vixx drabble exercises (multipairing)
I literally dumped the first five prompts I got from the VIXX generator and went to town. Enjoy!
you aren't that bad
ken/hongbin, tumbling au
pg, 469w
"Arch your back more."
Jaehwan did, and still he fell face-first onto the blue mat. Hongbin shook his head and helped Jaehwan back to his feet. The poor guy looked dazed and exhausted, but he hadn't given up yet. That was more than Hongbin could say for the rest of the new members. Jaehwan wheezed and plopped down on the met and Hongbin joined him.
"I don't get it," Jaehwan grumbled as he accepted a water bottle. "You make it look so easy. Show me again."
Hongbin rolled his eyes, but got to his feet. Watching and doing were two very different things, but there was a small part of him that kind of liked to show off. Especially to Jaehwan.
Taking a deep breath, Hongbin raised his hands above his head before he took off. His hands went down, his feet sailed over his head and then second they hit the ground again, he launched himself up in an impressive back flip. Jaehwan watched in awe and cheered wildly, much to the dismay of the girl's gymnastic team who were practicing on the other side of the gym. Hongbin smiled shyly and sat back down. Heaving a sigh, Jaehwan flopped back onto the mat in despair.
"I'll never be able to do that, not in time for the tournament."
"Don't think about the tournament right now," Hongbin chided him. "For now we need to get you tumbling at all. There's no need to worry about doing it well."
Jaehwan scooted just enough to shoot Hongbin a glare. "How honest of you."
Hongbin laughed and shook his head again. Frankly he was surprised the team had any new members at all. Tumbling wasn't a popular sport, but Hongbin loved it. He loved being able to do such an amazing thing, something that didn't come naturally to anyone. His skill was a sign of his hard work and dedication. His demonstration had attracted three new members at the beginning of the year, but only Jaehwan was left now. Hakyeon backed out when he took his first fall. Wonsik ran away screaming when he saw their unusual uniforms. Jaehwan, though, had stayed. Fall after fall, Jaehwan kept picking himself back up and trying again. It wasn't like Jaehwan didn't have other options. He was popular, fun, outgoing, not nearly as awkward as Hongbin was when in a group. Jaehwan had his pick of clubs, but he'd chosen tumbling.
"Why the hell did you join this team anyway?" Hongbin asked, voicing his thoughts.
At first Jaehwan was silent and Hongbin worried the weird guy had fallen asleep. Then Jaehwan sat up and beamed at Hongbin, a smile so bright Hongbin felt his heart leap into his throat.
"I like your ass," he said.
And then Hongbin threw the bottle in Jaehwan's face.
close the door
ken/hongbin
nc-17, 606w
Hongbin gasped as the lock clicked behind him, and Jaehwan's body pressed so close neither of them could take a complete breath. Each shallow breath made Hongbin's pulse quicken more, and Jaehwan grinned and buried his face against Hongbin's neck. Depending on his mood Jaehwan could be the cuddliest of people and the roughest. Tonight was a night they didn't need to rush; Hakyeon had taken a few of them out for ice scream and only Wonsik remained in the dorm, passed out in front of his computer in the second bedroom.
That didn't mean that Hongbin wasn't nervous. In these moments they risked everything, but he couldn't say he regretted them. Not when he got to be close to Jaehwan, hold and touch him the way he only dreamed about on most days. The way Jaehwan groaned and rocked his body against Hongbin's made it clear Jaehwan didn't regret much, either. Not enough to stop, anyway.
"Hyung," he breathed into Jaehwan's mouth as their lips met. His hands slid down Jaehwan's back to cup his ass and pull him closer. Jaehwan's hardness rubbed against his own and Hongbin tensed at the friction. Wonsik's snores echoed outside the door, giving Hongbin something to focus on or he might just lose it already. It had been way too damn long. Jaehwan's fingers were sliding under Hongbin's t-shirt and Hongbin couldn't be bothered to remove his hands from Jaehwan's ass to do something about it. Instead he shivered at the cold air against his skin and chuckled against Jaehwan's lips.
