[infinite] when did you get so damn tall, again?
Fic: Infinite, Woohyun/Sungyeol
Summary: Childhood friends-turned lovers AU. Part of a collection of mid-length AU and mostly PWP one-shots wherein Woohyun gets with every single member of Infinite (sometimes more than one at a time).
Rating: NC17
Contents: Fluff, nam-feelings, PWP
Word Count: 1.1k
Also on AO3 and tumblr, collection tag here
Woohyun has known Sungyeol for most of his life, so it goes without saying that he knows a lot of things about Sungyeol, but how he got to be like this is a mystery.
It slips out one time as they’re fooling around in Woohyun’s apartment, the anime they were watching on Woohyun’s laptop long forgotten as Sungyeol’s slender fingers run up his shirt, his lips pressing the lightest of kisses to the pulse point on Woohyun’s neck.
“How did you get so damn tall, anyway?”
“You’re the one who got short, hyung.” Sungyeol laughs, wrapping his lanky arms around Woohyun’s small frame and ignoring the pout Woohyun gives him.
“Says the scrawny little brat who I had to rescue from a river on more than one occasion,” Woohyun points out, but Sungyeol only rolls his eyes and kisses Woohyun on the nose.
“I don’t remember that,” he says in that petulant voice Woohyun knows means he does but doesn’t want to admit it. Woohyun reaches down to tickle his ribs in response, and when Sungyeol falls over laughing Woohyun rolls on top of him, kisses him again, and the terrifying thought occurs that Woohyun could live like this forever.
“Well then, do you remember when we went to catch bugs together?” Woohyun teases, grinning widely to hide the unwelcome emotions welling up too quickly inside him. “Remember how I gave you mine because you couldn’t catch any?”
Sungyeol frowns up at him. “I’m pretty sure it was the other way around. You cried every time you didn’t catch anything,”
“I did not! I don’t cry that easily.” Woohyun doesn’t mention that the last time he cried was this morning because he killed another houseplant (but it’s only because he really liked that one, okay).
“Not just then, but you cried when Daeyeol ate the last slice of watermelon that one time, and when the neighbor’s cat hissed at you. You cried at least once a week even back then,” Sungyeol continues all too enthusiastically, and Woohyun frowns and kisses him again to shut him up, but also because he likes to kiss Sungyeol. Sungyeol opens his mouth to deepen the kiss, and it occurs vaguely to Woohyun that kissing is really the only time the two of them aren’t bickering or conspiring something terrible, which might be why they do it so often. Clearly.
After a long while they break apart, and Woohyun puts his hands on Sungyeol’s face, rubbing affectionate circles on his cheek with his thumb. “Well, you were always there to cheer me up again, so it’s okay.”
To Woohyun’s utter delight, Sungyeol flushes an adorable shade of beet red at this and shakes Woohyun off. He tries to hide it (badly), acting put off and glancing away while muttering, “Ugh, you’re so greasy.”
“It’s true! You were my knight in shining armor,” Woohyun crows, flinging his arms around Sungyeol’s neck as he does a singsong imitation of five-year-old Sungyeol’s voice.“‘Woohyunie hyung, when I grow up, will you maaaarry me?’”
Sungyeol’s face flushes even darker, his already naturally large eyes becoming comically round. “I said no such thing!"
“Yes you did.” Woohyun buries his face in Sungyeol’s chest; normally he’d be content to have a good-natured bicker about it, but he refuses to let Sungyeol deny this one. “You promised you would stay with me no matter what. So don’t break your promise, dumbass.”
“Ahh, what am I going to do with you.” Sungyeol sighs, and Woohyun can hear the eye-rolling in his voice. But then he lays a kiss to the top of Woohyun’s head, and folds his arms around him again, tucking his chin over Woohyun so that Woohyun is nestled snugly underneath his head, just how Woohyun likes it.
"You’re so small, hyung. How did you get so small?"
"Like I said, you're the one who went and became unnecessarily tall. And no, I'm never going to forgive you for it."
"I like you small. That way, I can hold you like this," Sungyeol says cheerfully. "I couldn't do that when we were kids."
There's something close to wistfulness in his voice near the end, and it makes the inside of Woohyun's chest squeeze uncomfortably.
"Sungyeol-ah."
Woohyun presses his lips to Sungyeol's neck, more insistently than the other times. His hand reaches down to rub the front of Sungyeol's jeans, and the small gasp he hears from Sungyeol is more than enough encouragement to keep going.
