Hongbin scoffs, watching the girl run into a dead end. He drops off the roof with a single step, continuing to walk towards her.
“It's pity that I'll have to kill you now,” he speaks, watching her panic before him.
“Please, no,” she begs, as he grabs her wrist. He slams it against the wall, as his eyes turn gold, contrasting against his black outfit. He tilts his head, looking at her with almost with sadness in his eyes.
“It truly is such a pity,” Hongbin repeats, before his fangs drop and sink into her neck.
“Fair enough,” Haneul agrees, as they stop outside the dressing rooms. “Hanxing?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think VIXX will grow?”
Hanxing slowly hugs Haneul, and squeezes him.
“Of course they will. Just give it some time,” Hanxing offers, before looking at his twelve moving to the stage. “I need to go. But VIXX will grow just like EXO has.”
Haneul nods at him. “Thank you.”
Hanxing squeezes him again. “You can always talk to me.”
Haneul nods again, as Hanxing pulls away.
“I know, that's one of the things I like about you.”
Haneul. Heavenly. They all said it fit perfectly. Only he didn't believe that. Behind the appeal mostly loved, he was shattered. He couldn't tell anyone, he couldn't risk the same thing happening again.
He stood to the side, watching his pair that came back dance across the stage. He smiles softly, crossing his arms and leaning against a wall.
“EXO to the stage, please.”
Haneul freezes, watching nine males line up on the other side of the stage. A tenth, with silver hair, and a different smile stands off to the side. Haneul backs away, before leaving the stage. He nearly runs down the halls, his earrings dangling against his shoulders.
“Haneul!”
He freezes at the call of his name, turning slowly. He gulps, looking at the slightly shorter male.
“Hanxing,” he whispers.
“It's been a while.”
Haneul tries to look anywhere but at him, bowing slightly. Hanxing frowns, reaching out to Haneul.
“Don't be so formal with me. Please don't,” he mutters, running his fingers under the earrings. “You still wear these.”
“They matched my outfit,” Haneul speaks, pulling away.
“Haneul, why must you do this? I just want to talk to you,” Hanxing says, moving toward him again.
“It's your talking that messed it up. It's your talking that made me leave. It's your talking that lead to something I can't recover from. I can't be anything but this with you,” Haneul whispers.
Hanxing grabs his hand, tilting his head with his other one. “Look at me. Please.”
Haneul looks up for a moment, trying to avoid the warm eyes. He looks beyond him, seeing his pair exit the stage.
“Go back to your group.”
Haneul pulls his hand away, before walking into the dressing room.
Haneul leans against a sliding glass door. He stares up at the sky. The moon is near full, with clouds gliding over it, with the stars shining around it. He thinks back, closing his eyes for a moment.
Soft lips and hands fill his mind, and he shakes his head. A tear escapes him, and he grabs the green bottle beside him. The liquid burns his throat, and he knows he shouldn't be doing this. His tolerance is weak, and last time lead to familiar events. He takes another drink. He knows he shouldn't be drinking.
Haneul wakes up with a pain in his head and covered in soft sheets. He opens his eyes, before wincing and closing them again. This room is red. It isn't his. His room is navy with cheap glow in the dark stars on the wall.
He knows where he is.
He groans and stands slowly, opening his eyes again. He finds silver hair back in his sight.
“Eggs with spring onion and ham,” Hanxing explains, holding a tray of food. “And water with meds for your head.”
Haneul blinks slowly. “Y-You remembered?”
“Well, yeah. You do mean a lot to me,” Hanxing says, setting the tray down.
“We can't,” Haneul whispers, looking up at him.
“Why can't we?”
“I can't go through you losing members again. You were wonderful, and when I thought you were getting better, you rebounded. I can't do that every time,” Haneul confesses, wincing from his head.
Hanxing steps forward, and slowly hugs Haneul.
“It hurt the most when you left,” he mutters, as Haneul stiffens. Hanxing pulls back, and runs a hand over Haneul’s chin. He pushes his lips to Haneul’s. Haneul’s golden eyes open wide, before Hanxing pulls back. “Please come back to me.”
Haneul steps back, pushing his navy blue hair back. He moves to the tray, and takes the medicine.
“I'm sorry, Hanxing, but I can't be hurt like that again.” With that, Haneul leaves, and all but runs back to his dorm.
Haneul watches his pair make a large heart their arms. He turns away, rubbing his arms. He pulls out one of his earrings, reading the small engraving on the back of the middle part.
