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The Boyz- Jacob Bae, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, Ju Haknyeon, Kim Sunwoo, Kim Younghoon, Lee Jaehyun, Lee Juyeon, Lee Sangyeon, Kevin Moon, Eric Sohn

The Rose- Kim Woosung, Lee Jaehyeong

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Wonho

VERIVERY- Ju Yeonho

VIXX- Jung Taekwoon, Lee Jaehwan

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ZEROBASEONE- Han Yujin, Kim Gyuvin, Kim Jiwoong, Kim Taerae, Park Gunwook, Seok Matthew, Shen Quanrui, Sung Hanbin, Zhang Hao

2PM- Nichkhun Buck Horvejkul, Hwang Chansung, Jang Wooyoung, Kim Minjun, Lee Junho, Ok Taecyeon

8TURN- Alex Moon, Yang Minho

[gemini-boys-jjaenijeojang]

"goldfish"

Jaehwan: Can we bring home the goldfish?

Minhyun: No.

Jaehwan: Please~

Minhyun: No, I'll flush it down the toilet.

Jaehwan: What if you become friends, with the goldfish?

Minhyun: I'll flush you down the toilet with the goldfish before that happens.

[Edit] Posted on wrong account!

[love-kazin]

History Walls

Genre: just a friendly scenario with a very slightly friends-to-lovers.

Pairing: Kim Wonsik/Ravi x Reader (female).

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.371. 

REQUESTED.

There’s this literature project counting as the major grade and your friends couldn’t think about any person that wasn’t you to work with. 

