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ken/leo, falling

pairing: ken/leo rating: g wordcount: 2380w summary: jaehwan wants mistletoe kissing; taekwoon is oblivious (or maybe not). also on ao3!

#vixx #keo #taekhwan #r:g

I cant stop thinking about this idea of cisgirl jaehwan getting a strap on and coaxing his reluctantly willing boyfriend wonshik into it... wonshik is so whipped for her anyway hed do anything with the right convincing ahsbdhsjb this prompt is so nasty im sorry

hi!! first of all thank you for liking my stuff enough to send me a prompt, it means a lot ;; sadly i’m not really comfortable about writing genderbend fic so i can’t write this for you - i’m sorry! i hope you have a good day ♡

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ken/hyuk/hongbin, company

pairing: ken/hyuk/hongbin rating: nc-17 wordcount: 1125w summary: a rated movie gets hongbin a little too hot; sanghyuk wants to do something about it. notes: based on a fanaccount of hyukenbin watching the movie "the treacherous" (trailer here) with gongchan at the theather~ for nabs! ♡ also on ao3!

#vixx #kenbin #hyukbin #hyuken #hyukenbin #r:nc17

misc vixx drabbles

#1, ken/ravi, g, ~150w. prompt: touchy jaehwan wonders what it means. he wonders what it means when wonshik takes his hand into his own, tracing the irregular life line with his index. wonders what wonshik really wants to say when he lets his head fall on jaehwan's shoulder in the van, pretending he's fast asleep (jaehwan knows very well that he isn't). he asks himself if there's a meaning to wonshik's thumb gently stroking his skin whenever they're too close, if there's something more than just a need for contact in the way he plays with his hair sometimes. he wonders if the little kisses to his neck (it doesn't happen all that much, but they're there) could mean something, something alike to that warm feeling that wonshik gives him whenever they touch. he hopes that wonshik tells him with words one day, but it's okay for now -- for now, those little touches are all that he needs.

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#2, n/jisoo, pg, ~160w. prompt: late night comforts "we broke up" hakyeon cries into the receiver, and jisoo can tell from the tone that he must be trembling. it takes less than half an hour for him to reach hakyeon's little rented room in the suburbs, palms sweaty and still wearing his pajama bottoms; only a few seconds is what it takes for hakyeon's arms to wrap around his neck, for hakyeon's mouth to find his own in a desperate, wordless pleading. "please," he whines, warm fingers snaking under jisoo's shirt, and jisoo feels the pits of his stomach burn, his head dizzying up, knowing too well that this is the only comfort that he can really give him. and as hakyeon lets himself fall down on the little, cheap motel bed he knows that he isn't doing this just for hakyeon -- knows that these hungry kisses and choked moans are as much of him as he can get, and hates himself for taking it.

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#3, n/ken, pg, ~240w. prompt: i wish i could hate you he's drowning into another drink when he sees him make his way into the crowd, the sight of that unmistakable profile that he had grown to adore feeling like a punch straight to his gut. he fills another glass to the rim and gulps it down, the feeling of the rosy liquid running down his throat dulling his senses a little bit more. it's the first time he sees jaehwan since they broke up and it feels terrifying, that cheerful, somewhat flirty expression painted on his face making him want to puke. i must be the only one who cared, he tells himself as he downs another glass of that weirdly sweet cocktail he's been drinking for the last hour. and before he's able to realize -- it must be the alcohol -- jaehwan is in front of him, offering him a glass of water. "you shouldn't drink too much," he says, a knowing but sad smile, "you get sad when you drink, remember?" he leaves the glass in hakyeon's hand and leans in to kiss him on the cheek -- the feeling of his soft mouth, of his warm breath, still familiar in ways that hurt him. "please look after yourself," he caresses his head and then goes, not looking behind. he looks at his figure growing farther and farther and feels a sense of loss bigger than he's ever known. and he wishes he could hate him -- but he can't.

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#4, leo/hyuk, pg-13, ~190w. prompt: you're so pretty when you're mad "stop calling me old", taekwoon hisses, fixing his eyes on hyuk as menacingly as he can. "it's point one: disrespectful," he says, his feeble voice making his words sound nowhere as threatening as he wishes they were. "point two: completely untrue, as i am barely in my mid-twentie-" his speech is interrupted by sanghyuk's lips on his own, still open in a mid-sentence 'o' shape. he lets sanghyuk work his tongue into his mouth, lets him sit on his lap, voluptuous thighs straddling his sides. he feels himself melt into sanghyuk's kiss, into sanghyuk's arms wrapped around his neck, warm and safe enough to almost make him forget about his petty anger. "what was this for?" he asks when sanghyuk breaks away, voice nothing but a whisper. "it's just," sanghyuk bites his lower lip, looking down. "you just look so pretty when you're mad." taekwoon feels the embarrassment rush to his cheeks, and wishes he could hide somewhere, anywhere, but sanghyuk won't allow any of it. he mouths against his neck and whispers a sultry "let's go to bed," and taekwoon feels himself get hot down to the tip of his hair.

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#5, n/wongeun, g, ~150w. prompt: first times wongeun was there to hold his hand through his first rollercoaster ride, hands slightly bigger than his own and so comforting, fingers intertwining with his whenever he felt hakyeon tremble. he saw him get drunk for the first time -- at home, because wongeun couldn't go to bars yet, and led him to the bathroom when he was too intoxicated to walk straight. he was there for his first breakup, with booze and warm, comforting words that somehow left a sour taste in his mouth. it was then that he kissed a man for the first time, when he kissed his best friend of years -- and everything seemed to fall into place, like pieces of an old puzzle he thought he'd lost. it was soft and warm and all kinds of right, and for the first time -- for the first time hakyeon felt like he truly belonged with someone.

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#6, leo/hyuk, g, ~210w. prompt: sore loser "you're so cheating," taekwoon says spiteful, that one vein in his forehead visibly bulging out. "relax, grandpa," sanghyuk doesn't even need to tear his eyes away from the monitor for his words to hit taekwoon like daggers, the ones used by his video game character, sharp and jeering. "you can't even cheat at this game." "whatever," taekwoon tries to drop it, face red as a tomato and eyebrows furrowed in what seems to be extreme concentration. "i'm gonna kick your ass this time." sanghyuk chuckles, hands fiddling with the controller and a grin on his face. "we'll see." three hours and a dozen re-matches later ("just another one, sanghyuk! i'm gonna win, i can feel it in my fucking bones!"), taekwoon is splayed on the armchair, head between his hands and little feet stomping on the ground. "just another one!" he whines, words dripping with an exasperation so deep that it almost feels ridiculous. "fine, gramps," sanghyuk sighs, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position on the floor. "just promise you will stop throwing the controller on the floor," he whines, resigned. "or else i'll make you pay for it." "yeah, yeah. i told you," taekwoon says, getting his controller back from the floor. "i'm gonna win this time." (sanghyuk lets him.)

