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rating: g - r
pairings: all
wc: 1545
basically i made my own writing challenge by mashing up a bunch of other writing challenges - three sentences, all pairings, with title prompts pulled from my personal stash. i assigned the prompts specifically to the pairing, but if you wanna make it even harder, use a random generator. :v
n/ravi was inspired by this picture, n/hongbin and leo/hongbin are references to ep 1 of vixx file, and hongbin/hyuk is vixx tv ep 53. lowercase again because that's how i wrote them and now i'm too lazy to go back and capitalize.
bloodshot || n/leo
"is it worth it?" he asks taekwoon one night, nine hours into dance practice and still more to go. he whispers so the others won't hear, because hakyeon isn't supposed to ask those kinds of questions; he has to be strong, has to have faith, always, the willingness to give everything and then give even more than that because if he doesn't, how could he possibly ask it of them?
taekwoon says nothing, because he's not good with words and even less so when he's tired -- they all are, hakyeon knows, six walking messes of dark circles and trembling legs, strung too tight and spread too thin -- but he reaches out for hakyeon's hand and squeezes and hopes that hakyeon understands what he means to say:
every single moment.
pucker up || n/ken
"yah, are you eating my lip balm again?" hakyeon snatches the melon-flavored gel away from jaehwan and stares forlornly at the half-empty tube. "ahhh, you're so weird. why do you keep doing this?"
jaehwan smacks his lips and scrunches his nose at hakyeon, like the answer ought to be obvious. "because it tastes like you."
death in a white tie || n/ravi
he's studied the file a hundred times, memorized lists of past targets and known aliases (most recently seo inguk, and before that cha hakyeon), the caliber of bullet he uses (7.62 NATO cartridge for a modified savage 110 BA), even the type of wine he prefers (he doesn't, only drinks banana milk) -- all in the name of learning everything he can about the agent known monosyllabically as "n."
but even photos couldn't have prepared wonshik for the way n smiles as they stare each other down along the sights of silenced handguns, cool metal made even colder against the shocking red of his hair and the glow of coffee-colored skin.
"ooh," he purrs, sending shivers through wonshik like nails scraping down his spine. "you're prettier than the last one they sent."
this is a work of fiction || n/hongbin (feat. hyuk)
it's no secret that hakyeon spends a lot of time on the fancafe and sms, and his social network amongst MCs and DJs and their fellow idols is nothing short of impressive.
but sanghyuk, ha... sanghyuk is a fanboy, one who understands what it's truly like on the forums, the roleplay accounts, down in the trenches rife with magazine scans and photocard trades and feels -- he knows what real power is, knows exactly what to expect were he to, say, tweet a link to an "anonymously" written fanfic, accompanied by nothing by a :) .
fingers steepled, sanghyuk sits back and watches as the trends on naver and daum start to change almost instantly -- he will see his ship set sail.
love bites || n/hyuk
the alacrity with which sanghyuk takes to killing is frightening, even to hakeyon, who's lived long enough to see the rise and fall of empires. it's not just a matter of feeding himself -- sanghyuk bathes in the blood of his prey, tears throats and squeezes still-beating hearts, swallowing eagerly as he watches the light in their eyes sputter out with an almost orgasmic pleasure on his youthful face.
voracious, he thinks -- sanghyuk is voracious, and hakyeon has sired a monster.
cohabitation || leo/ken
he only agreed out of practicality -- seoul has been on drought alert for weeks, they're still working on fixing the gas leak at the jellyfish ent. building, and he and jaehwan haven't quite nailed the harmonies after the key change in their newest duet, which they're due to perform for the first time at a fansigning in two days. these were the best acoustics they had on short notice, so really, taekwoon is only doing what's necessary for the sake of the performance.
what isn't necessary is how jaehwan is draped all over his back as they do their warm up scales under the cool spray, hands running over taekwoon's wet abs and goddammit, that better not be a boner pressing into the back of his thigh -- the shower is small, but it's not that small.
ink stains || leo/ravi
ravi kim is a renowned french-korean graffer turned tattoo artist, whose style has been called the lovechild of banksy and xoil; taekwoon thinks he's better than both, but as the owner of ravi's very first piece -- massive, ink-drenched wings that span the entirety of taekwoon's back and shoulders, contouring ribs and collarbones and elbows and ending with sharp, concave lines of scapulars that vanish far below his waistband -- he may be a little biased.
