Sweet Deception, Chapter Thirteen

Title: Sweet Deception, Chapter Thirteen
Author: Aquariuslover
Pairings: WooGyu.
Rating: R
Genre: Angst
Length: Chaptered
Beta: tahoeturquoise
Summary: For years a fire has been smoldering deep inside of WooHyun, and now it is burning out of control and wrecking havoc on the group. A danger is looming over SungGyu, but will he pay it heed before it claims his life? Can an ominous deal be brokered in time to save Infinite?

Author’s Note: I am so tired…no sleep in two days. I was so tempted to just go to bed. I felt bad for not having replied to all my comments. I tried to reply the other day, but Jaejoong, KyuWook, and WooGyu kept distracting me. The rest of the time I have been stuck with only a phone. Forgive me, please.

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“No, I insist,” WooHyun said as he took SungGyu’s suitcase from him and pulled it down the hotel hallway toward SungGyu’s room. “You are not supposed to be lifting anything greater than 3kg.”

“I wasn’t lifting it,” SungGyu hissed. “I was pulling it.”

“I think it still counts as lifting.”

“It barely weighs anything.”

WooHyun kept pulling the luggage down the hallway unperturbed. “Let’s not take any unnecessary risks. Your health is way too important to me.”

SungGyu resisted the urge to stomp down the hall like a five year old throwing a tantrum. When he reached his room he unlocked his door and told WooHyun, “I can handle it from here.”

“No, that’s nonsense. I will take it into your room for you.”

“If you don’t leave I am going to pick it up and throw it at you. And then I am going to pick it up again and beat you over the head with it.”

WooHyun took a step back and bowed. “I am at your service.”

SungGyu grabbed the handle of his suitcase, pulled it into the room and then slammed the door shut in the other man’s face. As soon as the door was shut SungGyu leaned against it, sagging. He had lost the upper hand in his war with WooHyun.

When he had first returned from his vacation he had managed to keep the other man perfectly in check, but that was no longer the case. Whatever wool he had managed to pull over the other main vocal’s eyes had been lifted…and now WooHyun was on to him.

SungGyu cursed himself for his actions in the car earlier. He should have insisted on sitting with SungYeol or he should have sat with DongWoo no matter how annoying the other man was being. He should have been playing Candy Crush and tuning out everything around him. He most certainly should not have asked about Soryong. What had he been thinking? He didn’t ask about the men in WooHyun’s life…hell, he used to never even notice them at all.

But having sex with the other man had changed that and a ton of other things that rocked the very foundation of SungGyu’s world. As much as he hated it…he was attracted to WooHyun, now. He had sat on a beach for almost a week surrounded by scantily clothed woman, but all he had thought about was WooHyun.

SungGyu walked over to the hotel bed and collapsed on it. His only saving grace was that he had been able to bully the other members into letting him have the single room. WooHyun had been strangely agreeable to it.

SungGyu had spent days in Bora Bora trying to deal with what had happened between him and WooHyun. He had tried to hold on to the feeling of horror and violation, but his body was a vicious betrayer of his ethics. He knew logically that WooHyun was in the wrong, but his body…his body only remembered the pleasure. He feared he had been lost the moment he had given up control to the other man and allowed himself to experience something he had never dreamed of desiring. He had enjoyed not being in control…and that both frightened and excited him.

He knew he had been intoxicated and not in his right mind, but still he couldn’t put what happened to him in the proper box where it rightfully belonged. He had been greatly wronged, and yet, he couldn’t shelve it away with his other bad memories.

If he had ever been attracted to WooHyun before that night he had honestly never been aware of it. He had put great value on their friendship, he had needed him, and he had loved him but only in a platonic way. If the attraction had always been there it had been hidden deep under all his other beliefs…his beliefs of what a man should feel and what a man should not feel.

And what he felt for WooHyun was in direct conflict with what he thought a proper man should feel. He had tried to have sex on the island, he had tried to remind himself what it was to be a straight man, but being around women had failed to arouse him. He had enjoyed sex with women before, but he wondered if it was just the sexual act he had enjoyed. He had never connected with a woman like he had with WooHyun. He had never been broken hearted because a woman had stopped loving him. He had never been in love and he was happy to remain safely out of its grasp.