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#7, n-centric, g, ~120w. prompt: xxxholic au "what is it that you wish for?" hakyeon asks dryly, his figure majestic despite his average height. his body is clad in a multitude of colored robes that make him look much more menacing than he really is, an average height, skinny builded man. "and will you be able to pay the price?" he muses, more to himself than to his interlocutor, voice sweet as honey yet weirdly unnerving. "it's a deal then," he says, then walks to a cloth bag slumped in a corner, checking its contents; he lets his long nails painted in a crimson shade tap rhythmically on the hardwood floor. he gets up, so elegant it looks like a ballet move, and walks towards his client. "let your wish be granted."

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#8, ken/ravi, g, ~430w. prompt: one of them is a spirit (and the other can see them) jaehwan has been able to see spirits since he was six. faeries, ghosts, kelpies, rain spirits — thousands of them, going about their daily life in the middle of unknowing humans — and he learned to keep his mouth shut about it before he even learned how to read. it’s a lot harder to act like he can’t see them when they come to him, some asking him for favors, others for his soul (those are a little harder to deal with, but jaehwan has learned with time). his outgoing temperament would have made him a people person if it wasn’t for his gift, and he had learned to accept it bit by bit, preferring the company of little pixies to the one of bigoted and wary humans. it’s on a day in spring that he first sees him, a day in the last spring of his teens; he’s silent, sitting by a little pond, not seeming to acknowledge jaehwan at all. he sees him again a few weeks later, sat significantly closer to him, playing with a little leaf. “hi,” jaehwan tries, bright and hopeful, but to no avail. he doesn’t speak back to him the next few times either, but jaehwan knows better than to quit. “what do you want from me?” is the first thing that he — wonshik — tells him on a summer day, voice rougher than he thought it’d be. “i just wanted to talk to you,” jaehwan says, all smiles and no signs of fear, and places his hand on top of wonshik’s. it’s warm just like his own, and if jaehwan didn’t know better, he’d think that he was human. wonshik doesn't move so jaehwan stays, talking to him without a reply until wonshik’s head falls on his shoulder, his eyes closed. they stay like that every day, summer to autumn to winter, for years and years; wonshik talks back now — talks a lot, actually — and jaehwan finds solace in his company, in his gaze, in the way his eyes crinkle a little bit when he laughs. it’s in the last winter of his twenties that jaehwan realizes that he loves him, loves wonshik in a burning, absolute way that he’d never felt with humans. “i love you too” is what wonshik replies with, eyes full of warmth and mouth full of wonders, kissing him for what feel like years. and as the winter breeze runs through his hair just like wonshik’s fingers, jaehwan thinks that he wouldn’t change his life for anyone else’s — not now that he has wonshik. not anymore.

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#9, n/hongbin, g, ~120w. prompt: snapshots his hands run through the countless rolls of film, the faded negatives, some messy snap-shots that didn't turn out the way hongbin wanted. even what hongbin thought of as imperfect works are beautiful to hakyeon, so beautiful he feels tears pile up at the corner of his eyes. he's the model of most of these photographs -- him on the beach, his face half blacked out because of bad lightning; a close up of his hands while he's playing the piano, a little out of focus yet so moving it makes hakyeon cry. it's those little snap-shots, those faded photographs that he's left with; the only witnesses of hongbin's love for him, the only thing that's left now that he's gone.

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#10, ken/hyuk, pg, ~60w. prompt: member a tying a necklace made of thorns around member b's neck "isn't this gonna hurt?" jaehwan asks, his big doe eyes wide with concern. he ties the thorns into yet another knot around sanghyuk's neck, a little droplet of blood forming on his index finger without him even realizing. sanghyuk just chuckles. "it might," he smiles with a hint of malice, taking jaehwan's finger to his lips, "but i like it when it does."

#vixx #hakyeon #kenvi #hyuken #haken #leohyuk #taekhyuk #nbin #chabin #raken #r:g #r:pg #r:pg13

n/hyuk, drabble collection

#1, g, ~260w. prompt: hakyeon likes giving dance tips to sanghyuk it isn't until hakyeon's hands are settled on his sides, guiding him through a particularly difficult dance routine, that sanghyuk realizes that he's fallen. hard. and that might be why - maybe, a little bit - his eyes always fall on hakyeon when they're rehearsing, why he seems to magically trip on his own feet whenever hakyeon is around, why he can't even memorize the most simple of routines anymore. it's because his mind is too occupied by hakyeon - and he hates it. he hates the concerned looks he gets from taekwoon, the snide remarks hongbin throws at him whenever he's around, the little pats on his back wonshik gives him to remind him that he's not doing the right thing. he hates the way hakyeon looks at him during breaks, the soft voice he approaches him with, the "do you want me to practice with you later?" he hates that, but he can't say no. can't say no to the hands on his hips, on his sides; to the warm breaths on his neck that make his head buzz. he wonders if hakyeon knows. he's sure he doesn't, but he's still angry at him. "did you get this?" "uh?" hakyeon's face softens, a warm smile curving his lips. "can you do this by yourself?" "yeah, i..." "let's meet again tomorrow," he says, placing a hand on sanghyuk's shoulder. his palms are warm and sweaty, but it feels comforting. sanghyuk nods, the anger pooled in his stomach slowly melting away, giving place to something that feels more like uncertainty. tomorrow. it'll be okay tomorrow.

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#2, g, ~130w. prompt: hakyeon as hyuk's fansite master "he really did that," hakyeon yells, wiping the sweat on his forehead with jaehwan's handkerchief (the pink one with a lee hongbin fan art embroidered, his favorite). "he looked right into my camera and fucking smiled! i got it all on tape!" he neck chops an unresponsive jaehwan, too busy uploading preview shots of hongbin on his fansite twitter to pay attention to his dying friend. "do you think he remembers me?" hakyeon frets, his voice a panicked yell. "from the mention party?" "of course," jaehwan says, "you are like, his only fan." that earns jaehwan a massive blow to the head, and a year-long ban from the festival venue for the both of them, but hakyeon doesn't regret it. "no one makes fun of my baby like that."

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#3, g, ~280w. prompt: cheek kisses it's not that sanghyuk dislikes physical affection - he doesn't mind it when his fingers brush with someone else's, nor when he's pulled into a strong embrace, bodies close enough that he can feel both heartbeats. it's not that he dislikes hakyeon - it's quite the opposite, really; he loves the way his body moves to the music, something elegant and almost catlike to his movements. likes the way his ears go red when he gets a little bit shy, hands going to his face to try and cool it down like a makeshift fan. he likes it when they're at the dorm alone and hakyeon doesn't have to tiptoe before knocking at his door, jumping onto him as soon as he's inside. it's not that he's ashamed of him, not at all - he's just not used to it yet, not used to hakyeon's feet nudging his under the table, not used to the little pet names hakyeon would use for him in public. he's not used to the feeling of hakyeon's lips agains his skin, warm and soft and with a faint scent of strawberries. they make his face heat up and his stomach churn in the sweetest of ways, and he feels small and stupid, like hakyeon is too much for him and he doesn't know what to do. it's worse when he does it in front of others - those shy, sweet little kisses almost feeling like a punishment. sanghyuk tries to take the lead when they're alone, takes hakyeon's face into his hands and peppers it with kisses, the way he wants to do in front of others but is too scared to just yet.

