Sweet Deception, Chapter Sixteen

Title: Sweet Deception, Chapter Sixteen
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: dolphinchic and tahoeturquoise are wonderful people.

Chapter List

The persistent sound of the hotel phone ringing awoke SungGyu from a blissful sleep. He didn’t want to move away from the warmth that was surrounding and encompassing him. He was underneath a pile of blankets and all tangled up in WooHyun.

The phone continued to ring but he ignored it. He didn’t want to acknowledge to the world that he was awake. Too much had changed and he didn’t want to risk losing the feeling of utter contentment by thinking.

WooHyun, who slept beside him, did not stir. Memories of the past they shared flooded back to him; memories of years spent having to wrestle and fight with WooHyun in order to get the other man to wake up flashed across his mind’s eye. He grinned, well aware of how happy the other man made him. He knew his happiness had always been closely bound to his relationship with WooHyun. He refused to think any deeper on the subject; for just once in his life he embraced the feeling of happiness, and did not question it.

He was relieved when the phone stopped ringing, but his relief was short lived when he heard his cell phone going off in the nearby distance. The ringtone alerted him to the fact that it was a manager calling him. He reached out and blindly searched for the annoying phone. After having no luck finding the phone he reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up, letting some of the blankets fall off of him.

The room was dark and only a small hint of the sunlight that filled the day permeated through the thick drapes that covered the vast window. He finally caught sight of his phone on the floor at the end of the bed. He hesitated before moving. He would have to get out from underneath all of the blankets to grab it and the room was freezing. The Venetian’s air conditioners worked perfectly…too well for SungGyu’s liking. The phone would not stop ringing and he really didn’t want the managers to come looking for him. He quickly climbed to the end of the bed, reached down and snatched his phone off the floor.

“Yes!” He answered abruptly. “No…I am going to sleep…all day…yes…all day…goodbye.”

“Who was it?” WooHyun mumbled sluggishly.

“Hyoan,” SungGyu answered, while he rubbed his arms. “Fuck, it is cold in here.”

WooHyun flung the covers off of him and he said in a drowsy but inviting voice, “Come here. I will keep you warm.”

SungGyu frowned and considered telling WooHyun off, but quickly remembered the time for pretending he wasn’t interested in WooHyun had passed. He was interested and Woohyun knew it. Any doubts WooHyun might have had had passed away during the night and the early morning hours. Plus WooHyun was warm…so very warm. SungGyu gave an exaggerated sigh and crawled back into WooHyun’s waiting arms.

WooHyun wrapped his arms around SungGyu and tugged him back down in the bed beside him. Then he flung the covers back over the both of them. “I think it feels nice in here.”

“It’s freezing.”

WooHyun pulled SungGyu closer. “I promise to warm you up.”

“I’d rather sleep,” SungGyu protested but made no attempt to move away. WooHyun’s bare skin was so warm. The man gave off an amazing amount of heat. The idea of cuddling disturbed him but the desire to go back to sleep was stronger.

“You wound my heart.”


“How do you feel?”

“With my fingers.”

WooHyun giggled. “You are terrible.”

“I feel fine, but I would feel better if you let me go back to sleep.”

“You are being cranky this morning and I know why.”


“The cuddling is probably irritating the hell out of you,” WooHyun knowingly told the other man. “You are not one to cuddle.”

SungGyu maneuvered around in bed until he was facing WooHyun. He tried to make out WooHyun’s face in the darkness, but failed. “You think you know me so well.”

“I do. I know you as much as I love you…and that is an Infinite amount of knowledge.”

SungGyu blushed, thankful for the darkness. “You don’t have to keep telling me that.”

“Telling you what?”

“That you love me.”

“I do love you.”

SungGyu reached out a hand and found WooHyun’s face and gently cupped the other man’s cheek. “You can stop saying it.”

“You need to hear it.”

“I don’t…” SungGyu paused. “I know you love me…you don’t have to keep telling me.”

WooHyun covered SungGyu’s hand with his own. “I won’t ever stop.”

“You are so sappy.”

“I have to make up for your total lack of sap.”