2012.
MAMA is our Superhero.
Credit to @ask-the-kpop-lightsticks for the characters. I haven’t written in months, lol.
She sits on the couch, watching the performance in front of her. Her long red hair being woven by expert hands into a bun. She watches as the pair kisses, a poorly placed wigs sliding across their heads. “Gay,” she mutters, as hands slide across each other. “Hella gay.” “Like you're one to talk.” She looks to the right, before she hears a sharp tut. Her head is moved forward again, and she looks with her eyes. “I like you don't I, Sanghyuk?” She counters, looking back at the pair. “If you two wanted to be exibitionists, you could have asked first.” The two break apart. “Thanks for the idea, Elle, but I want Shikkie all to myself.” “Hwannie,” Wonshik whines, hiding in Jaehwan's near yellow wig. Jaehwan grabs Wonshik's hand before pulling him away. Hands leave her hair, with a bun in place. “Behave you two.” She lays down across Sanghyuk's lap. Sanghyuk looks down at her. “This is not a good angle for you,” Elle says, poking his jaw. Sanghyuk laughs, and moves his head back. “Better.” Sanghyuk rolls his eyes, and pulls her up. “You're better.” He lets his dirty blond hair fall in his face. She blushes. “Gay,” she mutters. “No gayer than you,” he teases, and patting down her bun. It falls out, and he stands up. She looks down at her hair. “Hakyeon spent an hour on this stupid thing,” she counters, before he runs from the room. She groans, and flops back on the couch. “Hakyeon! Sanghyuk didn't behave!”
Genre: AU, Addams Family!AU, PG-13 for suggestive content.
Word Count: 365
A/N: I just watched the movie and I got inspired. I hope you all like it~!
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Taekwoon smirks, playing with the sword in his hand. He swings forward, laughing at parry of his brother.
“Come now Sanghyuk, you can do better,” he taunts, pushing forward in a lunge. Sanghyuk chuckles, pushing his purple hair up.
“I could say the same for you,” he speaks, blocking the blow. Taekwoon advances again, disarming Sanghyuk. He grabs the weapon, crossing them over Sanghyuk's neck.
“Now what was that?” He speaks, dropping back.
“Next time,” Sanghyuk counters, smirking down at him.
“You shall wish,” he says, throwing the swords up. They are caught by a single hand, as Taekwoon walks out. “Thank you Rovix.” He scratches the hand as it sheathes the swords. He slips into the hall, watching an arrow fire down an interesting hall.
“Careful now Hongbin, wouldn't want to hurt the walls,” he speaks, ruffling his hair and fringe as we walks past. He looks down, finding the arrow in the middle of an apple. “Nice catch Wonshik.” Wonshik nods at him, smiling around the apple in his mouth.
Taekwoon continues on, slipping into the kitchen. He watches as various ingredients are thrown into a metal pot.
“Smells wonderful Jaehwan,” he compliments, watching small eyes being thrown in. Jaehwan laughs, sliding a zester over a snake skin.
“It's only soup,” he explains, mixing in the scales. Taekwoon takes a soup testing it out.
“It's still good,” he speaks, before sliding out another door. The sound of whizzing arrows comes from behind him, as he starts to climb creaking stairs. He enters his bedroom, smiling at the figure on the bed.
His eyes flicker open, to look up at Taekwoon.
“How are you, my love?” He asks, as his love frowns.
“Not every well. The sun I'm afraid is coming,” he speaks, glancing over at the window.
“Fear not Hakyeon. I shall save you,” Taekwoon speaks, pulling down the shades. Hakyeon smiles, watching him.
“Taekwoon?” He calls out, making him walk back over.
“Yes, love?” He asks, sitting beside him.
“Last night you scared me. You were some sort of animal,” Hakyeon mutters, looking up at him. “Oh, Taekwoon, do it again.”
A/N: Basically, Ravi and his “girlfriend” inspired this. Ignore the Harry Potter quote... Harry Potter is part of my life.
Candles on the coast. A stroll through town after. Wonshik planned on everything but their fandom.
“Jaehwan. Run,” he muttered, looking behind him. Jaehwan crossed his arms, lifting his eyebrows.
“You put me in these stupid heels and now you're telling me to run?” He almost growled under his breathe.
“Babe. I recognize some of the girls following us,” Wonshik started, wrapping an arm around Jaehwan's waist. The smooth black material of his pants and silky white shirt glided easily against his hand. “From fansigns. I don't want us to get caught.”
