearing that he could die by spontaneous combustion.
The taller remains quiet, expectant, and the poor magnae would rather want him to say something, even if it was something stupid.
But if anyone had to break that silence, it was him and no one else.
“... I-I like.. you...” He mumbles so soft he doubts Dongwoo could hear him, but it doesn't matter. He has enough trying to remember how to breath and trying to listen something that wasn't his heartbeat resounding against his head like he had just run a marathon.
The seconds become minutes since Sungjong dared to speak - or whisper. But the older doesn't seem to react, and that only gets him mad. At least he could answer to his confession, even if he was going to dump him.
The silence continues, making the magnae to run out of patience. Tired of the situation, he raises his head while opening his mouth to shout at the rapper, only to close it like a fish out of the water. Because he wasn't expecting to see him frowning as a dark shadow covered his checks, blushing as much as Sungjong was.
“H-Hyung?” He asks with his voice shaking, trying to take Dongwoo's attention, because he was looking at some random point away from him.
Sungjong was nearly going to beat the taller like he was some spoiled brat, when a pair of strong arms hold him tigh, hugging him against the warm chest of the dancer.
And if there's still some envy inside him, it was enough with those thick lips over his own like he always dreamed of to erased it as if it never existed.
Because now he knows that people will envy him because he knew he's the owner of the person he loved the most.