MEMBERSHIPS ONLY II
“I’m really hungry, can’t you hurry up Myungsoo,” Hoya said, complaining because they still had four holes to go. His stomach was grumbling and it was already noon. The buffet would have started serving and he wanted to eat lunch with his husband.
Myungsoo pointed his club in Hoya’s direction, “Don’t rush me please.”
“Whatever. Sungyeol, what do you common people do for fun these days?” Hoya asked, trying to pass the time while Myungsoo stared down the green.
“Common people?”
Hoya leaned back against the front of the golf cart, “Yeah, people like you, lower class.”
Everyone who couldn’t afford to pay for a country club membership, have a beach house, own a yacht, take multiple vacations each year.
“Wow. Us common people do lots of things for fun. Like go to bars, see movies or concerts, and hang out at each others places I guess,” Sungyeol said, pausing awkwardly at the end and letting his words trail off into the breeze.
Hoya didn’t understand why Sungyeol looked so uncomfortable; it was the truth.
They both watched Myungsoo swing and hit the ball, viewing it soar through the air and land the closest to the flag he had gotten so far.
“Good job Myungsoo,” said Hoya, congratulating him on his long awaited achievement and clapping his hands twice. He looked back over at Sungyeol, “But, that sounds really boring, you sure you don’t go boating or clubbing or something?”
“I went fishing at my uncle’s once and he lives by the sea.”
Hoya shook his head, “Just keep up the good work Sungyeol. Maybe one day it’ll pay off.” He should really slip the caddy a tip - his life seemed horrible. Hoya didn’t know what about him had caught Myungsoo’s eye, but he did have a nice pair of legs. Well, it certainly wasn’t his job or his paycheck. Myungsoo had a strange taste in men.
Sungyeol gave him an odd half smile half forced expression, which Hoya assumed was fitting for his social situation. While waiting for Myungsoo to attempt to put his golf ball into the hole with a few final hits, he got out his phone and checked his face out in the camera.
He turned around and snapped a picture of himself and the golf course in the distance, intending to text it to Sungjong to make him feel guilty for not joining. Sungjong never wanted to join him when he went golfing, and he couldn’t remember the last time they’d golfed together. It was probably a month ago already. The only golfing Sungjong ever seemed excited about was mini golfing, and that was for children and poor people.
And people who had to appease their husband’s wishes so they could have sex in the Jacuzzi while Usher was playing in the background.
Except, it was fun to bounce the ball off the obstacles and try to get it into the hole with the least amount of hits. What could Hoya do, he was competitive. If you’re going to win, you might as well win big.
He sent his photo along with a text to Sungjong asking him how he was, if he was hungry, and if he was being treated well. Sometimes Sungjong got annoyed with his protectiveness over him, but Hoya was just trying to make sure no one made any advances on his husband. Sungjong was a beautiful flower that was his only.
That was why they got Sarangi, so he would grow up to be a giant attack dog that would protect Sungjong (not that Hoya told him that was the purpose behind getting a dog). Yet, somehow the countless doggy outfits and rhinestone collars that said princess on them questioned Sarangi’s masculinity - Sarangi was a male dog.
And the last time someone had tried to hit on Sungjong, Hoya had threatened him, and he was pretty sure that man wouldn’t try that again. He had his share of kicking old sleazeballs to the curb, and that was time well spent weight lifting.
A bright burst of music started playing in the golf cart next to him that broke his concentration at staring at his phone, trying to will a response into being.
“Hey Myungsoo, your phone is ringing!” Hoya shouted.
He had been driving for almost fifteen minutes around the quaint country neighborhood that surrounded the outskirts of the country club, but after a few wrong turns Dongwoo figured he might have to pull over. “Sungjong I have to confess something,” Dongwoo said, rubbing his thumbs into the wheel.
“What?” Sungjong asked, playing with the knobs on the radio.
“I don’t know where we are.”
Dongwoo chewed on his inner cheek, he had been driving around and somehow got them lost. There was a reason behind it - he had been distracted. The cause of the distraction was Woohyun and Sunggyu in the backseat.
When he glanced in the rearview mirror, he saw Woohyun sliding his hand down Sunggyu’s chest, or up his thigh, separated by only the short distance between their seats. Sunggyu’s face was angry, his hands pushing Woohyun away, but when he looked up their eyes caught in the mirror. Frightened by the look on Sunggyu’s face, Dongwoo quickly averted his eyes back to the road.
The next time Dongwoo had let himself be distracted and look in the mirror, he saw Sunggyu staring straight ahead at him, eyes fiery, inciting a flurry of mixed emotions inside him.
Flustered, he missed his turn and took what he thought would be a scenic dirt road path. However, the country road continued on past trees and rock walls, local farmers fields stretching out in the distance. The expensive car Dongwoo was driving was greatly out of place in the simple neighborhood.
Dongwoo couldn’t stop himself from sneaking a glimpse of what was going on in the backseat. It was embarrassing, but he was getting excited at seeing Sunggyu get molested in the backseat while Sungjong and he were supposed to be none the wiser that it was going on.
Sungjong stopped fiddling with the radio, “How about you just find somewhere and turn around.”
