#hakyeon fanfiction

[witchakyeon]

❧ 30 | Chabin Oneshot

“I think I’m a little old for birthday parties now, Yeonie.” Hongbin carded his fingers through Hakyeon’s dark, fluffy hair and watched him get comfortable between his spread thighs.

“Baby,” Hakyeon tutted, his breath hitting Hongbin’s cock and making it twitch against his abdomen. “We talked about this. Turning thirty is a big deal, and not in a bad way.”

“Just means I’m old.”

Hakyeon lifted his eyes, soft and wanting, to Hongbin’s flushed face.

“If you mean that in the sense that you get hotter every year, and it makes me want to fuck you until you cry, scream, you’re so overstimulated you can’t come anymore, or all of the above, then, sure. You’re old, gorgeous, and I love you.”

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[chronicfangirling]

KDA In Excelsis: Ch1 (The King’s Avatar AU, CEO!Hakyeon, Gamer!Hongbin, VIXX x OCs ) Character Charts [x] 

"That’s all for now, Ms. Choi Sooyeon, we’ll call you about the results,” the interviewer said.

“Wait!” Sooyeon cried. The interview hadn’t gone well and she needed the chance to prove herself. “I would really, really, really like the opportunity to work as a programmer for the Hundred Blossoms team.”

“Yes, so we will review your application and--”

“You don’t understand,” she babbled. “I’ve followed Cha Hakyeon since he debuted in Season 5 of Glory Professional League. He’s the reason I became more interested in playing Glory, and why I studied videogame development. Even though he stopped competing, I’m going to make sure his team wins the championship.

“That’s why, I have to work here, no matter what.”

The interviewer looked like she was about to throw out Sooyeon, but they both turned to a voice at the door that said: “You want to work at Hundred Blossoms?”

Sooyeon gasped. It was Cha Hakyeon himself.

With long-legged strides, he walked to the center of the interview room and looked at her application. “Programmer Choi Sooyeon... weren’t you recommended by Wonshik and Jaehwan?”

“Yes! We’re friends--but umm, that’s not the reason they recommended me!” She held out a folder with both hands. “Please... just look at the specs of this new module I’m proposing.”

Hakyeon took the file and browsed it, too quickly for her liking. When he started to hand it back to her, she shook her head and started rifling through her backpack.

“I have another one here, it’s--”

“Excuse me?” he called.

"Mr. Cha Hakyeon, sir, I promise, this one is good--”

“Ms. Choi Sooyeon.”

At the firm voice she stopped and faced him to retrieve her file, unable to stop herself from sighing.

“Please be ready to present your module to the team the day after tomorrow.” he said.

“The day after tomorrow...?” she echoed.

“Yes. Tomorrow is another full day of rest for the players, so you can’t start work then.”

“I’ll be working here--!!” she clapped her hands over her mouth too late to muffle her shriek.

The interviewer looked scandalized, but Cha Hakyeon merely smiled at her, extending a hand. “Yes. I look forward to working with you, Choi Sooyeon.”

She took it with a shaking hand and bounced on her heels, stopping herself from jumping. Cha Hakyeon--knows my name!

[onepumpofsyrup]

ON THREE, QUIETLY II Cha Hakyeon II Part 4

On Three, Quietly // Cha Hakyeon // Part 4

VIXX: N

Pairing : N x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words :  1.5k+

Summary : Trouble comes and goes for every idol. At times its best to combat it with a well minded publicist. VIXX though, hate their new publicists. She’s bossy, nosey, and seems to care more about her paycheck than them. Her only goal is to prove them wrong. Their goal is for Hakyeon to seduce her into leaving.

(A/N)This story is another huge ass thank you to all of my followers.

Part 4

He had a huge problem. One he hadn’t ever imagined happening. He was in control of his life. He didn’t have time to develop feelings for anyone. It just wasn’t in the cards for him at this time. He had the group to lead. Fans to make happy. Parents to care for. Not to mention his upcoming military enlistment. 

But yet.

You stubbornly wouldn’t leave his mind. 

For the last 3 months that you had been with them, every day his thoughts consisted of you. On days you didn’t see them, his thoughts were of visiting your office. Taking time out of his schedule to annoy you, bother you, talk to you.

Anything for attention from you. He found himself becoming protective when the boys would tease you. Quickly coming to hate the plans he and the others had made. You’d become his drive, in such a sneaky way that he had barely noticed it.

He wanted it to annoy him.

He wanted to push it back and pretend it wasn’t happening.

But it had, and he was powerless to fight it.

He’d fallen in love with you.

And he feared you learning of his plans to use your feelings for revenge.

He didn’t even know if you felt similarly.

He hoped...no he prayed that you felt the same.

In the end of all of this.

From the beginning of planning for you to fail and leave them.

To getting to know your true character.

It was him that had fallen. If she finds out too soon...I’ll never have a chance with her.

But if she finds out after she’ll leave me.

Honestly, I’m fucked.

Either way I lose.

I’m stupid.

I’m so freaking stupid.

Why did I do this to myself?

Have I always had this little of self control? 

I’m stupid.

I’m stupid.

This is dumb.

I’m stupid.

Hakyeon punctuated his last thoughts with a groan, throwing his head back against the couch. 

He was pulled from these thoughts as Jaehwan threw himself into his lap. “What’s up with you? Looking all sad and stupid?” 

He lifted his hand in a simple unconscious move to slap the younger dumb boy.

“Come on. Cheer up,” he jeered, reaching forward to push Hakyeon’s lips into a false smile. “Look alive. Look cute. (Y/N)’s left us alone all week.” 

And that’s why I’m sad!!

...I miss my bossy girl. 

The other boys sat on the couches around him, settling in before looking over to him. “So, what next to get rid of little mama,” Hyuk asked while draping his legs over Hongbin’s. 

Hakyeon sighed, pushing Jaehwan off him as he leaned forward to rest his head in his hands. “I think, I think I’m in love with her.” 

Silence.

And then…

Laughter.

Hakyeon’s eyes flashed over to Taekwoon. Eyebrows furrowing into a deep glare. “And what the hell is so fucking funny?” 

Taekwoon quieted, wiping the little tears from his eyes. “Sorry, nervous reaction. I wasn’t sure how to react so I just started laughing. Not laughing at you. Laughing at the situation. And also the implication that Woon will bury you..” 

Hakyeon gulped at the thought of giant Woon above him as he gently shovels dirt over his body. He groaned loudly, vigorously rubbing his hands over his eyes. “What do I do? What if she doesn’t like me?” 

“I guess we’re giving up on the plan.” Hongbin mumbled to himself. 

