Sealed with a Kiss [01]
Sealed with a Kis
Rated; PG-13
Pairings; MyungYeol, WooGyu, slight!WooYeol
Genre; U, romance, comedy
Summery;Sungyeol wants his ex jealous. Myungsoo needs the money. It’s a win-win deal.
A/N: This fiction has about 20 chapters which is approximately 50,000~ words. I will update it every week, on the same day.
A huge, enormous, gigantic thanks t splashie_xyt who has been a great friend! :D Thank you for being awesome~!
Special notes and warnings; I've spent a few good months in Korea, and I know that they use a three-grade system in high-school, just like in my country. There's a freshman, a sophomore, and a senior. No junior. Sorry if this is a bit confusing.
Also, my mother language isn't English, so forgive me in advance for any grammar mistakes!
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Chapter 01
Sungyeol looks back at the shoebox, and then up at Woohyun’s face. “What?” His voice echoes in the lonely playground.
It’s a chilly evening. It’s still a little humid, and the streets are wet from the rain that just stopped. They used to come to this spot ever since they were younger, waiting for all the kids to scatter to their homes, so they could have the place all to themselves, talking about grown-up things as if they were grownups
It’s a bit romantic, in a way, to end their relationship in the same spot.
“Look,” Woohyun takes a hand through his hair again. He looks uncomfortable on the swing. “I think we both went a little aboard with experimenting… alright? We’re childhood friends--”
“So. Basically, you’re breaking up with me.”
Woohyun rolls his eyes. “You make it sound like we were a couple in the first place.”
Sungyeol stands up, making the box fall onto the sand beneath them. The contents scattered all over; a little teddy-bear Sungyeol won for him in one of their dates, a bunch of photographs with their goofy faces and happy expressions and the expensive headphones Sungyeol bought for his birthday a month ago. Why is he giving it back?
He wants to snap something nasty, to say something mean and curse him for being such a bastard to even return all this stuff, but his throat gets clogged and he can’t find the words.
“Sungyeol,” Woohyun’s voice softens. “You’re my best friend, and I love you.” He places his warm hand on Sungyeol’s shoulder. “Just… not like that.” Woohyun takes a deep breath, as if this is so difficult for him. “You know very well that you feel the same as me. It was nice while it lasted… but-“
“Right.” Sungyeol finally says. He doesn’t bend down to pick up the stuff from the ground, just makes sure to stomp over the teddy-bear as he leaves.
“Hey…” Woohyun calls after him. “Wait. Sungyeol.”
He’s not going to wait, nor does he stop walking.
“Shit,” Woohyun curses somewhere behind him.
That’s the last thing Sungyeol hears, because he puts on his earphones and blasts the music to the max and makes sure to never look back.
∽
Nam Woohyun was his best friend ever since they were both snotty little kids with missing teeth and scratched knees.
Sungyeol was always the tallest in class, and since he was a bit weak as a child, he got bullied a lot. They called him the ‘Gentle Giant’ or ‘Big Crybaby’.
Woohyun always stood up for him - although shorter, with a really high-pitch voice and a stock of seriously clichéd catchphrases - through thick and thin.
They grew up together, listening to the same bands, playing the same games and eventually even liking the same girls. It didn’t help that Woohyun was his neighbor.
Woohyun is one of those rare people Sungyeol just can’t get sick of. He’s a bit selfish, and conceited, but overall, he’s fun to hang out with. They would always find something to do together.
Woohyun had plenty of girlfriends and it’s not like Sungyeol felt particularly jealous or anything; they come and go like socks, and it changed nothing between them because they were always best friends. But then one day, three glorious months ago, they got drunk together on New Years Eve (when Woohyun’s girlfriend went aboard to visit relatives) and kissed.
They would do just that ever since, sneaking out behind their parents backs and making out in dark corners and stuffy toilet rooms. Woohyun dumped his girlfriend, and Sungyeol would ditch his classmates anytime, as long as there’s some touching and kissing involved. It was fun and their so-called dating was exactly like the two of them hanging out before they even started this thing. They never fought about anything, mainly because Sungyeol never found a reason to fight - Woohyun knew everything about him, and Sungyeol knew everything about Woohyun. As simple as that. Comfortable.
Sure, they never actually voiced out loud that they were dating. Up until now. And apparently, they weren’t dating. They were experimenting.
Sungyeol tears all Woohyun’s photos from his mirror and drops them to the trashcan. Even the precious ones with Hoya that mean the world to him. He slumps on the bed heavily and picks up his phone.
11 missed calls from Woohyun.
