vixx: follow for follow?
Title: follow for follow?
Pairing: ot6
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Hakyeon and Wonsik do and don't want to be mutuals.
a/n: canon-verse! - this is just meant to be silly haha + i think it’s fine they all don’t follow each other this is just to be hopefully entertaining ? anyway merry (late) christmas and happy holidays!
Wonsik got in late the night before; the slightest of alcohol buzzes hangs over him now, making it hard to open his eyes. He swipes at his face. He’s not delusional enough to accept that there’s a piece of paper attached to his head, and he pulls it off with fumbling fingers. His eyes are bleary, but he manages to realize that this is a sheet of blue stationary he’s holding.
In Hakyeon’s delicate handwriting is: “Follow me on Instagram.”
Wonsik joining Instagram was fine. There was nothing wrong with it. It was cute how he’d get people to hold his phone for him and take pictures of his outfits or posting his own content (that he’d show the others in a smiley voice -- “hey, look at this--”), but then Hakyeon joined.
“Follow me.”
“No, you follow me first.”
This, of course, caused repercussions.
Sanghyuk peeks his head up from the couch. Wonsik just stalked into the kitchen, waving a piece of paper. He’s staggering around, sleepy, and has his hood pulled up on his head and one sock missing. He was more than a little drunk when they got home last night. “This -- what is this?”
And Hakyeon’s voice: “A piece of paper.”
“I know it’s a piece of paper. Why are you spreading propaganda?”
Sanghyuk rolls his eyes. It’s the Instagram thing. They both are being ridiculous, but -- Sanghyuk makes a face -- he wouldn’t follow either of them either.
It’s a rare late morning in the dorm, so when Hakyeon bustles out of the kitchen with tea and in his night shirt, makeup-less and gleaming, it’s a little off-putting. He glows even with minimum hours of sleep. Sanghyuk watches as Wonsik totters out after him, sweatpants a couple days old and still mumbling with sleep-talk. Wonsik, however, takes much longer to wake up.
“It’s not that hard,” Hakyeon laughs. “Just follow me, and I’ll follow you.”
“You follow me first. I had an account longer….”
“I’m older. I’ve been on the earth longer.”
Sanghyuk raises a finger. “Can I make age jokes if you just admitted it?”
Hakyeon, tea in hand, raises a slippered foot at him.
Wonsik starts waving the paper around, and they continue to argue back and forth. Sanghyuk slides off the couch and crawls back to the bedroom. Inside, Taekwoon looks like a caterpillar in his blankets. He’s awake, but he has his earphones in looking at his phone. Hongbin and Jaehwan are huddled together, watching a video. The video’s of some sort of cat -- it’s meowing loudly -- and the two are chuckling. The video must be short because they keep replaying it.
“What do you want?”
Sanghyuk lays his head at Hongbin’s feet despite his blunt words. “They’re doing it again.”
Jaehwan pulls out a couple slips of paper. All in Hakyeon’s blue stationary, all printed in his hand-writing. “Is that why I woke up with these?”
Hongbin snaps his fingers like he forgot something and mentions, “Oh, yeah, Taekwoon and I stuck them on you while you were still asleep. I think he put them on all of us.”
Sanghyuk frowns. He didn’t have one. He also didn’t have an Instagram account to follow Hakyeon on, but neither do Hongbin or Jaehwan. Taekwoon made the mistake of getting one. “I didn’t get one.”
Jaehwan and Hongbin stare at him for a moment before laughing. Their laughter rouses Taekwoon, but once he realizes the noise is happy noise, he goes back to what he’s doing. Jaehwan reaches over Sanghyuk to swipe something from his bottom. “He got you on the ass.”
“My ass is off-limits for free advertising.”
Hongbin seems to think there’s a joke in there somewhere because he starts laughing harder, and his laughter sends Jaehwan into a new fit of giggles. Sanghyuk puts his forehead on the floor.
