dainuhsoar | Living With You

title: Living With You
rating: g
pairing: woohyun x sunggyu
wordcount: 5,529

summary: A continuation of the Domesticity Meme fic I did last year about sunggyu and woohyun living together. This fic is about how they got to live together.

notes: I should rethink titles. And this fic is totally ooc, just like in the Domesticity Meme fic. Also, follow me on twitter if you want to. If you want to you know? Just if you want to :/ :/ OTL

kim sunggyu is the young man with the pink lips, puffy cheeks and almond-shaped eyes. he’s the young man who lives next door to woohyun and he’s the young man who says good morning to everyone he sees on his way out of the building.

woohyun frequently invites sunggyu over for dinner and sometimes, they go for their morning jogs together. but ever since sunggyu started working at the bookshop, he stopped going for morning jogs and started eating a lot of takeout food. actually, ever since sunggyu started working at the bookshop, woohyun hardly sees him around anymore because sunggyu’s job takes him away early in the mornings and doesn’t bring him back until woohyun has already started on dinner.

the only times woohyun sees him, sunggyu can barely keep his eyes open, but he still manages soft ‘hello’s and small waves.

woohyun finally manages to get sunggyu to come over for dinner again. he cooks pasta with meat sauce and when he brings out the plates to the living room, sunggyu is napping on the sofa, head falling towards one side, mouth open and drooling a little. woohyun feels bad for waking him up.

“what do you have to do at your job? move elephants?” woohyun asks, twirling the spaghetti round his fork. his idea of working at a bookshop is simply sitting behind the counter and telling customers where certain books are when they ask. doesn’t sound so tiring.

sunggyu shrugs and yawns. he blinks a few times. “i wish. i run a lot of errands.” woohyun gives him a doubtful eyebrow and sunggyu narrows his eyes, confessing, “fine, i’m just not used to the hours! the number of hours i sleep on average is 10, okay? it’s not easy for me!”

woohyun laughs. “but you look so tired, it’s kind of ridiculous. did you have those eye bags before?” he squints at sunggyu’s eyes.

sunggyu instantly widens his eyes, self-conscious about the particular attention on his eyes, a feature sensitive to sunggyu because somehow he thinks it’s his ‘lacking’ feature. “do the eye bags make my eyes look bigger?” he counters instead.

woohyun laughs, choking a little on his spaghetti. he coughs, sputters and then apologizes for the small chewed-up food that had flown out of his mouth and dropped onto sunggyu’s pants. “how do eye bags make eyes look bigger?” he demands incredulously.

sunggyu grimaces as he picks the chewed-up food off his pants with a piece of tissue. “anything would make my eyes look bigger.” he then glances up at woohyun and laughs too.

maybe woohyun should have been more concerned with the lack of sleep sunggyu was getting. because the next day, about 1 hour after sunggyu left his apartment in a hurry to get to work, a fire engine screeches into the street.

sunggyu is the last to know about the tragedy of his apartment. he almost cries when he gets back. there are a few people mingling about the building, most of them residents who had to be evacuated. they look at sunggyu with sympathy and begin to put arms around sunggyu’s shoulders. but sunggyu doesn’t cry. he just smiles weakly and assures them it’s going to be “all right”, he knows it’s “going to be all right”.

when the fire department tells sunggyu most of his apartment is burnt, including his entire kitchen, his entire living room and half his bedroom, sunggyu sucks in a deep breath and tries to hold his composure, lips pursing and eyes screwing shut. woohyun can practically see him count to ten – and then twenty – in his head before he opens his eyes again, tries to smile – fails – and then thanks the firemen.

sunggyu turns away from the people surrounding him and then he sees woohyun, who offers him a sympathetic smile. sunggyu walks straight to him.

he laughs bitterly and woohyun pulls him into a comforting hug. sunggyu doesn’t hug back, just stands there like a rock, desperately trying to stay as a whole and not crumbling into pieces.

