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Five | Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya(Howon)/Dongwoo, L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol | Fluff > Crack | PG13 (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Typical high school fic in which Woohyun is no longer top dog, Myungsoo’s life becomes interesting, Howon finally feels something and Sungjong discovers his future.
(poster by chocolate_ai)
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It was Friday and Woohyun had biology first thing in the morning. He had pretty much sprinted all the way to class, just arriving there on time by a tenth of a second - Being on time one day was hard enough, but being on time three days in a row was almost impossible to Woohyun. As he panted, he strutted over to his usual seat next to Sunggyu and sat himself down. Sunggyu side-eyed him and then checked the time on his phone.
‘Impressive,’ the older student thought, amused smile playing at his lips.
Woohyun swallowed, doing his best to even out his breathing. When the teacher started her lesson, Woohyun looked over at Sunggyu next to him and grinned sheepishly. Sunggyu sensed the look and gazed at Woohyun, to his right, and the younger’s grin became wider. In a strange way, it felt like a challenge, like an invitation to counterattack and Sunggyu found it a little exciting. Someone was actually testing his boundaries - no one dared to look at Sunggyu with such boldness. Usually they just shied away, did exactly what he told them to and shut the heck up.
‘SBP, I want to tell you an interesting fact,’ Woohyun whispered softly. Sunggyu rose both his eyebrows at him, but got only silence in return. Neither of them said anything, but no sounds were distinct to their ears. The teacher was talking, but neither of them were listening; she sounded like muffled spitting of facts and empty words.
The older student waited for a response rather curiously because all Woohyun was doing was looking at him with that stupid, toothy smile on his face. Then he turned to the front of the class, still not paying any attention to the lesson, with his head down and Sunggyu became really puzzled. Sunggyu turned to the front as well, still suspicious.
And then it hit him: Woohyun took his phone. Woohyun was putting his number into his phone. Woohyun was texting his own phone to get Sunggyu’s number.
‘The fact is,’ Woohyun continued, still whispering, ‘I want to text you and call you, and ask you stupid questions, whenever I please.’ There’s this sickening, accomplished smile on Woohyun’s face and when he slips the device back into Sunggyu’s fingers, the older student is dumbfounded.
Sunggyu got tricked and Woohyun just knew it.
‘If you start sending me inappropriate photos,’ Sunggyu proclaimed loud enough for the students around them to hear, ‘I’m meeting you behind the bleachers.’
The students around them visibly froze with fear at the word bleachers. The area wasn’t exactly designated only for such punishments - sometimes groups of students would even sit in that area during lunch or to cool down after gym class - but it wasn’t a pleasant place to be when Sunggyu was there. Definitely not.
However, Woohyun was confused, still not knowing anything.
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‘Could you stop… staring at me?’ Sungyeol gritted his teeth, making sure his death glare was less obvious before turning to the younger beside him.
Sungyeol didn’t even try to run away from Myungsoo anymore. That guy either had supernatural hunting abilities or embedded a tracking device in Sungyeol’s skin. How easily he found him was not normal, not in their giant school anyway. So here they were, walking side-by-side as Myungsoo continued to have his eyes pinned on the boy next to him - he must’ve had powers that allowed him to walk through solid objects too.
Myungsoo grinned smugly and petted his head. ‘I would if I could,’ he cooed and all Sungyeol wanted to do was gag. That answer was so Woohyun-like.
‘Am I that good-looking that you have to keep staring at me?’ Sungyeol asked arrogantly, slapping Myungsoo away and fixing his hair.
‘Yep,’ Myungsoo replied without hesitating.
Sungyeol froze for ten seconds, not at all expecting that answer that flowed from the younger’s lips so readily. Myungsoo thought he was good-looking? Now his ego has had its breakfast.
They stopped by Myungsoo’s locker first to place his books in, since his locker was closer to their literature class and whatnot. ‘What? Expecting a different answer?’ Myungsoo asked after not receiving an answer for quite some time.
‘Maybe,’ Sungyeol mumbled, pout evident in his voice. The older boy then pulls at his collar - why did Spring have to be so humid? ‘Ah, it’s hot.’
Myungsoo saw his discomfort and tried to take his blazer off for him, tugging at the folds to take it off Sungyeol’s shoulders.
‘W - What are you doing?!’ Sungyeol spluttered, stepping backwards in alarm. Every instance of Myungsoo touching him was dangerous, so he needed to be careful. After asking around, primarily asking the East campus students, Sungyeol found out what kind of skilful playboy Myungsoo was. Apparently, he could get you in bed before you even comprehended that he said hello to you.