-x-

"What I'm saying is that doesn't matter what you're reading, because any kind of literature is a literature! Anything that makes you read is interesting because it can develop your creativity and vocabulary." Hanging out in a bookstore wasn't how you planned to spend your saturday. Not with the guys, actually, because you love a good bookstore, but being the one who got invited was a little different. Since you were a good student, with the higher grades in class and the most well developed assignments, you were the first thought of the guys. Not that they only wanted to work with you because of that. It's just easier to work with friends, and if they're smart, it's a plus. "Do you really think that?" Taekwoon was looking at you but his face was hard to describe. He could be genuinely curious about your opinion or preparing himself to end all your arguments. "Yes, I do. What do you think?" "I think a good literature is the better option to extend your intelectual atributes." "But what's a good literature?" "Oh, here we go again..." You could only chuckle at Hongbin's statement. Any topic could get kinda phylosifical in seconds when you were talking, which was a little boring but an amusement to them at the same time. Hearing you talk all your points of view was nice, not only because you helped them to get another vision about certain topics, but also because your excitement was interesting to watch. "A good literature is that one that makes me travel around the theme, like I'm floating in the author's ideas." "That's a good point, really. I think it's important to feel conected with the material you're reading, to take that to yourself. But as you said, a good literature is the one that makes you feel it. And this can be anything. It can be a thick book about a country's history, a cute and tragic romance, a fashion magazine or even the shampoo bottle. It can work differently for every person." "Even a shampoo bottle? How's that could work?" "Imagine that you're a chemical student, learning how to compose something. Don't you think the specified rotule would make you wonder how to work with that? Which combination is the better one? To whom that product can work well?" "Oh, that makes a lot of sense. So, that's how bedtime stories works for kids at night? I mean, it can stimulate their thoughts and affect their dreams?" You nodded. It was good they were catching your point. Hakyeon started to look at you proudly, his words dancing at his expression. He didn't needed to talk it out loud, but you knew that he was thinking you would be amazing as a teacher - which was the main point of your academical career. "Do you think it's problematic for an adult to like stories made for kids?" Jaehwan looked really curious, subtly. Which was kinda normal. You were used to his comportment that can change in seconds from playful to serious. "Of course not! I understand that some people may joke around and tell to this person to grow up, but they're doing it! Just like everybody. It's something to read, and as long as the person enjoy the topic, it's valid. Nobody should say otherwise." Humming in agreement, they started to work on the summary of the literature assignment. Actually, it was something to present, with slides, point of views and lots of topics related to the main point. That's the reason requiring a whole 7 members group. The teacher has given almost two months to prepare it, since it was a final project for the semester, so there was a lot of time to do it, and it wasn't that hard. But being an applied student, you always liked to do your assignments as soon as possible, and your friends knew it, even not being the same way. It would be kinda hard to everyone thinks exactly the same way, and that's why some discussions happened along the day. "I don't think it's healthy for a kid, for example, to read adult things." "That's why there's age recommendation, Taek." "But there are things that doesn't have it. Like those shampoo bottles you said earlier." "I don't think a kid would read that these days, but it's not forbidden. Maybe they can be a chemical engineer in the future, right? Is that bad?" Taekwoon just looked at you and returned to the book while thinking about it. Wonsik was the one who was strangely quiet that day. No one seemed to notice when he left the table to disappear between those big book walls. But that did bother you. If he wasn't feeling ok, you'd like to help. His face looked puzzled, almost lost in thoughts, and the way his eyebrows furrowed a little trying to read the book title on his hand was very cute. "Do you need some help, Wonsik?" He then looked at you, nodding. "I'm starting to think that this book isn't even in english." The thick and brown cover, with golden letters, and a thin dust layer, was actually in german. "It's not. But I can find a english version of it, if you want it. Or a korean." Wonsik smiled at you, showing off his perfect teeth, resembling a little like a cute bunny, but also big. While you showed him the way to the library part where would had be the book in his elected language, you grow up some curiosity. "May I ask you why do you wanna read this book? It's quite sad. Are you alright?" "I'm okay, yeah. I'm just curious, and trying to expand my known list of books. I wanna be smart." "You already are. But it's great to know more, also because you're getting to know another type of writing. If you feel too sad to finish, you can just call me and I'll resume to you." "Did you read it?" Nodding, you grabbed the book and gave it to Wonsik. "Can I call you if I have some doubt?" "Sure. I'll be glad to help." Then, the silence came. Being around Wonsik was nice, but along with the others. Alone, it was weird because he seemed uncomfortable in your presence. You didn't knew why; there wasn't any memorable thing that happened that may have hurted him or anything. So it was just weird. And turned your cheekies into a red color because of your shyness. But also his, which you didn't knew the reason. "Maybe... Can I just call you...?" "What do you mean? We're friends, right? You can call me." That was unexpected. But you weren't denying an approximation. Maybe things could get better. "No, I mean, like, not a friendly relationship." "Oh, so like... strangers?" "What? No, not like that too." You weren't following his idea. The question mark was almost tattooed in your forehead. "In a getting-to-know kind of relationship." He seemed nervous about the topic. "I thought we were already doing... Oh." Then something clicked in your head. And your cheekies burned even more. Specially because Sanghyuk appeared in the hallway looking for both of you. "Are you done with this weird dating thing? We're needing some help." Before you could explain the situation, he disappeared. Wonsik nodded and smiled weirdly at you and returned to the table. Was he developing some kind of crush on you? He was like the main crush of the entire class. It wouldn't be bad, but it didn't make sense at all, specially because he had never said anything. Maybe you'd have to figure it out. Returning to the table, you saw a thoughtful Wonsik and other five hardworking men. Sitting on your spot, you quickly wrote a simple "yes :)" on a post-it and passed to the man on your side, almost like a secret mission. You could sense him trying not to break into a wide grin, and you felt related. It's a little weird how things work, but it can be good. Turning your attention to the paperwork, the boys seemed a little lost, just how Sanghyuk has said. "What do you need me for?"

[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.

[vixx-ficz]

CRI: 2

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Genre: heir! hyuk (han sanghyuk)

Pairing: han sanghyuk x female oc

Summary: Han Sanghyuk goes by many titles in his life; he’s a son, a brother, a child, a teenager, VIXX’s maknae Hyuk or the heir of the multi-billion company HGOC, or maybe Han Sanghyuk, next head of the Han household.He was set to take the position as soon as he would be able to release a heir from the arranged marriage, but when things turn for the worst the household and company have no else to rely on but him. It was either the death of the company his forefathers have spent their lives on to build or ruin his group’s career.Some say being a crazy rich asian was interesting, but being a crazy rich idol can’t help but peek our interest.