SungGyu pulled his hand back. He then turned around in bed on his side, facing away from WooHyun. “You need to let me sleep.”

“But now you have all of me woke up,” WooHyun told him in his most seductive tone as he wrapped his arms around SungGyu’s waist and pulled him tightly against him. SungGyu felt WooHyun’s erection rubbing against him.

SungGyu felt his heart rate speed up. “Do I?”

The younger man kissed his shoulder from behind before answering, “You do.”

“I am sleepy.”

“You can sleep later.”

SungGyu let out a hearty laugh. “I’d rather sleep, now.”

WooHyun slid his hand down and encircled SungGyu’s own aroused cock. “Lies, all lies.”

SungGyu moaned and pushed back into the other man.


The feel of a foreign tongue slipping past his lips into his mouth jolted SungGyu awake. His eyes flew open to find WooHyun hovering over him. SungGyu pushed him away and wiped his mouth. “What the hell?” SungGyu managed to spit out.

WooHyun stepped away from the bed. “I was waking you up with a kiss.”

SungGyu sat up and his eyes squinted as they adjusted to the light. “Why don’t you just tell me to wake up next time, so I don’t barf in your mouth?”

WooHyun gave the older man a lopsided grin. “There you go, wounding my heart again.”

SungGyu looked around the hotel room. “What time is it?”

“Almost eight.”

“Eight at night?” SungGyu asked, not able to hide his surprise as he pulled the blankets up and around him.

“Yes,” WooHyun answered as he walked across the room and picked up an open book he had been reading earlier.

SungGyu watched WooHyun, who was still naked. “Why don’t you put some clothes on?”

WooHyun smirked. “Don’t act bashful; it’s nothing you haven’t seen before or had lots of sex with.”

“It’s freezing.”

The younger man sat down on the bed and informed the other man, “I’m a hot-blooded young man.”

“What am I?”

“A cold blooded grandpa.”

SungGyu grunted dismissively and then ordered, “Turn the air conditioner off.”


“Why not?”

“You might get out of bed and run away if I do.”

“I might.”

“I would chase after you.”

“I have no doubt.”

“Good, don’t doubt it,” WooHyun told him and then asked, “Are you hungry?”

SungGyu’s eyes lit up. “Yes, let’s go to the buffet at the Mirage…or maybe the one at the Bellagio. I need to go to a buffet. Turn the heat on so I can shower and get dressed.”

“Or we could order this instead,” WooHyun replied as he set the room service menu down for SungGyu to look at it. WooHyun pointed at his suggestions.

SungGyu scowled. “Champagne and chocolate covered strawberries?”

WooHyun shrugged and gave SungGyu a sheepish grin. “It’s romantic.”

“You are such a girl.”

“You must have been relieved when you discovered I was really a girl.”

“I was! Sexual identity crisis averted.”

WooHyun reached a hand up and ruffled the front of SungGyu’s hair. “Are we going to talk about your sexual identity crisis?”

SungGyu frantically shook his head.

“Not at all?”

“No,” SungGyu answered firmly. “I can’t think about that right now. I have forbidden myself from thinking about it.”

WooHyun took the book back from SungGyu. “Do you think that is wise?”

“None of this is wise. All of this is very, very unwise.”

The younger man eyed his lover; not bothering to hide his concern. “Do you regret coming to my room?”

“I thought we were ordering something for us to eat?”

“Didn’t you enjoy being with me?”

SungGyu looked away from WooHyun. “What did I just say about not thinking about it?”

“It’s just a question.”

“Just order the food already and not just strawberries and champagne. I want some real food.”

WooHyun slid his hand under the covers that were covering SungGyu, found a hand and squeezed it. “Answer me first.”

“No,” SungGyu answered. “I don’t have to. You always say you know me so well…so you should already know the answer.”

“I do know the answer.”

“Good, now order the food.”

“I might need to hear you say it.”

SungGyu grumbled and reluctantly snapped, “It wasn’t horrible, so order the food already.”

“I am glad it wasn’t horrible for you,” WooHyun snapped back at him as he grabbed the menu and got off the bed.

“I told you I don’t want to think about it.”