‘Helping you,’ Myungsoo merely answered, reaching out for Sungyeol’s blazer.
Sungyeol slapped him away in frustration. ‘You’re so annoying,’ he whined childishly.
‘And you’re such a princess,’ Myungsoo scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Sungyeol saw that Myungsoo was done with putting his books away and began walking off to find his locker. After walking about ten metres, he noticed that Myungsoo was just standing there, still in front of his locker.
‘Aren’t you going to follow me?’ he questioned, curious at the weirdly soft smile Myungsoo was shooting him.
‘Your wish is my command, princess.’
Sungyeol most definitely regretted mentioning Myungsoo’s stalking.
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Howon and Dongwoo were in the empty gymnasium again, just enjoying each other’s company. Dongwoo brought along two cans of iced coffee and was amused by how the younger’s eyes lit up when he offered the drink to him. Dongwoo noted to always bring along drinks when he was with Howon.
All that could be heard was the slurping of sugary coffee and shuffling of feet echoing in the empty hall. The acoustics in the gym were amazing. It must’ve been the varnish on the courts or the high ceiling. Dongwoo really liked it. When he talked his voice flourished and he felt like he was being listened to.
‘Can I ask you something?’ Dongwoo asked suddenly, watching Howon gulp down the rest of his drink - Judging by how long it took him to finish it, Dongwoo realised Howon really liked sweet drinks.
‘What is it?’ Howon replied.
‘Why do you cut yourself?’
Howon’s pupils dilated and he turned to Dongwoo, visibly unfazed but the silence Dongwoo received told otherwise.
‘S - Sorry… if the question is a bit…’ Dongwoo stammered awkwardly, scratching his head.
There’s a strange pause between both of them. Dongwoo guessed that Howon just ignored the question and returned to silence, but he had a suspicion that Howon was thinking deeply about it. It didn’t make sense, but he could practically feel the younger thinking thoroughly about the question beside him.
‘Because I feel numb,’ Howon muttered smoothly.
‘What?’
‘I just can’t feel anything sometimes,’ he explained, ‘Not feeling anything is dangerous, so I make myself feel something.’
Everything turned back to suffocating silence for a minute or two because Dongwoo didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t know if it would be appropriate to tell him to stop hurting himself again, to stop making himself bleed, like he did yesterday just to confirm because self-harm isn’t exactly something you can just stop. Maybe he should’ve dropped it and started a different topic of conversation. Dongwoo searched Howon’s expression for answers. He looked to his right and saw Howon staring right back at him, as though expecting the older to say something. And so Dongwoo chose to lighten up the mood a little. But maybe he shouldn’t have. Then again, once things are done, they’re done. You cannot reverse what you did and therefore regretting is useless, it’s worthless, and eats you up for doing absolutely nothing.
Dongwoo smiled and leaned in close, into Howon’s personal space. The latter didn’t budge. Even when Dongwoo’s thick lips gently grazed against his own, he didn’t budge. Didn’t move a muscle. He just watched in fascination as Dongwoo’s eyelids fluttered shut and his lips slid against his. And it felt so utterly blissful that Howon couldn’t help closing his eyes too.
Dongwoo pulled them apart with a giggle as he sat up straight and analysed Howon’s stunned expression. ‘Did you feel that?’ he asked innocently, holding Howon’s hand in his.
‘Y - Yeah.’ Howon still couldn’t get his mind around what just happened.
Upon hearing the other’s answer, Dongwoo smirked cheekily and gasped in amusement, ‘Lee Howon, did you just stutter?’
‘D - Did I?’
Dongwoo broke out into a fit of laughter and exclaimed, ‘I think I broke you.’
Howon blinked blankly at his hand in Dongwoo’s in return. He didn’t know what this meant while Dongwoo knew perfectly well. They liked each other, heck, even Dongwoo knew that. Howon surely liked him because why else would Lee Howon allow a stranger to be in his presence and talk to him and tell him ridiculous stories and force him to smile and hug him and cry into his shoulder while his bloody hands were pulled apart? Everything Sunggyu told him - stories of how Howon didn’t like new people, how he didn’t care for them - made him certain about that fact that Howon liked him.
And for Dongwoo… He’d never met anyone like Howon before and he was just showing that to Howon. But Howon was obviously not ready for something like a relationship, especially not a boyfriend, so Dongwoo decided not to push it.
Dongwoo caught himself gazing longingly at Howon’s lips and blushed. Sure Howon didn’t move at all when he kissed him, but that only made him want to kiss the younger again even more. He was going make Howon kiss him back.