They were on a lesser-traveled road, so Dongwoo decided to pull off to the side, out on the wet dirt shoulder of the country road, to turn the car in the other direction. He smoothly pulled the car over, gripping the steering wheel with firm hands as he pressed on the brake.
“At least we know the car handles really well!” Dongwoo said, joking about having to make a detour in the country. He eased off the break and began to hit the gas pedal, but instead of turning to the side the car lurched forward and then halted. There was an ominous sound of the wheels spinning, but they weren’t going anywhere. Dongwoo took his foot off the accelerator and put the car in park.
“Did I break it?” he asked, a tremor of fear rushing over him. “We’re not moving!”
Woohyun stuck his face up between the two front seats, “Did we get stuck?”
Sungjong’s face turned stiff, “Are you kidding me? How did we get a Range Rover stuck?”
“I’m pretty sure that noise was the back wheels spinning,” Woohyun said, opening his window and sticking his head out. “Yeah, we’re stuck. It must have rained here last night and we pulled straight into the mud.”
“We’re stuck?” Sunggyu’s voice came from the backseat. “Dongwoo what did you do?”
“Don’t blame him,” Woohyun said as he opened his car door, “he wouldn’t have known it’s muddy enough just by looking at it. At least it doesn’t look like the front wheels are stuck.” Woohyun got out and walked around to the back to check it out.
Dongwoo turned the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt, “Sorry Sungjong.”
Sungjong sighed, “It’s okay hyung…this is going to be a bitch to explain to Hoya though. I don’t want to imagine what I’m going to have to do for this…”
Dongwoo really hoped Sungjong wasn’t referring to sexual favors. He opened his car door and stepped out, intent on going to join Woohyun to see what they could do about getting out of the mud. As he was passing by, Sunggyu’s arm shot out his open window and grabbed his.
Dongwoo almost jumped in the air due to the shock of being grabbed, “Hyung! You scared me.”
“When we get the car out, make Woohyun drive…just please come back here and save me from him,” said Sunggyu, his eyebrows scrunched up and a pleading expression on his face.
His skin was tingling, “But, aren’t you and Woohyun - ”
The grip on his arm tightened. “No! That was just - ”
“Sunggyu hyung, get your ass out of the car and help us.” Woohyun’s voice broke up what Sunggyu was going to say. Sunggyu stuck his head out the window and yelled back at Woohyun to be patient, in which Woohyun laughed and apologized.
Dongwoo smiled, “I think I understand.” Woohyun and Sunggyu must have some form of an open relationship, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get mixed up in whatever that was. Certainly, he didn’t want to make anything uncomfortable even if Sunggyu’s sexy stare shot him straight in the heart. He’d been thinking about Sunggyu for a long time now. He fumbled with his hands and spun himself out of Sunggyu’s grip.
“Come on, let’s see if we can get out of the mud.”
He could hear Sungjong complaining at the back about his white pants getting dirty.
Sunggyu opened his door and Dongwoo held his hand out for Sunggyu to take it as he stepped out, his hand slightly cool and dry. Dongwoo squeezed his hand, “It’s not like this could get any worse!”
“Please don’t say that,” Sunggyu said hesitantly, his hand still holding Dongwoo’s, “something bad might happen.”
Then they heard Sungjong shrieking and Woohyun laughing.
“See look at what you did!” Sunggyu said.
They rushed over to the back, and saw Sungjong sitting in the mud and Woohyun doubled over, laughing so hard he was gasping for air through his mouth.
Sungjong looked like he was in shock, but Dongwoo couldn’t help but burst out laughing. It was hilarious to see Sungjong stuck in the mud, much as the car was, his hand out behind him in a failed attempt to catch his fall. The disgusted look on his face giving Dongwoo even more reason for laughter.
“Stop laughing!” Sungjong said forcefully, but it was too late, everyone was laughing. “How am I going to be seen like this?” He tried to get up, one hand muddy and the other clean. “I’m calling Myungsoo hyung.”
Myungsoo picked up his phone, noting the caller ID, “Hello?”
“Good you picked up,” Sungjong said, “I need you do us a favor.”
“Who’s us and what favor?”
“Well…Woohyun, Sunggyu, Dongwoo hyung and I got sort of took my car out for a drive and then we got stuck in the mud.”
“Sungjong you what?” Myungsoo glanced over at Hoya harassing Sungyeol.
“Yeah, explaining it won’t make it make any more sense. But, could you just do something about Hoya? We’re trying to get the car out but it might be a while and I don’t know how much longer you guys have to golf.”
“So you want me to stall him?”
“Yes! I also don’t have any pants.”
“Sungjong what?” Myungsoo felt very much like he was missing the beginning of a very long and interesting story.
“Get me some pants too. Okay, I need to go now, we’re trying to figure this out.”
Figure this out probably meant sitting around and looking up how to get a car out of the mud online since Woohyun was the only one who really had knowledge about cars.
“Oh alright, good luck.” Myungsoo hung up and slipped his phone into his pocket. He had no idea how he was supposed to stall Hoya from finding out what Sungjong was up to. Since the sooner Hoya found out, the sooner he’d flip out and demand answers, and Myungsoo didn’t want to be around when that happened if he could help it.
He hoped that they would have figured it out before the time they got through the remaining four holes. Myungsoo sighed; it was time to become bad at golf again.