WooHyun set the book down on the bedside table and picked up the phone. Before he dialed for room service he asked, “Is it so hard for you?”


“You can’t even give me a crumb?”

“No, I can’t,” SungGyu responded and then wrapped the blankets tightly around him. He listened as WooHyun called room service. He knew he was being impossible. He knew it wouldn’t kill him to give WooHyun some kind of reassurance, but it was so difficult for him to say the words.

WooHyun finished ordering the food and set the phone down. He then walked over to the temperature controls in the room and turned the air off.

SungGyu watched as WooHyun then went through his luggage and quickly pulled on sweats and a tank top. He then slowly threw SungGyu’s clothes he had been wearing the night before at him one item at a time. “I already showered; you might want to consider doing the same.”

SungGyu let the clothes pelt him, not bothering to remove his arms from the warmth of the blankets to catch the flying clothes. “Is this a not so subtle hint you want me to leave?”

“No,” WooHyun answered quickly. “Absolutely not; I never want you to leave…I just…you would feel more comfortable if we were wearing clothes.”

SungGyu looked down at the clothes and knew WooHyun was right.

“You are starting to get awkward…and I shouldn’t push you, but sometimes I can’t help myself. I know how you are…and I know better than to push. I’m sorry,” WooHyun said, apologizing. “If you don’t want to think about what happened between us that is okay.”

“I don’t want to be awkward,” SungGyu blurted out, suddenly feeling guilty for his behavior. “Not with you. I am sorry, too…I just get this way. I’ve always been this way.”

“I know.”

SungGyu inhaled a deep breath and slowly exhaled and admitted, “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with you. It was far from horrible.”

WooHyun brightened and sat back down on the king sized bed beside SungGyu and told him sincerely, “And I don’t want you to leave.”

“We have three days left in Vegas…and I want to be…” SungGyu paused, unable to get the rest of the words out.

WooHyun nodded his head encouragingly. “Go on.”

SungGyu groaned but forced the words out of his mouth. “I want to be with you.”

WooHyun reached out his hand and lifted SungGyu’s chin until they were gazing at each other. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“You just told me that.”

“I love you,” WooHyun repeated.

SungGyu’s eyes narrowed. “Thanks.”


“Yes, thanks…a lot.”

WooHyun fell back on the bed laughing. “You are welcome.”

SungGyu watched the laughing man and chastised, “You say the words too easily, like so many other people do. They lose all their meaning when you just blurt them out all the time.”

WooHyun sat up. “But you don’t say them at all.”

“I do…I have said it before.”

“When have you ever said it that the words ‘as a friend’ weren’t attached to it?” WooHyun challenged as he folded his arms across his chest.

SungGyu grimaced. “But that’s the only time I mean it.”

“So you do love me.”

“As a friend,” SungGyu quickly added. “Like I said, you over use the word love. You are always spouting off love to everybody.”

“I do not.”

“Bull, how many times do you declare your love to the fans?”

“The fans need to know we love them. It is important fan service and I do love them for supporting us.”

“It isn’t just with our fans.”

“I am affectionate this I will admit, but my love is not for free.”

SungGyu snorted. “You spout off ‘I love you’ every time you come. You practically chant it…you do chant it, like a mantra in my ear. I can hear it now…I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

WooHyun’s face turned beet red.

“Ah!” SungGyu exclaimed, reaching out to pat WooHyun’s cheek. “You do blush! I thought it was impossible. If I didn’t see it with my own eyes I wouldn’t have believed it.”

“Of…ummm,” WooHyun looked away from SungGyu, embarrassed. “Yeah…I blush.”

SungGyu pulled his hand away from WooHyun and asked, “Is it some kind of involuntarily reflex that occurs when you orgasm?”

WooHyun cleared his throat. “Recently, yeah…I suppose it is.”

“Only recently?” SungGyu asked, studying the other man intently. “How recently?”

WooHyun looked back at SungGyu and tried to explain, “I think I first said it because you were so freaked out and I was trying to comfort you.”


“And last night…and today…it just, I can’t stop saying it. It’s like my real heart spills out of me.”

