the relative phenomena (01/03)
leo/N (taekwoon/hakyeon)
PG-13
summary: this is a love story.
author notes: 1, 681 words. the experimental debut fic of my ultimate VIXX OTP; leoN. i'm so interested by their complexities. yeah.
“ah~” hakyeon grimaces as consciousness creeps through his jelly-like body. his head is poundpoundpounding and the stinging burn inside of his ass doesn’t really help his hangover from wonshik’s-“it’s ravi, hyung, dammit.”-party.
huffing, haekyon shifts slightly to adjust the giant arm thrown across his torso. he snuggles more into the body heat, sighing in contentment because the giant arm is also tightening its hold-
wait.
a pale guy with jet black hair is on his bed, sleeping soundly. the guy’s muscular upper body is bare from any form of clothing, and by now hakyeon is well aware of his own nakedness because the breeze from his room’s air-con is seeping through his purple navajo print blanket; caressing his thighs and crotch and hips and stomach and-
(surprisingly, hakyeon is not freaking out. maybe it’s because he’d slept with guys before, twice; the first time was with ravi out of curiosity and the last was with an exchange student from china. ravi has always been a cool hoobae and the china chingu didn’t stay, while this time hakyeon can practically taste the guy’s name at the tip of his bland tongue.
the guy doesn’t look familiar, though.)
the digital alarm on his bedside table flips to seven.
hakyeon sighs again, lifting the giant arm off of him carefully and biting his bottom lip as he sits up. he didn’t plan to get laid, but he had the best sleep last night ever since the new semester started this spring. it’s been a long time, so he’s got nothing to lose.
he stands up on wobbly knees, and his vision swarms in technicolor for a split second before he can focus on putting a leg after another to pick a black t-shirt hanging on his computer chair and his jeans on the desk. it’s a painful journey to reach his bathroom, really, his inner muscles are clenching-unclenching like they’re trying to get accustomed to the emptiness.
“aishhh!” hakyeon’s face is all red when his reflection greets him on the full-body length mirror in the bathroom. he closes the door quietly because soon he’s having a mini mental breakdown at the fading bluish fingerprints on his frail (ravi’s compliment and/or insult) hips. he turns around and finds the same imprint on the back of his thighs. he raises his hands and voila; another decoration on each of his skinny, tanned wrists. he presses his nose to the mirror to inspect for hickeys, but weirdly enough the pale guy didn’t leave any, and hakyeon is torn. should he feel thankful because hickeys are always a bitch to cover up or should he be freaking out now because of the bruises?
hakyeon decides to take a quick hot shower rather than dwelling on the glaring impact of what had happened becauseholyshitnobodyhaseverhurtmegood and there are two tied condoms on the waste bin. no wonder, hakyeon rolls his eyes as he continues brushing his teeth.
he puts on the baggy (that’s weird, hakyeon dislikes baggy clothes) black t-shirt and his jeans, coming out of his bathroom to check on the still sleeping pale guy. he tiptoes to open his bedroom’s door, and wipes the imaginary sweat from his temple because his and ravi’s living room is apparently not that wrecked; just the usual littered paper cups and abandoned potato chips, rotting limes for the vodka shot, and other harmless trashes. no suspicious stain of vomit or something.
jaehwan is snoring loudly on the fancy blue sofa ravi’s umma had bought for her lovable son, and hakyeon tries his best not to wake the younger man as he starts picking up the paper cups. his waist is screaming at him whenever he bends down.
he’s just coming back from the kitchen to retrieve a huge trash bag when the pale guy appears, all in his shirtless glory with his unbuttoned jeans hanging low on his sexy hips that hakyeon squeaks,
“wooow, exhibitionist much?!”
the pale guy doesn’t even blink at the shallow accusation, his not exactly handsome but pleasant face is as blank as if walking around half naked in random someone else’s apartment that you just fucked is nothing out of ordinary.
hakyeon clutches the trash bag to his chest when the pale guy points a long finger at him and speaks soundlessly.
“mworago?” hakyeon is not the type to judge, but the soft and quiet voice doesn’t match with the pale guy’s overall intimidating package. it’s funny, in a way or another.
“that’s mine,” the pale guy repeats a little bit louder, and hakyeon follows where the pale guy’s finger is pointing at.
“oh,” hakyeon is quick to read the situation and he apologizes while strutting passes the pale guy back to his bedroom, slamming the door shut and peeling off the obviously-not-his-it’s-baggy black t-shirt and snatching the first t-shirt that he sees in his wardrobe; a light pink girls’ generation t-shirt with seohyun’s name printed on the front, the only shade of pink that looks great on hakyeon’s tanned skin (of course it’s seohyun’s color, that’s why it’s his favorite t-shirt) and hakyeon squeaks again when the pale guy knocks the door.
hakyeon counts to ten before he can compose himself to face the pale guy, throwing the baggy, black t-shirt to that muscular chest.
wow, he has defined abs too...