“Of course we’re giving up on the plan! She’s proven she’s good at her job! She’s fixed everything for us!” Wonshik crowed proudly.  

“She’s still bossy and annoying.” Hyuk whined. “I tried to go out with some friends and she made me go to bed.”

Hakyeon rolled his eyes at the younger man. “She made you go to bed because it was 2 in the morning and you were drunk.” 

“Poor (Y/N), she’s always having to come in the middle of the night.” Taekwoon interjected, looking genuinely apologetic.

Wonshik’s entire face lit up, “We should set up a room for her here. So if she has to come in at 2 am she can just sleep over.”

“I volunteer Hakyeon’s bed” Hongbin snickered. 

He smirked, “While I’m fine with that, how about we just be a little nicer to her?”

Jaehwan seemed to be withdrawing from the conversation, guiltily refusing to look the others in the eyes. 

Hakyeon’s own gaze rolled, knowing the younger boy was guilty of something and the loud scream of frustration from the office down the hall confirmed it.

***“

Just breath, calm down, and breath. Use your soothing words.” Woon encouraged, moving his hands up and down in a calming fashion. “Lee Jong Suk. Kim WooBin. Ji Chang Wook. Dong Yong Bae. Choi Seung Hyun. Come on (Y/N) say them with me or you won’t feel any better.” 

Flames licked at your skin, burnishing your complexion with a reddening hue. “Soothing words aren’t going to help me!!! I’m going to kill one of them! I don’t care which one! They were all behind this. WHERE ARE THEY!” Your voice was raw, hurting your throat as you forcefully screamed the words.

You strained to pull away from Minhee’s grasp but her arms around your arms and waist were like a vise, locked tight. A “calming hug” she’d called it. An annoying amount of affection.

Hakyeon pushed his way into the office. Moving to stand in front of you he placed his hands upon your shoulders, looking you over for any injury. “I heard you scream, are you okay?” 

“Dude, bad idea. She’s not in the mood to be touched.” Minhee warned, using her hold on you to pull you back from him. 

“You’re touching me.” You sneered, again pulling from her hold.

She cuddled into you closer, smiling, “I’m giving you a calming love hug.” 

“Calming words, (Y/N), don’t forget your calming words. Ji Chang Wook. Kim Woo Bin.” Woon began again. 

“Ji Chang Wook...Ji Chang Wook...JI CHANG WOOK WOULDN’T HIRE AN ACTOR TO STAND OUTSIDE MY WINDOW LIKE A MONSTER ALL NIGHT!!!! I thought I was going to die! What if he had been shady? What if he had used the opportunity to hurt me! Do you hate me so much that you’d put me in a situation like that? What is wrong with you?” The words hurt to be spoken, ripping at your sore throat.

You’d screamed repeatedly that night, each and every time the actor knocked on your windows, doors, every time you saw him, harming your vocal chords. You’d whimpered while hiding in the back of your closet, terrified that the situation was real. Waiting, and praying the police would arrive before something horrible happened. And then, arriving at work, to find your desktop had been changed to a picture of the actor...it was like experiencing the entire situation all over again. 

The other boys had gathered outside the door, along with a few members of your team. They peered in with concern. Very rarely had they seen your professionalism break.

“I’m sorry…” Jaehwan’s admittance of guilt was quiet, nearly unheard to you. “I hired him. He was only supposed to stand outside your window for a few minutes. I only asked him to scare you. I didn’t think he’d go that far.” 

Tears filled your eyes, exhaustion fully settling in. Knees buckling you’d relaxed into Minhee’s hold. They’d thoroughly exhausted you. You’d foolishly assumed that you had finally won their trust and respect.How stupid I’d been.

No matter how hard I work.

No matter how much I do.

I will always be a joke to them. It pained you to look at Hakyeon. Wishing he didn’t need to be a part of this. You’d felt yourself growing close to him. Enjoying the times he’d come to visit you. Lapping up the attention he’d give you. You’d come up with excuse after excuse to insert yourself into his schedule, just for a chance of a few minutes with him. He’d quickly become something to depend on and adore. And you were a joke. 

A sigh left your lips. “You guys seriously suck.”

Hakyeon took your hand in his own, rubbing his thumb across the top of it. “I’m sorry I let this happen. He didn’t mean any harm by it. Please forgive him.”

Exasperated, you tossed your hands into the air before walking towards the door to your office.I’m getting a hotel room.

I’m moving out of that damn house.

I’m never telling anyone where I live.

And I’m never talking to Jaehwan again.Pulling your phone from your pocket, you sent out a quick email to your staff, announcing that Minhee and Woon would be in charge for the next week as you were going on vacation. 

“I’m taking a vacation. I do not want to be bothered by ANYONE. I will not be staying at my house. I will not be available for contact. If there are any problems, Minhee and Woon will handle it. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.” The final words were punctuated while looking directly at the 6 boys that had become the bane of your existence. 

They nodded guiltily as Hakyeon watched you with an expression that you couldn’t place, and currently, you didn’t care to. 

***

[vixxscifiwritings]

Catharsis

Show - Children of Nobody

Characters - Eunho + Cast

AU - Canon divergence

Warnings - References to child abuse, references to murder, heavy emotional angst, spoilers for the last six episodes

A/N -  The happy (as reasonably possible) ending I wish Eunho's character had in Children of Nobody.

Summary - Eunho heals slowly. Deep wounds take time and scarring may remain forever. But every step forward is catharsis.

Parts

1. the sound of waves on the shore

Summary -  Eunho closes his eyes and dreams of standing at the lighthouse again, watching the water crash against the rocks and letting the mind numbing sound swallow his thoughts whole.

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2. yellow chrysanthemums

Summary - Before spring comes, winter will. Before flowers bloom and saplings grow, frost will cover the ground. 

The first time Wookyung visits Eunho

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[fictionalarsonist]

inconspicuous bad apples - ch.01 (revamped)

pairing ›_ taekwoon ⨯ reader ⨯ hakyeon feat. ›_ vixx wonshik ; got7 jinyoung ; cha minjoo (child oc) content ›_ angst ; murder ; police au ; serial killer au ; mature language ; smoking ; drinking ; violence ; blood ; age gap relationship ; divorce rating ›_ pg-13 word count ›_ 3k  

a/n  ›_ i decided to review this. is not quite all different, but i took off some unnecessary things from it.

「 ao3 | mobile m.list | inconspicuous bad apples m.list」

[ ch.01 | ch.02 | ch.03 | ch.04 | work in progress ]

The parking lot is mostly empty, only a few cars here and there. Different from the day you came to look at the apartment you’d be living from now on with your daughter. It could be that most of the families are out and you looked carefully at everything around the place and you know for a fact that’s a safe place to be, mostly families lives in the building. Most of them leave in the morning for work like you’d if you didn’t have the day off to moving in.Starting a new life. You take the boxes out of the truck before unbuckling your daughter from her seat.