Sungyeol was very confused. Myungsoo was fidgety, his form and stance more off than it was during the first half of the course, and he didn’t know why. It seemed like Myungsoo was improving; however, now he was goofing up even the basics.
“What’s up with you?” Sungyeol asked when Myungsoo’s golf ball went veering off away from the hole for the fifth time. Myungsoo kept hitting the ball, but it was going everywhere but the direction of the flag, and they were two holes away from finishing. “Where did your confidence go? You were doing so well earlier.”
Myungsoo wouldn’t look at him, and Hoya went up to golf. Frowning, Sungyeol grabbed Myungsoo’s shoulder, “Hey, as your unofficial golf coach here. What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” - Myungsoo stared at his feet - “maybe I’m just bad at golf.”
There was something off about Myungsoo’s attitude.
“Come on, I know you’re not that bad,” Sungyeol said. “Why are you acting like this?”
Myungsoo twitched beneath his hand, and Sungyeol let him go. He bit his lip and peeked over at Hoya studying the distance he had to hit. “I’m trying to stall for time.”
“Stalling for time, why are you stalling for time?”
“Sungjong, he’s Hoya’s husband, got into some trouble and asked me to keep him busy until he gets out of it.” Myungsoo gave him a tiny smile.
Scrunching his eyebrows together, Sungyeol squinted his eyes at Hoya, watching him walk towards his golf ball, “I know Sungjong. What can I do to help?”
Sungyeol was more than willing to help Sungjong keep out of trouble from Hoya. In fact, Sungyeol wanted nothing more than to get back at Hoya for being a complete asshole to him throughout the morning. Plus, he owed it to Sungjong for keeping him company during the rare times he did golf, and for treating him like a normal human being.
“Do you know anything we can do to distract him from trying to find Sungjong?” Myungsoo said, slipping an arm around Sungyeol’s back.
Myungsoo’s hand was rubbing into his side and Sungyeol wasn’t sure if he was entirely comfortable with that. His touchy hands were starting to make him wonder if Myungsoo really was doing this on purpose (if there was some motive behind Myungsoo’s clinginess).
Although Sungyeol believed Myungsoo was a harmless fool, he had to have become a famous actor somehow. It was quite possible that someone with that much money to throw around was shrewder that he would give them credit for. Myungsoo had the right charms to seduce the nonexistent pants off a cow with that face.
Briefly, Sungyeol entertained the thought that Myungsoo knew what he was doing and it was all a master plot to get something from him. It frightened him since he couldn’t be certain what Myungsoo wanted.
He shook his head; there was no way Myungsoo wanted into his pants - not that the possibility didn’t cross his mind. Myungsoo and his acting career and perfect face and Sungyeol with his acting classes and eating ramen out of a pot for dinner.
Perhaps he could use this relationship to his advantage to kick-start his own acting career. Sungyeol grinned and wrapped an arm around Myungsoo’s back. He would do anything short of maybe selling his soul to become even the smallest bit successful.
“I know something better than that,” Sungyeol said. He had a person in mind that had something to offer to Hoya that he wouldn’t refuse. “Tell Sungjong we’ve bought him some time.”
“Great, thanks Sungyeol!”
No thank you, Sungyeol thought.
Myungsoo was elated that Sungyeol was so eager to help him out since he wasn’t sure he could control Hoya by himself. He’d probably run the risk of exposing the whole lie he was sure Sungjong was crafting to Hoya through text messages.
They were lugging their gear into their golf carts, course finally finished with Hoya beating Myungsoo by a landslide, when Sungyeol walked up to Hoya and began to implement their plan.
“So Hoya, have you ever been in the kitchens before?”
Myungsoo took a seat and watched the show go down.
“Kitchens?” Hoya looked at Sungyeol as if he had suggested the stupidest thing he had ever heard of. “Why would I go to the kitchens?”
“I was just wondering if you had ever had something special made for Sungjong. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”
Hoya rested his arm on the steering wheel, “You can do that here?” Of course Hoya would be interested in the idea of making himself look good in Sungjong’s eyes. It was like a never-ending quest that Hoya took upon himself to please Sungjong in every way.
“We’ve done it lot’s of times,” Sungyeol said, “I know some of the dessert chef’s that could make you something special for today’s lunch.”
“Aren’t you just a caddy?” asked Hoya, narrowing his eyes in disbelief.
Sungyeol defended his position, “I can be a multi purpose caddy and assistant. I’m assisting you to enjoy your stay here at Woollim Country Club if anyone asks.”
“I don’t know…”
Myungsoo crossed his legs and interrupted their conversation. “Sungjong told me the other day that he was lonely because you’ve been gone on business a lot lately. What should he do when you leave him and work long hours?”
Hoya slammed his hands down on the steering wheel, “Fuck it, lets do it then. Sungyeol take us to the kitchens.”
When Sungyeol got into their golf cart and turned the key, Myungsoo gave him a thumbs up, and Sungyeol flicked his head back haughtily. “See?” Sungyeol said, “What did I tell you, plenty of time for Sungjong to get out of his mess.”
“I never doubted you.” He took his phone out of his pants pocket and relayed the news to Sungjong.
