[30 day challenge] amazing
here are some things and stuff ig
ikon; bobby/junhwe; 600 words
It's kind of charming how Junhwe goes as far as to even make little clips of Bobby's voice available for public to hear, in case one of them thinks they've seen him.
If the little [WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE] videos weren't bright enough, plastered on nearly ever other building, flashing LED lights that blur into the ads surrounding, then the clip of him saying, "Blow it up" probably sealed the lid on what the world thought of him.
Still. Bobby liked a little bit of fun, and it would make his entire year to see the look on Junhwe's face when he found out that Bobby was living just two floors below him the entire time.
"Don't you think you should be a little more careful?" comes Hanbin's voice through his phone. "Walking around in broad daylight and everything."
"I don't think you know what broad daylight means," Bobby replies, looking up at the black sky above him. A rocket cab flies overhead towards Mars. A few stars twinkle a greeting. "I just want a drink." He hears Hanbin snort, knows the lecture that's going to follow (has memorized it by heart, honestly), and follows up with, "Oh look, there's something super interesting I can't stay on the phone for, bye!"
Hanbin yells something unintelligible in his ear as he hangs up and slides his phone into his pocket, stepping into the grimy bar.
It doesn't look like the floor has been cleaned in days - the lights along the walls are barely visible, flickering dark blue hidden away by the dust.
He considers leaving and finding another bar, maybe something more high end (he definitely has the money, especially after last week's heist), but stops in his place when he sees familiar messy, gelled back hair and lanky body sitting at the seat by the wall. He wobbles for a second, almost falling off of the chair.
"Hi Junhwe," he greets, sliding into the seat next to him. "Bad day?"
Junhwe blinks furiously as he says, "Yeah. Very bad day. I fucking- What the fuck?"
"Oh," Bobby sighs, leaning over to take the left of Junhwe's drink. "Well, at least you're not drunk enough to forget who I am." It's barely been drank, which means Junhwe has probably been here for a while, ordering drink after a drink. He takes a sip and instantly wrinkles his nose at the sharp burn that slides down his throat. It's strong.
"You." Junhwe forces himself to stand, staggering backwards against the wall. "I could be dead and I'd still remember you."
"That's so flattering," Bobby replies cheekily, grinning as Junhwe's hand automatically flies to where he usually keeps his gun, except he's not in his uniform and there's nothing on his belt to grab. He takes another cheerful sip of whatever Junhwe's been drinking. "How often do you think about me?"
"I-" Junhwe takes a step forward and collapses into Bobby's arms the moment the glass is back on the table, and he catches him around the waist, grunting.
"Junhwe?" he asks tentatively, because a knocked out Junhwe is no fun. How is he supposed to make fun of someone who can't listen to him? The bartender comes over then, giving him a one over. If he recognizes Bobby, he doesn't care nearly enough.
He fixes Junhwe with a stern look and says, "That kid's been here for hours. Take him home."
"Yessir," Bobby salutes, pulling Junhwe up. "Lovely bar, by the way."
Well. There are definitely many other ways his night could have gone, but Bobby thinks he'll have a little fun.
i give up i have no plot lmfao
i couldn't think of a city name at first so i just used one from a sonic game but then somehow it turned into sonic the hedgehog au??????????????
vixx; leo/n
Taekwoon was not supposed to show up to his new landlord's apartment with a broken arm and a black eye, but here he is, forearm carefully wrapped in a sling and eye bruised black and blue. He gives a big huff and slides the door open into the office.
"Good morning!" the lady in the front greets. She's reading the morning newspaper, and Taekwoon manages to glance at the headline: HORROR AT CENTRAL CITY BANK: LEO AND N COLLIDE IN DEVESTATION. "Are you here to see Mrs. Jung?"
"Yes, I'm the new tenant?"
"Oh, yes! Your roommate is already here talking to Mrs. Jung. You can go in whenever you like, it's the third room on the left."
He gives her a small thanks and makes his way down the hell, brushing the hair out of his eyes with his good arm.
Fucking N. If it hadn't been for him trying to steal the Chaos Emerald from the bank, he wouldn't have A) nearly gotten his head cut off, B) broken his arm under the closing door, and c) gotten punched in the face. As well as many other injuries, but Sanghyuk has a way of patching things up rather nicely. The door is glass, and he peers inside to see a man already sitting at the desk, opposite a very pleased looking Mrs. Jung. Cautiously, he slides the door open, and she looks up.
"Taekwoon! Just in time. I was just about to show you and Hakyeon to your apartment. You guys have met before, haven't you?"
"Er," he pauses. "No. Not really."
The man turns around, almond shaped eyes flicking up to his face, and instantly, Taekwoon feels a wave of heat spread over him. "Hi," the man - Hakyeon - says. He stands up and reaches a hand out towards Taekwoon. "I'm Hakyeon, as you've heard. Cha Hakyeon. Your name is...?"
"Jung Taekwoon," he replies, soft voice filtering through the tiny office. He feels his cheeks burning as Hakyeon's grip around his hand is warm and firm. The handshake is breif but unyeilding, it makes Taekwoon's head spin, and he can't seem to figure out why. There's something strange about Hakyeon. Something oddly familiar, something-
"Have I met you before?" Hakyeon asks, tilting his head to squint at him. "You seem like someone I know very well, but I don't know why."
Before Taekwoon can answer, the jingling of keys interrupt them as Mrs. Jung crosses the room. "Well of course," she says. "You guys will get to know each other very well. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll take you to your apartments. It's fully furnished, two bedrooms..."
The door opens and Taekwoon breaks the stare first, walking out into the hallway. Hakyeon follows, his precense burning into the back of his mind.
shinee; jonghyun/minho
It doesn’t sound nearly as logical when Jonghyun explains to Kibum why he’s gotten three days of detention.
“You’re an idiot,” Kibum cries, flopping down on the keyboard. His chest is still heaving from laughing, and Jonghyun stares at the ground, cheeks a bit pink.
“Am not,” he says. “Minho, he-- who doesn’t like Beethoven anyway? He’s a classic! A legend! Minho’s just snobby and uncultured and only cares about soccer. He’s not even good, he’s dad is the coach and that’s why he’s on the team. And I’m not even that short!”
When the computer finishes starting up, Kibum types in his password and spins around in his chair. “Has it ever occurred to you that you’re actually super pretentious?”
Jonghyun sniffs. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
“Exactly,” he says. “So think about how annoying you are to listen to when it comes to music.”
That shuts Jonghyun up pretty quickly.
“i use morse code to talk to my friend during class but it turns out you know morse code too and now you know that i think you have a cute butt” au
bangtan; jungkook/v
Jungkook doesn’t suspect there’s anything wrong until Taehyung slides into the library during study hour, giggling into his textbook. “Hey,” he greets back, turning the page in his notebook. Taehyung sniggers and faceplants onto the table. “Yes?”
“Nothing,” Taehyung mutters, looking across to grin at Jimin, who looks just as confused as Jungkook.
There’s a brief silence, and then Taehyung, giggling again. It’s followed by Jimin furiously tapping on the table. The first three are just to get Jungkook’s attention, and the rest form into sentences: What’s his problem? Is he okay?