“I can get out alone, mom”, she protests, struggling against your hold.

“Minjoo, don’t be stubborn”, she pouts, but lets you help her get off the car, “Good girl!”

You smile, but she’s still pouting and you know she’ll be up to something anytime. You’ll deal with that when it happens, for now, you focus on locking the car safely and balancing the heavy boxes. While still keeping a hold on the little mischievous girl beside you.

“Minjoo, can you help mom?” She glances up at you interested in doing something by herself.

“What, mom?”

“Can you hold this for me? And Dodo too.”

She smiles widely as you give her a plastic bag with a half empty bottle of water and some snacks you bought earlier. You give her Dodo too, her favorite toy as well and that’s enough to make her happy, gladly holding everything as if it’s of ultimate importance..

You try your best to balance the heavy boxes while guiding Minjoo the rows of cars in the underground garage until the two of you stop in front of the elevator’s door and she tiptoes to press the button, offering you a wide, proud smile afterwards. You smile back at her and pat her head.

“Thank you!”

As soon as the doors open you urge her to go in first before you step in and presses the button to the floor you’re heading to and the doors close.

“Are you hungry?” She nods, “How’d you like a pizza for dinner today?”

“Really?” She asks excitedly, jumping in place, not minding for being inside an elevator. You try your best to hold her still when she starts jumping, “Is daddy coming here too? Can I call him now?”

“Honey.” You start carefully, “Dad is not coming today.”

“When is dad coming?” She asks, looking uo at you with her head tilted to the side. With her wondering eyes that makes your heart ache, “Dad likes pizza too, mommy.”

“I know, baby” You say complacently and forces a smile, “You can have pizza when you see him, then”

“When?”

“He’ll come to see you soon”

“No!” She stomps her foot, “I want to go home and eat pizza with daddy!”

You can feel the frustration building up, you can see Minjoo’s about to cry. But before anything could start the elevator doors open and you have to hold her back in case she decided to get off since this is not where you’re going.

“Good morning.” The guy walking in greets you politely.

“Good morning.” You greet him back.

He seems to be in his college years, wearing a simple black-and-write striped long-sleeved shirt and a pair of dark over worn jeans pants. He reaches for the panel to press a floor’s button, but stops midway, pressing the button to close the door instead before standing quietly in his place. He shrugs his backpack on his shoulder.

You discreetly observe him, recognize him as Kwon Taekwoon, he’s your neighbor. You looked him up at work, he has a clean record. His clothes are clearly messy, loose ends hanging here and there from his black long-sleeved shirt and beaten-up denim. His dyed brown hair, parted sideways and rather messingly falling on his face.

“Would you like some help?” He asks, pointing at the boxes you’re carrying.

“Ah, yes, thank you. The one on the top, please”

“I’ll take this one too”, he offers. Take two of the boxes, you like the fact that you can see everything much better now.

Problem is, as soon as the doors open again, Minjoo steps out and thankfully this is where your new apartment are. Taekwoon follows shortly after.

“Cha Minjoo, don’t run!” She stops immediately and you can see Taekwoon chuckling at the little girl’s attics.

You know anyone would be amused by your daughter’s doings. The little daredevil is always looking for trouble, more than a little girl like her normally would. There’s no denying got that from you. Hakyeon is much more cautious. Distracted by her attempt to walk fast without running she lets her beloved Dodo fall from the bag she was keeping him in just before rushing past the apartment’s door. Taekwoon stops to get it for her ans you sigh.

“Minjoo, be careful.” You call, “Come back!”

She looks back and starts running back to Taekwoon who’s holding her Dodo.

“How do you say it?”

“Thank you”, she says, taking the plushie from Taekwoon’s hand.

Taekwoon shakes his head holding a simple smile that fits him a little too perfectly, he reaches to pat her head affectionately.

“You’re welcome”, he replies softly, making her giggle.

“Thank you, sorry for the trouble.”

“No problem, really. I know kids tend to be excited during big changes and moving happens to be one of them”, he says as you open the door to your apartment.

The sound of the door is a little rather loud compared to your old home. You don’t know want to start comparing, everything here is much lesser than the luxury of Hakyeon’s place. You’re payroll is significantly lower than his. One of the many things Minjoo would need to get used to.

You watch her rush inside with her Dodo, leaving the bag with groceries on the way. You place the boxes down. The place is a complete mess, unorganized mobilia here and there, boxes everywhere.

“Minjoo, be careful”, you warn her before turning to Taekwoon still carrying the boxes inside, “Sorry for the mess”, you say as Taekwoon walks in

“Where should I put this?”

“Just anywhere, nothing is organized yet”

Minjoo rushes back with another toy she found somewhere.

“Mom will buy pizza! Do you want pizza too?”

“I don’t think-”

“It’ll be my way to thank you”, you add before he could refuse

“Alright, then”

“I don’t have a table yet, so, I hope you don’t mind the kitchen counter instead”

“It’s usually where I eat in my apartment as well”, he replies as you reach for your phone.

Minjoo seems to have forgotten had her moody behavior around Taekwoon and different from most kids his age, he knew how to deal with her. You normally wouldn’t let your daughter close to a stranger, you job has a side effect - being suspicious of almost everyone you don’t know. But, Taekwoon doesn’t make you be on your defensive mode.

When the pizza arrives Taekwoon helps her on her seat.

“What’d you like to drink?” You ask him after putting the pizza box on the counter, away from Minjoo just so she won’t reach for it just yet.

“Just– whatever you’re having…”

“Orange juice?”

“It’s good for me”, he replies.

“I want orange juice too, mommy!”

“Yes”, you reply with a smile, filling her cup before Taekwoon’s and yours.

It’s somewhere late into the afternoon when you bid him goodbye, time just seem to pass so fast with Taekwoon around, he made it easy to handle Minjoo too, although he does spoil her a bit.

“I’m sorry for taking so much of your time today”

“Don’t mention it”, he waves his hand dismissively, “Actually, I should be saying sorry for sticking around for too long”, he faces distorts a little in a shameful smile

“You helped a lot”, you smile back at him reassuringly, “Specially with Minjoo”, he hums

“My brother has a boy around her age. I tend to babysit a lot”, he explains with a shrug

“Will you come back and play again?” Your daughter asks stepping between the two of you

“Sure!”