#vixx #hakyeon #sanghyuk #nhyuk #chasang #r:g

ken/leo, you make my heart shake

pairing: ken/leo, side ravi/hongbin rating: pg wordcount: 5641w summary: jaehwan has the biggest crush of his life. taekwoon is oblivious. hongbin and wonshik? well, they're here to help. also on ao3!

"he's so hot," jaehwan whispers with a sigh, eyes loaded with the same amount of dreamy that's oozing from his words. "you said that at least ten times in the past thirty minutes," wonshik slumps his back against the bench, visibly exhausted. "we get it, he's hot. now what?" "he's not even that hot, if you ask me," hongbin chimes in, and both jaehwan and wonshik roll their eyes in unison. hongbin's the kind of friend who's always on your case with his unhelpful opinions and snide remarks, not to mention an exceptionally sharp tongue to boot. jaehwan loves him. "shut up, hongbin. you have shit taste anyway." wonshik's the one that comes to the rescue, always trying to lift jaehwan up (albeit his manners can be debatable at times) and to tear hongbin apart. they're always bickering, those two, and jaehwan is sure that he'll see them fall in love one day. and get married, probably. they look like they're into that kind of heterosexual shit. "fuck off." "you fuck off, lee hongbin!" "can you two stop flirting and just talk about how hot he is?" jaehwan scoffs, accompanying hongbin's outraged "flirting? i would never flirt with this caveman!" with an exaggerated eyeroll. "he's like, the hottest guy i've ever seen," jaehwan says, determined to ignore his best friends' lame bickering to focus on dying over his crush. "he's sooo dreamy. and sweet. and perfect." he sighs yet another time, hands cupped around his face, looking at the boys running about in the soccer field until he's singled one of them out. the most unique, the most handsome, the best player. "you don't even know him!" "i bumped into him in the hallway one time," jaehwan can tell by the way hongbin is elbowing wonsik that they're making fun of him, but he doesn't care. he's gonna pay them back tenfold when they'll finally start dating. "he was so nice! he asked me if i was okay and his voice was like," he pauses for a second, cursing at the other team's lineman who just sneaked them a goal. "what was it like," wonshik asks, voice deep with concern. it's as if he's talking to some small, weird animal that could bite his nose off at any moment instead of his best friend. "it was like a flock of birds singing for my ears only," jaehwan finally says, accompanying his words with the umpteenth hummed sigh. "oh my god. oh my god. oh my god." wonshik rattles the words off like a mantra, looking dead in the eyes. he'd make a shitty actor, jaehwan thinks, but a rather charming boyfriend. hongbin's gonna be so lucky. "he's gone, wonshik, let him be." "i can't believe we lost our best friend to a dumb football player." wonshik brings a hand to his face, shaking his head off as if he'd been crying. "you mean exceptionally handsome." "yeah, whatever."

jaehwan is too absorbed into his talks with hongbin to notice what's going on next to him; he notices hongbin's gaping eyes first, his head nodding to the side, telling him to turn around. next to him, taekwoon is checking his phone, sitting with his legs spread out; so long they occupy several steps. jaehwan swallows, heart drumming loud in his chest. then taekwoon puts his phone away, looks right at him. he smiles. "hi." "ah... hi." "i always see you guys at the games," he says, chewing on his bottom lip a little. jaehwan is about to die. he looks so cute like that, casual clothes that fit him better than any uniform could do, his cute, full lips just a few inches away from jaehwan's reach. he mentally shakes his head. he really needs to collect himself. "you see... us?" not the other way around? "you guys are always so enthusiastic," he says, laughing. his laugh is so beautiful, changes up his features completely; he looks younger than his 19 years, young and soft and jaehwan wants to wrap his arms around him. "my eyes naturally fall on you when i look to the bleachers." "wow," hongbin says, filling in the gap when jaehwan should've replied. "you know, this guy is really into soccer," hongbin continues, pushing jaehwan a bit closer to taekwoon. "you should probably teach him, you know, some stuff." "w-what... no..." jaehwan is sure that his cheeks and ears and whole body are on fire by now, and all he wants is to disappear. also kiss taekwoon, but that doesn't seem like a good idea. "sure," taekwoon chuckles, and jaehwan thinks that this is the luckiest day of his whole life. "i actually think i know you?" taekwoon says, voice humming low and tentative. "aren't you from class 1-B?" "y-yeah..." "jae... um... jaehwan?" he says, biting his bottom lip. "r-right..." jaehwan would've died on the spot if it wasn't for hongbin sternly elbowing him in the back. it feels like a "you fucking sly fox, leaving me to be a candle again!" "good." taekwoon smiles, a little lick of lips that could be read as nervousness. "shall we go?"

"i told you i was gonna kick your ass!" "come on!" jaehwan whines in the most theatrical way, flailing his controller around and pouting. "it's not fair, i don't have this game home and you're more trained than i am and i-" the words die in his throat the moment he registers just how close taekwoon's face is to his own, so close he can feel his breath on him for a moment. he's staring at him - why is he staring at him? - and jaehwan just can't take his eyes off of taekwoon's face, off of those perfectly long lashes that flutter right back at him. he can hear his heartbeat drum loud and clear in his ears and he wonders if for taekwoon is the same, if he can hear it too and if he'll make fun of him for it. taekwoon's hand is on his shoulder (he's touching him! why is he touching him?) and before he realizes what's going on their lips meet in a sweet, chaste kiss that sends tingles through his whole body. taekwoon's giddy smile after they part quickly fades away, a little frown taking its place. "i... i'm sorry," he says, voice so soft jaehwan thinks he's imagining it. "was that too fast? maybe i misunderstood everything, ah, i'm so stupid..." jaehwan can't believe that this is happening, can't believe that taekwoon is apologizing to him for real, that he kissed him and that his lips felt so cool and soft on his own and- "no," he says, tugging at taekwoon's sleeve. he chews on his lower lip, a wave of embarrassment hitting him at full speed. "you didn't misunderstand," he starts, looking anywhere but at taekwoon's face. "i was just surprised." he gives himself some courage (his inner hongbin voice is pretty much fed up with him at this point, spitting out curse words that jaehwan didn't even know existed) and looks up at taekwoon only to see him smile; a shy, content smile that makes his heart skip a beat. "does that mean that you like me too?" he asks, fiddling nervously with the fabric of his shirt. he looks so cute like that, shy and vulnerable in ways that jaehwan never thought taekwoon could be, and all jaehwan wants to do is eat him up like a serving of ice cream. "what do you mean i like you too?" jaehwan laughs - it's really all he can do now - and elbows taekwoon in the knee. "of course i like you. i've been liking you from afar for ages." taekwoon's face is several shades of red at this point, and it makes jaehwan giggle and blush in return. "my best friends are tired of me gushing over you all the time! they're gonna be so happy to know that-" he bites his lips, overwhelmed by a sudden rush of emotions. "you... you like me. because you do, right?" taekwoon's expression softens, the edges of his mouth curving into a sweet, fond smile. "i do. like... a lot." "how much is a lot?" jaehwan asks jokingly, feeling silly yet high from whatever's happening - from taekwoon's fingers threading into his hair, from his mouth so close to his he can almost taste it. "a lot is a lot." taekwoon says when they part, licking his lips in what jaehwan knows it's an habit, yet still manages to make him blush. "a lot is not enough if you don't let me win at mario kart!" "hmm," taekwoon says with a grin, "i'm gonna save that for when we're married."

