Glue
glue
sungyeol/L, G, fluff
in which sungyeol fails to prank myungsoo. again.
a/n: My first Inpiniteu fic! And first post in this journal, so I wanted the fic to be fluffy-ish and lighthearted. And yeah, here you go~ It's pretty short.
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Five months, six days, three hours, one minute and two seconds. That’s exactly how long, Sungyeol calculates, that he has been trying to prank Myungsoo.
His plan isn't working too well. The other members were fairly easy to prank. Sunggyu dropped everything he was doing to run to Sungyeol’s aid, believing he was beaten up, only to find Sungyeol lying on the floor covered in fake blood and unable to refrain himself from snickering. Woohyun nearly had a heart attack, watching what he believed was a singing video (“He sings really well, I swear, you’d like him,” Sungyeol had said), only to almost jump out of his seat ten seconds in when a high pitched scream and a close up of a scary picture replaced the original video. Dongwoo started freaking out, trying to shake Sungyeol awake, believing that Sungyeol fainted out of fear because of his reckless driving. Sungjong made a scene, slamming doors and not talking to Sungyeol for a week when Sungyeol hid his teddy bears and told Sungjong that he had lost them. And Hoya was (and still is) weirded out by Sungyeol, who simply stared at Howon whenever he could and flashed a cheeky smile when Hoya glared back at him.
But Myungsoo is a different story, and he ruins Sungyeol’s plan of trying to prank every single member in the course of one month.
Even after failing to prank Myungsoo in that first month ― “Sungyeol, get up. I know you’re faking it. And take down the saran wrap from the doorway, I’m not blind, you know” ― Sungyeol didn’t give up. But with each prank Sungyeol tried to pull, Myungsoo caught on to every single one without fail, frustrating Sungyeol more and more. Myungsoo, on the other hand, was, and still is, amused by all of Sungyeol’s failed attempts. “Damn it, Myungsoo!” Sungyeol mumbles after each failure, only to be taunted by a smirk and Myungsoo childishly replying with, “Mehrong!”
It’s with every smirk, every condescending laugh, every “Pabo!” coming from Myungsoo that makes Sungyeol desperate to trick him in any way at all, no matter how simple or stupid, even. He just wants to wipe that stupid and annoying triumphant smirk off of Myungsoo’s face. And it takes him five months, six days, three hours, one minute, and twenty seconds until he finally jumps up from his seat, snapping his fingers with a light bite of his bottom lip. He finally thought of the perfect idea.
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Super glue, his hand, and a simple high five with Myungsoo are all he needs to pull the prank. It’s foolproof, he thinks, because even if Myungsoo see’s the super glue, he can easily force his hand onto Myungsoo’s. Then maybe, and he smiles to himself just thinking of it, Myungsoo won’t smile his crooked smile that makes Sungyeol’s heart beat faster (it’s out of irritation, he tells himself, not of anything else). Then maybe he’ll finally win, and he’ll be the one with a stupid, annoying smirk on his face, hoping to raise the speed of Myungsoo’s heart beat (just so that Myungsoo can feel the same irritation he feels, he convinces himself, not because he wants confirmation of anything else).
And so it’s with those thoughts in mind that motivate Sungyeol to walk out of the room and search the dorm for super glue, mischievous smile playing on his face, scaring Hoya along the way.
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It’s foolproof, he still thinks, smiling at the bottle of super glue he holds in his hand, thanks to Sunggyu ― who didn’t even bother asking what he needed it for, not wanting to know.
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It doesn’t take Sungyeol very long to plan on how to get Myungsoo to high five him naturally, and as soon as he works out his idea, he doesn’t wait another second to put it into action.
“Psst. Hey. Hey. Hey, Myungsoo-ah!” Sungyeol nags, continuously poking at Myungsoo’s resting body.
“What!? Just leave me alone,” Myungsoo groans, swatting Sungyeol’s arm away and bringing his other arm over his eyes, wanting to get back to his nap.
“Okay, fine, never mind. I’ll go ask Sungjong to help me prank Dongwoo then. I thought you might want to get back at him after breaking your camera, but I guess not,” Sungyeol starts, slowly getting up, waiting for Myungsoo to grab his arm or stop him with a -
“Wait.”
Bingo.
“What?” Sungyeol asks, masking his joy by feigning an annoyed expression on his face.
“What do you mean what? I’ll help you, stupid.” Myungsoo’s eyelids are still heavy and Sungyeol can barely see his eyes, but he sits up anyways, wanting to get back at Dongwoo, who still didn’t pay for his broken camera.
