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Eleven | 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 Tuesday and therefore Woohyun had biology first period. He sat beside Sunggyu like he normally would, but as soon as he sat down he realised Sunggyu wasn’t being normal. He was being abnormal. Sunggyu was burning holes through the whiteboard, still not giving a rat’s ass about biology and pollination and how bees reproduce. But he wasn’t playing with his phone or game console (He’d steal it from Myungsoo every time his phone ran out of batteries.) and he definitely didn’t give a crap that Woohyun was looking at him funny. It was weird.
‘Is something wrong?’ Woohyun asked carefully.
‘No,’ Sunggyu snapped, ‘Why?’
Woohyun tapped his fingers on the desk and mumbled unsurely, ‘You’re… not on your phone.’
Sunggyu took in a sharp breath and tore his eyes away from Woohyun, his eyelash fluttering as he steadied his now hitched breathing. Licking his lips, he ripped out a few sheets of paper from his exercise book and place it on the table, between them.
‘Do your work,’ he muttered softly before he retrieved a pen and started jotting down what was on the board. Woohyun took the sheets of paper and frowned at Sunggyu’s odd behaviour.
Something was definitely up. It wasn’t going to stop his plan, however.
-
Dongwoo ran away together with Howon, or so it seemed like to Woohyun because Dongwoo wouldn’t pick up his phone. And Sungjong stole Sungyeol away for some odd reason. Myungsoo was with Woohyun and the latter wasn’t really happy. That morning’s Sunggyu was still confusing him.
‘Is there something wrong with Sunggyu today?’ Woohyun asked, looking up from the marble floor he was sitting on.
Myungsoo flailed his arms in the air and then closed his locker with a bang. ‘Why is everyone asking me that?’ he grunted in exasperation.
Woohyun looked quizzical. ‘You don’t notice it?’
‘What’s there to notice? He’s probably just tired or sick of being a virgin,’ Myungsoo answered half-hearted, scanning the crowd of West campus students that was slowly walking past. It was like he was internet shopping, in all honesty.
Woohyun retorted bitterly, ‘Well, he’s acting like he’s sick of life.’
‘Just don’t worry,’ Myungsoo advised. He smacked Woohyun’s head as he ran off, singing, ‘Carry on and flirt with some West campus juniors.’
While Myungsoo disappeared into the distance, arm around a West campus junior whom Woohyun had nailed before, (They never talked to each other after that. Woohyun was regrettably damn drunk and West campus wasn’t exactly somewhere where you can find a stranger among all the trash and utter chaos.) Woohyun sighed to himself and he decided Myungsoo was right.
He shouldn’t feel bad over what he was going to do to Myungsoo’s brother.
-
Right after the dismissal bell, Dongwoo went straight up to Howon’s locker (It was pretty much one of the only two places he knew how to get to on his own.) and found him. He awaited a greeting with a sweet smile, which turned into a pout when Howon didn’t say hello and instead neatly placed his books onto the locker shelf. Once he was done, Dongwoo grabbed his wrist and dragged him down the hallway excitedly. Dongwoo’s fingers slid down Howon’s wrist and intertwined with Howon’s fingers.
‘What are you doing?’ Howon asked, looking pointedly at their hands.
After handing Howon a mango-flavoured jelly drink, Dongwoo hauled him down the staircase and found the gymnasium (which was the other only place he knew how to get to).
‘Holding your hand,’ Dongwoo replied simply, squeezing the younger’s hand in emphasis.
‘Why?’
‘Because I want to,’ Dongwoo teased, sticking his tongue out.
Upon seeing Dongwoo’s silly expression, Howon smiled and questioned, ‘Why do you want to?’
Dongwoo pushed through the double doors of the gym and mentioned, ‘You know, you always have so many questions.’
With their hands still together, they walked over to the seats and sat right in the middle, like they always do.
‘I normally don’t,’ Howon said, ‘Not with other people.’
Dongwoo grinned. ‘Then why do you with me?’
Howon’s brow furrowed as he responded, ‘I can never read you. Out of everyone I’ve ever encountered, you’re the hardest person to read.’
‘I wonder why.’ Kicking the air with his legs, Dongwoo pursed his lips in thought. It was true that Howon could analyse anyone and most of the time it was easy, but Dongwoo was impossible to read.
‘Because there’s nothing to read,’ Howon answered after sipping on the overly-sweet jelly, ‘You always tell the truth and you always act what your heart is telling you to.’
Dongwoo stopped kicking and looked at the younger student intently.
‘You are everything your head intends to be and it fascinates me to no end.’
‘Why?’ Now Dongwoo was the one asking questions.
‘Because no one else can be so open and honest like you. It just isn’t scientifically, or even humanely, possible.’
Dongwoo blushed at Howon’s straight-forwardness. You’d figure that he’d be used to it by now, but no.
Howon summarised, ‘You’re unique.’
After a rather awkward (for Dongwoo, anyway) period of quiet foot tapping, Dongwoo laid down, head in Howon’s lap. His leg muscles were warm and comforting. Dongwoo took hold Howon’s hand again and placed it on his forehead for more warmth (and more skin-on-skin contact, Dongwoo refused to admit.)
Howon pondered, ‘Do you consider me a friend?’
‘Uh-huh,’ Dongwoo answered easily, yawning. Howon’s lap was very comfortable.
They were friends? Howon thought that didn’t add up or make sense because friends weren’t obscenely different. Friends were friends because of common interests like taste in music or computer games or sports. Howon and Dongwoo were different in almost every way imaginable. How could they possibly be friends?
