#Cha Hakyeon x reader

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Preference: VIXX Seeing You For The First Time

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Hakyeon:  He had been out getting some groceries for the dorm. He was grabbing some fruit when someone walked up beside him. He had only glanced up for a second but had to do a double-take. The person standing next to him was stunning, and when she flashed him a smile, he almost dropped the basket he was carrying. As she walked away, he was determined to talk to her before she left.

Taekwoon: Taekwoon was seated in a coffee shop having his morning coffee. He glanced up from his phone when the door opened. A woman walked up to the counter and ordered a drink with a smile on her face. For some reason, Taekwoon just couldn't take his eyes off of her. He only regained his senses when she began walking towards him. He sent her a soft smile that she returned. As she sat down at the table next to his, Taekwoon knew that it was going to be a good day.

Jaehwan: Jaehwan had been out with a few castmates from the musical he was in. They had just entered the restaurant when he saw her. She was sitting a few tables away with her friends. She was laughing at something that one of them had said. Jaehwan was momentarily stunned, it was the most beautiful sound that he had heard. A nudge on his shoulder brought him back to reality. He smiled to himself. He was not leaving without talking to her.

Wonshik: Wonshik was at the convenience store, it was 1:30am. He had run out of the steam at the studio and had decided to get something to eat. He was about to check out when someone burst into the small store. She hurriedly began grabbing items from the shelves. Wonshik could tell that she was in a rush, but noticed how beautiful her concentrated look was. He smiled to himself as he paid. Maybe they would end up walking in the same direction, and he could learn her name.

Hongbin: Hongbin was sitting in an empty cafe late at night. It was a twenty-four-hour place that he frequented. Suddenly, the door opened. Hongbin choked on his drink. It was like in the dramas that he acted in when the guy saw the girl for the first time and knows he's in trouble. He knew that it was cheesy, and his own reaction was making him cringe inwardly, but he knew that he just had to meet her.

Sanghyuk: Hyuk was getting some take-out before he headed to the studio. He immediately noticed that there was someone new working. Hyuk was a regular at the restaurant, the owners, an elderly couple, knew him by name. As he approached the counter, he noticed her concentrated look as she filled orders. Suddenly, the kitchen door opened. One of the owners walked out. The second she saw Hyuk she broke into a smile, calling him over. This caught the girl's attention. Hyuk almost tripped when she smiled at him. This was his favorite place to get take-out, but he might have to find more reasons to stop by.

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All I Ask of You | j.tw (VIXX)

FT. a lot of Cha Hakyeon

Title: All I Ask of You

Word Count: 3k+

Rating: NR

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mystery

Warnings: A lil Profanity

Pairings: Phantom!Leo x fem!Reader, Cha Hakyeon x Reader

Summary: You couldn’t take him terrorizing you anymore, but after he overhears your plan to leave him, things begin to escalate in a way you didn’t expect.

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Your footsteps crunched in the snow as you walked quickly towards the railing on the opera's roof. You couldn't take it anymore. Ever since Carlotta left the opera, terrified and destroyed by the coincidence that took place during the last show when she croaked like a toad, you became the new Prima Donna. You were the opera's biggest hit now. All pressure was on you.

The chilly weather surrounding you didn't phase you as you couldn't get the thought out of being part of the upcoming and long awaited show. You didn't mind being in the show, that's not what you feared, but you knew he would be watching as he always was. That thought made your body shiver and your heart stop beating.

"Y/N!" Distant crunching comes closer quickly and you turn to see a familiar face that makes relief fly onto you for an instant. Your childhood sweetheart met your eyes and smiled brightly despite the lack of air he was receiving. He was panting lightly, dawdling sluggishly towards the railing you stood in front of and leaned against it with his elbows on the snow. Your hands were stuffed into your light jacket's pockets and your hood on top of your hair. You came out in a rush without a care in the world about what you wore, but frankly, getting sick would help a lot in a crisis like this. Your smile was small and didn't last long.

“Why’d you come here, Hakyeon?”

"I'm wondering the same for you.." he stood straight then, attempting to dust off the already melted snow off his coat's sleeves. His head tilted once you didn't answer. "You stormed out of the director's office with tears in your eyes."

He saw? You frown. Great, he's probably like him now..

"It was nothing." You turned your head and faced forward at the dead, yet beautiful, scenery in front of you of the city. The tears were beginning to form and you damned your eyes and emotions for being so sensitive now. Here was the love of your life wanting you to pour everything out, and all you were doing was trying to be an independent woman and solve this on your own. But you knew you couldn't. He's too powerful. He didn't need his looks or personality to attract you. All he needed was his voice- the voice you mistook for an angel's.

Hakyeon shook his head. "Don't waste your breath on lies, Y/N. I know something is bothering you. You can tell me you know-" His hand touches your shoulder and instantly you pull away. You knew a single touch would make you burst into a nasty cry.

His sigh was defeating but he kept pushing.

"Lately" he began, his voice soft, comforting, tempting you to slam into his embrace, "I've been noticing how you haven't been acting like yourself necessarily, kinda like you feel bothered by my presence..." There was a ounce of sadness overwhelming his voice that was usually strong when talking to others, but when it came to you, Hakyeon would show emotions without really realizing it. "When I first came here you were happy. You remembered me.." You peer over at Hakyeon and see his head dropped down slightly, a small smirk plastered on his lips. The sight makes regret flood over you.

"It's nothing against you." you mumble, causing him to glance at you. "You'll understand in time. It's just that..I'm..I'm afraid."

He arches closer while examining your face with a concerned look on his. "Of what? The show?"

You drop your head and bite your lip, thinking about what you can tell him. You trust Hakyeon with your whole heart and he's given his to you, even after all these years. The connection between you two picked up right where it stopped when you were just children. It's fate, isn't it? You can tell him anything...right?

Not being able to form the words, Hakyeon embraces you suddenly, whispering "Oh, my precious Little Lotte, you have nothing to fear while I'm here. Nothing can harm you." You look up at him, a childish and relieved smile shown on his beautiful face. Feeling his warm body pressed against you makes you almost forget what was happening and where you were.

"Can you promise me something, Hakyeon?" you ask, smiling up at him in relief and your heart fluttering with butterflies at the sight of his smile.

"Hmm?" his eyes are closed, savoring this moment he didn't think he'd get since you were playing hard to get in the beginning.

"Take me to Canada when my performance is finished."

He pushes you away from him only enough for you both to look at one another. He furrows his eyebrows, "Why do you suggest that?"

You shrug and smile. "After all this time, I've just wanted to be with you. If I go with you I'll never leave your side, I swear."

He giggles like a little school girl, causing you to laugh, and he agrees. "Then, promise me something as well, Little Lotte." You nod as you continue to stare into each other's eyes, taking in this beautiful moment. "Love me, that's all I ask of you."

His words fling into your ears, making a bright smile appear on your face instantly. You needed to hear those words. Getting on your tippie toes, and with your hands on the sides of his face, you gently press your lips against his. Both of your hearts flutter.

"Showtime!"

You head snaps towards the closed door of your dressing room. "I’ll be out in a second!" Quickly facing your vanity's mirror, you apply lipstick trying not to mess up and go on stage looking like a clown as you normally did. You stand and examine your dress before hurrying out to the rest of the performers.

Passing by all the props being pushed around, you approach one of the directors who smile in relief at your sight. "I'm so glad you decided to sing for us, Y/N. We thought the opera would be a disaster if someone else didn't play the main role. Thank you so much, you look stunning!" You smile and thank him for his compliments. In the back of your head you curse him for making it seem like it was only you who could save the opera when you knew a bunch of the backup dancers would kill to get the main role. He pats your shoulder lightly before heading to scold someone for putting a prop in the incorrect place, leaving you alone.

Slowly, you make your way to the center of the stage, staring straight ahead at the blood red curtain before you. Your hands shook just imagining the crowd, and the single person you knew would be watching. From above? From directly in front of you? From the side? Oh, it didn't matter. He was always there.

"Y/N." You look at your coworker who was in the duet song that was going to be played second. He was dressed as a Nobleman and is mustache just added to the look. "You ready?"

You shook your head, but once you added your smile, it seemed like you meant it. "For whatever's to come, of course."

It wasn't long before everyone got into their places, either on the stage or on the side behind the wall. And your heart was beating. The spotlight wasn't on you yet but you could feel yourself sweating. You shook off the nerves and grabbed the prop from the table you sat on. And the curtain rose all too fast. You froze.

In front of you was pure darkness except for the exit signs that stood out. Oh..oh..what did I get myself into?..

Your eyes flew from seat to seat as you tried your best to see who sat in the seat. You eventually gave up once you remembered that he wore a black cloak. He was the shadow, so it was no use.

The Nobleman and his single Knight were singing as you shined the apple on your skirt. Your bug eyes kept flinging everywhere, but once you gleamed up at Hakyeon sitting in one of the boxes to the left of you, smiling and silently clapping despite you barely doing anything, the cautious feeling calmed down and you acted more natural.

Soon the duet came, and as soon as the Knight disappeared from the stage, you heard a voice fill the whole opera house. It was familiar but not the Nobleman's. Emerging from the curtain of the small prop meaning to be a house, you come face to face with a man draped in a full body cloak. Chills run down your whole body as it arches closer to you and continues to sing. Oh, his voice is sweet, dominating, hypnotic - it was Leo’s.

Your mouth dropped open and you ran to get off stage. One of your directors holds a hand up, before you take another step closer, and shakes his head violently. He shoos you back on. All went silent and you slowly looked back at the man who you knew would be here. The one who makes your body go weak.

Your eyes automatically search for Hakyeon. As your eyes meet, he mouths "You're safe" and it makes your eyes tear up.

The first note is quivered but you swallow back the tears and make your way to HIM as instructed in rehearsals. The shows go on. Your voices harmonize and go together like puzzle pieces. The lyrics of the song...you can feel the way he sings it with an emotion you didn't know he would possess in a dead, soulless, creature like him.

Soon, the end of the song came, and you hadn't realized that you got off the rehearsed actions. You stood in front of him now, listening to him sing words that weren't part of the song. Without thinking you gently push down the hood of the cloak. Gasps fill the house but he continues to sing. You're met with a white mask, narrow eyes, and his exposed face that was left unblemished. As you stare into his narrow eyes that looked down at you with tears forming and a moony gaze, his voice begins to get louder.

"Y/N, that's all I ask of-" your hands fling to the white mask he wore on half of his face and the screams came, including his own. The opera house goes dark.

He was ugly. You couldn't hide your face that retorted in disgust.

"You did this, Y/N!" his voice boomed throughout the corridors, echoing. You hoped someone would hear him. "You betrayed me! I gave you my music and this is how you repay me!? Your Angel Of Music?!” Everything was happening all too fast for you to react properly. You didn't scream or pull away from his death grip on your wrist, you almost thought that if you moved further from him then your wrist would snap.

Once you made it to the lake, he threw you on the small boat when you first refused to do so. Slamming into the boat caused you to hit a small bench on your head. He jumped in after, untied the boat from the dock, and began rowing quickly as if it were his way of releasing anger.

He began to ramble, shouting as he did so. You couldn't get your eyes away from his face.

It seemed so surreal. He was a dead man walking. There was an unusually big gnash on the side of his head nearly exposing his brain, a few strands of raven black hair on his head, a single nostril was sunken in only looking like a small black hole, his eyebrows and eyelashes were nonexistent, the side of his lip was swollen, and even his cheek was sunken in. The multiple deformities on his face were unearthly, and it was odd that they only occurred on one side of his face. You almost felt bad for him. But he killed people. Even if he were attractive you still would've feared him.

You can see the fire gleam in his narrow eyes as he notices that your eyes haven't left him. He throws the paddle down on the boat near your feet and takes off the cloak, tossing it on the water.

"Stare all you want! This is your future husband" the smile on his face is menacing, making you curl up closer to the other side of the boat that was across from him "might as well get used to the sight of his vile creature, baby!" His voice caused you to wince. He leaned closer to you, sitting on the only bench on the small boat, his hand meeting the paddle. You couldn't lean back any further since you'd fall off the boat. He stood up and you managed to catch sight of the frown now placed on his face.

Once you got to the space where he lived just near the water, you attempted to jump in, but as he caught you and threw you back onto the concrete floor you nearly shit yourself since you knew there was no hope left. You knew your only chance of living would be to submit to him.

It was just you and him and his small shrine dedicated to you.

"You were going to leave me!" his booming voice caused you flinch as you stayed on the cold floor. He knew?.. You didn't move any further until he came up to you and crouched down at your level. You picked up your head slightly to meet his dead eyes but in a quick movement his hand flies to your throat. Your head was held back and you squinted your eyes tightly as his grip around your neck slowly tightened as well. You couldn't move. Fear swarmed over you and your mind went blank.

"Did you think I wouldn't hear you on the roof with your lover?" he growled through gritted teeth. His face was close to yours now and his eyes looked upon your helpless face. "Did you think I wouldn't have followed you up to the roof to comfort you myself? Wow, how foolish do you think I am?"

Your heart began to pound as you could no longer breathe comfortably. You attempted to gasp for air and your hand even went up to his, but he only looked at you and slowly released. He threw you back and your head hit the concrete.

"I love you, Y/N, and I assumed you felt the same.." suddenly his voice was softer but you didn't pay any attention. You were too busy inhaling the air and rubbing the back of your head. "b-but..you lied to me.."

Sitting up steadily, you eyed the man who sat with his head in his hands just a few inches away from you. You backed up from him but he suddenly lifted his head. Leo's red, moistened eyes caught your attention and caused you to come to a halt.

"You played with my feelings, Y/N..why do I still want you?.."

You don’t know what to say.

"I-“ his hand flew up ordering you to be silent. Leo faced you and his smile sent chills down your body once more. "We have a guest."

"Y/N!" Your head snapped towards the enterance of the area Leo lived in. Seeing Hakyeon running through the water caused you to do the same. You ran into his arms and smiled, tears already spilling over once you touched him.

You knew he’d come to save you.

"We need to leave! Before it's too late, Hakyeon!" You tugged on his sleeve in the direction of the enterance. You caught sight of the pistol in his hand and your heart sunk. "Hakyeon!"

He pulled his arm away from you, "I have to kill this man! He's been terrorizing you and everyone!"

You shook your head and worry and eagerness became to consume you. "NO! Hakyeon, please! Let's leave I don't want him to hurt you!"

"He won't.." Hakyeon's tentative eyes gazed around before meeting yours. He places his free hand on your cheek. "I'm going to make sure he never haunts your days again, Little Lotte."

Hakyeon's words always find a way to make you feel the right way, but a shadow emerges from behind him and wrapped something around Hakyeon's neck. You scream as you watch Leo drags Hakyeon like he were a rag doll despite Hakyeon trying his best to break free from the man's strength. You chased after them and tried prying him from Leo but it was no use since Leo pushed you with force that made you hit the floor harder then you thought a human could be capable of. Leo brought your sweetheart to a pipe that hung a few inches off the ground and tied the end of the rope to it, while Hakyeon's neck was stuck in the noose.

"Leo! Please, don't! He didn't do anything-"

"HE TOOK YOU FROM ME AND YOU.." he stopped, his expression softening and his head dropping, "you let him take you.."

Leo shook his head and faced forward at you, who looked at him in desperation.

"So what'll it be, Little Lotte?" he mocks Hakyeon, smiling like a fool. "Either this man gets freed or you send him to his death?"

Your eyes dropped along with your eyebrows and your breathing quickens. "Don't be like this, Leo! Don't be unfair-"

"And you aren't unfair to me?"

You remain silent. "So? Either me or you send this fool," his hand gripped the end of the rope and pulled down a little which caused Hakyeon to gasp and almost stand on his tippie toes, "straight to his death?"

You back up, your chest popping up and down. Tears are forming once more in your eyes. "I..I.." Something catches your attention in the corner of your eye. Swimming in the water, nearing the concrete where you're standing, comes the pistol that fell from Hakyeon's hand when Leo put the noose over his neck.

Your eyes meet Leo's again.

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Hi! This is my first fanfic here, which I hoped you enjoyed! Please tell me what you think of this and how I could possibly improve my work. I take requests as well so don’t be shy! I write for many groups (as you can see on my master list) so ask away! Thanks for reading! 😄

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Kiss

Hakyeon x Reader

In which he just wants her extra time and her...