"You always laugh," Jaehwan muttered disapprovingly. Hongbin almost countered that everything Jaehwan did made him laugh, but Jaehwan might take it the wrong way. And besides, it wasn't because it was funny that Hongbin laughed. Hongbin laughed out of disbelief, pure and simple.
Never had he believed that something like this were possible. Months and months of fantasizing and Jaehwan's face being all he could see as he touched himself had only made it harder for Hongbin to accept this as real. He smiled and sucked on the soft spot beneath Jaehwan's ear that made him squeeze Hongbin's arms and sigh.
Jaehwan pushed him back a little and grinned, nipping at Hongbin's lips but not letting him get closer for a kiss. "Let me," he said with an airy laugh. He pushed Hongbin's shirt up further and sank to his knees to kiss and suck at Hongbin's stomach. Hongbin moaned and leaned his head back. His fingers laced through Jaehwan's hair gently, always careful not to hurt because that wasn't really his thing. Occassionally it was Jaehwan, but never the other way around. A sudden bite at his hip made Hongbin hiss, but he relaxed immediately and chuckled at his own reaction. Below, Jaehwan showed no signs of slowing down. No matter how much he would have liked to make this last, Hongbin knew they didn't have forever.
At times like these Hongbin wanted to say something, something to make Jaehwan understand what this meant to him. Somewhere along the line they'd stopped talking in order to do more touching, and a lot of the time Hongbin didn't much the change but. But he wondered what went through Jaehwan's mind at times like these. But then Jaehwan was unzipping Hongbin's jeans and pushing them down along with his briefs. For a second Hongbin felt exposed, and then Jaehwan's mouth was surrounding him. The heat was enough to chase Hongbin's insecurities away.
Hongbin didn't ask questions he didn't want the answer to. In the end, he was just along for the ride, praying that Jaehwan felt this scared, too.
breathtaking and fantastic
ravi/ken
nc-17, 541w
If someone had told Wonsik that fucking Jaehwan would be this good, he wouldn't have believed them, but he might have at least tried sooner. The month following that first night when Wonsik thought, hey, why not and kissed Jaehwan against the refrigerator because he was being loud and Wonsik was hungover, passed in an ecstatic blur. Wonsik wasn't sure how they managed to keep so well hidden, but it helped that they tried-- emphasis on tried-- to limit themselves to the middle of the night. The scattered moments of weakness could be disregarded; Wonsik could never say he regretted letting Jaehwan jerk him off in the bathroom right before they had to go on the radio.
No, some moments, though risky, were precious.
Wonsik wasn't even sure anymore what he liked so much about fucking Jaehwan. At first it was new, exploring a vast world of possibilities Wonsik had never once considered before. Wonsik took his time figuring out the logistics of the whole thing, and then took just as much time to learn Jaehwan. Every curve and crevice of Jaehwan, as a matter of fact. Wonsik had never been so caught up in kissing and touching another person, but Jaehwan made it easy with his laughs and the addictive, almost sultry way he could groan with that voice of his.
When the novelty of the thing passed, Wonsik didn't want to stop. That was a new experience in itself. At first he told himself, okay, a week and I'll be done, and then Jaehwan was pulling him towards the shower and that quickly changed to, maybe two weeks, but that's it. Two weeks stretched into three, blowing Jaehwan backstage after Music Core turned into locking Sanghyuk out of their bedroom so Wonsik could finally fuck Jaehwan in a proper bed. As he'd expected, it was even better than the floor or the shower, almost sickeningly romantic in a way he enjoyed.
Being with Jaehwan was seriously messing with Wonsik's head.
"You seem happier these says," Hakyeon said at breakfast, and Wonsik wanted to hit him. Not because Hakyeon was right, but because Wonsik knew Hakyeon was right and knew why Hakyeon was right. Fucking Jaehwan had been an experiment, and then a convenient source of really good sex. Really, really good sex. Possibly the best sex Wonsik had ever had in his life.
Shit, he was getting off track.