Jaehwan dipped his head, the long hair of his wig dipping down with it. Wonshik pushed a hair back, stealing kiss after.
“Thank you for today,” Jaehwan whispered, smiling weakly. He took off after, as Wonshik stayed behind.
“Ravi!”
Wonshik forced a smile as he turned to them. He pushed his hands into his pockets, looking over them.
“Hello. Are you guys Starlights?” He asked, as they stand a fair distance away.
“Yes!” One confirmed, smiling up at him.
“Who was the lady you were with?” Another asked, as Wonshik shifted his feet.
“Don't worry about that,” Wonshik said, in a weak attempt to brush it off.
“Are you dating her?” The last questioned, before Wonshik smiled weakly. He shifted his feet before taking off. The three Starlights blinked at that and each other.
Wonshik slipped into the dorm, panting slightly. Hakyeon looked up from his phone; his thumb paused over his blue Twitter feed.
“What did you do?” Hakyeon asked, arching an eyebrow at him.
“Nothing,” Wonshik lied, kicking off his shoes. Hakyeon looked back at his phone, refreshing his feed. His other eyebrow mirrored the first, as he sat up from the couch.
“Then why are there pictures of you kissing a girl and of you running from Starlights,” he countered. Wonshik deflated, sighing after.
“It's complicated,” he explained weakly, starting to slip away. Hakyeon stood up, moving after him.
“We aren't done here. We have VIXX to think about,” he calls out, as Wonshik slipped inside his room. He groaned, falling onto his bed.
“Wonshik,” Jaehwan called out, slipping inside the room. Wonshik turned his head, sighing after.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, as Jaehwan cupped Wonshik's cheek. “I shouldn't have made you dress up. I just wanted a day where we could get away and not have to worry. I failed.”
“Wonshik,” Jaehwan cooed, pulling his head onto his lap. “It's fine. I love you. It was very sweet of you to try.”
Wonshik turned away from Jaehwan, pulling his legs up.
“I don't know if you understand. I'm either going to have to lie and say that it was a girl, or say it was you and we’ll be stuck with that our whole lives,” Wonshik explained, closing his eyes. “I don't want to out you.”
“Hey. It's okay,” Jaehwan whispered, gently rubbing Wonshik's head. Wonshik nuzzles into the touches, before sighing again.
“No. It's not,” Wonshik denied, stilling after. Jaehwan pulled Wonshik up, groaning after. He kissed Wonshik's lips, tilting his head up.
“Look at me. I would rather be out with you by my side than have you breakdown because you don't want to bring harm to me,” Jaehwan spoke, brushing a hair back. “Understand?”
“Yeah. I think so,” Wonshik agreed, smiling weakly.
“Good. Now go shower. You smell bad,” Jaehwan bantered, pushing him off lightly. Wonshik laughed, grabbing onto Jaehwan's hand.
“Join me?”
Jaehwan smiled down at him.
“Always.”
Wonshik looked down at the large desk in front of him. The CEO was always organized even with a mess or a comeback on his hands. Wonshik clasps his hands together, as the images are laid out before him.
“Did you go out on a date with her?” He asked, as Wonshik gulped, grateful none of them can be recognized as Jaehwan.
“We were on a date, yes,” Wonshik confirmed, attempting to stick to the truth.
“First date?”
“No.”
“Is she an idol?”
Wonshik nodded, moving his arms and hands behind him.
“She is.”
“Is she in a popular group?”
“Hopefully. Popularity is tricky, you know that,” Wonshik answered, laughing nervously after. The CEO hummed, scribbling something down.
“Contact her. Prepare a statement with her for this Friday,” he decided, grabbing onto his phone. “You'll speak to the press with her then.”
“Yes sir,” Wonshik muttered, his voice cracking.
“And Wonshik. Do you love her?” He asked, pushing the buttons.
“Completely.”
Wonshik leaned against a wall. He stared out at the press taking pictures of his CEO talking. Jaehwan came up, grabbing his hand.
“What's wrong?” He asked, as Wonshik sighed.
“I don't know what to do,” he confessed, sliding to the floor. Jaehwan pouted, squatting down beside him.
“Remember what I told you?”
“I don't want to,” Wonshik countered, as Jaehwan pulled him up.
“You can do this. The rest of VIXX will support us,” Jaehwan whispered, looking out at the crowd. He looks to the CEO, as he gestures to the side Wonshik is on. “Go.”