Suddenly, something like a stampede interrupted Dongwoo’s thoughts.
‘What’s that noise?’ Dongwoo asked Howon who was also staring at the door.
‘Sunggyu,’ Howon answered, standing up. ‘Let’s go.’
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‘It’s happening!’
‘Oh gosh, someone’s finally getting caught!’
‘Who is it?’
‘I don’t know… Do you think it’s Nam Woohyun? He’s always getting told off by the teachers for something.’
Woohyun’s ears perked up as he heard two freshman talking about him. ‘Um… what’s me?’ he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
The students turned around to be face-to-face with Woohyun, looking astounded. ‘Oh my God, he’s here! Then who’s getting punished?’ the young student gasped to the other, by his side.
‘Wait what? What do you mean by punished?’ Woohyun questioned frantically. He was pretty damn sure it had something to do with the student body president since Myungsoo had stated that he’d be “punished” if he kept being late to class and such.
‘Kim Sunggyu,’ the student answered matter-of-factly.
‘What about Kim Sunggyu? What’s he doing?’
‘Well, he’s…’ he trailed off unsurely, side-eyeing his friend.
Woohyun growled, growing impatient, ‘Fucking tell me!’ He grabbed the student’s blazer threateningly, glaring directly into his eyes.
‘I - If you really want to find out that badly… Usually people avoid the bleachers when it’s happening, but run over there now if you are that brave.’
Woohyun didn’t need to be told twice and sprinted to wherever the hell the bleachers were - It was still his first week and he still had no fucking idea how to get around the goddamn school.
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Much to Sungyeol’s annoyance, Myungsoo followed him to the restroom and almost stepped into the toilet cubicle with him, laughing amusedly. He had to use all his strength to shove the other out. After Sungyeol slammed the toilet door shut, Myungsoo leaned against the sink and stared at the cubicle, asking obscene questions that had Sungyeol screaming in frustration: Do you pull your pants down all the way to your ankles? Are you a front-wiper? Do you wipe the seat before you sit? Do you tug on your junk to make sure it doesn’t get splashed? Do you drop a lot of toilet paper so your junk doesn’t get splashed? Are you shitting yet?
After Sungyeol did his business, he let out an angry grunt and stepped out of the cubicle, heading straight towards the faucets and ignoring Myungsoo’s Was it a big one?
He pressed the soap dispenser but it failed to do it’s only purpose. Myungsoo retrieved soap from another dispenser for him and place it in Sungyeol’s hand. The older student pouted and proceeded to wash his hands. Myungsoo stuck his hands under the running water with his and helped him with the soap suds. The touching made Sungyeol snap, flicking water everywhere. ‘Stop it!’ he screeched, elbowing the younger away.
‘What’s it?’ Myungsoo chuckled, holding his hands under the automatic hand dryer.
Sungyeol had to raise his voice so he could be heard over the machine. (Okay, he would’ve been heard anyway, but you get the point.) ‘Doing things for me… I don’t need your help, I’m not a kid.’
Waiting for the hand dryer to switch off, Myungsoo retorted, ‘Maybe if you stopped acting like one, I’d stop treating you like one.’
There was something that sounded a lot like a crowd of hormonal teenage boys racing through the hallways and Sungyeol’s eyes widened at the treacherous sound of it. ‘What’s the fuss?’ he mumbled cutely - In Myungsoo’s opinion, anyway.
Myungsoo rolled his eyes and sauntered towards the bathroom door, opening it open for Sungyeol to step through. ‘My brother’s a maniac, that’s what,’ he deadpanned dryly.
‘What do you mean?’ Sungyeol muttered, tilting his head as the door shut behind them.
‘Want to come watch?’
‘Is it bad?’
Myungsoo clicked his tongue. ‘It depends.’
‘Depends on what?’
‘What the victim did.’
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Woohyun saw practically the whole school crowding around the windows on the first and second floors, all watching something whilst safely behind glass. Grabbing whichever student he caught first, he tugged their sleeve and asked frantically, ‘How do I get to the bleachers?’
Every student surrounding them stared at Woohyun in a horror before pointing, all pointing towards the same direction. Woohyun didn’t give a care and just bolted. The way everyone acted towards Sunggyu, the way they politely bowed to him, the stories they spread about him - Woohyun was so excited to find out why, what did Sunggyu have that he didn’t.
He harshly opened a door that was beneath a sign which read Emergency Exit and stumbled out onto the school’s sporting grounds. Sunggyu’s back was in front of him, in the distance, and he made his way in that path.