He shrugs, then glances next to him. Taehyung’s doodling a picture a very fat cat instead of actually reading anything, and so Jungkook leans over and draws a big scribble in the middle of Taehyung’s paper, and whines. “What’d you do that for?”
“What’re you laughing about?” Jungkook asks, ignoring Jimin’s furious tapping.
“Nothing,” Taehyung says, and stares at Jungkook’s water bottle before holding back another giggle. It sounds like a hiccup. “Just...”
“Just what?” He can see one of the teachers coming over from over Taehyung’s head.
“You thought our cooking smelled good and walked into our kitchen drunk as fuck wanting to try some” AU
bangtan; jin/suga
It takes nearly an hour to get Yoongi out their apartment, and Seokjin vows never to make rose pasta again. Never.
The next morning is the most awkward, because they’ve both got class at 10AM and leave at roughly the same time. Yoongi clears his throat in the elevator when Seokjin is checking his messages from the night before. “So...”
“Yes?”
“Sorry about, uh, all that,” he finishes lamely, shoving his hands into his pocket. “I was--”
“Very drunk, I know,” he says, as the doors open. Yoongi looks even more guilty. “Next time, don’t try mixing tequila and whiskey together.”
i hated this prompt so much i made sure i wrote exactly 101 words
“we’re complete strangers but our friends are forcing us to go on a double date with them and what do you know we both like making their lives miserable (plus you’re kind of cute)” au
shinee/exo; taemin/kai
Jongin agrees to accompany Joonmyun on his date with Jonghyun, claims that you’ll get along with his friend, you guys are super alike, and doesn’t think he means it in this way.
“Uh,” he mumbles, staring at Jonghyun and his friend. “Hi?”
Jonghyun grins at him and ruffles his hair. “Hey! Thanks for coming, Jongin. This is Taemin. You guys are... well. I’m sure you can see it.”
He throws a look at Joonmyun that he hopes says what the fuck why does he look like me? Joonmyun smiles sympathetically at him and they enter the ice skating arena.
“I’m Lee Taemin,” he properly introduces himself as they’re renting ice skates. “Jongin, right?”
“Yeah! Kim Jongin.”
They stare at each other for a brief moment before Taemin blurts, “Why do you look exactly like me?” and Jonghyun, who’s passing by, jabs him in the back.
“Be nice!” he chides, joining Joonmyun by the entrance to the rink.
“You look like me,” Jongin argues, and Taemin stares at him, squinting, before he shrugs and plops himself on the nearest bench to put his ice skates on.
“Y’know,” Taemin says five minutes later, “As conceited as I am, I never thought I would actually be going on a date with myself.”
Jongin snorts, gliding up on his left. “What if I’m like, your evil twin?”
Taemin grins as he twirls on his skates, smoothly sliding backwards with ease. Jongin frowns at him. “If I had a long lost brother somewhere, I can guarantee them that I’m probably the evil one of the two. Watch,” he says, facing forward again and pointing at Jonghyun and Joonmyun. “In five seconds Jonghyun is gonna fall, and he’ll drag Joonmyun down with him. Five... four... three...tw-”
Jongin covers his his giggles with his hands when Jonghyun loses his balance and grabs onto Joonmyun’s jacket, and they both go tumbling onto the ice.
Taemin looks smug. “See? Definitely the evil one.”
“Okay,” Jongin says, trying his best not to crash into Taemin. Now that would be the beginning of a beautiful romance. With himself. Cloncest. “What if I was your clone made in outer space with your blood that tried to destroy the world but decided to become the anti hero at the last minute and save everyone?”
“Do I come back for revenge?” Taemin asks.
“Well, yeah,” Jongin answers, as if that’s obvious. “How else is there gonna be a sequel game?”
“I knew it,” Taemin grins. “Oh, look-- this time Joonmyun’s gonna fall, but he’s gonna grab Jonghyun’s hand and somehow manage to catch himself at the last minute.”
Jongin laughs when it happens, and he and Taemin share a grin.
He quite likes going on a date with himself.
You’re one of those people who thought this class would be an easy grade, but jokes on you it’s not and now you’re begging me for help since you don’t know jack shit about music au (aka tutor au)
in which i don't follow the prompt at all. not that i've been trying for any of the prompts
b.a.p; daehyun/youngjae
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Youngjae finally says, staring at the face of, of--
Of him.
“Him” stares back, mouth open just as wide. “This is who you said I have to tutor?”
Yongguk looks in between them, eyebrows raised. “Do you guys know each other?”
Daehyun laughes hollowly, staring at the Ravenclaw standing across from him. “How could I forget? How’s your eye?”
How’re your legs,” Youngjae bit back, gritting his teeth. He straightens his posture and turns to Yongguk. “I change my mind, I don’t need tutoring.”
Yongguk stares at him. “You’re failing Potions.”
“I don’t car--”
“I wasn’t going to tutor him anyway,” Daehyun cuts in, seething.
“who are you” “so this is gonna sound really weird right now but i made a deal to save your life but at the cost of all of your memories of us together and i’m acting like i’m not bothered but i’m dying inside” au
exo (lmfao); kris/luhan
“You never told me your name,” Lu Han says, frowning as he taps a skull with his toes.
“It’s not important,” Yifan replies quickly. “How do we get out of here?”
Lu Han purses his lips, then takes a few steps forward, until he’s arms length away from Yifan. “Not until you tell me your name. Do you know how hard it is to find someone who isn’t out for your blood? I’m not letting go of you so easily.”
Nor am I, is on the tip of Yifan’s tongue, but instead he just sighs and says, “Wu Yifan.”
-
Yifan searches for Lu Han throughout each world, each dimension, each and every what if and could be.
Lu Han never remembers him.
He couldn’t.
Yifan gave that up to search for him. In order to find Lu Han, to cross universes, he had to give up what was most important to Yifan. And that was Lu Han.
exo; joonmyun/jongin
a bunch of random scenes from an old wip i added a bit to bc that's how i do. if you want it to make sense, well. i don't get it either.
“Bunk beds or hammocks?”
“Um.” Jongin frowns. “Bunk beds?”
“Good answer.”
“But isn’t Heaven supposed to be... happy?”
“You can’t be happy forever,” the man, Joonmyun, says. “You won’t feel happy anymore.”
Jongin, visibly stunned, considers that. Heaven doesn’t seem very pleasant. He wonders what Hell was like. “Then why is Heaven said to be happy when it’s not?”
“Heaven is convenient. Happy is another word for convenient.”
Kris guesses it was sort of inevitable that Lu Han and Jongin meet at some point. It’s another rainy day, and maybe the weather is trying to tell him something at this point, because it falls in even patterns, drumming softly against uncovered windows, the same way it had when Kris fell from Heaven.
Kris sits in his room and paints faceless angels and outstretched hands, while Jongin walks the streets of Seoul, hair sticking to his face in clumps.
“You liked me, didn’t you? And you knew I liked you back, right?”
Joonmyun smiles and pats his head. “I did. But you won’t love me like I love you, so it’s okay.”
“Isn’t that sad for you? Heaven doesn’t have sad.”
“No,” Joonmyun says, “but it does have understanding, and I understand.”