He had hoped that all his newly found sexual confusion was just a side of effect from being victimized and that he still preferred women. He had tried to reason that it might be a long time before he could be turned on, but one vivid dream about being tied up and at WooHyun’s mercy proved him wrong.

He could barely admit to himself how aroused he could get by thinking of WooHyun and that night. He moaned remembering naked, sweaty bodies, his knees hooked on WooHyun’s arms, the other man pressed against him, while chanting over and over that he loved him as he came inside of him.

He lowered his hand to his groin and he felt himself hardening through his pants. He mentally chastised himself. He then got up and headed toward the bathroom to take a cold shower, a very cold shower. He would not allow his body to indulge itself.


He was finishing with his shower when he heard a knocking on his hotel door. He frowned, got out of the shower, and quickly toweled off. When he heard the voice of their Japanese manager he was relieved. He wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried toward the door. He opened the door and groaned when he found both the manager and WooHyun at his door.

WooHyun just smiled and breezed past him into the room.

The manager quickly informed him, “SungJong’s sick. WooHyun can’t stay with him.”

SungGyu frowned. “Sick?”

“He has a sore throat,” WooHyun helpfully replied from behind SungGyu.

“Since when?” SungGyu demanded.

The Japanese manager, who was known for being unfriendly, narrowed his cold eyes and told SungGyu in abrupt Korean, “Since now. WooHyun stays with you. He can’t get sore throat. He has to sing.”

“What if he already has it? What if he infects me? What if we both can’t sing tomorrow? What then?” SungGyu questioned, trying to reason with the manager.

Then manager looked concerned for a moment, but WooHyun quickly reassured him, “I was very careful around SungJong.”

SungGyu turned around and glared at WooHyun. “You can’t room with me.”

“But he will,” the manager ordered as he left, shutting the door behind him.

WooHyun smiled unbothered by his hyung’s glares. “Hyung, it’s like old times.”

“Go away.”

“Sorry, I can’t…the manager would be mad.”

SungGyu attempted to sound calm as he stated, “I am not in the mood to deal with you tonight.”

“Hyung, I was your roommate for years, I can handle your moods. I am a master at handling your moods. I like it when you are cranky.”

All attempts to be calm vanished and SungGyu seethed, “What the hell are you up to?”

“Hyung, I have no idea what you are talking about? Aren’t you excited that we are roomies again?”


WooHyun looked down to SungGyu’s bare belly. “Hyung, your scar is healing nicely.”

“Don’t look at me!”

“Hyung, you shouldn’t be so ashamed of your body. It’s not like you can work out. So what if you are a little flabby.”

“Oh, dear God in heaven,” SungGyu groaned as he headed to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

SungGyu leaned against the door and banged his head purposely against it. He had to think. He had to find a way of getting rid of WooHyun; the trouble being that WooHyun was as sneaky as the day was long and he would be ready for him.

“Hyung, are you mad at me?” WooHyun asked from the outer room.

“Mad? Am I mad at you? Mad is not a proper word to describe my unrelenting annoyance, irritation, and the unfaltering hatred I feel towards you,” SungGyu snapped as he stepped away from the door and started pacing the small bathroom.

“So you are mad?”

“Yes, I am mad!”

“I had to tell the boss about Mi-Cha,” WooHyun explained through the door. “She is no good for you. She was using you, Hyung.”

SungGyu stopped pacing, his heart rate increased. Was WooHyun going to stop playing the game? Was he going to admit to being a jealous little troll? Well, SungGyu thought, he could play games, too. “She would have been delicious though…that nice, firm, untouched body. I can almost taste her.”

There was a brief moment of silence and SungGyu wished he could see WooHyun’s face.

The silence ended and WooHyun stated, sounding casual, “I highly doubt she is untouched.”

“I don’t care what you think!”

There was a slight pause and WooHyun asked, “Are you going to hide in the bathroom all night?”

“I am not hiding in the bathroom…that would be incredibly immature. I’m getting dressed,” SungGyu replied. Secretly he had been considering hiding in the bathroom all night, but on second thought he wouldn’t give WooHyun the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to him.

“But your suitcase hasn’t been touched. What are you wearing? Are you sure you are getting dressed?”

SungGyu resisted the urge to bang his head against the door again when he realized his clothes were in the other room.