Great. He was sure they were done talking. He feels like throwing his phone to the trashcan as well.
“Hyung, mom says you’re grounded for not coming down to dinner when she specifically asked you to come-oh, your mirror looks lacking.” His little brother comes to bug him, and Sungyeol growls and puts the pillow on his head.
If he’s lucky, he’ll suffocate.
∽
“I’m not going to school. I’m sick.”
With that, he takes a toast from the plate, and trudges back upstairs, dragging his heavy blanket after himself as he goes. He’s still in pajamas although it’s obviously almost 8 o’clock.
His mom makes a face; his dad lifts his gaze for a second from the newspaper before shrugging his shoulders. She hits his dad with the kitchen towel for being a bad parent.
She comes up to his room after a minute or so and caresses his back; “What’s wrong baby? Where does it hurt?”
“Everywhere.”
“You don’t seem to have fever,” She’s going to send him to school; he knows it. So he just covers himself with the blanket and curls up.
She sighs. “Is it girl trouble?” she asks gently. Sungyeol frowns under the blanket and wishes for her to just quietly leave. Last thing he needs right now is his mom advising him how to deal with the situation.
“Boy trouble?”
“Mom!” He groans under the blanket.
“Do you want me to call Woohyun?”
“Oh, god, anything but him.”
“So it is boy trouble?”
“MOM! I’m sick! I’m staying home!”
She lets him wallow in his pity for a whole day. He stays under the covers, only embarking when Hoya - their mutual best friend and Sungyeol’s classmate - sends him a message to ask where he is and if he’s sick. He sits on the phone with him for at least an hour, explaining him how frustrated he is about his life, and how shitty he feels and how much he hates Woohyun. Of course, it’s not the same like actually complaining to Woohyun, because Hoya only makes agreement sounds and suggests a useless solution here and there.
The next day, his mom shoos him to school, by shaking him out of the blanket until he falls on the floor, still half asleep. She yells at him to go to school since she’s paying good money for his education and that he’s an ungrateful rascal.
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ldquo;You look like shit,” Hoya remarks as they bump their shoulders in the hallway.
“I can’t take so much flattery in the morning,” Sungyeol sends him a dry glare and makes him laugh.
“So, a fight with Woohyun? I never thought I’d live to see that.”
“It’s not a fight,” Sungyeol insists. “We’re just not… friends anymore.” Not friends, not best friends, not lovers and not experimenting-buddies. Or whatever else Woohyun had thought of them.
“I bet you ten bucks that you’ll make up by next Monday. He was in my face yesterday about how much he regrets talking to you.”
Sungyeol perks up, but doesn’t want to voice it out loud. Hoya has this strange ability to know what’s on his mind so he continues; “Said that he should take lessons in phrasing himself correctly before he hurts other people or something like that,”
What? What the hell is that suppose to mean?
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Sungyeol wishes to have a quiet, uneventful lunch, but he catches Woohyun’s gaze, and immediately turns around. If not a bunch of idiots blocking his exit, he would’ve dumped his lunch and escaped before Woohyun caught up to him, but he eventually does in the hallway.
“Can we talk?”
“No.” He keeps a steady, quick pace.
“Why not?”
“I’ll give you three guesses.” Sungyeol opens his locker and takes out his notebooks. He hopes he sounds really angry.
“Come on,” Woohyun slams his locker door closed. “That’s enough. You’re making a fuss out of nothing.”
“Nothing?” It makes his blood boil. He glances around to make sure nobody’s at a hearing range, before leaning down a little; “Your definition of nothing and my definition of nothing must be different; because sticking your tongue down my throat for three months sure doesn’t seem like nothing to me.” He wants to say the word ‘nothing’ for a few more times just out of spite.
Woohyun gives him that smoldering, desperate look. “I’m sorry, okay? Let’s just calm down and talk about this…?”
“Woohyun-ah,”
They both turn around. The voice that called Woohyun’s name is unfamiliar. Sungyeol doesn’t even need to see the blue ribbon on the guy’s blazer to know that he’s a senior; he looks older with broad shoulders and an intense gaze. His bangs are dyed, and both of his ears are pierced
Sungyeol suddenly recalls him; there was this rumor about him being in a rock-band, and how girls from his class swooned over him.
Woohyun returns his attention back to Sungyeol; “I have to go now,” he says, and Sungyeol is scandalized, because he was hoping to fight a little more. It was kind of exciting and new. “I’ll talk to you in the evening,” he reassures, before stalking after the guy.
How does he even know this senior? Sungyeol knew all of Woohyun’s friends - since it was his friends as well - and that is not one of his friends.