Call it it a coincidence but you working at a dance studio was never necessarily on your to do list. Nor was finding yourself oddly enticed by the assistant teacher.

Now you two were complete opposites.

He taught the modern classes.

You were a ballet instructor.

Both of you however had years of dancing experience on your belts.

However modern was not necessarily your taste in dancing. However Hakyeon yearned to be the male dancer whom wrapped his arms around your waist. He wanted to put the class of students in awe as he put his essence into creating art with you. 

But you were just so damn stubborn. 

Giving him sly looks as you walked past him, or even watching him with your hip leaned against the door way of his practices without even a simple hello. Things however were bound to change eventually, and you were in for quite the treat that day.

You walked in with the silent studio running a hand down your neck as you greeted the front desk lady and walked to the back punching your time card and walking into the dressing room where you locked up your personal items and slipped on your slippers.

Someone had booked the entire month with you for private lessons. He was an absolute amateur and in his late twenties which surprised you quite a bit however you weren't one to judge a persons personal goals.

You walked into the studio and felt the reach you’d held in slip past your lips seeing him there stretched out on the floor.

“Hello Ms.L/N” You had to bite the inside of your cheek just to hold back the snarky remark to come from your lips.

“Hello, I’m glad to see you are early I don’t like when students are late” You answered keeping a professional looks you hooked up your phone to the stereo. 

��Please take your place at the barre” He stood slowly walking past you to stand on the other side of the bar facing you.

“What exactly is your goal Mr.Cha?” You asked moving your feet to first position. He moved his feet in the same manner moving his arm just like yo did and slowly performing an elegant pile.

“Well I thought why not dabble in a different art form to get some inspiration for an upcoming dance showcase” He answered calmly dropping down into a grande pile with you. You stood walking around to his side of the barre watching his movements.

“Ah is that so?” You asked fixing his legs and straightening his back with a gentle touch that sent visible shivers down his spine.

“Mhm” He hummed slowly leaning forward brushing floor and coming up to see you stand in front of him.

“When you perform Mr.Cha you must make sure your posture is at its best’ You placed your hands on his shoulders pushing them back and tilting his head up just a bit.

“I’ll remember that Miss.L/N” You took a sharp intake through your nose and held out your hand.

“Alright Yeonie let’s be honest your not here to learn ballet so what are you here for” You asked narrowing your eyes. He gave you a smile grabbing your outreached hand pulling you flush against his own body.

“Give me a chance” You scoffed going to walk away only for him to twirl you back into arms.

“You and I, as if” You scoffed and let your arms fall back letting him dip the both of you slowly to the ground gazing into is sharp eyes “I know this little game of your Cha and I refuse to be  mere pawn of it” 

He brought you up letting you twirl while he held your hips lifting you up as you curled your leg around his body.

“I’d never do wrong by you, I just want your extra time and your..” He slowly lowered you so you were a breath away. You weren't gonna lie your defenses were slowly falling and his embrace was comforting. 

“No” Your eyes snapped open as you placed your hands against his chest starting to walk toward the door. 

“Please, take a chance on me Y/N” Your hand was resting on the door handle and you held your breath. You could see him face no longer with that cocky smirk his eyes soft and full of emotion, and he had been fell to his knee holding his arms out.

You turned slowly walking toward him placing your hands on his shoulders. You slowly leaned down letting your leg lift as well as you kissed him feeling him stand your leg lowered as he lifted you pulling back catching a glimpse of a rare smile on that stoic face.

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Mafia!Hakyeon

Requested:  Hi can u do a VIXX N mafia au?

Warnings: mentions of blood, death and sex but nothing explicit

I am really excited to write this because N is my VIXX bias and nobody can deny that sometimes our concept kings really give off that mafia vibe. 

This is based off of a prompt I remember reading a while ago and after some digging I found where it came from, so shoutout to @fanficy-au for the prompt ideas

Also, for future reference, unsub means unknown subject and refers to the suspect in a criminal investigation. I watch way too much Criminal Minds.

Cha Hakyeon

Also known as ‘N’

Is the leader of mafia group known as VIXX, based in Seoul, South Korea

It is a very powerful group, but not very well known; mainly because they stay out of the public eye so that they can carry on their activities without the police being on their case constantly

And although they of course do illegal things

But their main goal is to take justice into their own hands when the law won’t

When the boss retired, he passed the role on to his youngest son, Hakyeon instead of his older brother or one of his older sisters, who all decided to lead normal civilian lives

This caused some tension among the older members of VIXX who thought he was too young and inexperienced, and that they should have got the leadership role instead

This tension was quickly dissolved when Hakyeon showed his capability when a rival gang had managed to infiltrate their ranks

Long story short; he quickly figured out the situation and tricked the spies into revealing themselves shortly before they would have destroyed VIXX from the inside out

These men haven’t been heard from since

This is where Hakyeon became known as ‘N’ as he changed the fate of the seemingly doomed mafia group

(If you didn’t know, Hakyeon came up with the stage name ‘N’ based of the korean word for fate, in-yeon, and the yeon in Hakyeon also took that form)

From then on, nobody questioned his abilities (outright at least)

He has five people in his ‘inner circle’ not including him who he would trust with his life

These are Taekwoon, Wonsik, Jaehwan, Hongbin and Sanghyuk

And they know that despite he cold, stoic persona he puts on when facing the leaders of other groups, officials or lower ranked VIXX members

He is actually quite warm and dorky

He often acts like a mother 

Which often catches many people off guard when he visits one of the warehouses they own and starts to scold the workers for not dressing warmly enough or not taking enough breaks

Thus the nickname ‘N-jumma’ comes about

Not that anyone except Hyuk actually calls him that to his face

Basically, he is last person someone would think to be the boss of a powerful mafia

He loves to dance when he gets the spare time to do so, and is actually very talented at it

He even made one of the rooms in his large house a dance studio, wall length mirrors and sound system included

When not doing paperwork, bossing people around or dancing he can often be found reading somewhere

And literature is the reason he meets you

Well, kind of anyway

You are an up and coming author, already being praised for your amazing mystery novels

They are clever and not cliche driven with amazing storylines and plot twists that nobody ever sees coming

And it is all going well for you

Until you get summoned for questioning by the police

Sitting in an interrogation room with no explanation as to why you are there

Until a detective comes in and tells you why

It turns out that there is a serial killer on the loose

And they are taking inspiration from your books

And just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse

They tell you that the unsub seems to be obsessed with you; having left notes that he is a big fan of your books and is killing so that your novels get exposure, and they are always signed off with a cursive ‘N’

Which is weird considering you live in South Korea

So that night you go home and try to get some sleep which is hard now you have the knowledge that someone is killing people for you, and that there is a policeman standing outside your door ‘just in case’ the killer tries to get to you

Meanwhile, as you lay in your bed in a restless sleep

On the other side of the city Cha Hakyeon stands pacing his office whilst his inner circle sit, all brainstorming ideas

He has just received the news concerning the serial killings

And it is troubling

He is a big fan of your books as everyone knows

He can often be seen with one in hand and has a shelf in his library solely for them

And apparently knows this and is trying framing him for these murders

There are many people it could be

If he gets arrested for this then that gets him out of the way

And so it could be somebody wanting his position of power

Or a rival wanting to hit VIXX where it hurts, their beloved leader

Of course the police and government know of him and VIXX

But they can never get something solid in order to prosecute anyone because of how they stay so deeply under the radar

But the main thing is that they know that he, Cha Hakyeon, also N

And so whereas before they left him alone because he didn’t cause them much trouble

But now he is a wanted man; for murders he didn’t commit

Knowing the intricate details of the case from one of his inside sources; he knows that you are also involved

And so he decides to meet you

If anyone could find out who was really doing all of this then it would be the person who wrote it all in the first place

And so the next night, he dresses up inconspicuously, and gets Ravi to find your address for him before heading out

Easily sneaking past the police officer stationed by you door and to a window; he climbs through with ease

Turning around he realises he climbed into your bedroom

Which would be fine and all

If you weren’t currently half naked in only a towel and staring at him in shock

Hakyeon’s first instinct is to cover his eyes and turn away like the gentleman he is

You, on the other hand, just got out of the shower after having a long day being interviewed by various detectives

When you got out you weren’t expecting to turn around a see a strange man in your room with you

A very handsome man, yes, and seemingly polite considering the way he averts his eyes from your form

But still a stranger

And so when you get over your shock you go to scream or shout or anything to get the attention of the officer outside

But before you can even open your mouth the man has traveled the short length of your room to you and covers your mouth with his hand

“I swear I am not here to hurt you. I just want to talk and so if you would please keep quiet and just hear me out? I’m going to move my hand now, can I trust you to keep quiet?” he says

You are stood frozen still as he looks into your eyes, a slight pleading look within them and so you slowly nod

And like he said he would, the man removes his hand slowly, making sure you won’t go against your word

He then glances down and realises you are still naked except for a towel and turns red, quickly averting his eyes

And yes he may be a complete stranger who broke into your room and who knows what his true intentions are

But to see someone who looks so intimidating blushing and act like a schoolboy with his crush is sort of....endearing

But you quickly shake that thought out of your head

“Could you, uh, perhaps turn around so I can get dressed?”

A couple of silent and tense moments later you are done changing and you sit down on your bed, eyeing the man suspiciously as he sits down next to you

“My name is Cha Hakyeon. And I am N.”

At his confession you immediately start to panic

“Not that N though! The real N. I’m being framed you see!” he quickly continues, calming you down only the slightest bit

“Remember, you said you would hear me out.”

Not wanting to upset a potential serial killer, you quickly nod your head

And deciding that the best way to make you understand his point of view and agree to help him is to tell the truth; Hakyeon tells you everything

About how he is the boss of powerful Mafia VIXX, about his five best friends, about how he most definitely not the person running around killing innocent people

And you are a writer at heart

You know when things are real and when they are made up

And even though this whole situation feels like it could have come straight out of one of your novels; you can’t help but feel like he is telling the truth

So you agree to help him

Now, Hakyeon can’t keep sneaking past the police stationed outside your door; it’s too dangerous for him as a wanted man

He asks you to join him in his hideout and base of operations

Not his house because it has eyes on it 24/7 in case he returns there

So, making up the excuse that you are going to stay with family out in the country and away from the mess, you go against everything your parents ever taught you as a child and pack your bags and go with him

Over the next week you two stay locked up in his office playing detective

During this time you two get to know each other

You get to know the personality he hides behind the big boss persona he puts on

And in turn he gets to know all about you and your life

You share your favourite foods; songs; colours; animals

You get to see him dance, which is an amazing experience

One day, to ease the stress this whole situation is putting on both of you, you play a game where he has to dance to whatever music you play

At first you choose the usual classical music, then hiphop

But then you start to play kpop songs and wow are you impressed

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined a big bad mafia boss dancing to SNSD like it was his own song

You also get to know the other boys

You find the bond between them all so amazing

They are all so close and while they all get on each others nerves, you can see that they would go to the ends of the earth for each other

Because you all become friends in this time, they also start to tease you

Mainly on the feelings that have started to grow for their leader

Sometimes you really question if they are members of powerful mafia VIXX or not

It all gets worse when one night at after a long day hacking into police databases to further your investigation into Hakyeon’s framer, you two fall asleep in his bed together after comparing notes til you both just nod off

And although you fall asleep on opposite sides, you wake up to find your head tucked under his chin and your arms wrapped around his torso

His clothes, the casual wear probably more expensive than your entire wardrobe, are more wrinkled the face of the 96 year old grandmother that lives next to you

Blood rushes to your face as you realise the position you are in

But immediately turns white as you notice that Hongbin and Jaehwan are standing at the foot of the bed, both with obnoxious smirks on their faces

You look back to Hakyeon, and he looks so relaxed in his sleep that you don’t have the heart to wake him which would happen if you moved

So you simply motion for the two males to keep quiet and snuggle back down, making the most of this time to get some more much needed sleep

Neither of you live it down the next day though

You are sure that had it been any other boss then there is no way that the teasing would be allowed

But considering N is a big softy inside he doesn’t do much except scold them, which scarily reminds you of your mother

Finally, a breakthrough in the murder’s is made, and they apprehend the person responsible after an anonymous tip off (yeah, it was you)

Turns out that Hakyeon’s first hunch was correct

The whole thing had been orchestrated by someone with a grudge that had been chucked out of VIXX for being rough with innocent people that the mafia had no qualms with and therefore making a bad name for them

After he confessed to the whole thing, Hakyeons name was cleared

To celebrate, Leo used one of his contacts to book a table at one of the finest restaurants in Seoul

Of course you get invited along

You played a big part in clearing N’s name so even when you denied the invitation, they wouldn’t take no for an answer

And when you tried to use the excuse that you had nothing to wear

Hakyeon presented you with a box that contained an outfit that you are sure costs more than you have earned your entire life; shoes and accessories included

So you had no choice but to go

In the end you are glad you went with the six men because you were in a private room and so had the freedom to drink and laugh as much as you wanted

And it ended up being one of the most fun nights you have ever had

The fact that the food was so nice was only a plus

It’s nearing 11 at night when you all start heading your separate ways

“Now that the whole serial killer ordeal is over, you are free to head back to your own house,” Hakyeon mentions as you arrive back at the hideout

His comment makes you pause in the middle of the hall

You had gotten so used to the being around so many people during your time there that the thought of going back to an empty house and leaving this whole adventure behind felt a little....weird

You had gotten so close to Hakyeon during the times you had spent locked away in his office (get your minds out of the gutter people)

While you knew you weren’t in love; you had only known each other for about 2 weeks after all; you could see yourself falling for him easily

In short, you fancied the pants off of him

Noticing that you weren’t walking behind him any longer, he turns around to face you, only to be met with the feel of soft lips against his

He immediately wraps his arms around you, deepening the kiss, and slowly walks backwards with you, kicking his bedroom door open with his foot

Let’s just say that he really proves to you his dancer’s stamina that night

Come the next morning, everybody knows that you had spent the night in the bosses room

The most used words that day were “about time” and “finally”

From that day forward, you were able to call Cha Hakyeon, the beautiful, bronze skinned god of a man yours

And he called you his

During the hard times, you were there to offer a shoulder to lean on

When he became angry you were the one called in to calm him down as you were the only one not completely scared of him in that state and he would never shout at you

You also write more novels

More romance started to appear in them as well, to the surprise of everyone who had read your previous books

Your best selling one just so happens to be about six good men doing bad things while keeping the bromance alive

And while your life will never be easy or perfect when dating the boss of one of the most powerful mafia

It is totally worth it to be able to go home after a bad day only to see Hakyeon in his expensive silk pajamas greeting you with nothing but love in his eyes

I started writing this and then got sidetracked watching their Weekly Idol episode again so I lost my train of thought in the middle kinda.

I hope you enjoy! As always, requests are open so feel free to drop by my ask box <33 xx

[kpopmalereader]

the hug ; cha hakyeon

• summary: you’re shorter than Hakyeon and every time you hug eachother, you snuggle into his chest • pairing: cha hakyeon x male!reader • word count: 767 • to do

The first time it happened, you weren’t dating yet. You knew each other for a while and you were friendly enough, but nothing came of it. He may or may not have been harboring feelings for you but didn’t act on them. Mostly because you were dating someone at the time. Hakyeon is sad to say the first time you were alone together and the catalyst of you growing closer was when you and your previous boyfriend broke up.

You were supposed to come over to their dorm, but you didn’t show. You hadn’t texted anyone for a while and Hakyeon was getting worried. The other members thought you would text soon, or you couldn’t get to your phone, but Hakyeon couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. So, under the guise that he was just going for a walk, he went out to see if you were waiting in the lobby.

He found you outside. You were shivering in the cold, hunched over on the benches outside their building. There weren’t any obvious signs that something was wrong (other than sitting alone) until he saw your face. Your face was puffy, and your eyes were red, tears still pooling on your waterline.

You saw him and turned away, hiding your face in your sweater’s sleeves. He walked over to you and kneeled down. You made eye contact with him and almost burst into tears. In your blubbering, you told him your boyfriend dumped you over text message and told you that he was leaving you for someone else. You tried to wipe your tears away as you were telling Hakyeon but they kept telling you. He didn’t know what to do. You were sitting in front of him sobbing and he couldn’t do anything to help you. So, he hugged you. He grabbed your shoulders and helped you stand up and hugged you as tightly as he could.