Hakyeon and Wonsik’s Instagram discourse would be more humorous if they didn’t involve anyone else in their antics. Poor Taekwoon. He receives message notifications from both of them (Hakeyon: “follow me on instagram :)” and Wonsik: “heyyy hyung~ you should follow me ^^ i’ll follow back!”) on a frequent basis, and they’ll quibble about it in the group chat.
Hakyeon 3:45 am: I would like everyone to know that I’m on the Instagram. You can follow me through this link.
Hongbin 6:10 am: don’t I already follow you in real life? and on twitter…. i think i’ve filled my requirement? ? ???
Hakyeon 6:11 am: >_>
Wonsik 6:23 am: now would b a gr8 chance 2 also say that i
Jaehwan 6:23 am: check out this cat playing the star wars theme song on a keyboard it’s life-changing hongbinnie and taekwoonie-hyung agree
Wonsik 6:23 am: also have an account pls i want 2 tag you guys.. :(
6:25 am: hyung what video is this….
Jaehwan 7:11 am: you tag us already though :(
Wonsik 10:34 am: :(
Taekwoon is resilient through it all, brushing off every attempt. “I don’t feel the need to have you guys follow me. It doesn’t bother me.” He chews his food slowly, the table rapt with attention to his words. Taekwoon’s verdict on the subject. “Besides, you show me what you’re going to post anyway.”
Wonsik breaks the table’s silence. There’s gopchang sizzling on the grill at the table, the busy restaurant ignorant of their business. “But what about when we’re not together? Hakyeon-hyung’s busy, and Hongbin’s gonna be busy, and what if it’s too busy; what if--” he puts his hand on the table, very serious, “--we’re too busy to show each other the stuff.”
The table looks back to Taekwoon. Response? He clicks his chopsticks together, runs his tongue between his upper lip and his teeth, swallows, and says in his token quiet tone, “Wonsik, I think I’ll live without knowing what outfit you wore last week.”
The table erupts. The amount of fire and burn Taekwoon exuded with such simplicity -- he might as well have pushed Wonsik’s face into the grill. Hongbin and Sanghyuk are standing, whooping, and Hakyeon has his face in his hands with his little shoulders hitching in laughter. Taekwoon continues to eat, but Jaehwan applies the emergency care for the sick burn.
“Don’t worry, Wonsikkie, you can keep sending me pictures of your outfits anyway.”
Wonsik sits with his hands steepled in front of his face for the remainder of the dinner.
Wonsik 3:10 am: don’t follow hakyeon-hyung he’ll just post his selfies with inspirational messages
3:25 am: pls follow me
3:25 am: i can see that u all are reading thESE
Sanghyuk 3:25 am: i’m blocking your number XD
“Hash-tag boring, hash-tag over-used, hash-tag give me a break.”
“Please, stop talking like that.” Sanghyuk can feel his face contorting. Hakyeon is looking at their dorm’s oven mitts, noticing that they’re all in need of a washing. Sanghyuk mistakenly wondered what he was doing, and then he started with this nonsense. He begs, “Please.”
“Hash-tag Sanghyukkie, hash-tag the human condition, hash-tag who returns these to the drawer after spilling junk all over them, hash-tag disappointed….”
“That would be Taekwoon-hyung and-or Jaehwan-hyung, but, please--”
Hongbin makes the poorly thought out decision to walk into the kitchen. He seems headed for a peek into the fridge rather than satisfying curiosity, but Sanghyuk shakes his head profusely at him. It’s too late. Hakyeon eyes him. “Hash-tag Hongbinnie.”
Hongbin recoils sharply as if hit with gunfire. “Never mind. I’m not hungry.”
Hakyeon makes the hash-tag symbol at him with his fingers before the younger can escape back into the living room. Out of sight, Hongbin lets out a wounded wail.
Sanghyuk and Hongbin are sitting on the couch somewhere after one in the morning. “I took Wonsik’s phone once and snooped at their accounts, and neither of them are very interesting. I think they think they’re more interesting than they really are.”
They have their feet propped up on the coffee table. Sanghyuk rams his foot into Hongbin’s in sudden enlightenment. “Wonsik’s posts the link back to his Twitter anyway; I know he and Hakyeon have that thing, but we see each other’s stuff just fine.”
