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prompt: thread and needle
“really”
“yes”
“chopsticks without a spoon?”
sunggyu raises an eyebrow looking at the other young male, who’s being far too calm for sunggyu’s liking given their current situation. woohyun isn’t looking at him, but sunggyu sees the little smile that breaks through his lips.
“maybe that wasn’t my brightest moment, okay?” woohyun admits, but sunggyu can’t find any trace of regret in his voice. he’s probably enjoying this torture since he was the one who proposed it in the first place. the thing is, sunggyu wasn’t even there when woohyun made the bet with their friends.
“you said that me living without you would be like a thread without a needle” he tries again hoping that woohyun would admit who immensely absurd it is.
this time woohyun shifts on the couch and locks his eyes with sunggyu’s.
sunggyu’s heart drops (he won’t admit it). woohyun’s eyes aren’t fully opened yet, and traces of last night’s adventure along with too much alcohol and a light hangover can be easily found on his face. his hair is disheveled, black locks falling gracefully on his forehead (sunggyu’s fingers are almost itching with the need of brushing off woohyun’s hair.
he won’t admit that either.)
“hey, that was actually cute.” woohyun’s smile widens.
“it was” dongwoo adds before sunggyu can complain about it. he finishes locking the handcuff around woohyun’s wrist and then immediately takes out his phone to snatch a picture of his friends’ hands. “man, this is going to be fun.”
sunggyu just snorts. the metal against his right wrist is cold and it’s everything but comfortable (dongwoo said you get used to it after a while. he doesn’t even want to think about how his friend knows that).
“whatever.” he tries to move his arm a little bit, just to know what his situation will be for the rest of the day. the younger man by his side complains, but sunggyu pays no attention as he plans in his head how they’re going to do this. they have to spend the next 12 hours handcuffed, and since it’s monday that means going to classes like that. also, he knows that woohyun has a training session in the afternoon, and he has no idea of how that’s going to work because he refuses to exercise. “i’m just doing it for the money.”
woohyun whines.
“i thought you loved me.”
sunggyu knows it’s going to be a long day.
--
the night before:
as soon as sunggyu stands up he has to back himself on the wall, legs a little bit wobbly and mind foggy because of the alcohol. he hears sungyeol laughing at him as he says something along the lines of sunggyu’s constant bragging about his alcohol tolerance and in any other circumstance he would undoubtedly reply, but right now his body is asking him just one thing.
“i’m going to the bathroom” he announces though no one really pays him any attention.
“do you want me to come with you?”
except of course, woohyun.
“yeah, because going through sungyeol’s kitchen with the lights off is so dangerous.” hoya says once he picks up woohyun’s suggestion.
“what are you going to do? wait... do you want to hold his dick?”
“sungjong!” woohyun throws a cushion at the younger one who dodges it without any effort. “he’s obviously a little bit dizzy. i was being a good friend, what if he falls in the bathroom and hits his head and dies or something.”
“it’s okay woohyun, don’t worry.” sunggyu says as he takes a few steady steps into sungyeol’s kitchen. “besides, you’re as dizzy as me!” he yells before closing the bathroom’s door.
“am i the only one who wouldn’t have been surprised if they actually went to the bathroom together?”
“not you too myungsoo."
“come on, let’s be real, you two live attached to each other.”
“we live together, yeol.” woohyun pouts. it’s true they spend a lot of time together, but he and sunggyu are roommates so that’s expected. they live together but they have different majors -who just happen to be teached in the same building so they hang out between classes- and woohyun signed up for the gym that’s in front of sunggyu’s music studio just because that way he could give sunggyu a ride on his bike -the older was always complaining about how long he had to wait for the bus-.
“yeah but it’s more than that, it almost looks like you two were da-”
“okay, so what?” woohyun cuts in, he can feel his cheeks getting warmer and he gulps what’s left of his beer down in one take. “we’re comfortable with each other. we’re best friends.” he hopes no one notices the bitterness on his voice when he says those words. it’s okay, it really is. sunggyu and him have been best friends since high school, they know things about each other that no one else knows. of course they’re close, and they don’t mind it at all. woohyun doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone. “i bet you we could be handcuffed one day and none of us would mind it.”
(just maybe to himself.)