‘We’re very different,’ Howon countered.
Dongwoo snorted. ‘So? Everyone is different.’
Howon looked down at the head on his thighs, Dongwoo grinning brightly up at him.
‘Besides, if we were alike it wouldn’t be fun when we hang out,’ Dongwoo retorted.
Howon nodded and decided that statement seemed correct. ‘I guess that’s plausible,’ he said.
‘Of course it is, I’m a genius!’
‘But that’s not based on your chemistry grades.’
‘Shut up,’ Dongwoo laughed, softly hitting the side of Howon’s face.
-
When lunch started, Woohyun felt himself disappearing into the sea of students. All his mind, body and soul wanted to do was reverse that and make him stand out. He wanted to do it as soon as possible. Maybe he was paranoid, just a little, that maybe once he blended in there was no way of re-stepping onto the pedestal. Maybe all those years of the attention made him afraid he could lose it all in one go and never get it back.
Woohyun threw on his backpack and started searching the school for the student body president.
To: Cutie
Where are you?
Who was he kidding? Woohyun couldn’t possibly find Sunggyu. The school was a fucking five-storey building with over two thousand students he needed to sift through.
From: Cutie
In the music room. Third floor
Woohyun smiled. That was easier than he thought it would be. Without further ado, Woohyun sprinted up the stairs to find this music room which they apparently used to hang out at all the time. It didn’t take long for Woohyun to find it, as there was a big sign that read MUSIC ROOM with a black arrow pointing towards the door. He opened the door and inspected the massive room. There were instruments everywhere and a piano at the far wall. On the wall to his right, there was a huge window that allowed you to see the rooms opposite. (The school building was a U-shape.) Strangely enough, Sunggyu was sitting right in the centre, among the chairs. The older student was staring unfocusedly into space and looked rather down. Woohyun kind of felt bad for what he was going to do. Just kind of.
He closed the door behind him - He had a feeling things were going to get a little messy. ‘You seem to be in a bad mood today,’ Woohyun commented, sitting on the seat next to Sunggyu.
Sunggyu looked up and Woohyun swore he’d never seen Sunggyu look so vulnerable and innocent.
Woohyun gulped and unzipped his bag. ‘So I’m giving you a present,’ he mumbled. Sunggyu lifted his head in curiosity and then his heart stopped when Woohyun showed him his present. It was a stethoscope, hanging from Woohyun’s fingers. It was his father’s stethoscope. Woohyun smirked and Sunggyu cracked.
Sunggyu finally broke.
He stood up, snatching the stethoscope from Woohyun’s hand and he stormed to the window frame. With trembling fingers, he pulled the curtain across. Whatever he was going to do, he didn’t want anybody to see them.
Woohyun knew Sunggyu was going to bring him to near death, probably knock him into a coma. A student went to hospital and is now in a coma - Well isn’t that a great-sounding rumour. Woohyun knew Sunggyu wouldn’t let him off easy, not this time.
However, Woohyun only thought he knew.
As Sunggyu turned around to face the younger, that black, demon-like look wasn’t there. He didn’t look murderous or like he was going to beat the daylights out of Woohyun. More than anything, Sunggyu looked hurt, he looked vulnerable, he looked so utterly broken and Woohyun just knew he went too far.
Sunggyu was crying, cheeks gleaming with tears and lips reddened from being bitten. He was choking and sniffling and Woohyun was frozen still, not knowing what to do.
‘Do you not understand?’ Sunggyu growled, ‘Do you not fucking understand how hard it is?!’
‘S - Sunggyu,’ Woohyun stuttered. He pulled Sunggyu into his embrace and hugged him tight, palm of his hand rubbing over Sunggyu’s shivering muscles. Sunggyu didn’t move, he became limp in Woohyun’s arms and didn’t hug the other back. He felt like dead weight in Woohyun’s arms, lifeless and defenceless. Woohyun felt the older boy’s tears on his own cheek as he whispered, ‘I’m so sorry.’ Sunggyu didn’t reply.
Woohyun finally broke Sunggyu. He finally made Sunggyu lose it, he finally made Sunggyu’s cheeks red (even if it was from crying and not embarrassment), he finally made Sunggyu speechless. But shit, this wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want this.
‘I’m fucking stupid, I know.’
-
Flirting became boring so Myungsoo entered the cafeteria and ran up to Sungyeol and grabbed his arm, spinning him around like in those dramas. ‘Why are you mad at me?’ Myungsoo grunted.
Sungyeol flung his hand away, again, like in those dramas, and barked, ‘Because you’re a crappy brother and I hate you!’
Myungsoo sighed and wrapped his arms around Sungyeol’s waist, lips pressed together in a thin line. ‘Want me to make it up to you?’ he offered.
Sungyeol scrunched his face up, but didn’t bother to push the younger away - Myungsoo was as persistent as chewing gum that didn’t want to leave your hair.
‘How?’
Myungsoo looked over to the hot drinks vending machine and Sungyeol wanted to smooch him all over his face.
Coffee.
-
The hug eventually turned into the two boys sitting with their backs against the wall, on the carpet. They sat there in silence for a good ten minutes or so, listening to nothing but the muffled steps of students in the hallways. Sunggyu was still possessively grasping the stethoscope, letting his fingertips run over every tiny scratch and detail. Woohyun watched him, somewhat concerned.
‘Today is his death anniversary,’ Sunggyu finally spoke up.
‘Whose?’
‘My father’s,’ Sunggyu replied, pulling his knees up to chest. He pulled the stethoscope even closer to examine it.