Words: 1.4k

Chapters: 1

2: VIXX’s Maknae, Hyuk

Just as it was everyday, Sanghyuk would get woken up by the soft chirping of his other members screaming in the living room of their shared apartment or dormitory. The place wasn’t exactly big, the living room was big enough to place a couch and the racks of their clothes that came fresh from the dryer. At the other side of the place was a small kitchen with almost nothing inside its refrigerator. The place had three rooms with two beds, beds they were thankful for. During their debut the dormitory they shared was a three bedroom apartment with one room for their manager, thus five members shared a room and one stayed in the other. 

It was usually very quiet in the mornings, he would be the first one awake, in order to get ready for school, but today was a weekend and he overslept-- a luxury he does not take for granted.

“What’s with all this chaos?” Hyuk walks out of his room as soon as he realizes his roommate, Ravi, is gone. 

“Look!” Hongbin motions for Hyuk to get closer to the package they were huddled around. Where Hyuk was standing his members looked like five gollum's trying to protect their rings, their legs were against their chest as they sat in what most westerners would call an ‘Asian squat’. 

In the middle was a box with an emblem he was far too familiar. The way it was engraved into the box, the big fancy letter ‘H’ with the motto ‘in service of the people’. Hyuk pauses, his fingers go numb and his mind goes absolutely blank. He slowly bends his knees and sits among his elder members. 

“Why would the CEO of HGOC send us a package?” Ken reads the name and address from where it came. 

Why does he have to be so extra? If only he could audibly sigh without making his other members notice. 

“Come on, maybe Hyuk’s related to them, right?” Ravi jokes and the group laughs, everyone laughed except for the boy whose name was called. He wasn’t exactly sure if he could bring himself to tell them that they were right.

The laughter dies down when they notice that Hyuk wasn’t laughing along with them. Their heads slowly turn to give him a look and as-- not--- discreetly as they can, they give each other looks. The two eldest members had their eyes moving back and forth, sometimes their heads would move with the movement of their eyes as they converse without a spoken word.

Hyuk’s head goes into circles as he tries to find an explanation for this situation. He’s thought of saying that he was someone his family was related to the infamous Han, but that would mean he was considered a Han as well. As the members turned quiet he realized that he was running out of time. 

So he did the only thing he could do, he stood up and picked up the box as his elder members gave him weird stares. He turns around and heads straight into the room he shared with Ravi. The sound of the lock echoes in the dormitory. There was something odd about this situation.

As the following day came the suspicion grew even more. The practice room was silent, the five members were doing stretching as they stared at Sanghyuk while he stretched as well. 

“So, could he possibly be a member of you know what?” Ken softly whispers between the five of them as his body transfers from one leg to another. 

“There’s a number of people with Han as their last name.” Hongbin stretches his arms as he whispers to the group who were huddling together. “He might be related to them, but he might not be direct-- you know, related to that household.” 

“How huge of coincidence is Hyuk receiving a care package? Small, almost none existent if they aren’t you know…” Ravi turns his eyes upward as if the other members could already fill in the next part of his sentence.

“Part of Han?” Ken wasn’t as discreet as his members with this mention. He immediately gets shushed by the members, but with four people shushing him at the same time Sanghyuk’s head turns towards them as well. 

Sanghyuk stood straight and decided that he would stretch alongside his members. But he hears what Ken said loud and clear. His whole body tenses up as he stood there facing his members absolutely frozen solid. The growing suspicion of the members towards his family was beginning to weigh over his shoulders. He knew that once he admits that he’s going to turn into a ticking time bomb to his members. Once everything he’s ever hidden, kept and dug away from his ‘Hyuk’ personality gets exposed his members would suffer just as great as he would, if not, even worse. 

“I-I need to go to the bathroom.” Hyuk’s voice was a mere whisper but his shaking hands and paling features were not easy to hide in front of his suspicious members. 

The five of them watched as Hyuk walked out of the dance room. Even as he was gone his members still stared at the door. Their suspicion was growing clear— it was no longer suspicion but confirmation. 

