Emotions of Love - Emotion Three: Annoyance
Author: Star_Sarang
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): sexual implications
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It was directly after Jonghun had gotten out of the shower that a rapid fire knocking at the door made him groan in exasperation and exhaustion. Slowly, Jonghun towel dried himself and stepped into a pair of boxers as he slung his towel over his neck, drying his hair simultaneously as he padded to the door of his apartment. He could never be more grateful towards Heechul that he let him stay in one of the rooms at Ulzzang Jjang considering that Jonghun never had a home of his own.
He opened the door slowly and was relieved that it was only Sungyeol, huffed and sour looking as he had been recently.
"Yeollie," Jonghun said, kissing his head and letting him into the apartment. "What's up?"
"Woohyun and Sunggyu were being loud and greasy. Myungsoo and Sungjong were fucking so hard that I swear the house shook. And Hoya and Dongwoo were hogging the couch and being all lovey dovey. They're so annoying!!!" Sungyeol screamed, plopping down on Jonghun's unmade bed, still dirty from earlier's activities.
"And on top of that, that girl you sleep with is annoying too," Sungyeol added. "Slut."
Jonghun sighed and pulled on pants and a shirt, discarding his towel in the hamper inside his closet. "Yeollie baby, how many times do I have to tell you?" he said. "This was weeks ago! She's a regular customer of mine. Did you forget that we have the same job? And who the hell are you calling a slut when you used to sleep around and didn't have to pay!"
Sungyeol scoffed. "I was talking about the girl," he said. "And sluts get paid. I didn't get paid for sleeping with you all those times and neither did you. We were fuck buddies."
"Then what are we now, Sungyeol?"
Sungyeol cringed at Jonghun's tone, sharp, harsh, and bitter; even more so, Sungyeol visibly flinched when Jonghun called him Sungyeol instead of Yeollie. The latter was an endearing nickname, one the Taejun had created and passed onto Jonghun to use when he left Ulzzang Jjang. Ever since the day Jonghun and Sungyeol hooked up, he had called him Sungyeol only once. Now, it was twice, and Sungyeol had a feeling that the number of times Jonghun called him Sungyeol would multiply with ever passing minute of each of their conversations.
"What do you mean?" Sungyeol voice was soft, almost inaudible.
"We're not fuck buddies anymore since work picked up and we have no time. We're certainly not dating. And since you keep coming and going, I'm not even sure we're friends anymore, Sungyeol," Jonghun spat.
Sungyeol cringed again. Three times Jonghun had called him by his real name now.
"I... Don't know..." Sungyeol answered honestly. "I'm just... So annoyed right now and... No one at home pays attention to me so..."
Jonghun exhaled and sat next to Sungyeol, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. "Just calm down, Yeollie."
"How can I?" he pouted. "They're all so annoying and getting on my nerves. And I love Dongwoo and everything, but seeing him with Hoya makes me either want to puke, punch him, or just die."
Jonghun patted Sungyeol head, allowing the latter to lean on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Yeollie baby," he cooed. "Good things come to those who wait."
"Where'd you get that?" asked Sungyeol, who'd never heard Jonghun say anything remotely close to a phrase like that.
Jonghun shrugged. "Heechul," he answered before standing up, gesturing Sungyeol to follow suit, and then began stripping his bed of it's dirty sheets to replace with fresher ones.
"Go home," Jonghun said. "Cool down and come to work tomorrow. I'll take your shift."
"Hell no," Sungyeol growled. "I'll go home, sure, but you are not taking my shift. Two days ago you told me not to come to work because Heechul gave me a day off, but I called him and he told me that you've taking my shifts! What is that, Jonghun?!"
The other sighed as he stood straights, sheets in his arms. "You looked too... Annoyed lately to please customers properly."
Sungyeol pouted. He couldn't deny that fact. "Give my shift to Ren then. I won't let you take so much work on yourself."
Jonghun nodded and began to shove Sungyeol out of the room. "Go home, Yeollie baby. Rest." He kissed the top of Sungyeol's head and sent him away.
Sungyeol trudged home dejectedly, annoyed and sad at being rejected and scolded by his friend. It bothered him even more knowing that Jonghun had taken up his shift, and now he was giving it to Ren. It's not like he needed the money, but he didn't want Ren to get his customers. It was a pride thing maybe. Each whore had his own clients and own spot in the club, and in the ranking, Jaejoong, Sungyeol, and Jonghun were the most popular.
