For topluvsmeh
~Infinite Secret Santa 2013~ *Santas Revealed!*For topluvsmeh
Couple: Yadong OR Donggyu (chose Donggyu)
Prompt: one of them wants to party for christmas but the other disapproves
A/N: OK, a heads up, (as stated above) this is long and I am really sorry to the request-er if it didn’t really suit your tastes. I can only write crack. Hope you like it anyways, took me ages so I’m mildly satisfied with it. Oh, and there are bits of Myungyeol, just a teeny bit.
Dongwoo burst into the room, wearing what seemed to be the most random get-up I’ve ever seen in my entire life. He stole Sungjong’s blindingly yellow top hat, his feet bore wooden clogs – wherever the hell he got that from, is wearing short shorts, a polka-dotted bow tie, some too-huge scarf wrapped haphazardly around his neck and is that my leopard-print T-shirt he’s wearing?
“Let us pAAAAAAAAAAAR-TAY!” he proceeded to yell out.
I cringed at his voice, glaring at him a bit. “ing hell, Dongwoo – don’t sneak up on me like that!” I yell back, kicking away my laptop under my bed.
Turning around to fully face the guy, I then noticed the empty bottle of wine grasped loosely in his left hand. He had this loopy grin on his face and was prodding the magic eight-ball lying on the floor, murmuring to himself in fascination. Basically, he looked -faced. Correction, he is -faced.
Dongwoo suddenly sprang up from his crouched position on the floor, looking bewildered. “OMG – HYUNG. I…” he stopped for a moment, picking up the oversized pool ball at his feet and holding it over his head looking as if he was worshipping its existence, “I have found the answer to world peace.”
“Must be ing Woohyun and Sungyeol again,” I grumble to myself. It is always, always the resident runts’ doings, the short-stack and the lanky one. I can just imagine the both of them creeping near my room right now, listening on our conversation and giggling their asses off. Dongwoo has absolutely zero tolerance with alcohol. He once got drunk off of too much nara pickles for ’s sakes. And, still, the nuts hands over a whole bottle of red wine to him. I am surrounded by incompetent idiots.
I stand up and walk over to Dongwoo, wrestling the magic eight-ball out of his hands and ignoring his pleas of “but it talks, hyung” and “IT’S THE CONCH SHELL FROM SPONGEBOB, HYUNG” as I safely put away the toy in my dresser. I faced him again, my index finger pointed at the closed door. “Out,” I say to him.
Dongwoo shook his head at me, that same wide grin on his face. He then proceeded to drop down to the floor and cling to my leg like a 5-year-old child.
Do I really have to deal with this now? It is our Christmas week off and we have been working our bums off for the past few days, promoting, promoting and bleeding promoting. Can’t a guy just spend a day off, creeping on the internet and not move a single muscle? And I was doing so well in the first 8 hours. Tear.
I placed my hands on my hips, looking all sassy-like as I spoke down to him, “Ok, what the hell Dongwoo, what are you doing here? As you can see –” I pause and gesture at the laptop half poking out under my bed “– I am very much busy ok? And when my bedroom door’s closed – it’s code for ‘ off I am not in the mood right now’.”
“But, hyuuuuuung,” he whines, clinging to my leg even clingier. He looks up at me, eyes wide and ing cute and damn something inside me softens, “paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty.”
I stare firmly into his eyes, trying to seem unfazed by his act. Even when he’s completely intoxicated, he still manages to twist my inner strings. “What party? We’re not going to any party tonight, Woo. I am tired and just want some alone time, alright?”
Dongwoo is still looking at me with those stupid eyes of his. “So no paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty?” he repeats sadly, the expression on his face as if I had kicked a puppy in front of his eyes.
I crouch down to his level and pry off his hands. As soon as I do, though, he immediately clings to my arm. Sighing, I try talking some sense into him, “Dongwoo, I, your awesomely perfect boyfriend, am tired and you –” I poke a finger to his chest “– are completely, utterly drunk and are in no condition to step out of the dorm. Think of the press we’ll get.”