You were still crying. Snot was probably running down his shirt, but he couldn’t care less. The height difference between you two was never a specific point of conversation until that moment. You gripped the back of his shirt and buried your face in his chest, the sobs and shaking shoulders becoming more subsided.

You calmed down after a while and the sad smile you had the rest of the night broke his heart a million times over. He wasn’t even sure he had real feelings for you until the anger he felt at your ex-boyfriend rose in him until he felt like exploding. And the feeling of your arms around his back with you pressing your face into his chest until the world disappeared stayed until he fell asleep. It was gone in the morning and Hakyeon wanted nothing more than to hug you the same way a thousand more times.

The next time, the hug was much happier. You got good news, Hakyeon can’t completely remember what it was but he does remember how as soon as he opened the door, you jumped into his arms. You swung around a second before you landed on your feet and cuddled your face into his chest, repeating “thank you, thank you” but you weren’t thanking him.

Every time you hugged, you did the same thing. And every time it happened Hakyeon’s heart soared then fell right to his toes.

He dealt with his emotions and feelings for you, happy enough to be just friends as long as you continued to hug him in that way. Whenever he thought about confessing, the chance that you weren’t yet over your ex weighed heavy in his mind.

Finally, though, he confessed. He told you his feelings while you were still in his arms. He told you he was happy about a song he wrote and as you listened to it, you said you were so proud of him and gave him one of your hugs. You still had one of his headphones in your ear and your cheek was pressed against his chest, and he said everything. You pulled back with wide eyes, the cheek that previously was pushed up against him red from the pressure. You blinked once, thinking over what he said before nodding your head. You smiled and leaned up on your toes, kissing his lips softly. He gasped and leaned down, capturing your lips one more time when you pulled away. You giggled after you both kissed the other one more time. Your eyes shined as you looked up at him before you melted back into his chest, returning to the position he’ll never get over.

[cha-vixx-blog]

Fate

"One Matcha Latte please." The guy before you smiled, placing a few notes on the counter top. He was a little handsome, but not drop dead gorgeous or anything, yet he exuded a charisma that nobody had. Maybe it was the vibrant red hair, or maybe it was his rare tanned skin colour, but it definitely made heads turn. "Name?" You asked, fingers closing around the cash before sorting them into their respective columns and giving back his change. "Cha Hakyeon." "Alright." You smiled, printing his receipt out. You passed it to him, your nimble hands working fast as you spelled his name out, sliding the cup into he coffee maker. "[Y/N]-ssi." You looked up. "How did you-" He gestured to your name tag, the white badge pinned on your apron with the cafe's logo next to it. "Are you new here?" He asked, brown eyes twinkling. "I've never seen you before." You raised an eyebrow. Sure you were new at Hatch Potch, a cat themed cafe. But did he have to point it out? Who cares if he came to the cafe every single fucking day? Not you, but definitely your colleague. "Hakyeon Oppa." She called out in that ridiculously annoying high pitched voice of hers. She slid her body across the table, shoving you to the side. The one thing you learned since you started here was that your co-worker, Min Dohee was a bitch. And a really fantastic one at that. The girl's only talent was to be annoying and that was exactly what she was doing now. "I haven't seen you for so long oppa I missed you." She whined, batting her fake eyelashes while the guy chuckled nervously. "Where have you been? Did you miss me?" "I bet he didn't but your work counter sure does." You said through gritted teeth, slowly pushing Dohee away from your counter. "She's quite a handful isn't she?" Hakyeon laughed, fanning himself with his hands. "Well if anything her personality is faker than her nose." You mumbled out, brushing your hair out of your face. Hakyeon smiled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "You have a pretty strong character too huh?" "Well yeah they didn't hire me for nothing. She scares the customers, I bring them back." You jabbed a pen in Dohee's direction, a smirk on your face. "So you're a part timer?" He asked, leaning against the counter top. "Well yeah kinda. I'm starting as a makeup artist next month though." You honestly didn't know why you were telling such information to a guy you just met, you barely even knew anything apart from his name. "Makeup artist? Cool." Hakyeon nodded slightly, his brown eyes drawing you in. You swear you would've kissed him if it wasn't for the sound of the coffee machine. "Right your Matcha Latte is done." You mumbled, turning your back to him as you capped on the cover. "Cha Hakyeon." You smiled, placing the drink in a carrier. "Thanks for your patronage." "I'll be back." - A month had passed since you first met Hakyeon, he came back to the cafe often and the both of you soon became close friends, much to Dohee's distaste. But you couldn't give two fucks about her, nobody could. "So you're leaving huh." Hakyeon smiled sadly. It was the last day for your part time job. You would be graduating as well as entering the makeup industry the next week. Despite the close friendship you had, you never asked what Hakyeon did for a living, he never bothered bringing it up as well. "Well can I have your phone number then?" He asked, resting his arms on the counter. You held your hand out, waiting for him to place the gadget on your palm. "Its Samsung, are you sure that your hand will be okay?" He asked, holding his phone out, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You rolled your eyes, smiling a little. "Give it here." You snatched the phone from his hand, smiling as you keyed in your number. "Text you sometimes yeah?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck again, a blush forming on his cheeks. - It was your first day at work, a senior makeup artist leading you around the building as she introduced the different rooms and what they were used for. Hakyeon never texted you after that and you wondered if that was just a summer fling or if he was busy. It didn't really cross your mind though, with the excitement of graduating as well as starting your dream job. Your senior was Jung Hana, a beautiful woman in her early thirties. This time, your co worker was awesome. She told you about the best gossips as well as tips on how to deal with troublesome clients. Much better than Dohee who always disappeared when there was a customer demanding for a refund only to appear when a hot guy walked in through the doors. "This room is where the stylist, Taeyeon and the vocal trainer, Jongsuk meet up all the time." She said, pointing into a dark meeting room, the only visible shadows of a few office chairs and a table. "Ah wait." You stopped, Hana looked back at you, slightly confused. You fished your phone out of your pocket, looking at the anonymous number on the screen. "Look behind." The message read. You cocked your head to the side, clicking on the message. 'Sender not found in your address book. Block.' "Is there something wrong?" You heard Hana ask. "Oh no noth-" You glanced up from your phone, however Hana wasn't lookin at you. She only stared at the person behind you. You warily turned around, your eyes landing sight on a tanned male, his hair now a chocolate brown. "Hakyeon?!" "I missed you."

[hailcyeon]

hiraeth | 08

When your cousin the Crown Prince calls in on a decade-old debt, you have no choice but to answer. You’re rewarded for your troubles with your nightmares finding new life, danger around every corner, and a fiendishly irritating bodyguard. As each new discovery unearths more secrets, you learn the true costs of your homecoming.

⇾ Pairing: Lee Jaehwan x Reader ⇾ Genre: Sci-Fi, Royal AU, Bodyguard AU ⇾ Word Count: 4.5k ⇾ Warnings: Mild swearing, descriptions of anxiety

He bores into your eyes with his gaze, and you think Hakyeon has more of his father in him than you remember. 

The next morning finds you in yet another unfamiliar apartment. Your legs are jelly descending the stairs, and the three-inch heels on your feet aren't helping. There's a railroad spike through your brain in the form of a migraine, all the while you fight the urge to rub your eyes so you don't ruin Sora's hard work. Hakyeon is already downstairs, dressed impeccably as ever in a navy suit. He adjusts his cuffs, looking up with a frown as he takes in your stiff expression. 

"Are you feeling okay? I told you to eat breakfast." 

The click of your heels on the tiled floor— somehow even shinier than the one in Hakyeon's other apartment — rings out loudly as you walk over. "Hakyeon, I will throw up on this very expensive dress if you make me eat." 

He purses his lips and gives you a disapproving look. "Forgive me for thinking you need a little nutrition beyond caffeine and painkillers." He runs his gaze up and down your form, inspecting Sora's work as his eyes look for even a single thread out of place.

"The third-degree is a little creepy, Hakyeon," you say in response, irritated and tired. You were dragged to this decoy apartment at an ungodly time to meet Sora. Two hours of hair, makeup, and wardrobe later, you still don't feel ready to face the public, let alone the King. You rub your temple gently as if to massage out your headache. The coffee and aspirin you'd downed first thing in the morning have not only done little to help, but also seem to have turned your stomach to molten lava. 

Hakyeon has the grace to look contrite as he brushes invisible dust off your shoulder. "I hope you don't expect to speak to my father that way." There are no wrinkles or excessive folds to be found, as your new clothes have been tailored just for you, but he straightens out the sleeves anyway. You take this with all the patience of a doll, resigning yourself to only internal screaming. 

"She looks fine, I did a great job," Sora says as she hauls the last of the makeup cases down the stairs. “The King isn’t going to be fixated over her outfit anyway.” She'd instructed you to bring a few of the items you bought yesterday, and had arrived this morning with her own personal trove of beauty tools. Armored in a smart blazer and a dress cut just on the edgier side of conservative, your polished attire belies the true discomfort you feel. 

"I intend to speak as little as possible, actually." You swallow down the burn in your esophagus and fiddle with your sleeves as Hakyeon steps back for one last look over, making you feel very self-conscious. “I’m not good at your type of political subterfuge, you know that.” 

Hakyeon nods and checks his watch. "That's probably for the best. I’ve done what I can to take the situation out of his hands." You wonder what he means by that, but no explanation comes. “Still, you must be rock-solid in your defense. Why are you here, Princess of Asadal?” He bores into your eyes with his gaze, and you think Hakyeon has more of his father in him than you remember.

“To serve the King,” you answer mechanically. Your voice is less steel and more soft than you’d like, but you force your shoulders back and face your cousin, unwavering.

Hakyeon nods again, a quick decline of his chin, and turns to the door. “Then it’s time that we left.”

The elevator ride down is too quick for your liking, and before you know it you’re standing in front of a sleek, black limo adorned with the flag of Asadal. Jaehwan, your ever-present shadow, is leaning up against the idling car, hands in pockets and looking more formal than ever in his own dark suit. Sora turns around, carefully balancing the various makeup boxes she has, and takes your hand in hers. “I have to run to a photoshoot this afternoon, but I’ll be in touch. You’re gonna kill it, don’t worry,” she says with a last squeeze of your hand. 

“I’d prefer to get this over with as little violence as possible actually.” Your retort is clipped with a stiff smile. 

Sora leaves, and so does your general sense of bravado. If the events of the past few days have felt strange to you so far, this situation feels positively surreal as Jaehwan opens the door to the limousine for you and Hakyeon to slide in. You're sitting sandwiched between your cousin the prince and a man you hardly know, dressed to the nines in clothes so expensive they could pay a year's rent for your apartment back home.

“This is rather ostentatious,” you mutter quietly, moving your gaze around the luxurious interior.

Hakyeon shifts over to the opposite seats to give you some more room. “The aide insisted. Our entrance won’t be subtle, to say the least.”

This is not the most comforting thing to say, as your jaw clenches once more in anticipation. Jaehwan spares you a side glance, cool as the early morning air outside in his dark suit and upswept hair. 

“All right, Princess?” Jaehwan’s tone is neutral, the ubiquitous smile playing in one corner of his mouth. It only serves to irritate you further. You compulsively smooth out your dress and aim for a measured response.

“I’m excellent.” The hem of your dress has ridden up to mid-thigh over your dark tights, and though the exquisite tailoring means there’s nary a stray thread, your fingers keep rubbing the stitching. “No sleep, murderous uncle, not a problem. I am a-ok.”

Not quite.

Hakyeon places a hand over your clenched fist. Whether it's meant to be soothing or a warning, you're not sure. Nevertheless, you force yourself to take a deep breath. Your nerves are already frayed, but you can't afford to fall apart just yet. Not yet.

The ride to the king’s tower is spent in terse silence. You have been to the Assembly House over which the new administrative building was built, but so much of the city is unfamiliar to you that it may as well be an unknown route. Hakyeon's apartment is located in what seems to be a luxury residential area of the Capital, you realize, as you pass high-rise after high-rise, gleaming in the morning sun. These neighborhoods are separated from the business and administrative sectors by the Yuseong River.

The trip over the bridge does your nerves no favors. The limousine is insulated to all outside noises, but the rush of the river below sounds through your memories regardless. The western banks of the river are dotted with construction projects, workers already scrambling around the sites. It’s clear to you that these new buildings are meant to serve your uncle’s pet councilmen and others on the higher rungs of society, given how far they are from the cheaper parts of the city. Unable to sleep in your anxiety, you had done a little research on the state of the city nowadays. Street names and neighborhood designations can only tell you so much, but a quick glance at the housing markets clearly delineates the various strata of society in the Capital.

More interesting is the King's official seat as it draws nearer. In the dark of night when you first saw it, the tower looked like a single dark obelisk thrust up into the sky. Upon closer look now you can see it is actually three different towers circling each other and connected at the base, forming an elongated trident. The Assembly House had never been your favorite piece of architecture, with its dusty corners and old-fashioned facade, but you quite miss it in the face of the tower’s imposing presence.

The streets leading up to the building are lined with trees and fountains and more people than you think should be the case for an otherwise innocuous weekday. The gentle trickle of people escalates and promptly explodes into a thronging mass spilling off the sidewalks as the limousine reaches a stone slab etched with a very generic-sounding “Administration Headquarters” in gold. Your eyes widen at the crowds held at bay by metal dividers to create a path for the car. Had the citizens decided to protest after all?

You purse your lips and swallow thickly at the sight of several news vans and a thicket of flashing cameras. The crowd, initially standing around idly, is spurred into action at the arrival of the limousine, pushing against the barriers and craning over others to catch a better look. You don’t know what to make of the clamor, and Hakyeon answers your unasked questions. 

“The news of your return broke early this morning.” Hakyeon looks straight ahead, hands folded in his lap and voice betraying nothing. You know your cousin has many years of playing the imperious monarch on you, but in this moment you feel the gulf in experience particularly strongly.

“The paparazzi move quick,” you say tersely, trying to hide how much your breathing has quickened.

“The paparazzi had nothing to do with it,” interjects Jaehwan suddenly with a side glance toward Hakyeon.

You’re struck with a sudden sense of alarm as your eyes snap to your cousin’s. “Did you do something?”

“You were tailed yesterday.” Hakyeon’s face is stone, as impassive and unfeeling as yours is alarmed and shaken. “The King and his administration know of your presence, and it would only be a matter of time before the news spread. At least this way we can control the narrative.”

"Of course," you mutter. The anxiety is taking over your mind, so you default to anger. "Of course we were tailed."

“The King had a man following us around to every location we hit yesterday," Jaehwan adds unhelpfully. "He stopped sometime before we got back to the apartment, but it’s likely the King knows about that location anyway.”

“You were going to tell me this when, bodyguard?”

Jaehwan shrugs. “I’m telling you now.”

"This is nothing we hadn't already anticipated," Hakyeon hastily interjects before the two of you can start arguing.

In any case, you’re halted in your thoughts as the limousine passes through the official gates to the tower grounds, cutting off the bustling crowd from the kingdom’s highest administration. You catch a glimpse of a long set of marble steps before the view outside is swallowed by the walls of the tower. It’s hard to make out much beyond the dark tinted windows, so you settle for staring at the floor and counting your breaths. The ride continues steadily over the next few minutes, during which a stifling sort of silence has fallen over the three of you inside. The darkness of the tunnel you’ve entered is punctuated by the flash of guiding lights every few seconds, ramping up your already racing heartbeat.

��Don’t start hyperventilating now,” comes from your left in Jaehwan’s smooth tenor. You shoot him a glare, but the effect is rather diminished by the lack of light. 

Hakyeon's voice is quiet and steady as he says, "We're in the VIP tunnel. Flattering as the name may be, we're really just going through high levels of security. There is no access to the King's office from the public entrance." 

"What kind of security?" Somehow, focusing on the details helps you ground yourself to the moment. 

You hear Hakyeon shift in his seat slightly. “The usual scans, identification, some biometrics. Only the security team knows the full details, but I’ve gone through the checks several times myself.”

You suck in a deep breath and force yourself to let it out slowly. The car continues on for a minute longer before coming slowly to a stop. The door to your right opens suddenly to a man bent over in a deep bow. 

"Good morning, Your Highness. I trust your trip was comfortable?" 

Hakyeon steps out smoothly, buttoning his suit jacket as he stands. “Thank you, Ryu. The car was most appreciated.”