"i'm gonna kick your ass again!" taekwoon says, settling into a blue kart next to jaehwan's pink one. "i wouldn't bet on it!" jaehwan sticks his tongue out at him, feigning offense. it's a sunny may afternoon and jaehwan's heart is beating louder than ever as he crashes his kart against the rail, taekwoon speeding past him with a grin. "told you i was gonna destroy you!" "you're a cheat," jaehwan says as he gets off his kart, sporting the most ridiculously angry pout that a guy can manage. "it's just not human. it's not normal for someone to win a race five times in a row." "it actually is, when your boyfriend's a dweeb." jaehwan doesn't even try to protest, too stunned by the fact that taekwoon! called me! his boyfriend! to do anything about the offense. "what is it?" taekwoon asks meekly, pink lips slightly parted and pretty eyes set on jaehwan - jaehwan who's full-on panicking now, hands shaky and heart leaping out of his chest. "b-b-b-" he stutters, a bony little finger pointing towards himself. "boyfriend?" taekwoon's gaze falters; he looks so much younger now, pitch black bangs getting in the way of his eyes and thin lips cracked. he chews a little bit on his lower lip, and jaehwan makes a mental note of buying him a chapstick. "aren't we... i mean," he hesitates, voice low and insecure. "am i going too fast again?" the hurt he sees in taekwoon's eyes makes jaehwan's heart break a little bit and he feels guilty, even though he wants that as much as taekwoon does - if not more. "no, i..." he can't help but smile, smile so hard his lips hurt like hell ("when will you drop that gross habit of yours," hongbin tells him every other day, "no one's gonna want to kiss a guy who rips his own lips open!") but he doesn't care. taekwoon is here right now, with him - and that's all that matters. "i want to be your," he hesitates, the mere thought of that word setting his stomach aflame. "i want to be your boyfriend." he keeps his eyes low, too embarrassed to face taekwoon just yet. "i was just overwhelmed. i like you so much..." he's not prepared to the feeling of taekwoon's arms wrapping around his middle, nor to the way his soft cheeks feel against his own, but he can't complain. so he lets taekwoon cup his face between his hands and his eyes fall shut, their lips meeting in the sweetest of ways. "i like you more." jaehwan doesn't think that's possible, but he decides to let his cute boyfriend ("stop giggling, you stupid!", that's what hongbin would say) win this one time.

"he's so hot," jaehwan whispers with a sigh, his big dreamy eyes set on the crowded field. "oh god, jaehwan, we know," hongbin sighs, accompanying his words with an eyeroll way more dramatic than needed. "it's been months now, it's time to drop it." "leave him alone, lee hongrinch!" "hongrinch! that's a new one!" jaehwan bursts into a fit of laughter, clapping his hands together and against his legs alternately. "this calls for a high five," wonshik gives him a high five then a fistbump, followed by a routine of ridiculous gestures that only makes hongbin's eyes roll even further to the back of his head. "i hate you both." "sure you do, princess," wonshik gives a little affectionate ruffle to hongbin's hair and hongbin finally stops talking, his cheeks tinted with streaks of purple. jaehwan smiles and hongbin looks at him with a very telling glare, one of those that could murder if only looks had that kind of power. "why are you looking at me? your jung taekwoon is in the game!" "you don't wanna miss his strong leg like ronaldo scoring a goal, do you?" jaehwan throws a ball of paper at his laughing friends, scoffing. as much as he wants to shut them up, he really doesn't want to miss a second of taekwoon's playing. he eyes him from afar, those long legs and pitch black mane that he would recognize anywhere, and still can't believe that he's dating that guy. he looks perfect from up there, his slender frame running about in the field, and when he gets a pass from his teammate jaehwan just starts yelling. "that's my boyfriend! that guy!" he yells to the second year girls next to him, both seeming shocked by his yelling but rather unimpressed with the news. "oh my god, he's gonna score!" and he does, boy if he does! he kicks the ball with the heel of his foot - jaehwan holds his breath in because he doesn't think he can make it - and it's a goal! he stands up with a jump, clapping furiously and yelling "i'm dating that guy!" to everyone in sight, his best friends staring at him with concern. "he's gone," hongbin says with an eyeroll. "he's gone," wonshik repeats. "let him be."

#vixx #jaehwan #taekwoon #keo #rabin #r:pg

n/hyuk, it's a love story (baby just say yes)

pairing: n/hyuk rating: g wordcount: 549w summary: or "cha hakyeon's desperate marriage proposals" written for the vixx three sentence ficathon round 2