They're going to have to do laundry soon anyway, so Woohyun takes the opportunity to grind against Sungyeol through their clothes, taking off his hand so he can rub his ass, his thighs against him, gloating internally about how hard he can make Sungyeol in his jeans without trying much.
"Fuck, Woohyun hyung," Sungyeol's words come out as ragged as his breathing. "I have to--you have to let me..."
He trails off as he reaches down to unbutton Woohyun's jeans, and he shoves those and his underwear down just far enough so he can put his mouth on Woohyun's erection.
"God, Sungyeol," Woohyun gasps involuntarily, his voice even huskier than normal, and Sungyeol merely sucks harder in response. He has a naturally wide mouth and knows how to use that tongue of his, maybe because Woohyun taught him to a little too well, but Woohyun isn't exactly complaining.
"Come back up here," he tells Sungyeol after a while, and though Sungyeol normally balks at being told what to do, he knows well enough what Woohyun means by that to obey quietly for once. He comes up to put his lips to Woohyun's instead, replacing his mouth with the languid strokes of his hand. In return, Woohyun fumbles breathlessly as he unbuttons Sungyeol's jeans, cupping him through the thin fabric of his boxers.
I love you.
The words come precariously close to spilling out from Woohyun's mouth when they both come. He swallows them down, catches Sungyeol in another kiss instead, pouring into it all the other things he can't say, that only get harder to say as the years go by and they morph from vague concepts into something much more real and frightening. Things that might have scary words in them like always, and all the equally scary sentences containing it (I’ve always- I will always- so don’t you dare break your promise).
Even though they're both sweaty and sticky when they settle down to nap afterwards, Sungyeol pulls him into the same tight hug as before. Woohyun presses his ear to Sungyeol's chest so he can listen to his heart beat, somewhat quickly at first, but then gradually slower, until there's a soft steady rhythm that matches Sungyeol's breathing as he drifts into sleep.
“Love you.”
After an eternity, Woohyun whispers it under his breath against Sungyeol’s skin, far too softly for even a light sleeper like Sungyeol to hear, but that’s okay. When you’ve known someone this long, he figures, having a little secret or two won’t hurt.
Summary: Childhood friends-turned lovers AU. Part of a collection of mid-length AU and mostly PWP one-shots wherein Woohyun gets with every single member of Infinite (sometimes more than one at a time).
Rating: NC17
Contents: Fluff, nam-feelings, PWP
Word Count: 1.1k
Also on AO3 and tumblr, collection tag here
Woohyun has known Sungyeol for most of his life, so it goes without saying that he knows a lot of things about Sungyeol, but how he got to be like this is a mystery.
It slips out one time as they’re fooling around in Woohyun’s apartment, the anime they were watching on Woohyun’s laptop long forgotten as Sungyeol’s slender fingers run up his shirt, his lips pressing the lightest of kisses to the pulse point on Woohyun’s neck.
“How did you get so damn tall, anyway?”
“You’re the one who got short, hyung.” Sungyeol laughs, wrapping his lanky arms around Woohyun’s small frame and ignoring the pout Woohyun gives him.
“Says the scrawny little brat who I had to rescue from a river on more than one occasion,” Woohyun points out, but Sungyeol only rolls his eyes and kisses Woohyun on the nose.
“I don’t remember that,” he says in that petulant voice Woohyun knows means he does but doesn’t want to admit it. Woohyun reaches down to tickle his ribs in response, and when Sungyeol falls over laughing Woohyun rolls on top of him, kisses him again, and the terrifying thought occurs that Woohyun could live like this forever.
“Well then, do you remember when we went to catch bugs together?” Woohyun teases, grinning widely to hide the unwelcome emotions welling up too quickly inside him. “Remember how I gave you mine because you couldn’t catch any?”
Sungyeol frowns up at him. “I’m pretty sure it was the other way around. You cried every time you didn’t catch anything,”
“I did not! I don’t cry that easily.” Woohyun doesn’t mention that the last time he cried was this morning because he killed another houseplant (but it’s only because he really liked that one, okay).
