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cha hak yeon - 23 years - gay takennsfw - matched literacy - au M!A: aim: hakyeon_cha

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I confessed to Ravi! And he accepted it, so happily like this. I knew you would~ (c)

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Ravi wearing various hats requested by anon

[mrhakyeonnie]

Hello there, boy! It seems you are the better half of my little pup! Pleased to meet you! I'm the amazing hyung of your little boy

"Ah…Uhm, hello!" He blinked, somewhat confused but he offered a shy little smile, waving awkwardly, as he often did. His eyes widened, bewilderment clear on his face, before it dawned on him. He suddenly seemed a lot more nervous, flushing somewhat as he fiddled with his fingers. "O-Oh…Then are you…? You’re Wonshikkie’s-I mean…Wonshik’s hyung? H-Hi! Uhm…" He was really bad at talking. He cleared his throat, feeling like he already made a bad impression. "It’s nice to meet you too! I…I’m Hakyeon…Uhm…Wonshik talks about-t you a lot and…" He paused, brows furrowing. "…I suck at talking. Uh….But it’s very, very, very, very nice to meet you, finally!"

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He was so overjoyed to see you standing there at the door that he felt like a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. His hand stung badly but he could hardly feel anything other than love and relief from knowing that you were alright. Maybe you weren’t completely alright— but you were alive and that was all that mattered. The rest— they could fix up, right?

He held you close as you sobbed, his own tears falling along with yours as he gently rubbed your back to soothe you. He wasn’t sure just how bad your wounds were when he led you back to their room before he glanced down and noticed all the blood on his own shirt. His relief started to turn into worry and his breath caught once more in his throat. You were speaking of someone dying and he began to slowly put the pieces together. “Hakyeonnie… It’s going to be okay. We need to get you to a hospital. I need you to relax, arasso..?” He tried his best to attempt to calm you down just a little before he picked you up and glanced down at you in his hold, swiping his thumb just under your eyes to catch your tears.

He wasn’t supposed to do this. He knew you had to go to the hospital as soon as possible and he wasn’t supposed to transport in front of people. There’s be heavy consequences but he needed to ensure you were okay.. His eyes shut tightly and the cold gust of air was all he needed to know that they were right there in the hospital lobby. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief as they were at the entrance were no one seemed to have spot them suddenly just appear there. At least, he hoped no one had.

He carried you to the emergency area, too many thoughts swirling around in his head as many doctors and nurses ran out assist you. “I’m going to wait right here for you, okay? Let the doctors just fix you up a bit and then I’ll be right beside you.” He watched helplessly as they took you from his arms and sat you down in a wheelchair instead before wheeling you inside. His hands found their way to his temples to try and relax himself before taking a seat in the waiting room, head buried in his hands as he awaited for the doctors to come out with any type of news.

It was quicker than expected but for him it felt like forever. You weren’t as badly injured, the doctor had told him. He had explained the whole car accident and how the man in the other car was drunk and had passed at the scene. It registered immediately— officially— with Wonshik that this is what you had been saying over and over. He should of felt sorry for the man but he couldn’t do it. Not when he put your life to risk as he had. You had a few stitches but all in all, the doctors said you’d be alright but sleepy and that it had to be some type of miracle that this was all that had happened. But all Wonshik could hear was that he was now able to see you.

Wonshik slowly made his way to the room you were in, stepping in and instantly walking over to your bed. He was unsure or not if you were sleeping but he pulled a chair up to your bed, taking a seat and reaching for your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and murmured quietly, “Hakyeon-ah.. I love you..”

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His panicked, wide eyed gaze, that of a caged animal, seemed to take notice of your hand. His brows furrowed, seeming only to panic more. "W-Why?! Why are you...Hurt?" He seemed to almost begin to hyperventilate there, freaking out as his breathes only became more hurried, body trembling as he faintly begin to flail. When your arms encased him in a familiar embrace, he did seem to faintly calm down, as if you were his security blanket. His trembling somewhat subsided and his breathes calmed down to soft pants, holding you only tighter even though it caused him to yelp in pain.

He didn't want to let go as you pulled away, fear and confused panic only increasing as he followed after you. He noticed the blood on you, surely from him because he was covered as well. His wounds, although not horrible, were oozing blood quite a bit. He continued to shake like a handbag dog, eyes fluttering, but seeming sleepy, head bobbing around and his movements unsure. He was clumsy and seeming to be confused about moving and his surroundings; he probably had a concussion. "I...Y-yeah..." He nodded, voice cooling to a whisper. He didn't struggle as you lifted him into your arms. He merely curled up, leaning into your body, face pressing against your neck even though he was bleeding. Right now, he didn't worry about staining your clothes or getting his blood on you. Frankly, he wasn't really thinking. He was just trying not to fall asleep and succumb to the darkness that wanted to take over.

It was cold. Oh. Now it smelled like hospital. He lifted his head, looking around, clearly bewildered, seeming to forget all about your powers. He settled again, his tongue feeling to heavy to speak. Everything happened so quickly after that. He didn't understand your words, looking at you with a confused look as he was set into a wheelchair, the doctor and nurses beginning to wheel him away. He couldn't manage to speak, but instead whined pathetically, unsure of what was going on around him, unsure of why you were leaving him behind.