“He really is… you know…” Hongbin stands up straight from his stretching postion.

Hakyeon stands up as well. As his eyes linger at the shadow of the youngest member with guilt eating him up. He took a long stare at the mirror before coming up with an answer himself. “Let’s start the practice!” N calls out towards his members.

“Without Hyuk?” Ravi’s head snapped towards the leader who was already headed towards his position.

“If he wants to hide it from us, we’ll act like we have no idea and then we’ll wait for him to give us the answers we want. Okay?” N’s smile was plastered on his face, but his eyes were scary. He was staring at the members one at a time his aura made you feel like you couldn’t exactly say ‘no’.

On the other hand the boy whose hands were shaking was now gripping tightly on the edge of the sink making his hands feel grounded. His breathing was quick, his face was going pale. In his ears the only thing he could hear was the echo of his rapidly beating heart. The mirror on the bathroom wall felt cursed, seeing himself felt like a curse. He washes his shaking hands, but the thought remains. I’m a ticking time bomb to my members, an explosion waiting to happen and ruin everything for them. 

Just as he doesn’t need more reminders of his curse, his phone began to ring. He wipes his hands against his shirt as he takes his phone out of his pocket. Father.

“Hello?” There was a certain huskiness in his voice. 

“Are you okay, Sanghyuk?” 

“I’m fine, dad.” He lies.

“Well, since you’re fine today, how about dinner with your old man?” 

“Dad, I’m literally busy practicing right now.” Sanghyuk turns around to lean his body weight on the counter of the bathroom sink. “And not to mention you sent me a package! With the Han crest on it! Really?” 

“I just thought your members would like some of our products.” Sungjin apologizes quickly after. “I’m sure you have some time for your father, we’ll just eat dinner together. Please?” There was his baby tone, a habit Sungjin had since he was a child, he found it to be very useful to his parents growing up.

“Fine.” Sanghyuk puffs out air.

“Yay! I’ll send you the details! Wear something nice, okay?” Anyone could tell how excited Sungjin was to have dinner with his son. “I’ll see you later, Sanghyuk!” Then the line ends.

Sanghyuk stops and stares at his phone. His father had a knack for when to call him, it was like Sungjin knew whenever he was having a bad day. Even when he was younger, whenever he was having a hard day Sungjin would come home with his favorite food. Maybe because his late mother always told her father or maybe he does have superhuman powers connected to his children, but he was a great father even before he turned into the great man everyone praises him as.

“I guess I have no choice!” Sanghyuk stands on both his feet as he opens the door to the bathroom and returns to the practice room. 

When he opens the door he sees the other members already beginning to practice. It was as if what he heard earlier and the feeling of isolation was gone. He stood there trying to take it in, until N called him out, “Hyuk! Go to your position!”.

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Chapters: 1

[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.

[hwangdol]

h.mh: i’m (not) fine.

part of the We Can’t Be Friends Series

pairing: college!hwang minhyun x fem!reader

note: see, i’m not dead! school has just been a bitch and i haven’t really had any motivation to write but! i finally got hit by lightning and i saw the holy god hwang minhyun. anyways i’m making this into a little series for minhyun because i feel like the story i want is the best express this way. i’m a heavy curser so this also contains a shit ton of curse words. and since this is set as a college!au, there’s gonna be some more mature themes compared to my other fics and the format is a little different.   

read the preview to get a little insight (don’t necessarily need to but it would be recommended)!!!

“i’m fine,” you stressed. 

your phone was pressed to your check with your shoulder as you placed some of the carrots you selected into a plastic bag, throwing it into your shopping cart once you finished. 

“i’m not sure i believe that,” your long-time bestfriend, kim jaehwan, said from the other side. 

you rolled your eyes at his comment. it’s been about two months since minhyun’s sudden break-up and you were doing just fine. well, at least that’s what you told everyone. 

switching the phone to the other ear, you lazily pushed the shopping cart forwards. it was currently two in the morning and here you were, dressed in nothing but an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts on a friday night, grocery shopping. 

“you’ve barely been out since the two of you broke up!” jaehwan pointed out. 