The man then extends a gloved hand to help you out of the limousine. Jaehwan hops out the other side without a glance back, and you have no choice but to take the offered hand. Gingerly you step out onto the concrete floor, balanced by the aide’s arm. The light is dim in the underground VIP garage. You make out a fleet of dark limousines very similar to the one you just exited, all adorned with the navy and gold livery of Asadal, waiting in the surrounding spots. Large vents and cold fluorescent lights are built into the ceiling high above, providing a cavernous quality to the garage. Your feet are illuminated by lights built into the concrete platform spelling out “Council Chamber and Main Royal Entrance”, with a small bay of elevators laying just beyond. 

“Welcome, Princess. It’s wonderful to have you back in the kingdom.” The aide’s ear-to-ear smile makes you think the sentiment is genuine, but you can only manage a small incline of your head in response. Hakyeon strides ahead to the central elevator, which opens at his approach without prompting. You follow along less confidently with the aide at your side, trailed by Jaehwan to your back. 

The elevator is large enough that the three of you can stand without touching elbows, but you still feel suffocated by the gleaming metal walls and the presence of the government official. Bespectacled and clad in a dove gray suit, he’s hardly the most intimidating man, but you are ever wary of strangers. Hakyeon absentmindedly checks his watch again while the aide fills him in on the details of the meeting. 

"The King is in with Magistrate Moon currently, but he's scheduled to be done by the time we clear processing. The princess's data shouldn't take long, but it's good to be thorough." 

"What do you mean, my data?" you interject. 

The aide starts as if he'd forgotten you could speak. "Oh, it's just simple protocol Your Highness—" He's cut off by a ding as the elevator opens to a brightly lit lobby. 

Despite being such a high-profile area, the lobby itself is fairly sparse. Hakyeon shuffles you through past a set of cushy armchairs and a table, which honestly feel like a decoy more than anything, into a blank white hallway. At the end are several full-body scanners glowing a neon green. Hakyeon strides through them proudly without pause, and you have no choice but to follow. Despite having nothing on your person to cause suspicion, some irrational part of you blanches as you walk through the scanners. Thankfully, you walk out the other side with no incident.

You let out an unnecessarily-held breath and are immediately shuffled into a side room. There's not a lot to the space save for a few monitors and seemingly medical equipment. The sting of antiseptic tickles your nose and the extreme sterility in fluorescent lighting gives you an uneasy feeling. Confused, you look to Hakyeon for guidance, only to be met with the passively smiling face of Jaehwan. Hakyeon is instead just outside the door talking to a woman in a white lab coat. If he senses your eyes on him, he gives no indication. The woman, however, turns and flashes you a smile, striding into the room with clipboard in hand. 

“Good morning, Your Highness,” she chirps with a quick bow in your general direction before shuffling off to some equipment on a far counter. You shift your feet nervously, glancing again at Hakyeon. He checks his watch again and joins you inside the room, leaving the aide outside.

“This won’t take very long at all, we have the entire process streamlined,” says the woman from the counter, pulling various equipment out of shelves and inspecting them. “My name is Dr. Yang, and I will be administering your locator chip today.” 

“My locator chip?” The words come out shriller than you intend, and you see Hakyeon wince out of the corner of your eye. 

"It's just for security purposes," he says quickly in a low voice. "It's necessary for being in the VIP parts of the building." 

"It's very small," the doctor reassures. "You won't feel a thing!" 

You swallow roughly and take a few steps back. "Hakyeon, could I speak to you for a moment?" You wait for him walk closer before mouthing, "What the fuck?" 

He glances at Jaehwan, who has also joined your little enclave, and crosses his arms. "I know you don't like it, but there's no other way to speak with the King."

You snort. "I didn't want to meet with him in the first place if you remember." 

Hakyeon purses his lips and exhales an impatient little sigh. "I know, and I know this whole thing is a mess. There are certain concessions that just have to be made. Security is tight around here; we all have a tracker to monitor our movement around the building." To make his point clearer, he extends his thumb. Jaehwan says nothing but absently scratches his left wrist. 

"This is some insane surveillance state nonsense, Hakyeon," you hiss. You weren't expecting to just prance into the King's office, but the idea of having his influence literally implanted in you? Your skin is crawling without anything even having happened. It monitors your location at that? Not to mention what else could be in there that isn’t being disclosed to the public.

“Our last royal family died,” Jaehwan chimes in an almost singsong way. You meet his eyes with a glare that does nothing to budge the pleasant look on his face. “Counter measures had to be taken.” 

Somehow Jaehwan’s stern look behind his sunny smile rattles you more than Hakyeon’s impatient pushing. You hold their gazes for a beat longer before looking down and swinging back around to the doctor. We’re not done talking about this, Hakyeon.

To her credit, Dr. Yang has maintained the utmost professionalism through your little meltdown. She stands next to a leather stool holding a tablet in one hand, patting the seat gently with the other. You stride over, head held high as you can, and sit down delicately. You can just touch the floor with your toes from this height, and you grip the edges of the seat with your hands, feeling as if on the precipice of something you can’t walk away from. 

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” starts Dr. Yang, handing you the tablet. “The chip is microscopic and is only inserted into the topmost layer of the epidermis, so you won’t even feel the insertion. The shallow location is so that the chip can be removed through your body’s natural shedding of its skin cells, meaning there’s no hassle to dig back in there when you’re done here.”

Pain is hardly the thing you’re worried about. You swipe down through the extensive legalese on the tablet, which seems to be a permission form of sorts. There is no option not to grant it. “What’s the purpose of this chip, just to monitor my location?” you ask while signing your name with the attached stylus. 

The doctor nods. “It follows your presence through the building, and only within the building. There are additional forms to detail your identity and security clearance, but of course you don’t need any sort of verification on that front, Your Highness.” She ends her sentence with a tinkle of a laugh, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. 

You hand the tablet back, wishing you could examine the system yourself. Undoubtedly it’s a database keyed to the individual chips, but you wonder what tech they’re using to detect the trackers throughout the building. And how much interference they could handle before they fry. Dr. Yang returns, having deposited the tablet on the counter, with gloved hands and a metal pen. 

“Now, as I said, the chip is inserted in the first layer of skin, for which we’ll need a particularly dense area so it stays put for the time being.” She tears open a packet of antiseptic and smiles. “If you’ll please extend your index finger?” You've got half a mind to offer her your middle finger instead, but you grit your teeth and uncurl your left index finger. A quick swipe of the alcohol-soaked wipe later, she presses the pen to your finger, cold and solid.

“Wait.” You take your finger back, clenching your hand into a fist. You look up, eyes darting to Hakyeon’s. Impassive as he is, you think you see some hint of guilt in his gaze, and dark circles under his own layers of concealer. Jaehwan, for his part, simply looks on boredly. 

“Is something wrong?” Dr. Yang has taken a step back and is looking at you with concern. 

You swallow, throat very dry all of a sudden, and shake your head. “No, it’s fine.” You extend your finger again, the nails of your other hand digging into your palm. “Go ahead.”

The doctor clicks her tongue and opens another packet of antiseptic. “You have no idea how many people come through here with a serious fear of needles,” she says, wiping down your finger again, even more gently than the last time. “All these big Councilmen, afraid of a little poke!” She chortles to herself and presses the pen down. 

True to her words, you feel nothing. 

You hop off the stool as soon as she pulls the pen away. The nausea from this morning has returned with a vengeance, which it tends to do when you indulge your anxiety rather than dissipating it. The doctor bows in goodbye and before you know it, you are ushered out the door by Hakyeon.

From there it’s a short walk to another bank of elevators. “That was very quick, wasn’t it?” starts the aide. “We’re a little ahead of schedule, so I thought perhaps we could show the Princess around the Council chambers and then—”

Hakyeon cuts him off abruptly. “Thank you Ryu, but that won’t be necessary. I think we can take it from here. Please send the alert upstairs to let them know we’re coming.”

The aide blinks. “The King is likely still in his meeting, Your Highness, if you’ll—” 

Hakyeon halts his speech again with a swift raise of his hand. “I’m aware of the King’s schedule. Be on your way.”

The ease and confidence with which your cousin addresses the aide is weirdly comforting. Hakyeon is Crown Prince. Hakyeon can handle this. You are just playing a part, but Hakyeon, he's the real deal. 

The aide makes a quick bow and disappears down a side hallway. Hakyeon wastes no time in calling down an elevator, and before long you’re ensconced in tense silence again. You feel eyes on you, but resolutely look forward. In the shiny metal of the elevator doors you see Hakyeon’s reflection turn to face you properly. “Doing ok?” You flick your gaze to him for but a second. Your jaw is starting to hurt from grinding your teeth so hard, and you keep compulsively rubbing your thumb against your other fingers. “I’m—” comes out in a rasp, your throat bone-dry. You swallow and try again. “I’m fine.” Hakyeon’s eyes don’t leave your face, and Jaehwan is now looking at you with an expression somewhere between curiosity and amusement. “I’m fine, it’s fine,” you reiterate, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. “It just—” you start, then stop. It just terrifies me. It just makes me want to rip off my own skin. “It got too real,” you say quietly. Jaehwan chuckles, a soft gust of air through his nostrils and the crinkling curl of one corner of his mouth. 

Your glare at his reflection is cut short when the doors suddenly open to blinding light. This lobby is much busier than the last, with people scurrying to and fro, disappearing off into more elevators and hallways. As Hakyeon leads you into the mess, you notice several people stop right in their tracks and make very low but very quick bows in your general direction. You get a cursory glance out the glass walls to where the rest of the city sprawls before Hakyeon stops before what seems to be the main elevator, all chrome and gold leaf. A press of his palm to a nearby touchpad opens the doors to reveal elegant carpeting and crystal-studded walls. You roll your eyes at the predictable opulence.

Following Hakyeon into the elevator, you turn around only to find that Jaehwan hasn’t joined as usual. You blink. “Where are you going?” “Shh, secret mission,” he says in a hiss. The last thing you see before the doors close is Jaehwan’s grin with a finger pressed to his lips. 

What secret mission? You feel the tug of gravity as the elevator glides upward and furrow your brows. “You put Jaehwan on some other task?”

Hakyeon rolls his eyes. “He’s being dramatic. He’s just gone to talk to some old friends at my suggestion.” 

You’re well aware of who Jaehwan’s old friends are. “The Swords are loyal only to the King,” you say, on edge again at the remembrance of Jaehwan’s involvement in the special forces. 

Hakyeon ignores your statement in favor of some last-minute pep talk. “I know you must be feeling apprehensive, but I have full trust in your ability to sway my father. I’m positive you can assure him you’re not a threat, and it won’t be hard, since you’ve been away for so long. You’re hardly a scheming politician after all, and—”

“I get it, Hakyeon.” You cut off his rambling, nerves raw and screaming. “Play nice, or die.” The elevator opens again to two guards — Swords, speak of the devil — and an otherwise empty hallway. They bow as Hakyeon exits, the barest hint of a frown on his face. You follow, trying your best to match his confident strides. Think simpering sycophant thoughts. Should you pretend to be happy to see your uncle? Grateful to be back in your— no, his kingdom?

The hallway turns a corner and leads to the most nondescript wooden doors you’ve ever seen. The double doors are handleless and flanked by four-foot tall ceramic vases holding each a cascade of orchids. You can’t see any physical indication as to the importance of these doors, but your heart pounds harder with every step forward. As if sensing your hesitation, Hakyeon stops just short and turns to you.

“I’m not going to lie and say this will be easy,” he starts. His gaze is too difficult to hold, so you turn your eyes to a blank spot on the wall just behind his ear. “But this has to be done, for better or worse. Are you ready?”

No, you think to yourself. In what world could you ever be ready to face the instigator of all your nightmares?

“Yes,” you say.

Hakyeon gives you a quick, terse nod and raises his hand. He raps his knuckles against the wood of the door twice, the beats ringing out in the quiet hallway.

[eastasianfeelings]

boys vs. boys: Vixx

← previous: toys vs. boys

Summary: Your next marketing event for Vixx goes off without a hitch... except for the part where your six boyfriends decide to throw a fit over your business cards.

Words: 4k

Warnings: polyamory, super-dumb jealousy

*

You look around the venue filled with people and take a moment to pat yourself on the back.

Y/N, you are a marketing genius.

Several months ago, you pitched the idea of targeting female fans’ boyfriends to the rest of your marketing team. Men could give their girlfriends the “gift” of Vixx by purchasing tickets to exclusive fanmeets and photo ops, where they could record, photograph or otherwise document their girlfriend meeting Vixx in-person, thus giving their girlfriend a lasting memory.

It took a few meetings to come up with an appropriate strategy, since your team’s historically focused on targeting the core audience of female fans. But after enough buy-in, you got the budget and resources to build your campaign, and now you’re standing at the back of the conference centre’s main hall, basking in the record attendance numbers.

“Vixx is on their way,” someone reports through your headset. That’s your cue: you start to make your way discreetly toward the front of the hall.

On the left side of the room, it’s mostly women sitting in numbered seats. Behind the cordoned area on the right, it’s general seating occupied mostly by men, where they’ll be able to record or take photos of their girlfriends and Vixx.

You reach the front of the room and position yourself in between the crowd of men and the table where Vixx will sit. Just in time: cheers fill the air as the members file through the back door, waving and smiling.

“Real V! V-I-X, we are Vixx! Hello~!” Hakyeon kicks things off with the familiar introduction, and the atmosphere in the room hits the roof; even some of the men in your area are getting into it and clapping along. You make eye contact with a few and quickly look away, suppressing a grin.

“Hi everyone, how are you?” Leo picks up his mic next.

“We’re so glad to see you,” Hakyeon continues, “it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

The audience calls their assent, and Ken chimes in.

“We couldn’t wait to see our Starlight babies!” he says. “That’s why we’re holding this event.”

Hyuk lifts his mic. “Everyone, you know how this works, right?” He pauses to let the “Yes!” from the audience ring. “That’s right, you have your number in the order on your tickets.”

“But today, there will be time for you to take a photo with each one of us,” Hakyeon says brightly. “If your boyfriend is here and ready to film you from over there, he can do so!”

“If you’re a good Starlight and saved yourself for us,” Ravi says cheekily, “we can take a selca instead.”

“Yah,” Hongbin says, “there are no bad Starlights. They’re all our precious babies.” It’s a line that was scripted for him by one of your colleagues, so his delivery is flat, but the fans react predictably well.

You notice some eye-rolling from the men in front of you as the women eagerly queue up, but that’s to be expected; as long as nobody throws a jealous tantrum and derails the event, everything should be fine.

*

“You were giving out your number to them.”

“I was giving out my business card, Hakyeon.”

“Your card has your number on it, doesn’t it?”

Four hours later, you’re standing in the empty dressing room, facing off against an upset Hakyeon. The event was a success, but you unfortunately failed to anticipate an alternate source of jealous tantrums: your own boyfriends.

“You realize that those men have girlfriends, right,” you say as patiently as you can, “that’s why they were there.”

“Yah, noona.” There’s the noise of crinkling plastic behind you as Hyuk finishes gulping down an entire water bottle, smushes it casually in one fist and comes over to join the conversation. “I heard them talking to you, some of those guys were there with their sisters or cousins.”

You frown at him. “How did you even hear that? Were you not paying attention to your fans?”

“I was!” he says indignantly. “But Hongbin-hyung was holding up the line and there was no one in front of me and then I heard that one guy asking about you.”

“What guy?”

“That guy who asked you what your ideal type was!”

You squint and try to remember, while Hakyeon and Hyuk stare at you like you’re a suspect about to confess. “Oh. That?” You laugh as you recall. “Hyuk-ah, you know what he was saying right before that?”

“That his ideal type is someone just like you?” he says grumpily.

“Of course not.” You reach up and scrub your hand through his hair. “He was saying that his sister’s ideal type is you, Hyukie.”

Hakyeon barely stifles his snort, while Hyuk flushes. “So what? That was probably his segue into asking about you.”

“But I told him I agreed with his sister,” you say brightly, and grin as Hyuk turns even redder. “And I think he got the message.”

“Hm.” Hyuk ducks his blushing face away, the corners of his mouth fighting a smile.

“Y/N-ah.” Hakyeon sidles closer, amusement gone. “You told him Hyuk is your ideal type?”

You look over at him. “So?”

Hakyeon just pouts at you, disappointment leaking from his every pore. You laugh a little and take his hands in your own.