But when he was close enough to see what Sunggyu was doing, he almost stumbled back in surprise.
‘S - Sunggyu?’ he stammered hoarsely.
Sunggyu was breathing heavily, sweating everywhere. The sleeves of his blazer were rolled up to his elbows, his tie loosened and thrown over his shoulder, and in his hand was the collar of a student’s shirt. Inside the shirt was a very scared-looking student whom Woohyun didn’t recognise.
‘Why are you here?’ Sunggyu hummed darkly, not giving Woohyun a second glance as he rammed a fist into the student’s stomach, making him gasp and cough. Sunggyu was relentlessly beating the kid up, kicking and hit his torso - He never hit them anywhere the uniform didn’t cover. By the look on the kid’s face, Woohyun knew he was utterly terrified of the student body president - that was blatantly obvious - but something in his eyes emitted a whole lot of guiltiness that Woohyun didn’t understand.
After a long pause, another fierce punch was sent to the boy’s chest and he heaved a strangled sighed.
‘Oh, so this is why people treat him like a mafia boss.’
‘What… are you doing?’ Woohyun voiced, clearly mesmerised by the hollows in Sunggyu’s neck and veins on his forearm.
‘Keeping the peace,’ Sunggyu replied without difficulty, kicking this time. Woohyun watched as Sunggyu’s flexed thigh muscles relaxed as he put his leg down. He watched as Sunggyu’s perfect hand form a fist and drove into the student’s abdomen. He analysed how the tendons in Sunggyu’s forearms disappeared as his muscled relaxed and he let the kid fall to the grass. Sunggyu flicked his hair to one side, licking his lips with a sheen of saliva, and rolled down his sleeves. He fixed his tie, picked up his blazer from the grass and threw it back on easily.
Woohyun watched with his mouth agape. He was astounded… He really shouldn’t have been so turned-on by this.
‘Don’t do it again,’ Sunggyu commanded, voice low and velvety, before walking off to the school building.
Woohyun’s never heard such a sexy voice before and it completely dumbfounded him that Sunggyu was so amazingly hot while punishing some freshman behind the bleachers.
What the hell.
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Sungyeol’s face was pressed against the window as he screamed, ‘What the hell was that!’
Dongwoo stared dumbly as Sunggyu’s figure approached the building and everyone spread out, the show already finished. His fingers poked the glass, following Sunggyu’s face. ‘He looks so innocent with his doughy cheeks,’ Dongwoo murmured, subconsciously pouting.
‘Yep, that’s my brother. The mean, lean, punching machine,’ Myungsoo sighed, bored. He slipped an arm around Sungyeol’s shoulders, but the other didn’t notice and turned his head towards him, looking completely confused. Myungsoo smiled and teased, ‘Regret letting me take you here to see that?’
‘No,’ the older boy shook his head slowly, ‘because now I’m going to be a good boy and not get the wind beaten out of me.’
‘I’m surprised the teachers don’t stop him,’ Dongwoo commented, glancing at Howon who was just standing there nonchalantly, beside a yawning Sungjong, like nobody’s business.
Sungjong explained casually, ‘They don’t because everyone who’s been punished has shown significant improvement in their grades right after.’
Sungyeol was still staring intently at Myungsoo’s face and was too stunned at seeing Sunggyu do… that to notice Myungsoo’s hand creeping lower and lower down his back. ‘What about their parents?’ Sungyeol asked innocently, eyes growing big and round. Myungsoo just wanted to squish his adorable face (but in all honestly, he’d rather squish his butt).
‘They don’t know jackshit,’ Myungsoo scoffed, not seeing his brother’s behaviour abnormal in the slightest.
‘Why didn’t Woohyun stop him? He was right there!’ Dongwoo shouted, flabbergasted. He then peered through the glass again and mumbled, ‘…He’s still right there.’
Myungsoo shrugged. ‘Well, Hyun did look like he was going to pop a boner, so…’
‘Ew, that’s disgusting,’ Sungjong barked, slapping Myungsoo’s shoulder as he scrunched his nose.
‘Hey! It’s not my fault that guy has weird fetishes,’ he chuckles, his hand sliding down to cup Sungyeol’s ass. The latter finally realised.
‘DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU BABOON’S RIGHT BUTT CHEEK!’
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AN\ Then again, once things are done, they’re done. You cannot reverse what you did and therefore regretting is useless, it’s worthless, and eats you up for doing absolutely nothing.
^ This is just a bit of my philosophy. ;) Nothing important.
