Oh My Goodness! I Fell in Love With Author-nim
Description
After a usual long day, there’s just one thing Lee SungYeol wants to do. Read Lkimnit’s masterpieces of fanfiction. Let it be slash, angst, sci-fi, alternative universe, mature—whatever Lkimnit writes, SungYeol reads. That’s the cycle the sophomore used to survive his high school and now college years, but what happens when this fervent reader actually meets his idolized author?
Foreword
Sneak peak· · ·
HoJun’s body arched up with every movement that BooHyun made. Every touch was a gentle one. HoJun had never imagined anything like it in his life and he couldn’t understand how he had lived without it before. BooHyun’s hips tilted and the pleasure the movement created as their lower bodies rubbed made HoJun’s mind blur with excitement.
The older male’s hand had slid into HoJun’s hair, forcing their lips to mash together; his other hand beginning to wander along the younger’s shoulder. HoJun could feel his body tremble in delight. Cries of pleasure rang every time BooHyun’s fingers burnt HoJun’s skin.
Their slow actions became agony for them both so they increased their hungry actions. Their sounds of desire and despair became louder but they didn’t care. Neither cared that they could wake the others or that the room next to BooHyun’s was SunKyu’s. All they knew was each other pleasure.
Even if their movements were becoming rougher there was no question it was an act of love.
“Oh my freaking goodness!”
Yes, SungYeol was crying.
He didn’t care that he looked like a depressed meerkat on top of his bed or that the bedspread under him was already a mess.
“Oh my goodness!”
It didn’t matter that the clock almost reached three in the morning and that he was being louder than a chimpanzee.
“Holy crap!”
SungYeol just had to release all the emotions he had bottled after he finished the three-shot Midnight Truth. Ever since SungYeol knew about the short angst fanfiction he had been dying to read it but he had never managed to find the time to do it. Having two weeks filled with bothersome exams and useless projects left him with no space to enjoy a good lecture but now that he had found the time to read it he couldn’t stop his tears from falling.
For the second time yes, SungYeol was crying over a fanfiction.
“How could he?!” SungYeol whined. “SunKyu’s next door… oh my goodness…”
Bouncing on his poor bed the young man started to make a tantrum thanks to the painful ending. His defenseless iPad kept being shaken as SungYeol tried to get a grip of himself. In no time the apparatus went flying to the mattress as the college student crawled to his desk to fetch his mobile phone.
Not caring about the time SungYeol searched for a contact.
“Yah! How could you do this to SunKyu?! He-he… that was so sad!” SungYeol groaned as he dried furiously his endless teardrops.
After a few bed-shifting noises came a deep froggy voice.
“…you just read Midnight Truth?”
“I didn’t have time before—but that’s not the thing! Why do you write such confusing things? My feelings—all my feelings are mixed now!” SungYeol threw himself on the bed again. His long legs moving up and down to express his frustration. Frustration that the iPad received directly. “I understand BooHyun, he’s a good guy—I mean, he’s the leader but the thing between SunKyu and HoJun was precious, like out of this world and—”
“SungYeol,” the voice on the other end cut his unorganized train of ideas. “It’s three in the morning. Just leave a comment.”
“The hell I’m leaving a comment! I want to discuss it with you. Now!”
“Good night, Yeol-ah.”
“No, no. Don’t ‘good night’ me! My feelings, my feelings are—Yah!” SungYeol cried when a beeping sound startled him. “You just didn’t hang up on me! Kim MyungSoo!”
Even if the line had been cut SungYeol kept holding his mobile phone between his ear.
“…Soo?”
· · ·Author's notes
So, I'm kinda suffocated with all the angst I'm writing at the moment and I just had to find a way to relax.
This is my own challenge. Where I finally write something nice and fun, with college, no deaths or sad past. Awkwardness, charm, bromance and obviously, love.
This won't be Angst.
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