Wonshik nodded once, before walking out on the stage. He pulled on the ends of his suit sleeves, while stepping up to the podium. Cameras flashed in his eyes, from the press in front and fans in the back. He gulped, as he looked down at the remaining group members in front of him. He closed his eyes, before coughing.
“Hello. My name is Ravi of VIXX,” he started, gripping onto the podium, knuckles turning white. “And I'm here to tell you…” He trails off, coughing once. “I'm here to tell you.” He blanked out, watching the cameras flash. He licked his lips. “I'm here.”
A hand cupped his face, turning his head. His favorite plush lips covered his own. He gasped softly, as Jaehwan pulled him closer.
“Why don't you listen to me?” Jaehwan asked, as the flashes covered their faces faster and faster.
“I don't want to hurt you,” Wonshik muttered, as Jaehwan gently pushed him behind him. Jaehwan looked back, smiling at him.
“You won't.” Jaehwan faced the press and everyone else again. “Wonshik is my boyfriend and we have been dating since we first won for Voodoo Doll. Something about the rush of winning made him ask me out. I don't regret saying yes. On the night in question, he asked me to don a wig and more girl style clothing, in order to take me out on a date in public. I agreed.” Jaehwan looked down at his hands, before looking up with a small smile.
“He didn't want to bring me out. He wanted to protect me. He is very protective, even when it is not needed. I love him. I know that no matter what is said or done, that will not change,” Jaehwan said, reaching back for Wonshik's hand. Wonshik grabbed onto it, allowing Jaehwan to pull him forward. Jaehwan interlaced their fingers, as Wonshik smiled at him.
Wonshik held Jaehwan close, nuzzling into his neck.
“We have to face them,” Jaehwan whispered, looking down at him.
“I don't want to,” Wonshik muttered, pouting up at him. Jaehwan laughed, hugging him tightly.
“We have to. Come on,” Jaehwan said, moving away to pull Wonshik up. Wonshik kissed Jaehwan's cheek, hugging him from behind.
“I love you,” Wonshik mumbled deeply into Jaehwan's neck.
“I love you too. Now come on,” Jaehwan spoke, grabbing Wonshik's hand. Wonshik slumped against Jaehwan's back.
A/N: So VIXX unleashed fantasy onto us. This is kind based off this whole conception thing. N:Zelos, Leo:Kronos, Ravi:Hades, and Hyuk:Hermes. Enjoy!
“She is mine now. Tell him that.”
Jung Taekwoon sits on his throne, almost larger than life, starting down at the small god under him. His black clothing dull against the silver adornments.
The god rolls his eyes, wings sprouting from his shoes. “He won't like that.”
“Leave, Sanghyuk. I don't care, I'll fight what he throws my way. Now do your damn job as a messenger,” Taekwoon demands, nearly growling at him.
Sanghyuk nods once, before disappearing from the room. Taekwoon sinks back into his throne, grabbing a small glass from beside him. He drinks the sliver liquid inside, smashing the glass after. The shards don't even break skin, as a gentle hand rubs against his back.
“You've been drinking a lot of time lately,” she whispers, sitting on the edge of the throne.
“I know love. I've been stressed trying to keep you with me,” Taekwoon whispers, as she rubs small circles on his back.
“Taekwoon, with you, we have all the time in the world.”
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Sanghyuk feels the vines start to creep up his legs. Dead thorns attempt to puncture his skin. He crosses his arms, sighing after. The smell of death and decay of the underworld has replaced the stale scent of time.
“Wonshik, they say not to kill the messenger. I'm pretty sure you're the only who can,” Sanghyuk says, glancing up at him. Wonshik scowls, a crown of thorns on his head. His brushes his cloak back, dirt covering his body.
“I'm just not taking chances,” he explains, waving the thorns away. Sanghyuk walks up to him, the wings on his shoes folding in.
“I have a message from Taekwoon. He's not giving her back, and he'll fight whatever you do,” Sanghyuk relays. Wonshik's eyes turn black, as vines shoot up from the ground. Sanghyuk’s shoes sprout their wings and he flies up.
“Rude,” he decides, looking down at Wonshik.
“I can help you.”
Wonshik turns, vines shooting up at the voice. A figure appears from across the room. He fixes his purple hair, shaking his head.
“Is that anyway to treat a guest?”
“Who are you?” Wonshik growls, as the man lifts up a hand.