They had managed to dig out the mud from around the back tires, but the lack of traction wasn’t helping them get the car out. Sunggyu squatted down, careful to not sit in the mud, hands dirty and his manicured nails suffering from the harsh treatment. “Woohyun, it’s still not working,” Sunggyu complained, writing his name in the mud like a moody child.
Sungjong panted, his shoes digging into the soft ground, “Why don’t you help Dongwoo hyung and I push?”
Sunggyu looked up and saw Dongwoo and Sungjong glaring down at him, the bright sun washing them out. “Shouldn’t the sun be drying this mud out?” They didn’t look amused. “You two look like you’re doing a good job, you don’t really need me.”
“Hyung,” Sungjong said, leaning down and picking up a clump of mud, “if you don’t help I’ll throw this at you.”
Standing up, the corners of Sunggyu’s mouth turned down. “What ever happened to the nice Lee Sungjong?”
“He’s taking a vacation somewhere where the car isn’t stuck in the mud.”
Dongwoo took his arm and pulled him away from Sungjong before Sunggyu did something drastic, like rub his dirty hands over more of Sungjong’s mud streaked white pants. Not that it mattered; Sunggyu would buy Sungjong a replacement pair tomorrow anyway.
“Sunggyu hyung, we’re all hungry, so let’s just work together.” Dongwoo patted Sunggyu on the back; his hands caked with dried mud.
In the afternoon light, Dongwoo looked spectacular, his shirtsleeves rolled up to show his strong shoulders and the small beginnings of perspiration on the sides of his head from the sun that came out from behind the clouds.
“You don’t have to call me hyung,” said Sunggyu. “If you don’t want to.” This being direct shit was actually pretty fun, perhaps Woohyun was right that he should be more straightforward with Dongwoo. He made sure to look Dongwoo in the eyes, hoping the power of his gaze would strike complacency in Dongwoo’s heart.
Out of the corner of his eye Sunggyu could see Woohyun staring at them. Sunggyu nodded his head. “We should get dinner sometime, it’s been a while.”
“Hyung, I mean Sunggyu,” - Dongwoo’s hand slid down Sunggyu’s back - “I would love to get dinner.”
Sunggyu wet his lips. “We could have dinner tonight at my place - ”
“Dinner tonight? It’s a good thing I live right next door,” said Woohyun, and Sunggyu flipped him off behind Dongwoo’s back. Woohyun laughed, appearing next to Dongwoo’s side and pulled him away, whispering something in his ear. Sunggyu dusted his hands on his pants and watched as Dongwoo’s eyes moved from him to Woohyun and then back to him.
Woohyun better not be fucking this up.
A grin started to form on Dongwoo’s face, “Oh, I didn’t know that’s how it was. I’d love to come over for dinner tonight with you and Woohyun.”
Internally, Sunggyu was celebrating Dongwoo’s acceptance; however, there was a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that the price to pay for this joyous occasion was yet to come. Fuck it, Sunggyu thought, whatever was coming was worth it if it meant Dongwoo might finally be his. There was only so many ways Sunggyu could dance around his friend before he blurted out, ‘I want to have sex with you’ like he did with most of his one night stands.
This was so much easier with casual hookups.
“Will you guys stop flirting over there I think I see a farmer coming down the road, maybe they can help us,” Sungjong said, disgust evident in his voice.
Sunggyu wasn’t sure, but if Sungjong didn’t revert back to cute younger brother soon - less of pissy puberty Sungjong - he was going to make him eat dirt.
“Can’t you let the adults play Sungjong?” Woohyun said, chuckling as he reached over and tweaked Sungjong’s nose.
Sungjong looked none too pleased at Woohyun, “I swear, this is why I’m married and none of you are.”
Well, it was completely Sungjong’s fault for being too mature for his age. There was no set age for maturity as far as Sunggyu knew.
At least the farmer seemed like a good guy because he was stopping.
“So, what exactly can I get made for Sungjong?” Hoya asked, “Can I get a fancy cake?”
Myungsoo let out a breathy laugh, of course Hoya wanted something outrageous or time consuming to make. Sungjong was in for the surprise of his life when he came back, and he owed Myungsoo and Sungyeol for cleaning up after him.
There was also the problem of having to get Sungjong a pair of pants. Why Sungjong needed pants when he only went out for a drive, Myungsoo wasn’t sure he ever wanted to know.
“Trust me, you can get something amazing made,” Sungyeol said, his voice bright and the smile on his face looking a bit devilish. “Just through these doors.”
They walked into what Myungsoo suspected was the back door to get into the kitchens for the employees. There were a few chefs at work, but Myungsoo suspected that since it was a buffet lunch the majority of the work was prepared before hand.
Sungyeol led them to a separate section of the kitchens, away from the stoves and pots and pans, to a room with giant ovens and drying racks. There was one young man taking cookies off of a tray and putting them in a basket. Myungsoo could feel his mouth water, those cookies looked delicious.
“Niel! Guys this is Niel,” Sungyeol said, walking over to the lone person in the room. “I see you’re not busy, I have some friends here that want a special order.”
The young chef, apparently named Niel, dropped his utensil and gave Sungyeol a hug. “Hyung! Why can’t you visit me when we’re at work more often?”
“Because I see you everyday already.”