“gwenchanayo?”
hakyeon frowns.
“mwo?” he watches the pale guy smoothly wears the baggy (ew), black t-shirt. it fits the pale guy just right and hakyeon makes a mental note to stop neglecting ravi’s kind offering to go to the gym together.
“never mind,” and then the pale guy just stares at hakyeon and everything seems to happen in a slow motion from the unknown bitter aftertaste when he swallows to jaehwan’s snore in the background to the pale guy’s moving eyeballs to the returning throb in his head, in his ass, and in his heart.
wait.
what?
the pale guy walks away then, and hakyeon is sure he wasn’t imagining things.
“w-what’s your name?” hakyeon blurts out when the pale guy picks up the paper cups on the coffee table. the pale guy’s answer is lost to the trash bag’s crinkle as he takes over what hakyeon was doing.
wow, okay.
hakyeon watches the still anonymous pale guy. he watches how quiet that stranger is with his own deafening heartbeat and how the stranger watches him back with indifferent eyes and lazy poise. nobody says anything, and hakyeon doesn’t mind the silence for once.
he shrugs and smiles to the floor, suddenly liking the whole mysterious atmosphere from the pale guy. it’s not...calming, it’s just there like it holds a great power to silently (see the metaphor?) seep into hakyeon’s nerves; making him feel like he doesn’t have to please anybody by being his usually bubbly and talkative and-
“-yeon,” hakyeon snaps out of his reverie, “cha hakyeon.”
“y-yes?” he blushes when their eyes collide and the pale guy’s lips are twitching.
“nothing.” and then the pale guy moves to tend the mess on the kitchen and hakyeon doesn’t regret his stupidity to run after him because his sore ass is not a spoiled one, thank you very much.
“miahneyo, i didn’t get your name...” he says as the pale guy dumps used marshmallow skewers to the trash bag, “i...do i know you?”
“i’m taekwoon,” the pale guy’s voice is still too soft eventhough they’re only a yard away. “jaehwannie’s friend.”
jaehwannie? that’s cute!
“you’re not from my department, are you?” hakyeon grabs two bottles of untouched sprite and puts them in the sleek and fancy refrigerator ravi’s appa had bought for his prideful son and taekwoon answers that he’s from the science and tech department, which is located on the north side of the university. hakyeon, ravi, and jaehwan are all taking communications as their major and their campus is on the south side of the university.
hakyeon glances at the dirty dishes and he remembers that he did the dishes from ravi’s last party before the winter break and goes to fetch a rug instead. he wipes the kitchen’s counter as taekwoon leans against the sink, watching him.
“so how did you meet jaehwan?” he washes his hands and at taekwoon’s blank gaze towards the dirty dishes he explains, “it’s ravi’s job, don’t worry.”
taekwoon nods and says,
“we used to be neighbors.”
“really? how was jaehwan when he was a kid, huh? tell me. i swear he’s the weirdest!”
taekwoon actually smiles, and hakyeon adds without a second thought,
“i’ve been curious. does jaehwan have western blood in him? i know he has two hyungs, so how about them? are they all good looking like him? don’t tell me that they’re all just a bunch of weirdo siblings!”
taekwoon shakes his head.
“his hyungs are alright,” he says, “jaehwannie is more than alright.”
“awww you sap!” hakyeon coos before he can help it and thankfully taekwoon just hangs his head lowly, fiddling with his spidery fingers, probably smiling.
“so!” hakyeon laughs just because he can. “do you want some breakfast, taekwoon-ah? wait, how old are you? are you my hoobae or my sunbaenim? i’m twenty, by the way, my zodiac is cancer.”
“scorpio,” taekwoon puts his hands on his jeans’ pockets, “we’re the same age, hakyeon-ah.”
“that’s nice,” hakyeon swallows another bitter surely-not-the-alcohol lump because the way taekwoon says his name isn’t supposed to be anything special. “uhhh...so i think i have super k here. you want some?”
they have the simple breakfast on the kitchen’s floor, sitting next to each other. hakyeon mostly does all the talking because taekwoon’s quiet responses keep him going. taekwoon enjoys doraebang, he has three noonas, his major is architecture, he lives with his parents because he’s the only son and the youngest, and he asks for hakyeon’s number.
