Pic: stevenfeuerstein

the title is from a song from green day, but the song this is based on is called soñé [i dreamed] by zoé, [give a quick glance at the translated lyrics, don't be lazy-i even looked them up for you] the tile is not always related anyway.

should i mention this was supposed to be a sufbb au? or more like, based on the parody. on which they fail to act like thugs

oh well. let's pretend this is located after the contest that ends up as a draw, (and no myungsoo, they don't become infinite).

!sunggyu-centric. domestic woogyu? sufbb!verse[-ish]

I'm thinking about you all the time, in the shine of the sun, in a corner of the sky.

Sunggyu wakes up on a Saturday’s afternoon with the sound of water drops hitting his window, dreams still pulsating, reverberating in his mind. His head hurts; he hasn't had much sleep these days. He would, in fact, rather be sleeping, but his stomach growls. He wonders when was the last time he had a decent meal.

While rubbing his eyes, he looks around the small apartment, wondering the time. The place is messy and unorganized (which, by the way, means the same) and the day, gloomy and agonizing. Sunggyu would dare to say "like him," but he's not that dramatic.

He stands up and grabs a lemon-flavored lollipop from the box Sungjong left for him the last time he came. He's not particularly fond of the taste, but keeping his tongue and teeth occupied will prevent him from damaging his already chopped lips. His phone, besides announcing the thousands (okay he's exaggerating, maybe only hundreds?) missing calls from his friends—half of them from Sungjong; he knows the kid, with his temper, will take him and shred him to pieces next time they see each other—indicates it's past six now. That means ten hours of sleep, he thinks with annoyance. On the last two days.

He takes a packet of instant ramyun on his way to the kitchen. Luckily it doesn't take that long to cook it, it's called instant for something. Then, minutes later, after he's put on clean clothes and sat down to eat his dinner (or is it breakfast? Lunch?) the monotone sound of the rainfall is interrupted by a couple of knocks on the door. Sunggyu scratches his head again, unsure of what to do. He knows the guys have been worried about him and come to see him on every spare time they have—to interrupt him!—but it’s not like he wants visitors, he already told them that.

Sunggyu tries to ignore the knocks and focus on his soup (he's even had the decency of dressing up to eat it), but they keep going for the next couple of minutes. Taking out the stick of his now gone lollipop that he's started to chew, he stops to cherish the scent of warm noodles flooding his apartment. Thankfully it's not cold; his home is warm and comfortable. But, in the middle of slurping his noodles, Sunggyu realizes something that nearly makes him burn himself.

If Myungsoo, Dongwoo and Sungjong were outside, they would be creating a ruckus by now—especially that brat who calls himself the drummer of their group. They would even make their way to enter somehow, as Dongwoo has done it before. But those aren’t the obnoxious knocks of his friends; those sound quiet and rather unsure.

Sunggyu rules out the possibility of sellers because well, he lives in a rooftop and it's getting dark; what kind of sane person would be outside selling things so far away from the ‘good neighborhoods’ with this weather? And besides, he paid his rent some time ago (if it’s the day he thinks it is), so the owner of the building isn’t likely to come soon, either. Either way, the knocks grow obnoxious and he fears he won't be left alone to edit his compositions (or catch up with more sleep), so he decides to stand up. Better get over with whoever is on the entrance and start working on the arrangements he left halfway done before falling asleep.

The person turns out to be no other than the leader of their rival band, Nam Woohyun. Woohyun leans on the doorframe of his entrance with an uncertain look in his face. He’s drenched, head to toe, and Sunggyu can swear he can see him trembling slightly. He smiles almost insecurely, trying to seem confident—or probably create some sense of sympathy. Sunggyu stares at him, trying to find a way to discover this is an illusion generated by his lack of sleep, but no, Woohyun doesn't disappear even if he rubs his eyes.

“Go away,” it’s the only thing Sunggyu manages to say when he finds his voice, and repeats it a little bit louder, trying (and failing) to sound more confident. The words come out more like a whisper, not as desperate and raw he would like to. A part of him laughs in the corner of his mind because he knows saying go away means the same as stay for Woohyun, and maybe the same goes for himself.