Jaehwan's hand slid between Wonsik's thighs, just brushing against the bulge in Wonsik's jeans. Wonsik covered his eyes with his forearm and groaned as his free hand gripped the back of the couch. He wasn't surprised when Jaehwan stopped, but it was enough to make him move his arm and look down at the object of his endless confusion. Jaehwan smiled as if he knew exactly Wonsik was thinking and moved back up Wonsik's body. Straddled like that, Wonsik could feel the heat between Jaehwan's legs warming his cock and he honestly couldn't focus on anything else.
"You love me," Jaehwan sang quietly into Wonsik's ear.
Wonsik growled but cupped Jaehwan's face in a way that was anything but threatening. He reached between them and rubbed Jaehwan through his jeans. "Shut the fuck up," he grumbled, and Jaehwan just laughed.
accidentally in love
leo/hyuk, high school au
pg, 894w
Sanghyuk first met Taekwoon over a fence. A rather tall fence, too, so all he really caught were the eyes at first. What struck Sanghyuk about those eyes wasn't their lovely dark color, nor how their lashes framed them perfectly. All Sanghyuk could see in those eyes was a subtle, quiet disdain. While Sanghyuk jumped back in surprise to find a face staring back at him over the fence, those eyes just continued to stare back as if saying, what else did you expect to find across a fence, idiot? Then Sanghyuk's mother called him back inside because it was time to set out the snacks-- the new neighbors were coming over.
It took Sanghyuk all but five minutes to realize that he disliked Taekwoon. Sanghyuk was a laid back kind of guy, so he didn't want to say he hated the guy so quickly. But the disdain he'd first seen over the fence was no more appealing when seen in person, seated right across from you, pointing all its unimpressed boredom right at you.
"Taekwoon was the star of his soccer team, Sanghyuk."
Sipping on his orange soda, Sanghyuk tried to keep his own disdain from rising to the surface.
"Taekwoon studied abroad for a year in Spain, Sanghyuk."
He laughed, "Well, isn't that nice."
The two mothers got along splendidly. Before Sanghyuk knew what was happening, it was decided that he and Taekwoon were to be best of friends. Sanghyuk could help Taekwoon keep his grades up (for all his good looks and talents, apparently the guy had gotten incompletes in all his courses last year), and Taekwoon could help Sanghyuk with his whole "social experience," as his mother so gracefully put it.
Yes, it was true, Sanghyuk didn't have any friends.
That quickly became not the case, though, because for all his apparent disinterest Taekwoon had no problem following Sanghyuk around school come Monday. The guy didn't seem the shy type, but Sanghyuk thought it would be rude not to allow it for at least the first day. He gave Taekwoon a rather rushed tour and conveniently (and to Sanghyuk's dismay) they were in a lot of the same courses. Everywhere they went, eyes turned to the strange pair. Seeing lanky, nerdy, until now totally invisible Sanghyuk beside Taekwoon, tall, dark, mysterious and quiet, must have made quite an impression.
The next day, Taekwoon ditched the two classes he didn't share with Sanghyuk in order to go to Sanghyuk's instead. Now things were just getting weird. "You'll fail," Sanghyuk said slowly because he had yet to hear Taekwoon mutter more than a single syllable and Sanghyuk was starting to wonder if there was a language barrier or something.
"Don't care," Taekwoon replied.
"At least go to your classes if you're going to fail them." Sanghyuk folded his arms and frowned. He didn't understand these attractive types who thought they could get away with not working hard.
"Don't want to," was all he got in response. Taekwoon glanced at Sanghyuk and shrugged as if that explained his point perfectly.
Fine. Sanghyuk turned and gave the teacher his full attention. When the teacher sputtered in confusion at finding a student in his class not on the roster, Sanghyuk didn't say a word. Eventually Taekwoon was asked to leave, and he did, and Sanghyuk didn't care. Not when Taekwoon stared back at him as if expecting his new best friend to help.
No, Sanghyuk didn't care one bit.
Taekwoon didn't show up for school at all the next day. To his surprise, Sanghyuk's classmates remembered him enough to ask after Taekwoon. "You two seemed so close," one girl said sadly.