#vixx #hakyeon #hyuk #nhyuk #chasang #chahyuk #r:g

ken/hyuk, drabble collection

jaehwan huffs, sending another blow of hot air into the stuffy kitchen cubicle. it's hot, so hot that he has to wipe the sweat (or is that condensed water?) from his forehead every other minute or so. "i hate cooking", he whined the night before, pouting and stomping his feet like a little kid. that usually let him off the hook, but not with sanghyuk, not with his boyfriend - that word still felt weird on his tongue, almost foreign, but jaehwan liked the taste of it. "come on, it's your turn today," sanghyuk chimed, letting his hands fall on jaehwan's sides, hands too big for jaehwan's liking. that always got jaehwan weak somehow, that and sanghyuk's cheeky smile and his mouth on his neck and- lean, familiar arms swung around his middle. jaehwan shuffles a bit, embarrassed at the sudden contact. "i'm cooking." he puts on his serious, collected voice. sanghyuk chuckles in return, and he's pretty sure that didn't work. "you know i hate back hugs," jaehwan says, sporting a graceful pout, while fiddling with the stuff in the pan. he reaches to touch it with his finger; it burns. "ouch." he feels sanghyuk's body shift a little against him, head hovering above his shoulders. "that's what you get for being a liar," he says, and jaehwan can feel sanghyuk's breath tickle his neck, "liars go to hell." that's when he sees sanghyuk taking the injured finger into his mouth, and he freezes. it feels hot, sanghyuk's tongue and the steam from the pot and his sweaty palms, hotter when sanghyuk starts circling his tongue around his digit. "this is how i want to suck your dick," jaehwan squirms, damp bangs sticking to his face, "hyung." "shut up," jaehwan laughs, trying to think about the expected cooking time of those steamed buns. it's a little hard to focus with sanghyuk's soft, warm mouth on his neck, leaving wet and impatient kisses - but jaehwan tries. or does he? whose are those little moans ringing in his ears? and when did his shirt come off? he rolls his eyes, sighs, then breaks himself from sanghyuk's arms, facing him. "i'm not letting you fuck me on the kichen counter," it's hard not to laugh, as soaked and hard and light-headed as he is. "and you're gonna have to wait wait til dinner's ready," he says, and sanghyuk's unhappy groan has him chuckling. "fine."

"can i still hug you while you cook?" sanghyuk's voice is whiny as he tucks his chin into jaehwan's shoulder. "you're already doing that," jaehwan laughs, trying to escape from sanghyuk's tickling claws. maybe he should start cooking a little more often from now on.

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#2, pg, ~100w. prompt: call me hyung.

warm - that's how he feels the first time jaehwan does that, grinning like a kid in a packed waiting room. his cheeks are scorching hot and he can't figure out why, so he just laughs it out.

the second time it's between sheets, sanghyuk's voice barely a whisper, his head pulsating from shame and a billion other things. "you want me to call you... hyung?" jaehwan raises an eyebrow at that last word, cheeky like only he can be. "i can do that. hyung~" sanghyuk buries his head into the pillow, chuckling. "now you're gonna have to call me that when you're begging."

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#3, ~190w, g. prompt: jaehwanie nosie.

"i told you to stop calling me that," jaehwan says but doesn't move, his little frown getting softer by the second. sanghyuk's looking into his eyes, a long, bony finger pressed onto the tip of jaehwan's nose in what sanghyuk calls "his favorite display of affection". he chuckles, nose scrunched in that unmatched, adorable way that, even after years of knowing him, makes jaehwan's heart beat all the same. "jaehwanie," he says again, voice sweet, a playful glint in his crinkled eyes. "you're so cute when you play shy." jaehwan knows his ears are burning, that his face is probably pinker than his lips by now. "i hate you." sanghyuk swirls his finger around, letting it drop and fall onto jaehwan's skin every now and then, subtly, as if by accident. "you don't." "i don't," he admits reluctantly, eyes lazily following the imaginary trail left in front of him by sanghyuk's fingertips. "but if you do that one more time, i'm gonna bite your finger off." sanghyuk stops his finger mid-air, curls his lips in thought, then smiles. "now you just make me want to do it more."

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#4, ~110w, g. prompt: first kiss.

wet. wet is how sanghyuk would describe it, wet and weird and not really all that pleasant. their noses kept bumping and they clashed teeth once or twice, and sanghyuk is sure his breath smelt bad and that jaehwan noticed. warm, that's what jaehwan would say if you'd ask him about their first kiss. he'd say that sanghyuk's hands were trembling on his shoulders, but he didn't know how to stop it; he'd tell them about how timid the touch of sanghyuk's tongue was against his bottom lip, unsure about what to do next. it was the first, shy and messy and unprepared; but first of many, better ones.

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#5, w, ~190pg. prompt: “you make me uncomfortable” “In a sexual tension kind of way?” “in a ‘stop mentioning threesomes’ kind of way.”

"say," sanghyuk goes, chewing on piece of gum, "if you had to pick two guys from our floor to have a spicy threesome with," he continues, proceeding to chew on his nail instead, "would i be a choice?" "i would not have a spicy threesome with anybody in this whole dorm, sanghyuk," jaehwan retorts, slamming his mickey coffee mug on the desk. "stop trying to make me uncomfortable." sanghyuk looks lost in thought for a bit, eyes vacuous like the ones of a goldfish. "why do i make you uncomfortable?" he asks, a mischievous grin on his boyish face. "is it because of all this sexual tension in the air?" jaehwan takes his eyes off his chemistry book, only to theatrically roll them. "it's not the sexual tension," he takes his glasses off, massaging the bridge of his nose with a thumb. "i got used to that a while ago." sanghyuk blushes to the tip of his ears, feeling the grin on his face go out, his throat suddenly too dry to say a word. "just stop mentioning threesomes and ask me out already!"

#vixx #hyuk #jaehwan #hyuken #r:g #r:pg #r:pg13

ken/hyuk, sweet rendezvous

pairing: ken/hyuk rating: nc-17 wordcount: 809w summary: sanghyuk makes a weird request in his pizza delivery order - but his delivery guy doesn't seem to mind.

they started making out at the door and somehow stumbled into a half-empty can of cola on their way to the living room, spilling it on the floor. jaehwan - the delivery guy - left the pizza on the microwave (“you're gonna need to heat it up later, trust me”) and then literally jumped him, making him land on the couch. he kisses like a beast, urgent and fiery and somewhat hungry, like sanghyuk's mouth is delicious and he hasn’t eaten in days. his hands are just as urgent as his kisses, sliding under sanghyuk’s shirt to play with his nipples, and he chuckles when he feels sanghyuk moan a little into his mouth. he lets his hips grind against his crotch every now and then, the feeling of sanghyuk’s hardening cock against him making him moan in anticipation. his hands are quick to find sanghyuk’s zipper, even quicker to wrap around his thick cock, freeing it from way too many layers of clothing. he starts pumping it with his right hand, other hand playing with his balls, and gives a tentative lick at the slit, making sanghyuk’s thighs visibly tremble. he helps sanghyuk take his pants and boxers off, then settles on the floor, in between his legs, leaving little kisses to the tip of sanghyuk’s cock. sanghyuk lets out a choked moan when jaehwan takes the head inside his mouth, flicking his tongue against the slit every other second. he starts stroking it with his hands while sucking on sanghyuk’s balls, licking them and then taking them inside, one at the time. sanghyuk’s eyes are closed in a haze, fingers lightly wrapped into jaehwan’s hair while jaehwan works his mouth around him, making him twitch and moan. jaehwan takes sanghyuk’s cock out, teasing it with his fingers, just to take it in deeper, smiling at the feeling of sanghyuk’s thighs trembling beside him. he lets sanghyuk's cock slide out of his mouth with an obscene pop and takes it into his hand, rubbing the slit with his thumb. he looks up at sanghyuk with half-lidded eyes, lips glistening with spit and sticky with precum. his cheeks are red and he looks straight out of a porno, still in his pizza hut shirt and all that. “i’m gonna take it all in,” jaehwan says, voice but a cheeky whisper, deep throating his cock without breaking eye contact. “fuck, i’m gonna come!” sanghyuk shudders, letting out a grunt whenever his cock hits the back of jaehwan’s throat, moaning whenever jaehwan’s tongue flicks against the slit oh so perfectly. it's then that sanghyuk starts thrusting into jaehwan’s mouth, desperate and relentless, the grip on jaehwan’s hair so tight it starts to hurt. he comes with a moan so delicious it completely fills jaehwan’s ears, ass barely on the couch, jaehwan’s fingernails dug into it. jaehwan is a swallow kind of guy so he takes it in, then crawls into sanghyuk’s lap to let him have a taste, slow kisses that are both sweet and sour.

