Request by the wonderful PSyion-chan 💕😩
(Ps don ever apologize for requesting something, fam, that's what I opened requests for haha👌😉 and it's such a fun concept!!)

Pairing: Sungjin x Wonpil (plus a surprise*ahem* extra pair*ahemAheM...or two oops haha or maybe three idk)
Concept: "What Can I Do" x "I Loved You" x "When You Love Someone" trilogy (omgomg in all this time, I still haven't written anything based on this trilogy, but I absolutely ADORE all of the works I've read so far that are takes on this m/v series YaS)
Ending: Happy!! úwù

🙌"Bad Habits" Shaun😭

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Wonpil knew since the start that it would never work out. Knew how Sungjin rolled -- he'd develop a crush on some girl, have no courage to get closer to her, then approach her in the future and get rejected -- and Wonpil knew, oh GOD, he knew... But his heart still hammered, his head still spun as a scratched vinyl does beneath a broken needle. Because there was only one thing it truly craved.

Sungjin's affection.

No, no... not the kind he received from his friend on a daily basis through discrete glances, not the kind he got from going to the music store together like all best friends do — the kind which would be filled with adoration of a different kind: an affection filled to the brim with romantic adoration, with true, unfiltered love. And if Wonpil was given an order form for a single wish by some almighty magical creature, he knew exactly what he would write.

Make Sungjinnie-hyung want me like I want him.

*

An entire school semester had passed since Sungjin's last encounter with the indirect rejection from Yeeun. He had hesitantly confessed to her, yes, had thought that his affections would never be returned because she had a thing going for Younghyun, and he had a thing going for her; it turned out that things weren't quite so, but they were still not favorable in light of Sungjin's prior affections. Yeeun had first found an interest in Younghyun, it turned out, because she noticed his secretive attraction to her best friend, Jaehyung, and Younghyun had grown fond of her when she went out of her way to defend him in front of his shitty ex-boss. They'd gotten closer yet when talks about Jaehyung on the swing set turned to talks about a certain co-worker at Younghyun's new job at a cafe, until the picture finally came together. Jaehyung had his eyes on Younghyun's coworker, Jinra, not because he had a thing for her — oh, no, no — it was because he thought she was would make a great pair with his best friend. And he was right, in the end. Yeeun and Jinra were waltzing away together in no time, and that left Younghyun to try to get his feelings across to Jaehyung, yada-yada — Sungjin had enough on his mind to cut himself off while thinking about it. What really mattered was that, after Younghyun finally confessed to Jaehyung with a message written in latte foam, Jaehyung told him that he didn't like coffee (plus, the foam melted before he could even think to decipher what it was spelling out), and Younghyun ended up having to confess by carving his message into a tea spoon, instead. He was, of course, accepted (after Jaehyung was forced to ask multiple customers for help deciphering the scratchy script — talk about bad-boy Kang, huh, bringing a pocket knife to work), as the two kept rubbing their success into Sungjin's sorry face every time they saw him walking down the hallway. Sungjin knew all this because, although Jaehyung was by all means not the best at communicating in Korean, the blonde knew enough to be able to extract the juicy gossip from extraneous sources and feed it into Sungjin's mind like a cheese grater of sorts. Sungjin didn't mind, so to say, but he also had problems of his own... and constantly hearing — more often seeing — such unfiltered good news happening in the romantic lives of his friends just made him a bit depressed at times. He sometimes wondered when he'd get lucky, if he'd ever hit the jackpot like they did.

*

Sungjin was lazing about on the sunlit roof of his school during the lunch break when a swarm of girls passed him by. He shook his head in distaste and muttered beneath his breath, "I see that punk, Younghyun's, got his hands full with the boy'a his dreams, too busy ta help his friend out..." He bitterly stood from his comfortable position leaning against the ledge and followed after the girls, who were known for their obnoxious chasing of a certain boy with social issues and a deceptively nasty demeanor. "Hey, Dowoon," Sungjin called out, having sighted the boy who was about to be flanked by the girls. "Can'ya come with me to the canteen? I'll treat'cha to snacks."