when woohyun lets go, sunggyu looks like he needs sleep more than ever, and has this broken look on his face like he needs more than a hug to feel better and wants nothing more than to lie down and wait for the sky to crush him. “i know this sounds ironic seeing how it was a fire that destroyed my life… but i really need to smoke right now.” he whispers, hands trembling a little as he makes weird flailing movements in the air. “and i’ve been so good without them for three years already.”

sunggyu looks up at the sky, still waiting for it to come crush him or something. he sighs heavily and then let out a long groan. woohyun thinks sunggyu looks a lot like he’s 17-years-old again with the rejection of the world on his shoulders, tired and in need of someone to take care of him. woohyun thinks sunggyu had held himself together long enough, he should let go now. he drew sunggyu in for a hug again and this time, sunggyu hugged him back tightly.

turns out, sunggyu doesn’t have renter’s insurance and hardly anything in his apartment was salvageable. he had forgotten to turn the stove off before leaving the house, so he’s responsible for the fire and he still has to pay the landlady for damages. luckily, the landlady isn’t pushy and understanding and tells sunggyu he has “all the time in the world” to pay her back. after finding out sunggyu’s family doesn’t live in the city, woohyun offers his guest room to sunggyu.

sunggyu spends his first few hours living in woohyun’s apartment dealing with the fire report, calling the fire department and calling his relatives to tell them what happened. sunggyu calls his parents the last. before he even dials their number, he takes a deep breath and holds his tears. he had already cried over the phone when he talked to his sister, who had insisted he came and live with her and her boyfriend. woohyun senses sunggyu’s distress and leaves his computer to go over and sit next to sunggyu, patting his knee in encouragement and assurance.

sunggyu smiles at him, eyes red. he finally hits the call button and proceeds to have a tearful conversation with his parents for 10 minutes.

after the fire, sunggyu’s boss at the bookshop seems to have become softer on sunggyu and lets him take on the easier, near-by errands and lets him sit behind the counter more often. i don’t know why people hate being pitied, it’s awesome, sunggyu had said as he grinned at woohyun.

sunggyu also takes on two more jobs. on Satruday, his off-day from his bookshop job, he works as an enrichment-class teacher at the community center, teaching Chinese, a third language he took on at a whim when he was in college, which he dropped out from because school hours are so tiring. his other job is a freelancer for magazines, he writes music or movie reviews for magazines, just short paragraphs that nobody really reads (except me, woohyun protests, frowning in disapproval at sunggyu’s lack of enthusiasm at his job).

sunggyu, it’s safe to say, has some skills but none that he wants to pursue with a career.

“didn’t you want to be, like, a singer or something?” woohyun mentions one night a month after the fire, during dinner. he tries to sound disinterested even though he’d like very much if sunggyu sings something to him again. “like, in high school, you mentioned you wanted to be a singer and write songs.”

sunggyu wrinkles his nose in distaste, making woohyun’s hope sink. “that’s an embarrassing dream, please don’t mention it ever again. it was a dream like how you probably dreamed to be an astronaut when you were four.”

woohyun grins. “a doctor. i wanted to be a doctor.”

sunggyu waves his hand dismissively before taking a bite of his friend chicken. between chews, he says, “same thing. what are you working as anyway? i didn’t get a clear picture besides you sitting in an office, doing numbers or typing codes or whatever.”

“that’s way off the mark, come on!” woohyun says, laughing and waving his own chicken in sunggyu’s general direction across the table. “i work at an animal shelter! i’m like a part-vet.”

sunggyu shrugs. “same thing.”