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Five | Woohyun/Sunggyu, Hoya(Howon)/Dongwoo, L(Myungsoo)/Sungyeol | Fluff > Crack | PG13 (for cussing and sexual references)
Summary: Typical high school fic in which Woohyun is no longer top dog, Myungsoo’s life becomes interesting, Howon finally feels something and Sungjong discovers his future.
(poster by chocolate_ai)
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It was Friday and Woohyun had biology first thing in the morning. He had pretty much sprinted all the way to class, just arriving there on time by a tenth of a second - Being on time one day was hard enough, but being on time three days in a row was almost impossible to Woohyun. As he panted, he strutted over to his usual seat next to Sunggyu and sat himself down. Sunggyu side-eyed him and then checked the time on his phone.
‘Impressive,’ the older student thought, amused smile playing at his lips.
Woohyun swallowed, doing his best to even out his breathing. When the teacher started her lesson, Woohyun looked over at Sunggyu next to him and grinned sheepishly. Sunggyu sensed the look and gazed at Woohyun, to his right, and the younger’s grin became wider. In a strange way, it felt like a challenge, like an invitation to counterattack and Sunggyu found it a little exciting. Someone was actually testing his boundaries - no one dared to look at Sunggyu with such boldness. Usually they just shied away, did exactly what he told them to and shut the heck up.
‘SBP, I want to tell you an interesting fact,’ Woohyun whispered softly. Sunggyu rose both his eyebrows at him, but got only silence in return. Neither of them said anything, but no sounds were distinct to their ears. The teacher was talking, but neither of them were listening; she sounded like muffled spitting of facts and empty words.
The older student waited for a response rather curiously because all Woohyun was doing was looking at him with that stupid, toothy smile on his face. Then he turned to the front of the class, still not paying any attention to the lesson, with his head down and Sunggyu became really puzzled. Sunggyu turned to the front as well, still suspicious.
And then it hit him: Woohyun took his phone. Woohyun was putting his number into his phone. Woohyun was texting his own phone to get Sunggyu’s number.
‘The fact is,’ Woohyun continued, still whispering, ‘I want to text you and call you, and ask you stupid questions, whenever I please.’ There’s this sickening, accomplished smile on Woohyun’s face and when he slips the device back into Sunggyu’s fingers, the older student is dumbfounded.
Sunggyu got tricked and Woohyun just knew it.
‘If you start sending me inappropriate photos,’ Sunggyu proclaimed loud enough for the students around them to hear, ‘I’m meeting you behind the bleachers.’
The students around them visibly froze with fear at the word bleachers. The area wasn’t exactly designated only for such punishments - sometimes groups of students would even sit in that area during lunch or to cool down after gym class - but it wasn’t a pleasant place to be when Sunggyu was there. Definitely not.
However, Woohyun was confused, still not knowing anything.
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‘Could you stop… staring at me?’ Sungyeol gritted his teeth, making sure his death glare was less obvious before turning to the younger beside him.
Sungyeol didn’t even try to run away from Myungsoo anymore. That guy either had supernatural hunting abilities or embedded a tracking device in Sungyeol’s skin. How easily he found him was not normal, not in their giant school anyway. So here they were, walking side-by-side as Myungsoo continued to have his eyes pinned on the boy next to him - he must’ve had powers that allowed him to walk through solid objects too.
Myungsoo grinned smugly and petted his head. ‘I would if I could,’ he cooed and all Sungyeol wanted to do was gag. That answer was so Woohyun-like.
‘Am I that good-looking that you have to keep staring at me?’ Sungyeol asked arrogantly, slapping Myungsoo away and fixing his hair.
‘Yep,’ Myungsoo replied without hesitating.
Sungyeol froze for ten seconds, not at all expecting that answer that flowed from the younger’s lips so readily. Myungsoo thought he was good-looking? Now his ego has had its breakfast.
They stopped by Myungsoo’s locker first to place his books in, since his locker was closer to their literature class and whatnot. ‘What? Expecting a different answer?’ Myungsoo asked after not receiving an answer for quite some time.
‘Maybe,’ Sungyeol mumbled, pout evident in his voice. The older boy then pulls at his collar - why did Spring have to be so humid? ‘Ah, it’s hot.’
Myungsoo saw his discomfort and tried to take his blazer off for him, tugging at the folds to take it off Sungyeol’s shoulders.
‘W - What are you doing?!’ Sungyeol spluttered, stepping backwards in alarm. Every instance of Myungsoo touching him was dangerous, so he needed to be careful. After asking around, primarily asking the East campus students, Sungyeol found out what kind of skilful playboy Myungsoo was. Apparently, he could get you in bed before you even comprehended that he said hello to you.