Taekwoon walks back to his apartment after giving the little Minjoo a high-five and smoothing out her tousled hair. Problem is, after Taekwoon is gone and Minjoo is sleeping, you’re left alone with your toxic thoughts and memories. Your phone screen lights up on the sofa while you have your sleeves rolled up, opening some of the boxes. You push yourself up and see the lit up screen with your Captain’s ID showing. You frown, today should be your day off.

“Lieutenant Song”, you answer sarcastically

“How’re you doing?” You place your hand on your hip, noticing his beating-around-the-bush tone. You hear loud voice and a huge mess going on in the background.

“Fine”, you say without meaning,”What’s wrong?” You sit down, letting yourself rest against the sofa, reaching up one of your hands to push your hair off your neck in a loose bun.

“The Commander wants you here”, you frown, leaning forwards, with your elbows in your thighs.

“The Commander?”, you ask confused, knowing how that man dislikes you, “Why me?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” You hear as a reply, more comfortable with your Captain’s impatient tone, “I don’t like this either, but-” You know he wouldn’t finish that sentece, “Have you see the news?”

“No, what happened?” You look for the controller, forgetting the TV is not on yet. You don’t even know where the remote is,“Alright, I’m on my way. I just have to find someone to keep an eye on Minjoo.” You say shooting up from the sofa.

“Y/n?”

“Yes.” You can hear he’s walking away as the loud noises coming from the other end of the line dies down

He sighs. “Nothing.”

You’d know what he’d say, and you know he can’t see, but you nod to yourself either way.

“Okay.” You reply, “I know, Captain. I’ll be right there.”

He hangs up and you look at Minjoo, playing by herself with some of her toys. You still not sure how you’re gonna make this work. You phone buzzes and you see a text message from himwith the address of the place you should go.

The first person you think of is Hakyeon, you know he’s at home. You left him there, you had to go through something you don’t want to touch so soon in a few minutes ago. You look down at your phone, scrolling through the contacts and hesitates to pass by his name. You don’t feel emotionally ready for whatever’s waiting for you if you make this call.

You’re not even settled in your new home, you don’t want to feel more alienated to it like you are right now. You look at Minjoo again, playing quietly by herself, something that is not like her. You know how she feels, it’s… Not yet home, but you know it’s just a matter of time and effort. That’s all.

“Minjoo, do you want anything?”

“No”, she replies quietly while still playing

You reach for the pack of cigarettes you brought earlier along with Minjoo’s snack and walk to the balcony, leaving the curtains drawn open just so you can see her from there. You had stopped. It was bad for you, but you can’t resist it now. You lean on the balcony’s railing as you take a long drag, thinking about how the view is nothing compared to what you had before.

.

***

You put on the siren on the top of your car and drives as fast as you can knowing Minjoo is tightly wrapped in her chair on the backseat to reach your brother’s place that is not so close from yours. He doesn’t ask questions - you’d hear an earful from your mom if you went there instead -, you’re lucky he’s home and Minjoo is always happy to stay with her uncle. Your brother watches you drive off even faster now.

The site is has people everywhere, you have to push through many curious people and the media that gathered around the place and surprisingly to reach the restricted area. You see the youngest detective in your department there and half smiles, surprised by seeing him there. He meets you as soon as you step in the perimeter and salutes you unnecessarily, like the other officer guarding the area do. You can’t avoid noticing the cold sweat streaming down his temple.

“Wonshik!”

You place your arm around his shoulders mindlessly, turning you both away from the cameras and walking into the perimeter while some officer takes his place.

“Kid, if you stand there all pale and traumatized, how do you think they’ll understand things? Huh?”

He tilts his head up to look at you surprised and shocked.

“I didn’t mean to–”, he stutters, “I didn’t think I look like that, Lieutenant Song. I swear I–”, you give him a half smile and pats his shoulder

“Don’t sweat it. But, you have to get used to it, y’know”

“Yes, sir”, you nod and walk away.

“Why’re you not helping your partner?”You look around, pulling your arm back just in time to see said person rushing to meet you, not hiding his surprise.

“Lieutenant Song?” Jinyoung approaches, confused, “What are you doing here?”, he meets you halfway and the two of you walk side by side

“Sorry to disappoint”, you say nonchalantly as the three of you walk towards the direction he just came

“Don’t get me wrong, but shouldn’t you be getting settled in the new place?”

“I can’t afford unpaid vacations”, you say mockingly, not too amused by the thought itself and he chuckles at the thought

Someone arrives and the media goes loud once again, you turn around to look at the mess when one of the officers pushes his way past the mass of people trying to corner him for answer.

“No wonder the Captain’s in hurry”, you mutter before looking back at Jinyoung, “They seem excited”

Jinyoung scoffs. “I see the Captain haven’t told you a word about it”

“About what?”

Jinyoung’s crooked smile makes you frown, you know he has a rather wicked sense of humor. You follow him to where the body still lays, but you can see the coroner approaching already in the opposite distance.

“You okay?”

You look back to see Wonshik already feeling sick while forcing himself to look at the gruesome image in front of him. He shrugs attempting to seem casual, but failing miserably.

“Seriously, you have to get used to it”, you advise, “Or I can get you behind a desk”

“No”, he replies politely, trying to get a hold of yourself, “I’m alright”, he tries an reassuring tone

“You better be, kid”, you warn him and you can see him trying to look at the dead body in front of him.

It’s not like you can’t understand him, but being in a department that works with dozens of gruesome cases worse than the one in front of you, he has to toughen up or leave. Unfortunately he seems like will pass out anytime.

“Get us some coffee”

Jinyoung spoke up after a short pause, adding a push on the boy’s arm on the way back where you all just came from. Reluctantly Wonshik agreed and walked away.

“Sorry, I’ll get him to toughen up”, he speaks in apologetic tone when Wonshik is far enough and you wave in a dismissing manner.

“Just teach him your ways”, you joke, reminiscing JInyoung’s rookie days at the department.

The two of you were partners for a while after your Captain was transferred from narcotics and you tagged along. Old times, but dead memories and burn out stories aside, who sees this cocky and confident person Jinyoung became can’t really tell how he was at the beginning. You walk closer to the body and he follows after you with a contradicted expression.

“I wasn’t that bad back then”, he protest and you  look back and find him wearing an expression that distantly remembers a pout.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,'' you scoff, “But I still remember that time when you threw up in an evidence bag after seeing guy’s guts spilled on the white tiles”, you grin, glancing back to see his disgusted expression

“Can you we not talk about that? I spent a whole months without eating noodles or grilled pork skin”, you can’t help but let out a snicker before stopping near the dead body Wonshik just ran from, “Now, now… WHat do we have here? Another druggie?”