“i’m grocery shopping right now!” you argued back, turning your cart down the juices and drink aisle. jaehwan had a habit of stealing your precious ice yea. “i’m buying vegetables and all of that adult shit.” 

“dude, we both know that you’re only grocery shopping because your mom has been nagging you for weeks and you need to have physical proof that you’re a fully-functioning adult, which i might have to add, you’re not.” 

“shut up,” you muttered, eyes scanning for your favorite drink. “whose fault is it that i have completely bare cabinets and fridge? you practically inhale all of my food.” 

“it’s payment for keeping your depressing ass company when i can do better things with my time.” 

“excuse you, i am not depressing, i’m merely sweating from my eyes every night,” you replied back. picking up a pack of your sweetened ice tea, you placed it into the shopping cart. “did you want anything? might as well buy your fat ass something while i’m here.” 

“booze.” was jaehwan’s replied. “get the good shit, not the one that tastes like donkey piss.” 

“fine, you fucking alcoholic,” you sighed. sadly the alcohol aisle was in another area despite it also being a beverage, which meant that you had to walk even further. 

“anyways, how do you feel about going back into the scene again?” 

“no,” you quickly replied. “i’m not doing that shit again” 

“i’m not talking about being in a serious relationship.” 

“what do you mean then?” 

“i think it’s time for y/n to return to the hoe life,” jaehwan said. “i’ve been missing my thotty bestie.” 

“you really think it’s a good time for me to get blackout drunk every staturday night again?” 

“hey, you were the one that said you’re doing fine,” jaehwan countered with your own words. “i think we need to transition out of the i’m-so-sad-i-miss-him phase and into lets-get-fucking-hammered.”  

“we?” 

“you act like you’ve been going through a breakup alone. this has been a team effort, it's like i’ve been dumped too,” he replied as if if made sense. and according to jaehwan logic, it did. 

a small smile picked up the corners of your lips, typical jaehwan.

he was a friend that's been with you through everything little up and down since middle school. despite his blunt words, jaehwan was the first person that you called after the breakup and watch as you went through three pints of strawberry cheesecake ice cream and ten thousand boxes of tissues. not to mention, he even offered to beat your ex-boyfriend up in multiple violent ways. 

jaehwan was the best bestfriend you could possibly ask for. 

turning the cart into the alcohol aisle, you asked, “what type of booze do you want? the sweet type or the sophisticated one?” 

“the one we can pregame with for the party tomorrow” your friend stated. 

you opened your mouth to argue, but the words got trapped in your throat once your eyes laid upon a familiar figure debating between two bottles of wine. 

“i’m taking your sudden silence as a yes to the party-” 

he didn’t seem to notice you yet as he was heavily invested in making a decision between two bottles of wine, so you quickly turned around and stopped in another aisle.

“holy shit,” you breathed out. 

“why? did something happen?” 

“he’s fucking here right now,” you spilled out. 

“who?” 

“you know who!” you whispered aggressively in fear that he could hear you. “i just saw hwang minhyun in the alcohol aisle!” 

“oh.” he said. “that’s not good.” 

“fuck your alcohol jaehwan, i’m going home,” you said, not wanting to return to the aisle next to you in fear of facing the last person you wanted to see right now. 

“wait! hold on,” jaehwan argued. “we need the booze so stop being a pussy and listen to me. if he’s buying alcohol at two in the morning, it doesn’t really show that he’s in the best of shape right now so just go for it.” 

“jaehwan, did you forget that i’m also going to buy alcohol at two in the morning?” you pointed out. “doesn’t exactly say i’m-doing-perfectly-fine-without-you to me either” 

“at least you have a shopping cart full of vegetables to back you up,” jaehwan try to reason. “and the other adult shit you bought.” 

“i have a total of two vegetables in my cart, jaehwan.” you said. “not a fucking farmers’ market.” 