“That doesn’t... That’s not fair,” Jongin cries, slamming his fist on the ground. His fist turns over, muddy and scratched, and he sighs. “Why can’t I just...? It would be so much easier. You can’t just lie and say you’re not sad.”
“All the bad times pass,” Joonmyun says carefully, leaning back and resting on his elbows. “Don’t worry, you’ll get through it. I’ll get through it. It’s not sad - I enjoy being able to experience things like this.”
“You know,” Jongin says, “I would’ve expected you to be the guardian angel, not Kyungsoo. You’re nice, and y’know... you. You understand, I guess.”
“Don’t be hard on Kyungsoo,” Joonmyun sighs, turning to look at Jongin. “He’s an angel, of course he can’t understand what it’s like to be human. Can you imagine what it’s like for him? He doesn’t have free will, and he doesn’t even know what it means to not have free will.”
“I guess.” Jongin can feel Joonmun’s gaze on him, and he tries not to burn under the intensity of it. “How did you get here, anyway?”
Joonmyun shrugs. “God gave me a second chance, I suppose. The same way he gave you one.”
Jongin scoffed. “I fucked up my first and my second chance.”
“Maybe you’re not using your chance correctly,” Joonmyun suggests, and there’s an undertone in his voice that sounds somewhat like he knows something. Or that he’s implying something, and it makes Jongin’s stomach queasy.
exo; kris/chanyeol; 1.5k
The first time Chanyeol had entered the Forbidden Forest, he had expected to see a wolf or a unicorn, at most. He’d originally been here to find some streelers, in hopes of making copious amounts of Doxycide needed to fix the mess that one of the new prefects had unleashed in the charms room. He didn’t find any pixies, or wolves, or even a unicorn or a centaur, but he did find a dragon, bruised and battered, at the base of a cliff.
Chanyeol watched, horrified, from behind a boulder as the dragon shrunk in size until it was human shaped, though still bruised and battered. The human grunted, lifting itself onto it’s feet, and took a few unsure steps forward before it fell again on it’s face. Chanyeol's feet moved for him, and a few seconds later, he was crouched down by the dragon-human, wand out in case it tried to hurt him. “Who are you?” Chanyeol asked.
It was then that Chanyeol noticed the pendant hanging from the person’s neck, rings and coins spiraling around each other.
"That’s a time turner," Chanyeol breathed, trying to peer closer. "Why do you have that?"
That's also when he heard someone scream Stupefy! in the distance, and the last thing Chanyeol remembered is a tall, cloaked figure running in his direction.
"Park Chanyeol, you do realize that The Forbidden Forest is, in fact, forbidden?"
Chanyeol groans, turning over in bed, only for a burning sensation to go up his shoulder and his eyes flash open.
"Finally, I wasn't sure if I was talking to a corpse or not," Sunyoung sighed. "There's pumpkin juice on the bedside table. Make sure you drink the whole bottle."
"I hate pumpkin juice," Chanyeol says, frowning.
He sees her rolling her eyes as she bends down underneath his bed to grab a few items. "That's not my fault," she says. "Your medicine is in there, now hurry up and drink it."
When she comes back up, her nurse hat is folded downwards on her head, and Chanyeol is really tempted to reach his hand out and fix it, but figures that's probably not for him to do. He should probably say something, regardless. It's only polite, after all.
Then it hits him that he's in the Hospital Wing.
"How did I end up here?" he asks hurriedly, trying to sit up. His shoulder stings even more, and now that Chanyeol gets to look at it, he realizes that the patient gown he's wearing covers everything but his left arm. On his shoulder is a web-like substance, and below it, the blood wells from the gash. "What happened?"
“Dragon fire,” she says with a forlorn sigh. “You’d think it’d be easy to fix, but as it turns out, dragon fire mixed with a stunning spell doesn’t create a nice mix. You’re lucky. The Quidditch captain said he saw lights coming from the Forbidden Forest and flew over to see what was happening.”
“Who’s the Quidditch captain?”
Sunyoung stares at him with her mouth open, and places her hands on her hips, one hand gripping the rag in her apron. Chanyeol finds himself inching away from her. “You’re a Gryffindor, and you don’t even know who the captain is? You know, the person who made us win the house cup two years in a row?”
“I don’t pay attention to Quidditch...” he mumbles, and yelps when he’s smacked on the good shoulder by Sunyoung’s rag. “Stop! Fine! Who is he? I’ll go say thanks, for saving me and all.”
Kris Wu, transfer from La Chyme School of Magic and Bewitchment in Canada, current Gryffindor Quidditch captain, seventh year, and Unspeakable-in-training, doesn’t look nearly as stranger to Chanyeol as he originally assumed. But maybe that’s just because he’s friends with Baekhyun, who knows a bit about everyone.
“Why do you care though?” Jongdae asks, as a plate of cake flies over towards them. “You’ve never showed interest in Quidditch before. Or like, anything, aside from animals. Have you joined the Kris fanclub?”
Chanyeol chokes on a piece of tart, before sputtering out indignantly, “He has a fanclub? What for?”
Baekhyun shrugs, ducking his head when one the Head of Hufflepuff professor passes by their table. “Have you seen his face? That’s why. It doesn’t help he’s a jock, and he’s all like, mysterious and stuff.”
“He’s an idiot, really,” Jongdae supplies helpfully. “There’s nothing great about him. He just looks cool. He’s got that like, y’know, otherly appearance.”
“Otherly?” Baekhyun asks, and the same time Chanyeol says, You’re right. “What?”
“He does, doesn’t he?” Chanyeol mumbles defensively. Now that he’s spotted out Kris from the Gryffindor table (probably where he should be sitting, actually), he doesn’t, in fact, look entirely human. There’s something oddly... animal about him, and that bothers him. There’s a species on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t quite get it out, and Jongdae stares at him.
“You done gawking? You look like you’re gonna join the fangirls.”
“And fanboys,” Baekhyun adds, smiling.
“You said he has Care of Magical Creatures today, right?” Chanyeol asks, and Baekhyun shrugs.
“Yeah, but I mean, that’s what Minseok said-”
He grabs his books and shoves it into his bag, slinging it over his back. “I’ll see you guys later.”
The good thing about Taekwoon, the TA, is that he doesn’t care nearly enough to ask questions. So when Chanyeol barges into the cabin next to the greenhouse and begs to sit in with the next Care of Magical Creatures session, he lets him.
It helps that he’s gotten the highest possible O.W.L’s out of the entire year, and has already specified his interest in dragon training.
“We’re just going over Thestrals,” Taekwoon says softly, as they go to the opening of the Forbidden Forest. “Do you wanna call them out?”
Chanyeol nods and purses his lips so that a high pitched whistle comes out, stopping only when he hears the padding of horse steps.
“Good job,” Taekwoon praises him, and he preens. Taekwoon whistles too, and they lead the Thestrals to the patch of grass behind the cabin. From the other side of the greenhouse, they hear the seventh years making their down to where they’re standing, and Chanyeol stands off to the side. “Are you sure you don’t have anywhere else to be?” he asks.
Chanyeol shakes his head, even though he’ll most definitely be skipping Divination.