“Stupid? Never mind. Maybe I don’t want you to help me anymore,” Sungyeol yanks his arm away from Myungsoo’s light grip, trying to make everything seem as real as possible.
Myungsoo thinks for a second, staring at Sungyeol’s blank face before he shrugs and lays back down, “Okay.” Getting back at Dongwoo sounds good to Myungsoo, but he figures that Sungyeol and Sungjong can prank him, and thus Dongwoo technically gets the karma he needs ― and all the while Myungsoo gets to rest. Win-win situation, he thinks to himself while retreating back to his earlier nap.
“Okay? What? Yah, Myungsoo, you know I was kidding, come on, help me! Hurry, get up,” Sungyeol tugs at Myungsoo’s heavy non-responding arm. He sighs, still tugging at the limp arm, so much for not being too obvious.
It takes five more minutes of arguing back and forth, but Myungsoo finally gets up, falling for Sungyeol’s pleading and pouting face. Or maybe it’s because it’s Sungyeol, and because he likes spending time with him, but he doesn’t even let the thought enter his mind.
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“Really? You tried this on me before, and failed. What makes you think Dongwoo will fall for it?” Myungsoo asks, staring at the saran wrap duck-taped to the doorway of their shared bedroom.
“You answered the question already.”
“Because it’s Dongwoo?”
“Of course.”
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“Okay, so take out your phone and record this. Ready? Hopefully he’ll wake up,” Sungyeol says, looking to Myungsoo who nods in reply and takes out his camera phone, pointing the camera towards the saran wrapped door with an expecting smile.
Meanwhile, Sungyeol quickly squeezes the superglue onto his hand, yelling out to Dongwoo, “Oh my god, Dongwoo! Come out here! Hoya just got hurt! Shit, hurry Dongwoo! Dongwoo!”
It doesn’t take long for Myungsoo and Sungyeol to hear a loud thump coming from the room, and it takes even less time for them to burst into laughter, seeing Dongwoo run straight into the saran wrap, pushing him back into the room.
“Yah, what the hell!?”
Sungyeol laughs, holding his superglued hand up in the air for Myungsoo to high five, “Told you he would fall for it!”
Myungsoo’s too busy laughing, eyes semi-closed and arm over his stomach, to realize that Sungyeol has superglue on his hand. It’s too late ― when his hand comes in contact with Sungyeol’s hand and doesn’t come off ― when he does finally realize it. It’s only then, when he see’s the smug look on Sungyeol’s face, that it comes to him that Sungyeol pranked both him and Dongwoo at the same time. But it’s when he see’s that it’s Sungyeol’s hand that he’s stuck to that Myungsoo mimics the smug look on his face with the lopsided smile that Sungyeol hates (loves) so much.
“Ha! Myungsoo, I finally got you! Wait, why are you smiling? Do you not see this?” Sungyeol waves their glued hands in front of Myungsoo’s face as if it was a trophy.
“Thanks, you guys,” Dongwoo grumbles, rubbing the back of his head, heading back to bed still half-asleep and not wanting to deal with the two.
“Yeah, I see it. Don’t you?” Myungsoo answers, unable to hold in a small laugh from escaping.
“Uh, yeah. I see that I finally pranked you before you noticed it...” Sungyeol says slowly, confidence deflating with every word Myungsoo replies with.
“And you didn’t notice that you pranked yourself too, dumbass,” Myungsoo imitates him, waving their hands in front of his face, smirking when Sungyeol’s smile turns into a frown. “Now you’re superglued to me too.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t. I mean, why else would you be so happy about being stuck to me now?”
“I hate you.”
“Why me!? It was your fault!”
“I hate you.”
Myungsoo bursts out into another fit of laughter over Sungyeol’s failure, falling onto the couch and accidentally pulling Sungyeol down with him.
Myungsoo’s laughter dies down and he wraps his free arm around Sungyeol, smiling into his big brown eyes, “Still hate me? This is what you wanted, right? Why didn’t you just say so, instead of using glue to get this close to me?”
That smirk. That damn crooked smile. Seeing it up close makes Sungyeol change his mind. Maybe he doesn’t really hate seeing that smirk, he thinks. Maybe seeing it over and over again is what makes Sungyeol want to fail in his tricks towards Myungsoo. Maybe he just really loves seeing that smirk, that damn crooked smile.
Sungyeol doesn’t think for another second, desire takes his lips and presses them against Myungsoo’s.