“just go for it. he’s not someone in your life anymore so it shouldn’t matter what he thinks,” jaehwan reminded you. “i have an essay due at like six so i’m gonna go bs it, but you really need to grow a pair and buy my booze. i’ll see you tomorrow night and you better pull out that one hoe-y dress of yours.” 

and the called ended with a small beep. 

fuck, you thought to yourself. you contemplated on whether or not you really wanted to face minhyun right now. 

maybe you were lying a tad bit when you told everyone that you were okay and that you were doing just peachy without him. maybe it was a small white lie that you told to reassure everyone around you and maybe yourself. maybe you were still in love with him. maybe. 

biting on your lip, you finally made the decision to just suck it up and do it. if anything, you could just drown yourself in alcohol tomorrow. a perfect back-up plan, kinda. 

when you looked back to the aisle, minhyun was still there, except there was another bottle replacing one of the others you saw in his hands earlier. minhyun had always been particular with his food from what you could recall. actually, from what you know. 

perhaps you could just shimmy your way past him (who was standing straight in the middle of the aisle) and perhaps he wouldn’t even notice it. so with some resolve, you charged (not really) forward to get past him to get to where the tequila was. 

except, minhyun was a very hypersensitive person that becomes ten times alert once someone enters his little personal bubble. it was something that you once that was endearing and unique, now, it was the bane of your existence. 

as you tried to pass by behind him quietly, his head whipped and made eye contact with you. 

you froze as minhyun’s eyes widened once he registered who you were. 

he opened his mouth to say something, but you muttered a quick excuse me before passing by him. you ignored his stares and the heavy silence as you beelined towards the tequila section. 

you quickly placed in two bottles (and maybe a third) and prepared to leave when you heard his small voice you missed so much. 

“how are you?” 

you bit the inside of your cheek, should you respond? 

you did anyways. 

“i’m fine.”

you pushed your cart away to quickly escape, wondering exactly who you were saying it too. minhyun? or yourself?

you were a fool to think that you were okay when you were the entire opposite.

[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

[timextoxhajima]

"Thanks for the invitation," Daniel pulled Yoo Man in for a hug, realising the number of people at the party was significantly lesser than before he left to send So Jung home. 

"No problem. Geundae... have you seen So Jung?" Yoo Man craned his neck, looking around.

"Ah... I sent her home."

Yoo Man blinked, visually astonished.

"Anni, Jae Woong turned up--"

"Ahh... Arrasseo. Understood." Yoo Man nodded immediately, patting Daniel on his shoulder. Daniel looked upon him, confused. Yoo Man merely gave a lighthearted laugh before turning Daniel around by the shoulders and ushering him out. 

"BYe!" Yoo Man laughed, waving goodbye before closing the door. 

Seong Woo rushed off to the larger 6-seater SUV, grabbing hold onto the car handle.

"Yah inma! You had beer just now didn't you?" Minhyun yelled, watching Jihoon, Jaehwan, Guan Lin and Daniel who headed for the passenger’s seat.

"Get your ass over here! There is no way I'm letting you drive after watching you down that mug of beer. Min Hyun will drive the SUV tonight." Jisung shouted from infront, the 3 younger ones seated in the back. Seong Woo pouted, exchanging glances with Daniel.

"Don't look at me, you're the one who drank." Daniel shrugged, opening the passenger door seat of the SUV. Seong Woo made a "hmph" sound, before dragging his feet to the smaller car. Minhyun sat in the drivers' seat of the SUV, with Daniel in the passenger seat and Jaehwan, Guan Lin and Jihoon from the left to right at the back. Jisung drove the smaller car, with Seong Woo who was yawning in the passenger seat and the 3 younger ones completely knocked out in the back.

As the car drove out of the mansion property, Daniel looked at the wing mirror, noticing Jihoon staring blankly out of the window as he sat right behind him. Jihoon had not said anything since their persuasion to get him to attend the party, and he was pretty sure Jihoon was only in the arcade room because he was the oldest out of the maknae line and saw it as an obligation to be there. 

"Huh?" Min Hyun raised a brow, suddenly stopping the car. Jisung's car stopped suddenly, their apartments only 5 minutes’ drive away.

"Jisung ah, give me ears and eyes on what's going on." Min Hyun pressed a button on the panel of the car. They had mechanically installed a walkie-talkie radio system between their cars.

