026. effect ; myungsoo/ho (1/2)

It took a while, I'm sorry! Bear with my lazyness / inability to have any sort of shedule for updating, please♥♥

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Never in his life did Myungsoo think that he would be gay. Or well, he thought he wasn't gay. Until he walked into class, mumbling out a "Hi, I'm Lee Howon, you can call me Hoya, I'm seventeen... Nice to meet y'all". Myungsoo could bet his friends had caught him staring, but how could he not? Howon, or Hoya, was in a pair of really tight black pants, a loose, grey tanktop (showing off a perfect amount of a very nice chest), and a bloodred cardigan. His hair was a dark shade of purple and he had several piercings in both of his ears, in the left one a thin bar going through the ear, a vertical industrial. Myungsoo winced a bit, imagining the pain of getting that piercing. He thought that it was lucky they were in a school were uniforms weren't needed and appearence wasn't something the teachers cared about. If Hoya would have gone to Myungsoo's old school - well, he wouldn't even get in. Not looking like that, that's for sure. Myungsoo was pulled away from his thoughts about the new guy as his friend tapped his shoulder from where he was seated behind him, telling him to "not be so fucking obvious". Myungsoo decided it was a good idea to look at his hands for the rest of class, as Hoya took the only empty seat, in the front, a few rows from Myungsoo."So, are you gonna ask him out or what?"

"Sungjong for fuck's sake..."

"Are you? Because the girls are already swarming around him, and look at the poor thing, he looks terrified."

Myungsoo looked to where Sungjong was nodding, and further down in the hallway Hoya seemed rather unsure of what to do when about six girls stood around him, all trying to talk to him, get his number, get him on a date.

"Oh."

"Yep. Come on Myungsoo, at least save him! Just don't tell him that you wan't to fuck him, it might creep him out."

Sungjong pushed Myungsoo away, sending him stumbling to where Hoya was, and after turning around and flipping Sungjong off, Myungsoo walked towards Hoya. "Hey, Hoya."

Hoya spun around at the sound of his voice, and despite not clearly knowing who Myungsoo was, only recognizing him from class, he was more than happy to let him drag him away from the bunch of girls.

"Thanks. Those chicks are scary."

Hoya let out a light laugh as he sat down on the bench Myungsoo had dragged him to, on the schoolyard.

"I know. They do the same thing everytime someone hot starts here."

"Creepy. What's your name, anyway?"

"Myungsoo, Kim Myungsoo. You can call me L if you want to, that's what they do down at the club."

"Club?" Hoya moved a bit closer to Myungsoo, clearly interested now.

"A little dance-club. We're like, fifteen people."

"Wow. You dance?" Hoya asked, a small smile on his lips, and Myungsoo had to keep himself from staring.

"No, I'm just in the club." Myungsoo shot him a look and Hoya snorted, "No but really, I dance. I'm far from the best in the group, but I try."

"Nice. Should we get back inside? It's kind of cold here, and I think class starts soon." Hoya fumbled with his schedule, and Myungsoo grabbed it from his hands.

"Stop being so awkward, will you? It doesn't match your appearance. Let's go."

Hoya stood up and snatched his schedule back, making a face at Myungsoo as the latter stood up as well. "Let's just leave." "So, how did it go?"

Sungjong poked at Myungsoo with the end of his fork as they sat in the canteen.

"I think he thinks I'm fucking stupid." Myungsoo threw his fork on the table, he had just been playing around with his food for the last five minutes anyway.

"Can't you even flirt?!"

"Hey! Just because you have the damn power of sexuality or some shit like that doesn't mean you can think everybody gets laid as easily as you do."

"I don't sleep around that much!" Sungjong looked over his shoulder to see if anyone heard their conversation. Luckily, it seemed as he was safe.

"Really?" Myungsoo smirked. "When was the last time you fucked?"