Still, he looked sceptical. And pouty.
I had to restrain myself from just tackling him right there.
“But – but – but –” he blubbers, “it’s Christmas! It’s the season of celebration and partying and – oh, oh, OH – candy canes and–and more partying (with a lot of candy canes).”
I couldn’t help the smile that plays on my lips. Dongwoo’s practically a grown-up and he still gets excited at the mention of candy canes. He’s too precious. “We have candy canes stocked in the fridge of our menial kitchen and if you want to party that bloody much, the living room is a perfectly fine place to do so.”
I hear the chorus of Big Girls Don’t Cry blaring and, suddenly, Dongwoo’s shoving his iPhone up my face. It was flashing a text message from one of the Jung twins – I’m not sure if it was from Dae-ryong or So-ryong since Dongwoo was pressing the phone a little too close to my nose for me to see clearly. It went something like “Party at the crib, you sons of es. Bring yourselves and wear your pants. I do not ing want a repeat of last year. I am talking to YOU Sungyeol. Control your little man , will you, Myungsoo?”
I’m guessing it’s Dae-ryong. So-ryong’s too to swear.
I overhear the others down the hall. Woohyun’s whooping. Sungjong’s probably already skipped off to his wardrobe, planning on what to wear. Sungyeol’s rages of “ing Dae-ryong of all people calling him a man ” and “it was a bleeding accident” can be heard from down the hall. Myungsoo’s trying to calm down his pissed off boyfriend. And Hoya’s being Hoya, who is completely unnerved and indifferent to it all.
“See? See? Everyone’s going. Now let’s go, hyung. I don’t want to go without you,” Dongwoo huffs, eyes drifting to stare at his clogs. “I’d feel alone,” he pauses, sounding a bit hesitant as he continued, “and what if I accidentally stand under some mistletoe and you’re not there? I only take your kissies, Sunggyu-hyung, you know that.”
“Oh, you do, don’t you?” I’m full-on grinning right now, and I steal a quick kiss, eliciting a small cry of protest from him.
He’s weakly pushing at my chest, small punches sneaked in between. “Nooooooo,” he drags the word, looking a bit dizzy and light-headed, “we’re going to be late! Let’s GO.” He tries to stand up on his two legs but his right foot gets tangled with his left and he ends up stumbling face-first onto my bed, mumbling into the bed covers something along the lines of “I hate Hyunnie and Yeollie.”
I slip in beside him and pat his bum. “I’m always right, Dongwoo. And you can’t even handle standing properly right now. Better you just stay in for the night.”
“No, I want out, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now –”
Oh, , he’s never going to shut up about this ‘partying’ is he?
“Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now –”
That’s when an idea springs into mind. I cackle to myself, “I’m a genius.”
I walk into Woohyun and Sungjong’s shared room while the both of them are getting ready for the party. “Hey, Woohyun –”
“NO, SUNGGYU-HYUNG, DON’T KILL ME. KILL SUNGYEOL. IT WAS HIS IDEA. AND I AM TOO PRETTY TO DIE YOUNG, NO PLEASE –”
I throw a rag to his face, promptly shutting him up. “Oh, hush, we’ll deal with that later, just give me the rest of your alcohol stash for now. I think that’ll suffice as the first part of your punishment.” I know how obsessive Woohyun can be about his alcohol.
“But hyung. That’s a little too cruel don’t you think?” he whines.
I shake my head at him. “Do I look like I give a ? Now hand me over that so-called ‘hidden’ stash of yours or hell will pay.”
He dips a hand under his bed and pulls out a whole six-pack of beer. Woohyun’s caressing the thing as he hands it over, whispering to it, “I’ll miss you, my darlings.”
Sungjong takes the time to pop his head out of the mound of clothes lying on the floor and sassily say to Woohyun, “God, hyung, get a girlfriend will you? And if that’s too hard for you, you can at least try to get laid for once.”
Before I stroll out of their bedroom, I see Woohyun flinging his used boxers to Sungjong and the latter’s girly screech in response.