“Hakyeon. I deal with the jealousy people have,” he says, stepping slowly.
“I'm not jealous,” Wonshik counters, as Hakyeon smirks.
“I can get her back. I just demand an eye for an eye as payment,” he explains, his shoes echoing in the empty room.
“I don't trust him,” Sanghyuk calls out, as Hakyeon turns to him.
“The shoes people wear, while you're stuck in sandals which don't match anything,” Hakyeon speaks, and Sanghyuk floats back.
“How?”
“I told you. Aren't you the messenger? I thought you would have heard,” Hakyeon explains, looking back to Wonshik. “Do we have a deal?”
Wonshik’s eyes cool, vines retreating.
“We do.”
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Hakyeon watches Taekwoon. He steps forward out of the shadows, looking at him.
“I can help you keep her,” he says, smiling at him. Taekwoon looks up, folding his hands together.
“Who are you?” He questions, looking over him.
“Hakyeon. Now, why does a Titan want the mortal wife of a god?” Hakyeon says, looking up at him. Taekwoon scowls, causing Hakyeon to laugh at him.
“Wonshik should have been more careful with what he had,” Taekwoon growls, as his own eyes flash silver.
“Not this again. You both need to learn to trust,” Hakyeon complains, walking around Taekwoon. “Bathe in time. Invite him to dinner.”
“And why should I?” Taekwoon asks, glaring up at him.
“You want to keep her. I know that about you,” Hakyeon says, before disappearing. Taekwoon sits back, before calling out to Sanghyuk.
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Hakyeon holds a small vial in his hand. The orange and gold liquid almost shines out in the dark of the underworld. He smiles, looking up at Wonshik.
“One vial of life. Don't waste it, don't bring it to the mortal world,” Wonshik commands. Hakyeon wraps his whole hand around it.
“I won't. Be at Taekwoon's by dusk. You'll have to be back by dawn. Time moves faster in his realm,” Hakyeon says, before fading away. Wonshik looking at Sanghyuk.
“Have you learned anything?”
“No. Whoever he is, he's been hidden for a long time.”
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Taekwoon dreams of silver and who he is trying to keep. He lays in a white tub, completely submerged. Black seeps into his mind, pouring gold into his dreams. Taekwoon flails, feeling the life seep into his time. He scratches at his throat, eyes shooting open. He screams out, bubbles floating to the surface.
“Go get her.”
“Thank you.”
Taekwoon scowls, before a hand pulls him out. He holds himself up on his hands and knees. He looks up, finding Hakyeon over him.
“Time for payment. An eye for an eye,” Hakyeon says, kneeling down in front of him. He pushes his right hand over Taekwoon's right eye. Taekwoon screams, pushing his own right hand over Hakyeon's.
“What are you doing?” Taekwoon pants, before Hakyeon slides his hand off Taekwoon's face. Hakyeon rubs the eye mark in his skin.
“Gaining power,” he answers, moving back. Taekwoon looks up, his vision distorted. He drops his hand, finding a similar mark on his hand. Hakyeon smirks, sliding a ring of thorns over Taekwoon's eye.
A/N: I know that Leo is like 26, just roll with it, please. This is more of what I’ve gone through thing. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Fifteen, and my thoughts of what I’d tell my past self. Small about of character death, it’s not too bad.
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Dear Jung Taekwoon of 2012,
It's me. You. Whatever, time things with your own self are confusing. Anyway, it's 2016 here. I supposed to tell what I know.
You'd be ending eighth grade about now or starting ninth grade, turning about fifteen. Congrats, you made it through English. It only gets harder.
I guess I can start with school, seems like a smart place. Study for English, vocabulary is awful, and only gets worse. School is hard, only gets harder, and never seems to be easy. Except in math. Math is easy.
Junior year isn't your best, closely followed by senior year.
You know that boy in your grade? The one with nice skin and a smile which truly lights up the room? The one who actually cares about how your day when and spend all his time dancing? It hurts to think about this, and I don't know if I should say this. But he passes away.
The school cries, you'll cry. Then you'll start to realize that some of the people you're with aren't the best. They'll mock him and say things which start to cut deep. These are the days you start to feel, and they aren't good feelings.
Don't give into peer pressure. You don't want to kiss her. Don't kiss her. Stand up for yourself. Learn to say no.
Also, ask him out. Just do it. Ask out that dork you love with the stupid hair and the stupid glasses and the stupid large nose. Do it before he gets his boyfriend. Do it before he tells you. Do it before it crushes every damn piece of your soul.
