attached you will find
why haven't you written this year, i ask myself. because everything i try to write requires so much effort. or, i am apparently so commitment-phobic the only things i can finish are things that require less than an hour to write.
3 sentences ficathon fills
slashedsilver
Multipairing, Faculty AU!
(gen)
"Okay, but think about it," Hakyeon insists. "It's not like last year's Christmas party; it's this year's, and you've got me as department chair this time."
"You say that like it's reassuring," says Taekwoon, eyebrows raised. "Almost like you didn't nominate yourself for a job nobody else wanted."
"I knew I could count on you," Hakyeon tells him with a pat on his arm. "Do you think Sanghyuk's forgiven me yet for dumping the Medical Law and Ethics graduate seminar on him? I want to put him in charge of fruit." He falters a bit under Taekwoon's hard gaze. "Okay, grapes. In charge of grapes. Fermented grapes. Wine. I'm putting him in charge of wine--don't look at me like that, he's the one with the sommelier certificate, not me!"
thunggyu
Any member, "I don't want to do this anymore." (Disbandment!AU)
(gen)
this is it, he thinks helplessly, when the lights onstage cast shadows so large that they swallow all hope. this is the end.
the final show, the final bow, won't be for another year--two, three years, maybe--but it all starts today, when every step becomes a drag, and every word cuts deeper than the last.
slashedsilver
Any VIXX member, fear
(gen)
he's cursed, and he knows it. a penance for a life before, perhaps, to have to live now, surrounded by mirrors and cameras, where every moment is a moment captured, a reminder of his sins (past, present, and future).
the world is always watching, he knows, but he wonders when anyone will realize that he's seen the face of true evil, and that it lives within himself.
Anonymous
any pairing; "thanks for nothing"
(leo/n)
"thanks for nothing," he cracks, the laughter ringing hollow to his own ears, because it is what it is; taekwoon is a suit of armor dipped in kevlar and reinforced with steel. hakyeon should've known better than to try to break him down, to disassemble him piece by guarded piece, because in the end, he's still the one bitter and hurt and alone. because somewhere along the line, when he's poured all his might into getting taekwoon to let him in, he forgot to protect himself.
wykedpanda
ot6; pacific rim AU- the final drop
(leo/n)
things like this are bound to happen when you spend days on end fusing your memories, emotions, your very soul with another person, no longer where you end and the other begins--ghost-drifting, the researchers called, when two pilots failed to fully disconnect from each other long after their link had been pulled out.
hakyeon doesn't mind much; there are worse things in life than going about his days with a bit of taekwoon lingering in him. he can't even bring himself to be surprised when their blood tests come back with eerily similar radiation levels in their system (never let it be said that mark-1s aren't deadly), and they walk together to their last drop in rovix, minds clear and hearts strangely light, knowing that this yamarashi doesn't stand a chance against them, not when they've no longer got anything to lose.
Anonymous
N/Ken, Avengers AU
jaehwan is staring at him with such a hopeful earnestness, hakyeon is immediately suspicious. he's rocking back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind him, as the sleek metal armor behind him glistens almost coquettishly.
"no," hakyeon says fervently. "jaehwan, no."
"but--"
"no," hakyeon repeats emphatically. "it starts with one robocop, and next thing it's an army, and then you've got fucking 1984 circa 21st century Seoul."
"okay," says jaehwan. "but like, i'm smarter than that. maybe. i'm sure of it. i've got it under control, i swear."
"for a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist," says hakyeon, with feeling. "you're an idiot."
Anonymous
fem VIXX
(leo/n)
“you don’t have homework,” taekwoon says, her voice soft. she scoots her chair closer so their thighs are casually touching, one hand flipping through the pages of an essay hakyeon finished last night; the other hand, not so casually trailing past the hem of hakyeon’s skirt.
“so i don’t,” hakyeon admits. “but it’s never too early to get a head start.”
she glances around to make sure they’re well-hidden. everyone else is too engrossed in their studies to pay them any interest. hakyeon looks back to see taekwoon watching her, the peach scent of her perfume pulling hakyeon in until she feels soft lips against hers.
Anonymous
VIXX, at the end of the world there is still Lee Jaehwan and his mosquito impressions
(gen)
It feels ridiculous to laugh when Wonshik is in danger of losing a leg and Taekwoon's bones are a little too prominent for anyone's liking, but that's Jaehwan--all ridiculousness and no grace, inviting them to laugh at him, with him, mocking or not, because it's been too long since they've let their smiles reach their eyes.