Hongbin mimics the best he can. “He wants to tag us, Sanghyuk.”
“No offense or anything but I wouldn’t follow you.”
There’s a pause. “Not like I wanted to follow you or anything either.” Hongbin waves a hand. He looks suspicious, though. They sit in silence for a moment before Hongbin poses the question, “Jaehwan?”
Follow Jaehwan? More thoughtful silence…. At the same time, they agree, “Maybe.” Jaehwan is a definite maybe.
There’s a dastardly prank that Sanghyuk watches come to almost fruition. Source: Taekwoon. Of course. They’re waiting between schedules, and Wonsik has his earbuds in and eyes closed, oblivious; Hongbin’s busy with filming for his drama; and Hakyeon left to attend to something. It’s just Sanghyuk, Taekwoon, and Jaehwan.
Taekwoon leans over to whisper to Jaehwan. Thankfully, Sanghyuk is tuned in and inches closer to hear as well. The eldest present whispers, “Get Wonsik’s phone. Make him follow Hakyeon.”
Jaehwan shrinks away with a jerk of laughter that he’s doing his best to stifle. They’re not totally alone, with staff bustling about, and Jaehwan may not be too intent on drawing Wonsik’s attention. Sanghyuk pushes him back to Taekwoon as he leans in closer as well. “Hyung, do it.”
“Why me?”
The two stare at him for a moment, but it seems Jaehwan can’t deduce this answer. Sanghyuk fills in, “You’d be able to get his phone the easiest.”
Taekwoon nods in support.
“No--”
“You really think he’d give it to me or him?” Sanghyuk jerks his thumb at Taekwoon. Taekwoon keeps nodding. “Just tickle him and use your cute…tactics…and get his phone! He’ll let you have it one-hundred percent guaranteed ten-out-of-ten recommend.”
Taekwoon keeps nodding.
“Think how funny it’ll be.”
“But why Wonsik? Why not Hakyeon follow Wonsik?”
Sanghyuk looks to Taekwoon. Taekwoon supplies, “Because no one will ever, ever get his phone unless we outright steal it.” He pauses. “Besides he just changed his passcode; we’ll never break into it.”
Jaehwan’s appears more swayed than previously perceived. “I do know Wonsik’s passcode….”
“There you go.”
And Jaehwan almost got the phone. He almost got it. He was practically in Wonsik’s lap, pulling on his earphones, and they were giggling up a storm, but Hakyeon disrupted the whole thing with leaderly direction and staff members followed soon after to get them moving.
Sanghyuk and Taekwoon mourned for the lost opportunity.
Jaehwan 11:12 pm: um by the way please stop leaving memos on me please my body doesn’t appreciate it. and >A< no transferring of memos to my body either @ taekwoon @ hongbin
In the Christmas Upset of 2015 (what it will be known as in the years to come), it will never be confirmed who hits the button first. The incident does not come about in a polite manner. Rather, they’re squabbling in their way of play-fighting, and Hakyeon’s teasing about hitting the follow button on his app. He has his screen pulled up to Wonsik’s account and is trying to negotiate a peace talk, a simultaneous and mutual follow.
However that plan is quickly discarded after Wonsik tries to reach over with quick fingers and hit it himself. A struggle ensues. There’s a grapple for the phone. Hands are everywhere. The phone falls to the floor, and both lunge for it.
Wonsik’s account is followed.
There may have been a .2 second lapse of time between the follow and unfollow, but the aftermath is permanent. There will be countless retellings of how Hakyeon’s thumb clearly hit the button as he snatched the phone from Wonsik’s hands, or how Wonsik brutishly robbed Hakyeon of his phone and unfairly violated their agreement of a peaceful transaction, but the details are unimportant.
Not to Taekwoon, Jaehwan, Hongbin, or Sanghyuk anyway. Thoroughly done with the subject, they take their Christmas food and hide in the bedroom. Hongbin locks the door behind them while wearing facial expression that mirrors regret. He hisses, “Leave it in 2015.”
The remaining four gather on the floor to finish their Christmas feast and, if they pretend, there is peace.