"Not particularly," Sanghyuk muttered. The absence of his gloomy companion left Sanghyuk feeling prickly. He didn't want to answer questions about Taekwoon all day; he just wanted to go on with his boring, normal life. Except that his classes were boring now. There was no one for Sanghyuk to make sly comments to, no one to eat lunch with, no one who actually wanted to be around him. Once they figured out that Sanghyuk wasn't going to be their connection to the handsome new student, the others left Sanghyuk alone as they always had.
Shallow jerks.
The walk home was quiet and infuriating. In a matter of two days he'd gotten used to talking in school, and being without that left him restless and unsatisfied. When he spied a pair of eyes watching him over the top of the fence, Sanghyuk marched right up and glared back.
Except he couldn't quite manage to glare. He kind of smiled, actually. "Fine," he said, forcing his voice to sound how he thought he should feel rather than how he was actually feeling which was disgustingly giddy. "You can come to my classes. I don't care if you fail."
Taekwoon, of course, said nothing back, but Sanghyuk saw those eyes smile, and he stormed off into his hours.
Sadly the entire situation ended up being a lot of work for Taekwoon's mother. She convinced the counselors to allow Taekwoon to change his schedule even though Sanghyuk's classes didn't align with what Taekwoon needed to graduate. Once the administrators understood that this was what it would take to keep Taekwoon coming, they sighed and resigned themselves to their fate.
Sanghyuk, too, resigned himself to his fate: Jung Taekwoon.
smarter than you
n/hyuk, college au
pg-13, 546w
A week into the new semester and Hakyeon wanted nothing more than to kill his new neighbors. Not the neighbors who lived on either side of his apartment, but the rowdy gaggle of freshmen who'd hauled their shit into and then spent the spent the following week throwing it around in the apartment above. At least that's what it sounded like. As Hakyeon was bent over his quantum mechanics textbook, a steady, unrelenting thumping was threatening to make his temples explode. If something didn't happen soon Hakyeon was seriously contemplating flinging himself out off his tiny terrace.
The pounding only got louder as he climbed the stairs. Hakyeon gritted his teeth and tried to keep his knock amicable. No answer. His next knock wasn't nearly so friendly, a terse demand of a knock. By the time someone actually answered the door Hakyeon was punching the door with his fists and kicking it with his feet.
"Whoa, man, what's with you?" the young man inside said. He was taller and baby-faced with big eyes and messy hair. Hakyeon hated him immediately.
Taking a deep breath, Hakyeon replied as calmly as he could, "I live in the apartment beneath you. Any chance you could turn down the volume?"
The boy stared back blankly. Hakyeon wondered if maybe the boy's hearing had been affected, and then he replied, "It's loud?"
Hakyeon could have punched him, but he didn't. His patience was spent nonetheless. "Yes, it's fucking loud and if you have a shred of decency you'll turn it down or I'll call the fucking police." With that, he grabbed the handle of the door and slammed it himself.
As he reached his floor, the pounding music stopped. Hakyeon grinned smugly and returned to his studying.
The following week was Hakyeon's first quantum mechanics exam. His new neighbors had been surprisingly considerate since Hakyeon's fit. He even felt a little bad. Maybe, if he got a good enough score, he'd go apologize or something. Thanks to his studying, Hakyeon whipped through the exam with ease.
There were over one hundred students in Hakyeon's class, a class for upperclass engineering majors or those with special exceptions. Hakyeon did remarkably well on his exam, but the professor announced that, of all people, a freshmen had received the highest score on the exam, a full score at that.
Hakyeon grumbled in his seat as his classmates applauded in amazement. He managed a clap or two, but hardly paid attention as the professor called the son-of-a-bitch to the front of the lecture hall. Then Hakyeon caught a head of messy brown hair, a certain slouch to the student's walk that had Hakyeon gaping when he recalled that face.
"Let's all strive to be as hard-working and studious as Sanghyuk here," the professor said solemnly. Sanghyuk, that smug, dazed idiot from behind the door, smiled bashfully and rubbed the back of his head. As he returned to his seat, though, he passed right by Hakyeon's chair. Everyone else returned their attention to the professor, but Hakyeon kept his eyes glued on Sanghyuk's face.
Sanghyuk returned the stare, his mouth twisting into a haughty smirk as he paused just beside Hakyeon. "Better luck next time."