Hongbin's voice is a little too bright, and Sanghyuk's chuckle is almost cough, but he'll take it, a giggle, a huff, an upturned grimace, anything to make the end--and the end is inevitable--a little easier. But then he looks to Taekwoon and sees the grief, and he falters, unsure, and the illusion of peace is shattered.
Anonymous
Any member, trial by fire
(gen)
He's not sure what he was thinking, requesting trial by combat. The red priest's eyes glint eerily in the moonlight. "The night is dark and full of terrors," he begins to chant, and Taekwoon tunes him out, working to keep his face blank and expressionless when the priest's sword is engulfed in flames.
He takes a deep breath and reminds himself that he is of the Ironborn, that what is dead may never die, that fire means nothing in the face of the Drowned God. He thinks of Hakyeon behind him, cold, and chained, but unbroken, the fierceness of his gaze, a source of strength for Taekwoon. Most of all though, Taekwoon thinks of finally going home.
jeodoboleo
vixx, they buy a 'return to vixx' t-shirt for ken and 'we are vixx' for everyone else
(gen)
He doesn't speak to them for a full twenty minutes after they show him their handiwork, and they spend the rest of his birthday cajoling him and buying back into his good graces with sweets and meat.
But after he gets distracted by a vendor selling balloons at Everland, he has to begrudgingly admit the shirt has its uses. That and a girl in a mermaid costume and tie-dyed wig shyly hands him her number after she's led him to them.
taek_givewoon
N/Leo, first date
Hakyeon fondly remembers their first date as a late afternoon walk through Dongdaemun, chattering away while Taekwoon listened amicably, allowing their shoulders to brush more often than not, and hurriedly wolfing down their ice creams so as not to miss their bus.
Taekwoon remembers stolen kisses in empty practice rooms, an arm around his waist in the hot summer heat, birthday surprises involving more cake than their respective diets strictly allowed. Most importantly though, he remembers Hakyeon turning towards him in a car of bone-tired boys, brown eyes wide and sincere, voice soft as he whispered, "I love you," and Taekwoon finding himself rushing to say it back.
alesserrain
VIXX, I want to take my keyboard and smack the author on the other side (fandom AU)
(gen)
Hongbin clicks nervously through the open tabs on his browser, periodically returning to his Gmail to check his inbox. It remains disappointingly empty, but a glance at the time tells him to wait a little longer. The night is still young, and Channnnn was the nightliest night owl Hongbin had ever chanced upon in his internet upbringing.
To kill time, he returns his open document, frowning at the lines that were causing him so much trouble. Normally, he would've given up, and just ran with it. Fanfiction was a hobby, and Hongbin made it a mission to never let it stress him out. His words had their good days and their bad, but on the whole, it was supposed to be fun, so Hongbin tried to never think too much about it.
He'd made so many friends through writing, Channnnn being one of them. He'd always felt fannish love was very pure, and was glad to have been welcomed as warmly as he dared to hope. Undoubtedly, he would receive encouragement and support for his latest venture, but this--his magnum opus, his plot-heavy, character-driven love child--was different.
When he'd first broached the topic of original works, Hongbin had wanted to quit as soon as he'd opened his mouth, but Channnnn had capslocked incoherently in the chatroom for nearly an hour without pause, JL3O had metaphorically strangled every trope and cliche Hongbin had dared to mention, kennethlee29 and HRHsh had actually managed to be helpful and encouraging without making Hongbin regret ever mentioning this folly.
And here he was now, with a word count Hongbin had only dared to dream of, and an end finally in sight. HRHsh and JL30 had ripped his first draft of 85,000 words down to a more humble 60,000, but kennethlee29 had dared to suggest rewriting a key plot point which now left him with a sizable 73,000 words with change.
Channnnn, however, would have final say. Hongbin had always respected his opinion, and Channnnn had never let him down before. His first story had been beta-ed by Channnnn, and he credits his friend with the positive reception his debut had garnered because though his constant capslocking may not have shown, Channnnn was a very good editor. (In retrospect, he didn't know why he'd been surprised to find out that Channnnn was a literature major, currently mired in graduate school.)
His Gmail tab suddenly shifts to show "(1) Inbox", and Hongbin sucks in a breath.
"I HATE YOU." which is hardly the helpful response he'd been expecting. Hongbin says as much.