‘Oh,’ Woohyun mumbled, ‘Sorry to hear that.’ And so Woohyun realised what a shitface he was. Brilliant.
Sunggyu didn’t mean to tell Woohyun anything. Woohyun was a fucking bastard that didn’t deserve to be talked to, but Sunggyu just needed to vent. He needed anybody that would listen and Woohyun was staying put and listening to his every word, every breath, like his life depended on it. Sunggyu just couldn’t help but empty his mind, let everything off his chest.
‘Four years ago he was in a car accident on his way home from work,’ Sunggyu begun.
Woohyun watched attentively as Sunggyu placed the stethoscope’s earpieces in his ears.
‘That’s why I told you not to be a bad influence to Myungsoo,’ Sunggyu explained, ‘I’m the only father figure he has.’
Sunggyu listened to his own heartbeat, exploring how his valves opened and closed in his torso.
He laughed to himself, ‘Parenting is really hard, especially with mum gone for work all the time. Myungsoo and I aren’t even a year apart in age, but I feel like he’s a baby because he’s so immature. He doesn’t know how hard life actually is and I’m afraid he’ll find out through experience.’
Woohyun felt the need to hold Sunggyu’s hand, but he didn’t do so because Sunggyu didn’t look up to it.
‘He was never close with our father… It was always dad and I, mum and Myungsoo,’ Sunggyu mumbled, smile now gone. He pulled the plugs out and let his father’s stethoscope fall to the floor.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Woohyun wanted to cheer the other up. ‘Your brother is smarter than he looks,’ Woohyun chuckled because it was kind of true, ‘You shouldn’t have to worry about him so much.’
Sunggyu smiled and laid his head on his kneecap, looking at the wall. Woohyun wondered why his shoulder wasn’t used instead, or at least why Sunggyu’s face wasn’t in his direction. ‘He has so much potential, but he’s completely ignorant and that’s why I worry so much,’ the oldest muttered softly.
‘You don’t have to. I’ll look after him,’ Woohyun insisted, still trying to lighten the mood, ‘And teaching him responsibility won’t be a problem. We have Sungyeol for that.’
Sunggyu laughed along with Woohyun. His head turned and now he was facing Woohyun, scanning his face.
And then realisation hit him. He had just told Woohyun everything. He’d told him everything he wouldn’t tell anybody, not even Howon. He just spilled everything that had been on his mind for years and he knew he couldn’t take it back.
Sunggyu stood up abruptly, lost in thought and mainly alarm. Woohyun couldn’t know any of this because that meant Myungsoo could know.
‘All of this… Please don’t tell anyone, especially Myungsoo,’ Sunggyu said in panic, heading for the door.
Before he could leave, Woohyun held his shoulder and shouted, ‘He’s your brother!’
‘If you tell him,’ Sunggyu warned, voice beginning to shake, ‘I’ll slaughter you.’
Woohyun didn’t mind getting slaughtered if it meant Sunggyu wouldn’t be so hurt and so bottled up, but Sunggyu didn’t want to be opened. Woohyun was at least smart enough to know that.
‘Alright, I won’t tell anybody,’ he relented on condition, ‘if…’
Sunggyu let Woohyun finish off.
‘If you let me help you.’
The older rolled his eyes and reached for the door knob. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t need help with anything,’
‘You obviously do,’ Woohyun argued, stepping forcefully in front of the doorway. ‘Don’t you at least want someone to talk to?’
Sunggyu scoffed in disbelief, ‘And you’d listen?’
‘To every word.’
Sunggyu blinked; Woohyun said that too confidently, way too easily. ‘Can I trust you?’ he asked.
‘With anything.’
‘Can I call you when I need it?’
‘At any time.’
‘If I wanted to see you, would you come out to see me?’
‘Anywhere.’
Woohyun hadn’t wavered even a little with all his answers. Being with Howon for so long made Sunggyu learn a little bit about reading people, and he knew what that meant.
It meant Woohyun was completely genuine.
‘Promise me you won’t tell anybody about what happened just now,’ Sunggyu requested quietly, almost a whisper.
‘I promise,’ Woohyun swore, side-stepping out of Sunggyu’s way.
Sunggyu smiled a little. ‘Thank you,’ he mumbled before leaving the room.
When the door closed, Woohyun sighed and rubbed his face, not sure what he was getting himself into. Why the hell was he doing all this? He insisted it was because Sunggyu was Myungsoo’s brother, but we all know that’s completely bullshit. He was doing it because he felt guilty for inflicting all that pain on Sunggyu even though he was going through so much. If you think about it, Woohyun really did just use Sunggyu for attention. And Woohyun realised just how disgusting what he did was.
Seeing as it was the least he could do at the moment, Woohyun tidied up the chairs and when he reached the wall, he saw the abandoned stethoscope on the carpet. He picked it up and went off to find Sunggyu. He wanted to give back something that meant so much to him.
-
‘No club today?’ Yongguk asked as he sat beside Sungjong, who was sitting in the cafeteria by himself.
Sungjong shrugged and replied, straw still in his mouth, ‘Don’t feel like it.’ He took a big sip of his smoothie and then rested his head in his palm, staring out into the distance.
‘You okay?’ Yongguk sincerely sounded concerned, like Sungjong was about to burst out into tears and whatnot.
‘Yeah, just worried,’ Sungjong chuckled. Yongguk seemed like a badass, and in many ways he was, but if you got to know him more you realised he was a big softie. Kind of like Sunggyu - Sunggyu was one of the hardest people to get through to, but he turned out to be the kindest person around. Sungjong had a feeling Howon was like that as well, but he’d yet to get through to him. No one had yet and Sungjong was counting on Dongwoo.