I enter my bedroom and find Dongwoo lying sideways on my bed, still whining to go out. “Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now – oh hey Sunggyu-hyung – now, now, now –”
I wave the pack of beer in the air at him, immediately attracting Dongwoo’s attention and ceasing his rants. “Look what I got, Dongwoo, alcohol,” I sing-song.
Approximately half an hour later, Dongwoo is now twice as wasted as he was before. He has a hard time just sitting up and he’s pointing and giggling at the bedroom ceiling as if it’s the most hilarious thing he’s ever seen. And it didn’t even take half of the pack of beer to get him like this. I feel sort of bad but, hey, now I don’t have to step out of the comforts of my bedroom and I have Dongwoo all to myself for when I want a cuddle.
“Hey, heyyyyy, Gyu-gyu,” he coos at me, pointing at some part of the ceiling. I think the only downside of it all is that he’s started calling me “Gyu-gyu” but I’ll let it slide. Just for him. “That looks likes satan, don’t it?” he breaks off, laughing like mad.
What part of my bedroom ceiling looking like satan is funny? And – the ? – he’s now mumbling stories about satan as if he’s an old friend of his. I start to voice out my thoughts but then he’s staring up at me with those eyes of his, and my tongue goes numb.
Dongwoo’s suddenly silent now and his eyes bore into mine, head tilted to the side adorably.
I stare back.
“Sunggyu…” he breathes out, my name lingering on his lips.
I absolutely love Dongwoo’s voice. It’s that perfect cross of just waking up and that tone of voice when someone’s pleading. “Yeah?” I respond. My finger touches his bottom lip lightly and a soft groan slips out of Dongwoo.
“I want you to…” he doesn’t continue but he’s peering up at me through those eyelashes of his and I get it.
The air between us is thick with tension and I start leaning in, closing in the few inches that separate Dongwoo’s lips and mine. He’s staring at me as I approach nearer, nearer, nearer.
And then he ruins it all.
“Hah! Got your nose!” he squeals loudly, hand miming off plucking my ‘stolen nose’ and hiding it behind his back.
I face palmed. Maybe giving him too much to drink was a bad idea.
I hear my bedroom door opening and turn to the source. Hoya barges into the room along with Sungjong, who’s toting a hot pink handbag (“Satchel, hyung, satchel! Gosh! Keep up with the trend, will you?”) and looking like the inner diva he is. As soon as they enter, Sungjong’s already off in a girlish fit, screaming at a confused Dongwoo “omg hyungie why the hell do you have my hat”.
“Hey, Sunggyu-hyung…” Hoya falters slightly as looks me up and down, taking in the batman boxers and green T-shirt. “So I’m guessing you’re not coming?”
I shake my head in response and point at Dongwoo who’s draped himself all over a creeped out Sungjong. He has his mouth position just mere centimetres from Sungjong’s ear, murmuring how “pretty he smells”.
“Like hell I’m leaving him alone,” I state, ignoring Sungjong’s cries of help.
Hoya quirks an eyebrow at me, eyes looking pointedly at the cans of beer littered all over my bedroom floor.
I may or may have not drunk some myself. “What? You know I dislike partying.”
He ends the conversation there.
The door – once again – slams open and Sungyeol’s striding in, grumpy and impatient. “For the love of Yeol – can you old geezers get a bleeding move on?” he’s yelling exasperatedly.
Hoya and I squint at him. “Did you just –”
“I know, I know, it’s this thing I saw on the internet,” he says. “There are people out there who already acknowledge me as their all mighty master and I just know of this now.”
“What?” Hoya and I blurt.
“Oh and – btdubs – I’m trying to make it a thing.”
“Yeah, good luck with that, Yeol,” I say sarcastically. “Anyways, why the is it that you lot are crowding up my room?”
Sungyeol opens his mouth to answer but then Myungsoo suddenly appears out of ing nowhere and randomly starts kissing him. Next thing I knew, they’re practically ripping off each other’s clothes off of my fur carpet.