Not that he's proud of it, in fact, he must be crazy to let him barge into his life so easily.

Woohyun doesn’t go away—and neither do all the thoughts in his head; they never do—and to Sunggyu’s discomfort, he steps into his house like he’s the owner and takes off his wet designer shoes. “I knew you’d open sooner or later.” His voice is deep and oddly calming, lulling. Somewhere on his mind, Sunggyu realizes this is why he's the vocalist of his group.

He doesn’t know what to do. He wants to drag him back and let him freeze with the rain. Yell at him (or beat him up, he can pay for a private hospital with the best of cares after all) can be an option. They're enemies (or, as Myungsoo put it one day, in alleged armistice); some kind of act of enmity should happen. But instead he just snorts, cynical part of his head asking if the anger is with Woohyun or with himself.

"It's cold. Close the door," while he muses, still standing in front of the open door, Woohyun speaks. He's sitting on the floor, taking out his leather wallet and his expensive cell phone, and putting them on the small table in the middle of the room. Stupid, it's not even cold. "So, what's for dinner?"

Sunggyu sighs, closes the door, and goes for some clothes for the other. “Don’t get my stuff wet,” he warns with a tired voice. He finds an old t-shirt nobody uses anymore and a pair of baggy pants that maybe belonged to Sungjong, but they’re too big to tell for sure. When he comes back, however, Woohyun's soaked-self is still sitting on the floor, but now devouring his precious instant ramyun. "Who told you to do that?" He tries to hit Woohyunm but the guy is good avoiding his punches (and besides, Sunggyu himself doesn't feel like using his entire strength.

"Don't be like this. I've been standing on your doorway for minutes, I'm going to get sick." Woohyun curves his lips in a cheeky smile after his words. "Aren't you going to offer me a shower?"

"I don't see how getting soaked is related to eating my food." Sunggyu sighs, dropping himself on the cushion next to Woohyun. "And no. I don't want to waste my hot water."

"Then let's bath together, that way you don't waste much." He laughs and Sunggyu, irritated, hits his forehead. Woohyun yelps in pain, but continues laughing after that. "What? You look like you need one." Sunggyu stops himself, this time amazed at the guy's guts to tell him that. Woohyun takes that moment as a chance to lean forward and make exaggerated sounds of sniffling. "And smell like one too."

The other boy grunts, pushing the face off his neck. He, however, can't control the unwitting shiver going through his body. Standing up on his feet, he says, "Just leave. I doubt you can't pay a taxi." He takes the empty bowl and scowls, going to the kitchen to boil more water. "I'll even call one for you if you want to."

When he comes back to give cold glares that doesn't work anymore and hope Woohyun pays attention for once, he finds the male struggling to take out his wet shirt and sighs. "I have my own car waiting outside." And he dares to flash another cheeky grin.

Sunggyu scoffs. "Of course you would." But still, his good heart tells him it's fine, to which his brain replies only until his clothes get dried.
 

The whole clothes getting dried becomes an excuse. When Sunggyu tells Woohyun, he laughs and nods, asking for more of his cheap ramyun. Sunggyu scoffs one or two more times, reluctantly serving a portion for the rich kid who has fascination for simple things like ramyun and another for Sunggyu himself.

"So what have you been doing?" Woohyun asks after slurping the last bit of his food. It's an obvious and strangled way to start things off with Sunggyu, but it works.

Sunggyu shrugs. "Isn't it obvious?" He points to a stack of music sheets, fairly sized and messy. The notebook where he writes lyrics is next to it, with a shortened pencil lying not so far. Woohyun laughs softly in understanding, and Sunggyu finds it oddly pleasant. He puts his bowl in front of Sunggyu. "What, you want more?"

"No," he replies simply. Then, Sunggyu realizes his intentions. Woohyun wants him to take it to the kitchen for him. He scoffs (again), stereotypical rich kids who want people to do things for them. He, oblivious to the things going through Sunggyu's mind (or maybe not) sighs. "Is this why you haven't been to school these days?"