‘About what?’
‘Sunggyu-hyung,’ Sungjong answered.
‘Isn’t he the student body president?’ Yongguk exclaimed, ‘The one that threatened to smash the life out of me if I kept coming to class late?’
Sungjong laughed and nodded, ‘That sounds like him, yes.’
Leaning in close, the older of the two boys playfully whispered, ‘Want me to cheer you up?’ Sungjong giggled because his breath tickled his ear.
Yongguk placed two slips into Sungjong’s hand and waited for a response. ‘What’s this?’ Sungjong asked, ‘Two movie tickets to Paranormal Activity 4?’
‘I know that one, two and three were pathetic, but there aren’t any other horror movies around.’
Sungjong bit back a smile. Definitely a softie.
‘You in?’
‘Definitely.’
-
Woohyun had no idea where Sunggyu had gone off to and even if he did, he’d have no idea how to get there. Instead of bothering the SBP about his whereabouts, Woohyun bothered the SBP’s brother instead.
As soon as the ringing stopped, Woohyun heard: ‘Hyun, I’m fucking terrified at the moment.’
‘Hey Kim, have you seen your brother?’ Woohyun asked, ignoring Myungsoo’s over-dramatic tone and comment.
‘He has no last period because his chemistry teacher got sick and he told me he was skipping fifth period to go somewhere,’ Myungsoo whispered hastily. After a loud bang in the background, Myungsoo screamed, ‘Help me!’
‘The student body president skips class?’ Woohyun thought fondly to himself. Well, at least he knew not to worry as much over Sunggyu. He was probably heading home or something. ‘Why? What did you do?’ Woohyun finally acknowledged Myungsoo’s so-called threatened life.
‘I gave Yeol coffee!’
Woohyun’s body jolted. ‘YOU FUCKING IDIOT!’ he shouted. Everyone around him in the hallway halted and looked at him strangely. Woohyun just waved his hand off at them and paced down the hallway to find someone to hang out with.
‘I KNOW I AM!’ Myungsoo shrieked back. ‘OH GOD… That’s electrical, don’t touch it!’
Woohyun smirked and thought, ‘That’s what you get for not taking care of your brother.’
‘Well,’ Woohyun heaved, ‘Have fun.’
‘What?!’
‘Bye Myungsoo.’ He hung up and went to the cafeteria to find Sungjong flirting with Yongguk. And he decided to join in and embarrass the both of them in the meantime. Yongguk was always a dick and Sungjong was always sassy with him anyway. It was about time for payback.
-
‘Hey dad,’ Sunggyu greeted, kneeling on the grass. ‘Sorry, I didn’t bring anything.’
Sunggyu used a cloth to swipe his father’s photograph, getting every little spec of dirt and dust off. He was visiting his father’s grave at the cemetery, like he did every year.
‘I was going to bring some flowers, but then I remembered you’re allergic,’ he explained, laughing a little.
‘I just had to inherit that from you, now didn’t I,’ he joked, running his fingers along the edges of the memorial plate which was bronzed over time and covered in minuscule scratches.
‘I’m sorry for not bringing Myungsoo here,’ Sunggyu apologised. He never brought Myungsoo there, unless Myungsoo wanted to come or their mother made Myungsoo come.
Sunggyu continued heartedly, ‘He’s clumsy and forgetful, Kim Myungsoo. You can’t exactly blame him for forgetting.’
Running his thumb along his father’s engraved name, he lowered his voice, ‘Plus, he was so young and immature when you left.’
Sunggyu smiled bitterly. ‘He’s still immature now, actually.’
‘He’s a handful,’ he sighed, leaning back up until his back was straight. ‘But I’m trying my best to protect him.’
A leaf flew onto the memorial plate and Sunggyu flicked it off. ‘No matter how stupid he is, I’ll make sure he’s happy.’
His voice began trembling, ‘And mum too. I’ll protect them with everything I have and everything I’m worth.’
‘Like you always did,’ Sunggyu mumbled, feeling the tears well up in his eyes. He squeezed the hem of his shirt, forcing himself not to cry.
Sunggyu apologised again, ‘I’m sorry that I’m not doing a very good job at the moment.’
He tried to steady his breathing, tried to calm down his heart, but the tears got a hold of him. He began crying painfully and his tears were wetting the strip of grass and memorial plate in front of him.
‘But it’s so hard,’ he cried softly, voice breaking, ‘Dad, it’s so hard to make sure everyone is happy and healthy.’
‘It’s so hard,’ he sniffed, placing a warm hand onto the cold metal, ‘How the hell did you do it with such a big smile on your face?’
‘I wish you could talk to me,’ Sunggyu huffed, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, although they were rapidly getting replaced, ‘Not so you can tell me how to handle things, but rather so you can assure me that everything is going to be okay.’
He leaned his head down, bowing deeply. ‘I know it’s disrespectful to request something so burdensome - You’re the one who taught me that,’ he whispered, voice still shaky, ‘But please make sure Myungsoo is okay when I can’t.’
‘Please make sure I’m okay too,’ he added, looking down, ‘Because I’m starting to feel like I can’t handle it anymore.’
-
AN\ So Sunggyu is finally opening up… Someone throw up an anchor, this is going too fast. AND UM. YADONG MAKES ME WANT TO VOMMIT, BLEEEHHHHH!