“Guys – god – get a ing room!” Hoya shouts at the couple, throwing a book in their direction. It bounces off Myungsoo’s , and Sungyeol flashes Hoya the finger.
I just sat there, too traumatized to say anything.
“HYUNGS HELP ME FOR GOD’S SAKES,” Sungjong cries out from under Dongwoo’s figure.
All of us paid him no heed.
Woohyun stomps into the room amidst all the chaos. He takes one look at the beginnings of a video splaying out on my innocent carpet and rolls his eyes. “Sheesh, Myungsoo, it was just an innocent kiss.”
Sungyeol instantly pushes Myungsoo off of him, face the very definition of scandalized and shirt half-off of his chest. “Myungsoo! Oh my god!” he yells, rubbing his lips viciously as if doing so could rid himself of the kiss.
Myungsoo looked so guilty, taking Sungyeol’s hands into his. He looked even more devastated when Sungyeol pushed him away.
I groaned to myself. Just when I thought they’d get the out of my room so that I can settle the mini me growing in my pants, the damned trio drama-bombs the place.
“Yeol, babe, it was just – it was just –” he stammered.
Woohyun waves a hand at Myungsoo dismissively, cutting off his incoherent muttering. “Myungsoo, dude, calm down, it was mistletoe – I had to kiss you,” he says matter-of-factly.
I clean forgotten. Sungjong had gathered all of us two nights ago and practically forced us to help him decorate the dorm. I thought it was stupid and dumb and didn’t hold myself back from complaining the entire process. But Dongwoo and I managed to sneak in a few kisses and 23 minutes into it, we lolloped off for a little bit of ‘alone time’. So I guess it was ok all in all.
I break out of my thoughts when Myungsoo screeches, “Well I didn’t want to lips with the likes of you!”
“Hey, I don’t think you’re deserving of me either but it’s in the rules,” Woohyun shrugged.
“I’m an atheist!”
“…What is your point?” Woohyun, being the idiot he is, probably doesn’t even know what it means. He shrugs again. “It was just an innocent kiss anyhow. No biggie.”
“IT WAS NOT AN INNOCENT KISS. YOU THREW YOURSELF AT ME AND SHOVED YOUR TONGUE DOWN MY THROAT FOR FIVE BLOODY MINUTES.”
“Um, isn’t that considered ual harassment, guys?” Sungjong pipes up. But no one pays him the attention.
Woohyun is staring at Myungsoo as if he’s the daftest idiot in the room. “Ok, Soo, it happened – personally – it . Now let it go.”
Myungsoo is now full-on glaring at Woohyun and his lack of a flying ery. “You’re straight.”
All eyes are now peering judgingly at Woohyun. He just shrugs again and mumbles a “what”.
I refrain from smacking him.
Sungyeol takes it as his cue to speak up. “UGH – Myungsoo, you could’ve as least, like, washed your mouth with detergent or something before kissing me,” he says as he’s still rubbing his lips, face twisted in disgust. “Ew, ew, ew, now I have Woohyun cooties.”
Woohyun gasped, sounding hurt. “You should consider yourself goddamn lucky to even swap saliva with the great Nam Woohyun, Lee ing Sungyeol!”
Sungyeol flipped him off. “I just consider myself very traumatized and disgusted, Nam mothering Woohyun.”
Hoya rolls his eyes. “Says the pot.”
Sungjong nods in agreement.
Myungsoo grabs Sungyeol’s hands again. I noticed the look of relief in his eyes when Sungyeol doesn’t push him away. “So you’re not mad?” Myungsoo asks his boyfriend.
Sungyeol contemplates for a moment but then shakes his head. Myungsoo exhales a long breath.
“I’m a little pissed that I – technically – touched lips with that grease ball, but, nah,” he pauses and flashes a smile at Myungsoo, “I forgive you.”
They kiss.
Sungjong “aws” and nudges at Hoya, who still has that indifferent and “what the hell is wrong with my band members” look going on. Woohyun folds his arms and pouts crossly. I whisper curses under my breath. Dongwoo, now back beside me, coos at them and hugs my arm tightly. I think my stomach fluttered. Damn him.