The causality in your voice tilts into skepticism as you pay closer attention to what’s before you. It’s definitely not a pretty sight, but it doesn’t give you any pride to say that’s not the worst you’ve seen. Most people would rather look away, just like Wonshik, instead of sighing tiredly as your eyes scan the body for injuries, their differences, their meaning.

The ghost of a beautiful woman in her in her early-twenties is something you can see in this trashed, dirty corpse covered in nasty injuries. However, as the Lieutenant of the Department of Violent Crimes you’re more interested in the ugliness painted on the beauty, knowing fairly well that’s what is going to give you what you need to solve the case.

***

It’s really late that night when you bringing your sleeping daughter back home, you place her in her bed and take some time to watch her sleep peacefully surrounded by her favorite toys. You caresses her hair, watching her breathing evenly, taking your time to admire and enjoy this moment as much as you can after seeing gruesome scenarios the whole day.

When you leave Minjoo’s room, you’re still wide awake, so you reach for another cigarette in your backpack, you didn’t take it to the station today as you normally do. You still don’t know what you gonna do when you have to stay there overnight, your brother has his own life. Luckily you already found a daycare. When you reach the balcony, you look at the clear sky dotted with stars here and there around the bright moon until you look down tries to abstract yourself from your phone buzzing on the balcony’s table. You glance down at your watch, it reads ten past eight in the evening. He’s dressed in different clothes, but shows a favoritism for the same fashion you saw him wearing earlier.

Your phone stops ringing and you look at it, holding your cigarette between your first and middle finger, letting the ashes being burned and blown away.

chapter 02 ⇾

[hyacinthlea]

n/hongbin : have your heart press play once more

canon setting, future fic, post military, light angst, post break-up (exes in love)

wc: 8.2k

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello okay sorry I had forgotten to update my blog with this one fic, it has been up on my ao3 account for a while but I just sadly forgot to post it here. My mind is a mess. This was a thing that I wrote in 2-4 days ? that were scattered in...months. It was meant to be a drabble but then it became a coping mechanism of sorts. Wrote for this..twice or thrice in May? then. One day went ham and finished it in one go and this is just me pouring my heart out because I needed it ashfnj so it’s personal somehow. Hope it’s enjoyable though.

Summary

There is that undeniable chemistry still lingering, so present to the point Hongbin can't deny it, but he knows the moment he steps out of the base's gate--that is also one of the things he has to mend.

It makes his breath get caught in his throat for a second-- repairing , that's something Hongbin hadn't pondered about because all had seemingly fallen into place

ON: ao3

[chakkyeonie]

TRIGGER SERIES: Shoot for...

Hongbin worked as assassin for his whole life with only a few to call friends that help him along the way. Love is a privilege that he can't afford not only because of his work but because he feel broken, traumatised and without a clue about his past. After a messy contract he decided to change his life, trying to live normal as he could. He just don't thought about his new attractive neighbour being a problem in this plan.

[symeraid-s]

The news just reached me that Hakyeon left Jelpi but intends to continue to promote with VIXX and I just...

What a power move!

[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.

[squeallywrites]

My Emperor Ch.6

You didn’t know what to expect when you were brought to the Prince’s study. Heck you were still reeling from what just happened.

“You’ll be fine,” Ravi reassures you before opening the door. He must’ve heard your racing heart.

“Your Highness, Miss Y/N L/N of the American Kingdom,” he announces as he bows in front of you.

You couldn’t see the Crown Prince due to the partition of frosted glass. His features were obscure, but you could see the glowing red of his eyes and his hair looked to be white. After you bow, Ravi turns and leans in close to your ear, “He won’t talk, but you’re to be with him until he signals you to leave. Just..don’t go beyond the barrier.”

After that, he leaves.

 Alone with the one man you came here for. The bane and saviour of your life at this moment.

 You just stand there for a while, unsure what to do. Looking around, you take in the study. It has a minimal yet luxurious décor. To your left, you know a spare calligraphy set. That’ll help you get your mind off of earlier.

“I don’t know what you expect from me,” you declare, “or how long you want me to be here, but I’m going to do my own thing during these sessions.”

As you turn to go grab the set, a small bell rings out. Instantly, Ravi enters, eyebrows furrowed as your heart stops. Were you not supposed to do that?