And I’m sorry for depriving you guys of WooGyu for so long. To make up for it, I wrote a WooGyu smutshot >:P Don’t read if you are under 18 years old (like author-nim…)
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Eleven | 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 Tuesday and therefore Woohyun had biology first period. He sat beside Sunggyu like he normally would, but as soon as he sat down he realised Sunggyu wasn’t being normal. He was being abnormal. Sunggyu was burning holes through the whiteboard, still not giving a rat’s ass about biology and pollination and how bees reproduce. But he wasn’t playing with his phone or game console (He’d steal it from Myungsoo every time his phone ran out of batteries.) and he definitely didn’t give a crap that Woohyun was looking at him funny. It was weird.
‘Is something wrong?’ Woohyun asked carefully.
‘No,’ Sunggyu snapped, ‘Why?’
Woohyun tapped his fingers on the desk and mumbled unsurely, ‘You’re… not on your phone.’
Sunggyu took in a sharp breath and tore his eyes away from Woohyun, his eyelash fluttering as he steadied his now hitched breathing. Licking his lips, he ripped out a few sheets of paper from his exercise book and place it on the table, between them.
‘Do your work,’ he muttered softly before he retrieved a pen and started jotting down what was on the board. Woohyun took the sheets of paper and frowned at Sunggyu’s odd behaviour.
Something was definitely up. It wasn’t going to stop his plan, however.
-
Dongwoo ran away together with Howon, or so it seemed like to Woohyun because Dongwoo wouldn’t pick up his phone. And Sungjong stole Sungyeol away for some odd reason. Myungsoo was with Woohyun and the latter wasn’t really happy. That morning’s Sunggyu was still confusing him.
‘Is there something wrong with Sunggyu today?’ Woohyun asked, looking up from the marble floor he was sitting on.
Myungsoo flailed his arms in the air and then closed his locker with a bang. ‘Why is everyone asking me that?’ he grunted in exasperation.
Woohyun looked quizzical. ‘You don’t notice it?’
‘What’s there to notice? He’s probably just tired or sick of being a virgin,’ Myungsoo answered half-hearted, scanning the crowd of West campus students that was slowly walking past. It was like he was internet shopping, in all honesty.
Woohyun retorted bitterly, ‘Well, he’s acting like he’s sick of life.’
‘Just don’t worry,’ Myungsoo advised. He smacked Woohyun’s head as he ran off, singing, ‘Carry on and flirt with some West campus juniors.’
While Myungsoo disappeared into the distance, arm around a West campus junior whom Woohyun had nailed before, (They never talked to each other after that. Woohyun was regrettably damn drunk and West campus wasn’t exactly somewhere where you can find a stranger among all the trash and utter chaos.) Woohyun sighed to himself and he decided Myungsoo was right.
He shouldn’t feel bad over what he was going to do to Myungsoo’s brother.
-
Right after the dismissal bell, Dongwoo went straight up to Howon’s locker (It was pretty much one of the only two places he knew how to get to on his own.) and found him. He awaited a greeting with a sweet smile, which turned into a pout when Howon didn’t say hello and instead neatly placed his books onto the locker shelf. Once he was done, Dongwoo grabbed his wrist and dragged him down the hallway excitedly. Dongwoo’s fingers slid down Howon’s wrist and intertwined with Howon’s fingers.
‘What are you doing?’ Howon asked, looking pointedly at their hands.
After handing Howon a mango-flavoured jelly drink, Dongwoo hauled him down the staircase and found the gymnasium (which was the other only place he knew how to get to).
‘Holding your hand,’ Dongwoo replied simply, squeezing the younger’s hand in emphasis.
‘Why?’
‘Because I want to,’ Dongwoo teased, sticking his tongue out.
Upon seeing Dongwoo’s silly expression, Howon smiled and questioned, ‘Why do you want to?’
Dongwoo pushed through the double doors of the gym and mentioned, ‘You know, you always have so many questions.’
With their hands still together, they walked over to the seats and sat right in the middle, like they always do.
‘I normally don’t,’ Howon said, ‘Not with other people.’
Dongwoo grinned. ‘Then why do you with me?’
Howon’s brow furrowed as he responded, ‘I can never read you. Out of everyone I’ve ever encountered, you’re the hardest person to read.’
‘I wonder why.’ Kicking the air with his legs, Dongwoo pursed his lips in thought. It was true that Howon could analyse anyone and most of the time it was easy, but Dongwoo was impossible to read.
‘Because there’s nothing to read,’ Howon answered after sipping on the overly-sweet jelly, ‘You always tell the truth and you always act what your heart is telling you to.’
Dongwoo stopped kicking and looked at the younger student intently.
‘You are everything your head intends to be and it fascinates me to no end.’
‘Why?’ Now Dongwoo was the one asking questions.
‘Because no one else can be so open and honest like you. It just isn’t scientifically, or even humanely, possible.’
Dongwoo blushed at Howon’s straight-forwardness. You’d figure that he’d be used to it by now, but no.
Howon summarised, ‘You’re unique.’
After a rather awkward (for Dongwoo, anyway) period of quiet foot tapping, Dongwoo laid down, head in Howon’s lap. His leg muscles were warm and comforting. Dongwoo took hold Howon’s hand again and placed it on his forehead for more warmth (and more skin-on-skin contact, Dongwoo refused to admit.)
Howon pondered, ‘Do you consider me a friend?’
‘Uh-huh,’ Dongwoo answered easily, yawning. Howon’s lap was very comfortable.
They were friends? Howon thought that didn’t add up or make sense because friends weren’t obscenely different. Friends were friends because of common interests like taste in music or computer games or sports. Howon and Dongwoo were different in almost every way imaginable. How could they possibly be friends?
‘We’re very different,’ Howon countered.