SungGyu’s eyes narrowed. “I am going to kick you.”

WooHyun gasped, “You should be moved.”

“I’m moved to kick you.”

“You are the most insensitive man I have ever known!” WooHyun declared, scooting back out of SungGyu’s kicking range.

“And you are a bigger girl than any woman I’ve ever been with!”

“To show one’s feelings isn’t weakness. It’s strength.”

“Blah, blah, blah.”

“How did you ever talk any girl into having sex with you?” WooHyun demanded. “I know you like the back of my hand and I’m still kinda offended.”

SungGyu shrugged. “I’m told they like the challenge.”

“So you have never declared your love to a woman?”


“Did you ever compliment them? Tell them they were pretty? Tell them they have nice breasts—whatever straight men tell women. Did you give them any kind of compliments at all?”

“Oh, I compliment them,” SungGyu answered, nodding his head earnestly, “if I’m horny enough.”

WooHyun’s whole body shook with laughter. “You are horrible. Horrible!”

“I am not horrible,” SungGyu denied. “I just don’t believe in meaningless words. When I say something I mean it…unless I am really horny and just want to have sex.”

“To compliment a person is nice. It’s a nice thing to do. It’s what nice people do.”

SungGyu halfheartedly told WooHyun, “You have a nice voice.”

“Thank you.”

“Are we done now?”

“No, we just started. You are doing great.”

SungGyu groaned in protest.

“But to tell somebody you love that you are in love with them is really nice. Sometimes people need to hear it…even if they already know it.”

“If I told somebody I was in love with them I would be lying. This might be hard for you to understand…but lying is wrong.”

“I know lying is wrong.”

“You could have fooled me.”

“Can we not go down that road again? I told you I wasn’t going to lie to you anymore, and I haven’t.”

“True,” SungGyu conceded. “You have been brutally honest.”

“It isn’t brutal to tell you I love you. I do love you.”

SungGyu winced. “And I said thank you.”

“And that is not a proper—” A knock on the door interrupted WooHyun, who got up to answer it.

“Wait,” SungGyu hissed. He quickly put on his clothes then got on the floor and hid behind the bed. SungGyu doubted even WooHyun could come up with a convincing enough lie for why a very naked SungGyu was in his bed…in a room that smelled like sex. SungGyu realized he should have taken WooHyun’s advice and showered. SungGyu listened as WooHyun answered the door and to his relief it was just room service.

WooHyun tipped the waiter and shut the door. “Like I was saying, thank you is not a proper response to a person who has just declared their love to you.”

SungGyu remained on the floor and pointed out, “It is an honest one though.”

“So you don’t love me?”

“I love you as a friend.”

WooHyun walked over holding one chocolate covered strawberry and stared down at SungGyu. “And that is all?”

SungGyu looked up at the strawberry and licked his lips. “Okay, I am very fond of you.”

“Oh, that’s better,” WooHyun told him as he knelt down beside him.

The older man eyed the strawberry hungrily and added, “Very, very fond.”

WooHyun laughed and stuffed the strawberry in SungGyu’s mouth.


The next day, WooHyun scanned the cafe looking for the familiar form of his lover. They had separated earlier that morning. SungGyu had snuck back to his room to shower and get dressed. He had then joined SungJong and MyungSoo for breakfast. The two youngest had been clamoring for their leader’s attention.

“Searching for SungGyu?”

WooHyun inwardly groaned and then put on a bright smile as he turned to face SungYeol. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s pretty obvious.”

“Well, you’re wrong. I am actually looking for Manager Geonam to get my ass out of trouble.”

Hoya and DongWoo walked up to them and DongWoo asked, “Why is your ass in trouble?”

Hoya smiled appreciatively at an attractive woman that walked past them before turning his attention to WooHyun. “Where were you yesterday?”

WooHyun winked suggestively at the lead dancer. “Do you really want to know?”

Hoya quickly shook his head no.

“Needless to say I might have missed a few check-ins,” WooHyun said elaborating. Whereas SungGyu could easily get away with saying he had slept all day and night…nobody would believe WooHyun if he claimed the same.