#vixx #hyuk #jaehwan #hyuken #r:nc17

n/everyone, warmth

pairing: n/everyone rating: pg wordcount: 863w summary: cuddling, for #HAPPYNDAY

#vixx #neo #haken #navi #wonyeon #nbin #chabean #chasang #nhyuk #r:pg #happynday

ken/ravi, what happened last night

pairing: ken/ravi rating: pg wordcount: 798w summary: there's someone following wonshik to his house... written for the vixx three sentence ficathon round 2

it isn't until he's a few blocks away from his house that wonshik realizes that he's being followed. it makes the little thin hairs at the back of his neck stand straight, his stride get more urgent. hell, he even tries to run at some point -- but the stranger doesn't seem to care, limping behind him at a weirdly swift pace. by the time he reaches his neighborhood, he's scared shitless, trembling fingers fiddling with the keys in the front pocket of his jeans. he doesn't even have the heart to take a peek at the man - the thing? - behind his shoulders, too scared of the possibility of it having caught up to his pace. the sight of the chromed front door of his apartment building makes his heart speed up, and he jumps inside belly first, like a little kid leaping into the water. he closes the door with a thud (mentally curses himself, knowing that the landlord - a harsh, childless old lady - would attribute that 2am racket to him, the only young man in the palace) and takes a deep breath, heading towards the stairs. it's then that he sees him -- a young man around his age standing next to the front door, warm eyes looking right into his own. he didn't see or hear him get inside, and that's when he speaks that wonshik realizes, his whole body freezing up in place. "i'm sorry if i scared you," the man says, affable. "i first followed you because i was bored and lonely and," he fiddles with his sleeves, looking a mix between shy and nervous, "when i realized that you could see me, well, i felt bad." "w-what do you mean i could see you?" wonshik stutters, confused. his hair is still standing up and he has a cold sweat. "anyone would've seen a man following them so closely. i was scared shitless! i thought you wanted to murder me." the man - "jaehwan," he said, "that's kind of my name." - smiles fondly, like you would to a little kid, as if wonshik just said the most endearingly stupid thing that he could think of. "see, wonshik," he says, clearly amused, (and how the hell does he know his name?) "you couldn't be any more wrong about that." "i'm actually kind of dead, you know," he chuckles, "hit by a truck while i was doing my pizza deliveries." wonshik stands petrified, incapable of speaking a word more. "aw, it's okay, it's okay," jaehwan makes some eloquent let it go gestures and goes on. "it was like 20 years ago anyway. i'm over it." jaehwan talks a lot for a dead guy, and without even realizing wonshik's goosebumps ease down, his heart rate goes back to normal, and he even lets jaehwan into his house, into his room. he would've been his type if he wasn't dead, wonshik thinks with a pang of regret just as jaehwan takes his hand into his own -- it's warm and feels too real, and all wonshik wants to do is kiss him. the clock on his nightstand reminds him that it's 4am; it's 4am and he's kissing a dead boy, a boy whose dead lips still feel like toothpaste and a little bit of sugar. his hands are warm under wonshik's shirt, so alive, and wonshik thinks that maybe - just maybe - he can forget about it for the night.

#vixx #kenvi #wonjae #raken #ravi #jaehwan #r:pg

ken/ravi, like liquor

pairing: ken/ravi rating: nc-17 wordcount: 1760w summary: it always starts as a game.

he can’t remember how he ended up kneeling on jaehwan’s bed, arms tied behind his back, but it must’ve been somewhere between their 30th kiss and him slurring out a lustful “fuck me, hyung”. he feels his skin burn with every touch of jaehwan's fingers, finely manicured nails dragging along the small of his back, leaving a aching red mark as a reminder. "you can't move, wonshikie," he says, voice dripping with honey, and presses a kiss against his neck, teeth lightly grazing the skin. he couldn't move even if he wanted - his hands are tied behind his back and he's on his knees, jaehwan's weight pressing against him. jaehwan's legs shift uncomfortably against his clothed crotch, and wonshik is sure that it's on purpose. jaehwan loves to tease him and make him beg, not touching him until he's on the verge of tears, not until his boxers are wet with precum and his cheeks are red with shame. "please," he whines, leaning into the touch of jaehwan's lips against his jaw, "please untie me." jaehwan chuckles, leaving a little bite into wonshik's neck. "say it again," he traces his fingers down his torso, stopping right before his crotch. "and i might consider." “please, hyung, please,” he pleads, voice almost cracking, eyes dewy. hearing himself like that only makes him tear up, wanting to to curl up and cry in a mix of frustration and shame. “it’s too early for that,” jaehwan smiles and gives a little pet to wonshik’s head, “but i will give you a little treat.” he starts unzipping his pants and wonshik can feel his cock throbbing, begging for attention, and there’s nothing he wants more than to touch himself. the sight of jaehwan’s cock gives him a rush of adrenaline and he wishes he could touch him, put his hands around those pretty hips and buck them forward, taking it all into his mouth. “here it comes, baby,” jaehwan baby talks like they’re fucking playing dolls but wonshik doesn’t mind, parts his lips as jaehwan’s thick cock touches his skin, warm and slick with precum. it feels like all is right with the world, jaehwan’s hands into his hair and his cock down his throat, hips bucking the slightest bit whenever wonshik flicks his tongue against the slit. jaehwan’s breath is quicker by the second, the grip in wonshik’s hair tighter as he bobs his head along the length of jaehwan’s cock, wet sounds leaving his reddened lips. wonshik knows that jaehwan’s close by the way his moans sound, shallow and needy every time he takes him in a little deeper, jaehwan’s hips bucking forward in attempt to fuck his mouth. “can i come inside?” jaehwan slurs, bangs sticking messily to his forehead and breath cut short. it makes the bulge inside wonshik’s boxers throb in an urgent, painful way, and all wonshik does is nod. he starts thrusting inside wonshik’s mouth, his pace quick and erratic, almost desperate, and it’s hard for wonshik not to gag on his cock. he comes with a low moan, limbs tense and fingers tugging at wonshik’s hair so hard wonshik thinks that it’s gonna rip his scalp. it feels painful yet it makes his cock twitch, and he whines, swallowing jaehwan’s cum. it takes a while for jaehwan to get down from his high, his breathing slowly becoming more regular and his eyes focused. there’s a gleam of mischief in jaehwan’s pretty, big eyes, and wonshik takes a deep breath, knowing well that their game is all but over. jaehwan crawls to him on all fours, placing his palm on wonshik’s clothed erection. that causes wonshik to whimper, and he can feel jaehwan’s delighted giggle echo in his ears. “what do you want me to do, baby?” jaehwan asks, breath ghosting on wonshik’s neck, voice soothing. wonshik shivers. “please untie me,” he whines, eyes getting teary due to the pressure on his crotch. he almost loses it when jaehwan starts thumbing at his cock through the fabric, instinctively grinding against him. it feels so good after being neglected for so long, and all wonshik wants is to come - though he knows he’s gonna have to wait for that. “okay,” jaehwan mouths against his neck, giggling. his hands reach for wonshik’s back, fingers lingering a little on the curve of his spine before he decides to undo the knots around his wrists. it feels a little weird even though he’s used to it by now, the light stinging around his wrists and the sensation of his fingers not quite responding. jaehwan kisses his fingers one by one, then traces his tongue down his palm; wonshik closes his eyes and holds his breath.