Dongwoo snorted. ‘So? Everyone is different.’
Howon looked down at the head on his thighs, Dongwoo grinning brightly up at him.
‘Besides, if we were alike it wouldn’t be fun when we hang out,’ Dongwoo retorted.
Howon nodded and decided that statement seemed correct. ‘I guess that’s plausible,’ he said.
‘Of course it is, I’m a genius!’
‘But that’s not based on your chemistry grades.’
‘Shut up,’ Dongwoo laughed, softly hitting the side of Howon’s face.
-
When lunch started, Woohyun felt himself disappearing into the sea of students. All his mind, body and soul wanted to do was reverse that and make him stand out. He wanted to do it as soon as possible. Maybe he was paranoid, just a little, that maybe once he blended in there was no way of re-stepping onto the pedestal. Maybe all those years of the attention made him afraid he could lose it all in one go and never get it back.
Woohyun threw on his backpack and started searching the school for the student body president.
To: Cutie
Where are you?
Who was he kidding? Woohyun couldn’t possibly find Sunggyu. The school was a fucking five-storey building with over two thousand students he needed to sift through.
From: Cutie
In the music room. Third floor
Woohyun smiled. That was easier than he thought it would be. Without further ado, Woohyun sprinted up the stairs to find this music room which they apparently used to hang out at all the time. It didn’t take long for Woohyun to find it, as there was a big sign that read MUSIC ROOM with a black arrow pointing towards the door. He opened the door and inspected the massive room. There were instruments everywhere and a piano at the far wall. On the wall to his right, there was a huge window that allowed you to see the rooms opposite. (The school building was a U-shape.) Strangely enough, Sunggyu was sitting right in the centre, among the chairs. The older student was staring unfocusedly into space and looked rather down. Woohyun kind of felt bad for what he was going to do. Just kind of.
He closed the door behind him - He had a feeling things were going to get a little messy. ‘You seem to be in a bad mood today,’ Woohyun commented, sitting on the seat next to Sunggyu.
Sunggyu looked up and Woohyun swore he’d never seen Sunggyu look so vulnerable and innocent.
Woohyun gulped and unzipped his bag. ‘So I’m giving you a present,’ he mumbled. Sunggyu lifted his head in curiosity and then his heart stopped when Woohyun showed him his present. It was a stethoscope, hanging from Woohyun’s fingers. It was his father’s stethoscope. Woohyun smirked and Sunggyu cracked.
Sunggyu finally broke.
He stood up, snatching the stethoscope from Woohyun’s hand and he stormed to the window frame. With trembling fingers, he pulled the curtain across. Whatever he was going to do, he didn’t want anybody to see them.
Woohyun knew Sunggyu was going to bring him to near death, probably knock him into a coma. A student went to hospital and is now in a coma - Well isn’t that a great-sounding rumour. Woohyun knew Sunggyu wouldn’t let him off easy, not this time.
However, Woohyun only thought he knew.
As Sunggyu turned around to face the younger, that black, demon-like look wasn’t there. He didn’t look murderous or like he was going to beat the daylights out of Woohyun. More than anything, Sunggyu looked hurt, he looked vulnerable, he looked so utterly broken and Woohyun just knew he went too far.
Sunggyu was crying, cheeks gleaming with tears and lips reddened from being bitten. He was choking and sniffling and Woohyun was frozen still, not knowing what to do.
‘Do you not understand?’ Sunggyu growled, ‘Do you not fucking understand how hard it is?!’
‘S - Sunggyu,’ Woohyun stuttered. He pulled Sunggyu into his embrace and hugged him tight, palm of his hand rubbing over Sunggyu’s shivering muscles. Sunggyu didn’t move, he became limp in Woohyun’s arms and didn’t hug the other back. He felt like dead weight in Woohyun’s arms, lifeless and defenceless. Woohyun felt the older boy’s tears on his own cheek as he whispered, ‘I’m so sorry.’ Sunggyu didn’t reply.
Woohyun finally broke Sunggyu. He finally made Sunggyu lose it, he finally made Sunggyu’s cheeks red (even if it was from crying and not embarrassment), he finally made Sunggyu speechless. But shit, this wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want this.
‘I’m fucking stupid, I know.’
-
Flirting became boring so Myungsoo entered the cafeteria and ran up to Sungyeol and grabbed his arm, spinning him around like in those dramas. ‘Why are you mad at me?’ Myungsoo grunted.
Sungyeol flung his hand away, again, like in those dramas, and barked, ‘Because you’re a crappy brother and I hate you!’
Myungsoo sighed and wrapped his arms around Sungyeol’s waist, lips pressed together in a thin line. ‘Want me to make it up to you?’ he offered.
Sungyeol scrunched his face up, but didn’t bother to push the younger away - Myungsoo was as persistent as chewing gum that didn’t want to leave your hair.
‘How?’
Myungsoo looked over to the hot drinks vending machine and Sungyeol wanted to smooch him all over his face.
Coffee.
-
The hug eventually turned into the two boys sitting with their backs against the wall, on the carpet. They sat there in silence for a good ten minutes or so, listening to nothing but the muffled steps of students in the hallways. Sunggyu was still possessively grasping the stethoscope, letting his fingertips run over every tiny scratch and detail. Woohyun watched him, somewhat concerned.
‘Today is his death anniversary,’ Sunggyu finally spoke up.
‘Whose?’
‘My father’s,’ Sunggyu replied, pulling his knees up to chest. He pulled the stethoscope even closer to examine it.