DongWoo laughed and asked, “Did you have fun?”

“Oh, you know it,” WooHyun eagerly answered as he stretched his arms out over his head. “I feel quite refreshed.”

SungYeol looked doubtfully at the main vocal and questioned, “So what did he look like?”

WooHyun placed his hand over his heart and said with a voice of longing, “Let’s just say…on our floor…perhaps near my room or maybe in it…stood a blond Adonis. He looked like he came straight off the cover of a romance novel.”

“I don’t want to know,” Hoya hastily informed WooHyun.

WooHyun held up his hands, innocently. “You guys asked…did I mention that I think he strips for a living?”

“You got with a stripper?” Hoya said, unable to hide his disapproval. “You are probably going to die from some unknown venereal disease, now…not that you weren’t before.”

WooHyun reached out squeezed Hoya’s shoulder. “I assure you…I play safely.”

“He’s just jealous he couldn’t find a pretty stripper to hook up with,” DongWoo laughed and told them.

“Hell, yeah,” Hoya confessed, laughing. “We should go to a strip show tonight…” Hoya paused, looking at WooHyun, “one that features only women.”

WooHyun pretended to gag. “You can count me out.”

DongWoo slung his arm around Hoya and declared, “Let’s go have some daytime fun.”

“If you still want to ride the roller-coasters I am game,” SungYeol, who had been quietly observing WooHyun, offered. “But I also want to ride the rides on the top of the Stratosphere.”

A skeptical Hoya asked, “Is that the really tall casino?”

SungYeol nodded his head. “That’s it!”

“Oh, yes!” DongWoo exclaimed, jumping up and down. “Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!”

WooHyun’s eyes darted back to the café looking for his lover. He knew if he didn’t join them it would be very suspicious, but the urge to find SungGyu was strong. Hanging out with the members was a guaranteed fun time, but he’d prefer to have sex all day.

“Ummm…I think I am going to join the others and shop instead,” Hoya said, uneasily.

DongWoo made kissy faces at Hoya and begged, “Don’t be a baby, Baby…be a big, big, boy, Baby.”

“I am not a baby,” Hoya denied.

“Who is shopping?” WooHyun asked eagerly.

“The old man and the babies,” DongWoo answered. “And now the other baby wants to join them.”

SungYeol smirked and added, “I think WooHyun wants to join them, too.”

DongWoo gasped and leapt for WooHyun enveloping him in a hug. “Say it isn’t true! Don’t leave me!”

WooHyun returned DongWoo’s hug and rubbed his back. “Don’t worry friend, I just want to make sure we ask the babies if they want to come, too. I know SungJong will want to come with us.”

DongWoo kissed WooHyun on the cheek and told him, “You are such a thoughtful hyung. My hero.”

WooHyun beamed at DongWoo. “I know.”

SungYeol just rolled his eyes.


“What about this?” The irritated stylist asked as she held up a woman’s blouse.

SungGyu just shook his head. The stylist grunted and went back to looking for a gift for SungGyu’s mother.

“She’s being awfully helpful to you today,” MyungSoo told the leader.

SungJong, who was looking around the store, agreed, “Yeah, I thought she said she was going to flee from us and enjoy herself like the rest of our staff?”

“She really likes me,” SungGyu told the two youngest as he shook his head no to the stylist who was approaching with another blouse. He winked at the annoyed woman to remind her just what he had on her.

“Hyung, we are going to be here all day unless you give her an idea about what your mom likes?” SungJong told the older man.

“I don’t really know what she likes,” SungGyu admitted.

MyungSoo stared at the older man bewildered. “She’s your mom.”

SungGyu just shrugged. “She’s difficult to buy for.”

“You should pick it out,” SungJong advised. “It will mean more to her if she thinks you picked it out for her.”

“I doubt that,” SungGyu answered as he caught a glimpse of WooHyun and SungYeol entering the store. His heart rate quickened at the sight of WooHyun but he forced himself to sound wary. “Here comes trouble.”

WooHyun smiled at the three members but quickly turned away from them, dragging SungYeol along with him to the other side of the store when he had caught sight of the stylist.