“you should really think over the singing career. you had… something.”

sunggyu raises his eyebrows. he looks like he wants to rebut but instead, he says, “does raising my eyebrows make my eyes look bigger?”

woohyun and sunggyu met in high school, where sunggyu was a rebel without a cause. he had a few facial piercings (sunggyu’s appa was the school principal so only the teachers with the largest balls dared to tell sunggyu off) and mumbled when he talked and shuffled around his hands in his pockets. woohyun thought sunggyu was just being stuck-up and a little stupid, running his life to hell. he cared less for sunggyu than he cared for a rock.

it wasn’t until they met and became friends that woohyun discovered sunggyu was a rebel with a cause. his parents were going through a divorce, and that, although common, is enough to break a teenager who had a warm childhood complete with goodnight kisses and morning muffins. to make matters worse, his younger sister had been going in-and-out from the hospital because she had leukemia. and because some divine deity didn’t think that was enough, sunggyu was gay, which made his classmates either avoid or mock him (most of them avoided because he was the principal’s son and had facial piercings). sunggyu had about 1 or 2 friends who were more than excited to leave him in the lurch before he met woohyun.

although sunggyu was significantly less guarded around woohyun, he still carried this air of intimidation and woohyun quickly learned what not to say around sunggyu, which was really hard for woohyun to remember. woohyun wasn’t exactly the most tactful person, he was laidback and carefree and had friends who liked making more friends. woohyun is one of those people who can brighten anyone’s day with a simple smile. sunggyu is one of those people who need someone else’s smile to brighten his day.

but sunggyu had his moments- moments when he was completely unguarded and smiled or laughed like he felt like nothing was wrong with him or his life. like that time he and woohyun were sitting hip to hip in the bus, heading home from school, and he had thrown his head back and laughed at a lame joke about singers woohyun had made only to accidentally hit his head against the top of the back of the seat.

“i want to be a singer, you know,” sunggyu said, grinning like he was joking but looking away like he just told a secret.

woohyun was surprised but didn’t tease him. “you want to try singing to me?”

sunggyu laughed and shook his head, turning away. just like that, the wall around him was up again. and woohyun looked away too, thinking with a smile like that, the facial piercings didn’t really suit sunggyu.

after high school, they went to different colleges and lost contact. woohyun dropped out in his second year of university. he moved into an apartment in the city close to the animal shelter he found work at. one year later, kim sunggyu moved in next door, facial piercings absent and an unguarded smile present.

sunggyu was bringing a box into his new apartment when he saw woohyun. he put the box down on the floor and they had shaken hands awkwardly, both trying to talk over each other about how long it had been, asking general questions about their current life. and when sunggyu mentioned he was working as a pastry chef at a café but doing a shit job because nobody liked his apple pies and he was planning on finding another job preferably at a bookstore or something, woohyun’s eyebrows raised instinctively.

“weren’t you going to be a singer?” he asked.

sunggyu laughed and somehow, it seemed he hadn’t laughed that hard for a really long time to woohyun. he said, between chuckles, a completely irrelevant statement, “i don’t like laughing like that because my eyes just disappear.”

it has been about 4 months since sunggyu moved in and although woohyun enjoys sunggyu’s presence around the house, he asks sunggyu if he has the money to pay the landlady yet. woohyun had offered to pay for some of the damages before but sunggyu had refused, saying he already felt embarrassed that woohyun was letting him stay in his apartment and paying for the extra-person rent.

sunggyu blinks like he has just heard about paying for damages for the first time in his life. he grins sheepishly. “it’s going to take about…” he does some mental calculation. “uh i don’t know.” he has this embarrassed look on his face that makes woohyun feel bad for even bringing the question up.

“it’s okay, take your time. i have enough money to cover both of us.” not really because he has to cut back on snacks and he has to wake up about one hour earlier to walk to work instead of taking the bus.

“i can pay for my part of the rent, though.” sunggyu says hurriedly.

“technically, you’re sort of a guest.” woohyun says. “it’s all right, really.”

“you know what, how about this? i’ll clean the house for you every Sunday.” sunggyu offers. “i can do that, can’t i?”