--
being handcuffed with your best friend for money doesn’t sound that bad, actually.
being handcuffed with you best friend who you think you might be in love with, now that really does sound like a problem. and for sunggyu, it was indeed a really long day.
“i can’t believe you made me run.” the older complains as he lets himself down on the couch dragging woohyun -still handcuffed- with him.
the lessons were fine. sunggyu skipped his classes so woohyun could attend his, but he used that time to finish some readings he had pending. lunchtime was a bit chaotic because sungyeol and dongwoo couldn’t stop laughing at them, hence drawing all sorts of attention.
they obviously received weird stares all through the day, but to sunggyu nothing was as bad as woohyun’s attempted training session with him.
“oh come on, it wasn’t more than five minutes” woohyun laughs and uses the moment to pinch sunggyu’s belly. “besides, you need it.” he jokes gaining one of sunggyu's famous death stares.
“i hate you” he says, too tired to even try to fight woohyun physically. plus they’re still handcuffed so it would end badly for him too.
“what’s with that face? we won!”
sunggyu really tries not to blush when woohyun hugs him tightly. it’s a weird hug because of their hands’ situation, but anyway woohyun’s face is hidden on sunggyu’s neck and he can feel the younger breathing hot against his skin. he pushes woohyun lightly, enough so that the hug is broken and smiles as soon as he sees woohyun’s confused expression.
(there’s something else behind his eyes, but sunggyu can’t pinpoint what it is exactly. not yet.)
“at what cost? contrary to people’s beliefs i can live fine without you. and i’m not your shadow. or the needle to your thread. whatever.”
woohyun doesn’t say anything, he just keeps staring at him. sunggyu doesn’t say anything either, but he’s unable to hold woohyun’s gaze during a long time -those dark brown eyes, sunggyu could swear sometimes they burn- and shifts his eyes, settling finally on his handcuffed hands.
“could you please remove them? i need to take a shower now” he sighs.
“don’t you have the key?”
oh.
“i thought you had the key” sunggyu says, getting on his feet along with woohyun.
“no, dongwoo gave you the key”
“no he didn’t”
they both proceed to look for the key: front pockets, back pockets, bags. sunggyu even drags woohyun to the aisle and checks the elevator, but they come back to their apartment empty-handed.
“well i guess we’ll have to get in the shower together” woohyun suggests, closing the door behind his back.
sunggyu closes his eyes.
it’s been a really long day and he desperately needs a shower right now. it wouldn’t be the first time he’d see woohyun naked, they already crossed that line -accidentally- when they started living together. friends do this, right? they take showers together in summer camps to save time, he’s heard a couple of stories like that. it’s just showering. the two of them, naked, wet, bodies probably touching -their bathroom is small after all-.
he has nothing to lose, right?
“oka-”
“kidding, i have the- oh my god”
sunggyu opens his eyes and the first thing he sees is the small, silver, too familiar key that woohyun is holding between his fingers. he grabs it -woohyun lets him- and then he tries to open the handcuffs with it.
they open swiftly.
“what the fuck” sunggyu says, massaging his wrist while he stares at woohyun, silently demanding an explanation. the younger one isn’t laughing though, and he seems rather surprised. did he really think that pretending to not having the key was funny? how old is he? after all they’ve been through during the day, the last thing he needed was a stupid prank like this. he even agreed to…
wait.
shit.
a smile forms on woohyun’s lips.
“i can’t believe you didn’t even complain.”
“i’m going to fucking kill you” sunggyu knows, knows, that his face must be red. He also knows that there is a reasonable and mature way of dealing with this situation, and that pushing woohyun aside and running into the bathroom is exactly the opposite of it.
but that’s exactly what sunggyu does. woohyun reacts quickly, though sunggyu’s already closed -and locked- the bathroom’s door.
“it was impossible to take off our clothes anyway!” woohyun says against the door, laughing. not in a million years would he had expected sunggyu to agree on something like that, and honestly, it made him happy. maybe he hasn’t been reading the signs wrong all this time -maybe he did, who knows, maybe sunggyu just wanted to take a shower so bad he’d actually sacrifice his privacy for it-. what woohyun knows now is this: once sunggyu forgives him for this little joke, he will ask him out. on a date. “if you want to see me naked so bad you just have to say it!”
he’s almost sure sunggyu will say yes.