Fic: So this one time...
Title: So This One Time...
Fandom: VIXX
Pairing/Characters: Taekwoon, Wonshik
Rating: G-ish
Wordcount: 500-ish
The one-sided conversation started easily enough with Wonshik sitting down and continuing to talk as if Taekwoon had been present for the rest of the conversation. He had tried to leave, but there was a drying rack in front of him, a window to his left, and a rapper with an inability to shut his trap to his right.
In the end he let the words pass over him as he plugged himself into his playlist and let tones drown out the rest.
"Are you even listening to him?"
Popping one bud out of his ear and looking from Wonshik to Sanghyuk and back again.
"He once got high with his cousin and ended up--" Wonshik slapped a hand over Taekwoon's mouth with a screech.
As much as Taekwoon wished he could tune out Wonshik's stories in the tunes of dubstep remixes that could muffle even the high pitched tones of Jaehwan's exaggerated crying over his past girlfriend, the words filtered through nonetheless.
Sanghyuk grinned, and walked away with a casual wave over his shoulder, "Tell me later, blackmail-hyung."
Taekwoon stared pointedly at Wonshik over his mouth covered hand.
When Wonshik finally did lower it, Taekwoon leaned close and whispered "and ended up blowing them."
Wonshik sat in silent terror and it was the best half-hour stuck between a drying rack, a window, and a loudmouth that Taekwoon had ever experienced.
--
"So, is it every time or just when you're with someone attractive?"
Taekwoon regards the splattering of foam that Wonshik at the mirror from brushing his teeth with distaste before continuing, "I assume your cousin was attractive."
It has dribbled down his chin but Wonshik doesn't pay attention to that as he drags Taekwoon into the bathroom in a panic and closing the door on them, wiping his mouth on his sleeping shirt and barely giving the mirror a glance, "Shut up. Fuck, of all the things I tell you, you have to have that one ingrained."
Looking between Wonshik and the mirror Wonshik finally gets the point but does nothing about it, "I thought you said you tuned me out."
"I do," Taekwoon is still looking between Wonshik and the mirror and the rapper wonders if it's for a different reason, it's likely not but hell Taekwoon could be many levels of 4D sometimes, "But, sometimes they're interesting stories."
Case in point.
"Sometimes?" Wonshik huffs, "I'm always interesting."
"Collecting scabs when you were a kid is not interesting, it's disgusting."
"And yet, you remembered."
"Was your cousin attractive?"
"Fuck," Wonshik drags his hands down his face in frustration, "If I answer your questions can we never talk about this again."
Taekwoon blinks at him and makes no movement either way, once or twice he looks a the foam making its way slow way down the mirror, "Mm, clean the mirror, Ravi-yah."
He leaves to find Jaehwan and Sanghyuk at the door, he raises one hand.
Five.
Four.
Three.
They bolt, he smiles.