“uh-”

“great, i’ll do that.”

technically, it’s really easy to clean the apartment because the apartment is small and there are no carpets so woohyun can just slide the floor-wiper-with-a-stick thing around and done. also, technically, considering the state of sunggyu’s room- um the guest room, sunggyu isn’t exactly an organized or clean person at all. but he seems really sincere about being the cleaner of the house and woohyun just shrugs and gives in.

every Sunday, woohyun wakes up to a spotless apartment empty of kim sunggyu.

out of pity, sunggyu’s boss at the bookstore lets sunggyu get off work earlier regularly. it has become a routine for sunggyu to call woohyun whenever he gets off work to check if woohyun is still at his workplace or not. if woohyun is still at work, sunggyu will be the one to cook dinner that evening for the both of them.

sunggyu’s cooking is all right. sunggyu has worked as a pastry chef, after all, his cooking can’t ever be bad. but what’s strange (since he bakes Western pastries) is that sunggyu really likes traditional Korean food. if he has the choice, he’ll cook Korean style every night and morning. he hardly gets creative with his cooking styles and sticks to what he knows. no wonder he made a shit pastry chef, actually.

it isn’t that woohyun dislikes Korean food, he’s Korean after all - it’s only natural that he loves Korean food too. but he doesn’t love it as much as sunggyu. sometimes, he feels like going for Western food or Italian food or Indian food. and his favorite dish to make is pasta only because it’s so damn easy and tasty.

he tells sunggyu this over dinner of rice with egg and kimchi. sunggyu chews slowly and nods, then gets up to get a piece of paper and pen before coming back to the table. he scoops a spoonful of rice into his mouth before tapping the paper with the pen.

he says, “list down what you like and what you don’t like to eat.”

woohyun shrugs and lists down as many as he can remember. he slides the paper over to sunggyu when he’s done and eats as he watches sunggyu write a longer list. when he’s done, he slams the pen down against the table like just signed a declaration of war or something.

“let’s put this on the fridge.” he says. “so you and i can remember when it’s our turn to cook.”

so the list is stuck onto the fridge door. whenever they pass the list and remember something else they like to eat or don’t, they take a pen and add on to their respective lists. but sunggyu’s list remains longer than woohyun’s. sunggyu didn’t seem like a very picky person before he moved in. maybe he got spoiled, really. maybe woohyun is spoiling him with home-cooked meals every night.

as much as the list is there to help them, the list causes trouble too.

sunggyu beats woohyun’s score on Mario Kart and feeling particularly childish one evening, woohyun cooks whatever sunggyu doesn’t like. sunggyu comes home tired and hungry and looking forward to dinner only to grimace and wrinkle his nose at everything in distaste. woohyun smirks and watches as sunggyu sticks to his rice and kimchi all the time glaring at woohyun.

the next time sunggyu gets to cook, he gets his revenge too.

five months after the fire, they set up a chores schedule that is taped to the fridge door too.

sunggyu only offered to clean the house every Sunday because he felt obliged to. if there wasn’t any obligation, he’d rather stretch out on the floor and roll around on it, regardless if it was filthy or not. sunggyu, woohyun realizes, is one of the laziest people in the world.

when sunggyu first moved in, his clothes were restricted to being strewn all over his bedroom. but five months into moving in and his clothes are strewn everywhere, including the kitchen, the toilet and the living room. woohyun isn’t a neat-freak but come on, this is ridiculous.

sunggyu also has this habit of eating dinner and then moving to the sofa to lie down and nap, leaving woohyun to do the dishes. and this habit of tying the garbage bag up when it’s full and then leaving it in the bin for woohyun to throw out. and another habit of leaving his snack wrappers or empty cans on the floor or coffee table in the living room.

after picking up yet another apple core sunggyu left behind, woohyun knows that’s it. he pounds on sunggyu’s door and when sunggyu opens it, woohyun doesn’t give sunggyu a chance to blink, he tosses the apple core at sunggyu. sunggyu yelps and catches it with flailing hands. he stretches out an “ew” and gives woohyun a confused look.

“throw your shit away, would you?” woohyun scolds, scowling fiercely at him as he wipes his hands on his jeans, which is totally unhygienic but not of concern right now.

“i’m going to clean the house on Sunday, anyway, what’s the big deal?” sunggyu hisses, holding the apple core between two finger tips gingerly.