‘Helping you,’ Myungsoo merely answered, reaching out for Sungyeol’s blazer.
Sungyeol slapped him away in frustration. ‘You’re so annoying,’ he whined childishly.
‘And you’re such a princess,’ Myungsoo scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Sungyeol saw that Myungsoo was done with putting his books away and began walking off to find his locker. After walking about ten metres, he noticed that Myungsoo was just standing there, still in front of his locker.
‘Aren’t you going to follow me?’ he questioned, curious at the weirdly soft smile Myungsoo was shooting him.
‘Your wish is my command, princess.’
Sungyeol most definitely regretted mentioning Myungsoo’s stalking.
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Howon and Dongwoo were in the empty gymnasium again, just enjoying each other’s company. Dongwoo brought along two cans of iced coffee and was amused by how the younger’s eyes lit up when he offered the drink to him. Dongwoo noted to always bring along drinks when he was with Howon.
All that could be heard was the slurping of sugary coffee and shuffling of feet echoing in the empty hall. The acoustics in the gym were amazing. It must’ve been the varnish on the courts or the high ceiling. Dongwoo really liked it. When he talked his voice flourished and he felt like he was being listened to.
‘Can I ask you something?’ Dongwoo asked suddenly, watching Howon gulp down the rest of his drink - Judging by how long it took him to finish it, Dongwoo realised Howon really liked sweet drinks.
‘What is it?’ Howon replied.
‘Why do you cut yourself?’
Howon’s pupils dilated and he turned to Dongwoo, visibly unfazed but the silence Dongwoo received told otherwise.
‘S - Sorry… if the question is a bit…’ Dongwoo stammered awkwardly, scratching his head.
There’s a strange pause between both of them. Dongwoo guessed that Howon just ignored the question and returned to silence, but he had a suspicion that Howon was thinking deeply about it. It didn’t make sense, but he could practically feel the younger thinking thoroughly about the question beside him.
‘Because I feel numb,’ Howon muttered smoothly.
‘What?’
‘I just can’t feel anything sometimes,’ he explained, ‘Not feeling anything is dangerous, so I make myself feel something.’
Everything turned back to suffocating silence for a minute or two because Dongwoo didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t know if it would be appropriate to tell him to stop hurting himself again, to stop making himself bleed, like he did yesterday just to confirm because self-harm isn’t exactly something you can just stop. Maybe he should’ve dropped it and started a different topic of conversation. Dongwoo searched Howon’s expression for answers. He looked to his right and saw Howon staring right back at him, as though expecting the older to say something. And so Dongwoo chose to lighten up the mood a little. But maybe he shouldn’t have. Then again, once things are done, they’re done. You cannot reverse what you did and therefore regretting is useless, it’s worthless, and eats you up for doing absolutely nothing.
Dongwoo smiled and leaned in close, into Howon’s personal space. The latter didn’t budge. Even when Dongwoo’s thick lips gently grazed against his own, he didn’t budge. Didn’t move a muscle. He just watched in fascination as Dongwoo’s eyelids fluttered shut and his lips slid against his. And it felt so utterly blissful that Howon couldn’t help closing his eyes too.
Dongwoo pulled them apart with a giggle as he sat up straight and analysed Howon’s stunned expression. ‘Did you feel that?’ he asked innocently, holding Howon’s hand in his.
‘Y - Yeah.’ Howon still couldn’t get his mind around what just happened.
Upon hearing the other’s answer, Dongwoo smirked cheekily and gasped in amusement, ‘Lee Howon, did you just stutter?’
‘D - Did I?’
Dongwoo broke out into a fit of laughter and exclaimed, ‘I think I broke you.’
Howon blinked blankly at his hand in Dongwoo’s in return. He didn’t know what this meant while Dongwoo knew perfectly well. They liked each other, heck, even Dongwoo knew that. Howon surely liked him because why else would Lee Howon allow a stranger to be in his presence and talk to him and tell him ridiculous stories and force him to smile and hug him and cry into his shoulder while his bloody hands were pulled apart? Everything Sunggyu told him - stories of how Howon didn’t like new people, how he didn’t care for them - made him certain about that fact that Howon liked him.
And for Dongwoo… He’d never met anyone like Howon before and he was just showing that to Howon. But Howon was obviously not ready for something like a relationship, especially not a boyfriend, so Dongwoo decided not to push it.
Dongwoo caught himself gazing longingly at Howon’s lips and blushed. Sure Howon didn’t move at all when he kissed him, but that only made him want to kiss the younger again even more. He was going make Howon kiss him back.