“Hello, Mitzy,” WooHyun told the stylist as he approached her. “How are you doing?”

The fuming stylist looked up at WooHyun and warned, “I am about to stab SungGyu in the eye with a hanger.”

“Don’t do that; WooHyun would miss him,” SungYeol told her.

WooHyun laughed and agreed, “I would.”

“If he doesn’t hurry and pick out a gift for his mother, you better get prepared to miss him,” the stylist threatened. “He is pissing me off more than he did when he announced to the world that I needed to lose weight.”

“You know he was kidding,” SungYeol said in the leader’s defense. “He adores you.”

The stylist grunted.

“He does,” WooHyun reinforced. “He’s not gifted when it comes to talking to women. That he’s ever managed to get laid is a miracle.”

“Some women like abuse, but I don’t happen to be one of them. I wouldn’t date him for five billion dollars.”

SungYeol looked around the store, eager to escape the peeved stylist before she unleashed on him. “Maybe I should find something for my mom while we are here.”

When SungYeol was looking away, WooHyun winked at the stylist and stated, “So Mitzy, I hope you won’t tell anybody about the blond Adonis I was with the other night.”

The stylist blushed.

SungYeol jerked his head back around. “Was he really with a stripper?”

The stylist looked WooHyun in the eye and caught on fast. “Yeah, and he was really hot. All the good looking men are gay here; it’s enough to make a straight girl cry.”

WooHyun placed his arm around the stylist and told her, “You go and enjoy yourself. I will handle SungGyu.”

The stylist couldn’t hide her excitement. “Really?”

“Yeah, run along,” WooHyun assured her.

“I am so out of here,” the stylist told them and quickly took off.

WooHyun took a step in SungGyu’s direction but SungYeol reached out and grabbed his arm stopping him. “What happened to waiting for love?”

“The one I love is straight,” WooHyun told SungYeol convincingly. “He isn’t interested, so I decided to have some harmless fun.”

“Harmless fun?”

“Yeah, it was just sex. Nobody is going to get any hurt feelings when I don’t love them back. Once we leave…what are the chances that I will ever see him again? Like I said, it’s harmless.”

SungYeol folded his arms. “I told you, that I don’t want you to love me back. I don’t love you either.”

“I don’t want to have sex with you…strings or no strings.”

“Fine, but what do you think SungGyu is going to think about your little stripper friend?”

WooHyun grinned. “I promise he wasn’t little. He was actually quite big.”

SungYeol refused to be distracted. “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’m feeling incredibly spiteful.”

“Don’t dish it out unless you can handle what I serve back at you,” WooHyun warned.

SungYeol cast a gaze at SungGyu, who was looking at scarves with the two youngest, and whispered to WooHyun, “He might not be a straight as you think.”


“When he talked to me…he seemed almost interested in you.”

WooHyun grabbed SungYeol by the arm and jerked him closer. “What do you mean?”

“He admitted to being curious, okay? There…I am horrible person for telling you this—but he admitted to being curious. So it would be a darn shame if your little stripper excursion blew your only chance at a shot with the real thing.”

WooHyun smiled. “What else did SungGyu say about me?”

A very guilty SungYeol answered, “He kept saying he was very fond of you…he won’t say he loves you, but I think he might be substituting the word fond for love.”

“I could kiss you for saying that!”

SungYeol took a step back. “Don’t! I am fucked up enough…I am trying to be the bigger man here.”

“Thank you,” WooHyun told SungYeol sincerely and headed straight for SungGyu.

SungGyu was frowning at SungJong and MyungSoo, who he had modeling scarves for him. “Where did my stylist go? She’s supposed to be helping me.”

“I rescued her from you,” WooHyun declared as he walked up to the three of them, with SungYeol tagging along behind him. “Plus, she is not just your stylist, and she is on vacation, too.”

SungGyu turned and glared at WooHyun.

“Ouch!” WooHyun exclaimed, taking a step back. “I am only thinking of you. Do you want to have bad hair again?”

“This is bad!” SungGyu complained, reaching up to touch his hair.

“No, it looks good,” WooHyun said, encouragingly.