Pairing: ot6
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2k
Summary: Hakyeon and Wonsik do and don't want to be mutuals.
a/n: canon-verse! - this is just meant to be silly haha + i think it’s fine they all don’t follow each other this is just to be hopefully entertaining ? anyway merry (late) christmas and happy holidays!
Wonsik got in late the night before; the slightest of alcohol buzzes hangs over him now, making it hard to open his eyes. He swipes at his face. He’s not delusional enough to accept that there’s a piece of paper attached to his head, and he pulls it off with fumbling fingers. His eyes are bleary, but he manages to realize that this is a sheet of blue stationary he’s holding.
In Hakyeon’s delicate handwriting is: “Follow me on Instagram.”
Wonsik joining Instagram was fine. There was nothing wrong with it. It was cute how he’d get people to hold his phone for him and take pictures of his outfits or posting his own content (that he’d show the others in a smiley voice -- “hey, look at this--”), but then Hakyeon joined.
“Follow me.”
“No, you follow me first.”
This, of course, caused repercussions.
Sanghyuk peeks his head up from the couch. Wonsik just stalked into the kitchen, waving a piece of paper. He’s staggering around, sleepy, and has his hood pulled up on his head and one sock missing. He was more than a little drunk when they got home last night. “This -- what is this?”
And Hakyeon’s voice: “A piece of paper.”
“I know it’s a piece of paper. Why are you spreading propaganda?”
Sanghyuk rolls his eyes. It’s the Instagram thing. They both are being ridiculous, but -- Sanghyuk makes a face -- he wouldn’t follow either of them either.
It’s a rare late morning in the dorm, so when Hakyeon bustles out of the kitchen with tea and in his night shirt, makeup-less and gleaming, it’s a little off-putting. He glows even with minimum hours of sleep. Sanghyuk watches as Wonsik totters out after him, sweatpants a couple days old and still mumbling with sleep-talk. Wonsik, however, takes much longer to wake up.
“It’s not that hard,” Hakyeon laughs. “Just follow me, and I’ll follow you.”
“You follow me first. I had an account longer….”
“I’m older. I’ve been on the earth longer.”
Sanghyuk raises a finger. “Can I make age jokes if you just admitted it?”
Hakyeon, tea in hand, raises a slippered foot at him.
Wonsik starts waving the paper around, and they continue to argue back and forth. Sanghyuk slides off the couch and crawls back to the bedroom. Inside, Taekwoon looks like a caterpillar in his blankets. He’s awake, but he has his earphones in looking at his phone. Hongbin and Jaehwan are huddled together, watching a video. The video’s of some sort of cat -- it’s meowing loudly -- and the two are chuckling. The video must be short because they keep replaying it.
“What do you want?”
Sanghyuk lays his head at Hongbin’s feet despite his blunt words. “They’re doing it again.”
Jaehwan pulls out a couple slips of paper. All in Hakyeon’s blue stationary, all printed in his hand-writing. “Is that why I woke up with these?”
Hongbin snaps his fingers like he forgot something and mentions, “Oh, yeah, Taekwoon and I stuck them on you while you were still asleep. I think he put them on all of us.”
Sanghyuk frowns. He didn’t have one. He also didn’t have an Instagram account to follow Hakyeon on, but neither do Hongbin or Jaehwan. Taekwoon made the mistake of getting one. “I didn’t get one.”
Jaehwan and Hongbin stare at him for a moment before laughing. Their laughter rouses Taekwoon, but once he realizes the noise is happy noise, he goes back to what he’s doing. Jaehwan reaches over Sanghyuk to swipe something from his bottom. “He got you on the ass.”
“My ass is off-limits for free advertising.”
Hongbin seems to think there’s a joke in there somewhere because he starts laughing harder, and his laughter sends Jaehwan into a new fit of giggles. Sanghyuk puts his forehead on the floor.
Hakyeon and Wonsik’s Instagram discourse would be more humorous if they didn’t involve anyone else in their antics. Poor Taekwoon. He receives message notifications from both of them (Hakeyon: “follow me on instagram :)” and Wonsik: “heyyy hyung~ you should follow me ^^ i’ll follow back!”) on a frequent basis, and they’ll quibble about it in the group chat.