With a brisk nod and strangely emotionless eyes, the younger boy leapt off the ledge he had been drinking his banana milk on and followed after his retreating savior, one hand stuffed deep in the pocket of his uniform pants, the other reserved for holding his carton to his puckering lips. Sungjin had effectively taken up the duty of "Dowoon protection" since the day Younghyun asked him to look after his unsociable friend when he began to go out with Jaehyung. Sungjin agreed, because Wonpil had started hanging out with this one girl in a lower grade a heck of a lot more often these days and Sungjin was..... he was frankly lonely. And maybe something else, too — but he'd never admit to that, no, no.

Once they were on the staircase, Dowoon finally spoke. "So. How's gettin rejected like?"

Sungjin felt this cut sear and winced. He scratched his nape in discomfort. "Mm... hurts, I— I guess...Why'r'ya askin so suddenly?"

"Ya guess?" Dowoon noisily inhaled some more milk before continuing his questioning with his eyes trained to the ceiling as if he was disinterested. He was leaning back on the hatches of the railing leaning out over the stairs, but not to the point where it was dangerous. "What's't meanta guess 'bout that?" he garbled out.

"Pard'n?" Sungjin could barely decipher what the younger was saying through the unusual combination of satoori and banana sludge.

"I mean... Shouldn'ya know enough bout'chur feelings ta not have'ta guess bout it?"

"Hmm," Sungjin hummed out.

"I mean, I know when I reject som'un, she's hurt. I don mean'ta hurt'er... but I don like'er like that..."

Sungjin glanced over at his pensive friend and sighed. "Well... E'ryone gets over bein rejected sometime. Don worry too much."

It was Dowoon's turn to hum. The boy slurped at his milk a bit more, then began to speak again. "Somethin's off boucha, hyung... Yer, hmm— yer jealous'a Son Chaeyoung," his head suddenly tilted to the side a bit so he could sway his eyes into a fierce contact with Sungjin's own, "arencha?"

Sungjin's eyes widened considerably and he quickly turned his face down to break the intense stare he had been forced into by Dowoon. "Wh—whaddya mean, Woon-ah?!" He gulped. Passed a hand through his fringe. "Jealous-a her fer what??"

Dowoon nonchalantly leaned one palm against the railing and bent and unbent the straw of his drink at a continuous tempo with the thumb of his other hand. "Fer takin Pirrie-hyung from'ya."

"She— she didn' take'im from me, that's ridiculous," Sungjin breathed out. A trickle of sweat made its way down from his temple and mixed with the trimmed hair of his sideburn.

"Then why isn' he here with'ya now?"

"He wants'ta hang with his other friends. What — ain' he allowed?"

"Yer an open book... Park — Sung — Jiiiiiiiiiin," Dowoon taunted him, and then he was slinking away down the stairs, one hand in his pocket, the other around his empty banana milk carton (from which he stubbornly continued to noisily sip traces of liquid).

Sungjin stood still a few seconds, then slumped into the wall with a remorseful exhale. "Yer right, Yoon Dowoon... The closer he gets'ta Son Chaeyoung..." His palm passed over his face to rid of the tension behind his eyes. "The further he gets away from me."

*

Wonpil sat in Chaeyoung's classroom, his book open but his mind closed to what it was trying to tell him. "Oppa... You should really tell him. Stop hiding from him, already!!"

Wonpil's sigh gave away his frustration. "I— feel like I should just give up. It's too hard to keep up this friendship without thinking about... thinking about how much I want something else out of it."

Chaeyoung assertively set her palms atop his and whined at him to listen. "That's exactly what I mean! And that's why you should just tell him it already!!!"

"S'not that easy," Wonpil groaned out, dramatically pushing his cheek into the desk and pouting deeply. It felt good to hang around with kids who were younger than him, sometimes — he could let himself go a little more than usual around them. Especially around someone as understanding as Chaeyoung. "You try confessing to Dowoonie, then, then you'll see," he muttered out, knowing the effect this statement would have on the younger girl.