"You little bastard," Hakyeon growled, but Sanghyuk had already moved on.
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you aren't that bad
ken/hongbin, tumbling au
pg, 469w
"Arch your back more."
Jaehwan did, and still he fell face-first onto the blue mat. Hongbin shook his head and helped Jaehwan back to his feet. The poor guy looked dazed and exhausted, but he hadn't given up yet. That was more than Hongbin could say for the rest of the new members. Jaehwan wheezed and plopped down on the met and Hongbin joined him.
"I don't get it," Jaehwan grumbled as he accepted a water bottle. "You make it look so easy. Show me again."
Hongbin rolled his eyes, but got to his feet. Watching and doing were two very different things, but there was a small part of him that kind of liked to show off. Especially to Jaehwan.
Taking a deep breath, Hongbin raised his hands above his head before he took off. His hands went down, his feet sailed over his head and then second they hit the ground again, he launched himself up in an impressive back flip. Jaehwan watched in awe and cheered wildly, much to the dismay of the girl's gymnastic team who were practicing on the other side of the gym. Hongbin smiled shyly and sat back down. Heaving a sigh, Jaehwan flopped back onto the mat in despair.
"I'll never be able to do that, not in time for the tournament."
"Don't think about the tournament right now," Hongbin chided him. "For now we need to get you tumbling at all. There's no need to worry about doing it well."
Jaehwan scooted just enough to shoot Hongbin a glare. "How honest of you."
Hongbin laughed and shook his head again. Frankly he was surprised the team had any new members at all. Tumbling wasn't a popular sport, but Hongbin loved it. He loved being able to do such an amazing thing, something that didn't come naturally to anyone. His skill was a sign of his hard work and dedication. His demonstration had attracted three new members at the beginning of the year, but only Jaehwan was left now. Hakyeon backed out when he took his first fall. Wonsik ran away screaming when he saw their unusual uniforms. Jaehwan, though, had stayed. Fall after fall, Jaehwan kept picking himself back up and trying again. It wasn't like Jaehwan didn't have other options. He was popular, fun, outgoing, not nearly as awkward as Hongbin was when in a group. Jaehwan had his pick of clubs, but he'd chosen tumbling.
"Why the hell did you join this team anyway?" Hongbin asked, voicing his thoughts.
At first Jaehwan was silent and Hongbin worried the weird guy had fallen asleep. Then Jaehwan sat up and beamed at Hongbin, a smile so bright Hongbin felt his heart leap into his throat.
"I like your ass," he said.
And then Hongbin threw the bottle in Jaehwan's face.
close the door
ken/hongbin
nc-17, 606w
Hongbin gasped as the lock clicked behind him, and Jaehwan's body pressed so close neither of them could take a complete breath. Each shallow breath made Hongbin's pulse quicken more, and Jaehwan grinned and buried his face against Hongbin's neck. Depending on his mood Jaehwan could be the cuddliest of people and the roughest. Tonight was a night they didn't need to rush; Hakyeon had taken a few of them out for ice scream and only Wonsik remained in the dorm, passed out in front of his computer in the second bedroom.
That didn't mean that Hongbin wasn't nervous. In these moments they risked everything, but he couldn't say he regretted them. Not when he got to be close to Jaehwan, hold and touch him the way he only dreamed about on most days. The way Jaehwan groaned and rocked his body against Hongbin's made it clear Jaehwan didn't regret much, either. Not enough to stop, anyway.
"Hyung," he breathed into Jaehwan's mouth as their lips met. His hands slid down Jaehwan's back to cup his ass and pull him closer. Jaehwan's hardness rubbed against his own and Hongbin tensed at the friction. Wonsik's snores echoed outside the door, giving Hongbin something to focus on or he might just lose it already. It had been way too damn long. Jaehwan's fingers were sliding under Hongbin's t-shirt and Hongbin couldn't be bothered to remove his hands from Jaehwan's ass to do something about it. Instead he shivered at the cold air against his skin and chuckled against Jaehwan's lips.
"You always laugh," Jaehwan muttered disapprovingly. Hongbin almost countered that everything Jaehwan did made him laugh, but Jaehwan might take it the wrong way. And besides, it wasn't because it was funny that Hongbin laughed. Hongbin laughed out of disbelief, pure and simple.