He spots Kris before he can even recognize any of the other seventh years. He’s nearly a head taller than the rest of them, and there, again, is that animalistic quality to his face and body. Taekwoon introduces Chanyeol to the class, most of whom already know him, and then they go into the lesson.
He watches Kris most of the time, his bright golden eyes staring ahead at the skeletal horses, and it just hits Chanyeol that he’s looking at the Thestrals, not around them. He wonders why.
The class is split into groups, each one getting to pet the Thestrals and feed them. Chanyeol gets assigned to look after the least trusted group, which it turns out that Kris is in. “So, er,” he mumbles, “who can like, see them?”
One of the five students raise their hands. Kris is not one of them, but Chanyeol knows he can see them.
“Alright, well I guess you can go ahead and pet him first.”
It’s a bit awkward, but he manages the group, and tries to make his Kris-watching as discreet as possible, which apparently turns out to be a bust, because as soon as the class ends, Kris is looming in his face, expression not very happy. “Do I disturb you?” he asks, and Chanyeol blinks.
“What?”
“Do you not like me?” Kris asks. “You keep-- you were watching me. I don’t know what I did, because I don’t even know you, but I just... Why were you watching me?”
Okay. Chanyeol did not expect to be confronted so suddenly, if at all. After Kris looks like he’s calmed down, Chanyeol notices a tired hunch to his shoulders. Maybe he thinks Chanyeol is a fan. Or an anti-fan. He wonders if he should go with that theory, but when he opens his mouth, he comes out with, “I don’t think you’re human,” instead.
“What?” Kris looks more taken offended than surprised. His eyes flash red.
“I was supposed to thank you for saving me from the Forbidden Forest,” Chanyeol continues, not quite understanding where this burst of courage is coming from, but he’s thankful for it. “But I don’t think you saved me. I think you were already there.”
“That’s... you’re mad,” Kris says. “Why would I be in there?”
“I wanna know too.”
Kris shakes his head and picks his bag up off the ground. “You’re definitely mad. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Chanyeol watches him jog back to catch up with the other seventh years, and frowns. There’s definitely something off about him.
vixx; leo/ravi
Wonshik is inches from saving Taekwoon the first time, and maybe that’s how they ended up in this downward spiral: Taekwoon falls and Wonshik follows, tries to catch him before the ground does.
He doesn’t ever find out if Taekwoon knows, if he understands, that the world twists and bends because of him, because of Jung Taekwoon, because of Wonshik’s never ending love and his desire to create them both a golden throne in whatever afterlife they’re going to end up in together.
Together. That’s the key word, because Wonshik is going to try and try and fucking try until he doesn’t have to anymore.
He’s a king and a slave and a hero and a villain and a commoner and sometimes nothing at all. He’s the president’s son and Wonshik to clean up his mess, and sometimes Taekwoon has to fuss over him, and sometimes all they have is the cracks in the walls that hold their secrets. Sometimes
vixx; hakyeon/taekwon; 500 words
This, Hakyeon decides, is definitely a bad idea.
This being Wonshik’s birthday gift to him - a shiny new membership card (gold plated and everything) to the gym Wonshik goes to. Everything about it screams expensive, which makes Hakyeon feel just a little obligated to actually go at least once. It just opened up, and so far all the staff are in their mid-20’s and 30’s, easily making it one of the new “hot” spots for everyone to go to. It doesn’t help that it’s January, and the kids with New Year’s resolutions are kicking in (“It’ll dim down after the second week,” Wonshik supplies helpfully, as if Hakyeon isn’t one of them) and trying to buckle down while they still have the energy to.
But seriously, this place is ridiculous.
When he steps into the lobby (a lobby, he repeats to himself), he’s greeted with shiny marble floor and glass walls that showcase the spin class on his right. He can see the building open up past the front desk to the main floor where some of the weight machines are laid out. Everything screams high quality.
The lady working at the front desk is young and extremely pretty - Hakyeon feels a little out put, in his track pants and old tee, by all the glamour.
“Year long membership and four week trainer sessions, is that right?” she asks, scanning his card, and Hakyeon nods without really thinking about. But then he does. Think.
“F-four week trainer sessions?” he blurts, then flushes at her surprised face. “My friend got me the membership, I don’t even know what’s on it.”
“Oh!” She smiles then, and slides the card again through the computer scanner. “Well, your friend was very considerate. It’s a year-long membership, and you get to have four sessions with a personal trainer, spanning over a month. Would you like to start your first session today?”
“Sure?”
“Perfect. Would you like a list of the available trainers today? Right now there’s... Ok Taecyeon, Song Qian, Jung Taekwoon, Dong Youngbae...”
Hakyeon barely registers the names that the lady is saying before he cuts in, “I think... I don’t really know, can you choose for me?”
She stares at him and shrugs. “Well... You and Taekwoon are the same age, and he’s nice to beginners, so I would recommend him.”
“Alright,” he concedes. “I’ll go with uh, Taekwon.”
“Taekwoon,” she politely corrects him, and pages his to-be trainer.
Five minutes later, a tall guy in a snapback and soccer pants and a tanktop comes into the lobby, and the front desk lady gestures towards Hakyeon. “This is Jung Taekwoon - you guys are set for an hour session today, and then you two can plan at your own leisure. My name is Nana, by the way.”
Jung Taekwoon is, well, probably the reason everyone comes to this gym. He’s tall, muscular, and drop dead gorgeous. He also looks like he hates Hakyeon, until he opens his mouth to introduce himself.
“caught you changing and you have wings binded on your back” fallen angel au
bc i thought it would be funny if i combined the previous prompt and this one
vixx; hakyeon/taekwoon; 300 words
For all intents and purposes, as angelic as Taekwoon sounds and acts, Hakyeon doesn’t think he’s actually an angel. Until--
Well, until he accidently walks in on Taekoon changing in the locker room and catches sight of Taekwoon retightening the bandages across his chest and shoulder blades.
Hakyeon is definitely so delirious from previously fainting or something, because there’s no way that’s... No. He’s deluding himself.
Then the bandages come off, and Hakyeon presses himself up against the shower door and, yes. Those are definitely--
Well Hakyeon’s not sure what they are exactly. He knows what they look like, and they look like wings, or what used to be wings, but were cut off at the base, leaving a blunt edge that flutter slightly and Hakyeon nearly chokes on his spit because holy shit they’re moving.
He watches in near shock as Taekwoon redoes the binding, pulling the bandages back into place over the stubbed wings, and tugs his shirt back on. By then Hakyeon realizes he’s been wasting extra minutes of hot water and shuts it off and puts his clothes on.
When they meet outside, Hakyeon is shaking and he’s not entirely sure why. Taekwoon raises an eyebrow at him as they shake hands, and gives him a smile and thanks him for the session, and reminds Hakyeon to bring water next time.
“Yeah! Will do,” he says, not sure what he’s supposed to do with himself right now. “It was great! I mean, you’re a great trainer. I didn’t even know I could do a pull up until you made me. It felt like I had wings!” He splutters at the sudden comment, and Taekwoon is staring at him with hard eyes. “I mean! It was a good experience. Angelic, I mean, fuck-- I’m gonna go, I’ll see you next time!”