Myungsoo did not like how Niel wrapped his arms around Sungyeol as if they were very close friends, or more. The way Sungyeol reciprocated, arms going behind Niel’s back and giving him a quick pat. He could feel his nails dig into the skin of his palms, teeth clenching at the harmless sight.
He did not know if he liked this Niel person.
“Hello, I’m Niel and I’m an assistant pastry chef here at the country club,” Niel said, bowing to them and smiling.
This kid had giant lips holy shit was that natural? If he was the assistant, what did the head chef look like? As Myungsoo was staring at Niel’s mouth, he barely paid attention to Hoya discussing what he would like to get for Sungjong, his one true love (and then some). He was still wondering about the question of Niel’s lips when Sungyeol pulled him aside and looked at him questioningly.
“Stop staring at his lips.”
Myungsoo blinked, “I’m not staring at his lips. Hey, how do you know that? I’m wearing sunglasses.”
Sungyeol let out a frustrated sound, “See you give yourself away, and everyone stares at his lips. Especially that creep who works as a server. Also take your sunglasses off, we’re inside now.”
“How do you know him anyway? Is he your boyfriend?”
“No we’re not boyfriends,” Sungyeol said, his voice an angry whisper. Myungsoo grinned and mentally cheered. “We’re roommates.”
Myungsoo narrowed his eyes; Niel was going to have to go.
“You look stupid, here.” Sungyeol lifted the sunglasses off his face, and Myungsoo was sure his startled expression was seen by Sungyeol as they looked at each other directly for the first time that day without Myungsoo’s tinted glasses in the way. “Now they won’t get lost.”
Sungyeol folded the frames and hooked them in the open collar of his polo, his fingers brushing against the skin of Myungsoo’s chest. Myungsoo wanted to squeeze Sungyeol to his chest it was so glorious (disregarding that would probably break his sunglasses). How could Sungyeol be so attentive and funny even when he wasn’t trying?
Hoya saved Myungsoo from doing something potentially embarrassing, “What do you think Sungjong would like better? A decorated cheesecake or a decorated mini cake?”
“What did you get him for his birthday?” Myungsoo asked, looping his hand through Sungyeol’s and ignoring when Sungyeol tried to shake him off.
“A box of assorted cookies from his favorite bakery.”
“Cake, let’s go with cake,” Myungsoo said. Cake was easy to modify, and Hoya probably wanted to write something in icing anyway. Sungjong deserved some cake in his life.
Speaking of cake, he’d really like to eat cake off Sungyeol’s chest, or lick frosting off his dick. It sent shivers down his spine at the thought of performing sexual acts with his tongue while Sungyeol wrapped those long legs of his around his head.
Niel smiled, “Cake it is then?” Hoya nodded his head and Niel went to the fridge and pulled out a pan with an already baked sheet of cake.
Clearing his mind of delicious thoughts, Myungsoo tried to focus on the cake preparation. “We’re not, stealing cake for something important are we?” asked Myungsoo, looking at the chocolate cake that was in front of them.
Niel was in the process of cutting out a circle from the sheet, his nimble hands slicing the round open cake tin into the cake, leaving him with two identical round pieces. “I can bake another. This was for a function tomorrow, so I have time.”
They watched him get the cake out and place it on a cake stand, and Myungsoo had to admit that Niel seemed to be good at what he did. Perhaps he could let Niel stay.
Hoya flipped through a small book of possible frosting piping designs while Niel worked on covering the cake in a layer of frosting, setting one round circle on top of each other, chocolate on white frosting. Myungsoo rested his head against Sungyeol’s shoulder, listening to Sungyeol and Niel chatter. Being close to Sungyeol and food made him anxious, and reminded him of how hungry he was.
His pocket buzzed.
Wrestling his phone out of his pocket with one hand, the other wrapped around Sungyeol’s arm, he thumbed past the lock screen to read the text message.
So Sungjong was finally coming back - that was a relief.
He stuck his phone back and tugged on Sungyeol’s arm, “Sungyeol? Do you happen to know if there are any pants I can borrow?”
Woohyun couldn’t be happier that the farmer who stopped had been able to give them a pull with his truck. It was just enough force to finish what they had started, and get them to the dry part of the road. The fact that they weren’t stuck in the country anymore made them all realize that it was almost one o’clock in the afternoon and they had yet to eat lunch.
For someone like Sunggyu, it was making for some interesting attitudes.
“I wish the farmer had taken my money,” Sungjong said, sliding into the front passenger seat, “I feel like he should be compensated.”
“Well you could just donate that money to the cancer research,” Woohyun said as he turned the car on and turned the car around. They had been smart enough to ask for directions back to the main road.
Sungjong stuck his hand out the window and waved to the farmer as they drove by, “I’ll do that.” He looked at his ruined pants, “I hope Myungsoo brings me some pants.”
“They’re not that bad,” Sunggyu commented from the backseat. Woohyun looked up into the mirror and saw Dongwoo’s hand on Sunggyu’s knee. He grinned knowing that he was the real reason why Dongwoo was acting this way.
He may or may not have let it slip to Dongwoo that although Sunggyu liked to act as if he liked to lead, he really enjoyed being dominated. It was one of Sunggyu’s tiny weaknesses that Woohyun knew how to exploit (that and showering him with compliments).