Chaeyoung, at a loss for words, huffed and pinched at his longer fingers with her own. "Hmph.. Maybe I will, just to prove to you that it's not as hard as you think!"

"Maybe you'll what?!!" streamed into the room previously devoid of people besides the two friends. Younghyun appeared in the doorway, a goofy grin on his face. His hand was linked with the widely-smiling Jaehyung's, and the two cascaded in to find out what it was exactly that their junior was going to do.

"Ew, it's the love-blinded idiot oppas again," Chaeyoung joked, earning a laugh from Wonpil. "None of your business, Younghyunnie-oppa," she sweetly added, a sugary smile coating her lips.

"Eh, it probably wasn't worth asking about, anyway," Jaehyung chuckled out, bumping shoulders with his boyfriend. "Probably something about her confessing to worshipping Dowoonie or something haha!!"

Chaeyoung's expression grew sour, and she turned her crinkled-up nose away from the pair, as well as from the encouragingly-laughing Wonpil, with a huff. "You stupid boys are no fun, thinking oppas are made to make fun of their dongsaengs hmph..."

And thus Wonpil managed to laugh away the frustrations and conflicts gnawing at his chest throughout the duration of the lunch break.

*

Sungjin slumped over his desk, waiting for Wonpil to return to class following the lunch break. I wonder where he spends his lunch breaks, now... His head met the crook of his arm and he settled down into a semi-lying down position, half his body spread out over his desk. A sigh escaped him. Maybe Son Chaeyoung's classroom..?

Right at the moment his eyes were going to flutter shut, the long-awaited brunette appeared at the door to the classroom, followed by Jaehyung and Younghyun. All three were laughing at something Younghyun had just said. Sungjin felt his gut clench, his innards wrenching in and against themselves as if his body was physically protesting against his conflicted emotions. I miss laughing with him like that...

"Hey, Wonpil," he opted for, a soft exhale on his lips, the timidness of it all accented by the small finger-wave he ended with.

Wonpil turned to him, expression quickly becoming as if he had been caught guilty of a crime for some reason. "Ah..." he drew out, feet shuffling. "Hey, hyung." The corners of his mouth lifted a bit uncertainly, as if he wanted to say something else but was hesitant to do so. A shy tint of pink flashed into Sungjin's eyes around the area taken up by the brunette's cheekbones, but then Wonpil was turning back to retort to Jaehyung, who had called out something about his apparent lack of intelligence, and Sungjin was left wondering if he had just imagined it. His gut twisted even more, reaching for his heart and clenching it, too, as an afterthought. All aflutter in those confused feelings he had been noticing he had when it came to Wonpil recently, Sungjin did his best to calm himself for when the lesson would start and the object of his unsteady thoughts and heartbeat would be seated directly beside him. You've only ever felt this way when it came to your crushes, and even then, it was never this bad, his brain taunted him, and Sungjin stuffed his face fully into the crook of his arm with a groan. If only he could bury his thoughts somewhere they wouldn't bother him with things he obviously didn't want to believe were true...

*

"There's no night class, today. Let's go to the shopping center." Wonpil looked over to Sungjin, who already had his eyes trained on him. Their final lesson of the day had just ended, and Wonpil had been packing up his things so he could escape from Sungjin as quickly as he could... before he said or did something completely stupid or — even worse — something so blatantly obvious that even the ever-oblivious Park Sungjin would catch on.

Wonpil tripped on his tongue, then somehow managed to stutter out, "I—I'm— Sorry, I'm busy today, h—hyung... Maybe another ti—"

"Let me make myself clear," Sungjin interrupted him. "We're going to the shopping center right now."

Wonpil gulped back his nervous curses and instead briskly nodded and continued to pack up with jittery fingers and shaking eyes. "I— okay..."