Suddenly, something like a stampede interrupted Dongwoo’s thoughts.
‘What’s that noise?’ Dongwoo asked Howon who was also staring at the door.
‘Sunggyu,’ Howon answered, standing up. ‘Let’s go.’
-
‘It’s happening!’
‘Oh gosh, someone’s finally getting caught!’
‘Who is it?’
‘I don’t know… Do you think it’s Nam Woohyun? He’s always getting told off by the teachers for something.’
Woohyun’s ears perked up as he heard two freshman talking about him. ‘Um… what’s me?’ he asked curiously, raising an eyebrow.
The students turned around to be face-to-face with Woohyun, looking astounded. ‘Oh my God, he’s here! Then who’s getting punished?’ the young student gasped to the other, by his side.
‘Wait what? What do you mean by punished?’ Woohyun questioned frantically. He was pretty damn sure it had something to do with the student body president since Myungsoo had stated that he’d be “punished” if he kept being late to class and such.
‘Kim Sunggyu,’ the student answered matter-of-factly.
‘What about Kim Sunggyu? What’s he doing?’
‘Well, he’s…’ he trailed off unsurely, side-eyeing his friend.
Woohyun growled, growing impatient, ‘Fucking tell me!’ He grabbed the student’s blazer threateningly, glaring directly into his eyes.
‘I - If you really want to find out that badly… Usually people avoid the bleachers when it’s happening, but run over there now if you are that brave.’
Woohyun didn’t need to be told twice and sprinted to wherever the hell the bleachers were - It was still his first week and he still had no fucking idea how to get around the goddamn school.
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Much to Sungyeol’s annoyance, Myungsoo followed him to the restroom and almost stepped into the toilet cubicle with him, laughing amusedly. He had to use all his strength to shove the other out. After Sungyeol slammed the toilet door shut, Myungsoo leaned against the sink and stared at the cubicle, asking obscene questions that had Sungyeol screaming in frustration: Do you pull your pants down all the way to your ankles? Are you a front-wiper? Do you wipe the seat before you sit? Do you tug on your junk to make sure it doesn’t get splashed? Do you drop a lot of toilet paper so your junk doesn’t get splashed? Are you shitting yet?
After Sungyeol did his business, he let out an angry grunt and stepped out of the cubicle, heading straight towards the faucets and ignoring Myungsoo’s Was it a big one?
He pressed the soap dispenser but it failed to do it’s only purpose. Myungsoo retrieved soap from another dispenser for him and place it in Sungyeol’s hand. The older student pouted and proceeded to wash his hands. Myungsoo stuck his hands under the running water with his and helped him with the soap suds. The touching made Sungyeol snap, flicking water everywhere. ‘Stop it!’ he screeched, elbowing the younger away.
‘What’s it?’ Myungsoo chuckled, holding his hands under the automatic hand dryer.
Sungyeol had to raise his voice so he could be heard over the machine. (Okay, he would’ve been heard anyway, but you get the point.) ‘Doing things for me… I don’t need your help, I’m not a kid.’
Waiting for the hand dryer to switch off, Myungsoo retorted, ‘Maybe if you stopped acting like one, I’d stop treating you like one.’
There was something that sounded a lot like a crowd of hormonal teenage boys racing through the hallways and Sungyeol’s eyes widened at the treacherous sound of it. ‘What’s the fuss?’ he mumbled cutely - In Myungsoo’s opinion, anyway.
Myungsoo rolled his eyes and sauntered towards the bathroom door, opening it open for Sungyeol to step through. ‘My brother’s a maniac, that’s what,’ he deadpanned dryly.
‘What do you mean?’ Sungyeol muttered, tilting his head as the door shut behind them.
‘Want to come watch?’
‘Is it bad?’
Myungsoo clicked his tongue. ‘It depends.’
‘Depends on what?’
‘What the victim did.’
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Woohyun saw practically the whole school crowding around the windows on the first and second floors, all watching something whilst safely behind glass. Grabbing whichever student he caught first, he tugged their sleeve and asked frantically, ‘How do I get to the bleachers?’
Every student surrounding them stared at Woohyun in a horror before pointing, all pointing towards the same direction. Woohyun didn’t give a care and just bolted. The way everyone acted towards Sunggyu, the way they politely bowed to him, the stories they spread about him - Woohyun was so excited to find out why, what did Sunggyu have that he didn’t.
He harshly opened a door that was beneath a sign which read Emergency Exit and stumbled out onto the school’s sporting grounds. Sunggyu’s back was in front of him, in the distance, and he made his way in that path.