“You can go naked. We are both men. I will go naked, too”

“No, you will not,” SungGyu yelled as he flung the bathroom door open.

WooHyun was standing outside the door fully clothed, grinning. “Here you go, Hyung,” WooHyun told him as he handed him his clothes. “I picked out something nice and warm for you. I know how cold you get.”

SungGyu grabbed the clothes and slammed the bathroom door shut. “I hate you!”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you wish you did, but you don’t. You can’t hate me. It’s impossible. Hate can never really exist between the two of us.”

“Hate you so much.”

“You can say as many hurtful things as you want, but I won’t believe you. Your magic glasses aren’t working anymore.”

SungGyu, who had just slipped on his sweats and sweat shirt, opened the door and stepped out of the room. “My magic what?”

WooHyun was laying across the bed on his side, looking in the direction of the bathroom. “When you first came back from your vacation…I couldn’t read you.”

“What do you mean ‘read’ me?”

“I am usually pretty good at determining your mood and stuff, but it was like I lost that skill. I didn’t know what you were thinking or what you felt.”

SungGyu just shook his head, remembering what WooHyun had said days ago about his glasses. “You really thought they were magic?”

WooHyun rolled on his back. “Not really, but I had to blame something.”

“What about your guilty conscience? How about you blame your guilty conscience?”

“Hyung, what do I have to be guilty for?”

“You know what,” SungGyu told him as he sat down at the desk that was in the room.

“No, I don’t.”


WooHyun sat up remembering the promise he had made to himself weeks ago; the promise not to lie to SungGyu anymore. “I manipulated this situation.”

SungGyu turned around in the chair to face the other man. “Do you mean you manipulated yourself into my room?”

WooHyun nodded his head. “Earlier today I noticed SungJong wasn’t feeling good. He’s overly crabby when he’s sick. Also he was drinking orange juice most of the day. He wasn’t talking a lot, but when he did talk he sounded off.”

“You knew he was sick?” SungGyu asked as he slipped on a pair of socks.

“Yes, that’s why I let you have your own room without a fight. It’s why I talked the other members into agreeing with you.”

“I thought I bullied them into relenting,” SungGyu admitted with a frown.

WooHyun snorted. “Your ability to bully is greatly exaggerated.”

SungGyu folded his arms across his chest and huffed in annoyance.

“I then volunteered to stay with SungJong, knowing I could easily get out of his room and into yours.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

WooHyun folded his legs and explained, “I promised myself I wouldn’t lie to you anymore…except about lies that I promised to tell.”

SungGyu looked away from him, knowing what the other man was talking about. Part of him wanted to give WooHyun permission to be honest about everything, but another part of him feared what being honest with each other could lead to. He knew he needed to talk to somebody, but WooHyun wasn’t exactly a wise choice to confide in…but who else could he talk to?

“I am not sorry for tattling on Mi-Cha,” WooHyun informed him. “She is no good for you. Brandy—”

“Stop,” SungGyu ordered, interrupting. “You have no right to comment on any of the women in my life.”

“You asked about Soryong,” WooHyun reminded him.

“Ha,” SungGyu gasped, turning to face the other man. “You only brought up the girls so you could bring him up.”

WooHyun’s eyes widened. “Yes.”

“You are not so sneaky after all,” SungGyu smugly pointed out. “Just so you know, there is no reason for you to be excited. I don’t care who you sleep with…I never have.”

“Hyung, why would you care?”

“WooHyun, either play the game completely or shut up. You can’t act like you know nothing and then try to trick responses out of me.”

“But I am worried about you.”

“You are no longer allowed to be worried about me.”

“I can’t be worried about you?”


“I am your best friend.”

“Since when?”

“Since forever.”

“Bull shit.”

WooHyun fell back on the bed. “I know…I know I was a jerk for a long time, but I thought you had forgiven me.”

SungGyu gripped the arms of the chair he was sitting in. He was getting very annoyed with WooHyun and his ongoing games. “I didn’t, so you need to leave this room or I will. I can’t room with you anymore.”

“You said you forgave me.”

“I lied.”

“I stayed at your bedside at the hospital for over a week and you slept in my room for another week,” WooHyun reminded him.

“I thought you were somebody else and a lot has happened since then.”

