sungyu is oblivious that hoya and woohyun are competing for his affections
Hoya has his hand on Sunggyu's thigh and Woohyun's got an arm around his waist -- on the other side of the table, Sungjong wishes he could stop staring, but it's like a car wreck he can't tear his eyes away from. "You two are so gross and obvious," he mutters, but neither of them pay any attention.
Thankfully, before Hoya can slide his hand up any further or Woohyun can pull him any closer, Sunggyu reaches out and pushes both of them an arm's length away. "I need my space," he says bluntly. "Can you guys stop that?"
For once, Sungjong is glad for how thick-headed Sunggyu is when it comes to these kinds of things.
- - -
The only good thing about Woohyun and Hoya competing to curry Sunggyu's favor is that they do a lot of things that Sunggyu likes others to do for him, like clean the apartment or cook dinner. In some sort of strange competition to outshine each other, Woohyun tidies up the living room on Sunday, only for Hoya to clean Sunggyu's room on Monday. Woohyun retaliates by doing the bathroom on Tuesday, so Hoya tackles the kitchen on Wednesday. Sungjong is pretty sure they must both be masochists or something. "Everything is sparkling," Sungjong says, holding his toothbrush and staring at the mirror over the sink. His reflection has never been so clear before. "This is so wrong."
"It's great, right?" Sunggyu says. "I dunno what's gotten into Hoya and Woohyun lately, but I hope they keep this up."
Sungjong pats him on the shoulder. "Just keep on blueballing them, hyung," he replies.
"What?" Sunggyu asks blankly.
"Nothing," Sungjong says, and smiles.
- - -
"The day that Sunggyu hyung realizes what's going on is going to be a sad, sad day for the rest of us," Sungjong says as he lies on the floor and watching television with Sungyeol. In the kitchen, Woohyun making lunch, and it smells delicious.
Sungyeol snorts. "Please. He wouldn't realize somebody wanted into his pants 'til after they'd already jerked him off."
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if i type any more this is going to get really long and drawn out and end with a gay threesome or something, so i'm stopping here (;▽;)
Thankfully, before Hoya can slide his hand up any further or Woohyun can pull him any closer, Sunggyu reaches out and pushes both of them an arm's length away. "I need my space," he says bluntly. "Can you guys stop that?"
For once, Sungjong is glad for how thick-headed Sunggyu is when it comes to these kinds of things.
- - -
The only good thing about Woohyun and Hoya competing to curry Sunggyu's favor is that they do a lot of things that Sunggyu likes others to do for him, like clean the apartment or cook dinner. In some sort of strange competition to outshine each other, Woohyun tidies up the living room on Sunday, only for Hoya to clean Sunggyu's room on Monday. Woohyun retaliates by doing the bathroom on Tuesday, so Hoya tackles the kitchen on Wednesday. Sungjong is pretty sure they must both be masochists or something. "Everything is sparkling," Sungjong says, holding his toothbrush and staring at the mirror over the sink. His reflection has never been so clear before. "This is so wrong."
"It's great, right?" Sunggyu says. "I dunno what's gotten into Hoya and Woohyun lately, but I hope they keep this up."
Sungjong pats him on the shoulder. "Just keep on blueballing them, hyung," he replies.
"What?" Sunggyu asks blankly.
"Nothing," Sungjong says, and smiles.
- - -
"The day that Sunggyu hyung realizes what's going on is going to be a sad, sad day for the rest of us," Sungjong says as he lies on the floor and watching television with Sungyeol. In the kitchen, Woohyun making lunch, and it smells delicious.
Sungyeol snorts. "Please. He wouldn't realize somebody wanted into his pants 'til after they'd already jerked him off."
- - -
if i type any more this is going to get really long and drawn out and end with a gay threesome or something, so i'm stopping here (;▽;)