(hakyeon is tempted to ask why but he doesn’t want to come off sounding hopeful. or what.)
to be c o n t i n u e d
PG-13
summary: this is a love story.
author notes: 1, 681 words. the experimental debut fic of my ultimate VIXX OTP; leoN. i'm so interested by their complexities. yeah.
“ah~” hakyeon grimaces as consciousness creeps through his jelly-like body. his head is poundpoundpounding and the stinging burn inside of his ass doesn’t really help his hangover from wonshik’s-“it’s ravi, hyung, dammit.”-party.
huffing, haekyon shifts slightly to adjust the giant arm thrown across his torso. he snuggles more into the body heat, sighing in contentment because the giant arm is also tightening its hold-
wait.
a pale guy with jet black hair is on his bed, sleeping soundly. the guy’s muscular upper body is bare from any form of clothing, and by now hakyeon is well aware of his own nakedness because the breeze from his room’s air-con is seeping through his purple navajo print blanket; caressing his thighs and crotch and hips and stomach and-
(surprisingly, hakyeon is not freaking out. maybe it’s because he’d slept with guys before, twice; the first time was with ravi out of curiosity and the last was with an exchange student from china. ravi has always been a cool hoobae and the china chingu didn’t stay, while this time hakyeon can practically taste the guy’s name at the tip of his bland tongue.
the guy doesn’t look familiar, though.)
the digital alarm on his bedside table flips to seven.
hakyeon sighs again, lifting the giant arm off of him carefully and biting his bottom lip as he sits up. he didn’t plan to get laid, but he had the best sleep last night ever since the new semester started this spring. it’s been a long time, so he’s got nothing to lose.
he stands up on wobbly knees, and his vision swarms in technicolor for a split second before he can focus on putting a leg after another to pick a black t-shirt hanging on his computer chair and his jeans on the desk. it’s a painful journey to reach his bathroom, really, his inner muscles are clenching-unclenching like they’re trying to get accustomed to the emptiness.
“aishhh!” hakyeon’s face is all red when his reflection greets him on the full-body length mirror in the bathroom. he closes the door quietly because soon he’s having a mini mental breakdown at the fading bluish fingerprints on his frail (ravi’s compliment and/or insult) hips. he turns around and finds the same imprint on the back of his thighs. he raises his hands and voila; another decoration on each of his skinny, tanned wrists. he presses his nose to the mirror to inspect for hickeys, but weirdly enough the pale guy didn’t leave any, and hakyeon is torn. should he feel thankful because hickeys are always a bitch to cover up or should he be freaking out now because of the bruises?
hakyeon decides to take a quick hot shower rather than dwelling on the glaring impact of what had happened becauseholyshitnobodyhaseverhurtmegood and there are two tied condoms on the waste bin. no wonder, hakyeon rolls his eyes as he continues brushing his teeth.
he puts on the baggy (that’s weird, hakyeon dislikes baggy clothes) black t-shirt and his jeans, coming out of his bathroom to check on the still sleeping pale guy. he tiptoes to open his bedroom’s door, and wipes the imaginary sweat from his temple because his and ravi’s living room is apparently not that wrecked; just the usual littered paper cups and abandoned potato chips, rotting limes for the vodka shot, and other harmless trashes. no suspicious stain of vomit or something.
jaehwan is snoring loudly on the fancy blue sofa ravi’s umma had bought for her lovable son, and hakyeon tries his best not to wake the younger man as he starts picking up the paper cups. his waist is screaming at him whenever he bends down.
he’s just coming back from the kitchen to retrieve a huge trash bag when the pale guy appears, all in his shirtless glory with his unbuttoned jeans hanging low on his sexy hips that hakyeon squeaks,
“wooow, exhibitionist much?!”
the pale guy doesn’t even blink at the shallow accusation, his not exactly handsome but pleasant face is as blank as if walking around half naked in random someone else’s apartment that you just fucked is nothing out of ordinary.
hakyeon clutches the trash bag to his chest when the pale guy points a long finger at him and speaks soundlessly.
“mworago?” hakyeon is not the type to judge, but the soft and quiet voice doesn’t match with the pale guy’s overall intimidating package. it’s funny, in a way or another.
“that’s mine,” the pale guy repeats a little bit louder, and hakyeon follows where the pale guy’s finger is pointing at.
“oh,” hakyeon is quick to read the situation and he apologizes while strutting passes the pale guy back to his bedroom, slamming the door shut and peeling off the obviously-not-his-it’s-baggy black t-shirt and snatching the first t-shirt that he sees in his wardrobe; a light pink girls’ generation t-shirt with seohyun’s name printed on the front, the only shade of pink that looks great on hakyeon’s tanned skin (of course it’s seohyun’s color, that’s why it’s his favorite t-shirt) and hakyeon squeaks again when the pale guy knocks the door.
hakyeon counts to ten before he can compose himself to face the pale guy, throwing the baggy, black t-shirt to that muscular chest.
wow, he has defined abs too...