Right as Ravi grabs your arm, the bell rings out again. You share a confused look with the guard before he goes to the prince. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but you see Ravi go to move something to be in front of the prince. Soon he returns to situate you close to the partition before placing a small desk on the floor. After giving you the calligraphy set, Ravi bows to the prince and then leaves yet again. You look up at the partition to see what looks like the Crown Prince himself writing. Shrugging, you begin to write. It starts as nonsense, but soon you fall into writing a letter for your father, pushing the event with Sarah to the back of your mind.

~~~~~~

Two hours had passed when you next looked at the clock. Standing, you gather your letter and bow to the prince.

“Your Highness, I will be leaving now.”

You watch him for a second and right before you turned, you barely catch him nodding. As you walk out of the study, Ravi is standing there facing the hallway.

“Ravi, will you take me back to my room?”

The idea of walking back to your room has you shaking and forgetting the fact that he has to walk with you anyway. He spins around, red eyes wide, “Why wasn’t I called to get you?”

“I asked if I could leave. Now I just want to sleep please.”

 You didn’t sleep that night.

[witchakyeon]

❧ touch tank | Chabin Oneshot

“I’m regretting this stupid trip, and I haven’t even left you yet,” Hongbin breathed, his voice gritty, the taste of dark chocolate on his tongue. His hands were gentle and firm, their warmth radiating through Hakyeon’s thin, oversized shirt. Hakyeon was the one with the magical ability to inspire desire, but Hongbin had his own skills with temptations. “Wretched creature.”

“Don’t blame me,” Hakyeon emphasized the word with a soft nip at Hongbin’s bottom lip, drawing blood to the surface and nearly breaking the skin. “For your avaricious nature. You don’t need my help to get excited.”

“And yet, just kissing you is bringing me out of a dry spell.”

Hakyeon pulled himself free of their oral exchange long enough to give Hongbin a displeased look.

“How many times will I remind you not to speak of yourself that way?” Hakyeon asked as Hongbin lifted him onto the counter and made space for himself between his thighs. The familiar thrum of his power danced beneath his skin, and he was certain his eyes were red as dragon’s blood.

“You can’t tell me how to make jokes about my sexuality, gorgeous. That’s what makes it mine,” Hongbin chuckled. He went in for another kiss, which Hakyeon granted with equal enthusiasm as Hongbin’s phone vibrated against the marble.

“You mortals and your self-deprecating humor.”

“You monsters and your high standards.”

Hakyeon growled somewhere deep within his chest and grabbed Hongbin’s chin, licking passionately into his mouth one more time before pulling back. His lover had a familiar, slightly dazed expression. The touch of a succubus could feel like many things, but Hongbin often said it was like a kiss. And sometimes a curse when they didn’t have time, like right now.

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[ayameenma]

I have an idea and I want starlights opinions.

So I’ve been writing a fanfic for awhile now that has to do with VIXX and I wondering if any of you would want to read what I have so far? It’s ok if you don’t want too. I just wanted to if I should or not.

[chronicfangirling]

When you sneak out the morning after (Hakyeon, Taekwoon, Jaehwan)

requested by: anon

Can i request how vixx would react to you sneaking out after you guys were intimate & they saw the next day 🌸

(So... these have been in my drafts for literally a year, and I don’t even have the original request ask anymore, oops.)

[onepumpofsyrup]

ON THREE, QUIETLY II Cha Hakyeon II Intro

On Three, Quietly // Cha Hakyeon // Intro

VIXX: N

Pairing : N x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst, Humor, Romance

Words :  1,600+

Summary : Trouble comes and goes for every idol. At times its best to combat it with a well minded publicist. VIXX though, hate their new publicists. She’s bossy, nosey, and seems to care more about her paycheck than them. Her only goal is to prove them wrong. Their goal is for Hakyeon to seduce her into leaving.

(A/N)This story is another huge ass thank you to all of my followers.

It seemed ridiculous to sit at a table that sat 30 people but currently only had 3 surrounding it. It seemed that its current use was to flaught status. Rather than use a smaller meeting room, this large one had been chosen to impress, and yet, you only found it odd.

What’s the point of using such a large table if it’s not even a quarter full?

It’s silly, that’s what it is.

Is it supposed to be an intimidation tactic?

Oh look at us we’re so important that we have a big table for big meetings.

Does it make you feel tiny?

No, it doesn’t.

It’s stupid and I hate it.

Turning your gaze to the two men opposite you, a smirk easily played across Hwang Se Jun’s, Ceo of Jellyfish Entertainment, older face. An opposing grimace hardened the face of the current manager for VIXX. It seemed one thought he’d caught you while the other was assuming the worst.

One was correct to look as he had. The other was a fool in your eyes. One who thought he was in charge of the situation and one who knew the score.

Leaning forward you rested your arms on the aforementioned stupidly large table and asked, “So tell me, if I leave my current position as Ji Chang Wook’s publicist, you’ll match the pay at what increase?”

“I’ll double it,” Hwang Se Jun responded, still looking lazily satisfied with himself. 

Your jaw nearly dropped. “You’ll double it? That can’t ever mean anything good. How terrible are these boys? How much work and exhaustion is this going to cost me?”

Veins stood out against the managers neck. He looked as if he was going to pass out from keeping silent.

I wonder how much trouble he’ll get into for speaking his mind to me.

He seems like he has so much to say.

Or maybe he doesn’t like me.

What was his name again?

He’s lasted this long with VIXX, he must be a decent manager.

Maybe I could hire him out from Jellyfish Entertainment.

“They’re not terrible boys. Their hardworking and passionate. They just happen to be a bit of trouble makers,” Hwang Se Jun stated calmly. “They’ve gotten into a bit of trouble lately due to some...behavior. They just need a little pick me up.”

You sighed, knowing the full truth wasn’t being told. “A little pick me up? If you want a little pick me up, hire someone else. I reverse images quickly and efficiently. If you want someone who will make the boys look good for 5 minutes, I’m not who you want to hire. I solve scandals. I don’t do pick me ups.”  

“Rumors are going around that Leo attacked someone and that Ravi has a pregnant girlfriend,” the manager squeaked out. Hwang Se Jun’s glare landed on him, causing the man to shrink in his seat.

Hwang Se Jun let out a nervous chuckle for the first time not looking fully full of himself. “That makes it seems so bad. I promise it’s not.”

Your eyebrow went up slightly. “And what’s the truth?” “Despite Ravi’s image, he’s terrified of women. He states that she is a girl he went to school with and that they are only untrue allegations,” he stated slowly, as if exhausted from explaining the same thing over again to another interested party.

That doesn’t make sense.

Those kinds of rumors aren’t usually started unless something instigated it.

Whether it’s true or not, it has to be prompted by something.

“And you believe this?” Your question was directed at the CEO, but your sight strayed to the manager.

“I don’t distrust my artists.” His words were steady and, the heavy cadence alluding to his confidence in his artists. But the way the manager’s gaze flitted to the ground, told you that the CEO should have had reason to worry.

You nodded, accepting his statement. “And the other one? The charges of violence?”

“Those...are slightly true. Leo has a very soft heart when it comes to animals and doesn’t shy away from defending them. He witnessed some abuse and may have lost his temper.” His fingers ticked against the table. An odd habit for one seemingly as controlled as he was portraying himself to be within the conversation.

Your heart did a little flip and you repressed an aww.

I this is not the time to sigh and flutter at the behaviors of others.

You gotta stay profesional.

Pro. Fes. Ion. Al.

Profesional.

Get it.

Live it.

No getting sweetsie for a boy with a soft heart.