And that’s how Hakyeon’s first day at the gym for 2016 goes. Fuck his life.
ikon; bobby/junhwe; 600 words
It's kind of charming how Junhwe goes as far as to even make little clips of Bobby's voice available for public to hear, in case one of them thinks they've seen him.
If the little [WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE] videos weren't bright enough, plastered on nearly ever other building, flashing LED lights that blur into the ads surrounding, then the clip of him saying, "Blow it up" probably sealed the lid on what the world thought of him.
Still. Bobby liked a little bit of fun, and it would make his entire year to see the look on Junhwe's face when he found out that Bobby was living just two floors below him the entire time.
"Don't you think you should be a little more careful?" comes Hanbin's voice through his phone. "Walking around in broad daylight and everything."
"I don't think you know what broad daylight means," Bobby replies, looking up at the black sky above him. A rocket cab flies overhead towards Mars. A few stars twinkle a greeting. "I just want a drink." He hears Hanbin snort, knows the lecture that's going to follow (has memorized it by heart, honestly), and follows up with, "Oh look, there's something super interesting I can't stay on the phone for, bye!"
Hanbin yells something unintelligible in his ear as he hangs up and slides his phone into his pocket, stepping into the grimy bar.
It doesn't look like the floor has been cleaned in days - the lights along the walls are barely visible, flickering dark blue hidden away by the dust.
He considers leaving and finding another bar, maybe something more high end (he definitely has the money, especially after last week's heist), but stops in his place when he sees familiar messy, gelled back hair and lanky body sitting at the seat by the wall. He wobbles for a second, almost falling off of the chair.
"Hi Junhwe," he greets, sliding into the seat next to him. "Bad day?"
Junhwe blinks furiously as he says, "Yeah. Very bad day. I fucking- What the fuck?"
"Oh," Bobby sighs, leaning over to take the left of Junhwe's drink. "Well, at least you're not drunk enough to forget who I am." It's barely been drank, which means Junhwe has probably been here for a while, ordering drink after a drink. He takes a sip and instantly wrinkles his nose at the sharp burn that slides down his throat. It's strong.
"You." Junhwe forces himself to stand, staggering backwards against the wall. "I could be dead and I'd still remember you."
"That's so flattering," Bobby replies cheekily, grinning as Junhwe's hand automatically flies to where he usually keeps his gun, except he's not in his uniform and there's nothing on his belt to grab. He takes another cheerful sip of whatever Junhwe's been drinking. "How often do you think about me?"
"I-" Junhwe takes a step forward and collapses into Bobby's arms the moment the glass is back on the table, and he catches him around the waist, grunting.
"Junhwe?" he asks tentatively, because a knocked out Junhwe is no fun. How is he supposed to make fun of someone who can't listen to him? The bartender comes over then, giving him a one over. If he recognizes Bobby, he doesn't care nearly enough.
He fixes Junhwe with a stern look and says, "That kid's been here for hours. Take him home."
"Yessir," Bobby salutes, pulling Junhwe up. "Lovely bar, by the way."
Well. There are definitely many other ways his night could have gone, but Bobby thinks he'll have a little fun.
i give up i have no plot lmfao
i couldn't think of a city name at first so i just used one from a sonic game but then somehow it turned into sonic the hedgehog au??????????????
vixx; leo/n
Taekwoon was not supposed to show up to his new landlord's apartment with a broken arm and a black eye, but here he is, forearm carefully wrapped in a sling and eye bruised black and blue. He gives a big huff and slides the door open into the office.
"Good morning!" the lady in the front greets. She's reading the morning newspaper, and Taekwoon manages to glance at the headline: HORROR AT CENTRAL CITY BANK: LEO AND N COLLIDE IN DEVESTATION. "Are you here to see Mrs. Jung?"
"Yes, I'm the new tenant?"
"Oh, yes! Your roommate is already here talking to Mrs. Jung. You can go in whenever you like, it's the third room on the left."
He gives her a small thanks and makes his way down the hell, brushing the hair out of his eyes with his good arm.
Fucking N. If it hadn't been for him trying to steal the Chaos Emerald from the bank, he wouldn't have A) nearly gotten his head cut off, B) broken his arm under the closing door, and c) gotten punched in the face. As well as many other injuries, but Sanghyuk has a way of patching things up rather nicely. The door is glass, and he peers inside to see a man already sitting at the desk, opposite a very pleased looking Mrs. Jung. Cautiously, he slides the door open, and she looks up.
"Taekwoon! Just in time. I was just about to show you and Hakyeon to your apartment. You guys have met before, haven't you?"
"Er," he pauses. "No. Not really."
The man turns around, almond shaped eyes flicking up to his face, and instantly, Taekwoon feels a wave of heat spread over him. "Hi," the man - Hakyeon - says. He stands up and reaches a hand out towards Taekwoon. "I'm Hakyeon, as you've heard. Cha Hakyeon. Your name is...?"
"Jung Taekwoon," he replies, soft voice filtering through the tiny office. He feels his cheeks burning as Hakyeon's grip around his hand is warm and firm. The handshake is breif but unyeilding, it makes Taekwoon's head spin, and he can't seem to figure out why. There's something strange about Hakyeon. Something oddly familiar, something-
"Have I met you before?" Hakyeon asks, tilting his head to squint at him. "You seem like someone I know very well, but I don't know why."
Before Taekwoon can answer, the jingling of keys interrupt them as Mrs. Jung crosses the room. "Well of course," she says. "You guys will get to know each other very well. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll take you to your apartments. It's fully furnished, two bedrooms..."
The door opens and Taekwoon breaks the stare first, walking out into the hallway. Hakyeon follows, his precense burning into the back of his mind.
shinee; jonghyun/minho
It doesn’t sound nearly as logical when Jonghyun explains to Kibum why he’s gotten three days of detention.
“You’re an idiot,” Kibum cries, flopping down on the keyboard. His chest is still heaving from laughing, and Jonghyun stares at the ground, cheeks a bit pink.
“Am not,” he says. “Minho, he-- who doesn’t like Beethoven anyway? He’s a classic! A legend! Minho’s just snobby and uncultured and only cares about soccer. He’s not even good, he’s dad is the coach and that’s why he’s on the team. And I’m not even that short!”
When the computer finishes starting up, Kibum types in his password and spins around in his chair. “Has it ever occurred to you that you’re actually super pretentious?”
Jonghyun sniffs. “That’s rich, coming from you.”
“Exactly,” he says. “So think about how annoying you are to listen to when it comes to music.”
That shuts Jonghyun up pretty quickly.
“i use morse code to talk to my friend during class but it turns out you know morse code too and now you know that i think you have a cute butt” au
bangtan; jungkook/v
Jungkook doesn’t suspect there’s anything wrong until Taehyung slides into the library during study hour, giggling into his textbook. “Hey,” he greets back, turning the page in his notebook. Taehyung sniggers and faceplants onto the table. “Yes?”
“Nothing,” Taehyung mutters, looking across to grin at Jimin, who looks just as confused as Jungkook.
There’s a brief silence, and then Taehyung, giggling again. It’s followed by Jimin furiously tapping on the table. The first three are just to get Jungkook’s attention, and the rest form into sentences: What’s his problem? Is he okay?