“gwenchanayo?”
hakyeon frowns.
“mwo?” he watches the pale guy smoothly wears the baggy (ew), black t-shirt. it fits the pale guy just right and hakyeon makes a mental note to stop neglecting ravi’s kind offering to go to the gym together.
“never mind,” and then the pale guy just stares at hakyeon and everything seems to happen in a slow motion from the unknown bitter aftertaste when he swallows to jaehwan’s snore in the background to the pale guy’s moving eyeballs to the returning throb in his head, in his ass, and in his heart.
wait.
what?
the pale guy walks away then, and hakyeon is sure he wasn’t imagining things.
“w-what’s your name?” hakyeon blurts out when the pale guy picks up the paper cups on the coffee table. the pale guy’s answer is lost to the trash bag’s crinkle as he takes over what hakyeon was doing.
wow, okay.
hakyeon watches the still anonymous pale guy. he watches how quiet that stranger is with his own deafening heartbeat and how the stranger watches him back with indifferent eyes and lazy poise. nobody says anything, and hakyeon doesn’t mind the silence for once.
he shrugs and smiles to the floor, suddenly liking the whole mysterious atmosphere from the pale guy. it’s not...calming, it’s just there like it holds a great power to silently (see the metaphor?) seep into hakyeon’s nerves; making him feel like he doesn’t have to please anybody by being his usually bubbly and talkative and-
“-yeon,” hakyeon snaps out of his reverie, “cha hakyeon.”
“y-yes?” he blushes when their eyes collide and the pale guy’s lips are twitching.
“nothing.” and then the pale guy moves to tend the mess on the kitchen and hakyeon doesn’t regret his stupidity to run after him because his sore ass is not a spoiled one, thank you very much.
“miahneyo, i didn’t get your name...” he says as the pale guy dumps used marshmallow skewers to the trash bag, “i...do i know you?”
“i’m taekwoon,” the pale guy’s voice is still too soft eventhough they’re only a yard away. “jaehwannie’s friend.”
jaehwannie? that’s cute!
“you’re not from my department, are you?” hakyeon grabs two bottles of untouched sprite and puts them in the sleek and fancy refrigerator ravi’s appa had bought for his prideful son and taekwoon answers that he’s from the science and tech department, which is located on the north side of the university. hakyeon, ravi, and jaehwan are all taking communications as their major and their campus is on the south side of the university.
hakyeon glances at the dirty dishes and he remembers that he did the dishes from ravi’s last party before the winter break and goes to fetch a rug instead. he wipes the kitchen’s counter as taekwoon leans against the sink, watching him.
“so how did you meet jaehwan?” he washes his hands and at taekwoon’s blank gaze towards the dirty dishes he explains, “it’s ravi’s job, don’t worry.”
taekwoon nods and says,
“we used to be neighbors.”
“really? how was jaehwan when he was a kid, huh? tell me. i swear he’s the weirdest!”
taekwoon actually smiles, and hakyeon adds without a second thought,
“i’ve been curious. does jaehwan have western blood in him? i know he has two hyungs, so how about them? are they all good looking like him? don’t tell me that they’re all just a bunch of weirdo siblings!”
taekwoon shakes his head.
“his hyungs are alright,” he says, “jaehwannie is more than alright.”
“awww you sap!” hakyeon coos before he can help it and thankfully taekwoon just hangs his head lowly, fiddling with his spidery fingers, probably smiling.
“so!” hakyeon laughs just because he can. “do you want some breakfast, taekwoon-ah? wait, how old are you? are you my hoobae or my sunbaenim? i’m twenty, by the way, my zodiac is cancer.”
“scorpio,” taekwoon puts his hands on his jeans’ pockets, “we’re the same age, hakyeon-ah.”
“that’s nice,” hakyeon swallows another bitter surely-not-the-alcohol lump because the way taekwoon says his name isn’t supposed to be anything special. “uhhh...so i think i have super k here. you want some?”
they have the simple breakfast on the kitchen’s floor, sitting next to each other. hakyeon mostly does all the talking because taekwoon’s quiet responses keep him going. taekwoon enjoys doraebang, he has three noonas, his major is architecture, he lives with his parents because he’s the only son and the youngest, and he asks for hakyeon’s number.
(hakyeon is tempted to ask why but he doesn’t want to come off sounding hopeful. or what.)
to be c o n t i n u e d