It’s probably because he doesn’t see him a lot lately; although in the same grade, Woohyun is in a different class ever since the start of the new semester.
The senior drapes an arm over Woohyun’s shoulders. How weird.
∽
“What the hell?”
Sungyeol glares at the guy that bumped into his shoulder.
Usually everybody are at least a head shorter than him, and one glare at them will suffice to make sure they’ll never cross paths with him again, but this guy is almost as tall as him. His face is completely indifferent. He’s wearing a black t-shirt underneath his school blazer, a PSP in his hand - probably the reason he bumped into Sungyeol in the first place. Sungyeol immediately notices the yellow ribbon on the pocket of his blazer; he’s a grade lower than him.
It’s not like he’s intimidating, but something about him sure captures him. Sungyeol isn’t in the mood for anything right now.
“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, instead of gluing your eyes in to screen?” He tells him.
The guy chuckles; “Why don’t you mind your own business?” His voice is cold and strong as he digs his dark eyes into Sungyeol.
“It’s you who bumped into me-“
“So?”
“So you should apologize, freshman.” He makes sure to stress out that he’s older, therefore should be respected.
The other snorts in disdain, looking all amused. “Normally I might’ve apologized, but for you I’ll make an expectation.” He leans up to him, till the point Sungyeol could actually smell his strong cologne. It smells really good.
Sungyeol furrows his eyebrows.
“Myungsoo! Myungsoo, they said we need two million won! Where are we going to get two million won in a week? The-“ Another really young freshman comes up to the guy, tugging at his sleeve. His hair is bleached and kind of long, and he’s really cute. Like a girl. He trails off when he sees Sungyeol and bows a little; “Oh.” He says, looking awkwardly between them, “Hello.”
He’s much more polite than his bitchy friend, who still glowers at Sungyeol.
“Should learn some manners from your friend.” Sungyeol rolls his eyes, swings his bag back on his shoulder, and goes home. He had enough of this school for a lifetime.
∽
Apparently Woohyun’s new friend has a car.
They’re chattering by the car in the sidewalk, when Sungyeol finally comes home, after a long and tiring afternoon in the arcade.
That’s why Woohyun wasn't waiting for him to go home together when school ended. Not that Sungyeol wanted him to wait. Well… maybe he did, a little. He wanted to be gently coaxed into forgiving Woohyun after Woohyun would’ve apologized a thousand times.
Woohyun doesn't even notice him, since chattering with this guy is so much more important. They’re laughing at some joke, pushing at each other chests. The senior has a toothy smile, that spreads on his face and makes his eyes disappear.
He slams the door of his house shut, to make sure Woohyun will know he’s home now.
He takes a shower and purposely doesn’t check the phone. So what if Woohyun promised that they’ll talk in the evening? Sungyeol is a very busy man.
When he comes out of the shower, it’s almost nine o’clock. He got no missing calls. No messages.
Sungyeol sulks, and then actually finishes most of his homework, for once.
When it’s half past eleven, he’s exhausted, and can’t wait any longer. He opens his curtain; maybe Woohyun went to sleep and forgot all about it.
Yup, the lights in Woohyun’s room are shut. Figures that’s what happened.
Sighing in annoyance, Sungyeol leans on the windowsill. If Woohyun ever thought he’ll forgive him, now he’s definitely lost his chance. He glances at the sidewalk, and almost falls out of the window.
They’re still there! Woohyun is still talking with that older guy, by his car!
What the hell?! They’ve been there for almost four hours!
Woohyun has this stupid grin on his face, and they’re holding hands now while the other leans on the car. Then Woohyun suddenly pulls the guy by the hand, and they’re kissing. Right there, in the middle of the street, underneath Woohyun’s house, while the streetlight spills some somber light on them.
∽
“I’m not going to school. I’m sick.”
His little brother rolls his eyes at him while munching on his pancake, and Sungyeol glares at him before trudging back on his room. He doesn’t make it to his room, because his mom drags him downstairs (by pulling his ear) to have breakfast.
She starts mumbling to herself what had she done to have two ungrateful sons like them, and then blames it all on their father, who doesn’t dare to look up from his newspaper because then he’ll get slapped with the kitchen towel. Typical Lee Household morning, except Sungyeol doesn’t want to go to school. He plans to ditch, but gets scared when his mom threatens to ground him. Last thing he needs is his video games gone when he comes home. And god knows how many times that happened.
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So, how is it for a first chapter?
I feel like there must be a great need for a cliff hanger; sooo.... since I have the fic already finished and edited, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
>>Chapter 02>>