"you're so beautiful," ravi whispers across the still-warm sheets, tracing calloused fingers across his skin in patterns that taekwoon has come to know as intimately as the prick of the needle.
taekwoon smiles -- he may be more than a little biased.
where is the cat || leo/hongbin
the PDs have moved on to capturing hakyeon and wonshik's latest bout of skinship, but the mirror is still there, and hongbin watches taekwoon watching himself, subtly tilting his head side to side and looking (if hongbin had to guess) quite pleased.
taekwoon blinks at him when the younger man settles on the arm of the chair, reaching out to gently stroke the short hair behind his ear with the curve of his knuckles.
"go away," taekwoon repeats, but he doesn't pull away from the touch and all hongbin hears is "myaaah~"
jailbait || leo/hyuk
sometimes taekwoon wishes he were better at small talk, because while everyone else is busy engaging themselves in banter with shindong and each other during the commercial break, sanghyuk is giving him that look again, the one that makes is really, really difficult to remember that he's still only eighteen. lately sanghyuk's been... not pushy, exactly, because taekwoon was quick to shut him down the first time he tried for more than just a handjob -- even if sanghyuk insists he's ready (oh god, has he ever made it clear he's ready), taekwoon is the one who's not exactly comfortable with the idea of having sex with a minor, told him as much, and while the maknae has technically been respecting that, he hasn't made it easy for taekwoon.
one more month, he thinks, repeating it like a mantra as he tries to ignore sanghyuk's shoeless foot rubbing against his crotch under the table.
sugarless || ken/ravi
there's a new guy working at the cafe wonshik frequents after his sets at the club down the street, and he manages to completely mix up wonshik's order with someone else's.
"oh, iced americano!" he exclaims the next day, grinning a thousand watts before biting his (very full, very kissable) lip and adding a bit more quietly, "i, uh... i was hoping you'd come back."
wonshik isn't a coffee drinker, but he thinks he can definitely learn.
smile like a razor || ken/hongbin
hongbin thinks jaehwan has the most beautiful smile. not the sunshine-y puppy dog one he shows the fans and cameras, but the one he keeps just for hongbin -- when jaehwan is on top of him, three fingers knuckle-deep and scissoring him wide open, curling ruthlessly because he likes it best when hongbin comes before he fucks him, writhing, overstimulated wreck, legs and lips split and begging like jaehwan is his god.
jaehwan -- silly, unassuming, adorable jaehwan -- has the kind of smile you could bleed yourself dry on.
but why is it sticky || ken/hyuk (feat. ravi)
"you fuckers," wonshik declares, glaring down in disgust at the satisfied-looking pair curled up on the couch. "this is the last time i'm letting you two borrow my laptop for your 'movie nights,'" he says, making air quotes with his fingers.
jaehwan laughs somewhat guiltily and glances at sanghyuk -- apparently they hadn't cleaned up the evidence as well as they thought -- but the maknae just hiccups before chirping, "sorry hyung, next time we'll remember to save some coconut pudding for you."
miss right || ravi/hongbin
"what name are you gonna go with?"
"you know," hongbin sighs, picking the lace at the edge of his skirt. "we both watched all of b+ diary, so you'd think we would've seen this coming."
"i dunno, i kinda like it," ravi shrugs, adjusting his thigh highs before reaching over to squeeze hongbin's sock-padded boobs again.
the curious case of || ravi/hyuk (feat. leo)
sanghyuk is a strange child, taekwoon thinks -- today, he's decided that wonshik, with his freshly-dyed bright orange hair, is a giant exotic bird in need of feeding. taekwoon watches as sanghyuk offers him, one careful strawful at a time, his concoction of strawberry milk and sugar water, cooing happily each time wonshik reluctantly surrenders his tongue. the look on wonshik's face when he swallows is almost enough that taekwoon wants to say something... but then, he's never been good at saying no to cute little kids either.
snowbunnies || hongbin/hyuk
"saranghae," hongbin whispers, hands and forehead warm against sanghyuk's own. the younger boy grins in that way that makes hongbin's heart clench, eyes flicking over to the approaching cameraman just in time for him to straighten up and push hongbin away with a girlish cry, arms flailing wildly as he dashes off across the snow-covered yard.
hongbin knows he's expected to give chase and goes prancing after him with a laugh, not missing the way sanghyuk quickly glances back to make sure he's being followed -- cute, but unnecessary, because sanghyuk should know that hongbin would follow that smile anywhere and everywhere.