"I just want to take my feelings and punch you with them," comes the reply, and Hongbin's rather touched by the sincerity of it. "Do you have time? Get on chat I need to break this shit down before I brEAK YOUR FACE JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU."
Hongbin grins. It's going to be a late night, and he's going to hate himself come morning, but for now, he opens the flashing chat window, and loses himself in words.
Anonymous
Neo
Let out the beast
every full moon, they run. they learn to slip by the shadows in the back alleys of seoul, paws padding quietly along the streets, howling to gauge the distances between them. wonshik prefers to stalk the outskirts of gangnam while hongbin wanders the tranquil parks of jongno; jaehwan and sanghyuk frequent seongdong's seoul forest, roughhousing and stumping park security with the number of holes that mysteriously appear each month.
hakyeon is careful to take no preference. he sniffs out the most deserted place and lopes off to find a comfortable place to burrow down for the night. he's always sure to find somewhere big enough for two because taekwoon is never far.
he's nosing at the edge of a deserted outdoor auditorium when a large beast barrels into him, knocking him onto his back, and he lets out a yelp of surprise. taekwoon is heavy, pushing down on him with a vengeance, but hakyeon, as ever, refuses to be cowed, and he bears his fangs, snapping at taekwoon's neck, reminding him that his submissions are his choice, not taekwoon's right. alpha or not, hakyeon won't hesitate to put him in his place.
taekwoon snarls, teeth and claws raking into hakyeon's fur, drawing blood, and hakyeon, furious, throws him off forcefully, scrambling to his feet before launching himself at taekwoon with well-practiced aim. taekwoon's claws sink into his belly, but he doesn't care, he's got his jaws around taekwoon's neck, and he bites down hard enough for the fur to become sticky with blood, but even as taekwoon goes limp and lowers his head, yielding, hakyeon can't help but huff with fond annoyance, for the quirk of taekwoon's head is too proud to be genuine. and he knows. he knows taekwoon is just messing with him, that he'll lick away the wounds later when they're huddled together in whatever spot hakyeon's dug up, but he swats at taekwoon's nose anyway, pleased when taekwoon flinches, because he can. because this is how they are.
alesserrain
Vixx, office AU
(gen)
The coffee machine is ruined once again because Wonshik decided he was going to try to make a latte in the French press. Hongbin looks up "cheap aeropress" on Amazon.
"I don't understand why you do this," he mutters, scrolling past prices he knows Hakyeon absolutely won't approve. "It's like you're trying to insure I kill you in the midst of my impending caffeine withdrawal."
"I, for one, appreciate the effort," says Jaehwan solemnly as he takes a sip of chamomile tea. "We need more people like you who think out of the box. Creative minds go far in the corporate world."
Hongbin makes a mental note to dig two graves once he's found the nearest coffeeshop willing to deliver.
--
"Hongbin wants to expense a new coffee maker, a milk frother, and a shovel," Taekwoon reads dutifully from the list of reports CC'd to Hakyeon's inbox. "Sanghyuk would like to a notarized signature of approval for his impending order of concentrated sulfuric acid, nitroglycerin, and motor oil." He turns around. "It doesn't say how he's planning on storing all of that."
Hakyeon sinks lower into his seat, barely visible over his desk, the "Staff Manager" plaque glinting glumly in the fluorescent light, and shakes his head slowly at Taekwoon's steadily increasing panicked gaze, whispering, "Hell no."
thunggyu
Any. "You know what the problem is? It's that I'm yours, but you're not mine."
(Hongbin/Ravi)
It starts out almost as a dare, the two of them sniping at each other good-naturedly until one day, Wonshik looks over, and Hongbin's bent over a desk, chatting with a backup dancer, and Wonshik can see the tease of skin beneath his shirt, thinks about how lovely it would look covered in bruises and bite marks.
Hongbin doesn't rebuff him. Maybe he looks at Wonshik a little unsure, a little confused, but he gives as good as he gets, sassing Wonshik and leaving touches that linger just slightly too long to be platonic.
One night, Hongbin presses a finger against the pulse of his wrist, and Wonshik goes. He takes Hongbin apart, refusing to stop until Hongbin's a sobbing, shaking mess beneath him, pleading incoherently until his begging is reduced to nothing else but, "More, more, more."