Woohyun couldn’t wait until tonight; he would be lying to himself if he were only in this to get to Sunggyu. He had been jealous of Sunggyu’s affections towards Dongwoo for a while now, but he had stayed out of his way for the sake of his friend. Now, he wouldn’t hold back any longer, and Dongwoo was an old flame that he had no problems revisiting - his mouth certainly didn’t mind.
Not that Dongwoo was as sweet and innocent as he looked either. Dongwoo liked to give and take, and he had a wicked streak. Those yoga classes weren’t just for fun and games.
“Not that bad?” Sungjong said, whipping his head around to the backseat. “I look like I’ve been rolling around in the mud, this is not fashionable.”
“But you have been rolling around in the mud. You don’t believe hyung?” Sunggyu said, testing Sungjong’s resolve with his sharp words.
“Hyung!” said Sungjong, tone exasperated, “I don’t want to look like I’ve been rolling around in the mud. What will people say?”
“Fuck ‘em, that’s their problem.”
Woohyun slowed the car down to wait for some cars to pass by, “I’m sure Myungsoo will find you something to wear Sungjong.” There really wasn’t much for Sungjong to be worrying about; Myungsoo always took good care of him.
“You could always just tie a blanket around your waist to hide it,” said Dongwoo. Woohyun knew he was just trying to come up with some way to make Sungjong feel better.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
Woohyun snorted out air, imagining Sungjong walking around the country club in a blanket tied around his waist like a skirt or a sarong. The look on Hoya’s face would be priceless. Then again, Hoya did have a photo collection of Sungjong wearing dresses that he had shown Woohyun once when he was drunk and easily manipulated. It might not even faze him.
Sungjong did look good in a dress; he’d almost be unrecognizable from behind.
“Shouldn’t you worry about other things like, how you are going to explain the mud on the back tires?” Sunggyu pointed out.
Sungjong covered his face with his hands.
There was a harsh grab on Sungyeol’s elbow, and he found himself yanked backwards as Myungsoo walked out the door. He cried out in alarm, surprised at having been caught unaware. Niel pushed him over to the side, hissing in his ear.
“Is that Kim Myungsoo, the Kim Myungsoo?”
Sungyeol jerked his arm back, “Yes it’s Kim Myungsoo, the one I’ve been telling you about.”
“Did you know that he has the - ”
The door opened and Myungsoo’s head peeked inside, “Sungyeol? Are you coming?”
Waving his hand to shoo Myungsoo away, Sungyeol looked to Niel and then back to Myungsoo. “Just give us a minute Myungsoo, you can wait outside.”
Myungsoo stared at them for a second before backing away and closing the door behind him.
Sungyeol turned towards Niel and lowered his voice, not wanting Hoya to hear from where he was absorbed with decorating the top of the cake with fruit slices and little candies. “What do you want?”
“Hyung I was trying to ask if you knew that he seriously has the hots for you.”
“Myungsoo?” Sungyeol laughed in Niel’s face, “You’re not serious are you? That guy’s a fucking human koala with some sort of complex.” The day Sungyeol had met Myungsoo was the day he had given up his rights to personal space with strangers.
Niel poked him in the chest with his pointer finger. “Yeah, he’s a human koala, and you’re his eucalyptus tree. Get it?”
“No, stop speaking in metaphors.”
“Hyung you idiot, he wants to be on you. He stares at you like he wants to eat you, I’m pretty sure he wants you, sexually,” Niel said, words tumbling out of his mouth faster than he could speak them.
To be honest, Sungyeol had felt a sinking feeling that he was being stalked, but he kept that feeling festering in the back of his mind since he was scared to look into it. Yet, he felt almost giddy - empowering even - for Niel to tell him that someone he looked up to career wise likely wanted to fuck him. And here he was thinking about taking advantage of him by becoming his friend solely for his own means.
It was sort of sexy, in a creepy way, but Myungsoo was hot and Sungyeol had needs.
Now Sungyeol was conflicted. He could ask Myungsoo if he wanted to fuck and risk losing some tentative business relationship, or he could forget about it and tiptoe around Myungsoo’s strange behavior for even longer. Then again, he could ask Myungsoo if he wanted to fuck and then actual sex ensues.
People like Myungsoo needed to come with fucking manuals.
“Niel, I swear, if you’re wrong about this you’re doing the dishes for a month.”
Sungyeol walked away from Niel and opened the door, hand on the doorknob as he swung the door open wide. “A whole damn month.”
“I swear I’m right.” Niel called out after him as he stepped out the door.
The last thing Sungyeol wanted was for this to blow up in his face because his friend was reading into something that didn’t exist.
He walked up to Myungsoo, grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the employee office where there was bound to be a pair of spare uniform pants that could be borrowed, or stolen, for a few hours. Sungyeol led Myungsoo past a few tipsy guests and employees before he opened the door to the office and shoved Myungsoo inside.
Luckily no one was on break except one girl who was leaving the room as they were entering and gave them an impressive side eye.
Sungyeol stalked over to the uniform closet, opened it up, and took the only thing that was left inside, which happened to be the country club’s women’s uniform. There was always a spare uniform in case accidents occurred, so Sungyeol was unsure as to where the men’s uniform was.