While you were interested in the position, you weren’t quick to jump on it. Your features were schooled so as not to reveal anything to either men. “I enjoy working for Mr. Ji. Your offer isn’t really tempting enough to leave that position.”

Sweeten the pot and I’ll take the job.

I’m not working with 6 rambunctious boys unless you really make it worth my time.

“He’s currently serving his military enlistment, how much work are you actually doing right now for him?”

Almost none actually.

Ji Chang Wook has always been a good boy but that doesn’t mean I’ll willing give him up.

Sweeten the pot Mr. Ceo.

We both know I’m worth it.

“I work closely with my own team. If I were to work with you...you’d be required to purge everyone currently with VIXX. Would you be okay with that?” And that was your trump card. That card that would show you whether they were serious about wanting you or not.

The managers face flushed, looking frightened at the prospect of losing his job to the person he was currently interviewing.

“I have my own manager, stylists, coordinators. My people will handle everything that involves their image. You will still have freedom to employ whoever you wish when it comes down to the creative process. But every single event or promotion, will be handled by my people.”

“That’s fine,” He then turned to the manager, “You still have a job, but for the time being I think it best if we moved you to another group.”

“Sir!”

Hook, line, sinker.

This will be my biggest pay out.

You leaned back into your seat, relaxed and at ease. “Triple my current pay. And I’ll be more than happy to have my team work with you. I normally only work with 1 idol, as such I expect to be compensated if I am to care for the image of 6 people. I’ll need to add a few people to my team so as to handle the added number of artists.”

Hwang Se Jun stood and offered his hand. “I believe we have a deal.”

***

A new team?

Why the hell did they need a new team?

Hakyeon’s face flushed with heat, from anger, exasperation, or both. He wasn’t sure.

“What’s wrong with the people we have now?” Hyuk asked hotly, glaring at the publicist being introduced to them.

He hated her. They all seemed to hate her. With her stupid friendly smile and stiff back. He could see that deep down, she was going to be ice.

Who is she, to step into our world, and demand that we follow her rules?

She doesn’t understand anything.

And she wants to pretend she does?

We’re fine.

We don’t need her.  

Hwang Se Jun sighed, as if exhausted by the long discussion he’d been forced into. “She comes with her own team.”

“We don’t want to work with her team.” Jaehwan nearly growled arms folded across his chest and angry expression stapled to his face.

The tick above Hwang Se Jun’s temple seemed to be getting worse, obviously growing annoyed. “You should have considered that before you ruined your image.”

Wonshik shoved himself from his spot on the couch, strong form standing tall and demandingly. The bitch took a step back looking uncomfortable with Wonshiks aggression.  “We didn’t ruin our image. Things happened. So why should our people be punished for it?”

“Your people aren’t being punished. They still work for the label. They are still getting paid the same paycheck. They just aren’t babying you anymore.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Miss (Y/L/N) is an amazing publicist. She can turn any image around. Allow her to do her job.”

“We don’t have an image problem,” Wonshik continued to argue.

Hakyeon reached toward the younger man, guiding him back into his seat.

She, the demon, finally stepped forward and began with, “I’m excited about this partnership. I assure you that my team is very competent and works very hard to accomplish our goals. Please allow them to take care of you.”

With a final fake smile and a half bow, she turned and exited the room with Hwang Se Jun. Leaving Hakyeon and his members behind.

Hongbin’s gaze shot towards him. “Why didn’t you say anything,” He hissed.

He leaned back in his seat, head tilted back and hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose, hoping it would relieve some tension. “I don’t know what I‘m supposed to say. He’s already made his decision.”

“You’re supposed to get rid of her.” Taekwoon interjected quietly from his corner.

He pointed an accusatory finger towards him. “This is partly your fault. If you had kept your hands to yourself.”

Taekwoon’s face turned red, a color that often frequented his shy features. “And would you have done any differently?”

No. None of us would have done any differently.

“Who is she to think she can boss us around,” Wonshik standing up and beginning to pace the room.

“She’s no one,” he answered.

And they would treat her as such.

[vixxscifiwritings]

yellow chrysanthemums

Summary - Before spring comes, winter will. Before flowers bloom and saplings grow, frost will cover the ground.

The first time Wookyung visits Eunho

Genre - Angst

Length - 2000+ words

Drama - Red Moon Blue Sun | Children of Nobody

A/N - Contains spoilers for Episode 26 and onward

Series

-

Perhaps to make a Chrysanthemum bloom, the owl must have cried since spring.

Perhaps to make a Chrysanthemum bloom, the thunder must have cried in the dark clouds.

Eunho isn't allowed many visitors once the trial begins.

Minki visits like clockwork, insisting he be allowed in regardless of the hours. After the first three times, the hospital staff relent and let him in on the promise that he won't cause trouble. He mostly sticks to that promise.

Jiheon is the next regular guest. Well as regular as a detective on active duty can be in a city where crime never stops.

Sometimes Sooyoung tags along but she never really knows what to do while Jiheon rambles on. Eunho doesn't mind. The situation eventually devolves into the detective sharing eye rolls with him at whatever incredulous story Jiheon decides to share.

On days where Minki and Jiheon show up together, Jiheon is calmer. He gives Minki life advice and concurs with Eunho when Eunho does the same. He still gets very excitable when Minki mentions anything that might cause trouble and Eunho is glad someone is there to help Minki stay on the right path when Eunho won't be.

Last but not the least, he gets a visit from the lawyer Taejoo appointed. His elder brother is in police custody so the lawyer is the only means of communication they have. Those discussions are brief and awkward. It's always news of developments in the trial and list of instructions on what to do and what not to do. Eunho takes them at face value and does his best to cooperate.

Most of the time he has moments of quiet with either his phone or the television running in the background for company. There are no other patients in the ward and the television is too far away for him to actually watch anything. It's not like a dramatized soap would actually hold his attention.

He thinks about reading sometimes. A book was always the quickest way to pass the time. But now books remind him of the study and what transpired in the Chairman's study and he decides that it isn't worth the revisit.

Maybe when his shoulder heals, he can sketch again.

Wookyung's visit is a surprise. It's not expected. People rarely try to visit someone who held them at gunpoint and threatened to kill them.

Wookyung defies expectations.

"How have you been?" she asks. It's the same time he has seen the psychologist use on little children in their first consultation. The formality isn't unwarranted. The care isn't unwelcome.

"I've been… healing" Eunho says, holding his arm up. He doesn't meet her eyes.

He thinks back to the day they drove down to the lighthouse. Would he have really killed her? Even in a fit of helpless rage, he couldn't have hurt the one woman who treated him with care and kindness. And perhaps Wookyung being here is a sign that she knows this.

"How is your daughter?" Eunho asks. If she's making an effort then he can too.

"Eunseo's doing well. We met Hana the other day for a playdate. Hana is doing well too" Wookyung tells him. "They hoped to visit once you felt better and you could play with them."

"I don't think I am allowed any more visitors" Eunho says ruefully. Wookyung sighs in resignation. In the end, it will only be the thought that counts.

Eunho leans back and closes his eyes. Wookyung shifts a little. The silence is awkward and both of them don't know how to speak what is on their mind.