it takes a while for things to start going the way he wants, boxers down all the way to his ankles and jaehwan’s hands on his sides, lips leaving little pecks down his waistline. jaehwan chuckles before pressing his lips back on wonshik’s skin, and god, why does he keep doing that - he leaves soft kisses on his cock, just at the tip at first, then along the length. it makes wonshik shiver and whine for more, for those lips to wrap around him, for his fingers to tangle into that soft ball of hair. he lets out a muffled curse when jaehwan licks the slit, and jaehwan has to take a break to laugh. “come on,” he whines, lying on his back and with a painful hard-on, “jaehwan! it’s not funny!” jaehwan is literally bent in half from laughing, butt naked, and wonshik has to try really hard not to cry out of embarrassment. “i hate you,” he says, cheeks rosy from both embarrassment and arousal, “i really do.” “yeah, i bet you do,” jaehwan whispers, crawling his way back to wonshik. “because i’m not doing you yet.” as he looks at him on all fours, lashes batting oh so slowly, wonshik can’t say that he’s wrong. “please,” he whines, “please.” “mmm?” jaehwan hums, “what are you asking me exactly? i want the details.” wonshik takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, then speaks. “i want you to shove your fingers in me and fuck me the way i like it, twist them inside me until i’m crying and begging for your dick.” he can literally feel his cheeks burning up from shame, and he knows that jaehwan isn’t satisfied yet. “and then?” he licks his lips, then starts licking at wonshik’s jaw. “what do you want me to do after that?” “i want you to flip me around and fuck me into the mattress,” wonshik feels himself get hard from his own words and it’s both hot and embarrassing. “fuck me so hard that i forget how to breathe”. jaehwan starts touching himself to his words and it’s really a sight to see, nimble fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and full mouth slightly parted in ecstasy. “i want you inside me,” wonshik whispers, more to himself than for jaehwan to hear - but jaehwan does.

#vixx #kenvi #raken #wonjae #jaehwan #ravi #r:nc17

n/ken, when cherry blossoms fade

pairing: n/ken rating: g wordcount: 772w summary: they always say that the first spring of your twenties is the sweetest.

it's hot. may has yet to come to an end but the air feels suffocating, and it's hard to just sit there and breathe. it's as if his clothes have glued themselves to his skin, football shorts damp and molded into the shape of his thighs. he shifts tentatively in his seat, just to see if he would be stuck there or be able to move, and - much to his surprise - he manages to slide a little bit to the left. it's so silent up there, all the noises from football practice down in the field coming out dulled, like they’re being heard through earmuffs. that’s why jaehwan likes sitting outside the old science building - no noise, a great view (trees and birds and some cute passerbys every now and then), like being in your own room with your favorite pair of headphones and white noise on. and sometimes - sometimes hakyeon comes sit with him. “hey,” hakyeon says, patting jaehwan’s shoulder from behind, and to jaehwan it feels like a hard-earned shower in the middle of the hottest august. he sits down next to him, and he’s so radiant yet so refreshing, eyes shining like drops of dew. jaehwan can’t help but sneak a look at him whenever hakyeon is too lost in his thoughts to notice, and his heart starts beating a little bit faster every time. they spend their free time like that almost every day, sometimes talking so much that they can barely take a breath, others just sitting there and letting the breeze run through their hair, caressing their faces. it’s the latter today, chins resting on folded knees and little droplets of sweat lazily rolling on their cheeks. it feels like it’s been hours - or maybe just five minutes - when hakyeon scoots a little bit closer, cold fingers barely grazing jaehwan’s sweaty hands. he sighs, then bites his lower lip. “you know,” he says, voice low and tentative, so different from the way he usually speaks, “i see you watching me.” jaehwan can feel his ears burn up to the very tip. “i mean,” he lowers his eyes, like looking at his dirty running shoes. “i see you watching me because,” he bites his lips again, voice cracking. “because i’m looking at you too.” jaehwan’s pretty sure his heart must’ve stopped beating or exploded because there’s no way it could handle something like that, no way that loud drumming in his ears isn’t a sign of his impending death. hakyeon takes jaehwan’s hands in his, threading their fingers together, and jaehwan is sure he’s gonna die. “the reason i sit here, talking to you. skipping lunch and class meetings.” he smiles, a smile so warm and shy, and all jaehwan wants is to kiss him, just perk up and kiss him. “it’s because i like you.” they sit a few seconds like that, in silence, just the sound of their breaths and accellerated hearbeats. “you like me too, right?”