Hakyeon 3:45 am: I would like everyone to know that I’m on the Instagram. You can follow me through this link.
Hongbin 6:10 am: don’t I already follow you in real life? and on twitter…. i think i’ve filled my requirement? ? ???
Hakyeon 6:11 am: >_>
Wonsik 6:23 am: now would b a gr8 chance 2 also say that i
Jaehwan 6:23 am: check out this cat playing the star wars theme song on a keyboard it’s life-changing hongbinnie and taekwoonie-hyung agree
Wonsik 6:23 am: also have an account pls i want 2 tag you guys.. :(
6:25 am: hyung what video is this….
Jaehwan 7:11 am: you tag us already though :(
Wonsik 10:34 am: :(
Taekwoon is resilient through it all, brushing off every attempt. “I don’t feel the need to have you guys follow me. It doesn’t bother me.” He chews his food slowly, the table rapt with attention to his words. Taekwoon’s verdict on the subject. “Besides, you show me what you’re going to post anyway.”
Wonsik breaks the table’s silence. There’s gopchang sizzling on the grill at the table, the busy restaurant ignorant of their business. “But what about when we’re not together? Hakyeon-hyung’s busy, and Hongbin’s gonna be busy, and what if it’s too busy; what if--” he puts his hand on the table, very serious, “--we’re too busy to show each other the stuff.”
The table looks back to Taekwoon. Response? He clicks his chopsticks together, runs his tongue between his upper lip and his teeth, swallows, and says in his token quiet tone, “Wonsik, I think I’ll live without knowing what outfit you wore last week.”
The table erupts. The amount of fire and burn Taekwoon exuded with such simplicity -- he might as well have pushed Wonsik’s face into the grill. Hongbin and Sanghyuk are standing, whooping, and Hakyeon has his face in his hands with his little shoulders hitching in laughter. Taekwoon continues to eat, but Jaehwan applies the emergency care for the sick burn.
“Don’t worry, Wonsikkie, you can keep sending me pictures of your outfits anyway.”
Wonsik sits with his hands steepled in front of his face for the remainder of the dinner.
Wonsik 3:10 am: don’t follow hakyeon-hyung he’ll just post his selfies with inspirational messages
3:25 am: pls follow me
3:25 am: i can see that u all are reading thESE
Sanghyuk 3:25 am: i’m blocking your number XD
“Hash-tag boring, hash-tag over-used, hash-tag give me a break.”
“Please, stop talking like that.” Sanghyuk can feel his face contorting. Hakyeon is looking at their dorm’s oven mitts, noticing that they’re all in need of a washing. Sanghyuk mistakenly wondered what he was doing, and then he started with this nonsense. He begs, “Please.”
“Hash-tag Sanghyukkie, hash-tag the human condition, hash-tag who returns these to the drawer after spilling junk all over them, hash-tag disappointed….”
“That would be Taekwoon-hyung and-or Jaehwan-hyung, but, please--”
Hongbin makes the poorly thought out decision to walk into the kitchen. He seems headed for a peek into the fridge rather than satisfying curiosity, but Sanghyuk shakes his head profusely at him. It’s too late. Hakyeon eyes him. “Hash-tag Hongbinnie.”
Hongbin recoils sharply as if hit with gunfire. “Never mind. I’m not hungry.”
Hakyeon makes the hash-tag symbol at him with his fingers before the younger can escape back into the living room. Out of sight, Hongbin lets out a wounded wail.
Sanghyuk and Hongbin are sitting on the couch somewhere after one in the morning. “I took Wonsik’s phone once and snooped at their accounts, and neither of them are very interesting. I think they think they’re more interesting than they really are.”
They have their feet propped up on the coffee table. Sanghyuk rams his foot into Hongbin’s in sudden enlightenment. “Wonsik’s posts the link back to his Twitter anyway; I know he and Hakyeon have that thing, but we see each other’s stuff just fine.”