Sunggyu nods before Woohyun's disapproving stare. "What? Don't look at me like that." Somehow, he feels the need to explain himself. "It's not that important. I already know what I'm going to do the rest of my life." He does, and to prove further his point, he motions the pile of sheets again.

"But school is important!"

"You didn't want me at your school at first." He raises his eyebrow to give a more dramatic effect, but his monotone voice (Just as monotone as the rain) gives away the feel.

In front of him, Woohyun frowns. "That's different."

"Really, how is that different?" When he sees Woohyun's at loss for words, he smiles in victory. The boy doesn't say anything else, and stands up to put the bowls away (surprisingly!). While he's filling them with water and leaving them in the sink, Sunggyu has time to watch him. The figure feels foreigner and yet familiar, natural. The gray shirt and sweats fit Woohyun so well (in a metaphorical sense, not physical—not that Sunggyu will admit it if that were the case) Sunggyu feels scared he will get used to it.

That is, until Woohyun comes back and brags ("like what you see?") and no, how can Sunggyu get used to this annoying rich brat?

"Get over yourself."
 

But, even though he's still in denial, that night is filled with music sheets and improvised songs, all of which Woohyun is conveniently blamed for. Sunggyu blames him because he's the one that creeps over to his bed and makes himself comfortable. He's the one that takes the pile of arrangements and starts making corrections, just to mock him. He's the one that pulls a packet with a new string for his guitar, which Dongwoo broke the last time they were on his apartment.

Sunggyu doesn't ask—Woohyun would probably laugh, and he has a pride to keep. Instead he simply watches faking mild interest the string being put and the guitar being tuned. But is Woohyun, and he wouldn't be Woohyun if he didn't make fun of everything related to him. ´

"Don't you want to know what kind of secret is behind my knowledge about this?" He points to the guitar on his lap.

"You stalk me?" Sunggyu gives a half-hearted guess. But the truth is that he has a bit of curiosity. Woohyun still counts it as a guess, and nods in disapproval. "Nobody told you to buy it anyway."

"That's pretty rude." Woohyun pouts. He looks ridiculous, but Sunggyu still tries to suppress a smile. "I even went to your favorite store."

Oh.

"Sungjong?" He tries again

Woohyun smile fades a bit, but it goes back to normal after a second. "Yeah, I guess you got it." He scratches the back of his head, guitar still on his lap, and Sunggyu thinks that he looks kind of natural in this situation too. "Your friend is kind of overwhelming."

Somehow, Sunggyu finds himself agreeing. "You haven't seen him yell." He smiles fondly at the mention of his friends. He's not aware, but the corners stretch upwards in an unwitting movement; a toothless and barely-there smile, almost shy, but quite firm. But then, he realizes he's left his guard tumble down for a second, and goes back to his composed and uninterested self. "But really, I'll pay you back."

He stands up from his position in front of the bed, eyes wandering around to look for his wallet. He spots it lying not so far from his forgotten school bag, thrown on a corner. Woohyun is faster than him, though. He throws his hand and captures Sunggyu by the shirt, stopping him. "It's not necessary."

Sunggyu looks at him, hoping his eyes are intimidating enough. "Nobody asked you to do it."

Woohyun, immune to his hostility, keeps his lips curved in a smile. "I wanted to do it. Is it bad?" He pulls him by the hem of the shirt, and Sunggyu, yielding without thinking, is dragged back until they're face to face. Well, at least somehow face to face; Sunggyu feels taller facing the boy sitting on the bed. But that doesn't matter much since he's still at loss, unable to come up with a witty answer.

Woohyun's eyes flicker downwards and his smile stagger for a moment, almost indiscernibly. Then, it comes back, and his eyes fixed on his are as intense as Sunggyu has seen only on rare occasions. He leans forward, lips parted and eyes now half-lidded and vehement. His actions casting a spell, forcing him to move, too. Sunggyu feels drawn to Woohyun, especially when the hands that were formerly busy with the guitar sneak around his waist and embrace him; especially when his own hands move without any consent and are placed on the other's shoulders for support and he's crouching.