Myungsoo isn’t as surprised as he thought he would be, and desire takes Myungsoo’s lips and kisses Sungyeol back.
sungyeol/L, G, fluff
in which sungyeol fails to prank myungsoo. again.
a/n: My first Inpiniteu fic! And first post in this journal, so I wanted the fic to be fluffy-ish and lighthearted. And yeah, here you go~ It's pretty short.
-
Five months, six days, three hours, one minute and two seconds. That’s exactly how long, Sungyeol calculates, that he has been trying to prank Myungsoo.
His plan isn't working too well. The other members were fairly easy to prank. Sunggyu dropped everything he was doing to run to Sungyeol’s aid, believing he was beaten up, only to find Sungyeol lying on the floor covered in fake blood and unable to refrain himself from snickering. Woohyun nearly had a heart attack, watching what he believed was a singing video (“He sings really well, I swear, you’d like him,” Sungyeol had said), only to almost jump out of his seat ten seconds in when a high pitched scream and a close up of a scary picture replaced the original video. Dongwoo started freaking out, trying to shake Sungyeol awake, believing that Sungyeol fainted out of fear because of his reckless driving. Sungjong made a scene, slamming doors and not talking to Sungyeol for a week when Sungyeol hid his teddy bears and told Sungjong that he had lost them. And Hoya was (and still is) weirded out by Sungyeol, who simply stared at Howon whenever he could and flashed a cheeky smile when Hoya glared back at him.
But Myungsoo is a different story, and he ruins Sungyeol’s plan of trying to prank every single member in the course of one month.
Even after failing to prank Myungsoo in that first month ― “Sungyeol, get up. I know you’re faking it. And take down the saran wrap from the doorway, I’m not blind, you know” ― Sungyeol didn’t give up. But with each prank Sungyeol tried to pull, Myungsoo caught on to every single one without fail, frustrating Sungyeol more and more. Myungsoo, on the other hand, was, and still is, amused by all of Sungyeol’s failed attempts. “Damn it, Myungsoo!” Sungyeol mumbles after each failure, only to be taunted by a smirk and Myungsoo childishly replying with, “Mehrong!”
It’s with every smirk, every condescending laugh, every “Pabo!” coming from Myungsoo that makes Sungyeol desperate to trick him in any way at all, no matter how simple or stupid, even. He just wants to wipe that stupid and annoying triumphant smirk off of Myungsoo’s face. And it takes him five months, six days, three hours, one minute, and twenty seconds until he finally jumps up from his seat, snapping his fingers with a light bite of his bottom lip. He finally thought of the perfect idea.
-
Super glue, his hand, and a simple high five with Myungsoo are all he needs to pull the prank. It’s foolproof, he thinks, because even if Myungsoo see’s the super glue, he can easily force his hand onto Myungsoo’s. Then maybe, and he smiles to himself just thinking of it, Myungsoo won’t smile his crooked smile that makes Sungyeol’s heart beat faster (it’s out of irritation, he tells himself, not of anything else). Then maybe he’ll finally win, and he’ll be the one with a stupid, annoying smirk on his face, hoping to raise the speed of Myungsoo’s heart beat (just so that Myungsoo can feel the same irritation he feels, he convinces himself, not because he wants confirmation of anything else).
And so it’s with those thoughts in mind that motivate Sungyeol to walk out of the room and search the dorm for super glue, mischievous smile playing on his face, scaring Hoya along the way.
-
It’s foolproof, he still thinks, smiling at the bottle of super glue he holds in his hand, thanks to Sunggyu ― who didn’t even bother asking what he needed it for, not wanting to know.
-
It doesn’t take Sungyeol very long to plan on how to get Myungsoo to high five him naturally, and as soon as he works out his idea, he doesn’t wait another second to put it into action.
“Psst. Hey. Hey. Hey, Myungsoo-ah!” Sungyeol nags, continuously poking at Myungsoo’s resting body.
“What!? Just leave me alone,” Myungsoo groans, swatting Sungyeol’s arm away and bringing his other arm over his eyes, wanting to get back to his nap.
“Okay, fine, never mind. I’ll go ask Sungjong to help me prank Dongwoo then. I thought you might want to get back at him after breaking your camera, but I guess not,” Sungyeol starts, slowly getting up, waiting for Myungsoo to grab his arm or stop him with a -
“Wait.”
Bingo.
“What?” Sungyeol asks, masking his joy by feigning an annoyed expression on his face.
“What do you mean what? I’ll help you, stupid.” Myungsoo’s eyelids are still heavy and Sungyeol can barely see his eyes, but he sits up anyways, wanting to get back at Dongwoo, who still didn’t pay for his broken camera.