Never had he believed that something like this were possible. Months and months of fantasizing and Jaehwan's face being all he could see as he touched himself had only made it harder for Hongbin to accept this as real. He smiled and sucked on the soft spot beneath Jaehwan's ear that made him squeeze Hongbin's arms and sigh.
Jaehwan pushed him back a little and grinned, nipping at Hongbin's lips but not letting him get closer for a kiss. "Let me," he said with an airy laugh. He pushed Hongbin's shirt up further and sank to his knees to kiss and suck at Hongbin's stomach. Hongbin moaned and leaned his head back. His fingers laced through Jaehwan's hair gently, always careful not to hurt because that wasn't really his thing. Occassionally it was Jaehwan, but never the other way around. A sudden bite at his hip made Hongbin hiss, but he relaxed immediately and chuckled at his own reaction. Below, Jaehwan showed no signs of slowing down. No matter how much he would have liked to make this last, Hongbin knew they didn't have forever.
At times like these Hongbin wanted to say something, something to make Jaehwan understand what this meant to him. Somewhere along the line they'd stopped talking in order to do more touching, and a lot of the time Hongbin didn't much the change but. But he wondered what went through Jaehwan's mind at times like these. But then Jaehwan was unzipping Hongbin's jeans and pushing them down along with his briefs. For a second Hongbin felt exposed, and then Jaehwan's mouth was surrounding him. The heat was enough to chase Hongbin's insecurities away.
Hongbin didn't ask questions he didn't want the answer to. In the end, he was just along for the ride, praying that Jaehwan felt this scared, too.
breathtaking and fantastic
ravi/ken
nc-17, 541w
If someone had told Wonsik that fucking Jaehwan would be this good, he wouldn't have believed them, but he might have at least tried sooner. The month following that first night when Wonsik thought, hey, why not and kissed Jaehwan against the refrigerator because he was being loud and Wonsik was hungover, passed in an ecstatic blur. Wonsik wasn't sure how they managed to keep so well hidden, but it helped that they tried-- emphasis on tried-- to limit themselves to the middle of the night. The scattered moments of weakness could be disregarded; Wonsik could never say he regretted letting Jaehwan jerk him off in the bathroom right before they had to go on the radio.
No, some moments, though risky, were precious.
Wonsik wasn't even sure anymore what he liked so much about fucking Jaehwan. At first it was new, exploring a vast world of possibilities Wonsik had never once considered before. Wonsik took his time figuring out the logistics of the whole thing, and then took just as much time to learn Jaehwan. Every curve and crevice of Jaehwan, as a matter of fact. Wonsik had never been so caught up in kissing and touching another person, but Jaehwan made it easy with his laughs and the addictive, almost sultry way he could groan with that voice of his.
When the novelty of the thing passed, Wonsik didn't want to stop. That was a new experience in itself. At first he told himself, okay, a week and I'll be done, and then Jaehwan was pulling him towards the shower and that quickly changed to, maybe two weeks, but that's it. Two weeks stretched into three, blowing Jaehwan backstage after Music Core turned into locking Sanghyuk out of their bedroom so Wonsik could finally fuck Jaehwan in a proper bed. As he'd expected, it was even better than the floor or the shower, almost sickeningly romantic in a way he enjoyed.
Being with Jaehwan was seriously messing with Wonsik's head.
"You seem happier these says," Hakyeon said at breakfast, and Wonsik wanted to hit him. Not because Hakyeon was right, but because Wonsik knew Hakyeon was right and knew why Hakyeon was right. Fucking Jaehwan had been an experiment, and then a convenient source of really good sex. Really, really good sex. Possibly the best sex Wonsik had ever had in his life.
Shit, he was getting off track.
Jaehwan's hand slid between Wonsik's thighs, just brushing against the bulge in Wonsik's jeans. Wonsik covered his eyes with his forearm and groaned as his free hand gripped the back of the couch. He wasn't surprised when Jaehwan stopped, but it was enough to make him move his arm and look down at the object of his endless confusion. Jaehwan smiled as if he knew exactly Wonsik was thinking and moved back up Wonsik's body. Straddled like that, Wonsik could feel the heat between Jaehwan's legs warming his cock and he honestly couldn't focus on anything else.