“I am the same person I have always been.”

“Yes, I know…but I was mistaken about who I thought you were. I thought you were a better person and now I know you aren’t. I don’t want to be around you.”

“Hyung, you can’t push me away. I won’t let you.”

SungGyu let out a small cry of frustration and declared, “You have no shame.”

“I do.”

SungGyu faced him and stated, “Then you shouldn’t be able to face me.”

“Hyung, I have to face you…I have to for the group and I just have to.”

“Not here, you don’t! Will you please leave and give me some peace of mind?”

“Are you not at peace, Hyung?”

“Would you stop calling me that?” SungGyu spat. Hearing WooHyun call him hyung was unnatural and it was getting on his last nerve.

WooHyun scooted to the edge of the bed, until he was directly facing SungGyu. “Okay, I will call you whatever you want me to call you. I will do whatever you want me to do.”


“Except that.”

“Stop trying to make me less angry with you.”

“You are not angry with me.”

“What the hell? I am!”

“When your glasses came off…I saw something other than anger.”

SungGyu tensed, knowing exactly what WooHyun had seen. “You might have thought you saw something other than anger, but I assure you the anger isn’t gone.”

WooHyun reached out took SungGyu’s hand and pleaded, “I promise I don’t want to fight with you. I don’t want to make you angry. I just want…I want to make this better.”

SungGyu jerked his hand away. “I know what you want, but it isn’t happening.”

“I don’t…” WooHyun paused, almost forgetting the lie. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Sex!” SungGyu hissed under his breath. “There, I said it; you can stop pretending. I sold my soul to you in order to protect the group!”

“You didn’t sell anything to me…your soul is still intact,” WooHyun told him, relieved the pretending had stopped. “I have always been able to see your soul…hear it when you sing. It is perfectly intact.”

“Stop trying to flatter me,” SungGyu warned.

“I’m not…I am just being honest…but…”

“But what.”

“When did you know?”

“When did I know what?”

“That you didn’t…you didn’t hate it?”

SungGyu covered his eyes with his hands. “Don’t.”

“We have to talk about it.”

“No, we don’t. I want my magic glasses back.”

WooHyun gave SungGyu a sad smile, got off the bed and knelt down beside him. “I don’t think they were really magic…I was just afraid I broke you and that fear kept me from seeing you.”

SungGyu lowered his hands and looked down at the other man. “You did break me.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“You don’t know your strength,” WooHyun said as he stood up.

“My strength is gone, and I am broken into a thousand pieces.”

“No,” WooHyun denied, taking SungGyu by the hands and pulling him up from the chair and over to the bed. “You are not broken. If you were I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be confronting you yet.”

SungGyu let WooHyun lead him to the bed, falling easily back into the submissive role. “How do you know I am not broken? I feel broken…so broken inside.”

“You’re not.”

SungGyu lay on his back and looked up at WooHyun, who was still standing beside the bed. “It’s like everything I ever was…is gone, changed.”

“Don’t be silly,” WooHyun soothed. “You’re still you. You give the sexual act too much power. It is an act…it is not you.”

SungGyu shook his head. “I am not the same.”

“You are still you.”

“No, I am not.”

WooHyun got on the bed, crawled over SungGyu, and lay down beside him. They both were on their backs looking up at the ceiling. “You are a very sexist person. You think of women as the weaker sex. You have some really strict, old-fashioned views…harsh views. I think what happened goes against your beliefs.”

“Exactly,” SungGyu responded, amazed by how well the other man knew him. “I want to feel horrified, traumatized, and disgusted.”

“I am pretty sure you felt all of that the morning after.”

“I did, but I didn’t allow myself to remember…to remember what it was really like.”

WooHyun reached and clasped SungGyu’s hand. “You were intoxicated, drugged…your memories could be lying to you.”

“I don’t think they are…with women…I don’t value women like I should…not like I value…value you,” SungGyu admitted.

“It’s because of your mother,” WooHyun told him. “You were never close to her.”

SungGyu gasped, knowing how true WooHyun’s words were. “Are you saying I have mommy issues?”


“A lot of people do…your mother doesn’t know you are gay.”

“She never will, if I have my way,” WooHyun informed SungGyu. “She wouldn’t understand. It would hurt her.”