But he comes to love it. He loves the way Hongbin stretches out beneath him, back arched beautifully as Wonshik fucks into him, relentless, fingers pressing bruises into his hips and along the back of his neck. He loves Hongbin's moans, always throaty and delicious, like a prize Wonshik has to win with every thrust. He loves the sound of his name when Hongbin cries out, when he clenches around Wonshik's cock as he comes, when he sinks into the sheets, boneless from orgasm. He loves how Hongbin purrs, sleepy with satisfaction, how perfectly they fit together, Hongbin tucked into his side, Wonshik's arm thrown lazily across his waist.
It just feels natural to say, "I love you," as he traces empty patterns across Hongbin's chest, an easy slip of an afterthought.
To his credit, Hongbin doesn't move away. He stays where he is, looking at Wonshik like he doesn't quite believe him. He doesn't say, "Stop," doesn't say, "I love you, too," doesn't laugh like Wonshik's being ridculous, but he smiles his secret smile, the one that Wonshik will never understand, and Wonshik comes to the sinking realization then that this was never about love--that it was about conquest, and Wonshik has just surrendered.
Anonymous
Leo/N
you give your all but I want more
It's no secret that Taekwoon loves Hakyeon.
Taekwoon is reserved but quick-tempered. He isn't the easiest person to get along with, so the fact that Hakyeon tries, that he tries so hard for Taekwoon, is something Taekwoon will forever appreciate. It doesn't make things easy, but it does make them easier. Taekwoon tries to speak more freely and openly, and Hakyeon tries not to focus so much on what Taekwoon isn't saying than what he is.
He tries to be more patient because despite his best efforts, Hakyeon cannot actually read Taekwoon's mind, that at best, he can only guess what Taekwoon is thinking and respond accordingly. Taekwoon tries not to hold it against him when Hakyeon gets things wrong because it's not his fault, it really isn't, but there's a part of him that can't help but feel disappointed when he does. Hakyeon is only human, but in Taekwoon's mind, he is so much more, and it hurts to see the illusion of him stripped away.
He knows it isn't fair, that no one in the world, not even himself, could live up to the expectations he sets, but Hakyeon tries, and that's so much more than what Taekwoon deserves so maybe, if Hakyeon can try, then Taekwoon can, too, and perhaps, if they both try hard enough, everything will be fine.
Anonymous
Any, I don't like coffee but you bought me one and your really hot so I'm gonna drink it and pretend I like it
(Leo/N)
The short version goes something like this: Hakyeon likes sunshine and flowers and basking in the early morning sun while his cat flicks its tail beseechingly at his face. Taekwoon likes coffee in the rain and nighttime walks in the city and running until his breath comes in gasps and his calves ache for every mile he's pounded into the pavement. Last year, Hakyeon wouldn't go near a latte with a ten-foot pole, but now, he'll accept a cup of coffee with a generous helping of sugar and coffee-cream ratio of 1:1.
The long version starts a little less tastefully:
Hongbin is giving him a Look--the kind of Look that says, "You talk like you just want to hear the sound of your own voice," and "How can I politely but aggressively ask you to fuck off," in a single pointed stare. Hakyeon ignores it easily. 10 years and college had been enough for him to build a healthy immunity toward such trivial things.
"So handsome," Hakyeon reiterates, for posterity. "Hongbin, are you listening? Tall, dark, and handsome." He's quite tempted to swoon because the hot Adonis that had profusely apologized in a soft, gentle voice for the terrier that had ran circles around Hakyeon, tangling him in its leash was so utterly, ridicuously handsome.
"I'm listening," Hongbin grunts, unimpressed. "You're getting coffee from some stranger who decided to flirt with you a la 101 Dalmatians--" Hakyeon does swoon a bit then, clutching at the counter to support himself, beaming stupidly as Hongbin glares down at him. "--so at what point did you decide to tell him you hate coffee?"
Hakyeon straightens up and frowns at him. "You have completely missed the point," he says flatly. "Like, by a hundred thousand miles."
"Relationships aren't built on lies," Hongbin retorts, the jaded dick.
"I don't hate coffee," Hakyeon insists.
Hongbin raises an eyebrow. "You definitely don't drink it."
"I'd drink it if Adonis bought one for me," says Hakyeon defensively, which is in fact, true, because Hakyeon's not about to pass up the chance to be given a cup of coffee by the god of his dreams.
"He could be a serial killer," Hongbin says seriously, turning back to his studies, which is the closest Hakyeon's going to get to surrender. "He could be feeding you just to kill you."