Eunho knows he must apologize but he doesn't want to ruin the understanding they have established. Maybe he should let sleeping lions lie. What is Wookyung decides never to forgive him and never to return?

"I found the girl in the green dress" Wookyung starts first. Her voice quivers under the facade of determination she has built up.

"Where was she?" Eunho asks curiously. He remembers the sketch. He also remembers his conversation with Wookyung as clear as day. Some memories are better forgotten lest they make your life hell.

"The girl in the green dress… was my little sister" Wookyung tells him. Eunho frowns. That isn't possible. That girl is too young to be her little sister.

"She was my sister who died many years ago. We found her body."

Eunho nods. A hallucination or a ghost. Wookyung grieved for her little sister without knowing it for many years. How many years had he repressed the memories of his abuse? Suddenly Wookyung looks more troubled than he has ever seen her be.

"How did you find her?" he asks.

"The body… the body was buried in the fireplace of our childhood home. My step mother killed her and my father buried the body. I lost my memory as a result of the trauma, only for it to resurface years later" she explains.

Wookyung is on the verge of tears so Eunho reaches out to console her. But his arm hasn't healed yet and the movement causes him pain which he bites back. He puts an arm on her shoulder and let's her cry.

Wookyung wipes her tears away and looks at him. "I was so angry that day. I was so angry that I could have killed my step mother. Sekyung stopped me" she recounts.

Eunho nods. He knows Wookyung's other sister who went far away to live. But she had visited her at the children's centre once. She was rather tall and fashionable, just like her step mother. It made sense that she would have stepped in to stop her elder sister.

"If Sekyung hadn't, I would have committed a great crime" she admits.

"We didn't have anyone to stop us. Only people who agreed with our righteous anger" he tells her.

"I was one of them" she recalls in agreement.

"I wonder if things would be different if someone had" he muses. Would he have lived a happier life if he hadn't aided his brother in the vigilante justice? Or would his helplessness have wasted him away.

"There are so many what ifs. So many possibilities" she replies.

"Life never made sense after I regained my memories. There was only pain, anger and… detachment. All of it was worth nothing, not worth living. Being the Red Cry was the only sense of purpose I had" he confesses.

"When Jiheon and I offered to send you far away from the Chairman, why didn't you take the offer? You could have left all the pain and suffering behind you."

"I had to help the children. Someone had to protect them."

Wookyung nods. It's not an agreement but an understanding of Eunho's reasoning. He wasn't a bad man at heart. Only misguided. And it makes his suffering more painful to watch.

"I never apologized for that day" Eunho says. It's starting to become a trend now. These late and bittersweet apologies that he owes.

"You were only trying to protect your brother."

"I could have hurt you. Weren't you scared?"

"No more than you were" she says. It's a simple statement but it makes Eunho feel understood for the first time. Jiheon and Minki won't understand the way Wookyung or Taejoo can. Exclusivity is a special kind of loneliness.

"Jiheon says you might get mandatory mental health counselling. I'm thinking of trying it too" Wookyung says finally.

The two of them are more weary in their soul than you can tell from their faces. This walk down memory lane and revisitation of feelings is exhausting. It's one he will ruminate on for days. It's another aspect of closure, but you can never close a floodgate without being wet by the water yourself.

Before spring comes, winter will. Before flowers bloom and saplings grow, frost will cover the ground. They will bleed before they heal from the deep wounds left on them.

"Do you think they will let you come meet me again?"

Despite the scarring, they will heal.

Oh, Chrysanthemum, looking like my elder sister, who stands in front of her mirror after a long journey through the back alleys of her youth, her heart tightened by her longings and regrets.

Perhaps to make your yellow petals bloom the first frost must have fallen last night. I could not sleep.

-

Beside A Chrysanthemum  by Seo Jungju

[vixx-edits]

An NxLeo one shot. Here is the first part.

Originally posted on AO3 and AFF.

Here's the first part

[Maybe I'm Jealous!]

Pairing: Neo, Hyukbin, Raken

Taekwoon put his luggage down and breathed in the air of Korea, a smile finding its way to his lips. Wonsik was beside him in a moment, and he too started smiling. They haven’t been away from Korea for too long, and they didn’t hate Japan, but Korea was their home country. It was where they truly belonged. Also, they had missed their lovers terribly, so the idea of finally getting back home was more than appealing.

A few minutes later, one of the managers came and picked them up. Wonsik fell asleep the moment he got comfortable in his seat, his snores filling the small space of the van. Taekwoon was also tired, but he was too excited to sleep. He kept thinking about Hakyeon, his voice, his laughter, his bright smile that could light up Taekwoon's world. Everything about Hakyeon was perfect in Taekwoon's eyes, and he had missed this perfection terribly.

Both men were mildly disappointed to find the dorm empty, all the other four probably somewhere on their own schedules. But looking at the bright side, they had some time to tidy up a bit and be decently prepared to greet their loved ones.

It wasn’t till 5 hours later, at 9 in the afternoon, that the members started coming back one after another. By that time, Wonsik and Taekwoon had taken showers, unpacked their bags and had a light meal. By the time Sanghyuk entered the dorm, Wonsik was dozing off again, and Taekwoon was looking at the TV without actually watching the show that was on.

"Oh, hyungs, you're back!" the maknae exclaimed loudly and grinned. Taekwoon just nodded and smiled at him. He had missed the cute giant, too. But it couldn’t be compared to how much he was craving Hakyeon right now. Sanghyuk looked at Wonsik's sleeping figure and shook his head before heading to his and Hongbin's shared bedroom.

Jaehwan was the second to arrive at the dorm, completely ignoring Taekwoon and almost flying to get to Wonsik. Taekwoon rolled his eyes at that. Wonsik, as if waiting for Jaehwan's arrival even in his sleep, woke up with the first touch of Jaehwan, and then they were embracing like there's no tomorrow. Taekwoon looked at them for a few seconds, and he thought he heard a small sob escape Wonsik's mouth. Geez, that sappy man. Taekwoon sucked his upper teeth and then got up and retreated to his and Hakyeon's bedroom, giving the lovebirds some time together.

He sat on the bed and stuffed his ears with his headphones after hearing the faint sound of kisses coming from the living room. It was not that he was severely disgusted by it, rather, he was getting more and more impatient by the second to see his own lover.

An hour or so passed before finally the door was opened, and in came the object of Taekwoon's affection. Taekwoon's face broke into an uncontrollable grin, the earpieces were thrown on the bed in a blink, and he was in front of Hakyeon before he knew what he was doing. But right before his arms went to encircle the tanned male's smaller body, he froze. The expression on Hakyeon's face was something he'd rarely seen, only when he was truly mad at one of the members, and everybody in VIXX knew that they should avoid Hakyeon in this state if they wanted to survive. But why was Hakyeon looking at him like that?

Taekwoon's arms were hanging in the air awkwardly, but he didn’t dare to put them around Hakyeon for now, so he lightly went for Hakyeon's biceps.

"H-hey Hakyeon…" his voice came out softer than he intended, and he mentally cursed himself for stuttering. Hakyeon's gaze on his face didn’t waver, and Taekwoon had to swallow before speaking once again.

"I missed you so mu-" Taekwoon was cut off midsentence when Hakyeon harshly pulled his arms back, successfully untangling Taekwoon's fingers from his body.

"Okay, I get it. Now step aside, I need to take a shower." Hakyeon's voice was cold and emotionless, almost robotic. Taekwoon bit his lower lip and stepped back wordlessly. Hakyeon left him just like that, and Taekwoon fell asleep while sniffling Hakyeon's pillow and trying not to let the tears out.