“But you love her…you give your family all your spare money.”

“I want their love as long as I can have it.”

“So you pay for it?”

“No,” WooHyun denied. “My mother can not help how she feels and neither can my dad. It is not just how they were raised…it is actually how they feel. My brother is more open minded, so I could tell him, but I know that to confide in my parents would be to lose them.”

SungGyu inhaled a deep breath. “You never confided in me either.”

“I did.”

“I wasn’t talking about being gay…I was talking about your feelings for me.”

“No, I didn’t. Not until I was completely insane.”

“Did you fear I would be like your parents…if I knew how you felt?”

WooHyun squeezed SungGyu’s hand. “I feared you wouldn’t care…that my love would mean nothing to you…that you would say thanks, but it wouldn’t touch you.”

“I think you might have been right…even after I remembered your confession…I didn’t hate you…I just felt…I just felt bad for you.”



“But you became angry.”

“Not because you loved me, but because you were leaving the group—that really pissed me off.”

“I noticed.”

“It scared me…more than you know. More than you will ever know.”

“You love me,” WooHyun told him, but quickly added, “You always have, but not like I love you…but your love is harder to earn. It’s more precious.”

SungGyu turned to face WooHyun. “Is your love not precious?”

WooHyun met SungGyu’s gaze. “I love easily. I love a lot of people.”

“Do you?” SungGyu questioned, trying to pull his hand away from WooHyun.

WooHyun held firmly to SungGyu’s hand, not relinquishing it. “I love other people easily. I make friends easily.”

“That’s nice for you, now let go of me.”

“Don’t get upset. I am in love with you and that is very different from loving other people.”

“I am not upset.”

“I love you more than anyone or anything. You are the only person I am in love with…have ever been in love with.”

SungGyu sat up, suddenly feeling ill at ease. “You can stop.”

“No, I can’t. Believe me, I have tried,” WooHyun said with a chuckle as he pulled SungGyu back down beside him. “For a long time I wished I could love you like you loved me.”

SungGyu snorted dismissively.

“It’s true,” WooHyun insisted. “Platonic love can be beautiful, but sadly it was never going to work for me. I am too selfish when it comes to you. My jealousy was beginning to show.”

The older man sighed and admitted, “I think I might have been jealous of Soryong today…I’m not sure.”

“You have nothing to ever be jealous of.”

“Why did you go off with him?”

“I didn’t, SungYeol was lying,” WooHyun answered, unable to hide the worry in his voice. “I think SungYeol was testing me…maybe both of us, today.”

An alarmed SungGyu turned on his side to face WooHyun. “And I failed.”

“No, I don’t think so. I am not even sure if he is testing you…I can’t tell. But even if he was I could barely tell you were jealous…I only saw a slight tinge of green. I don’t think he noticed.”

“Does he know about your feelings for me?”

“I never admitted anything to him. I had him fooled up until the time you were in the hospital but lately I can’t help but think he is toying with me.”

SungGyu grinned. “So you are the mouse for once.”

“SungYeol…he says things he shouldn’t,” WooHyun warned. “He was very hurt when I rejected his advances.”

“We never talked about this…we probably need to.”

“We did talk about it before, but you were on the verge of passing out,” WooHyun reminded him as he turned on his side to face SungGyu.

“Oh, I forgot.”

“It’s understandable.”

“Does…does he still want you?”

“I don’t know…like I said, something is different about him. The last time we really talked was at the hospital, and I got worried he was about to figure it out, so I distracted him but I fear he put it together later.”

“What did he say that made you so worried?”

“He kept pointing out how important you were to me. He kept saying if we were friends again, then I would forget about him.”

“That isn’t true.”

“It’s totally true. I love the members, but you are my world. At the time, I had missed you so much…and you were hurt. You were all I could see.”

SungGyu swallowed nervously, unwillingly moved by the other man’s words. He sat up on the bed with his back facing WooHyun. He stated firmly, “I am not going to have sex with you again.”

“Are you sure?”

“What do you think?” SungGyu asked curiously, turning around to look down at the other man.

WooHyun gazed steadily up at him. “I think we will.”

“I think…I think if we do…it will drive me crazy.”

“It won’t.”

“It would.”