"You love me," Jaehwan sang quietly into Wonsik's ear.
Wonsik growled but cupped Jaehwan's face in a way that was anything but threatening. He reached between them and rubbed Jaehwan through his jeans. "Shut the fuck up," he grumbled, and Jaehwan just laughed.
accidentally in love
leo/hyuk, high school au
pg, 894w
Sanghyuk first met Taekwoon over a fence. A rather tall fence, too, so all he really caught were the eyes at first. What struck Sanghyuk about those eyes wasn't their lovely dark color, nor how their lashes framed them perfectly. All Sanghyuk could see in those eyes was a subtle, quiet disdain. While Sanghyuk jumped back in surprise to find a face staring back at him over the fence, those eyes just continued to stare back as if saying, what else did you expect to find across a fence, idiot? Then Sanghyuk's mother called him back inside because it was time to set out the snacks-- the new neighbors were coming over.
It took Sanghyuk all but five minutes to realize that he disliked Taekwoon. Sanghyuk was a laid back kind of guy, so he didn't want to say he hated the guy so quickly. But the disdain he'd first seen over the fence was no more appealing when seen in person, seated right across from you, pointing all its unimpressed boredom right at you.
"Taekwoon was the star of his soccer team, Sanghyuk."
Sipping on his orange soda, Sanghyuk tried to keep his own disdain from rising to the surface.
"Taekwoon studied abroad for a year in Spain, Sanghyuk."
He laughed, "Well, isn't that nice."
The two mothers got along splendidly. Before Sanghyuk knew what was happening, it was decided that he and Taekwoon were to be best of friends. Sanghyuk could help Taekwoon keep his grades up (for all his good looks and talents, apparently the guy had gotten incompletes in all his courses last year), and Taekwoon could help Sanghyuk with his whole "social experience," as his mother so gracefully put it.
Yes, it was true, Sanghyuk didn't have any friends.
That quickly became not the case, though, because for all his apparent disinterest Taekwoon had no problem following Sanghyuk around school come Monday. The guy didn't seem the shy type, but Sanghyuk thought it would be rude not to allow it for at least the first day. He gave Taekwoon a rather rushed tour and conveniently (and to Sanghyuk's dismay) they were in a lot of the same courses. Everywhere they went, eyes turned to the strange pair. Seeing lanky, nerdy, until now totally invisible Sanghyuk beside Taekwoon, tall, dark, mysterious and quiet, must have made quite an impression.
The next day, Taekwoon ditched the two classes he didn't share with Sanghyuk in order to go to Sanghyuk's instead. Now things were just getting weird. "You'll fail," Sanghyuk said slowly because he had yet to hear Taekwoon mutter more than a single syllable and Sanghyuk was starting to wonder if there was a language barrier or something.
"Don't care," Taekwoon replied.
"At least go to your classes if you're going to fail them." Sanghyuk folded his arms and frowned. He didn't understand these attractive types who thought they could get away with not working hard.
"Don't want to," was all he got in response. Taekwoon glanced at Sanghyuk and shrugged as if that explained his point perfectly.
Fine. Sanghyuk turned and gave the teacher his full attention. When the teacher sputtered in confusion at finding a student in his class not on the roster, Sanghyuk didn't say a word. Eventually Taekwoon was asked to leave, and he did, and Sanghyuk didn't care. Not when Taekwoon stared back at him as if expecting his new best friend to help.
No, Sanghyuk didn't care one bit.
Taekwoon didn't show up for school at all the next day. To his surprise, Sanghyuk's classmates remembered him enough to ask after Taekwoon. "You two seemed so close," one girl said sadly.
"Not particularly," Sanghyuk muttered. The absence of his gloomy companion left Sanghyuk feeling prickly. He didn't want to answer questions about Taekwoon all day; he just wanted to go on with his boring, normal life. Except that his classes were boring now. There was no one for Sanghyuk to make sly comments to, no one to eat lunch with, no one who actually wanted to be around him. Once they figured out that Sanghyuk wasn't going to be their connection to the handsome new student, the others left Sanghyuk alone as they always had.