I let them have their little fiesta in my room for a tad bit. Then I flipped.
“Ok, ok, show’s over, it’s a happy ending, now .” I start piling them out of my door and out the house. “Enough with your lame chick flick! Move it someplace else.”
“Aish, hyung!” Sungyeol retorts. “Watch it! I am some person’s god out there. Have some respect will you?”
Myungsoo is pushed out a-dazedly, visible hearts in his eyes.
Sungjong grumps. “Sunggyu-hyung, just because we call you old, doesn’t mean you have to act like it 24/7.”
Hoya files out of the room willingly, shouting back that they’ll be back late and he’ll be in charge.
“Wait – I’m third oldest. I should be in charge,” Woohyun argues, falling in step with him.
“Yeah, but you can’t even take care of a single goldfish and we’re only a single month apart anyways.”
“THAT WAS A ONE TIME THING.” On a softer voice, slightly embarrassed tone, he adds, “I…thought fish survived off of water...”
“One, you are stupid. And two, you are ing stupid.”
“DON’T JUDGE ME.”
Finally I push Sungjong – the last of them – out the door. I say a quick “later, retards, be back before 3” and slam the door shut.
I turned my heel and sashayed back into my room, ready to spend a night of sweet silent bliss and –Oh sweet baby Jesus my laptop no.
“No, Dongwoo! It’s not what it looks like –” I leap but then stop myself, hanging in an awkward between Dongwoo and the door. Judging from the look Dongwoo had on his face and my open laptop lying on his lap, I was too late.
Dongwoo dragged his eyes away from my lit screen, eyebrows furrowed. “Hyung…you watch this kind of stuff…?”
Slowly and cautiously, afraid that Dongwoo would hit me or something; I take a place beside him and I pry the laptop off him. “Dongwoo, it’s – it’s not what it looks like –”
I break off when I notice Dongwoo eyeballing me. I scour him, once twice, yet I still can’t place the look on his face. Is he mad? Disgusted? A minute goes by. Two. Then, three. Don’t tell me he’s going to break up with me over this? I thought it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. I mean, men have their needs. But, this is Dongwoo we’re talking about here. He probably doesn’t even – Oh, god, what if he hates me now? I can’t bear the thought. Oh, Kim ing Sunggyu you outdid yourself this time. Why can’t I just –
“Hyung,” Dongwoo’s voice speaks up. I avert my eyes away. “I didn’t know you watch –”
“Don’t say it!”
Dongwoo’s face splits into a smile, face cocked to the side. “– Gossip Girl!”
Damn, my secret’s out now. Time for plan b. Pack my bags and move out of town. I start crawling under the carpet in shame, crying “Don’t look at me! Don’t look at me!”
Dongwoo is baffled for a moment. “Hyung!” he calls out, pulling the carpet off, revealing my pathetic self, lying face-down on the floor and . Dongwoo tries peeling me off the floor but I bat his hands away and go back to loudly.
I turn my head a bit, and catch Dongwoo pouting, arms crossed. “Sunggyu, get off the floor,” he tries, nudging at me with his foot.
I feign daft, and curl myself up into a ball.
There’s silence for a bit but then I hear soft puffs of laughter. I fume. The little brat is laughing at me! This is the exact reason why I never wanted anyone to know about my ‘little’ obsession in the first place. Soft hands grab at me, and, in spite of myself, my temper simmers down. “Hyung, are you embarrassed?” I hear him ask, failing to mask the bemused tone in his voice.
I don’t answer.
“Hyung, answer me.”
I hear the traces of worry in him. I finally crack.
I sit up, knocking his hands off. “Y–yeah, I am,” I answer, avoiding eye contact.
Fingers graze my chin and Dongwoo appears in front of me. My eyes widen a bit at the close proximity. “What’s so wrong about the show anyways? I don’t understand much of it but it looks like a nice enough plot. S’nothing to be embarrassed about, Sunggyu-hyung,” he slurs, inching into my lap. His fingers still dance across my neck and collarbone, as if he’s composing a beat.