WooHyun sat up, maintaining eye contact. “I love you. I have always loved you. You love me. You just—”

SungGyu interrupted to protest, “I loved you as a friend…only as a friend. I am not in love with you. I don’t fall in love, not with you…not with anyone.”

“Why were you jealous of Soryong then if you only feel friendship?”

“Maybe jealous was not the right word…maybe I was annoyed. You had made so many declarations of undying love to me…maybe I found it irritating that you had lied and fooled me once again. That you ran off with someone else the first chance you got.”

“Okay, let’s say you are not in love with me.”

“I am not.”

“But…I think you are curious,” WooHyun stated as he laid his hand on SungGyu’s thigh. “I think you are very curious.”

SungGyu sighed and didn’t bother to deny it. “Okay, so I am curious. I am also curious about what it feels like to fly, but that doesn’t mean I am going to jump out of a plane anytime soon.”

“I am not going to pressure you.”

“Really?” SungGyu asked him with the sarcasm practically dripping off his voice. “Nobody has ever pressured me like you did.”

WooHyun lifted his hand from SungGyu’s thigh to squeeze his shoulder instead. “I know and that is why I am not going to pressure you now.”

“Then why are you in my room…on my bed?”

“I am not going to let you avoid me either…that isn’t going to work for me, and it sure doesn’t work for you. We are best when we are together.”

“We can be together without having sex…you promised once would be enough.”

WooHyun grimaced, remembering his words. “I did.”

“We are not having sex.”

“Not tonight we aren’t,” was all WooHyun would concede to.

SungGyu rubbed his eyes. “I am really tired, and I am not sleeping in the same bed with you.”

“Do you not trust yourself?”

“I don’t trust you.”

WooHyun let out a laugh. “Wise man.”


“I am going to sleep in the bathroom,” WooHyun told him as he took an extra pillow and got off the bed. “I am not leaving the room, but you are right. I’m not to be trusted.”

SungGyu was happily surprised. “Are you really sleeping in the bathroom?”

“Yeah,” WooHyun told him. “I said I wasn’t going to pressure you…and I am going to try really hard not to. When your curiosity gets the best of you…you will have to come to me.”

“I told you I’m not going to have sex with you again.”

WooHyun grabbed a spare blanket from the closet and walked toward the bathroom. He paused at the doorway. “But you thought…you thought it was good.”

“I was drunk and high.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Well, that is my answer.”

WooHyun smiled, not turning around to face the other man. “And that’s why you will come to me. You will have to know if it was the drugs and alcohol or if it was…if it was just amazing.”

SungGyu frowned, hating how the other man knew him so well. “Go to bed.”

“Goodnight,” WooHyun told SungGyu as he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him.


“He’s going to get us all killed one day,” Hoya complained as he watched WooHyun throwing hearts to the fans standing outside the see-through barrier. WooHyun, SungGyu, and MyungSoo had already finished going through airport security and the other members were just finishing up.

“Death by fan love, what a way to go,” DongWoo cooed as he took his bag from the airport security guard and hurried toward the other three members.

“Yeah, being ripped to shreds by lunatic fans…sounds like a jolly good time to me,” SungYeol groused as he and SungJong followed behind DongWoo and Hoya. SungYeol was the only member wearing a mask.

SungJong reminded them, “You know his fan service serves us all. He’s the master of it…he’s so sincere. The fans love him for it.”

“That he is,” DongWoo agreed, watching WooHyun throw hearts to the crowd of Japanese fans that had come to see them off. “He’s the king of hearts.”

“You have to stop,” MyungSoo told WooHyun as he led him away by the arm. “We are going to miss our flight.”

WooHyun kept waving as he was being dragged away. “But I love our Japanese fans.”

“You love all our fans,” SungGyu grumbled from beside him.

“Make a heart with me. It can be our parting gift to them,” WooHyun told the leader as he broke free from MyungSoo to wrap an arm around SungGyu’s shoulders. “They will love it.”

“No,” SungGyu answered as he pushed WooHyun away from him.

“Spoil sport,” WooHyun teased. They had been in Japan for three days now and a peaceful truce had formed between the two of them. SungGyu had switched roommates the next day, but WooHyun hadn’t protested. If SungGyu needed time then he would provide it…as long as the man did not ignore him or crawl back inside himself. WooHyun wouldn’t allow SungGyu to hide from him.