Hongbin mimics the best he can. “He wants to tag us, Sanghyuk.”
“No offense or anything but I wouldn’t follow you.”
There’s a pause. “Not like I wanted to follow you or anything either.” Hongbin waves a hand. He looks suspicious, though. They sit in silence for a moment before Hongbin poses the question, “Jaehwan?”
Follow Jaehwan? More thoughtful silence…. At the same time, they agree, “Maybe.” Jaehwan is a definite maybe.
There’s a dastardly prank that Sanghyuk watches come to almost fruition. Source: Taekwoon. Of course. They’re waiting between schedules, and Wonsik has his earbuds in and eyes closed, oblivious; Hongbin’s busy with filming for his drama; and Hakyeon left to attend to something. It’s just Sanghyuk, Taekwoon, and Jaehwan.
Taekwoon leans over to whisper to Jaehwan. Thankfully, Sanghyuk is tuned in and inches closer to hear as well. The eldest present whispers, “Get Wonsik’s phone. Make him follow Hakyeon.”
Jaehwan shrinks away with a jerk of laughter that he’s doing his best to stifle. They’re not totally alone, with staff bustling about, and Jaehwan may not be too intent on drawing Wonsik’s attention. Sanghyuk pushes him back to Taekwoon as he leans in closer as well. “Hyung, do it.”
“Why me?”
The two stare at him for a moment, but it seems Jaehwan can’t deduce this answer. Sanghyuk fills in, “You’d be able to get his phone the easiest.”
Taekwoon nods in support.
“No--”
“You really think he’d give it to me or him?” Sanghyuk jerks his thumb at Taekwoon. Taekwoon keeps nodding. “Just tickle him and use your cute…tactics…and get his phone! He’ll let you have it one-hundred percent guaranteed ten-out-of-ten recommend.”
Taekwoon keeps nodding.
“Think how funny it’ll be.”
“But why Wonsik? Why not Hakyeon follow Wonsik?”
Sanghyuk looks to Taekwoon. Taekwoon supplies, “Because no one will ever, ever get his phone unless we outright steal it.” He pauses. “Besides he just changed his passcode; we’ll never break into it.”
Jaehwan’s appears more swayed than previously perceived. “I do know Wonsik’s passcode….”
“There you go.”
And Jaehwan almost got the phone. He almost got it. He was practically in Wonsik’s lap, pulling on his earphones, and they were giggling up a storm, but Hakyeon disrupted the whole thing with leaderly direction and staff members followed soon after to get them moving.
Sanghyuk and Taekwoon mourned for the lost opportunity.
Jaehwan 11:12 pm: um by the way please stop leaving memos on me please my body doesn’t appreciate it. and >A< no transferring of memos to my body either @ taekwoon @ hongbin
In the Christmas Upset of 2015 (what it will be known as in the years to come), it will never be confirmed who hits the button first. The incident does not come about in a polite manner. Rather, they’re squabbling in their way of play-fighting, and Hakyeon’s teasing about hitting the follow button on his app. He has his screen pulled up to Wonsik’s account and is trying to negotiate a peace talk, a simultaneous and mutual follow.
However that plan is quickly discarded after Wonsik tries to reach over with quick fingers and hit it himself. A struggle ensues. There’s a grapple for the phone. Hands are everywhere. The phone falls to the floor, and both lunge for it.
Wonsik’s account is followed.
There may have been a .2 second lapse of time between the follow and unfollow, but the aftermath is permanent. There will be countless retellings of how Hakyeon’s thumb clearly hit the button as he snatched the phone from Wonsik’s hands, or how Wonsik brutishly robbed Hakyeon of his phone and unfairly violated their agreement of a peaceful transaction, but the details are unimportant.
Not to Taekwoon, Jaehwan, Hongbin, or Sanghyuk anyway. Thoroughly done with the subject, they take their Christmas food and hide in the bedroom. Hongbin locks the door behind them while wearing facial expression that mirrors regret. He hisses, “Leave it in 2015.”
The remaining four gather on the floor to finish their Christmas feast and, if they pretend, there is peace.