#vixx #haken #chaken #nken #hakyeon #jaehwan #r:g

n/ravi, move

pairing: n/ravi rating: g wordcount: 3063w summary: in which hakyeon falls in love with wonshik at second sight, and wonshik messes things up - one step at a time.

happy (belated) birthday to my sweetest friend @softcha! i love you so much ♡♡♡ // crossposted to ao3~

the door of the practice room is half-open, a little bit of sunlight peering up through the crack. he slowly pushes the door open and it creaks a little, the way it always did. inside there's wonshik, looking like he's frozen. hakyeon doesn't know what to say. "hi." wonshik mumbles, eyes down, looking at the tip of his shoes like it's the most interesting thing in the room. "where have you been?" hakyeon didn't mean to sound angry, or accusing for that matter, but it's like all of the pain and anxiety he's kept inside for the last few weeks have finally weighed him down. he sighs, tearing up a bit. he really didn't want for this to happen. "hakyeon..." wonshik starts, uncertain. the air in the practice room is awkward, heavy, so different from the warm spring day outside. "i'm sorry, i... really didn't mean to drag it out like this." he sounds and looks apologetic, but that does nothing for hakyeon's anger - almost fuels it instead. he doesn't understand what the hell wonshik is talking about, and that makes him mad. "listen, i... i wanted to ask you. i've really been wanting to but," he takes a pause to sigh heavily, "i was afraid you wouldn't want to do it if i didn't have everything set up." "i have no fucking idea what you're talking about, wonshik." wonshik bites his lips, eyes low. he looks like he's about to cry, and that makes hakyeon regret his outburst. "you know... that dance competition i told you about, yeah?" his voice is cracking, and he's biting his nails again. he's definitely gonna scold him about it next time, hakyeon decides. "i wanted to ask you do be my teammate." he takes a deep breath, looking at hakyeon expectantly. hakyeon is more confused than ever - what did that have to do with completely being off the radar for over a week? so he asks him, and it takes a while to force the words out of wonshik, but it's worth the time. "you were choreographing our team dance all this time?" hakyeon doesn't know whether he should be impressed or upset. "because i thought you wouldn't consider leaving your old teammates for me," wonshik explains, still not looking up from the ground, "not unless i had a really mindblowing piece." he looks at him, chewing on his bottom lip. "and here i am." wonshik looks incredibly mortified when hakyeon starts laughing. it's loud and genuine, and he can't stop until there's tears in his eyes. "i'm sorry, i..." he says, voice shaken from laughing so much, "i think that what you did is really remarkable. choreographing on your own, i mean." wonshik lets out a deep sigh, visibly relieved. "i just wish you'd told me beforehand, you know? without leaving me in the dark for days." he thinks about how terrible it was to not hear from wonshik for so long, of all the many sleepless nights and the pointless trips to the practice room, and his voice just cracks on its own. "you have no idea how worried i was." the way wonshik gapes at his words is almost annoying, "you, worried about me?", the surprise in his tone, but hakyeon won't get mad. he's going to tell him that he likes him, and that not seeing him after what happened that day was killing him inside. that he thought he hated him, even though it made little to no sense. and he hopes that wonshik will say he likes him back.

#vixx #navi #wonyeon #r:g

ravi/hongbin, home

pairing: ravi/hongbin rating: g wordcount: 1086w summary: hongbin misses wonshik, and he's missed just as much.

written for ravi's birthday, crossposted to ao3 ♡

he tiptoes through the living room to the hallway that leads to the bedrooms until he reaches the door he’s looking for. he bites his lower lip. it’s closed. he lightly pushes it open, hoping it won’t creak. it doesn’t. the room is dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the open shutters, and he can feel the faint smell of wonshik’s cologne lingering in it. sanghyuk is fast asleep, arm bent behind his head and the duvet all the way up to his nose, a light snoring coming from under the covers. he fell asleep holding his phone, hongbin notices, arm hanging off the bed, and he can’t help but crack a smile. he takes the phone from sanghyuk’s hand and places it on the night stand beside his bed, fixes his covers a little, because he knows that sanghyuk won’t find out. he misses him, too. wonshik’s sleeping on his side, arms peeking from beneath the covers, and hongbin can see that he crashed into bed without undressing first. he sighs, lips slightly curving into a smile, and nestles next to wonshik, pulling the covers all the way up. “i miss you,” he whispers against wonshik’s back, chin tucked in the curve of his neck. he knows that wonshik is asleep, but he doesn’t mind. it’s better this way, words never come out easy when wonshik is in front of him, looking at him like he’s expecting something. hongbin knows what he expects, but doesn’t know how to say it. “i really, really miss you,” he repeats, voice cracking just a little bit. “i’m sorry i couldn’t make it to the party.” he twitches a little bit when a hand reaches for his own, wonshik’s warm, soft hand. “you’re awake,” he murmurs, a familiar warmth spreading to his cheeks. “mmm”, wonshik says, shifting to his other side so he can face hongbin. he looks tired, eyes sticky with sleep, words slurred and slowed down. “what were you saying about missing me?” he says, a little mischievous smile on his face. he’s so cute, hongbin thinks, so cute with the way his cheeks plump up when he smiles, his eyes crinkling into those familiar half-moon shapes. he sighs, letting his eyes fall shut for a little bit. “you know what i said,” it’s embarrassing, so embarrassing, but he knows he has to say it. he needs wonshik to know. “but i’ll say it again. i miss you so much lately.” he’s soon wrapped by the familiar warmth of wonshik’s arms, and lets himself melt into it. “i miss you too.” being with wonshik like this feels comforting and natural and not at all awkward, and hongbin wants to cherish every moment of it, to relish every single one of wonshik’s breaths, all of his little sighs. maybe it’s because it’s dark, or because it’s quiet, but the words don’t die on the tip of his tongue before he’s able to say them, and he’s glad for that. “happy birthday,” he says, “i’m so sorry i couldn’t make it, i-” he really wanted to go through with it, but wonshik won’t let him say it, fingers pressed against hongbin’s lips. “what are you sorry for,” he says, voice as soft as his eyes, and places a little kiss to hongbin’s forehead. “you don’t have to be sorry for anything.” he says it like he means it, and that eases the turmoil in hongbin’s heart. the anxiety, the insecurities, his tiredness all melt against the touch of wonshik’s lips. the way their lips meet feels so natural, like they’ve been doing this for years. (they haven’t, but it’s not the first time either. he can’t remember when it started, but they do it from time to time, when no one’s in sight and they’re both sad and tired. they never say a thing, just look at each other for a while. wonshik nods a little bit before leaning in, and hongbin’s eyes fall closed.) “what was that for?” hongbin’s voice is a whisper, so feeble he fears that wonshik won’t be able to hear it over the drumming of his own heartbeat. wonshik smiles, one of those full, eye crinkling smiles that hongbin loves so much. “that was my way of saying that i missed you.” he bites his lips. “i’m glad you’re here.” hongbin’s heart takes a leap, skips one, two, three beats. wonshik is playing with the hair at the back of his nape, and every time he feels his warm fingers touch the skin hongbin shivers a little. he kisses him again, hands cupping his face, and when he pulls away he’s blushing. “your presence is the best birthday gift i could hope for.” it’s very hard to hold the tears back, but hongbin can’t afford to cry right now. there’s a lump in his throat when he kisses wonshik again, this time initiating it. it’s sweet and mellow and wonshik tastes like beer and toothpaste and sleep, and he’s clinging to hongbin for dear life, pulling him close, closer, as much as he can. wonshik falls asleep like that, legs tangled with hongbin’s, his face buried into his shoulder. one of his arms is clutched tightly around hongbin’s waist, as if he’s scared that he’ll be gone again, that he won’t find him once he wakes up. he doesn’t know about the day that’ll come, or the ones after that - but for this night, hongbin will stay.

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