“I will make a heart with you,” SungYeol offered.

WooHyun tensed. “No.”

“Why not? Am I not good enough?”

“Nope; if I can’t have the grandpa I want the baby,” WooHyun answered, snagging SungJong by his shirt sleeve and dragging him toward the barrier once again.

SungGyu watched SungYeol closely as the tallest member unsuccessfully hid his irritation as he watched WooHyun whisk SungJong away. “I need to sit down.”

“Poor old man,” Hoya told him.

SungGyu hurried toward their gate, not knowing what he was going to do with SungYeol. Sooner or later the other members were going to start asking questions. Questions he didn’t want to answer. “That’s right; old and wise.”

“The wisest person I know,” DongWoo agreed as he skipped up to SungGyu.

SungGyu made it to the seats and sat down at the end of a row, patting the empty seat next to him for DongWoo to take. “This is why you are my favorite.”

DongWoo sat down and beamed at the leader.

“I thought I was your favorite,” MyungSoo protested, taking the seat next to DongWoo.

The rapper leaned toward MyungSoo kissing him on the cheek. “You can be my favorite.”

MyungSoo pretended to blush. “You’re such a sweet talker.”

“You two are going to make me barf,” SungYeol announced sitting down across from them with Hoya.

“I second the barfing,” SungGyu concurred.

Hoya nodded his head. “I third the motion to barf.”’

“Synchronized barfing to commence, now,” SungYeol announced, removing his mask to show his face that was free of make-up.

MyungSoo laughed and pulled away from DongWoo. “I can’t ever get any loving.”

“Who can’t get any loving?” WooHyun asked as he and SungJong walked up to them after giving the fans one last heart before security warned them to move along. There were only two empty seats; SungJong took the one next to Hoya. WooHyun glanced at the empty seat next to SungYeol and promptly decided to sit on DongWoo’s lap instead.

“I get all kinds of loving,” DongWoo announced, wrapping his arms around WooHyun’s waist. “My ladies will be jealous.”

WooHyun leaned down and whispered, “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

SungGyu pulled out his phone.

“No Candy Crush,” WooHyun chastised, leaning over and grabbing the leader’s phone.

“Give it back,” SungGyu ordered.

“Play with us instead,” WooHyun coaxed.

“I don’t think so,” SungGyu told them. “I can only imagine what we look like to decent people.”

DongWoo rubbed his chin against SungGyu’s shoulder. “Where is the fun in being decent?”

SungGyu shook his head. “There is a time and place for fun. Now, it’s time to be decent.”

SungYeol snorted

SungGyu’s eyes narrowed. “What is your problem, SungYeol?”

“No problem, I just remember you laying it on pretty thick earlier on stage,” SungYeol informed the leader. “To all the world, you and WooHyun looked like the proud parents of a brown teddy bear.”

“Thank goodness,” SungJong replied, before SungGyu had time to respond. “I was sick of all the other pairings you guys were doing; WooYeol being the most disturbing of them all.”

WooHyun brightened at SungJong’s words, leaning over to wrap an arm around SungGyu’s neck. “I couldn’t agree more. It’s only the old man for me.”

SungGyu took WooHyun’s arm and flung it off of him, but he couldn’t keep from grinning. “Stop.”

“WooGyu is my favorite pairing, too,” SungJong told WooHyun. “I love how Hyung tries to be irritated at your antics but in the end he can’t help but smile.”

SungGyu immediately stopped grinning and forced a frown on his face. All the other members with the exception of SungYeol laughed.

MyungSoo laughed the hardest and agreed, “WooGyu is definitely the best pairing.”

SungYeol stiffened. “MyungYeol is the most popular.”

SungJong smiled knowingly at the tallest member and told him, “You and MyungSoo do make a much better pairing than WooYeol.”

“Yep, MyungYeol is good,” WooHyun agreed.

SungYeol’s eyes drilled into WooHyun. “Just good?”

“You know what isn’t good?” Hoya asked.

“Our Japanese,” SungGyu said, purposely changing topics. “We have got to improve. It isn’t fair to our Japanese fans.”

All the members agreed and the topic quickly changed, but SungGyu kept casting his gaze in SungYeol’s direction, dreading the talk they were long overdue for.
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