From there out, everything was forgotten. When he awoke, drowsy and out of it, his wounds were bandaged, a few stitched. He felt...Shitty. His ribs really, really hurt...But they couldn't do much for broken ones. Turns out, he had had a concussion. "....W-wonshik?" His voice was pained, somewhat hoarse as he desperately began to look around. Where were you? Had he been abandoned? Were you angry at him? He whimpered, whining somewhat to himself as he tried to wiggle in the bed...Only for pain to go through his body.

However, before he could whine or panic, you had appeared. He stared at you with half-lidded, sleepy eyes as you took his head, kissing his skin. And suddenly, Hakyeon began to cry again. "I-I'm...I'm sorry, Wonshikkie..." He spoke softly, voice rough and somewhat croaky. "I-I didn't-t...It wasn't-t my....My fault...But...But he's-s dead-d! He died-d. It's...It's my fault-t. He died..." He only continued to sob, but his breathes were strange and pained from his ribs.

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[kikuneko-deactivated20140227]

(￣▽￣)ノ - we don’t talk but hi~

(●⌒∇⌒●) - you fab, senpai

(◕‿◕✿) - you’re cute

o(╥﹏╥)o - you make me nervous

(´ε｀ )♡ - i want to kiss you

ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ - i want to hug you

ヾ(-_-;) - you’re annoying

(>д<) - why won’t you notice me???

(¬д¬。) - i don’t like you, go away

(*´ｪ｀*) - i’m too shy to talk to you…

(´･ω･`) - ((anything you want to say/ask))

[mrhakyeonnie]

wonshik-nsc:

Wonshik was nothing less than a mess. He had heard on the news that there had been a horrific car accident and ever since then he was in a daze. He prayed and prayed that it wasn’t you but he had this.. feeling. A horrible feeling. The kind that he got when he was linked with death except he wasn’t taking anyone.. so why would he feel this way? 

It wasn’t until he got the call that he completely broke down. He couldn’t function and he couldn’t breathe either. Somehow it just didn’t add up. How could you be gone..? Impossible. He couldn’t stop the tears from coming and he just let them fall, uncaring about anything else. 

He did this for a few hours. Every time he would stop crying, he would think of you. You were what he thought about a majority of the time anyways but with each thought, it would hurt him twice as bad as the last. He slowly got up once he regained his composure and tried to catch his breath, his heart breaking into a million pieces. Never to be fixed again.

The next step for him was to get angry. He stood in front of the mirror and wiped his eyes before he felt the anger swell up in his chest. He punched the mirror but he could hardly even feel it. Shards of glass embedded in his skin as the mirror shattered and jagged pieces fell to the floor. 

The next move for him was to drive straight to the hospital— or wherever you were at. He had to see it for himself, to make sure it was you. It had to be a mistake, he thought. It wasn’t you.

He didn’t bother to fix himself up because honestly— what was the point? Blood dripping from his knuckles and tears staining his cheeks as he stumbled to the door. Upon opening it, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he saw you. Was he dreaming? He released a shaky breath before mumbling your name, “Hakyeon-ah..?”

His arms instinctively circled around you and pulled you to him as he kissed all over your face, cupping your face to press even more kisses to your lips as tears continued to flow freely down his cheeks. “You’re.. alive?” He pulled away to glance you over, leading you over to their room before rushing to get the first aid kit. He’d take care of you now.

His life had flashed before his very eyes. He watched as he felt the steering wheel ram into his torso, making his world spin as his breathe was smacked out of him. As the glass to his windows shattered, as the car curved in an unnatural shape, metal bending metal. He could feel blood seeping from unknown wounds, as his brain rattled around in his skull. Nausea passed through him, wracking his whole body as his world screeched and snapped around him. He was slowly getting more and more trapped within his vehicle as it closed in on him, metal forming a cage around his tiny, contorted form. He had to escape. He had to get out. Somehow, even he isn't sure how, he unbuckled his seat belt, threw open the door, and threw himself out.

It was a bad collision. He was driving, at a normal speed on a calm street. It was an average night, returning from late work at the store...When a drunk driver, speeding and on the wrong side of the road, slammed into him head on. His car was seriously damaged as it was pushed back and with frantic turning of the steering wheel as his initial response and as he jumped out, led to Hakyeon's car slamming the back into a pole. His car was thoroughly wrecked; a hunk of metal with oil leaking out. It was a miracle he jumped out and he knew it. The fall was not soft and he was positive he had bits of asphalt stuck in his skin, but he shielded his head and ended up rolling into dirt, which softened the impact just a bit. He laid there for a moment, body aching as if he did a fifty mile run. Bright light suddenly appeared, glowing, moving with almost ghost like qualities. He glanced up. His car was on fire...And so was the car that ran into his.

And with this sight on his mind, he ran. He ran even though his legs were cut and torn, even though he was bleeding and bruised. He ran and ran, heading to the only place that he could be calm: home. He had to get away. Had to. His car was on fire. The other man...He...He was dead. He was drunk and he had done wrong...But did he deserve to die? Did he have a family? Panic only continued to grow within Hakyeon, causing him to become more frantic before. He was lost. Lost within turning and winding alleyways, sight blurry, body weak.