That hurts. It hurts more that you can imagine.
So, stop being shy around him. Ask him out. Even if he says no, it'll be worth more to you. You'll get over it faster.
Stop being shy in general. You're a wonderful person. You do wonderful things.
A few other things. I shouldn't make this long. The one you fight with. He's a good person. His tattoos in a few years are very nice. The shy nerd kid who is afraid of you, he'll grow to be a good friend. The one who sits on his phone, smiling to push out his dimples at the photos he sees, he's great to talk with.
You'll make it. You'll meet nice people I swear. There are just many who stand in the way of them. Just keep going. You'll make it. I know you can.
Rating: PG-13, for swearing, booty grabbing and some angst
Word Count: 478
A/N: Angst took this over some. Title thanks to @kyaappucino . She was very helpful when writing this.
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Jaehwan lays on his bed. The music video on his phone is a null piece of background noise. An excellent piece of background noise, not that he'd confess that right now. Every time he watches the video, it starts fine until the ladies start dancing.
“Fuck you, Wonshik,” he whispers, pouring out his bottom lip at the song. He rolls over, watching Wonshik seem to give his approval of her ass.
“Mine is better than hers,” he says, as the video ends.
“Oh, I know.”
Jaehwan whips his head up. Wonshik stands over him, crossing his arms with a smirk.
“Hey,” Jaehwan speaks softly, his eyes dropping down.
“Come here,” Wonshik whispers, as Jaehwan shakes his head.
“No,” he denies, whining out his response. Wonshik taps his foot. Jaehwan sighs, and standing up. He faces Wonshik, pouting slightly. Wonshik takes a step closer, and Jaehwan keeps his eyes away from facing Wonshik's.
“Jealousy doesn't look good on you,” Wonshik comments, resting his hands on Jaehwan's hips.
“I'm not jealous,” Jaehwan denies again, whining more.
“Sure,” Wonshik says, sliding his hands down over Jaehwan's ass. Jaehwan jolts, looking up at Wonshik. “And Taekwoon hates children.”
“What are you doing?” Jaehwan mutters, as Wonshik leans his chin on Jaehwan's shoulder.
“Groping your ass,” Wonshik explains, digging his hands in. Jaehwan gasps into Wonshik's ear.
“Why? You have your choice of the girls in your damn music video,” Jaehwan mutters, before Wonshik digs his fingers in deeper.
“You still are blind after your surgery,” Wonshik mutters, squeezing and releasing the plump flesh. “It's very hard not to notice this nice piece of ass when you show it off everywhere. I feel like I should be the jealous one.”
Jaehwan moans weakly, feeling Wonshik's breath on his neck. “Why?”
“The whole world stares at my boyfriend’s ass, I have every right to be jealous. But it's made up for by the fact that I get to touch and play with it,” Wonshik whispers, digging his fingers into Jaehwan's ass again, pulling him closer.
“It still hurt. You don't look at mine at all,” Jaehwan whispers, hitting Wonshik's body.
“You really are blind. I figured you don't want us to get caught. I look when others aren't,” Wonshik mutters, softening slightly. Jaehwan pouts, feeling Wonshik's hands release his ass.
“I'm sorry,” he whispers, nuzzling into Wonshik's neck. “I'm not used to that.”
Wonshik nuzzles back, before pulling away. He grabs onto Jaehwan's hands, rubbing them with his thumbs.
“It's okay,” he whispers back, dropping his hands. He kisses Jaehwan's slightly pouting lips, before turning away.
“Hey,” Jaehwan calls out, and Wonshik turns back. “I didn't say you were done.”
Wonshik rolls his eyes, grabbing back onto Jaehwan's ass again. Jaehwan wraps his arms around Wonshik's neck. Wonshik chuckles deeply, moving closer to kiss Jaehwan, pulling him closer with a tight squeeze of his ass.
A/N: Yay~! BIV is back up. I have prompts again. So, anyway, soft Ravi is soft and cute.
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Wonshik doesn't know when it started. The small box in the corner of his small closet. Covered by baggy clothing and the odd shoe. The hard plastic covering one of his deeper secrets.
Sometimes when he needs a break he pulls out his box. His members screaming around him around the dorm. He'd open the box, run his fingers over the various flowers which make up his crowns. He would put one on, allowing himself to relax. He'd fix his hair under the crown, smiling a half smile to the mirror he faces while working. When another would happen notice what he was doing, they'd slip in, kiss his head, and tell Wonshik he was beautiful. To which Wonshik would blush, muttering small thanks.