“What do you want me to say? ‘Actually, all six Vixx members are my ideal type’?”

“Why not?” he says defensively as his fingers intertwine with yours.

“Don’t be dumb, hyung.” Hyuk edges in as well, eyeing your hands. “That sounds ridiculous.”

“Yah. Who are you calling dumb?” Hakyeon frees one hand to chop at Hyuk, who ducks it skillfully and then snatches your free hand in his.

As Hakyeon glares, Ken comes sailing into the room. “Hey, here you are!” He comes to a stop when he sees Hakyeon and Hyuk on either side of you. “What’s going on? Are we fighting?”

“No, we’re not fighting,” you say quickly, tugging your hands free. “We’re cleaning up. You can help!” 

“Oh, ah...” Ken looks around at the mess of the room, then quickly whips out his phone. “I was actually going to send an SNS post, so I’ll do that first, okay?” He adds a wide smile to the end of his excuse.

“One post,” Hakyeon warns him, “and then you’re helping us clean up.”

“Hyuk-ah, can you put this on that trolley over there?” You push a hefty package of disposable water bottles toward Hyuk. “Hakyeon-ah, look through these coats and tell me which ones belong to you guys and which ones are going to the lost-and-found.”

While they’re both doing so, Ken lets out a dramatic gasp.

“Y/N-ah!”

“Hm?” You walk over and peer at the phone screen he’s thrusting at you. 

“Look!”

“It’s… a tweet about this fanmeeting?”

“Look at the photo!”

You look, and still see nothing out of the ordinary. “It’s… a flatlay of swag from this fanmeeting,” you try next.

Ken whines in exasperation and points to a white rectangle in the corner of the photo. “It’s your name! It’s your card!”

“What??” Hakyeon drops the coat he’s holding and hurries over.

Hyuk joins the huddle around Ken’s phone. “What, what is it?”

When you squint, sure, you can make out the company logo at the top of the card, and a tiny set of blurry characters that do spell out your name. But—“Jaehwan-ah, nobody’s going to notice that.”

“I just did!”

“Yeah, but that’s because you know what my business cards look like. No one else would pay any attention.”

“That’s not the problem, Y/N-ah.” Ken jabs at his phone screen again. “The problem is—”

“The problem is,” Hakyeon takes over, “why were you handing out your card?”

You huff out a breath and step away from your little circle. “I hand out my card because it helps people to remember the event, to remember you guys. If someone digs out the card from the bottom of their pocket later, they’re going to go, ‘Oh right, this company with those idols’. It’s an opportunity to make a mark.”

“More like an opportunity for a booty call,” Hyuk mutters.

Ken sucks in a dramatic gasp while Hakyeon bristles violently. You just facepalm.

“People do not use business cards for booty calls.”

“You don’t know for sure, noona,” Hyuk protests.

“Why even take that risk?” Hakyeon says.

“Yeah! We can just give them more swag instead of sacrificing you,” Ken says.

“I’m not being sacrificed, Jaehwan-ah.”

“Who’s being sacrificed?” Ravi comes into the room.

“Nobody,” you tell him.

Ravi comes over to lean one arm against Ken and the other against you. “Noona, I barely saw you during the entire event. I thought you were going to be on the floor with us.”

“She was too busy talking with all the men,” Hyuk grumbles.

“The men?” Ravi’s eyebrows rise.

“What men?” comes the suspicious question from Leo as he enters the room, Hongbin right behind him.

“All those men at today’s event,” Hyuk elaborates.

“I was doing my job, okay,” you interrupt, a little exasperated.

“What are we talking about?” Hongbin asks, sitting down so he can look at you all judgmentally from a distance away.

“Y/N-ah was handing out her card,” Hakyeon says grimly.

“Her what?” Ravi says.

“My business card,” you emphasize. “Because that’s what business cards are for.”

“Noona, you gave them out to random strangers!” Hyuk exclaims.

“...Random strangers?” Leo’s slowly worming his way into the circle around you.

“Look!” Ken holds out his phone. “Someone tweeted a freaking picture of her card!”

“Jaehwan-ah, what’s the username of the account?” you question.

Ken blinks, then checks. “Why?”

“It’s a female name, right?”

“So what?” Ravi’s arm has migrated over your shoulder so that he’s got you in a sort of backhug, arms pinned to your side.

“So, it’s not like I only gave out my card to men.” On instinct, you test your mobility; you feel Ravi tighten his hold to keep you in place. “Wonshik-ah.”

His muscles tense, but when you tap at his forearm, he grumbles and loosens enough for you to step away.

You put your hands on your hips and look around at all of them. “Look. Giving my business card out is a part of my job. I’m in marketing, it’s going to happen. You don’t want me to lose my job, do you?” You raise your brows.

“Of course not, noona,” Hyuk says immediately. “But—”

“Good. Because I’ve given out my card countless times in the past and I’ll continue giving it out in the future,” you state.

“Countless times?” Leo repeats.

“In the past?” Ken sidles up to your side. “Like, in the recent past or in the far past?”

“You’ve given out your card so many times you can’t even count?” Hakyeon looks disproportionately horrified by this idea.

Why is this what they’re focusing on? “That’s not the point—”

Hongbin interrupts with a quiet tsk. “Noona. Are you trying to make us mad?”

You roll your eyes at him. “If I wanted to make you guys mad, I’d just ask Hyuk who his favourite hyung is.”

There’s a pause as everyone looks to Hyuk.

Hyuk opens his mouth, then wisely closes it and narrows his eyes at you.

You can’t help pushing a little, for your own entertainment. “You do have a favourite, right, Hyukie?”

“Who is it, Hyuk-ah?” Leo demands.

“You can’t ask me to pick a favourite,” Hyuk hedges, sidling around you so you’re in between him and Leo. “That’s like asking N-hyung to pick his favourite dongsaeng.”

“Oh, well.” You shrug lightly and launch the bomb: “I always thought your favourite was Jaehwan-ah.”

“Your favourite is Jaehwan?!” Leo starts toward Hyuk.

“I didn’t say that!” Hyuk yelps as he dives behind you. “Noona said that, not me!”

“Aw, really?” Ken bounces around your other side to meet Hyuk for a big hug. “I love you too, our baby maknae~!”

“Yah, Sanghyuk, I raised you.” Leo swerves around you, Ravi and Hakyeon to get at Hyuk and Ken, who run in the opposite direction.

You stifle a laugh and turn to Hakyeon. “As for Hakyeon-ah…” You smile up at him. “I’m your favourite dongsaeng.”

That gets him blushing in a second. “Ah, I mean…”

“I’m not?” You add a dash of aegyo.

“Of course you are.” Hakyeon folds easily with a huge smile on his face, and he opens his arms to you.

But Ravi grabs for you and pulls you out of reach. “That doesn’t mean you’re her favourite, N-hyung,” he points out.

“I wasn’t assuming that,” Hakyeon defends himself.

“Good.” Ravi nestles his head on top of yours and snuggles you deeper into his chest; Hakyeon narrows his eyes.

Hongbin gives a judgey sniff. “Don’t be so clingy.”

“Why not?” Ravi hums, unperturbed, as he angles you away from Hakyeon’s attempts to put his hands on you.

Amused, you let Ravi shield you from Hakyeon, while in the background, Hyuk and Ken giggle madly as they run from Leo. “Yeah, why not, Hongbin-ah? You don’t want me?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, noona.”

“Just asking.”

“What, you’d rather I come over and wrestle you away from Ravi?” He snorts.

“No, I’d rather you let the others show their affection how they want without judging them for it,” you reply promptly.

Hongbin closes his mouth around the retort on his tongue and looks away, his cheeks darkening ever so slightly. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want you,” he says, tone lower.

You have to smile. He’s too tsundere for his own good, really.

A hard jostle against Ravi causes his grip on you to loosen; Ken’s barged right into him, Hyuk hot on his heels. Hakyeon takes his chance to snatch you into his arms while Ravi is pushed into Leo’s path as a barrier by Ken and Hyuk.

“Yah, brats,” Leo says on a pant, glaring at them as they peek over Ravi’s shoulders. He’s got his hands backward on his hips and is bent slightly forward like a middle-aged aunt winded from chasing kids around.

You decide to intervene before he collapses of exhaustion. “Okay, everyone, we really have to clean this place up before the venue staff kick us out. Help me out?”

“Of course,” Hakyeon says, good mood restored now that he’s got you. He brushes his lips against your temple, then lets you go to whip Ken, Ravi and Hyuk into action. “C’mon, kids, time to work. And no, Jaehwan-ah, you are not posting one more photo on SNS.”

You approach Leo, who’s still balefully eyeing Ken and Hyuk while his chest heaves up and down. “Taekwoon-ah.”

He looks around, expression stiff.

“You know it was a joke.” You reach up and slide your hand up the back of his neck.

He responds immediately, relaxing into your hold like a cat being petted. “Hm.”

“No hurt feelings?” you check, stroking your fingers into his hair.

“Mm. No.” Leo’s voice drops a few tones; he leans his head into your touch and, at the same time, drapes an arm around your waist to bring you closer. “Y/N-ah.”

“Yeah?” 

You look up in time to see his eyelids drop a little, gaze focused on your face. Your mouth. He tugs a little with the arm around your waist, urging you to rise onto your tiptoes, meet him halfway.

“No, Taekwoon, not here,” you say as sternly as you can, and pull your hand out of his hair.

He lets out a sound that’s almost a whine. “Y/N-ah…”

“Help me clean up, and we can get home faster and do what you want there,” you pitch.

Fortunately that gets through, and he stops trying to get you on your tiptoes to kiss him. “What do you need me to do?”

Ah, helpful boyfriends are the best. You direct him to sorting out the remainder of the swag into boxes, then check on the others to make sure nothing’s going awry.

When you circle back to the table, Hongbin’s still sitting there. “Aren’t you going to put me to work?” he asks sardonically.

You stop in front of him and reach out to muss his coiffed hair. “There’s not much left to do. Want to sit here and get all the tsundere out of your system before we go home?”

“No. N-hyung’s going to yell if I don’t help.” He removes your hand from his hair and then drops his arm, forcing you to step closer with your hand still in his. “Tell me what to do.”

“Okay.” You try to think, but his perfectly-styled hair is just begging to be ruffled, and your free hand instinctively rises.

Hongbin grabs that hand, too, and brings both your hands down, pulling you in even closer. “Noona.”

He’s looking up at you, studying your face intently enough to make you feel embarrassed, and you get the urge to pull back. “Sorry, your hair just looks too good,” you offer as your excuse.

His head cocks. “Does it?”

“Or maybe it’s just you.” You give him a smile.

He tilts his head further. “Just me,” he repeats.

“Too cheesy?”

Hongbin considers for a moment. “No,” he decides. Then he pulls you down to plant a kiss on your mouth.

You wobble a bit when he lets you go, caught off-guard, and a smirky smile curls the edges of his lips. “Clingy enough for you?” he asks.

Before you can swat the smug look off his face, your phone rings. You jump at the sound, breaking apart from Hongbin, and quickly reach into your pocket to pick up.

Hongbin’s peering at the screen almost before you are, bent over to squint at the number. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know.” You step away from him to get some space and answer: “Hello?”

“Y/N-ssi?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“This is Jihun-manager with the venue. I’m just calling to check if the rooms are ready to close up?”

“Oh, yes.” You turn to glance guiltily at the wall clock. “Er, most of them are, we just have one room left. I think it’s Dressing Room B.”

“Okay, I’ll tell my staff to leave that one for last.”

“Thanks very much. We’ll definitely be out before nine pm,” you promise.

As you end the call, you abruptly realize that all six Vixx members are standing around you, focused on you.

“Uh. Guys?” You step back a little, looking from face-to-face.

“Who was it?” Hakyeon asks.

“Who—? It was Jihun-manager, he’s the venue coordinator for this event.”

“You didn’t have his number saved,” Hongbin notes.

“Yeah, we’d only corresponded by email before today.” You frown around at everyone. “What’s the matter?”

Slowly their stances relax, as though some unknown threat has disappeared. Leo’s still eyeing your phone with mistrust, both Hakyeon and Ken are pouting, and Ravi’s rolling his shoulders just a bit, but nobody seems interested in explaining why they’re so het up.

Then you hear Hyuk’s grumble as he slinks back to stacking boxes: “You shouldn’t answer numbers you don’t know, noona.”

…Ohhhh dear. 

Are they back to the giving-out-your-business-card thing?

You decide the best way to not test that theory is to get the boys cleaning up as swiftly and efficiently as possible. By quarter to nine, all the boxes are stacked and you’ve gathered all the leftover junk into three ginormous garbage bags. You send Jihun-manager a text to let him know you’re done with the room, then distribute the boxes and bags among the members and head out to the parking garage.

As you’re all waiting for the elevator, your phone rings again.

Everyone turns to look at you.

Warily, you back away from them, keeping your phone screen tucked toward you. “I’ll take this call, you guys go ahead, okay?” You motion to the arriving elevator car.

Nobody moves.

Whatever. With a huff, you turn your back and answer the call. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this… Y/N?”

“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?”

“Er, you work with Vixx, right?”

“Yes, I do.” You glance over your shoulder and nearly leap out of your skin: all six of them are right there behind you, straining around their various boxes and bags to listen in.

“Ah, well, I don’t know if you remember, but I was at today’s event and you gave me your card.”

“Ah, did I?” You turn and make shooing motions at the boys. It doesn’t do anything, of course; instead, they just crowd closer until you’re basically up against the wall, surrounded by men and boxes.

“Yes. And… well, I’m interested in learning more about what you do. Your industry, you know. I hope this isn’t inappropriate, but could we chat sometime about your job, and your career, and how you got to where you are now?”

You smile. “Yes, that’s totally fine. Why don’t you send me an email? I’ll check my calendar when I’m back in the office and book us some time.”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” The person is genuinely excited, you can tell.

“No problem. Just send me an email, okay?”

“I will! Thank you, Y/N-ssi.”

“You’re welcome! Bye now.”

You hang up, and immediately are bombarded by questions.

“Who was that?”

“Why are you meeting with them?”

“Why are they calling so late at night?”

“It was one of those men you gave your card to, right?!”

“Okay, first of all,” you say loudly, “it was a woman.”

That shuts them up, and you smile with satisfaction at the sudden silence. 

“Second, it was a networking call. She just wanted to learn about my job. Nothing even close to a booty call.” You give Hyuk a slanted glance. “I’m good at what I do, and that includes networking, got it?”

“Got it,” Hyuk says, a little sullenly.

“You still shouldn’t answer unknown numbers, noona,” Ravi frets.

Ken gasps a little and looks to Hakyeon. “What if it was just an excuse? Do we have to start guarding Y/N-ah from women too?”

As horror spreads over Hakyeon’s face, you sigh. “No more of this, please, let’s just go home already. Taekwoon-ah, can you press the button?” Because of course the elevator’s long-gone.

Not a minute passes before your phone rings again.

There’s almost an audible cracking noise as everyone’s head snaps around.

“Don’t even start,” you say to them warningly, before answering the call. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Y/N?” It’s a male voice. 

Ravi’s apparently standing close enough to hear, because he sucks in his breath and informs the others in a whisper: “It’s a guy.”

You ignore their intensifying stares. “Yes, that’s me, can I help you?”

“Well, uh, we met today at the Vixx event, and you gave me your card, and I was actually wondering… I’m sorry if this is a bit straightforward, but do you have a boyfriend?”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

Ravi’s staring at you so hard he’s going cross-eyed. In a tense, hushed tone, he asks, “Did he just say… boy… friend…?”

Instantly, you feel the other five go on red alert, stares like lasers.

Ping. The elevator doors part once more.

In a split second, you make your decision. You plunge down the gauntlet of Vixx members, dive into the elevator car and frantically reach for the close button. If you can just get yourself two minutes away from your boyfriends, a two-minute elevator ride so they can calm down and become more rational and realize that you’re not going to say yes to a random person who asked if you had a boyfriend—

SLAM. Leo whacks the closing doors apart with his arm, eyes fixed on you, gaze stormy.

You gulp. “Uh.”

Then he’s pushed into the car by the rest of the boys, who are all now shouting and fighting to get near you.

“Who was that?!”

“Boyfriend??”

“He actually asked if you had a boyfriend?”

“What did you say?!”

“That was totally a booty call, noona!!”

“BOYFRIEND???”

With a sigh, you give up and let yourself be engulfed by six wailing men.