Sungyeol was prepared to come into a calm, quiet house after the rigorous fucking Sungjong and Myungsoo had done, and hopefully Dongwoo, Hoya, Woohyun, and Sunggyu had spent their playfulness for the day.
He was mistaken.
When he walked into the house, Myungsoo and Sungjong were nipping at each other's ears on the couch, Dongwoo and Hoya were wrestling on the floor, and Sunggyu and Woohyun were behind closed doors doing the obvious. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Sungyeol strode into his room, plopped onto his bed, and buried his head into his pillow.
He managed to take a ten minute nap before the bed in Woohyun and Sunggyu's room started to hit the wall, reverberating towards Sungyeol's room. But that didn't make Sungyeol snap. Another three minutes later, with the bed still banging on the wall, a new sound intruded Sungyeol's keen ears--Sungjong's moaning. Sungyeol tried to block out the noise, but to no avail. He still didn't snap. Five minutes later, Sungyeol finally stormed out of his room when he heard Hoya moan out Dongwoo's in the most sensual way. He even saw Hoya underneath Dongwoo's muscular form, trying to pry his shirt upward while they were lying on the floor.
Myungsoo was straddling Sungjong on the couch, his lips engaging with Sungjong's lips. The whimpers that Sungjong emitted made Sungyeol cringe.
Sungyeol drew in a deep breath and yelled, "YAH!!!"
They all ceased movement and turned their heads toward Sungyeol.
He pointed at each of them, shouting, "You! You! You! You! Why the fuck are you so loud?! Can't you stop touching each other for, like, five minutes?!"
"Sungyeol hyung," Myungsoo said softly, getting off the couch.
"Don't talk to me!!" screamed Sungyeol.
Woohyun and Sunggyu, dressed in only sweatpants suddenly opened the door to their room.
"What's going on?" asked Sunggyu.
"You two too!!!" Sungyeol suddenly screamed, jabbing a pointed finger in the couple's direction. "I swear you all make it a point to just annoy the fucking hell out of me!!"
"Sungyeol-ah--" Dongwoo began.
"Shut up!! I don't want to talk to any of you!!" Sungyeol's fists shook.
"No," Woohyun said defiantly, walking over to Sungyeol. "You're going to sit here and listen to us."
"No!!" he shouted, yanking his arm away when Woohyun made to grab him.
"Woohyun hyung, just let him cool down maybe," Sungjong's soft voice suggested.
"Shut up, Sungjong!!" Sungyeol screamed.
"Don't yell at Jongie!" Myungsoo intervened.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Sungyeol strode up to Myungsoo so that they were nearly chest to chest.
"I don't care what you do! Just don't yell at my boyfriend!!" Myungsoo dug a finger into Sungyeol's chest.
Sungyeol shoved Myungsoo away from him. "I don't care that he's your boyfriend! I'll yell at him all I want! He's a slut!"
"Big talk for someone who works at Ulzzang Jjang!" Myungsoo snarled.
"Not to mention you too, Myungsoo! Cheating bastard!"
"This again..." Myungsoo put a hand to his forehead and muttered, "Someone hold me back before I punch this bitch." Sungjong hugged him immediately.
"Come on. Hit me then," Sungyeol taunted. "Or is your little boyfriend holding you back? Cock sucker!"
Dongwoo put a hand on Sungyeol's shoulder. "That's enough, Sungyeol-ah," he hissed.
Sungyeol whipped around and stared into Dongwoo's deep brown eyes. He saw the worry and care in his friend's eyes, but he knew that it was nothing more than friendship. The taller stepped of out Dongwoo's reach, tears threatening to cascade down his cheeks, pent up emotions suddenly filling his heart up. "You," he murmured lowly, "are the most annoying out of everyone."
Sungyeol then fled out of the house and down the streets. He didn't know what had come over him. He ran to the park and cried his heart out. After a few minutes, two figures sat on either side of him and rubbed at his back calmly as he hiccuped and sobbed.
"Don't worry, Sungyeol hyung," a soft voice said. "Don't be so annoyed. Just enjoy life, right Junnie?"
"Right, Hyunseung," the other figure answered. "Just wait... Wait and good things will come..."