I can slowly, slowly feel the embarrassment tipping away. “Let’s see what the others say when you tell them then,” I snort.
Dongwoo’s fingers stop, leaving fading tingles at the spots he touched. I chance a glance and find Dongwoo’s eyes staring up at me, hurt. “I’m not like that, hyung. If I knew you’d be uncomfortable about it, I won’t tell.”
I backtrack quickly. I don’t want tears to start pouring now. “Yeah, I know,” I whisper softly, placing one secure hand around his waist and the other against his cheek. “I’m paranoid, that’s all.”
Our foreheads meet, our noses barely touching. Dongwoo heaves a long sigh. “I like moments like this, hyung,” he whispers ever-so-softly, thinking that if he spoke any louder, the moment would disappear.
I hum in agreement. It’s true. We never get to spend much time together. What with Infinite, and promotions, and my solo project and promotions, and in between that, variety shows that need to be done, Infinite-H suddenly springing up, and more, more, more promotions. I sometimes wonder how we managed to even get through it but then. Then there are moments like these, where we’re just two people who love each other, who need only each other. Such fleeting moments, but it comes up often enough that I know that we can make it. To the other end of the tunnel.
Dongwoo starts nodding off, head bumping my shoulder and snapping me out of my daze.
“I forgot that you’re tipsy,” I laugh, propping him up. Dongwoo’s a cross of happy- and sleepy-drunk, always dozing off at the weirdest places when he’s wasted. He’s rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Let’s get you to bed.” I stand up, him wrapping his legs around my waist and me carrying him like a child.
Dongwoo protests. “No, I want to stay up some more. I sort of like that gossip thingy – we can watch it together.”
He wants to spend time with me that much, eh? I smile fondly at him. “There’s always tomorrow Dongwoo, don’t worry about it.”
He shakes his head stubbornly. “No, I wanna watch with you.”
I start to speak up again, but then Dongwoo smacks me.
A finger is pointed at me, in a light threat. “Follow as I say hyungie. Or there will be consequences to pay.”
I recall back three months ago when he put that ban on me for merely barging in on him when he’s showering. He threw a fit about it, face a cute pink and scolding me whilst still donning only a towel. It was a nice fun and at the same time, pretty stupid since I’ve seen all his bits and pieces. But I was ually-deprived for a whole week. I contemplate it for a bit.
Next thing I know, I’m on the living room sofa, laptop perched on my lap and Dongwoo snuggled beside me. “Comfortable?” I ask him, placing a kiss on his hair.
He slaps me. I smile through the pain. “Stop it, you sap,” he mumbles, burying himself even further into the blanket wrapped around us. Despite his words, I make out the tint of red on the tips of his ears.
We’ve watched the whole fourth season – that’s how behind I am on the series – it’s nearing four, the others haven’t got back, and Dongwoo’s still fighting sleep. I think that’s his hundredth yawn already.
“Go to sleep, Woo,” I chide him.
He yawns and shakes his head at me. “Only if you sleep.”
Right at that moment, I find myself stifling a yawn. I guess a dozen episodes would suffice for the time being. I place my laptop on the coffee table, and wrap the huge blanket tighter around us, too lazy now to move to the bed. “Ok, let’s sleep.”
My words were for naught. Dongwoo was already fast asleep, mumbling incoherent nothings. I smile and press another kiss, this time, on the lips. He stirs a bit in his sleep and mutters a “stupid Sunggyu”, small blush on his cheeks. I can only imagine what he’s dreaming of right now.
I turn off the lamp on the side table, and shift into a more comfortable position. It takes me some time, but, eventually, sleep takes me.
Light seeps into the room, blinding me awake. I blink a few times, trying to make out where I was. My neck aches somewhat and there’s someone pressed against me, traces of a mouth moving against my neck.