The taxi ride to the shopping center was awkward at best, with both boys shuffling their feet and refusing to start up a conversation. Wonpil's mind roared in the silence, a whirlwind of useless information about how awkward he was and how embarrassed he was and how attractive Sungjin was (as fucking always) taking over his nerves, and he was too busy trying not to squirm in his seat to think of anything to talk about. As soon as the taxi stopped, he payed half the fare and jumped out of the car, finally making his overdue escape from the uncomfortable atmosphere he'd been trapped in only moments before. Sungjin followed a bit more slowly, as if he was brooding over something and was hesitant to act on it. Wonpil was too busy with his own volatile thoughts to pay Sungjin's any mind, however.

The taxi drove away, and Sungjin finally turned to Wonpil with an audible exhale. "Let's go to the music store, yeah?"

Wonpil nodded, loosening up a small bit. Music seemed like a comforting solace at the moment, especially since his fingers would be filling the tension-filled silence with beautiful sounds to distract him from his emotions. "Yeah."

They made their way into the building side by side. Sungjin's shoulder sometimes brushed against Wonpil's, sending mini shockwaves up his arm; it was enough to make the shorter boy shiver. "Ya cold?"

"No," Wonpil breathed out to Sungjin, who was looking at him with an unreadable expression.

"If ya get cold, lemme know."

"Okay."

The air was once more filled with tension. Their feet hit the grated flooring of the escalator and then they were going up. Sungjin shuffled slightly when they were a fourth of the way up and turned to Wonpil. "Wonpil... I have something to sa—"

He was cut off by the sudden stopping of the escalator, his nervous voice shifting into a surprised yelp. He was falling backwards, not having been holding onto the railing like the luckier Wonpil had been. Wonpil's entire body did a thrice-over and his arms burst into action. Before Sungjin's body could tilt backwards over the confines of an acute angle, Wonpil caught him in a tight hug, stabilizing the older boy on the step he was stood on. "H—hyung!! You have to be more careful!! You could have falle—!"

Wonpil's words cut off when he noticed how close they were to each other. Sungjin's eyes were wider than ever, the twinkling lights on the ceiling reflecting in their endless depths like stars taking over a night sky. The brunette's breath hitched — he went to look away, but then the escalator was moving, again, and Sungjin was balancing their wobbling bodies with a hand on the railing. "Thanks," Sungjin whispered out, a small grin on his lips. Wonpil felt the older boy's heartbeat hammering beneath his fingertips and his own escalated at the sensation of the erratical thump-thump on his hands.

"Sungjin-hyung—"

"It's you," the older breathed out. Wonpil was left at a loss.

"Eh?"

"I thought it was just me, at first... but it's def'ntely you."

They stepped off the escalator, and Wonpil's arms finally dropped from around his hyung. The pair's feet led them towards the music store, which stood two stores to the left of the escalator. Sungjin's arm uncharacteristically slid around Wonpil's shoulders. To say that Wonpil was confused would be an understatement. "Hyung," he bit around the flipping-out rhythm of his heart. "I don't think I understand..."

Sungjin remained silent. A few more steps, and they were standing in front of the door to the store. Sungjin's free arm reached outwards — the door drew open — and they strode in together, barely squeezing through. The cashier greeted them; both boys bowed with a polite "Annyeonghasseyo" in response. Sungjin led them to the back.

The store was devoid of people. In the back, the drums created an alcove to block them from the rest of the world, which made the space seem even more closed off from everyone. "We've never been here, before. We're usually in the front at the window," Wonpil breathed out, heart still a bit frantic and resonating its tension into his voice.

"I have some'n ta say to ya, taday," Sungjin responded, all frazzled satoori, all hushed. His lips grazed over the shell of Wonpil's ear and the brunette just barely held back his shudder. "Wan' only you ta hear't, so we're back 'ere."

"I see..." Wonpil willed himself to break away from the contact, pleaded with himself to move away from Sungjin before he did something he'd regret, but his body ended up betraying him. He leaned further into Sungjin's touch, seeped over into the fabric of his shirt, soaked into the warmth of his skin.