It wasn’t anything life ending, just that the women’s uniform pants were pink - Sungjong better like the color pink.
“Will these work?” He handed the pants to Myungsoo.
Myungsoo looked them over, giving Sungyeol a nod of approval. “It’ll work.”
“Good…” Sungyeol didn’t know how he should approach this. He was in an empty room with Myungsoo, who was holding a pair of pants and staring at him intensely. His stare was reaching into the inner most parts of his soul, in a strange non-creepy sort of way.
Sungyeol cleared his throat, and he decided to just go for it.
“So, about you and me?”
Hoya stepped back and looked at his masterpiece, a swirly design of chocolate syrup, strawberries, and lime slices amongst puffs of icing that Niel had expertly piped around the sides. In the middle he had written Sungjong’s name with a heart at the side. All in all, Hoya was feeling pretty damn good about his decorating skills.
He thanked Niel for wrapping it up in a small cake box, and then looked around the kitchen. “Where did everybody go?”
Niel wiped his hands off on a rag, “I think Sungyeol and your friend went to pick something up? They did say to wait for them upstairs in the veranda for lunch.”
Shrugging, Hoya took the cake box and left, heading down the hall and outside. In the meantime, he juggled holding the box and getting his phone out to call Sungjong.
“Oh shit!” Sungjong said, “Hoya’s calling me. How far away are we? One of you call Myungsoo hyung.”
Dongwoo got his phone out and tried calling Myungsoo.
Biting his lip, Sungjong picked up the call, “Hoya! Are you done golfing now?”
“I’ve been done for a while, hey where are you exactly? It’s like one o’clock and I’m starving.” Hoya’s voice sounded very confused on the other end of the call.
Sungjong slapped Woohyun as he laughed awkwardly into the phone, and Woohyun flashed him five fingers. Good, Sungjong thought, they were almost back. “I went out for a little drive with Woohyun, Dongwoo, and Sunggyu hyung and I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
“Can I start eating without you?”
“Yes! Please do, it won’t be long.”
He hung up the phone and exhaled out a long breath of air.
“Why are you so worked up about Hoya finding out we got stuck in the mud? What’s he going to do, you weren’t even driving,” Woohyun asked as he rounded the corner and Sungjong could see the country club off in the distance.
“Because then he probably won’t let me drive anywhere for a while without him, you know how annoying he can get about his cars.” Sungjong sighed, maybe next time they got a new car he’d get it under his name.
Dongwoo got off the phone with Myungsoo, an odd expression across his face as he stared at his phone before Sungjong felt him put a hand on his shoulder.
Sungjong turned around, “Did you hear from Myungsoo?”
“Yeah, he said he has some pants for you, but he sounded odd…”
“What do you mean by odd?”
“Almost out of breath, maybe he was running?” Dongwoo’s eyebrows scrunched up as he explained what he heard.
His back cried out in pain as he was slammed up against the doors of the uniform closet a second time. Myungsoo’s phone barely out of the way of harm before Sungyeol’s hot breath was tingling across his neck.
It hadn’t taken much to convince Sungyeol that yes, he wanted to fuck him, yes it was more than a one nightstand, no he wasn’t a stalker, and yes would he please keep touching him there shit.
“How much time do we have?” Sungyeol asked, his voice lower than Myungsoo had ever heard before. He could feel Sungyeol’s tongue flittering across his skin, and it felt so good he could almost cry.
Myungsoo was trying so very hard to not get a noticeable boner.
“Maybe five minutes or less - ” His words cut off as Sungyeol kissed him, their lips sliding over each other, his eyes staring straight into Sungyeol’s half lidded ones.
He slid his hand up Sungyeol’s back, resting it on his neck to pull Sungyeol down closer to him. Sungyeol had to bend to get at the right angle to kiss Myungsoo, and Myungsoo could taste a bit of cloying sweetness from the candy Sungyeol had stolen in the kitchens.
They were getting to the good part, Sungyeol’s thumb was rubbing into his ribcage, when the hand holding Myungsoo’s phone felt a jolt of vibration.
“Fuck,” Myungsoo mumbled into Sungyeol’s mouth. “I have to go.”
Sungyeol pulled back and licked his lips; “I get off work at three today, call me.”
Oh Myungsoo would fucking call him, he would hang around the country club until midnight if he had to - of course he didn’t want to seem needy or anything. He straightened his clothes and picked up the pants off the floor from where they had fallen out of his hands.
“I’ll be waiting, Sungyeol.” He dragged Sungyeol’s name off his tongue as if he didn’t want to let it go. Myungsoo left Sungyeol in the hallway to the employee’s office, but gave him a squeeze on his ass before he turned away, delighted at the squeaking noise Sungyeol made.
“Myungsoo finally, where have you been?” Sungjong demanded, one hand on his hip and the other holding onto his bag. He had texted Myungsoo to meet him in the first floor restroom, and Myungsoo had taken his sweet time in getting there.
“I was a bit preoccupied, but here’s the pants.”
They were pink, great.
“Pink?” Sungjong got into a toilet stall, shucking his white pants off and pulling the pink ones up. “Did it have to be pink?”
“Pink was all they had, you can’t be too picky.”