“because ants take like 15 minutes to find anything sweet, dumbass.”

they proceed to have an apple-core-tossing match as they push responsibilities around. and really, woohyun should have just put his foot down and shouted that the apartment is his and he’s paying for both their rent so sunggyu has absolutely no say in anything concerning the house. but woohyun doesn’t go there, even forgets.

they stay up to 2 in the morning, making a schedule assigning who does what on which days that woohyun makes sunggyu tape to the fridge door, next to the list of what they like and don’t like to eat.

only when woohyun is in bed and his consciousness slowly falls asleep does he remember he has all the power in the apartment and shouldn’t have wasted time quarreling with kim sunggyu. as he’s falling asleep, he feels this sense of peace when he thinks they’re like a domestic couple.

woohyun wakes up the next day to find ants crowding around an apple core on the coffee table.

at some point in high school, woohyun had a crush on sunggyu. he was attracted to sunggyu from the very first time they met, sure. but he thought it was just a simple crush back then. after getting to know sunggyu better, it honestly felt like he had to have sunggyu or he’d die. he pined for sunggyu and didn’t tell sunggyu about his feelings because sunggyu had enough bullshit on his plate, he didn’t need to have a boyfriend who was younger than him and needing of affections every day.

woohyun wasn’t sure what he liked about sunggyu. maybe it was the way sunggyu acted like he didn’t care when his classmates dumped garbage at his desk and then pretended to be pissed when he complained about it too woohyun when he was actually hurt and confused as hell to what the fuck he did to make people hate him.

woohyun fell for sunggyu probably because although sunggyu was a victim, he had never pitied himself or been all woe-is-me. although no one came to his help in class, no one defended him and he had no one, he didn’t let others down. he’d tell bullies to back off when he saw someone else being bullied, he’d never laugh at anyone, never teased anyone. even though he had all the reasons to justify sitting back and watching the world burn, he didn’t. he didn’t give up hope that there would be someone to stand up for him too.

woohyun could have also fell in love with sunggyu because of the way sunggyu would tell woohyun about a band he liked, a movie he liked, a book he liked, or a band he didn’t like, a movie he didn’t like, a book he didn’t like. it was fun watching and listening sunggyu rave and rant. sunggyu had opinions that weren’t baseless, sunggyu was fun to discuss and debate music and video games with.

woohyun possibly fell in love with sunggyu because sunggyu is just so goddamn pretty. even with his badass piercings and harsh language, sunggyu is probably the most attractive person woohyun has ever met. sunggyu has small eyes that he’s so insecure about for God-knows-what reason, his eyes crinkle up into happy crescents whenever he laughs or smiles and it’s just so pretty the way his eyes do that, like his laughter or smile is incredibly genuine. sunggyu has chubby cheeks like he has something stuffed in his cheeks all the time or something, and it’s so cute that woohyun can hardly hold his shit together when sunggyu pouts or wrinkles his nose when he’s about to sneeze. woohyun could spend an entire day waxing lyrics about sunggyu’s looks.

but woohyun must have fallen in love with sunggyu because of that time- that time sunggyu’s parents finally signed the divorce papers and sunggyu crashed into woohyun’s bedroom through the window at 3AM, tear tracks and trembling lip and trying hard to smile. he had went straight to woohyun just as woohyun was stumbling blearily for the lights. when he flicked the switch on, sunggyu already had his arms around woohyun’s neck as he leaned his entire weight against him. woohyun’s knees had buckled at some point and they were sprawled over the bedroom floor but sunggyu didn’t notice, didn’t stop saying, “they’re divorced.” woohyun’s parents then came into his room because they heard the noise and they helped sunggyu up, tried to make sense of what happened. before sunggyu left woohyun’s house, he grabbed a fistful of the front of woohyun’s tshirt at the door and murmured, “i’m kind of relieved, you know.” gives woohyun a grateful smile – his eyes disappearing – and then lets go.