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[kpoptrashlord-007]

Ice Skating;; N x Reader

Day Three Of The KPOP Christmas Drabble Challenge

N x Reader

Word Count;; 600

Genre;; Fluff

Summary;;  You surprise N while he's practicing his new routine.

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 He glided across the ice. The blades scratched and clanged, the sound filling the small stadium. There was a chill in the air, just as one would expect from an ice skating rink. His lips were a touch pale but otherwise his face was blank, his thoughts lost to deep concentration. Determination and perseverance fueled him as he made another jump.

   It was a small routine; simple, graceful and elegant. He had practiced for many months just to master the step sequence - the jumps had taken even longer. It was a strain on his body but one he welcomed. The pains and aches left behind an odd satisfaction. Skating offered him solitude and gave him pride.

   In no way was he a professional skater and yet here he was, whenever time would allow, perfecting this small, personal routine. Blood, sweat, and tears had built the foundation for it while determination and adoration had built the walls. The roof was his body and soul, both of which had been dedicated to making this small routine special and meaningful.

   "Hakyeon," you called, your voice floating through the chilled air as you waved him over.

   "I didn't know you'd be stopping in this early. I thought I had more time."

   "I wanted to surprise you!" You held up a plastic bag with takeout boxes inside. His skates scratched the ice as he moved toward you, a grin overtaking his features at your next words. "Galbi! Hurry while it's hot!"

   "You really are my angel."

   "You're welcome!

   As soon as you were within reach, his arms were around you and his lips were upon yours. You held the bag behind your back, trying to protect the meat while also trying to pull yourself away from the ice that Hakyeon was inching you closer to with every kiss.

   "Thank you, darling," he said, breaking the kiss only to stare into your eyes. His gaze left you wanting, as did his wandering hands. Cold fingertips grazed down your arms until they held your hands, stealing both your warmth and breath. The red lipstick that painted your lips was visible as a faint mark on his. Sweat peeked out from his hairline, threatening to fall down his otherwise smooth face.

   With a shake of your head, you pulled back.

   Hakyeon! We're going to fall!" You laughed, giving him a nudge once his hold on you loosened. "Come on, silly. Let's eat."

   He watched you skip over to the nearest seats, taking out the food and trying to balance it on the chairs. It was destined to fail but you weren't one to give up so easily. That aspect of your personality was something he had always admired. Even as sauce spilled onto the floor and you cried out in surprise, he could tell you weren't ready to give up on your front-row seat. Not when today was a special day.

   Today he was showing you his small, personal routine.

   This routine was different from any he had done before. This time he was skating to his own music. He choreographed the entire dance on ice from beginning to end, from every jump to every step. Each and every part of the skate was his creation. No one else had seen it before and no one else ever will for this show was for his one and only, for his darling.

   This small, personal skate routine was yours and yours alone.

[dangerousluv1]

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A/N: Sorry this is a little late, got caught up with a couple things and this hellsite hasn’t been letting me schedule or even save a draft of the full fic. But you know what, here it is and I hope y’all like it. Remember to like, comment, and reblog, I’d love to hear what you guys think ♥︎

Warnings: smut, bondage, blindfolds, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), probably a couple curses thrown in the mix, oh and a bit of fluff

Word Count: 2.7k+

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“I’d like to cash in this coupon.” The very same words he’d used on you last time were now geared towards him. The playful glint in your eyes did nothing to ease his uneasiness. He held out a hand for you to hand him the coupon and looked over it, ‘Tie Me Up Tie Me Down’. He looked up at you and then back down at the coupon, biting his lip in worry.

“Don’t worry,” you cooed, your fingers running over the nylon rope tying your boyfriend’s wrist to the headboard. “It’ll be fun.” He gasped softly as you flicked your tongue over his nipple. He pulled against the bindings, momentarily forgetting they were present. “Aw, you want out so soon baby?” Your fingers trailed down his abdomen, lightly tracing shapes into his skin. “But we’re just getting started.” He could just imagine the smirk playing on your lips as you spoke. “I hope you like the blindfold. It’s from the last coupon that I cashed but never used."

He questioned why he had even included this coupon in the little booklet he handed you on your birthday. Of all things he could’ve chosen it just had to be the one that put him completely under your control. But he didn’t have much time to think the matter over for he had felt you sliding down his sweats, effectively pulling him out of his thoughts. He clenched his fists in frustration. Not being able to see you or what you’re about to do next made him feel a bit restless.

He felt the bed shift under your weight as you moved off the bed. Straining his ears, he tried to listen for any other movements that would indicate where you were and cursed under his breath when he couldn’t hear anything but the eerie silence. The light caress of your fingertips against his bare thigh nearly had him jump out of his skin. Your touch felt so foreign, so new. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. He felt the bed dip again as you straddled his hips. The feeling of your warm breath ghosting over his neck sent tingles down his spine, anticipating your next move.

“Just relax baby,” you whispered, leaving lingering pecks along his neck and collarbone. You trailed your kisses up his throat, lingering at his Adams apple for a moment, eliciting a low groan from him. He tilted his head back further against the pillows as you nipped at his jawline. You pressed your lips softly to his, letting him lift his head to try and deepen the kiss only to pull away a second later. He growled softly, tugging at his bindings once again. You chuckled, leaning away to watch his reactions for what you were about to do next.

“Sweetie, remember when we went shopping last time, and you jokingly picked out a little outfit for me?” You paused and waited for him to nod in acknowledgement. “I went out and bought it.” His breath hitched upon hearing your words. You let your hands roam the expanse of his chest as you continued. “I’m wearing it right now.” A soft moan slipped past his lips as he pictured how you looked in the lingerie, his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. “I couldn’t help but imagine all the things you’d want to do to me while I was wearing it. The way your lips would brush against my skin teasingly. The way your fingertips ghost down my inner thighs to spread them apart, your tongue licking everywhere except where I want you most. Oh how I’d whimper against your touch, my fingers gripping your hair to bring you closer. And when that sinful tongue of yours flicks over my clit repeatedly as you pump your fingers inside me, god how I’d croon.” His breathing came out in soft pants, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips on occasion.

Your voice was that of a siren’s singing, soft and seductive, so alluring. He held on to your every word, the images unfolding beautifully behind his closed lids. He raised his hips to grind his arousal against your core. Your name slipped past his lips in a needy whisper as you took in a shaky breath. You moved your hips in a figure eight motion, pressing your lips to the base of his throat and sucking until it blooms a pretty purple. He curses, snapping his hips up once more. You kiss your way down his bare chest; stopping at his navel to leave little licks and nips. You hook your fingers underneath the waistband of his briefs and slowly tug them down, his erection springing free.

“Once you were done with me I’d want to return the favor.” You accentuated your words by gripping the base of his cock and giving him a little squeeze. “I’d pepper soft kisses up your shaft, my tongue following the path my lips made.” Your actions mimicked your words just seconds later. “I’d slide my hand up, tightening my grip as I went while my thumb swipes against the tip once in a while.” You stopped talking for a few moments, letting your actions speak for itself while you listen to his small moans. Soon he was bucking his hips into your hand as your speed fluctuated between fast and agonizingly slow. You kissed the tip, tasting the precum that dripped down his cock. His arms tensed as he took hold of the rope to ground himself. You took the tip into your mouth and gave him a good suck before releasing him from your lips to quickly flick your tongue repeatedly across his reddening slit like a small kitten. You look up at him through hooded eyes to see his head thrown back against the pillow; his jaw was slack as a string of throaty moans floated to your ears.

You knew he was close to reaching his end and feeling as wicked as you did that night, you didn’t want him to climax just yet. You parted your lips, slowly taking in his throbbing member as your hand stilled. With your free hand you play with his neglected balls, driving him even further up the wall and even closer to his climax. You bob your head up and down slowly; taking him further into your willing mouth each time you went down. You pause your movements as the very tip of your nose brushes against his dark patch of pubic hair and you swallow around him. His voice is shaky as he calls out your name. You bob your head faster, opting to take him in only halfway while your hand pumped the rest. He let out a loud moan, signaling that he was going to cum, but you tightened your fingers around him like a vice, preventing him from reaching his climax.

He growled low in his throat and bucked his hips in retaliation while trying to pull his wrists free. You release him with a soft ‘pop’ in order to speak. “Ah ah ah. Bad boys don’t get to come so soon.” The sound of your voice border-lined a sickly sweet tone. “It’s not very nice to tease someone out in public and then just leave them hanging.” Still gripping the base of his cock, you trail a single finger up the center of his abdomen slowly, watching as his muscles tensed as it went. “Was it fun getting me all worked up and then refuse to continue?" Chuckling softly you tap his lips and wait for him to open up. You slid your index finger into his mouth and he timidly begins to suck. “Good boy,” you praise him with a smile while his cheeks flushed. “You had me cornered in that changing room. You could’ve easily hiked up my skirt and fingered me. I would’ve kept quiet… but something tells me you would have wanted for one of the employees to hear me moan your name and nearly stumble upon us in such a position… You know, I didn’t wear any underwear that day like you asked.” He groaned softly, his fists tightening around the rope as he pictured taking you against the mirror of the changing room; your skirt bunched up around your waist while his pants pooled at his ankles and your hands sliding down the mirror as he held onto your hips and rammed into repeatedly from behind.

Lost in thought, he didn’t realize that you began pumping his still erect cock until he felt a knot tightening in his abdomen as he neared his climax once more. But to his displeasure, you stopped him from coming yet again. You were starting to get on his nerves now. “Baby,” he said, speaking for the first time since you had begun your little game, his voice stern.

“Beg.” This caught him off guard.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, sweetie. If you want to come, you’re going to have to beg for it.” You chuckled softly as a small pout appeared on your boyfriend’s lips. You slowly began to pump his cock again, building up speed as you went. He swallowed, a choked moan leaving his lips shortly after. “Oh Hakyeon,” you started, “you’re not making this any easier. How long has it been since you had me on my knees, sucking on that beautiful cock of yours until you released in my mouth? It’s been a while hasn’t it? I miss your taste on my tongue. That sinful mix of salty and sweet that I can only categorize as yours. All you have to do is beg for it baby.”

“Please,” he whines softly, voice just barely audible.

You kiss the tip of his penis, hand moving slower as your ears perk at the sound of his voice. “What was that baby?”

“God, please. Please let me come.” His hips jerked, hands balled into tight fists, knuckles turning white with the strain, as he lifted his head to ‘look' down at you, imagining your lips still pressed against his hard cock. Another choked moan slipped past his lips as your tongue circled his tip slowly, releasing the rope from his death grip.

“How badly do you want to come?”

“So badly. Please let me come, please.” His voice cracks slightly towards the end, breathing ragged.

“Good boy,” you whisper with a smile. A relieved smile spreads across his lips. He attempts to reach down to stroke your hair, only to be rudely reminded of the restraints holding him in place. He cursed under his breath, making the corners of your mouth perk ever so slightly. You swallow around his cock, rolling his balls gently between your fingers. His wanton moans were loud and clear. Your name slipping in to the mix of colorful curses as his back arches.

“Fuck. Stop. Stop baby.” He’s breathing heavily and his knuckles are white once again as he grips the rope once more. You pause, eyebrows furrowed as you slide him out of your mouth. A genuine look of confusion washes over your features as you sit up between his legs. Sensing your confusion he answers with an “I…I want to be inside you.” His voice was soft and a faint blush was staining his cheeks.

You chuckle softly and nod even though he can’t see you with his blindfold still securely in place. "Good boys deserve treats, don't they? And you've been such a good boy tonight." You crawl up and straddle his hips once more, a hand sneaking down to teasingly rub against your fold before slowly circling your clit, your arousal coating your fingertips. You tap two of your fingers against his lips once more and he greedily licks your fingers clean.

"So good," he mumbles softly, licking his lips.

"Does Hakyeon want me to ride his beautiful cock? Does he want me to take his cock like a good girl?" You ask as you rub your wet mound against the length of his cock.

"Yes yes. God yes. I want you so bad baby, so bad."

"As you wish baby," you whisper seductively, taking his hard cock in your hand and aligning him with your entrance before slowly sinking down. A choked moan slip past your lips as you take him, loving the way he fits so snugly. Hakyeon has his lip between his teeth, trying to fight the urge to buck his hips. "God I missed you baby. You feel so good." You moan softly, raising your hips and sinking back down slowly to find a rhythm. It's takes him all of his self-control to keep him from rutting his hips and taking you from below.

To his surprise you tug the blindfold off of him. It takes a moment for his eyes to focus on as he looks up at the ceiling. You take his chin between your fingers, forcing him to look at you. "I want you to watch as I ride you baby." He merely nods and raises his head slightly looking down to see his cock slide in and out of your pussy. He moans softly, tossing his head back against the pillows as you quicken your pace, hands placed on either side of his head for leverage. Your breathing comes out in soft pants as you feel a knot beginning to form in the pit of your stomach.

Hakyeon throws care out the window and begins to thrust up into you fast and hard as you bounced on his cock. "Baby— I'm close… please, please don't stop."

You nod meekly, lost in the lustful pleasure. "Come for me baby." His thrusts become sloppy in rhythm as you try your best to keep yours steady. You lean down and press your lips to his in an equally sloppy kiss, moaning into each other's mouths, pulling away to moan each other's names as he climaxes with a final thrust.

You're panting softly as you move your hips, helping him ride out his high. His breathing is ragged and his eyes are shut when you let him slip out of you, soft moans leaving both your lips. You untie his bindings, rubbing each wrist to get the blood circulating again and pressing a delicate kiss to both of them. He sighs in content and pulls you down to cradle your head against his chest as you chuckle softly at his actions, winding your arms around his torso.

"Thank you," you mumble softly, closing your eyes and snuggling against his chest.

"I should be thanking you, that might've been one of the best orgasms I've had," he says with a cheerful lilt peaking out from behind his tired tone. Turning on his side and taking you with him as you swat his shoulder playfully. A moment later he pulls away slightly to look down at you with furrowed brows, moving some stray strands away from your face. He cups your cheek and says, “You didn’t get to come. Um I can-if you give me a few minutes I can—“

“Hey, it’s fine,” you interrupt. “I edged you like three times dude. And I had you tied up and blindfolded. Thank you for trusting me. You don’t owe me an orgasm every time we have sex… it’d be nice but I certainly won’t get butthurt over it,” you finish with a chuckle.

“Are you sure? I can use my mouth or my fingers to get you off.” He slides his hand up your outer thigh, resting it there at the top as he waits for your permission.

Shaking you head, you pull him closer to you, thumbs sliding over his cheekbones as you look at his tired eyes and appreciate the concern behind them. “I’m sure.”

He whispers a soft "I love you" and places a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

"Love you too," you reply as you snuggle closer.

It’s silent for a few peaceful moments until he decides to break it. "I'm totally going to use these on you next time, regardless of the coupons I have left," laughing as he tightens his hold around you while you playfully punch him.

“That’s it, you’ve killed the mood,” you grumble once you get free, turning around and walking away from the bed so he doesn’t see the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Come back and cuddle with me,” he whines, missing your warmth.

“After I get cleaned up!” you call over your shoulder as you head to the bathroom.

[cloudycrystalkpop]

1 + Hakyeon from vixx

spell book

“d-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e i see things that nobody else sees”

creaking steps late at night are common in this old house. you had long since become used to the red hand prints on the wallpaper.

no one else ever seemed to notice, until it was their blood on the floor that is. you always kept quiet, after all, you knew he wouldn’t harm you.

after all, it was thanks to you he had an endless supply of victims.

you held the small doll, cradled him to your chest, as you wandered the walls barefoot. you had heard voices from the sitting room, horrible people with their screaming radios and demanding voices.

“is anyone here with us?” “who are you?” “what’s your name?” you’d heard all their demands before.

honestly, if they really wanted to speak to someone, maybe they should just speak to you like a normal person, rather then trying to shove that horrible skipping radio in your face.

you cuddled your doll closer, glaring at the men from the doorway. they wanted a show, some cheep spooks. that’s all them and their cameras wanted.

well, you looked down to the doll in your arms, might as well have a little fun?

you ran your nails along the walls, causing several of the men to jump. you let out a small giggle, nearly making one of them scream as they scrambled with their cameras.

you places your doll down along the back wall, carefully wandering around the room till you stood in the doorway.

you let out a fake sniffle, pretending to wipe tears from your eyes.