Sungjong scowled, but came out of the stall and folded his dirt stained pants up, “Oh well, I rock these pants anyway.” They were a little big at the waist, but that was probably due to the elastic waist. They seemed to be a one size fits all type of pants.
He caught Myungsoo’s goofy smile in the mirror. “Look at you, what are you so happy about? Did something happen while I was gone?”
Myungsoo leaned back against the sink counter, “Maybe.”
“Spill.”
“Not here!” said Myungsoo, “Someone might be listening!”
Sungjong rolled his eyes, “I hate your privacy issues. There’s no one in this bathroom but us.”
Woohyun strolled into the bathroom, kicking the swinging door with an ample amount of force. “Can you two hurry up? Everyone else is eating already, and Hoya’s up there stabbing his pork with his chopsticks and I think he might be frying the meat with his eyes. And nice pants.”
“See?” Myungsoo said, pointing at Woohyun.
“What?” said Woohyun innocently, “I didn’t do anything.”
Frustrated, Sungjong grabbed his pants, stuffed them into his bag, and walked out of the restroom leaving Woohyun and Myungsoo behind to deal with their own problems. He’d already made enough problems of his own today. All Sungjong wanted was to see his husband, eat lunch, cuddle up with his puppy, and drink red wine.
This day had gone on long enough. His pants were ruined, his hyungs were horny idiots, Hoya was going to ask why the car was dirty, and the amount of gossiping he had gotten in was abysmal.
Tonight, he would be the one putting on the Usher music and laying out in the Jacuzzi.
Damn it was hard being rich.
Hoya laughed as he watched Dongwoo feed Sunggyu for the fifth time, carefully made lettuce wraps being stuffed into Sunggyu’s waiting mouth. Sunggyu looked like he couldn’t be happier. Something had happened between the two of them recently that Hoya was dying to find out (and use against Sunggyu if the right opportunity presented itself).
He took a sip of his martini, foot tapping on the floor, feeling nervous about giving Sungjong his present. If Myungsoo hadn’t brought it up that Sungjong was lonely, he wouldn’t have even thought much about it. Hoya had left Sungjong in Sarangi’s capable paws to give him love and affection while he was away. Apparently, that wasn’t quite enough.
For the next few days Hoya would try his best to tone down his love for the new Range Rover since he could feel Sungjong’s growing agitation. But, the Range Rover was awesome, and the amount of freedom he felt when driving it amazed him.
He twisted the ring on his hand, the metal warm from his body heat.
When Sungjong came walking in only seconds later - finally, Hoya felt instant relief. However, he was confused as to where Sungjong got pink pants. He stood up and pulled the chair out next to him for Sungjong to sit down, dropping a kiss on his cheek.
“How was your afternoon? Missed you,” said Hoya, loading Sungjong’s plate up with food from the dishes they had received at the buffet. “Pink looks good on you baby.”
Sungjong’s face flushed, “I had an accident when I was walking…”
“What happened? Do I need to beat someone up?” Hoya busied himself with taking a piece of meat off the tiny tabletop grill and placing it in a leaf of lettuce.
“No, I just fell and got my pants dirty. They were white, you know how white gets dirty so quickly.”
Hoya didn’t understand why Sungjong was being so fidgety. “You didn’t hurt yourself?”
“It was really funny Hoya,” Woohyun said, having also arrived and he joined their table with Myungsoo at his right side. “He just fell straight into the mud, all by himself.” The whole table was grins, except for Myungsoo who was staring off dreamily into the distance.
“Hyung stop,” Sungjong said weakly.
Hoya laughed and put the lettuce wrap in Sungjong’s mouth. “Maybe I shouldn’t have gone golfing today. I think I missed out on a lot of things.”
“No! You didn’t miss out on anything,” Sungjong said, mouth full and still chewing on the wrap.
Smiling, Hoya reached over and tucked a lock of hair behind Sungjong’s ear, ignoring the chatter of his friends beside him.
“I got something for you, I know you’ve probably been lonely lately because I’ve been gone a lot.”
“A lot!”
Hoya chuckled, “Yes a lot. But I had this made for you.” He pushed the small cake box into Sungjong’s hands.
Sungjong looked up at his questioningly, but popped open the cardboard and flipped the top up, revealing the cake inside. His eyes shined and his lips pursed.
“Hoya, you didn’t have to, I - I don’t know what to say!”
It was the name with the heart next to the side wasn’t it? Hoya knew he had got it right on the money. Oh yes, he thought, he was getting lucky tonight.
“I can’t hold this in when you did this!” Sungjong was biting his lip and looking guilty, “Hoya, we took the Range Rover out for a drive and got it stuck in the mud, but we got it out, and then I also fell in the mud and my pants are ruined so I borrowed these and now I just feel so guilty. Forgive us I love you!”
Hoya took Sungjong’s hand in his, patting it gently with his other hand, “That’s okay, but did you damage the Range Rover?”
He pulled his hand away fast as Sungjong squeezed tight on the hand underneath his.
“Hoya I am going to hurt you.”
Well, angry hate sex was always good too.
Hoya should have guessed, a day at the Woollim Country Club was never without its entertainment, and that was why he was proud to be a member.
“Woohyun keep your hands off my thigh!”
Nothing ever changed.
♥