Sungjin sat them down on a bench, his arm still spread over Wonpil's shoulder. Wonpil leaned his head on Sungjin's forearm, and the older boy audibly sighed. He shifted so that Wonpil could more comfortably settle his head closer to the crook of his neck. Sungjin shivered. Wonpil felt himself flutter.

After a few moments of silence between them, made comfortable by the overhead-playing jazz music, Sungjin began to speak once more (this time, a bit more intelligibly than before). "Now, Wonpil. Ya know I'm one for less talkin', more provin' through sincerity, hand gestures." Wonpil hummed. "But this time, I can't do that. I don't wanna risk messin' anythin up. So ya gotta bear with me, yeah?" Wonpil hummed once more. Sungjin hesitated for the millionth time that day. Wonpil felt him tense up and positioned his head a bit lower so he could look up at his friend's face. Sungjin's grip on his shoulders tightened. "I like you." Sungjin's eyes sought Wonpil's and he rapidly fired out an adjoining, "But I understan' if ya wanna stay jus as friends! Yer prolly together with Son Chaeyoung, anyway..."

Wonpil's heart rattled in his chest. What... WHAT his brain shouted, all of his cells jumping out of their blocks and dashing, screaming all disorderly and chaotic, towards the fire exits. Sungjin was still looking at him expectantly, as if awaiting an answer. The only one Wonpil could provide at the moment was an unexpected rush of his face towards Sungjin's — Sungjin's eyes grew wider yet at the sudden action — followed by a firm adjoining of their lips.

Wonpil pulled away as soon as he landed, and he immediately missed the contact — but godDAMN was he flustered at the moment: so much so that his face was sensationally red, his breathing practically cut off by the hammering of his heart.

But then Sungjin was sighing out, turning and sliding his arm off of Wonpil's shoulders so that he could squish Wonpil's cheeks cutely between his palms and press a halting kiss to his lips. Wonpil's eyes closed, he felt another kiss meet his lips, and he was melting, melting more than ever before. His hands rose to slowly grip onto the collar of Sungjin's school uniform, softly, softly, and then he was the one deepening the contact, gently coming forward to pull at Sungjin's lips. The contact was awkward, sticky — but Wonpil couldn't bring himself to care. He was too far gone to care anymore. Sungjin was there, wanting him — no — needing him, and Wonpil was out for grabs on anything he could get.

After a few more sloppy tugs from his lips and tilting heads with noses uncomfortably knocking together (with giggles from Wonpil spread throughout and in-between), a sound of protest pushed itself out of Sungjin's throat, and his hands moved to Wonpil's shoulders to push the younger boy away from him. Wonpil gave a whine of his own protest at this action. Sungjin's shifting eyes shushed him, though. "W—wait..." Sungjin breathed out. "I— I need practice..."

Wonpil couldn't help but laugh. His mouth spread in pleasure as he burst into a mad fit of guffaws at the sheer stupidity of Sungjin's words.

Sungjin stared at the floor now, visibly flustered by being laughed at so openly. "Y—yah!" he muttered out. "Stop laughin'— s'not... S'not funny!!"

Wonpil's laughter soon ended, and he swung his leg over the seat so he could face Sungjin more or less head-on. "Then get your practice now, silly." His smiling lips pushed forward with his fingers, mouth meeting Sungjin's and digits latching onto the back of his sweetly-sighing hyung's neck, and Wonpil was sure this was the happiest his day could've ended by a large stretch.

***

Oof, and that's it for now haha 😆 hope it's not too terrible lololol

As this is my first time writing about the M/V trilogy, I'm making an extra chapter after this for sungpil fic recs on wattpad that are about the M/Vs or take ideas from the trilogy Yayaya!!! All of them are so SOoooo worth checking out, hope you guys support those amazing writers! <3

May your day/night be amazingAmazingAMAzing!!! uwu

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