“peek-a-boo?” your voice wavered, like that of a feightened child. all of the men turned to stare at your in horror and awe.

“peek-a-boo.” another voice answered yours from behind the men. they all whipped around in horror as a scream ripped through the back of their party.

one of the men fell to the floor, sputtering blood. you smiled as you saw your doll, now a full grown, lifesize man, standing behind the ghost hunters, his shirt covered in the dead man’s blood.

peek-a-boo was your favorite game.

[leosvixxen]

Chapters: 8/9 Fandom: VIXX, K-pop Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Kim Wonshik | Ravi/Reader Characters: Kim Wonshik | Ravi, Cha Hakyeon | N, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Angels, Fallen Angels, Demons, Alternate Universe, Demon/Human Relationships, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Domestic Violence, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nephilim, Minor Character Death Summary:

Avery Brown had a somewhat normal life in her sleepy Louisiana town, but all of that began to crumble when a mysterious stranger arrives in town. One demon makes her question everything she thought she knew about Angels, and everything she thought she knew about herself.

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Just one more chapter left! I’ve really enjoyed this project, and I sincerely thank every person who reads, likes/kudos, or comments on this piece. I also thank @n-the-giraffe for being so amazing.

[kpopmalereader]

cold ; cha hakyeon

• summary: you’re sick and needy and just want love • pairing: cha hakyeon x male!reader • word count: 549 • to do

You sniff and wipe your nose slightly, shuffling into the living room. “Hakyeon?”

“Love, why aren’t you in bed?”

“I’m cold, you weren’t there.”

He smiles and brushes his thumb over your cheeks. “That’s adorable.”

You tilt your head up, closing your eyes as the warmth starts coming back to your body again. “Can you stay with me until I fall back asleep? Or maybe longer?”

You sniff again and make your natural swollen-faced pout even more prominent, hoping it sways him more towards laying back down with you for hours on end. He hums and furrows his eyebrows, tapping on his chin.

“Let me think about it.”

You whine, voice cracking slightly as you do so, and lay your forehead against his chest. “You’re mean.”

“I haven’t given my answer yet.”

You breathe out your nose, cough slightly, and open one of your eyes.

“Okay, I’ll lay down with you long enough to warm you up.”

“You were mean to me, so you should lay down with me until the next time I wake up again.”

Hakyeon hums again and lifts you up, ignoring your freezing cold hands and you going limp in his arm and causing all of your dead weight to go on his forearms. You cuddle into his neck, eyes already starting to close.

He lays you down on the bed and, after changing into something more comfortable, he lays down with you. He lets you press yourself against him and lay your head on his chest.

“How is half of your body so warm but your hands and feet are so cold?”

“My whole body is cold on the inside.” You rub your eyes and shove your legs in between his. “That was meant to just be that I feel cold, not that I’m like emo or something.”

He laughs softly and holds your hands in his, letting you press your freezing feet against his legs. “I’m only allowing this because you’re sick.”

“Mhm, whatever.” You mumble, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you too…” He kisses your forehead and smiles, whispering to you. “But don’t get upset when I’m not here when you wake up.”

“You talk a lot of smack for someone who carries me around at least four times a week and wouldn’t go to work today because I’m sniffly.”

He huffs and crosses his arms. But he happens to cross his arms over your back given your current position and completely undermines his statement. “I didn’t go to work today because you have a cold and I know you would try to drive somewhere or do work and hurt yourself somehow.”

“You didn’t go to work today because you love me and wanted to take care of me.” You poke his stomach and lean your head up, laying your chin on his chest. “But you want to keep your façade and act like you can’t stand me, but I also know you ordered all of my favorite foods and drinks earlier today.”

“I love you, doesn’t mean I need to like you.” He kisses your nose and moves down the bed. “Go to sleep.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “You’ll still be here when I wake up and we both know it.”

[peonybane]

Poet & Prophet; member of your choice. Thank you! Congrats on five-hundo

Hi Anon! Thanks a lot! For this, I’ve decided to do Cha Hakyeon (N) of VIXX. I miss him so much! This one took a lot of thought, so I hope you enjoy it! ^.^

“Poet & Prophet” + Cha Hakyeon (N) of VIXX

Note: Magical World AU

The poem in this is a translation of the song Resemble written by N.

“Are you sure, Prophetess?”

You smiled at the girl. “Of course. You’ll marry him.”

The girl giggled, jumping up to hug you. You smiled, patting her hair. “Good luck, and may the god, Rovix, watch over you.”

“Thank you, so much, Prophetess!”

She ran off excitedly, leaving you alone to sigh. Sometimes, you weren’t sure why your temple insisted that you take part in these festivals. You couldn’t see the future on command. It required a genuinely miraculous fate or an event to trigger your visions. But here you were peddling your ‘gift’ like some common fortune teller.

“You’ve told that fortune 10 times now,” said a honey sweet voice.

You looked over and found the famous Hakyeon looking down at you. “As if you haven’t shared the same tale over and over, Bard.”

“That’s poet, Prophetess. I just happen to sing as well as play the lyre in addition to my poetry.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “If you must know, prophecies are not something I can control. Better to read their palms than tell them the truth that there’s nothing truly extraordinary about them.”

Hakyeon laughed like that. You may have taken a vow of chastity in the service of Rovix, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate his high cheekbones and melodic laugh.

“What? Would you like me to read your palm?”

“Sure, why not, Prophetess.”

He sat down in front of you. “Dear Prophetess, how shall I pay you? In money or would you like a poem?”

It was your turn to chuckle. “How about a poem, then.”

“If I met you, then because I met youIf I couldn’t meet you, then because I couldn’t meet youI miss you so I roll the tape. I fill myself with youNow I can’t tell apart you and meYou and I have passed so many deep nightsAmidst a haze of countless peopleAnd even if we don’t say anything…I met you on an unfamiliar roadAnd started walking on a different pathBut still, I’m starting to resemble you more and moreAt the end of each day I looked backAt the journey I took with youWe look for each other from different phases of time.Down to the last step I tookThat stays at the edge of my memoryIt is a road headed towards you.”

As he finished the poem, you couldn’t help but blush, looking at his hands.

“Poet Hakyeon, are you asking me if our fates are entwined?”

“That’s up to you to figure out.”

He smirked.

“Give me your palm and we’ll see if we walk down this road of life together.”

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[hailcyeon]

hiraeth | 06

Pairing: Jaehwan x Reader Genre: Sci-Fi, Royal AU Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: PTSD mentions

"Hakyeon lets out a strained sigh, the air getting caught somewhere in his throat as he exhales. He has his hands in his pockets, looking older than you've ever seen him."

You roll out of bed the next day well into the afternoon. Bright sunlight filters in through the pale blue curtains as you try to get your bearings. The past few days feel like a fever dream, but the shining city outside tells you that you are indeed back in your homeland. Not that you recognize much of it, of course. Even taking into account your minimal exposure to anything beyond the palace walls before your exile, the city has spent the last ten years spreading, growing like a moss over the landscape. And off in the distance is Yuseong River, an iridescent snake splitting the city in two.

After brushing your teeth, you groggily wander downstairs, hoping Hakyeon has procured breakfast in some non-curry way. You catch the barest glimpse of a stranger sitting at the dining table before she hurtles herself toward you, embracing you tightly and obscuring your vision in a cloud of dark hair.

“I didn't believe it, but it's true!” she whispers in a rush next to your ear. The woman finally releases you and holds you at arm’s length to get a better look. Possessing a model-like grace and beauty, she looks entirely unlike anyone you normally interact with. But under her pearly white smile and perfectly sculpted eyebrows, you get the distinct feeling you’ve met before.

“Hakyeon said he found you, but I honestly didn't believe him,” she rambles. “He says a lot of crazy things and—” She breaks off, blinking and pursing her lips. “And, you don't remember me, do you?”

“Ah,” you begin awkwardly, not sure what to say. The woman seems so familiar to you, like you might have seen her in a movie or a dream, but that doesn't seem quite right. Then, at her disappointed sigh of your name, something just clicks, your eyes widening in shock and recognition.

“Sora?”

She beams, wrapping you in another fierce hug. “Oh, you do remember!”

You hear Hakyeon's chuckle off to the side somewhere. “You're crushing her, Sora.”

She releases you quickly as her grin turns sheepish. “I'm sorry. Hakyeon warned me to be gentle with you, but I got a little excited.”

“It's okay,” you say, feeling dazed.

You're back in Asadal now, of course you would run into people from your childhood. It’s just a little hard to reconcile the mental image of your old best friend, all skinned knees and frizzy hair, with the put-together beauty in front of you. If reuniting with Hakyeon was a blast from the past, Sora’s presence feels like actual time travel. “What are you doing here?”

Still smiling, Sora takes your hands and leads you to sit down at the table, now devoid of Hakyeon's various documents.

“I brought her,” Hakyeon answers, leaning against the kitchen island. He's in a fresh set of clothes and looks slightly less haggard than yesterday, though the dark circles haven't budged. “I thought we could use some help reacclimating you with the court.”

Sora nods. “When Hakyeon called me saying he'd found you and that you were back in the Capital, I thought he was making fun of me. But I had to come on the off chance it was true.” She releases your hands and clasps her expertly manicured fingers together. “Wait ‘til I tell grandma!”

You smile at the mention of your old governess. “How is she?”

Sora smiles softly. “As well as can be. She and grandpa have been living at the old house out in Minami province since—“ She pauses here with a wrinkle of her pert nose. “Well, since grandpa left the Council.”

You furrow your brows in worry. Sora's grandfather had been your father's most trusted member of the High Council. With what Hakyeon said last night, you suppose it's only natural the king would dispose of him first. You count it as a blessing that he's still alive.

“And Sanghyuk?”

Sora rolls her eyes heavily. “Still with me in the Capital, still as bratty as ever.”

You smile, glad to hear of her little brother. The image of small, waifish boy clutching at his sister fills your memory with that pronouncement. It was easy to get attached to the kid after years of being followed around on your and Sora’s adventures through the palace. You’re reminiscing when a sudden thought occurs to you, and you spin in your seat to face Hakyeon.

“What do you mean reacclimate myself to the court?”

“My father,” he starts, “has requested your presence at the tower.”

“What.” The idea is so abhorrent that you think you've misheard.

Hakyeon sighs deeply. “I received a message from one of the king's secretaries this morning. It seems he does indeed know you're here, and he wants to see you.”

“When?” you ask simply.

“Tomorrow morning.”

You nod in understanding, seemingly calm. In reality, you've gone completely numb at the thought of standing face to face with the man who murdered your family, stole your kingdom, and almost murdered you as well.

“There's no way to refuse, is there?” A statement more than a question.

Hakyeon shakes his head. “I'm not sure what he wants, but it would be unwise not to go.”

You nod again, anxiety creeping up the back of your neck through the numbness. “What do we do?”

“I have a plan.” Arms crossed, Hakyeon has a look of foreboding.

“Let's hear it.”

“You're not going to like it,” he says with a slight grimace.

“Let's hear it,” you repeat, more slowly this time.

With a sigh Hakyeon runs a hand through his hair and starts pacing. “The kingdom is under the assumption that you are dead, and they have been since your disappearance. The people were forced to accept my father as king only because there was no other choice.”

He stops in front of the window, back turned and hands clasped. “While he certainly has his supporters, the people don’t love my father. They don’t support him the way they did your parents. And with the recent civil unrest, he has never been more unpopular with the common folk.”

You furrow your brows and look to Sora for confirmation, and she nods ruefully. “It's particularly bad down south.”

“So, what am I supposed to do?” you ask.

Hakyeon turns around to face you, arms crossed again. “The king could use some support. If you can convince him you've arrived to help solidify his power, he'll be inclined to leave you alone while we work on deposing him.”

“You want me to be the king's personal cheerleader,” you say, deadpan.

He grimaces again, but nods. “For lack of better term.”

You can't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. “You were right, I don't like this plan. I hate this plan.”

“Think about it,” Hakyeon implores. “The king already knows you're here. He’ll want to know why, and knowing my father, he will feel threatened by your presence. Convince him and the rest of the kingdom you’re here for his sake and he will be forced to leave you alone.”

At your skeptical look, he continues, clearly having pre-scripted this conversation. “Plus, you'll have a great vantage point of being involved in the court. I don't have a lot of allies there, and as I told you, I need access to the king's systems.”

You roll your eyes in exasperation. “Hakyeon, this is dumb. How are we supposed to explain my miraculous reappearance? What makes you think we can convince him of anything?”

“Because he has no choice,” Hakyeon states firmly. “My father's grip on the realm has always been tenuous at best, and he knows it. He may have his sycophants now, but they will turn on him at the drop of a hat.

“As for your reappearance.” He pauses. “I think my father has always suspected you survived.”

“How do you figure?” A chill runs down your spine at the very notion. That the king knew, waited out your years in exile.

Hakyeon shakes his head. “I just know. He never relaxed after I got you out of the kingdom. I covered my tracks as best I could, but still.” He smiles suddenly. “You're his worst failure.”

“I'm glad my not drowning was such an accomplishment,” you mutter darkly.

Sora speaks up from the side where she has been listening intently to your conversation. “What happened that night?” she asks in a soft voice.

Your jaw clenches and your muscles tense, as they always do when thinking back to that time. Hakyeon, taking your silence as a concerning sign, immediately tries discouraging the topic.

“Sora, I don't think now is the time—”

“No, it's okay,” you interrupt, your voice sounding impossibly small, even to yourself. “I've had time to come to terms with it.”

Hakyeon raises an eyebrow, apparently skeptical. “Have you?”

“Somewhat,” you clarify, rather embarrassed. To say you’re over your trauma would be a blatant lie. But it had been ten years ago, and you refuse to hesitate in front of your old friend, regardless of the constant anxiety and occasional nightmares you still have.

You swallow heavily and shake your head. “What do you remember about my parents’ deaths?”

Sora looks like she slightly regrets starting this conversation, but obliges. “There was a fire.” She pauses, pursing her lips and averting her eyes. “The king and queen were called to the Assembly House. Everyone did what they could, but they couldn’t put out the fire until it was too late. Except,” she says, huffing frustratedly, “everyone knows that's a lie.”

“Do they?” You're curious as to how much of the kingdom knows the truth.

“Well, not everyone,” she admits. “Just anyone in the court at the time. Grandpa warned your parents that something was going to happen.”

This is news to you. “He did?” You wonder just how much was known, if all this could have been prevented.

Sora nods. “You were away at school, but the entire High Council and half the magistrates seemed to know something was up with your uncle.”

You look to Hakyeon who nods as well. “I tried keeping an eye on my father, but you know he's always kept me at an arm's length. There were plenty at court who warned your parents that he could strike any moment.”

You look down as your heart clenches. They knew. Your parents knew they were marked for death. “Why didn't they run?” you whisper, half to yourself.

“They didn't want to abandon the kingdom,” Sora says, looking to the floor sadly. “Grandpa ranted about it at home, about how they were too noble for their own good. Grandma at least managed to convince them to send you away.”

You suck in a deep breath to ground yourself, but your hands curl into fists, nails cutting half-moons into your palms.

There’s only so much you could have done, right, from your position as a sheltered child? Your uncle had never seemed outwardly dangerous. A little weird, a little intense, popping into the palace randomly after long periods away. Your father never had the best relationship with his estranged older brother, your uncle always a little too desperate for leverage in court. But you never thought, never dreamed that he would do anything about it. If only you had spoken up.

“So everyone knows?” you ask in a hollow voice.

“Not the citizens. But the magistrates, the council, half the court even.” Sora looks at you, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. “I'm sorry.”

You attempt a smile that lands closer to a grimace and shake your head. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Sora. In fact, your grandpa saved my life. Along with Hakyeon,” you add, glancing over to your cousin.

The prince flushes slightly. “I had very little to do with it.”

“I wouldn't be here today if not for you,” you assert. “You remember the funeral?” you ask, turning back to Sora.

She nods. “I'm sorry I couldn't be there. I wanted to come see you the second you got back to the kingdom, but whenever I tried some court attendant or whoever would tell me you were busy.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle darkly. “They wanted to crown me immediately. They probably would have done it at the airport if Uncle hadn't stepped in.”

“I have a theory about that,” says Hakyeon. You raise an eyebrow and he continues. “I think my father assumed that he would be allowed to rule as regent for the time being. You were still a minor, and I think he planned to gradually take over officially.”