He shrugs, then glances next to him. Taehyung’s doodling a picture a very fat cat instead of actually reading anything, and so Jungkook leans over and draws a big scribble in the middle of Taehyung’s paper, and whines. “What’d you do that for?”
“What’re you laughing about?” Jungkook asks, ignoring Jimin’s furious tapping.
“Nothing,” Taehyung says, and stares at Jungkook’s water bottle before holding back another giggle. It sounds like a hiccup. “Just...”
“Just what?” He can see one of the teachers coming over from over Taehyung’s head.
“You thought our cooking smelled good and walked into our kitchen drunk as fuck wanting to try some” AU
bangtan; jin/suga
It takes nearly an hour to get Yoongi out their apartment, and Seokjin vows never to make rose pasta again. Never.
The next morning is the most awkward, because they’ve both got class at 10AM and leave at roughly the same time. Yoongi clears his throat in the elevator when Seokjin is checking his messages from the night before. “So...”
“Yes?”
“Sorry about, uh, all that,” he finishes lamely, shoving his hands into his pocket. “I was--”
“Very drunk, I know,” he says, as the doors open. Yoongi looks even more guilty. “Next time, don’t try mixing tequila and whiskey together.”
i hated this prompt so much i made sure i wrote exactly 101 words
“we’re complete strangers but our friends are forcing us to go on a double date with them and what do you know we both like making their lives miserable (plus you’re kind of cute)” au
shinee/exo; taemin/kai
Jongin agrees to accompany Joonmyun on his date with Jonghyun, claims that you’ll get along with his friend, you guys are super alike, and doesn’t think he means it in this way.
“Uh,” he mumbles, staring at Jonghyun and his friend. “Hi?”
Jonghyun grins at him and ruffles his hair. “Hey! Thanks for coming, Jongin. This is Taemin. You guys are... well. I’m sure you can see it.”
He throws a look at Joonmyun that he hopes says what the fuck why does he look like me? Joonmyun smiles sympathetically at him and they enter the ice skating arena.
“I’m Lee Taemin,” he properly introduces himself as they’re renting ice skates. “Jongin, right?”
“Yeah! Kim Jongin.”
They stare at each other for a brief moment before Taemin blurts, “Why do you look exactly like me?” and Jonghyun, who’s passing by, jabs him in the back.
“Be nice!” he chides, joining Joonmyun by the entrance to the rink.
“You look like me,” Jongin argues, and Taemin stares at him, squinting, before he shrugs and plops himself on the nearest bench to put his ice skates on.
“Y’know,” Taemin says five minutes later, “As conceited as I am, I never thought I would actually be going on a date with myself.”
Jongin snorts, gliding up on his left. “What if I’m like, your evil twin?”
Taemin grins as he twirls on his skates, smoothly sliding backwards with ease. Jongin frowns at him. “If I had a long lost brother somewhere, I can guarantee them that I’m probably the evil one of the two. Watch,” he says, facing forward again and pointing at Jonghyun and Joonmyun. “In five seconds Jonghyun is gonna fall, and he’ll drag Joonmyun down with him. Five... four... three...tw-”
Jongin covers his his giggles with his hands when Jonghyun loses his balance and grabs onto Joonmyun’s jacket, and they both go tumbling onto the ice.
Taemin looks smug. “See? Definitely the evil one.”
“Okay,” Jongin says, trying his best not to crash into Taemin. Now that would be the beginning of a beautiful romance. With himself. Cloncest. “What if I was your clone made in outer space with your blood that tried to destroy the world but decided to become the anti hero at the last minute and save everyone?”
“Do I come back for revenge?” Taemin asks.
“Well, yeah,” Jongin answers, as if that’s obvious. “How else is there gonna be a sequel game?”
“I knew it,” Taemin grins. “Oh, look-- this time Joonmyun’s gonna fall, but he’s gonna grab Jonghyun’s hand and somehow manage to catch himself at the last minute.”
Jongin laughs when it happens, and he and Taemin share a grin.
He quite likes going on a date with himself.
You’re one of those people who thought this class would be an easy grade, but jokes on you it’s not and now you’re begging me for help since you don’t know jack shit about music au (aka tutor au)
in which i don't follow the prompt at all. not that i've been trying for any of the prompts
b.a.p; daehyun/youngjae
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Youngjae finally says, staring at the face of, of--
Of him.
“Him” stares back, mouth open just as wide. “This is who you said I have to tutor?”
Yongguk looks in between them, eyebrows raised. “Do you guys know each other?”
Daehyun laughes hollowly, staring at the Ravenclaw standing across from him. “How could I forget? How’s your eye?”
How’re your legs,” Youngjae bit back, gritting his teeth. He straightens his posture and turns to Yongguk. “I change my mind, I don’t need tutoring.”
Yongguk stares at him. “You’re failing Potions.”
“I don’t car--”
“I wasn’t going to tutor him anyway,” Daehyun cuts in, seething.
“who are you” “so this is gonna sound really weird right now but i made a deal to save your life but at the cost of all of your memories of us together and i’m acting like i’m not bothered but i’m dying inside” au
exo (lmfao); kris/luhan
“You never told me your name,” Lu Han says, frowning as he taps a skull with his toes.
“It’s not important,” Yifan replies quickly. “How do we get out of here?”
Lu Han purses his lips, then takes a few steps forward, until he’s arms length away from Yifan. “Not until you tell me your name. Do you know how hard it is to find someone who isn’t out for your blood? I’m not letting go of you so easily.”
Nor am I, is on the tip of Yifan’s tongue, but instead he just sighs and says, “Wu Yifan.”
-
Yifan searches for Lu Han throughout each world, each dimension, each and every what if and could be.
Lu Han never remembers him.
He couldn’t.
Yifan gave that up to search for him. In order to find Lu Han, to cross universes, he had to give up what was most important to Yifan. And that was Lu Han.
exo; joonmyun/jongin
a bunch of random scenes from an old wip i added a bit to bc that's how i do. if you want it to make sense, well. i don't get it either.
“Bunk beds or hammocks?”
“Um.” Jongin frowns. “Bunk beds?”
“Good answer.”
“But isn’t Heaven supposed to be... happy?”
“You can’t be happy forever,” the man, Joonmyun, says. “You won’t feel happy anymore.”
Jongin, visibly stunned, considers that. Heaven doesn’t seem very pleasant. He wonders what Hell was like. “Then why is Heaven said to be happy when it’s not?”
“Heaven is convenient. Happy is another word for convenient.”
Kris guesses it was sort of inevitable that Lu Han and Jongin meet at some point. It’s another rainy day, and maybe the weather is trying to tell him something at this point, because it falls in even patterns, drumming softly against uncovered windows, the same way it had when Kris fell from Heaven.
Kris sits in his room and paints faceless angels and outstretched hands, while Jongin walks the streets of Seoul, hair sticking to his face in clumps.
“You liked me, didn’t you? And you knew I liked you back, right?”
Joonmyun smiles and pats his head. “I did. But you won’t love me like I love you, so it’s okay.”
“Isn’t that sad for you? Heaven doesn’t have sad.”
“No,” Joonmyun says, “but it does have understanding, and I understand.”