"Worth it," Hakyeon replies readily, earning him a stack of infectious disease flashcards to his face.
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slashedsilver
Multipairing, Faculty AU!
(gen)
"Okay, but think about it," Hakyeon insists. "It's not like last year's Christmas party; it's this year's, and you've got me as department chair this time."
"You say that like it's reassuring," says Taekwoon, eyebrows raised. "Almost like you didn't nominate yourself for a job nobody else wanted."
"I knew I could count on you," Hakyeon tells him with a pat on his arm. "Do you think Sanghyuk's forgiven me yet for dumping the Medical Law and Ethics graduate seminar on him? I want to put him in charge of fruit." He falters a bit under Taekwoon's hard gaze. "Okay, grapes. In charge of grapes. Fermented grapes. Wine. I'm putting him in charge of wine--don't look at me like that, he's the one with the sommelier certificate, not me!"
thunggyu
Any member, "I don't want to do this anymore." (Disbandment!AU)
(gen)
this is it, he thinks helplessly, when the lights onstage cast shadows so large that they swallow all hope. this is the end.
the final show, the final bow, won't be for another year--two, three years, maybe--but it all starts today, when every step becomes a drag, and every word cuts deeper than the last.
slashedsilver
Any VIXX member, fear
(gen)
he's cursed, and he knows it. a penance for a life before, perhaps, to have to live now, surrounded by mirrors and cameras, where every moment is a moment captured, a reminder of his sins (past, present, and future).
the world is always watching, he knows, but he wonders when anyone will realize that he's seen the face of true evil, and that it lives within himself.
Anonymous
any pairing; "thanks for nothing"
(leo/n)
"thanks for nothing," he cracks, the laughter ringing hollow to his own ears, because it is what it is; taekwoon is a suit of armor dipped in kevlar and reinforced with steel. hakyeon should've known better than to try to break him down, to disassemble him piece by guarded piece, because in the end, he's still the one bitter and hurt and alone. because somewhere along the line, when he's poured all his might into getting taekwoon to let him in, he forgot to protect himself.
wykedpanda
ot6; pacific rim AU- the final drop
(leo/n)
things like this are bound to happen when you spend days on end fusing your memories, emotions, your very soul with another person, no longer where you end and the other begins--ghost-drifting, the researchers called, when two pilots failed to fully disconnect from each other long after their link had been pulled out.
hakyeon doesn't mind much; there are worse things in life than going about his days with a bit of taekwoon lingering in him. he can't even bring himself to be surprised when their blood tests come back with eerily similar radiation levels in their system (never let it be said that mark-1s aren't deadly), and they walk together to their last drop in rovix, minds clear and hearts strangely light, knowing that this yamarashi doesn't stand a chance against them, not when they've no longer got anything to lose.
Anonymous
N/Ken, Avengers AU
jaehwan is staring at him with such a hopeful earnestness, hakyeon is immediately suspicious. he's rocking back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind him, as the sleek metal armor behind him glistens almost coquettishly.
"no," hakyeon says fervently. "jaehwan, no."
"but--"
"no," hakyeon repeats emphatically. "it starts with one robocop, and next thing it's an army, and then you've got fucking 1984 circa 21st century Seoul."
"okay," says jaehwan. "but like, i'm smarter than that. maybe. i'm sure of it. i've got it under control, i swear."
"for a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist," says hakyeon, with feeling. "you're an idiot."
Anonymous
fem VIXX
(leo/n)
“you don’t have homework,” taekwoon says, her voice soft. she scoots her chair closer so their thighs are casually touching, one hand flipping through the pages of an essay hakyeon finished last night; the other hand, not so casually trailing past the hem of hakyeon’s skirt.
“so i don’t,” hakyeon admits. “but it’s never too early to get a head start.”
she glances around to make sure they’re well-hidden. everyone else is too engrossed in their studies to pay them any interest. hakyeon looks back to see taekwoon watching her, the peach scent of her perfume pulling hakyeon in until she feels soft lips against hers.
Anonymous
VIXX, at the end of the world there is still Lee Jaehwan and his mosquito impressions
(gen)
It feels ridiculous to laugh when Wonshik is in danger of losing a leg and Taekwoon's bones are a little too prominent for anyone's liking, but that's Jaehwan--all ridiculousness and no grace, inviting them to laugh at him, with him, mocking or not, because it's been too long since they've let their smiles reach their eyes.