“Bullshit! It’s fried to a crisp.”

“No, it looks good. It’s fluffy,” WooHyun assured him.

SungGyu snarled and spat, “Fluffy!”

SungYeol, who was behind WooHyun pushed him out of the way and walked up to SungJong. “Oh that orange lacy scarf looks fabulous on you.”

SungJong bowed. “Thank you.”

MyungSoo frowned and removed the black scarf from his neck. “What about me?”

“Handsome, black is so boring. You need some color in your life,” SungYeol told him.

“No,” MyungSoo responded petulantly. “I like black.”

“How dare you send my stylist away,” SungGyu said, continuing to bitch at WooHyun. “I need her help!”

WooHyun bravely stepped closer to SungGyu. “I will help you.”

“My mother hates you,” SungGyu reminded WooHyun. “She thinks you are a manipulative troll.”

“Hey, your mom knows WooHyun well,” SungJong teased, but after seeing the hurt look on WooHyun’s face he immediately added, “Sorry.”

“Where are DongWoo and Hoya?” MyungSoo asked as he laid the black scarf down.

“DongWoo got distracted on the way here and it was Hoya’s turn to watch him,” SungYeol explained. “The reason we were looking for you guys was to see if you wanted to go ride some rides with us.”

“Yes!” SungJong answered quickly. “We want to.”

MyungSoo looked doubtful. “Umm…”

SungJong batted his long eyelashes at MyungSoo and pleaded, “Please, it won’t be any fun without you.”

MyungSoo gulped nervously and looked very hesitant.

“Pretty please,” SungJong begged, taking MyungSoo by the arm. “Please.”

MyungSoo sighed and agreed, “Okay.”

“Did you all hear that?” SungYeol asked.

“What?” SungGyu asked.

“That was the sound of MyungSoo’s junk jingling,” SungYeol informed them. MyungSoo glowered at SungYeol but the taller man just smirked, and took hold of MyungSoo’s other arm and stated, “Let’s go find Hoya and DongWoo.”

“What about you two?” MyungSoo asked looking at SungGyu and WooHyun.

SungGyu shook his head. “Jerking my innards around wouldn’t be smart.”

“No,” WooHyun quickly agreed. “I will stay with our poor leader so he doesn’t get lonely.”

“I assure you I won’t get lonely,” SungGyu mumbled as he turned back to the scarves. “Feel free to go with them.”

WooHyun told the others, “No, you guys go. If he got lost we would never hear the end of it.”

SungYeol smiled at the main vocal, knowing he didn’t want to leave SungGyu. “Come on guys, we better go find the others. Let the old guys shop together.”

WooHyun watched as the three youngest walked away and once they were out of ear shot he slithered up to SungGyu and announced, “Finally, we are alone.”

“Go find my…I mean our stylist.”

“You look really good today…like really hot,” WooHyun was full of praise as he ignored the command and looked SungGyu up and down. “I like you in solid white.”

SungGyu just gave him a stern glare in return.

“It’s like you’re glowing—don’t look at me like that! It’s true. Surely I’m not the only person who has complimented your appearance today.”

The look on SungGyu’s face had WooHyun clapping his hands in victory. “Ha! I knew it.”

“I hate you so much.”

WooHyun just smiled back at him. “You love me—Oh, I am so sorry; I mean you’re so fond of me.”

SungGyu clamped his lips together trying not to smile at the other man.

The younger man nudged him in the shoulder. “So we are shopping for my future mother-in-law, huh?”

SungGyu burst out into laughter, unable to hold it in any longer. “You need to stop!”

“Nobody is listening to us,” WooHyun told him. “I will behave though, because I have good news.”

“What?” SungGyu asked as he started looking at scarves again.

“SungYeol and I are friends again…I think.”

“Good for you.”

“By the way, I had sex with Mitzy’s stripper if anybody asks.”

“Gross,” SungGyu responded as he picked up a leopard scarf and inspected it.

“What?” WooHyun asked, taken aback by SungGyu’s response. “There was nothing gross about that man.”

“If he came toward me I would run the other direction.”