“That doesn’t... That’s not fair,” Jongin cries, slamming his fist on the ground. His fist turns over, muddy and scratched, and he sighs. “Why can’t I just...? It would be so much easier. You can’t just lie and say you’re not sad.”
“All the bad times pass,” Joonmyun says carefully, leaning back and resting on his elbows. “Don’t worry, you’ll get through it. I’ll get through it. It’s not sad - I enjoy being able to experience things like this.”
“You know,” Jongin says, “I would’ve expected you to be the guardian angel, not Kyungsoo. You’re nice, and y’know... you. You understand, I guess.”
“Don’t be hard on Kyungsoo,” Joonmyun sighs, turning to look at Jongin. “He’s an angel, of course he can’t understand what it’s like to be human. Can you imagine what it’s like for him? He doesn’t have free will, and he doesn’t even know what it means to not have free will.”
“I guess.” Jongin can feel Joonmun’s gaze on him, and he tries not to burn under the intensity of it. “How did you get here, anyway?”
Joonmyun shrugs. “God gave me a second chance, I suppose. The same way he gave you one.”
Jongin scoffed. “I fucked up my first and my second chance.”
“Maybe you’re not using your chance correctly,” Joonmyun suggests, and there’s an undertone in his voice that sounds somewhat like he knows something. Or that he’s implying something, and it makes Jongin’s stomach queasy.
exo; kris/chanyeol; 1.5k
The first time Chanyeol had entered the Forbidden Forest, he had expected to see a wolf or a unicorn, at most. He’d originally been here to find some streelers, in hopes of making copious amounts of Doxycide needed to fix the mess that one of the new prefects had unleashed in the charms room. He didn’t find any pixies, or wolves, or even a unicorn or a centaur, but he did find a dragon, bruised and battered, at the base of a cliff.
Chanyeol watched, horrified, from behind a boulder as the dragon shrunk in size until it was human shaped, though still bruised and battered. The human grunted, lifting itself onto it’s feet, and took a few unsure steps forward before it fell again on it’s face. Chanyeol's feet moved for him, and a few seconds later, he was crouched down by the dragon-human, wand out in case it tried to hurt him. “Who are you?” Chanyeol asked.
It was then that Chanyeol noticed the pendant hanging from the person’s neck, rings and coins spiraling around each other.
"That’s a time turner," Chanyeol breathed, trying to peer closer. "Why do you have that?"
That's also when he heard someone scream Stupefy! in the distance, and the last thing Chanyeol remembered is a tall, cloaked figure running in his direction.
"Park Chanyeol, you do realize that The Forbidden Forest is, in fact, forbidden?"
Chanyeol groans, turning over in bed, only for a burning sensation to go up his shoulder and his eyes flash open.
"Finally, I wasn't sure if I was talking to a corpse or not," Sunyoung sighed. "There's pumpkin juice on the bedside table. Make sure you drink the whole bottle."
"I hate pumpkin juice," Chanyeol says, frowning.
He sees her rolling her eyes as she bends down underneath his bed to grab a few items. "That's not my fault," she says. "Your medicine is in there, now hurry up and drink it."
When she comes back up, her nurse hat is folded downwards on her head, and Chanyeol is really tempted to reach his hand out and fix it, but figures that's probably not for him to do. He should probably say something, regardless. It's only polite, after all.
Then it hits him that he's in the Hospital Wing.
"How did I end up here?" he asks hurriedly, trying to sit up. His shoulder stings even more, and now that Chanyeol gets to look at it, he realizes that the patient gown he's wearing covers everything but his left arm. On his shoulder is a web-like substance, and below it, the blood wells from the gash. "What happened?"
“Dragon fire,” she says with a forlorn sigh. “You’d think it’d be easy to fix, but as it turns out, dragon fire mixed with a stunning spell doesn’t create a nice mix. You’re lucky. The Quidditch captain said he saw lights coming from the Forbidden Forest and flew over to see what was happening.”
“Who’s the Quidditch captain?”
Sunyoung stares at him with her mouth open, and places her hands on her hips, one hand gripping the rag in her apron. Chanyeol finds himself inching away from her. “You’re a Gryffindor, and you don’t even know who the captain is? You know, the person who made us win the house cup two years in a row?”
“I don’t pay attention to Quidditch...” he mumbles, and yelps when he’s smacked on the good shoulder by Sunyoung’s rag. “Stop! Fine! Who is he? I’ll go say thanks, for saving me and all.”
Kris Wu, transfer from La Chyme School of Magic and Bewitchment in Canada, current Gryffindor Quidditch captain, seventh year, and Unspeakable-in-training, doesn’t look nearly as stranger to Chanyeol as he originally assumed. But maybe that’s just because he’s friends with Baekhyun, who knows a bit about everyone.
“Why do you care though?” Jongdae asks, as a plate of cake flies over towards them. “You’ve never showed interest in Quidditch before. Or like, anything, aside from animals. Have you joined the Kris fanclub?”
Chanyeol chokes on a piece of tart, before sputtering out indignantly, “He has a fanclub? What for?”
Baekhyun shrugs, ducking his head when one the Head of Hufflepuff professor passes by their table. “Have you seen his face? That’s why. It doesn’t help he’s a jock, and he’s all like, mysterious and stuff.”
“He’s an idiot, really,” Jongdae supplies helpfully. “There’s nothing great about him. He just looks cool. He’s got that like, y’know, otherly appearance.”
“Otherly?” Baekhyun asks, and the same time Chanyeol says, You’re right. “What?”
“He does, doesn’t he?” Chanyeol mumbles defensively. Now that he’s spotted out Kris from the Gryffindor table (probably where he should be sitting, actually), he doesn’t, in fact, look entirely human. There’s something oddly... animal about him, and that bothers him. There’s a species on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t quite get it out, and Jongdae stares at him.
“You done gawking? You look like you’re gonna join the fangirls.”
“And fanboys,” Baekhyun adds, smiling.
“You said he has Care of Magical Creatures today, right?” Chanyeol asks, and Baekhyun shrugs.
“Yeah, but I mean, that’s what Minseok said-”
He grabs his books and shoves it into his bag, slinging it over his back. “I’ll see you guys later.”
The good thing about Taekwoon, the TA, is that he doesn’t care nearly enough to ask questions. So when Chanyeol barges into the cabin next to the greenhouse and begs to sit in with the next Care of Magical Creatures session, he lets him.
It helps that he’s gotten the highest possible O.W.L’s out of the entire year, and has already specified his interest in dragon training.
“We’re just going over Thestrals,” Taekwoon says softly, as they go to the opening of the Forbidden Forest. “Do you wanna call them out?”
Chanyeol nods and purses his lips so that a high pitched whistle comes out, stopping only when he hears the padding of horse steps.
“Good job,” Taekwoon praises him, and he preens. Taekwoon whistles too, and they lead the Thestrals to the patch of grass behind the cabin. From the other side of the greenhouse, they hear the seventh years making their down to where they’re standing, and Chanyeol stands off to the side. “Are you sure you don’t have anywhere else to be?” he asks.
Chanyeol shakes his head, even though he’ll most definitely be skipping Divination.