But then, the guitar makes a sound when Woohyun tries to shift for a more comfortable position, and Sunggyu goes back to his senses. The spell is lost. Woohyun keeps closing the distance, and it does seem like a waste to miss this opportunity—even though it's embarrassing to admit it. But there's still the argument he lost just now. So, he settles for a short-lived, half-hearted peck on the corner of the lips, and takes the guitar, hands leaving the warmth from Woohyun's body.

"Give me this," he says, unwrapping himself from Woohyun's grip. He sits next to him, Cheshire-like smile on his lips when he knows himself winner. His smile grows wider when Woohyun realizes what just happened and ruffles his hair in frustration, lips tumbling. "You don't even know how to tune it properly."
 

It's not like he doesn't want to kiss Woohyun. Their relationship (in a non-romantic way, please) is full of twists and unexpected turns—like the tie on the band contest—but the attraction is still there. Opposites attract, as the natural law dictates. But alas, Sunggyu knows that doesn't work for long-therm relationships. Differences will get in the way to the point of destruction; it's bound to happen. And although he's aware of that, he leads himself on his way to a finale, Woohyun's hand on his while they move towards a dead end. He does want to kiss Woohyun, even though his mind still echoes the consequences and worst case scenarios possible.

They make an odd pair, he thinks while Woohyun's lips are hard and raw on his long hours after they finish discussing his newly-written lyrics. Their agreements are silent and promises, made from material similar papier-maché. It won't last. It will be a disaster. And still, Sunggyu finds himself wrapped between wishing to stay like they are, and end already.

Woohyun promises sound sincere, so sincere Sunggyu wishes he could stop. He's in the middle of muttering yet another unfinished we could… and running his hands through Sunggyu's disheveled copper hair. His words dance, breeze-like, careless, close to the shell of Sunggyu's ear. They lull Sunggyu, drawing him as everything Woohyun has said (has become), drowning him until he's not sure of his actions and pulls Woohyun towards him by the hair, lips on top of the other boy's in hopes the words stop.

Sunggyu feels sleep overcome him, even though he woke up just some hours ago. The apartment falls silent while the two of them are lying close in the uncomfortably small mattress. He relaxes—no, he really does, like he hasn’t done it in a good chunk of time—and breaks the silence, humming the song they finished arranging together. Together, his mind echoes, is a strong word. Sunggyu hears a faint chuckle, distant, before his eyes are completely closed and his body limp on the small and squealing mattress.

"It is," he mutters with what's left of his energy, before falling asleep. Before guiding himself, steps unsure, towards dreams.
 

He wakes up, much to his dismay, when the source of his warmth (reads Woohyun) is gone. He palms around the empty space—which is not much—in hopes to find a blanket. Nothing. Although the bed is still warm, he sighs in annoyance at his loss of sleep and opens his eyes. It's still dark, he realizes with horror, and Woohyun is still on his apartment.

He is, in fact, roaming around the kitchen, movements lazy and distracted. He's not wearing the gray shirt from before. Instead, he's sporting a white wife-beater Sunggyu is pretty sure it's stolen. His hair is a birds' nest, raven with brownish glints illuminated under the artificial light.

The kitchen feels humid when Sunggyu enters, still rubbing his eyes with sluggish movements, and the smell of instant noodles is faint on the air. Woohyun is, surprisingly, standing in front of a pot of boiling water and stirring the noodles, without noticing. Again, Sunggyu gets that odd sensation that (almost) makes him believe it's natural for Woohyun to be wandering around his apartment in comfortable clothes and prepare ramyun on a lazy Sunday morning like any other person would. Almost, because the designer clothes placed messily on a small cushion when he throws a glance at the so-called living room, now dried, are a reminder.

"What are you doing?" Sunggyu asks, not because he's not able to see the obvious, but because the scenario fits so well it throws him off.