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): sexual implications
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It was directly after Jonghun had gotten out of the shower that a rapid fire knocking at the door made him groan in exasperation and exhaustion. Slowly, Jonghun towel dried himself and stepped into a pair of boxers as he slung his towel over his neck, drying his hair simultaneously as he padded to the door of his apartment. He could never be more grateful towards Heechul that he let him stay in one of the rooms at Ulzzang Jjang considering that Jonghun never had a home of his own.
He opened the door slowly and was relieved that it was only Sungyeol, huffed and sour looking as he had been recently.
"Yeollie," Jonghun said, kissing his head and letting him into the apartment. "What's up?"
"Woohyun and Sunggyu were being loud and greasy. Myungsoo and Sungjong were fucking so hard that I swear the house shook. And Hoya and Dongwoo were hogging the couch and being all lovey dovey. They're so annoying!!!" Sungyeol screamed, plopping down on Jonghun's unmade bed, still dirty from earlier's activities.
"And on top of that, that girl you sleep with is annoying too," Sungyeol added. "Slut."
Jonghun sighed and pulled on pants and a shirt, discarding his towel in the hamper inside his closet. "Yeollie baby, how many times do I have to tell you?" he said. "This was weeks ago! She's a regular customer of mine. Did you forget that we have the same job? And who the hell are you calling a slut when you used to sleep around and didn't have to pay!"
Sungyeol scoffed. "I was talking about the girl," he said. "And sluts get paid. I didn't get paid for sleeping with you all those times and neither did you. We were fuck buddies."
"Then what are we now, Sungyeol?"
Sungyeol cringed at Jonghun's tone, sharp, harsh, and bitter; even more so, Sungyeol visibly flinched when Jonghun called him Sungyeol instead of Yeollie. The latter was an endearing nickname, one the Taejun had created and passed onto Jonghun to use when he left Ulzzang Jjang. Ever since the day Jonghun and Sungyeol hooked up, he had called him Sungyeol only once. Now, it was twice, and Sungyeol had a feeling that the number of times Jonghun called him Sungyeol would multiply with ever passing minute of each of their conversations.
"What do you mean?" Sungyeol voice was soft, almost inaudible.
"We're not fuck buddies anymore since work picked up and we have no time. We're certainly not dating. And since you keep coming and going, I'm not even sure we're friends anymore, Sungyeol," Jonghun spat.
Sungyeol cringed again. Three times Jonghun had called him by his real name now.
"I... Don't know..." Sungyeol answered honestly. "I'm just... So annoyed right now and... No one at home pays attention to me so..."
Jonghun exhaled and sat next to Sungyeol, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. "Just calm down, Yeollie."
"How can I?" he pouted. "They're all so annoying and getting on my nerves. And I love Dongwoo and everything, but seeing him with Hoya makes me either want to puke, punch him, or just die."
Jonghun patted Sungyeol head, allowing the latter to lean on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Yeollie baby," he cooed. "Good things come to those who wait."
"Where'd you get that?" asked Sungyeol, who'd never heard Jonghun say anything remotely close to a phrase like that.
Jonghun shrugged. "Heechul," he answered before standing up, gesturing Sungyeol to follow suit, and then began stripping his bed of it's dirty sheets to replace with fresher ones.
"Go home," Jonghun said. "Cool down and come to work tomorrow. I'll take your shift."
"Hell no," Sungyeol growled. "I'll go home, sure, but you are not taking my shift. Two days ago you told me not to come to work because Heechul gave me a day off, but I called him and he told me that you've taking my shifts! What is that, Jonghun?!"
The other sighed as he stood straights, sheets in his arms. "You looked too... Annoyed lately to please customers properly."
Sungyeol pouted. He couldn't deny that fact. "Give my shift to Ren then. I won't let you take so much work on yourself."
Jonghun nodded and began to shove Sungyeol out of the room. "Go home, Yeollie baby. Rest." He kissed the top of Sungyeol's head and sent him away.
Sungyeol trudged home dejectedly, annoyed and sad at being rejected and scolded by his friend. It bothered him even more knowing that Jonghun had taken up his shift, and now he was giving it to Ren. It's not like he needed the money, but he didn't want Ren to get his customers. It was a pride thing maybe. Each whore had his own clients and own spot in the club, and in the ranking, Jaejoong, Sungyeol, and Jonghun were the most popular.