He spots Kris before he can even recognize any of the other seventh years. He’s nearly a head taller than the rest of them, and there, again, is that animalistic quality to his face and body. Taekwoon introduces Chanyeol to the class, most of whom already know him, and then they go into the lesson.
He watches Kris most of the time, his bright golden eyes staring ahead at the skeletal horses, and it just hits Chanyeol that he’s looking at the Thestrals, not around them. He wonders why.
The class is split into groups, each one getting to pet the Thestrals and feed them. Chanyeol gets assigned to look after the least trusted group, which it turns out that Kris is in. “So, er,” he mumbles, “who can like, see them?”
One of the five students raise their hands. Kris is not one of them, but Chanyeol knows he can see them.
“Alright, well I guess you can go ahead and pet him first.”
It’s a bit awkward, but he manages the group, and tries to make his Kris-watching as discreet as possible, which apparently turns out to be a bust, because as soon as the class ends, Kris is looming in his face, expression not very happy. “Do I disturb you?” he asks, and Chanyeol blinks.
“What?”
“Do you not like me?” Kris asks. “You keep-- you were watching me. I don’t know what I did, because I don’t even know you, but I just... Why were you watching me?”
Okay. Chanyeol did not expect to be confronted so suddenly, if at all. After Kris looks like he’s calmed down, Chanyeol notices a tired hunch to his shoulders. Maybe he thinks Chanyeol is a fan. Or an anti-fan. He wonders if he should go with that theory, but when he opens his mouth, he comes out with, “I don’t think you’re human,” instead.
“What?” Kris looks more taken offended than surprised. His eyes flash red.
“I was supposed to thank you for saving me from the Forbidden Forest,” Chanyeol continues, not quite understanding where this burst of courage is coming from, but he’s thankful for it. “But I don’t think you saved me. I think you were already there.”
“That’s... you’re mad,” Kris says. “Why would I be in there?”
“I wanna know too.”
Kris shakes his head and picks his bag up off the ground. “You’re definitely mad. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Chanyeol watches him jog back to catch up with the other seventh years, and frowns. There’s definitely something off about him.
vixx; leo/ravi
Wonshik is inches from saving Taekwoon the first time, and maybe that’s how they ended up in this downward spiral: Taekwoon falls and Wonshik follows, tries to catch him before the ground does.
He doesn’t ever find out if Taekwoon knows, if he understands, that the world twists and bends because of him, because of Jung Taekwoon, because of Wonshik’s never ending love and his desire to create them both a golden throne in whatever afterlife they’re going to end up in together.
Together. That’s the key word, because Wonshik is going to try and try and fucking try until he doesn’t have to anymore.
He’s a king and a slave and a hero and a villain and a commoner and sometimes nothing at all. He’s the president’s son and Wonshik to clean up his mess, and sometimes Taekwoon has to fuss over him, and sometimes all they have is the cracks in the walls that hold their secrets. Sometimes
vixx; hakyeon/taekwon; 500 words
This, Hakyeon decides, is definitely a bad idea.
This being Wonshik’s birthday gift to him - a shiny new membership card (gold plated and everything) to the gym Wonshik goes to. Everything about it screams expensive, which makes Hakyeon feel just a little obligated to actually go at least once. It just opened up, and so far all the staff are in their mid-20’s and 30’s, easily making it one of the new “hot” spots for everyone to go to. It doesn’t help that it’s January, and the kids with New Year’s resolutions are kicking in (“It’ll dim down after the second week,” Wonshik supplies helpfully, as if Hakyeon isn’t one of them) and trying to buckle down while they still have the energy to.
But seriously, this place is ridiculous.
When he steps into the lobby (a lobby, he repeats to himself), he’s greeted with shiny marble floor and glass walls that showcase the spin class on his right. He can see the building open up past the front desk to the main floor where some of the weight machines are laid out. Everything screams high quality.
The lady working at the front desk is young and extremely pretty - Hakyeon feels a little out put, in his track pants and old tee, by all the glamour.
“Year long membership and four week trainer sessions, is that right?” she asks, scanning his card, and Hakyeon nods without really thinking about. But then he does. Think.
“F-four week trainer sessions?” he blurts, then flushes at her surprised face. “My friend got me the membership, I don’t even know what’s on it.”
“Oh!” She smiles then, and slides the card again through the computer scanner. “Well, your friend was very considerate. It’s a year-long membership, and you get to have four sessions with a personal trainer, spanning over a month. Would you like to start your first session today?”
“Sure?”
“Perfect. Would you like a list of the available trainers today? Right now there’s... Ok Taecyeon, Song Qian, Jung Taekwoon, Dong Youngbae...”
Hakyeon barely registers the names that the lady is saying before he cuts in, “I think... I don’t really know, can you choose for me?”
She stares at him and shrugs. “Well... You and Taekwoon are the same age, and he’s nice to beginners, so I would recommend him.”
“Alright,” he concedes. “I’ll go with uh, Taekwon.”
“Taekwoon,” she politely corrects him, and pages his to-be trainer.
Five minutes later, a tall guy in a snapback and soccer pants and a tanktop comes into the lobby, and the front desk lady gestures towards Hakyeon. “This is Jung Taekwoon - you guys are set for an hour session today, and then you two can plan at your own leisure. My name is Nana, by the way.”
Jung Taekwoon is, well, probably the reason everyone comes to this gym. He’s tall, muscular, and drop dead gorgeous. He also looks like he hates Hakyeon, until he opens his mouth to introduce himself.
“caught you changing and you have wings binded on your back” fallen angel au
bc i thought it would be funny if i combined the previous prompt and this one
vixx; hakyeon/taekwoon; 300 words
For all intents and purposes, as angelic as Taekwoon sounds and acts, Hakyeon doesn’t think he’s actually an angel. Until--
Well, until he accidently walks in on Taekoon changing in the locker room and catches sight of Taekwoon retightening the bandages across his chest and shoulder blades.
Hakyeon is definitely so delirious from previously fainting or something, because there’s no way that’s... No. He’s deluding himself.
Then the bandages come off, and Hakyeon presses himself up against the shower door and, yes. Those are definitely--
Well Hakyeon’s not sure what they are exactly. He knows what they look like, and they look like wings, or what used to be wings, but were cut off at the base, leaving a blunt edge that flutter slightly and Hakyeon nearly chokes on his spit because holy shit they’re moving.
He watches in near shock as Taekwoon redoes the binding, pulling the bandages back into place over the stubbed wings, and tugs his shirt back on. By then Hakyeon realizes he’s been wasting extra minutes of hot water and shuts it off and puts his clothes on.
When they meet outside, Hakyeon is shaking and he’s not entirely sure why. Taekwoon raises an eyebrow at him as they shake hands, and gives him a smile and thanks him for the session, and reminds Hakyeon to bring water next time.
“Yeah! Will do,” he says, not sure what he’s supposed to do with himself right now. “It was great! I mean, you’re a great trainer. I didn’t even know I could do a pull up until you made me. It felt like I had wings!” He splutters at the sudden comment, and Taekwoon is staring at him with hard eyes. “I mean! It was a good experience. Angelic, I mean, fuck-- I’m gonna go, I’ll see you next time!”
And that’s how Hakyeon’s first day at the gym for 2016 goes. Fuck his life.