“But the Council had different plans,” you finish for him.

Hakyeon nods ruefully.

“I think everyone was afraid of the crown falling into your uncle's hands,” Sora adds.

“Instead they just spurred him to take drastic measures.” Hakyeon's jaw is set in anger, but you're too tired to be mad at what a group of old men did so long ago.

“He sent his men after me,” you explain, turning back to Sora and finally getting to the story. “I don't fully remember what happened, but I remember being dragged from my bed in the middle of the night.”

You squeeze your fingers, doing your best to distract yourself and keep your heart rate down, but it isn't quite working. In your mind, you’re back in a dark, stuffy van, head swimming and lungs struggling to take in air. Wake up. Wake up. Wake. UP.

“I think I may have been drugged as well,” you add quietly, arms crossed firmly in some semblance of keeping yourself together.

Sora's eyes have gone wide at the revelation.

“After what happened to the king and queen I tried to stick as close to my father as possible,” Hakyeon continues for you. “I noticed him being more secretive than usual, and I instructed your grandfather to check in at the palace,” he explains to Sora. “I'm sorry I didn't move quicker. From what I gather, there was a chase. The men tried to transport the princess out of the Capital, but were held up at the bridge crossing Yuseong River.”

He looks away, unable to face you, while you're just doing your best to keep breathing normally. In your dreams you often re-live waking up with water in your lungs, darkness all around you. The memories are just as vivid ten years later.

Hakyeon lets out a strained sigh, the air getting caught somewhere in his throat as he exhales. “Together we got her out of the country.” He has his hands in his pockets, looking older than you've ever seen him. “The few loyal members of the Council and I, I mean.”

You nod. “They set me up with an apartment and fake documents for school and a little money. And that's where I've been until now. And,” you pause for a deep breath, “now you know.”

You're enveloped in a crushing hug once again as Sora jumps out of her seat toward you. “I'm sorry,” she whispers against your ear.

You shake your head, hugging her back. “It happened, and it's over.”

Sora releases you, then stands and surprises Hakyeon with a hug of his own. “You too, you silly prince,” she says emphatically. Hakyeon awkwardly pats her on the back and you almost laugh at the sight. Sora straightens and turns to face the two of you with a determined look in her eye.

“Okay, so what's the plan, how can I help?”

[eastasianfeelings]

toys vs. boys: Vixx

Summary: You visit your six boyfriends and everyone except Ravi gets jealous over your dildo. THAT’S IT, THAT’S THE FIC, enjoy the random smut-fluff my brain came up with, bye.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: polyamory, sex toys, super-dumb jealousy

On the eve of Chuseok, you let yourself in to Hakyeon’s apartment with a backpack full of mooncakes. It’s the first time in a while that you’re seeing all six of your boyfriends together at once; you hope you bought enough cakes to go around. (Probably not, given that Leo and Hyuk would likely eat half of them by themselves.)

As you head inside, you hear raised voices come down the hallway.

“You used this???”

“Hyung, you’re basically enabling her like that!” Ken’s voice.

“So what?” comes Hakyeon’s reply. “If I don’t, she’ll use it anyway—”

“Aish.” That’s Leo’s trademark hiss of disdain, cutting off the rest of Hakyeon’s words.

“I mean, I don’t think it’s a huge deal,” Ravi contributes.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” is Hongbin’s response.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Now very curious, you poke your head into the kitchen. “Hey, guys. I brought the mooncakes. What’re we arguing about?”

As one, they all jump and face you. The looks on their faces only fan the flames of your curiousity:

Hakyeon — guilty but defiant, almost proud;

Leo — nose scrunched up in distaste, his cheeks red;

Ken — distressed, well on his way to divatown;

Ravi — embarrassed but the calmest out of all of them;

Hongbin — irritated and done with everything, as always;

and Hyuk — who’s holding something familiar to you in his hands, looking somewhere along the spectrum between dazed and shocked.

“Yah, Hyukie.” You stride forward and swipe the light-pink silicone dildo from his hand. “Why do you have this?” you demand, trying your best not to blush. There’s no reason to be embarrassed about sex things anymore, not in this lumpy polyamorous relationship of yours.

Immediately he defends himself: “I-it was in N-hyung’s bedroom.” He backs away, not meeting your eyes.

“Oh.” Was that where you’d left it? You turn your head, meet Hakyeon’s gaze and then quickly break eye contact as you recall the last time you had sex with him.

“Oh?” Ken repeats, drawing your attention to him. He marches forward and flings an accusing finger at the toy. “Y/N-ah. That’s all you have to say about this?”

Everyone’s gaze is on you, and you’re not sure what they’re expecting. You hastily stuff the dildo into the side pocket of your backpack, kick the bag under the island counter and clear your throat. “Why, what’s the matter? I just left it here, that’s all.”

“You left it here?” Ravi repeats. “It’s yours, noona?”

“Um. Yeah. Why?”

Another hissing sound from Leo makes you look over; he’s eyeing your backpack like it might bite him.

“N-hyung,” Ken says, pitch rising. “I thought you were on my side about this!”

“There’s no sides,” Hakyeon says defensively. “I just wanted to make her feel good, that’s all—”

With a dramatic wail, Ken throws himself around you, clutching you to him like you’re about to leave them all and become a nun. You hug him back instinctively (it’s the first greeting you’ve gotten after you arrived, after all), and he responds by ducking his face into your neck and kissing every bit of skin in sight.

“Jaehwan-ah, hang on a sec,” you say breathlessly, his weight making you teeter backward against the island. “What’s going on, what is it?”

“Hyung, stop it. You’re grossing everyone out,” says Hongbin from his backseat beside Hyuk. When you look his way, he seems more grouchy than normal, shoulders hunched and hands planted against the counter behind him.

Ravi grabs onto Ken’s shirt and helps separate him away from you. “Play fair, okay, hyung?” he says, more of a command than a question, and gives Ken a good shake.

“Tell that to N-hyung.” Ken squirms and pouts.

“Yah.” Hakyeon’s clearly growing exasperated at all the mud being slung his way. “If Y/N-ah wants to use toys, she can, all right?”

“Wait.” You narrow your eyes. “This is about the dildo?”

Hyuk’s been sidling over to you, and now he’s close enough to brush his hand against yours. “Noona,” he says, in that guiltless tone he’s perfected, “do you… use that on yourself?”

You let him take your hand and respond carefully. “That’s what it’s for, right?”

“But why?” Now he’s beginning to pout too, his lethal puppy dog eyes starting to shine. “Why use it? What about us?”

“What do you mean—”

“He means,” Hongbin cuts in bluntly, “why don’t you come to one of us instead?”

You squint into the shaded corner where he’s slouching, trying to figure out why he sounds so irritated. “I mean, I do, I see you guys a lot—”

“So much that you need a toy, too?” Ken jabs. Hyuk’s grip tightens around your hand.

“It’s just a toy,” you say, bewildered.

Hongbin turns his head to look at Hakyeon. “Is that right, N-hyung? Did it feel like just a toy when you were pressing it into her, letting her ride it instead of you?”

You choke. “Yah, Hongbin-ah.” He’s good at dirty talk, but he doesn’t do it often, and definitely not in front of everyone else.

Hakyeon’s fidgeting, uncomfortable and twitchy. “That… that’s not…”

“Watching her take it instead of you?” Hongbin continues, distaste colouring his tone thickly. “Watching her come all over it instead of you?”

“Lee Hongbin—!”

Next thing you know, Hyuk’s got a hand in your hair and his mouth on your mouth. He presses his lips against yours hard, his bigger body caged around you as he tilts you back into the island. When you try to gasp for air, he strokes his tongue inside your mouth so smoothly and skillfully that you grow deliciously dizzy.

Suddenly he breaks away with a pant. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s fighting off Leo, who’s yanking him back by the roots of his hair.

“Hyung, hyung! That hurts, ow!”

“Punk,” Leo says succinctly, and manages to succeed in dragging the youngest away, far enough to put the counter safely between you.

You wobble for a second, still off-balance, and Hakyeon’s arms are there to catch you. “Y/N-ah,” he says, tone low and urgent. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say as you catch your breath.

Hakyeon lifts his head to glare at Hyuk. “Have a little self-control, would you?”

“Well, if you’re fine with her taking some other cock, then good for you, but I’m not,” Hyuk retorts, more bratty than usual.

“Taking… some other…” you repeat slowly, processing the words.

“It’s not like it’s another person,” Ravi points out.

“It’s still not us,” Ken insists.

“Are you that interested in seeing her sit on something besides you, Ravi?” Hongbin says scathingly.

“Hang on,” you say slowly. “Hang on, guys.”

They stop their bickering to look at you.

“Are you… are you guys jealous of my dildo?”

There’s a pause.

“It’s not that we’re jealous,” Hakyeon starts.

“But you’re ours, noona,” Hyuk says grumpily.

“We should be the ones making you feel good,” Ken whines.

“… …” says Leo.

You’re incredulous at this point, unsure whether you should burst into laughter or go home and sleep off the shock of this bizarre situation. “It’s an inanimate object. You’re jealous that I’m getting off with an inanimate object?”

Another pause.

“It’s a dick, though,” Ken grumbles.

You crack up. You stagger back against the counter and just laugh at  how seriously they’re viewing your dildo as a rival. “Are you guys…” you wheeze, “...serious? Seriously? My dildo?”

“Noona,” Hyuk complains, “can you stop saying your dildo?”

That just sets you off again. “It’s an object,” you gasp out, tears of laughter leaking out your eyes. “It belongs to me. I bought it, I use it. It’s an object.”

Hakyeon’s arm is still braced around you as you double over in hilarity. “Y/N-ah,” he says, a bit of a pout in his voice.

“Sorry, sorry,” you manage, suppressing your chuckles. “I didn’t mean to laugh at you guys. But…” You look around at all their sombre faces and hold back the urge to giggle again. “Guys, it’s really just a dildo, you know that?”

“If it’s really just a dildo, you don’t have to use it, do you?” Hongbin shoots back.

You eye him, a smile still tugging at your mouth. He’s been unusually snappy this evening, and you wouldn’t have pegged him to be the kind of guy who cared about this thing. “Hongbin-ah, this bothers you too?” you ask.

At the direct question, some of his usual reserve comes back, and he lowers his gaze and looks off to the side. “I’m just saying.” His hands curl into fists before he consciously relaxes them. “If it’s not a big deal if you use it, it’s not a big deal if you don’t use it. Right?”

“Exactly!” Ken says.

You have to smile at how sincere they’re being, even if they’re a bit overzealous about it. “Sure, that logic works. I mean, we never have to do anything you guys don’t want to.”

You can feel tension leaving Hakyeon behind you as his arm slides lower to linger over your hips. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and leans down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Ken’s all smiles now, happily bounding forward to snatch you away from Hakyeon and squeeze you tight. “Y/N-ah, I love you,” he sings, rocking you back and forth.

You laugh. “I know, Jaehwannie.”

Over Ken’s shoulder, Ravi meets your eyes. “Noona, I’m… I’m okay with doing what you want to do,” he gets out, trying to look dignified instead mortified.

“I know that too, Wonshik-ah.” You give him a wink, and he nearly melts.

“Pervert.” Hongbin shoulders Ravi aside and roughly slaps Ken on the back. “My turn. Let go.”

Ken releases you with a loud smack to your lips, and Hongbin wastes no time in cupping your face and kissing you full-on. You grab onto his arms to steady yourself, breathless by the time he releases you.

“Noona,” he says to you quietly, eyes searching yours.

“You know, I really didn’t expect you, out of everyone, to get riled up about this,” you tease, reaching up to stroke his hair back.

“Did I offend you?” He drops his gaze and tilts his head forward to give you better access. “...With what I said, I mean.”

“Oh, you mean how you were calling me a hoe for dildos?” you joke, going on your tiptoes to peck him on the nose.

His eyes flash back up to yours. “Noona…”

“It’s fine,” you soothe. “I don’t really care. Although—” You twist in Hongbin’s embrace and turn to Hakyeon with a slight frown. “I didn’t know you didn’t like using it. You should’ve said something.”

He coughs and looks away while Hongbin re-secures his hands around your hips. “I didn’t dislike it,” he admits. “It… made you feel good. So I didn’t dislike it.”

You beam and press a hand to your chest. “Why do I have the sweetest boyfriends?”

“Noona.” Hyuk’s pushing his way in, jostling Hongbin. “I can make you feel good. By myself. I’ll make you feel so good—”

Hongbin retaliates with an elbow to the ribs. “Save it, the rest of us don’t need to hear it.”

“Wow, hyung, look who’s talking,” Hyuk replies, and off they go into a bickering spiral.

Ravi takes the chance to finally greet you properly. “I haven’t touched you at all yet, noona,” he grumps as he sweeps you into his firm arms.

“Mm.” You press your body against his and fall in love again with the way he feels. “We’ll make up for it.”

He eases you back, now with a sparkle in his eye. “You promise?”

“Do you promise?” you tease, and he grins so brightly he looks like an angel.

“I don’t mind if… I don’t mind the dildo,” he says, sounding more sure of himself than before.

“Yeah? You want to watch me use it?” You reach up and stroke the nape of his neck. “Or… you want to use it on me?”

He swallows visibly, then pulls you close to give you a short kiss that’s more like a devouring bite, teeth stinging your lips. “I love you,” he says roughly.

“Me too.” You reach up for another kiss.

“Wonshik-ah.” It’s Leo, only the second time you’ve heard him speak tonight. He’s staring at the two of you. “Go put Y/N’s mooncakes in the fridge.”

Ravi’s disgruntled, but does what he’s told and reluctantly steps aside to let Leo move in front of you. You look over his face carefully, doing your best as always to read everything he hasn’t been saying.

Leo keeps crowding you, walking you backward until you’re almost out of the kitchen. “Y/N-ah,” he says.

“Taekwoon-ah,” you say with a small smile. “How’re you?”

He stares at you for a moment, then lowers his head slowly until his mouth is by your ear. “The… toy.”

“Hm? What about it?”

You almost don’t notice his arms coming up around you, planting against the wall to close you in. “Where did you get it?” He takes a shallow breath. “When?”

“Eh? Uh, I bought it online.” When he doesn’t say anything more, you continue, “I just read a bunch of reviews, then picked the one that looked—”

“Shht.” His exhale is so forceful that you’re not sure whether he’s shushing you or just sighing really hard. He breathes for another moment, then asks again, “When?”

“When?” As you try to recall, you absent-mindedly slide your hands up and down his spine, feeling him arch slightly into the sensation like a cat. “Maybe three months ago? I honestly don’t really remember.”

Another hard exhale. You turn your head to try and see his face. “Taekwoon-ah—?”

He buries his face deeper into your neck so that he’s practically speaking into your skin. “You’ve used that… toy… for three months.”

“Yes…?”

Then you’re crying out as Leo bites down into the curve of your neck. He eases off immediately at the sound of your voice, but his lips remain, sweet pressure on your skin as he sucks and nibbles over and over again.

Your hand has clenched automatically in his hair, but you’re so caught off-guard by his behaviour that you don’t even have the sense to pull him away until Ken catches sight of you.

“HYUNG! What are you doing?” he shouts at top volume, speeding over to hit at Leo. “Don’t start things however you like by yourself!”

Leo lifts his head, and you stare at his expression. His eyes are glittering as his gaze moves from your neck to your lips to your eyes; he looks something like a semi-satisfied predator. He licks his lips, and you have a very bad feeling about what you’re going to see in the mirror.

He swoops in to give you one more full, lush kiss on the mouth before Ken finally smacks him away.

“Y/N-ah,” Ken pouts. “You shouldn’t play with any of us unless the others can, too.”

“Ah—maybe we can eat the mooncakes first?” you suggest. Far be it from you to turn down his suggestion (which sounds suspiciously like an orgy), but it’s Chuseok after all, and you didn’t buy those cakes for nothing.

“Noona, they’re really good!” Hyuk calls through a mouthful of cake, holding up three empty wrappers already. Leo’s beside him, victoriously hoisting a whole other box out of your backpack like he’s a raccoon or something.

You have to laugh. “Come on, Jaehwannie, let’s eat before they inhale them all.”

“Promise we’ll play after.” Ken’s looking hungrily at your neck now, too.

And even though you know you’re going to wake up tomorrow with a few too many bruises, you say, “I promise.”

*

epilogue — toys vs. boys: the interview