“Stupid? Never mind. Maybe I don’t want you to help me anymore,” Sungyeol yanks his arm away from Myungsoo’s light grip, trying to make everything seem as real as possible.
Myungsoo thinks for a second, staring at Sungyeol’s blank face before he shrugs and lays back down, “Okay.” Getting back at Dongwoo sounds good to Myungsoo, but he figures that Sungyeol and Sungjong can prank him, and thus Dongwoo technically gets the karma he needs ― and all the while Myungsoo gets to rest. Win-win situation, he thinks to himself while retreating back to his earlier nap.
“Okay? What? Yah, Myungsoo, you know I was kidding, come on, help me! Hurry, get up,” Sungyeol tugs at Myungsoo’s heavy non-responding arm. He sighs, still tugging at the limp arm, so much for not being too obvious.
It takes five more minutes of arguing back and forth, but Myungsoo finally gets up, falling for Sungyeol’s pleading and pouting face. Or maybe it’s because it’s Sungyeol, and because he likes spending time with him, but he doesn’t even let the thought enter his mind.
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“Really? You tried this on me before, and failed. What makes you think Dongwoo will fall for it?” Myungsoo asks, staring at the saran wrap duck-taped to the doorway of their shared bedroom.
“You answered the question already.”
“Because it’s Dongwoo?”
“Of course.”
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“Okay, so take out your phone and record this. Ready? Hopefully he’ll wake up,” Sungyeol says, looking to Myungsoo who nods in reply and takes out his camera phone, pointing the camera towards the saran wrapped door with an expecting smile.
Meanwhile, Sungyeol quickly squeezes the superglue onto his hand, yelling out to Dongwoo, “Oh my god, Dongwoo! Come out here! Hoya just got hurt! Shit, hurry Dongwoo! Dongwoo!”
It doesn’t take long for Myungsoo and Sungyeol to hear a loud thump coming from the room, and it takes even less time for them to burst into laughter, seeing Dongwoo run straight into the saran wrap, pushing him back into the room.
“Yah, what the hell!?”
Sungyeol laughs, holding his superglued hand up in the air for Myungsoo to high five, “Told you he would fall for it!”
Myungsoo’s too busy laughing, eyes semi-closed and arm over his stomach, to realize that Sungyeol has superglue on his hand. It’s too late ― when his hand comes in contact with Sungyeol’s hand and doesn’t come off ― when he does finally realize it. It’s only then, when he see’s the smug look on Sungyeol’s face, that it comes to him that Sungyeol pranked both him and Dongwoo at the same time. But it’s when he see’s that it’s Sungyeol’s hand that he’s stuck to that Myungsoo mimics the smug look on his face with the lopsided smile that Sungyeol hates (loves) so much.
“Ha! Myungsoo, I finally got you! Wait, why are you smiling? Do you not see this?” Sungyeol waves their glued hands in front of Myungsoo’s face as if it was a trophy.
“Thanks, you guys,” Dongwoo grumbles, rubbing the back of his head, heading back to bed still half-asleep and not wanting to deal with the two.
“Yeah, I see it. Don’t you?” Myungsoo answers, unable to hold in a small laugh from escaping.
“Uh, yeah. I see that I finally pranked you before you noticed it...” Sungyeol says slowly, confidence deflating with every word Myungsoo replies with.
“And you didn’t notice that you pranked yourself too, dumbass,” Myungsoo imitates him, waving their hands in front of his face, smirking when Sungyeol’s smile turns into a frown. “Now you’re superglued to me too.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t. I mean, why else would you be so happy about being stuck to me now?”
“I hate you.”
“Why me!? It was your fault!”
“I hate you.”
Myungsoo bursts out into another fit of laughter over Sungyeol’s failure, falling onto the couch and accidentally pulling Sungyeol down with him.
Myungsoo’s laughter dies down and he wraps his free arm around Sungyeol, smiling into his big brown eyes, “Still hate me? This is what you wanted, right? Why didn’t you just say so, instead of using glue to get this close to me?”
That smirk. That damn crooked smile. Seeing it up close makes Sungyeol change his mind. Maybe he doesn’t really hate seeing that smirk, he thinks. Maybe seeing it over and over again is what makes Sungyeol want to fail in his tricks towards Myungsoo. Maybe he just really loves seeing that smirk, that damn crooked smile.
Sungyeol doesn’t think for another second, desire takes his lips and presses them against Myungsoo’s.
Myungsoo isn’t as surprised as he thought he would be, and desire takes Myungsoo’s lips and kisses Sungyeol back.