Sungyeol was prepared to come into a calm, quiet house after the rigorous fucking Sungjong and Myungsoo had done, and hopefully Dongwoo, Hoya, Woohyun, and Sunggyu had spent their playfulness for the day.
He was mistaken.
When he walked into the house, Myungsoo and Sungjong were nipping at each other's ears on the couch, Dongwoo and Hoya were wrestling on the floor, and Sunggyu and Woohyun were behind closed doors doing the obvious. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Sungyeol strode into his room, plopped onto his bed, and buried his head into his pillow.
He managed to take a ten minute nap before the bed in Woohyun and Sunggyu's room started to hit the wall, reverberating towards Sungyeol's room. But that didn't make Sungyeol snap. Another three minutes later, with the bed still banging on the wall, a new sound intruded Sungyeol's keen ears--Sungjong's moaning. Sungyeol tried to block out the noise, but to no avail. He still didn't snap. Five minutes later, Sungyeol finally stormed out of his room when he heard Hoya moan out Dongwoo's in the most sensual way. He even saw Hoya underneath Dongwoo's muscular form, trying to pry his shirt upward while they were lying on the floor.
Myungsoo was straddling Sungjong on the couch, his lips engaging with Sungjong's lips. The whimpers that Sungjong emitted made Sungyeol cringe.
Sungyeol drew in a deep breath and yelled, "YAH!!!"
They all ceased movement and turned their heads toward Sungyeol.
He pointed at each of them, shouting, "You! You! You! You! Why the fuck are you so loud?! Can't you stop touching each other for, like, five minutes?!"
"Sungyeol hyung," Myungsoo said softly, getting off the couch.
"Don't talk to me!!" screamed Sungyeol.
Woohyun and Sunggyu, dressed in only sweatpants suddenly opened the door to their room.
"What's going on?" asked Sunggyu.
"You two too!!!" Sungyeol suddenly screamed, jabbing a pointed finger in the couple's direction. "I swear you all make it a point to just annoy the fucking hell out of me!!"
"Sungyeol-ah--" Dongwoo began.
"Shut up!! I don't want to talk to any of you!!" Sungyeol's fists shook.
"No," Woohyun said defiantly, walking over to Sungyeol. "You're going to sit here and listen to us."
"No!!" he shouted, yanking his arm away when Woohyun made to grab him.
"Woohyun hyung, just let him cool down maybe," Sungjong's soft voice suggested.
"Shut up, Sungjong!!" Sungyeol screamed.
"Don't yell at Jongie!" Myungsoo intervened.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Sungyeol strode up to Myungsoo so that they were nearly chest to chest.
"I don't care what you do! Just don't yell at my boyfriend!!" Myungsoo dug a finger into Sungyeol's chest.
Sungyeol shoved Myungsoo away from him. "I don't care that he's your boyfriend! I'll yell at him all I want! He's a slut!"
"Big talk for someone who works at Ulzzang Jjang!" Myungsoo snarled.
"Not to mention you too, Myungsoo! Cheating bastard!"
"This again..." Myungsoo put a hand to his forehead and muttered, "Someone hold me back before I punch this bitch." Sungjong hugged him immediately.
"Come on. Hit me then," Sungyeol taunted. "Or is your little boyfriend holding you back? Cock sucker!"
Dongwoo put a hand on Sungyeol's shoulder. "That's enough, Sungyeol-ah," he hissed.
Sungyeol whipped around and stared into Dongwoo's deep brown eyes. He saw the worry and care in his friend's eyes, but he knew that it was nothing more than friendship. The taller stepped of out Dongwoo's reach, tears threatening to cascade down his cheeks, pent up emotions suddenly filling his heart up. "You," he murmured lowly, "are the most annoying out of everyone."
Sungyeol then fled out of the house and down the streets. He didn't know what had come over him. He ran to the park and cried his heart out. After a few minutes, two figures sat on either side of him and rubbed at his back calmly as he hiccuped and sobbed.
"Don't worry, Sungyeol hyung," a soft voice said. "Don't be so annoyed. Just enjoy life, right Junnie?"
"Right, Hyunseung," the other figure answered. "Just wait... Wait and good things will come..."