‘Oh,’ Woohyun mumbled, ‘Sorry to hear that.’ And so Woohyun realised what a shitface he was. Brilliant.
Sunggyu didn’t mean to tell Woohyun anything. Woohyun was a fucking bastard that didn’t deserve to be talked to, but Sunggyu just needed to vent. He needed anybody that would listen and Woohyun was staying put and listening to his every word, every breath, like his life depended on it. Sunggyu just couldn’t help but empty his mind, let everything off his chest.
‘Four years ago he was in a car accident on his way home from work,’ Sunggyu begun.
Woohyun watched attentively as Sunggyu placed the stethoscope’s earpieces in his ears.
‘That’s why I told you not to be a bad influence to Myungsoo,’ Sunggyu explained, ‘I’m the only father figure he has.’
Sunggyu listened to his own heartbeat, exploring how his valves opened and closed in his torso.
He laughed to himself, ‘Parenting is really hard, especially with mum gone for work all the time. Myungsoo and I aren’t even a year apart in age, but I feel like he’s a baby because he’s so immature. He doesn’t know how hard life actually is and I’m afraid he’ll find out through experience.’
Woohyun felt the need to hold Sunggyu’s hand, but he didn’t do so because Sunggyu didn’t look up to it.
‘He was never close with our father… It was always dad and I, mum and Myungsoo,’ Sunggyu mumbled, smile now gone. He pulled the plugs out and let his father’s stethoscope fall to the floor.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Woohyun wanted to cheer the other up. ‘Your brother is smarter than he looks,’ Woohyun chuckled because it was kind of true, ‘You shouldn’t have to worry about him so much.’
Sunggyu smiled and laid his head on his kneecap, looking at the wall. Woohyun wondered why his shoulder wasn’t used instead, or at least why Sunggyu’s face wasn’t in his direction. ‘He has so much potential, but he’s completely ignorant and that’s why I worry so much,’ the oldest muttered softly.
‘You don’t have to. I’ll look after him,’ Woohyun insisted, still trying to lighten the mood, ‘And teaching him responsibility won’t be a problem. We have Sungyeol for that.’
Sunggyu laughed along with Woohyun. His head turned and now he was facing Woohyun, scanning his face.
And then realisation hit him. He had just told Woohyun everything. He’d told him everything he wouldn’t tell anybody, not even Howon. He just spilled everything that had been on his mind for years and he knew he couldn’t take it back.
Sunggyu stood up abruptly, lost in thought and mainly alarm. Woohyun couldn’t know any of this because that meant Myungsoo could know.
‘All of this… Please don’t tell anyone, especially Myungsoo,’ Sunggyu said in panic, heading for the door.
Before he could leave, Woohyun held his shoulder and shouted, ‘He’s your brother!’
‘If you tell him,’ Sunggyu warned, voice beginning to shake, ‘I’ll slaughter you.’
Woohyun didn’t mind getting slaughtered if it meant Sunggyu wouldn’t be so hurt and so bottled up, but Sunggyu didn’t want to be opened. Woohyun was at least smart enough to know that.
‘Alright, I won’t tell anybody,’ he relented on condition, ‘if…’
Sunggyu let Woohyun finish off.
‘If you let me help you.’
The older rolled his eyes and reached for the door knob. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t need help with anything,’
‘You obviously do,’ Woohyun argued, stepping forcefully in front of the doorway. ‘Don’t you at least want someone to talk to?’
Sunggyu scoffed in disbelief, ‘And you’d listen?’
‘To every word.’
Sunggyu blinked; Woohyun said that too confidently, way too easily. ‘Can I trust you?’ he asked.
‘With anything.’
‘Can I call you when I need it?’
‘At any time.’
‘If I wanted to see you, would you come out to see me?’
‘Anywhere.’
Woohyun hadn’t wavered even a little with all his answers. Being with Howon for so long made Sunggyu learn a little bit about reading people, and he knew what that meant.
It meant Woohyun was completely genuine.
‘Promise me you won’t tell anybody about what happened just now,’ Sunggyu requested quietly, almost a whisper.
‘I promise,’ Woohyun swore, side-stepping out of Sunggyu’s way.
Sunggyu smiled a little. ‘Thank you,’ he mumbled before leaving the room.
When the door closed, Woohyun sighed and rubbed his face, not sure what he was getting himself into. Why the hell was he doing all this? He insisted it was because Sunggyu was Myungsoo’s brother, but we all know that’s completely bullshit. He was doing it because he felt guilty for inflicting all that pain on Sunggyu even though he was going through so much. If you think about it, Woohyun really did just use Sunggyu for attention. And Woohyun realised just how disgusting what he did was.
Seeing as it was the least he could do at the moment, Woohyun tidied up the chairs and when he reached the wall, he saw the abandoned stethoscope on the carpet. He picked it up and went off to find Sunggyu. He wanted to give back something that meant so much to him.
-
‘No club today?’ Yongguk asked as he sat beside Sungjong, who was sitting in the cafeteria by himself.
Sungjong shrugged and replied, straw still in his mouth, ‘Don’t feel like it.’ He took a big sip of his smoothie and then rested his head in his palm, staring out into the distance.
‘You okay?’ Yongguk sincerely sounded concerned, like Sungjong was about to burst out into tears and whatnot.
‘Yeah, just worried,’ Sungjong chuckled. Yongguk seemed like a badass, and in many ways he was, but if you got to know him more you realised he was a big softie. Kind of like Sunggyu - Sunggyu was one of the hardest people to get through to, but he turned out to be the kindest person around. Sungjong had a feeling Howon was like that as well, but he’d yet to get through to him. No one had yet and Sungjong was counting on Dongwoo.