But when he was close enough to see what Sunggyu was doing, he almost stumbled back in surprise.
‘S - Sunggyu?’ he stammered hoarsely.
Sunggyu was breathing heavily, sweating everywhere. The sleeves of his blazer were rolled up to his elbows, his tie loosened and thrown over his shoulder, and in his hand was the collar of a student’s shirt. Inside the shirt was a very scared-looking student whom Woohyun didn’t recognise.
‘Why are you here?’ Sunggyu hummed darkly, not giving Woohyun a second glance as he rammed a fist into the student’s stomach, making him gasp and cough. Sunggyu was relentlessly beating the kid up, kicking and hit his torso - He never hit them anywhere the uniform didn’t cover. By the look on the kid’s face, Woohyun knew he was utterly terrified of the student body president - that was blatantly obvious - but something in his eyes emitted a whole lot of guiltiness that Woohyun didn’t understand.
After a long pause, another fierce punch was sent to the boy’s chest and he heaved a strangled sighed.
‘Oh, so this is why people treat him like a mafia boss.’
‘What… are you doing?’ Woohyun voiced, clearly mesmerised by the hollows in Sunggyu’s neck and veins on his forearm.
‘Keeping the peace,’ Sunggyu replied without difficulty, kicking this time. Woohyun watched as Sunggyu’s flexed thigh muscles relaxed as he put his leg down. He watched as Sunggyu’s perfect hand form a fist and drove into the student’s abdomen. He analysed how the tendons in Sunggyu’s forearms disappeared as his muscled relaxed and he let the kid fall to the grass. Sunggyu flicked his hair to one side, licking his lips with a sheen of saliva, and rolled down his sleeves. He fixed his tie, picked up his blazer from the grass and threw it back on easily.
Woohyun watched with his mouth agape. He was astounded… He really shouldn’t have been so turned-on by this.
‘Don’t do it again,’ Sunggyu commanded, voice low and velvety, before walking off to the school building.
Woohyun’s never heard such a sexy voice before and it completely dumbfounded him that Sunggyu was so amazingly hot while punishing some freshman behind the bleachers.
What the hell.
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Sungyeol’s face was pressed against the window as he screamed, ‘What the hell was that!’
Dongwoo stared dumbly as Sunggyu’s figure approached the building and everyone spread out, the show already finished. His fingers poked the glass, following Sunggyu’s face. ‘He looks so innocent with his doughy cheeks,’ Dongwoo murmured, subconsciously pouting.
‘Yep, that’s my brother. The mean, lean, punching machine,’ Myungsoo sighed, bored. He slipped an arm around Sungyeol’s shoulders, but the other didn’t notice and turned his head towards him, looking completely confused. Myungsoo smiled and teased, ‘Regret letting me take you here to see that?’
‘No,’ the older boy shook his head slowly, ‘because now I’m going to be a good boy and not get the wind beaten out of me.’
‘I’m surprised the teachers don’t stop him,’ Dongwoo commented, glancing at Howon who was just standing there nonchalantly, beside a yawning Sungjong, like nobody’s business.
Sungjong explained casually, ‘They don’t because everyone who’s been punished has shown significant improvement in their grades right after.’
Sungyeol was still staring intently at Myungsoo’s face and was too stunned at seeing Sunggyu do… that to notice Myungsoo’s hand creeping lower and lower down his back. ‘What about their parents?’ Sungyeol asked innocently, eyes growing big and round. Myungsoo just wanted to squish his adorable face (but in all honestly, he’d rather squish his butt).
‘They don’t know jackshit,’ Myungsoo scoffed, not seeing his brother’s behaviour abnormal in the slightest.
‘Why didn’t Woohyun stop him? He was right there!’ Dongwoo shouted, flabbergasted. He then peered through the glass again and mumbled, ‘…He’s still right there.’
Myungsoo shrugged. ‘Well, Hyun did look like he was going to pop a boner, so…’
‘Ew, that’s disgusting,’ Sungjong barked, slapping Myungsoo’s shoulder as he scrunched his nose.
‘Hey! It’s not my fault that guy has weird fetishes,’ he chuckles, his hand sliding down to cup Sungyeol’s ass. The latter finally realised.
‘DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU BABOON’S RIGHT BUTT CHEEK!’
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AN\ Then again, once things are done, they’re done. You cannot reverse what you did and therefore regretting is useless, it’s worthless, and eats you up for doing absolutely nothing.
^ This is just a bit of my philosophy. ;) Nothing important.
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