WooHyun peered at the other man slightly stunned. “So you are telling me you weren’t even a little bit attracted to him?”

“Nope,” SungGyu answered as he looked at the price tag on the leopard scarf.

WooHyun pondered SungGyu’s words. “So I am the only man you are attracted to?”

“Am I attracted to you?”

“I think when two people have had as much sex as we have had in the last thirty-six hours there is some attraction involved,” WooHyun informed the other man.

SungGyu grabbed a scarf with a zebra print. “I suppose you might be right.”

WooHyun brushed up against SungGyu and whispered, “If you want to go back to my room so I can remind you of our mutual attraction, I’m more than willing.”


“Come on,” WooHyun whined. “It’s been four hours…I miss you.”



“Yep; so why do you think SungYeol is your friend again?” SungGyu asked as he walked through the store still holding the two scarves, hoping to distract WooHyun.

“When he found out about me and the stripper—”

SungGyu stopped. “You do remember you were not actually with the stripper?”

“Yes, I know that, but the key to being a convincing liar is to believe the lie to a certain extent.”

SungGyu stopped to look at some belts. “Is that how you do it?”

“Yes, but let’s get back to my point…SungYeol confided in me that you were curious, and I might have given up on you too fast.”

SungGyu whirled around, his expression souring. “He told you that?”

“He did.”

“That sneaky rat!”

WooHyun reached out and took SungGyu’s hand and reminded him, “It isn’t like I didn’t already know.”

“That isn’t the point! He doesn’t know you know! I don’t tell you his secrets…he shouldn’t confide mine to you. I can only imagine the hell I would be suffering right now, if I hadn’t been honest with you.”

“True,” WooHyun agreed. “I’d be on you like a starving tick on a fat dog.”

SungGyu narrowed his eyes. “I guess I know not to tell him anything I don’t want you to know.”

“You can tell me anything,” WooHyun said soothingly. “I didn’t tell you this to make you mad. I think it’s sweet.”

“You think it is sweet that he betrays my secrets?”

WooHyun squeezed SungGyu’s hand and leaned in closer to whisper, “He probably knows how great we are together and wants to give us a chance. He’s being the bigger man. It’s cool.”

SungGyu pulled away, shaking his hand free. “Don’t.”

“Nobody is watching us.”

“You don’t know that.”

WooHyun looked around the store. The only other customers were women, who seemed focused on shopping. “I am pretty sure.”

“You should go find the guys and have fun.”

“I only want to have fun with you.”

“We are not going to have sex today.”

“What! Why not?”

SungGyu leaned in closer. “We are in Vegas. We can’t stay in the hotel room all the time.”

“Yes, we can!”

“I am going to walk the strip, shop, and visit the casinos,” SungGyu informed the other man.

WooHyun did not bother hiding his unhappiness. “Are you saying you don’t want to have sex anymore?”

SungGyu looked around the store to make sure nobody was listening. “I am not saying that. Tonight, I am all yours, but—” SungGyu’s phone went off and he answered it, “What…so you are a coward also…don’t deny it, it’s true…I am not judging…so you just want to hang out with me…lies…you adore me…you wish you were like me…yeah, WooHyun will be happy to replace you…I suppose…we will meet you there.”

“You did not…urgh!”

“Don’t be a baby,” SungGyu told WooHyun as he slid the phone back in his pocket. “It’s best this way.”

“No, it isn’t!” WooHyun protested. “I want to spend time with you!”

SungGyu shook his head and headed to the cashier with his scarves. “You will be bored to death. Go have fun.”

WooHyun sighed. “Just promise me something.”


“Just don’t think too much.”

SungGyu turned around and faced the other man. “I won’t…plus, Hoya will be irritating the hell out of me, so I won’t be able to think.”

“That’s not always true…you two are good friends.”

“We are, but he doesn’t come close to you.”

WooHyun beamed at him.

SungGyu smiled back at him. “Now, be happy with your crumb and don’t pout.”

“I promise to be a good boy.”

“Well, for today at least…tonight I might require you to be a little bit bad,” SungGyu told WooHyun before hurrying up to the cashier.
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