Woohyun jumps, startled, and turns around. "Don't appear out of nowhere," he scolds. Sunggyu feels a smile break through his annoyed façade. He doesn't fight it; he's still too dazed to care. "Making more of this cheap ramyun, I was hungry. Did I woke you up?"

Sunggyu suppresses a yes, even though he doesn't know why. Instead, he replies, "Don't call it that. You're making it sound like it's a bad thing."

"Well, it is cheap."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Sunggyu frowns, picking up two bowls. "Expensive doesn't mean high quality." Woohyun makes a face that signals his surrender, grabbing the bowls from Sunggyu's hands. "You are the best of the examples."

Woohyun fakes an outraged face, attempting to kick him. He fails, but his revenge comes when he's serving the noodles and Sunggyu is left with a smaller portion.
 

"Why are we here so early?" Sunggyu complies, finishing his (miserable) portion of ramyun. They're outside the apartment, sitting with their legs crossed in a wooden surface Sunggyu was smart enough to have under roof so it's dry. It's not raining anymore, and the weather is nice enough they don't need blankets.

"To watch the sunrise, what else?" Woohyun, next to him, puts his empty bowl on the side and shifts closer without much thought. The warmth irradiating from him, even though not unpleasant, is foreigner for Sunggyu. He doesn't need it, it's not cold, but there is still something pulling him towards it.

"We can't watch the sunrise from here Woohyun, the buildings block the view," his rational self speaks, while the other—the one that doesn't care, that lives between dreams—treats his body like a puppet and pulls him towards the warm. Without noticing, his head falls on Woohyun's shoulder. "Is this why you woke me up?"

"So I did woke you up." Woohyun moves his arm as he talks, conveniently ignoring the rational-Sunggyu and sneaking his hand around the dreamer one.

Sunggyu hums, burying his nose on the dips of Woohyun's collarbones. He smells like fresh summer rain and coming home. Under his eyelids, he daydreams of losing himself in the dips and curves of Woohyun's collarbones, on Woohyun's entire body. The air is humid, dizzying, and Sunggyu finds himself falling asleep again. But, against his will, he breathes a confession. "I dreamed of you."

Woohyun, interested, shifts a bit to look at him. "Really? What was it?" Sunggyu opens his eyes to encounter Woohyun's deep, dark brown ones fixed on his. "And don't fall asleep, it won't be fun to watch the sunrise alone."

"It was you," Sunggyu replies, shrugging from the hand lying comfortably around him. He sits back, straightened, and continues, "You placed both of your feet on the railing"—he points at the white, still bluish from the dim light—"and let yourself fall on your back while I was leaning on it."

"Wow." Woohyun raises his eyebrows, mouth forming a lopsided grin. "You kill me on your dreams. How romantic."

"Let me finish." Sunggyu leans to his side, pushing him softly. "The railing disappeared too, and I fell too." He feels self conscious because of the next part of his dream, but Woohyun nods, encouraging him to continue. "You catched me, we were falling."

"Did we die?" Woohyun asks, without sarcasm or irony. He sounds genuinely interested. Sunggyu shakes his head. "Then, what happened?"

Their voices are quiet, sweet-sounding, and Sunggyu feels like keeping them that way. He shrugs, trying to sound nonchalant. "We became cherry blossom petals."

And then, as he could only expect from Woohyun, his response is stupid and hollow. He laughs, muttering something along the lines of girly and bad boy. Sunggyu, offended, stands up to leave. At least now that Woohyun is out; he could simply close the door and not let him enter. It doesn't matter his things are inside. The can leave them, he'll throw them in the trash later.

But Woohyun is faster than him, again. He grabs the shirt again and pulls Sunggyu to stop him from leaving. "Come on, it was a joke." Sunggyu tries to pry himself off but the guy is strong; he may be rich enough to have his own gym at home and work out. Woohyun tugs harder until he manages to have Sunggyu in a forced rest on his lap. "The sun is about to rise, stay still."

"Why would I? You're an ." Sunggyu flails his hands around, still struggling. "And your thighs aren't comfortable. Let me stand up"

"Stop struggling." Woohyun grabs one of Sunggyu's hands with his own, while the other keeps him in place. "It'll be quick, I promise."