pairings: all
wc: 1545
basically i made my own writing challenge by mashing up a bunch of other writing challenges - three sentences, all pairings, with title prompts pulled from my personal stash. i assigned the prompts specifically to the pairing, but if you wanna make it even harder, use a random generator. :v
n/ravi was inspired by this picture, n/hongbin and leo/hongbin are references to ep 1 of vixx file, and hongbin/hyuk is vixx tv ep 53. lowercase again because that's how i wrote them and now i'm too lazy to go back and capitalize.
bloodshot || n/leo
"is it worth it?" he asks taekwoon one night, nine hours into dance practice and still more to go. he whispers so the others won't hear, because hakyeon isn't supposed to ask those kinds of questions; he has to be strong, has to have faith, always, the willingness to give everything and then give even more than that because if he doesn't, how could he possibly ask it of them?
taekwoon says nothing, because he's not good with words and even less so when he's tired -- they all are, hakyeon knows, six walking messes of dark circles and trembling legs, strung too tight and spread too thin -- but he reaches out for hakyeon's hand and squeezes and hopes that hakyeon understands what he means to say:
every single moment.
pucker up || n/ken
"yah, are you eating my lip balm again?" hakyeon snatches the melon-flavored gel away from jaehwan and stares forlornly at the half-empty tube. "ahhh, you're so weird. why do you keep doing this?"
jaehwan smacks his lips and scrunches his nose at hakyeon, like the answer ought to be obvious. "because it tastes like you."
death in a white tie || n/ravi
he's studied the file a hundred times, memorized lists of past targets and known aliases (most recently seo inguk, and before that cha hakyeon), the caliber of bullet he uses (7.62 NATO cartridge for a modified savage 110 BA), even the type of wine he prefers (he doesn't, only drinks banana milk) -- all in the name of learning everything he can about the agent known monosyllabically as "n."
but even photos couldn't have prepared wonshik for the way n smiles as they stare each other down along the sights of silenced handguns, cool metal made even colder against the shocking red of his hair and the glow of coffee-colored skin.
"ooh," he purrs, sending shivers through wonshik like nails scraping down his spine. "you're prettier than the last one they sent."
this is a work of fiction || n/hongbin (feat. hyuk)
it's no secret that hakyeon spends a lot of time on the fancafe and sms, and his social network amongst MCs and DJs and their fellow idols is nothing short of impressive.
but sanghyuk, ha... sanghyuk is a fanboy, one who understands what it's truly like on the forums, the roleplay accounts, down in the trenches rife with magazine scans and photocard trades and feels -- he knows what real power is, knows exactly what to expect were he to, say, tweet a link to an "anonymously" written fanfic, accompanied by nothing by a :) .
fingers steepled, sanghyuk sits back and watches as the trends on naver and daum start to change almost instantly -- he will see his ship set sail.
love bites || n/hyuk
the alacrity with which sanghyuk takes to killing is frightening, even to hakeyon, who's lived long enough to see the rise and fall of empires. it's not just a matter of feeding himself -- sanghyuk bathes in the blood of his prey, tears throats and squeezes still-beating hearts, swallowing eagerly as he watches the light in their eyes sputter out with an almost orgasmic pleasure on his youthful face.
voracious, he thinks -- sanghyuk is voracious, and hakyeon has sired a monster.
cohabitation || leo/ken
he only agreed out of practicality -- seoul has been on drought alert for weeks, they're still working on fixing the gas leak at the jellyfish ent. building, and he and jaehwan haven't quite nailed the harmonies after the key change in their newest duet, which they're due to perform for the first time at a fansigning in two days. these were the best acoustics they had on short notice, so really, taekwoon is only doing what's necessary for the sake of the performance.
what isn't necessary is how jaehwan is draped all over his back as they do their warm up scales under the cool spray, hands running over taekwoon's wet abs and goddammit, that better not be a boner pressing into the back of his thigh -- the shower is small, but it's not that small.
ink stains || leo/ravi
ravi kim is a renowned french-korean graffer turned tattoo artist, whose style has been called the lovechild of banksy and xoil; taekwoon thinks he's better than both, but as the owner of ravi's very first piece -- massive, ink-drenched wings that span the entirety of taekwoon's back and shoulders, contouring ribs and collarbones and elbows and ending with sharp, concave lines of scapulars that vanish far below his waistband -- he may be a little biased.