Hongbin's voice is a little too bright, and Sanghyuk's chuckle is almost cough, but he'll take it, a giggle, a huff, an upturned grimace, anything to make the end--and the end is inevitable--a little easier. But then he looks to Taekwoon and sees the grief, and he falters, unsure, and the illusion of peace is shattered.
Anonymous
Any member, trial by fire
(gen)
He's not sure what he was thinking, requesting trial by combat. The red priest's eyes glint eerily in the moonlight. "The night is dark and full of terrors," he begins to chant, and Taekwoon tunes him out, working to keep his face blank and expressionless when the priest's sword is engulfed in flames.
He takes a deep breath and reminds himself that he is of the Ironborn, that what is dead may never die, that fire means nothing in the face of the Drowned God. He thinks of Hakyeon behind him, cold, and chained, but unbroken, the fierceness of his gaze, a source of strength for Taekwoon. Most of all though, Taekwoon thinks of finally going home.
jeodoboleo
vixx, they buy a 'return to vixx' t-shirt for ken and 'we are vixx' for everyone else
(gen)
He doesn't speak to them for a full twenty minutes after they show him their handiwork, and they spend the rest of his birthday cajoling him and buying back into his good graces with sweets and meat.
But after he gets distracted by a vendor selling balloons at Everland, he has to begrudgingly admit the shirt has its uses. That and a girl in a mermaid costume and tie-dyed wig shyly hands him her number after she's led him to them.
taek_givewoon
N/Leo, first date
Hakyeon fondly remembers their first date as a late afternoon walk through Dongdaemun, chattering away while Taekwoon listened amicably, allowing their shoulders to brush more often than not, and hurriedly wolfing down their ice creams so as not to miss their bus.
Taekwoon remembers stolen kisses in empty practice rooms, an arm around his waist in the hot summer heat, birthday surprises involving more cake than their respective diets strictly allowed. Most importantly though, he remembers Hakyeon turning towards him in a car of bone-tired boys, brown eyes wide and sincere, voice soft as he whispered, "I love you," and Taekwoon finding himself rushing to say it back.
alesserrain
VIXX, I want to take my keyboard and smack the author on the other side (fandom AU)
(gen)
Hongbin clicks nervously through the open tabs on his browser, periodically returning to his Gmail to check his inbox. It remains disappointingly empty, but a glance at the time tells him to wait a little longer. The night is still young, and Channnnn was the nightliest night owl Hongbin had ever chanced upon in his internet upbringing.
To kill time, he returns his open document, frowning at the lines that were causing him so much trouble. Normally, he would've given up, and just ran with it. Fanfiction was a hobby, and Hongbin made it a mission to never let it stress him out. His words had their good days and their bad, but on the whole, it was supposed to be fun, so Hongbin tried to never think too much about it.
He'd made so many friends through writing, Channnnn being one of them. He'd always felt fannish love was very pure, and was glad to have been welcomed as warmly as he dared to hope. Undoubtedly, he would receive encouragement and support for his latest venture, but this--his magnum opus, his plot-heavy, character-driven love child--was different.
When he'd first broached the topic of original works, Hongbin had wanted to quit as soon as he'd opened his mouth, but Channnnn had capslocked incoherently in the chatroom for nearly an hour without pause, JL3O had metaphorically strangled every trope and cliche Hongbin had dared to mention, kennethlee29 and HRHsh had actually managed to be helpful and encouraging without making Hongbin regret ever mentioning this folly.
And here he was now, with a word count Hongbin had only dared to dream of, and an end finally in sight. HRHsh and JL30 had ripped his first draft of 85,000 words down to a more humble 60,000, but kennethlee29 had dared to suggest rewriting a key plot point which now left him with a sizable 73,000 words with change.
Channnnn, however, would have final say. Hongbin had always respected his opinion, and Channnnn had never let him down before. His first story had been beta-ed by Channnnn, and he credits his friend with the positive reception his debut had garnered because though his constant capslocking may not have shown, Channnnn was a very good editor. (In retrospect, he didn't know why he'd been surprised to find out that Channnnn was a literature major, currently mired in graduate school.)
His Gmail tab suddenly shifts to show "(1) Inbox", and Hongbin sucks in a breath.
"I HATE YOU." which is hardly the helpful response he'd been expecting. Hongbin says as much.