Oh, this isn’t my room. This is the living room. I’m on the sofa and… I take moment to peek under the covers, finding a sleepy Dongwoo clinging to me. Bits of last night come back to me bit by bit. I sit up a little, carefully so that Dongwoo wouldn’t wake. I yawn and glance at the clock. It’s around eleven in the morning.
The blankets stir and Dongwoo’s head pops out from under the covers, eyes squinting and mouth twisted in a grimace.
He has a hangover. A major one. I bundle him up in my arms, pecking his cheek. “Morning, babe,” I say to him.
Dongwoo still has that dazed look on his face, staring at me peculiarly. “What…” his voice cracks and he starts over, “what happened last night? Did we…did we go out partying or something? Ah, my head hurts,” he groans painfully, leaning his head against me.
“Just the opposite actually, we stayed in,” I tell him, rubbing soothing circles on his arms.
He squints up at me pass his bangs. “Did we, um, did we…” he croaks, “did we have…” he drifts off but I understand what he’s saying and decide to a bit.
I nuzzle his cheek, murmuring, “Oh you naughty-minded thing.” I get the exact reaction I want. He turns a pretty pink. “But, no, we did not have – much to your disappointment – we have the others to think about and you were too tipsy, I didn’t have the heart to take advantage.”
Dongwoo punches my chest and buries his flushing face into my shirt. “Shut up, you cheek!”
I laugh.
The moment is ruined when our apartment door slams open – Dongwoo cringes and buries himself even deeper in my shirt – and the others file in in a single line, all looking tired, groggy, exhausted with the exception of Sungjong who still looks as chippy and fabulous as ever.
“Good morning, hyungs!” Sungjong yells. The others groan at his loudness and Dongwoo throws a small pillow at him, delving back into the mess of blankets.
Hoya and Woohyun’s gone into their respective rooms. Myungsoo loiters around the living room, barely keeping himself awake. Sungjong skips over to the kitchen, voicing out how hungry he is. And Sungyeol’s half-awake, making himself a cup of coffee.
It was a fairly decent morning. Dongwoo in my arms and the others too hung over to say a word – excluding Sungjong.
“Hey,” I say to Dongwoo, tucking my face in the crook of his neck, “so you still want to party, Dongwoo?”
“Ugh, never again, Sunggyu, never ing again.”
And that’s that.
Well, almost.
“Hyung – YOU WATCH GOSSIP GIRL?” I hear Sungyeol screech, peering at my laptop with absolute interest and taking sips at his coffee.
Sungjong appears beside him, donning a pink apron and skillet in hand. “Where? Where?”
Myungsoo’s just about to say something when Woohyun runs into the living room, looking as if he hadn’t just partied for eight hours straight. “I heard Sunggyu and potential blackmail material in one sentence.”
Hoya also makes his appearance, shades coolly in place. “I heard a talk of chick dramas.”
I groan and bury myself into Dongwoo’s neck. How is it that he smells so ing good after just waking up? “I told you, I told you.”
Dongwoo can only manage a chuckle as he witnesses the scene before him. “What’s so bad about it? We’re band members and live in the same dorm anyways – we would’ve found out sooner or later.”
“Mm,” I take another sniff, “I prefer it being later.”
He shrugs. “Well, you can’t do nothing about it now, eh?”
I stare at him. “I could kiss you.”
He flashes a cheeky grin at me, ignoring the ruckus unfolding regarding the sudden revelation of the manly Hoya liking chick dramas. “You’d have my consent.”
We ignore the fuss they make when Dongwoo and I lock lips, me showing them the finger.
StarlightSpirit: CRACK IS MY FAVORITE AND THIS WAS JUST WHAT I NEEDED AFTER ALL OF THE ANGST RECENTLY!
Control your man , Myungsoo! hah! and Dongwoo saying the wall looks like Satan (I once saw Obama in a jumper when I was drunk. Messed me up real good.). Yes, Lee Sungyeol is my God. Oh my gosh i thought it was , not Gossip Girl ohmyyeol. This was pure perfect! Maybe one of my favorites so far! :3
Updates will be just me adding direct links as they come in and adding the santas to the chapters, don't worry too much :3
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