what was more brilliant about sunggyu was that he didn’t pretend like nothing happened when they saw each other in school. he had grabbed woohyun’s hand, squeezed it and thanked him with a sad but sincere smile. sunggyu was positively brilliant because he trusted woohyun even though woohyun felt like he had done nothing for sunggyu to trust him at all.

then again, there were so many moments that made woohyun feel like he had to have sunggyu or he’d die. it must have been everything about sunggyu that made woohyun fall in love with him.

but throughout high school, woohyun never made his feelings apparent. after sunggyu left high school, he massed up all his feelings to be “just a stupid crush on an upperclassman, that’s all”.

woohyun will be lying if he said having sunggyu around the house didn’t bring his past feelings back. living with sunggyu is a completely different experience with being just friends with him. sunggyu at home is almost a completely different picture from sunggyu outdoors.

sunggyu is nice to people, he smiles a lot and he compliments people a lot. he doesn’t get angry when people bump into him harshly and not apologize. he’s patient when customers are stupid and impatient. but at woohyun’s apartment, he loses his shit when he can’t find his seaweed crackers in the cabinet and finds out woohyun has eaten all of them.

sunggyu has a nice, neat, boyish haircut and wears ironed shirts and jeans when he goes out. but he lazes around in jersey shorts and stained t shirts at woohyun’s apartment. when he doesn’t have to go to work, he doesn’t shower for the entire day. he doesn’t even bother about his oily face and hair.

what woohyun finds the most shocking is that he doesn’t even mind that at-home sunggyu is a huge lazy ass with greasy hair and dirty clothes. because although he is all of that, he’s also incredibly unguarded like he’s already staked out a sense of security in the apartment and is willing to let all his inhibitions loose.

kim sunggyu at woohyun’s apartment likes to curl up at an end of the sofa, knees tucked to his chest and blanket thrown over his shoulders as he channel-surfs late into the hours of the night. he likes to tilt his head backwards so he can see woohyun standing behind him and smile, willing to sacrifice a hand from under the warm protection of the blanket to pat the spot next to him. kim sunggyu at woohyun’s apartment is willing to share the blanket with woohyun and lets woohyun change the channel to his liking.

kim sunggyu at woohyun’s apartment makes the happiest high-pitched noises when he eats something yummy. his eyes go wide and a smile slowly spreads over his face like he’s blown over by how something woohyun cooked is, like he’s never had anything that delicious. he looks like he’s out of a Japanese food show or something, where the hosts are all kind of exaggerated in their reactions to good food.

kim sunggyu at woohyun’s apartment walks around shirtless with wet hair and a towel around his neck. he likes it when woohyun dries his hair because woohyun “gives a wicked head massage”. sunggyu smells so strongly of fresh soap and shampoo it’s as if he’s trying to make up for not bathing for an entire day, like he soaped and shampooed twice just to smell like this.

kim sunggyu at woohyun’s apartment goes around singing under his breath and humming a new tune every morning. and he grins really widely whenever he notices woohyun staring at him when he sings, like he’s honoured that he has woohyun as an audience.

after seven months of living with kim sunggyu, woohyun realizes, with a bit of horror and a bit of flutter in his chest, that he’s falling in love with kim sunggyu again (maybe ‘more’ because maybe he has never really gotten rid of his ‘crush’ from high school). and this time, it didn’t take any significant moment between them. this time, it only took the smile whenever woohyun comes through the front door.

eight months after the fire, woohyun decides to approach the Question again.

“so, are you ready to pay for the damages yet?”

besides that, sunggyu’s apartment is almost completely reconstructed so sunggyu can move back in any time now if he can pay for the damages and if he wants to.

sunggyu squints at woohyun like he had forgotten a fire totally destroyed his rented apartment, like he hadn’t been living off woohyun for eight months, like a landlady waiting for payment didn’t exist. she might as well not exist, actually, she hadn’t bothered sunggyu about paying up once. either she is actually seething inside and wants nothing to do with sunggyu so she never asked or she just likes sunggyu that much, which is kind of likely because a lot of people like sunggyu that much (woohyun included).