"I just want to take my feelings and punch you with them," comes the reply, and Hongbin's rather touched by the sincerity of it. "Do you have time? Get on chat I need to break this shit down before I brEAK YOUR FACE JESUS CHRIST I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU."
Hongbin grins. It's going to be a late night, and he's going to hate himself come morning, but for now, he opens the flashing chat window, and loses himself in words.
Anonymous
Neo
Let out the beast
every full moon, they run. they learn to slip by the shadows in the back alleys of seoul, paws padding quietly along the streets, howling to gauge the distances between them. wonshik prefers to stalk the outskirts of gangnam while hongbin wanders the tranquil parks of jongno; jaehwan and sanghyuk frequent seongdong's seoul forest, roughhousing and stumping park security with the number of holes that mysteriously appear each month.
hakyeon is careful to take no preference. he sniffs out the most deserted place and lopes off to find a comfortable place to burrow down for the night. he's always sure to find somewhere big enough for two because taekwoon is never far.
he's nosing at the edge of a deserted outdoor auditorium when a large beast barrels into him, knocking him onto his back, and he lets out a yelp of surprise. taekwoon is heavy, pushing down on him with a vengeance, but hakyeon, as ever, refuses to be cowed, and he bears his fangs, snapping at taekwoon's neck, reminding him that his submissions are his choice, not taekwoon's right. alpha or not, hakyeon won't hesitate to put him in his place.
taekwoon snarls, teeth and claws raking into hakyeon's fur, drawing blood, and hakyeon, furious, throws him off forcefully, scrambling to his feet before launching himself at taekwoon with well-practiced aim. taekwoon's claws sink into his belly, but he doesn't care, he's got his jaws around taekwoon's neck, and he bites down hard enough for the fur to become sticky with blood, but even as taekwoon goes limp and lowers his head, yielding, hakyeon can't help but huff with fond annoyance, for the quirk of taekwoon's head is too proud to be genuine. and he knows. he knows taekwoon is just messing with him, that he'll lick away the wounds later when they're huddled together in whatever spot hakyeon's dug up, but he swats at taekwoon's nose anyway, pleased when taekwoon flinches, because he can. because this is how they are.
alesserrain
Vixx, office AU
(gen)
The coffee machine is ruined once again because Wonshik decided he was going to try to make a latte in the French press. Hongbin looks up "cheap aeropress" on Amazon.
"I don't understand why you do this," he mutters, scrolling past prices he knows Hakyeon absolutely won't approve. "It's like you're trying to insure I kill you in the midst of my impending caffeine withdrawal."
"I, for one, appreciate the effort," says Jaehwan solemnly as he takes a sip of chamomile tea. "We need more people like you who think out of the box. Creative minds go far in the corporate world."
Hongbin makes a mental note to dig two graves once he's found the nearest coffeeshop willing to deliver.
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"Hongbin wants to expense a new coffee maker, a milk frother, and a shovel," Taekwoon reads dutifully from the list of reports CC'd to Hakyeon's inbox. "Sanghyuk would like to a notarized signature of approval for his impending order of concentrated sulfuric acid, nitroglycerin, and motor oil." He turns around. "It doesn't say how he's planning on storing all of that."
Hakyeon sinks lower into his seat, barely visible over his desk, the "Staff Manager" plaque glinting glumly in the fluorescent light, and shakes his head slowly at Taekwoon's steadily increasing panicked gaze, whispering, "Hell no."
thunggyu
Any. "You know what the problem is? It's that I'm yours, but you're not mine."
(Hongbin/Ravi)
It starts out almost as a dare, the two of them sniping at each other good-naturedly until one day, Wonshik looks over, and Hongbin's bent over a desk, chatting with a backup dancer, and Wonshik can see the tease of skin beneath his shirt, thinks about how lovely it would look covered in bruises and bite marks.
Hongbin doesn't rebuff him. Maybe he looks at Wonshik a little unsure, a little confused, but he gives as good as he gets, sassing Wonshik and leaving touches that linger just slightly too long to be platonic.
One night, Hongbin presses a finger against the pulse of his wrist, and Wonshik goes. He takes Hongbin apart, refusing to stop until Hongbin's a sobbing, shaking mess beneath him, pleading incoherently until his begging is reduced to nothing else but, "More, more, more."