"you're so beautiful," ravi whispers across the still-warm sheets, tracing calloused fingers across his skin in patterns that taekwoon has come to know as intimately as the prick of the needle.
taekwoon smiles -- he may be more than a little biased.
where is the cat || leo/hongbin
the PDs have moved on to capturing hakyeon and wonshik's latest bout of skinship, but the mirror is still there, and hongbin watches taekwoon watching himself, subtly tilting his head side to side and looking (if hongbin had to guess) quite pleased.
taekwoon blinks at him when the younger man settles on the arm of the chair, reaching out to gently stroke the short hair behind his ear with the curve of his knuckles.
"go away," taekwoon repeats, but he doesn't pull away from the touch and all hongbin hears is "myaaah~"
jailbait || leo/hyuk
sometimes taekwoon wishes he were better at small talk, because while everyone else is busy engaging themselves in banter with shindong and each other during the commercial break, sanghyuk is giving him that look again, the one that makes is really, really difficult to remember that he's still only eighteen. lately sanghyuk's been... not pushy, exactly, because taekwoon was quick to shut him down the first time he tried for more than just a handjob -- even if sanghyuk insists he's ready (oh god, has he ever made it clear he's ready), taekwoon is the one who's not exactly comfortable with the idea of having sex with a minor, told him as much, and while the maknae has technically been respecting that, he hasn't made it easy for taekwoon.
one more month, he thinks, repeating it like a mantra as he tries to ignore sanghyuk's shoeless foot rubbing against his crotch under the table.
sugarless || ken/ravi
there's a new guy working at the cafe wonshik frequents after his sets at the club down the street, and he manages to completely mix up wonshik's order with someone else's.
"oh, iced americano!" he exclaims the next day, grinning a thousand watts before biting his (very full, very kissable) lip and adding a bit more quietly, "i, uh... i was hoping you'd come back."
wonshik isn't a coffee drinker, but he thinks he can definitely learn.
smile like a razor || ken/hongbin
hongbin thinks jaehwan has the most beautiful smile. not the sunshine-y puppy dog one he shows the fans and cameras, but the one he keeps just for hongbin -- when jaehwan is on top of him, three fingers knuckle-deep and scissoring him wide open, curling ruthlessly because he likes it best when hongbin comes before he fucks him, writhing, overstimulated wreck, legs and lips split and begging like jaehwan is his god.
jaehwan -- silly, unassuming, adorable jaehwan -- has the kind of smile you could bleed yourself dry on.
but why is it sticky || ken/hyuk (feat. ravi)
"you fuckers," wonshik declares, glaring down in disgust at the satisfied-looking pair curled up on the couch. "this is the last time i'm letting you two borrow my laptop for your 'movie nights,'" he says, making air quotes with his fingers.
jaehwan laughs somewhat guiltily and glances at sanghyuk -- apparently they hadn't cleaned up the evidence as well as they thought -- but the maknae just hiccups before chirping, "sorry hyung, next time we'll remember to save some coconut pudding for you."
miss right || ravi/hongbin
"what name are you gonna go with?"
"you know," hongbin sighs, picking the lace at the edge of his skirt. "we both watched all of b+ diary, so you'd think we would've seen this coming."
"i dunno, i kinda like it," ravi shrugs, adjusting his thigh highs before reaching over to squeeze hongbin's sock-padded boobs again.
the curious case of || ravi/hyuk (feat. leo)
sanghyuk is a strange child, taekwoon thinks -- today, he's decided that wonshik, with his freshly-dyed bright orange hair, is a giant exotic bird in need of feeding. taekwoon watches as sanghyuk offers him, one careful strawful at a time, his concoction of strawberry milk and sugar water, cooing happily each time wonshik reluctantly surrenders his tongue. the look on wonshik's face when he swallows is almost enough that taekwoon wants to say something... but then, he's never been good at saying no to cute little kids either.
snowbunnies || hongbin/hyuk
"saranghae," hongbin whispers, hands and forehead warm against sanghyuk's own. the younger boy grins in that way that makes hongbin's heart clench, eyes flicking over to the approaching cameraman just in time for him to straighten up and push hongbin away with a girlish cry, arms flailing wildly as he dashes off across the snow-covered yard.
hongbin knows he's expected to give chase and goes prancing after him with a laugh, not missing the way sanghyuk quickly glances back to make sure he's being followed -- cute, but unnecessary, because sanghyuk should know that hongbin would follow that smile anywhere and everywhere.