Shallow jerks.
The walk home was quiet and infuriating. In a matter of two days he'd gotten used to talking in school, and being without that left him restless and unsatisfied. When he spied a pair of eyes watching him over the top of the fence, Sanghyuk marched right up and glared back.
Except he couldn't quite manage to glare. He kind of smiled, actually. "Fine," he said, forcing his voice to sound how he thought he should feel rather than how he was actually feeling which was disgustingly giddy. "You can come to my classes. I don't care if you fail."
Taekwoon, of course, said nothing back, but Sanghyuk saw those eyes smile, and he stormed off into his hours.
Sadly the entire situation ended up being a lot of work for Taekwoon's mother. She convinced the counselors to allow Taekwoon to change his schedule even though Sanghyuk's classes didn't align with what Taekwoon needed to graduate. Once the administrators understood that this was what it would take to keep Taekwoon coming, they sighed and resigned themselves to their fate.
Sanghyuk, too, resigned himself to his fate: Jung Taekwoon.
smarter than you
n/hyuk, college au
pg-13, 546w
A week into the new semester and Hakyeon wanted nothing more than to kill his new neighbors. Not the neighbors who lived on either side of his apartment, but the rowdy gaggle of freshmen who'd hauled their shit into and then spent the spent the following week throwing it around in the apartment above. At least that's what it sounded like. As Hakyeon was bent over his quantum mechanics textbook, a steady, unrelenting thumping was threatening to make his temples explode. If something didn't happen soon Hakyeon was seriously contemplating flinging himself out off his tiny terrace.
The pounding only got louder as he climbed the stairs. Hakyeon gritted his teeth and tried to keep his knock amicable. No answer. His next knock wasn't nearly so friendly, a terse demand of a knock. By the time someone actually answered the door Hakyeon was punching the door with his fists and kicking it with his feet.
"Whoa, man, what's with you?" the young man inside said. He was taller and baby-faced with big eyes and messy hair. Hakyeon hated him immediately.
Taking a deep breath, Hakyeon replied as calmly as he could, "I live in the apartment beneath you. Any chance you could turn down the volume?"
The boy stared back blankly. Hakyeon wondered if maybe the boy's hearing had been affected, and then he replied, "It's loud?"
Hakyeon could have punched him, but he didn't. His patience was spent nonetheless. "Yes, it's fucking loud and if you have a shred of decency you'll turn it down or I'll call the fucking police." With that, he grabbed the handle of the door and slammed it himself.
As he reached his floor, the pounding music stopped. Hakyeon grinned smugly and returned to his studying.
The following week was Hakyeon's first quantum mechanics exam. His new neighbors had been surprisingly considerate since Hakyeon's fit. He even felt a little bad. Maybe, if he got a good enough score, he'd go apologize or something. Thanks to his studying, Hakyeon whipped through the exam with ease.
There were over one hundred students in Hakyeon's class, a class for upperclass engineering majors or those with special exceptions. Hakyeon did remarkably well on his exam, but the professor announced that, of all people, a freshmen had received the highest score on the exam, a full score at that.
Hakyeon grumbled in his seat as his classmates applauded in amazement. He managed a clap or two, but hardly paid attention as the professor called the son-of-a-bitch to the front of the lecture hall. Then Hakyeon caught a head of messy brown hair, a certain slouch to the student's walk that had Hakyeon gaping when he recalled that face.
"Let's all strive to be as hard-working and studious as Sanghyuk here," the professor said solemnly. Sanghyuk, that smug, dazed idiot from behind the door, smiled bashfully and rubbed the back of his head. As he returned to his seat, though, he passed right by Hakyeon's chair. Everyone else returned their attention to the professor, but Hakyeon kept his eyes glued on Sanghyuk's face.
Sanghyuk returned the stare, his mouth twisting into a haughty smirk as he paused just beside Hakyeon. "Better luck next time."
"You little bastard," Hakyeon growled, but Sanghyuk had already moved on.
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