But he comes to love it. He loves the way Hongbin stretches out beneath him, back arched beautifully as Wonshik fucks into him, relentless, fingers pressing bruises into his hips and along the back of his neck. He loves Hongbin's moans, always throaty and delicious, like a prize Wonshik has to win with every thrust. He loves the sound of his name when Hongbin cries out, when he clenches around Wonshik's cock as he comes, when he sinks into the sheets, boneless from orgasm. He loves how Hongbin purrs, sleepy with satisfaction, how perfectly they fit together, Hongbin tucked into his side, Wonshik's arm thrown lazily across his waist.
It just feels natural to say, "I love you," as he traces empty patterns across Hongbin's chest, an easy slip of an afterthought.
To his credit, Hongbin doesn't move away. He stays where he is, looking at Wonshik like he doesn't quite believe him. He doesn't say, "Stop," doesn't say, "I love you, too," doesn't laugh like Wonshik's being ridculous, but he smiles his secret smile, the one that Wonshik will never understand, and Wonshik comes to the sinking realization then that this was never about love--that it was about conquest, and Wonshik has just surrendered.
Anonymous
Leo/N
you give your all but I want more
It's no secret that Taekwoon loves Hakyeon.
Taekwoon is reserved but quick-tempered. He isn't the easiest person to get along with, so the fact that Hakyeon tries, that he tries so hard for Taekwoon, is something Taekwoon will forever appreciate. It doesn't make things easy, but it does make them easier. Taekwoon tries to speak more freely and openly, and Hakyeon tries not to focus so much on what Taekwoon isn't saying than what he is.
He tries to be more patient because despite his best efforts, Hakyeon cannot actually read Taekwoon's mind, that at best, he can only guess what Taekwoon is thinking and respond accordingly. Taekwoon tries not to hold it against him when Hakyeon gets things wrong because it's not his fault, it really isn't, but there's a part of him that can't help but feel disappointed when he does. Hakyeon is only human, but in Taekwoon's mind, he is so much more, and it hurts to see the illusion of him stripped away.
He knows it isn't fair, that no one in the world, not even himself, could live up to the expectations he sets, but Hakyeon tries, and that's so much more than what Taekwoon deserves so maybe, if Hakyeon can try, then Taekwoon can, too, and perhaps, if they both try hard enough, everything will be fine.
Anonymous
Any, I don't like coffee but you bought me one and your really hot so I'm gonna drink it and pretend I like it
(Leo/N)
The short version goes something like this: Hakyeon likes sunshine and flowers and basking in the early morning sun while his cat flicks its tail beseechingly at his face. Taekwoon likes coffee in the rain and nighttime walks in the city and running until his breath comes in gasps and his calves ache for every mile he's pounded into the pavement. Last year, Hakyeon wouldn't go near a latte with a ten-foot pole, but now, he'll accept a cup of coffee with a generous helping of sugar and coffee-cream ratio of 1:1.
The long version starts a little less tastefully:
Hongbin is giving him a Look--the kind of Look that says, "You talk like you just want to hear the sound of your own voice," and "How can I politely but aggressively ask you to fuck off," in a single pointed stare. Hakyeon ignores it easily. 10 years and college had been enough for him to build a healthy immunity toward such trivial things.
"So handsome," Hakyeon reiterates, for posterity. "Hongbin, are you listening? Tall, dark, and handsome." He's quite tempted to swoon because the hot Adonis that had profusely apologized in a soft, gentle voice for the terrier that had ran circles around Hakyeon, tangling him in its leash was so utterly, ridicuously handsome.
"I'm listening," Hongbin grunts, unimpressed. "You're getting coffee from some stranger who decided to flirt with you a la 101 Dalmatians--" Hakyeon does swoon a bit then, clutching at the counter to support himself, beaming stupidly as Hongbin glares down at him. "--so at what point did you decide to tell him you hate coffee?"
Hakyeon straightens up and frowns at him. "You have completely missed the point," he says flatly. "Like, by a hundred thousand miles."
"Relationships aren't built on lies," Hongbin retorts, the jaded dick.
"I don't hate coffee," Hakyeon insists.
Hongbin raises an eyebrow. "You definitely don't drink it."
"I'd drink it if Adonis bought one for me," says Hakyeon defensively, which is in fact, true, because Hakyeon's not about to pass up the chance to be given a cup of coffee by the god of his dreams.
"He could be a serial killer," Hongbin says seriously, turning back to his studies, which is the closest Hakyeon's going to get to surrender. "He could be feeding you just to kill you."
"Worth it," Hakyeon replies readily, earning him a stack of infectious disease flashcards to his face.