“uhhh,” sunggyu starts to look at everything in the room except at the person he’s talking to. woohyun has learned that that is sunggyu’s way of trying to dig an excuse up. he settles for, “almost there.” with a small smile and confident nod, like ‘yep, that makes total sense’.

“but you’ve been literally living off me. i paid for all your food, and your rent. are you sure you don’t have enough?” woohyun doesn’t like how that sounds when he says it. he doesn’t like the idea of sunggyu ‘living off’ him as much as he likes the idea of sunggyu ‘living with’ him or the idea of him ‘taking care’ of sunggyu.

sunggyu seems to shrink back a little. “uhh…” he does that thing where he’s trying to find an excuse again. “thanks for all of that, by the way.” he doesn’t say anything more, just continues to type out a book review about a cheesy romance novel he doesn’t give a shit about.

woohyun hits the back of sunggyu’s chair. “hyung, this isn’t something you can skirt around anymore. you have to pay up like an adult.”

sunggyu turns around again. “are you suggesting i’m acting like a child? i’m not acting like a child.”

“but you are.” woohyun says, throwing his hands up in frustration. “you have to take some responsibility right now. you can’t continue living off me, can you?”

sunggyu frowns. he doesn’t look around for an excuse. he looks straight at woohyun with this hurt look and murmurs, “i thought i was living with you, not off you.”

that hits woohyun like a freight train. make that two freight trains, one labeled ‘confusion’ and another labeled ‘relief’. they are quiet for a while and sunggyu (that prick) thinks it’s safe to return back to his work.

“hey,” woohyun turns sunggyu’s chair forcefully. “so you want to live here?” he’s trying to be totally serious but the incredulous look sunggyu gives him is making it hard for him to fight the smile from breaking out on his face.

“of course i want to live here,” sunggyu says. “i’m just trying to raise the money to pay you and the landlady back. i’ve already told her i’m going to live with you for the rest of my life.”

“for the rest of your life?” woohyun doesn’t even try to hide his grin any more. “who the fuck gave you permission, hyung?”

sunggyu rolls his eyes. “you made your affections for me very clear, woohyun-ah. you’ve been pining for me ever since high school, haven’t you?”

woohyun just grins excitedly and pulls sunggyu into a huge hug, “i can’t believe you love me!”

“who the fuck loves you?” sunggyu tries to pry woohyun off. “don’t be full of yourself!”

“you’re the one who’s full of himself!” woohyun protests, squeezing sunggyu even tighter to him so their cheeks are squished together. “what if you assumed wrongly and i actually pitied you, huh?”

sunggyu struggles to get out of woohyun’s hold until he falls out of his chair and they’re both sprawled on the floor, like back in high school when sunggyu had climbed into woohyun’s house through the window, and he stops trying to wriggle out of woohyun’s chokehold.

“i’d probably cry and then move out the very next day.” sunggyu says flatly. “i can’t breathe!”

woohyun finally lets go. sunggyu lies on his back and woohyun lies on his side, wrapping arms around sunggyu’s shoulders and legs around sunggyu’s legs so sunggyu is effectively trapped in woohyun’s embrace.

“i want to kiss you right now but your face is oily, please go wash it.” woohyun says but doesn’t let go of sunggyu at all.

sunggyu rolls his eyes, turns his head so he faces woohyun, squints and then says, “this doesn’t make my eyes smaller at all because my eyes are already non-existent.” and then he laughs when woohyun laughs.

woohyun passes the fridge that night as he cooks dinner for the both of them and stares at the two lists on the door and only then does he realize he and sunggyu have been living together for eight months already. they’ve been living together from the very beginning. sunggyu lives here. sunggyu lives in woohyun’s apartment.

he shouts it out into the living room, where sunggyu is lazing around on the sofa in front of the tv. “you’re living here, sunggyu-yah!”

and sunggyu replies, “no shit!”

sunggyu and woohyun live together.

Living With You

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