It took him a long time...But he found home. He found home! You. You had to be home! He went into the apartment building, the lobby clearly surprised with his beat up, limping appearance, but he didn't allow anyone to stop him. He sounded like a madman, mumbling about 'having to get home' and 'he's dead'. He rode the elevator up, slouched in the corner, hardly able to stand upright. Finally, he saw the door. He ran over, but his key had been in the flaming vehicle...So, he shakily knocked, leaning against the door, hoping you were there, hoping you'd open the door. And...And you did. You were there. Relief washed over him and almost immediately he began to sob uncontrollably and hysterically, falling into your arms even though it pained him. His wounds were pretty bad and he was positive he was bleeding on you...And although it was selfish, he didn't care. He NEEDED you. "I'm alive! I-I'm alive-e...I'm sorry...I'm so sorry....W-Wonshik...I'm sorry..." He continued to repeat the apologize, voice muffled and hoarse, whole body trembling as his fingers curled into your shirt. "I'm...I-I'm alive...B-but...But he's dead! He died...He's dead...H-He hit me...He's dead....R-really dead..." He was clearly shaken. He'd never dealt with someone's death before, nor been involved. He was a mess. Bleeding, sobbing, trembling, bruised...He stumbled with you, legs practically giving out beneath him. "I-I'm....I'm-m sorry-y...I'm s-sorry...."

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I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are in your hair and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I can, kissing you as deeply as possible and thinking you’re mine, mine mine.

Me, to you  (via wonshik-nsc)

[mrhakyeonnie]

By Your Side Till You Heal // You better not get into any accidents though.

My Muse's Reaction to Opening their eyes and seeing Your Muse at their Side

Hakyeon had always been at driving. It wasn’t in his skill set. He probably shouldn’t have even gotten a license. He’d get so stressed out and panicked that he’d freeze in tough situations. He wasn’t good at reacting quickly, preferring to think over something before preforming. Driving was not like that. He froze up behind the wheel, like a deer caught in the headlights. His eyes would go wide, he’d stop breathing for a second, and he simply wouldn’t be able to move. Combine his natural panic with a stressful situation, plus a rainy day…Well, the outcome was not bright, not in the least.

He had been faced with a…Confusing sort of collision. He thought the sign said it was a four way stop, although it wasn’t. His windshield was all covered in raindrops and his windshield wipers could only work so fast. It didn’t help that his car needed maintenance; he could’ve sworn his headlights were somewhat faded. He drove out, only to be hit on the side by another vehicle. Luckily, it wasn’t a heavy crash, but he still ended up in the hospital with his car totaled. Not like his car mattered much, anyways…It was a bit of a…Well, pile of junk. Now, it literally was.

It was…Weird. When the crash happened, time slowed down and he could practically see his mints burst from it’s package in slow motion, floating through the air as his body bucked forward. Thank god for seat belts! He wasn’t worried about the injuries he may receive. It was a mix of thoughts, like a melting pot in his head. Would he live? Would he die? Would he be disabled? Would he see you again? You. He felt breathless at the thought, panic arising as time finally caught up. His chest pressed against the steering wheel as the horn went off, ribs crushed as his head bobbed back and forth before colliding with the head cushion. He gasped, the noise of grinding metal and the scent of oil, before everything went black.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Constant. Steady. Gentle beats. One, two, three, four. One after another. He awoke to this sound, the smell of cleaning products and disinfectant in his nose, overwhelming him even though he’d yet to open his eyes. He already could tell he was in the hospital. He felt sore and ever so tired, even though he had a feeling he’d be sleeping for awhile. His body creaked as he moved, shifting in the bed with a soft groan. Ouch! His ribs felt like a boxer punched them and his legs felt like they were tied to concrete blocks. Well…At least he could feel all his appendages. Still intact. After a bit of debate, Hakyeon’s eyes slowly flickered open an upon doing so, he noticed a peculiar scent that stood out. Home. You. He suddenly sat up, only to groan that faded with a whimper. His eyes opened fully, gaze bleary, sleepy. He searched and focused until he spotted the familiar form, the shape, the scent. Everything. His heart throbbed painfully in his chest, broken ribs aching. “…Wonshik. Wonshikkie…” His voice was soft, croaky and hoarse. His voice cracked towards the end as he immediately moved, scooting closer, pulling you down needily. His arms wrapped round you, nuzzling his face into your skin. “I’m okay! See? Okay…Are you okay? Did…I didn’t worry you too much, right?” His voice was soft, whimpering, worried. His fingers tightly curled into the fabric of your shirt, not letting you go just yet. He just…Needed you.

It was awfully strange. When everything went into slow motion, he thought about death with a nonchalant abandon. Of course, that’s before you crossed his mind. Suddenly, everything was fast and he was filled with heart crushing worry. Fear. So much fear that’d he die, that you’d lose him, that he’d lose you. You were what he lived for. And the thought of being pulled away was something he never wanted to think about.

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