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The rest found out on a day when Wonshik wasn't careful. Sanghyuk found him fixing one with long ribbons over his silver hair. The laughter shattered Wonshik heart, as he called the rest.
Taekwoon was the one who smacked Sanghyuk across the head. Hakyeon kneeled beside Wonshik, cupping his cheek.
“You look nice,” Hakyeon whispered, fixing stray petals. “But I don't think orange is your color.”
Wonshik laughed weakly, as Hakyeon pulled it off. Hakyeon grabbed a different one with red and white roses.
“There you go,” Hakyeon spoke, placing it over Wonshik's hair. He pulled the silver ribbons forward, smiling at Wonshik.
“Thank you,” Wonshik muttered, as Taekwoon pushed Sanghyuk toward him.
“I'm sorry for laughing at you,” Sanghyuk apologized, dipping his head down.
“It's okay,” Wonshik whispered back.
“Now onto the real matters. How do I look?” Jaehwan asked, pulling the attention from everyone, one of Wonshik's crowns on his head. Hongbin rolled his eyes, pulling it off him. “Okay fine.”
“If someone hurts you for liking this, we’ll send Taekwoon after them. Alright?” Hakyeon said, as Hongbin dropped the other crown into Wonshik's box. Wonshik pointed up at Sanghyuk. Sanghyuk's eyes widened before he sprinted out from the room.
Wonshik laughed deeply, playing the ribbons of his crown. Hakyeon turned the crown, smiling at Wonshik. “Are you okay?”
“I'm okay.”
.
.
Wonshik's favorite crowns are the ones his members gave him. Soft purple lilies from Hongbin. Daisies from Jaehwan. Red azaleas from Hakyeon. Pink roses from Taekwoon.
His complete favorite came from Sanghyuk. Baby’s breath, white and soft. It would match nearly everything Wonshik would wear.
Sometimes Wonshik would wear his crowns. Sometimes he'd just pull them out to look at them, rubbing them in his hands.
He likes his crowns, and how beautiful they make him feel. But he loves his friends, and how they make him feel safe.
A/N: Lesbian!Rahyuk is one of my favorite things. This is my first posting since the break, go me. Wonsook is Wonshik and Sanghye is Sanghyuk.
“Are you sure about this?” Hakyeon asks, holding his scissors close. “It's going to take forever to grow back to this length.”
“Just do it, goddamn it,” Wonsook curses, grabbing her chair. Hakyeon sighs, running his fingers through her damp hair.
“Such a nice girl with the mouth of a sailor. What is Sanghye going to say to this?” He mutters, pulling up a lock. Wonsook looks down, rubbing her arms.
“I didn't tell her. I didn't tell anyone,” she confesses, looking back at him. Hakyeon fixes his bright red hair in the mirror. He pulls on Wonsook's ponytail.
“Alright,” Hakyeon sighs, holding the scissors close. “Final chance.”
“Do it,” Wonsook whispers, closing her eyes. Hakyeon nods once, before cutting off the ponytail.
Wonsook plays with her short hair. She smiles weakly, liking how it looks and feels. She sighs, looking at the door. Her nerves grow with each minute passing. She paces the room watching the clock tick down. She sits on the couch, only to stand again. She runs her fingers through her hair again, panic growing.
The door unlocks, and Wonsook moves to the couch. She shakes, legs bouncing.
“Wonnie. I bought spaghetti noodles, maybe with your mom’s sauce recipe we could make something,” Sanghye offers, walking past her. Wonsook exhales, panting slightly. She looks to the kitchen, watching her girlfriend dump plastic bags on the counter.
“Sounds nice,” Wonsook whispers, as Sanghye walks back out. Her heels click on the floor.
“I mean, when was the last time we did something together?” She asks. Her voice trails off as her eyes catch Wonsook’s hair. Wonsook looks down, hiding her face in what hair she has.
“You hate it. Don't you?” She whispers, hiding her face. Sanghye grabs her hands, moving down beside her. Her dress moves up, as she kneels.
“Hey, let me look at you,” she whispers, pulling her hands down. Wonsook pouts, as her red face it revealed. Sanghye moves up to cup her cheeks, tilting her head up. Wonsook's hair falls as a bob, curling out at the ends. Sanghye moves onto Wonsook's lap, running her fingers through her hair.
“It's so soft.”