“Not just then, but you cried when Daeyeol ate the last slice of watermelon that one time, and when the neighbor’s cat hissed at you. You cried at least once a week even back then,” Sungyeol continues all too enthusiastically, and Woohyun frowns and kisses him again to shut him up, but also because he likes to kiss Sungyeol. Sungyeol opens his mouth to deepen the kiss, and it occurs vaguely to Woohyun that kissing is really the only time the two of them aren’t bickering or conspiring something terrible, which might be why they do it so often. Clearly.
After a long while they break apart, and Woohyun puts his hands on Sungyeol’s face, rubbing affectionate circles on his cheek with his thumb. “Well, you were always there to cheer me up again, so it’s okay.”
To Woohyun’s utter delight, Sungyeol flushes an adorable shade of beet red at this and shakes Woohyun off. He tries to hide it (badly), acting put off and glancing away while muttering, “Ugh, you’re so greasy.”
“It’s true! You were my knight in shining armor,” Woohyun crows, flinging his arms around Sungyeol’s neck as he does a singsong imitation of five-year-old Sungyeol’s voice.“‘Woohyunie hyung, when I grow up, will you maaaarry me?’”
Sungyeol’s face flushes even darker, his already naturally large eyes becoming comically round. “I said no such thing!"
“Yes you did.” Woohyun buries his face in Sungyeol’s chest; normally he’d be content to have a good-natured bicker about it, but he refuses to let Sungyeol deny this one. “You promised you would stay with me no matter what. So don’t break your promise, dumbass.”
“Ahh, what am I going to do with you.” Sungyeol sighs, and Woohyun can hear the eye-rolling in his voice. But then he lays a kiss to the top of Woohyun’s head, and folds his arms around him again, tucking his chin over Woohyun so that Woohyun is nestled snugly underneath his head, just how Woohyun likes it.
"You’re so small, hyung. How did you get so small?"
"Like I said, you're the one who went and became unnecessarily tall. And no, I'm never going to forgive you for it."
"I like you small. That way, I can hold you like this," Sungyeol says cheerfully. "I couldn't do that when we were kids."
There's something close to wistfulness in his voice near the end, and it makes the inside of Woohyun's chest squeeze uncomfortably.
"Sungyeol-ah."
Woohyun presses his lips to Sungyeol's neck, more insistently than the other times. His hand reaches down to rub the front of Sungyeol's jeans, and the small gasp he hears from Sungyeol is more than enough encouragement to keep going.
They're going to have to do laundry soon anyway, so Woohyun takes the opportunity to grind against Sungyeol through their clothes, taking off his hand so he can rub his ass, his thighs against him, gloating internally about how hard he can make Sungyeol in his jeans without trying much.
"Fuck, Woohyun hyung," Sungyeol's words come out as ragged as his breathing. "I have to--you have to let me..."
He trails off as he reaches down to unbutton Woohyun's jeans, and he shoves those and his underwear down just far enough so he can put his mouth on Woohyun's erection.
"God, Sungyeol," Woohyun gasps involuntarily, his voice even huskier than normal, and Sungyeol merely sucks harder in response. He has a naturally wide mouth and knows how to use that tongue of his, maybe because Woohyun taught him to a little too well, but Woohyun isn't exactly complaining.
"Come back up here," he tells Sungyeol after a while, and though Sungyeol normally balks at being told what to do, he knows well enough what Woohyun means by that to obey quietly for once. He comes up to put his lips to Woohyun's instead, replacing his mouth with the languid strokes of his hand. In return, Woohyun fumbles breathlessly as he unbuttons Sungyeol's jeans, cupping him through the thin fabric of his boxers.
I love you.
The words come precariously close to spilling out from Woohyun's mouth when they both come. He swallows them down, catches Sungyeol in another kiss instead, pouring into it all the other things he can't say, that only get harder to say as the years go by and they morph from vague concepts into something much more real and frightening. Things that might have scary words in them like always, and all the equally scary sentences containing it (I’ve always- I will always- so don’t you dare break your promise).
Even though they're both sweaty and sticky when they settle down to nap afterwards, Sungyeol pulls him into the same tight hug as before. Woohyun presses his ear to Sungyeol's chest so he can listen to his heart beat, somewhat quickly at first, but then gradually slower, until there's a soft steady rhythm that matches Sungyeol's breathing as he drifts into sleep.
“Love you.”
After an eternity, Woohyun whispers it under his breath against Sungyeol’s skin, far too softly for even a light sleeper like Sungyeol to hear, but that’s okay. When you’ve known someone this long, he figures, having a little secret or two won’t hurt.