‘About what?’
‘Sunggyu-hyung,’ Sungjong answered.
‘Isn’t he the student body president?’ Yongguk exclaimed, ‘The one that threatened to smash the life out of me if I kept coming to class late?’
Sungjong laughed and nodded, ‘That sounds like him, yes.’
Leaning in close, the older of the two boys playfully whispered, ‘Want me to cheer you up?’ Sungjong giggled because his breath tickled his ear.
Yongguk placed two slips into Sungjong’s hand and waited for a response. ‘What’s this?’ Sungjong asked, ‘Two movie tickets to Paranormal Activity 4?’
‘I know that one, two and three were pathetic, but there aren’t any other horror movies around.’
Sungjong bit back a smile. Definitely a softie.
‘You in?’
‘Definitely.’
-
Woohyun had no idea where Sunggyu had gone off to and even if he did, he’d have no idea how to get there. Instead of bothering the SBP about his whereabouts, Woohyun bothered the SBP’s brother instead.
As soon as the ringing stopped, Woohyun heard: ‘Hyun, I’m fucking terrified at the moment.’
‘Hey Kim, have you seen your brother?’ Woohyun asked, ignoring Myungsoo’s over-dramatic tone and comment.
‘He has no last period because his chemistry teacher got sick and he told me he was skipping fifth period to go somewhere,’ Myungsoo whispered hastily. After a loud bang in the background, Myungsoo screamed, ‘Help me!’
‘The student body president skips class?’ Woohyun thought fondly to himself. Well, at least he knew not to worry as much over Sunggyu. He was probably heading home or something. ‘Why? What did you do?’ Woohyun finally acknowledged Myungsoo’s so-called threatened life.
‘I gave Yeol coffee!’
Woohyun’s body jolted. ‘YOU FUCKING IDIOT!’ he shouted. Everyone around him in the hallway halted and looked at him strangely. Woohyun just waved his hand off at them and paced down the hallway to find someone to hang out with.
‘I KNOW I AM!’ Myungsoo shrieked back. ‘OH GOD… That’s electrical, don’t touch it!’
Woohyun smirked and thought, ‘That’s what you get for not taking care of your brother.’
‘Well,’ Woohyun heaved, ‘Have fun.’
‘What?!’
‘Bye Myungsoo.’ He hung up and went to the cafeteria to find Sungjong flirting with Yongguk. And he decided to join in and embarrass the both of them in the meantime. Yongguk was always a dick and Sungjong was always sassy with him anyway. It was about time for payback.
-
‘Hey dad,’ Sunggyu greeted, kneeling on the grass. ‘Sorry, I didn’t bring anything.’
Sunggyu used a cloth to swipe his father’s photograph, getting every little spec of dirt and dust off. He was visiting his father’s grave at the cemetery, like he did every year.
‘I was going to bring some flowers, but then I remembered you’re allergic,’ he explained, laughing a little.
‘I just had to inherit that from you, now didn’t I,’ he joked, running his fingers along the edges of the memorial plate which was bronzed over time and covered in minuscule scratches.
‘I’m sorry for not bringing Myungsoo here,’ Sunggyu apologised. He never brought Myungsoo there, unless Myungsoo wanted to come or their mother made Myungsoo come.
Sunggyu continued heartedly, ‘He’s clumsy and forgetful, Kim Myungsoo. You can’t exactly blame him for forgetting.’
Running his thumb along his father’s engraved name, he lowered his voice, ‘Plus, he was so young and immature when you left.’
Sunggyu smiled bitterly. ‘He’s still immature now, actually.’
‘He’s a handful,’ he sighed, leaning back up until his back was straight. ‘But I’m trying my best to protect him.’
A leaf flew onto the memorial plate and Sunggyu flicked it off. ‘No matter how stupid he is, I’ll make sure he’s happy.’
His voice began trembling, ‘And mum too. I’ll protect them with everything I have and everything I’m worth.’
‘Like you always did,’ Sunggyu mumbled, feeling the tears well up in his eyes. He squeezed the hem of his shirt, forcing himself not to cry.
Sunggyu apologised again, ‘I’m sorry that I’m not doing a very good job at the moment.’
He tried to steady his breathing, tried to calm down his heart, but the tears got a hold of him. He began crying painfully and his tears were wetting the strip of grass and memorial plate in front of him.
‘But it’s so hard,’ he cried softly, voice breaking, ‘Dad, it’s so hard to make sure everyone is happy and healthy.’
‘It’s so hard,’ he sniffed, placing a warm hand onto the cold metal, ‘How the hell did you do it with such a big smile on your face?’
‘I wish you could talk to me,’ Sunggyu huffed, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, although they were rapidly getting replaced, ‘Not so you can tell me how to handle things, but rather so you can assure me that everything is going to be okay.’
He leaned his head down, bowing deeply. ‘I know it’s disrespectful to request something so burdensome - You’re the one who taught me that,’ he whispered, voice still shaky, ‘But please make sure Myungsoo is okay when I can’t.’
‘Please make sure I’m okay too,’ he added, looking down, ‘Because I’m starting to feel like I can’t handle it anymore.’
-
AN\ So Sunggyu is finally opening up… Someone throw up an anchor, this is going too fast. AND UM. YADONG MAKES ME WANT TO VOMMIT, BLEEEHHHHH!
And I’m sorry for depriving you guys of WooGyu for so long. To make up for it, I wrote a WooGyu smutshot >:P Don’t read if you are under 18 years old (like author-nim…)
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Enjoy, you little perverts!
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