“I-I'm sorry I didn't say anything,” Wonsook whispers, as Sanghye shakes her head.
“Don't be. It's nice. I like it,” she whispers, pecking her girlfriend’s lips. Wonsook brightens, kissing her back. Sanghye smiles, wrapping her arms around Wonsook's neck. They pull closer, Wonsook's hands on Sanghye’s back. They kiss lazily, mouths open but together. Wonsook's hands rest at Sanghye’s sides when they pull back.
“I fucking love you so damn much,” Wonsook whispers, as Sanghye moves off her.
“I love you too. Come on, we have food to make,” she speaks, running off to the kitchen. Wonsook's smiles, following after her. Her hands wrap around Sanghye’s sides, as she nuzzles into her neck.
“Thank you,” she whispers, kissing the soft skin. She inhales her fruity scent, hugging her.
“I love you. Not your hair. We need to cook,” Sanghye speaks, laughing out. Wonsook pulls her back smiling wide.
“I wanna cuddle and kiss you,” she confesses, turning her around. Sanghye looks down at her, rolling her eyes. She laughs, shaking her head.
“Fine. Let me take off my heels,” she decides, walking off again. Wonsook smiles, following after her. Sanghye sits on their bed. Her heels lay on the floor. She pulls out her hair binder, letting her blonde locks fall. She rolls her neck, before facing the door.
Wonsook walks over to her. She grabs her side, rubbing the black dress. They kiss slowly, falling back on the bed. Wonsook hums, as they move up. Sanghye grabs onto Wonsook's hair, tilting her head. Their legs tangle, as their chests press together. Sanghye pulls back, smirking slightly.
“Not much cuddling going on,” she offers, tilting her head. Wonsook smiles up at her, curling into her side.
“Better?” She whispers, rubbing Sanghye’s hip. Sanghye hums in approval, playing with Wonsook’s hair. Wonsook smiles at the touches, enjoying the nails against her scalp. Wonsook closes her eyes, feeling herself calm. She smiles, curling in closer.
“Cute,” Sanghye whispers, moving her hands slowly. Wonsook nods weakly, slowly drifting off. Light kisses are pressed to her head, meeting the nails. She barely catches the words which come out next.
“Maybe I should finally dye my hair something else,” Sanghye whispers, earning a slow nod. Wonsook does agree, but she falls asleep before saying anything, regretting nothing.
Note: I've been dealing with some personal (for a lack of a better word) shit. I'm just typing it out with VIXX biases.
"RAVI!" I screech, running up to him. "Guess what?"
He scoffs, and turns away. "Go away Ken. I don't care," he demands.
His voice is so cold. His eyes are so harsh, with a cold fire burning inside. I nod slowly, and walk away. I rub my arm, and walk to my shared bedroom. I fall on my bed, and can't help the fresh tears from streaking my face. He never used to be like this to me. We used to chat, and be friends. At least, I think we did. It's probably all a lie now. He sits up on his throne, writing his own shit. Every time I try to do something, he just turns the other way, and doesn't care. He used to help, he used to give me ideas. Now, I'd give it all just for him to notice me, and care about what I write.
The door creaks open, and I wipe my tears. "You can cry."
I sniffle, "Hi Leo." He sits beside me, and holds out a small box of tissues. I smile weakly up at him, and take the box.
"Thanks." He shrugs, and lays beside me.
"Did he do it again?" He asks, as I open the box. I nod, and pull out a tissue. He sighs. "One day, he'll learn." I nod again, and curl into a ball. I blow my running nose. He moves closer to me, and takes me in his arms.
"It's okay to cry. Just know that he's a dick for making you cry," he whispers. I snuggle into his chest.
"I try. I try so fucking hard. It's like he hates me," I cry, allowing my newest tears to fall on his shirt. He coos, and rubs my back. I hiccup, and snuggle closer.
"I doubt he does. He just needs to get his big, egocentric head out of his stupid ass," Leo speaks. I laugh, and lay on his chest. I look up at him.
"Thank you," I thank, smiling up at him.
"No problem, besides I'm the only one allowed to cause you grief," he states, smiling at me. I laugh again, and hit his arm.
"You're a dick," I laugh, smiling at him.
"Shut up," he counters, punching me back. "Feel better?"
"Yeah, but I'm getting tired," I confess, looking up at him.
"Sleep. You'll need it," he commands. I nod, and drift off to his heartbeat. I'll avoid him tomorrow.
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