Sunggyu sighs in defeat. "I don't know why do I cope with you. I could be sleeping now." But he does what he's told, reluctantly. Once Woohyun considers him calm enough, he lets him go, but still holds his hand. He rises to a half sitting position next to Woohyun. "You're still an ."

"Shh, it's starting," Woohyun mutters. While Sunggyu wonders why does he have to be quiet if the sunrise doesn't produce any sounds, he keeps his hand interlaced, warmth attracting him and giving him a strange comfort he didn't know he was looking for. Woohyun is facing front, solemn look on his face, and doesn't spare a glance at Sunggyu.

Sunggyu looks up, waiting for something he's seen countless of times before. He knows how sunrises are like from that place, he's lived on that rooftop for quite some time already. And yet, it never fails to impress him. He may have bickered with Woohyun about staying before, but sunrises are something worth to see, even if they live in the city. It starts slowly, unsure, weak ropes of light slipping through the spaces between buildings. Then, the light gains strength, filling all the space with intensity. From their place on the rooftop, Sunggyu sees the brightness being reflected on the windows, and also, on the small droplets that have resisted the night.

From the corner of his eye, he also sees the light reflected on Woohyun. It's strange, but his eyes mirror the droplets attached to the railing, and his hair now looks a lighter brown, almost vermilion. He's lost on his thoughts, fascinated, and Sunggyu feels a feather touch that makes him feel better.

"You know," Woohyun breathes, so quiet the other boy almost misses it. "I dreamed about you too. And it was similar"

Sunggyu snickers, not completely believing him. "Really?"

"Really." Woohyun's tone is airy when he speaks. "Only that, instead of me falling first, we fell together." He raises their connected hands, putting them against the sunlight. "And instead of cherry blossom petals, we were light." He turns to give Sunggyu a side-smile, and then back to their raised hands. Sunggyu follows his action, looking at their hands. "Starting from the fingertips." He holds Sunggyu's callused fingers while passing his thumb over them. "The light streamed down our bodies." The thumb moves in circles on the back of the hand, placing feather-like touches. "All the way to our chests."

The fingers interlace again, and Woohyun turns back to face him. Sunggyu, for a moment, is lost in the imagery, inwardly smiling. He is, again, hypnotized by Woohyun's words—by Woohyun himself—but manages to mumble, "You're making that up."

"I'm not," Woohyun leans forward, soft smile mirroring Sunggyu, and takes his lips, encountering something he hasn't before. Acceptance.

Sunggyu moves, too, kissing fervently. His tongue traces over Woohyun's lips, moving slowly. Woohyun tilts his head to his side, pressing himself further against his body and, seeing Sunggyu close his eyes, does the same. Their movements are calm, lazy. The hands that were previously connected are used to steady themselves, but the others find their way over their bodies. Sunggyu lets himself loose, lets Woohyun take control.

Without breaking the contact, Woohyun pulls him down on top of him. It's not until they're completely lying down, and Sunggyu has decided he's left breathless, that they pull away. It's curious, how after spending the night together, which is usually when is easier to get rid of self demons and insecurities, they end up exposed like this in the light. Sunggyu nuzzles his head on the hollow of Woohyun's neck, closing his eyes. Curious, indeed.

"What if we go back to sleep?" he mumbles.

Woohyun chuckles. "Are you sure? You look rather comfortable."

Sunggyu hums as a response, but his mind betrays him. It starts leaving, steps now firm, towards sleep. He ends up drowned in Woohyun's rain scent that starts dissipating; drowned in warmth coming from his body; drowned in sunlight spread through the sky.

And he has a dreamless sleep.

in my defense, i just want to say i wanted to write domestic lovehate woogyu. and that the skeleton (a not so well-planned au of sufbb) has been sitting on my folders for a long time. still, this looks so painfully similar to ch. 4 i'm sorry.

thank you for reading anyway. what is sad is that winter break is over (noooooOOOOoooOOOo come back), but the next one is the last anyway.

:D