"There's a woman on the road. Holding a knife. She's just sitting there, in the middle of the road." Jisung sounded worried.

Min Hyun and Daniel exchanged glances, well aware that Jisung's car was in a much more vulnerable position as the members in his car were either intoxicated or knocked out from the day's work.

"I'll go." Jihoon's voice sounded from the back. Guan Lin and Jaehwan looked to him as he pulled a knife from under the car seat together with its glove. 

"I'll go. Drive up further to level up with Jisung's car and make sure the kids are out of reach." Min Hyun quickly instructed before pushing the door open and running after Jihoon. Jisung noticed Jihoon's shadow from behind him before he even saw him.

"Don't get too near," Jisung grabbed hold of Jihoon's arm. "I think she's on drugs. Her eyes are way too red for her to be drunk." Jisung whispered.

"We're trained for this, it'll be okay. I'll see if I can figure out what's going on." Jihoon replied, his eyes trying to convince Jisung. Minhyun rushed over to Jisung's side, watching Jihoon carefully approach the woman. Daniel had the SUV levelled up with the smaller car, watching Jisung and Minhyun's back face the cars. The woman's grip on the knife was so tight that the groves on the handle had bruised her palms, her breathing was unstable and she was muttering some incoherent words.

"Put the knife down, and we'll help you." Jihoon raised his palms, showing that he wasn't armed. The woman suddenly remained still, before surging forward and swinging the knife at her arm's length, nearly slitting Jihoon's face. Jihoon backed up, barely missing the tip of the knife. He grabbed the woman's forearm and pulled her into an armlock, forcing her onto her knees and dropping the knife. 

Minhyun rushed over and pulled up her eyelids, noticing how swollen and red they were.

"She's intoxicated. Get the police." Minhyun instructed Jisung, who fished out his phone and dialled the number. They got out some plastic ties from the car and strapped her wrists and ankles together, moving her to the grass patch by the side of the road. Jihoon sat there, a few feet away from her, who was shaking and swaying back and forth in her position.

"Head back first. Jihoon and I will make sure she gets to the police station." Minhyun suggested to Jisung, who listened well and returned to the car. As Jisung's car moved off, Daniel drove up infront of Minhyun and rolled down the window.

"How are you guys getting back?" Daniel raised a brow.

"Cab. Public transport. It's not that far away, we can handle ourselves." Minhyun smiled, looking back at Jihoon. 

Daniel nodded before rolling the windows back up and driving off.

"Nam Min Ji?" 

"Yes... Who is this?" Min Ji swiped the tears of her face, choking into the receiver.

"This is the state police. Your mother is Lee Mi Young?"

"...yes." Min Ji croaked, her eyes threatening to release more tears.

"She reportedly assaulted someone. She's now at the state police station and the people who reported her are here to. I'm not sure if they are going to press charges--"

"I'll go. Just... I'm not taking her back."

"Understood. We'll be taking her to the rehab centre at 1.30am." 

Min Ji carefully pushed the door of the station open, her eyes catching the movement of the two officers who looked up from the desk.

"I'm here to look for Lee Mi Young?" She asked, loud enough for the officers to hear. One of the officers nodded, dragging himself out of his seat. He led her into the detaining room, with two males sitting on the bench in one section of the room, with her mother in the detaining section. She was just sitting on the ground, her fingers wrapped around her ankles as she rocked back and forth in her position. 

Min Ji scanned the males' faces, unable to believe her eyes.

"Hwang Minhyun, Class 5 Literature and Linguistics and... you." Min Ji stared at Jihoon, his almond shaped eyes that held such clear and sparkling eyes. His face was symmetrical and god, he looked like an angel. 

"We're not pressing charges." Minhyun got up and bowed, giving her a small smile, understanding her position. 

"I'll make sure none of this gets out to the school tomorrow. Rest well." Jihoon stood up after Minhyun finished his sentence, leaving the detaining room before Minhyun did. The older boy looked at Jihoon's back, before returning to Min Ji's distraught and confused face. With one last bow, he bid her goodbye and left the detaining room, leaving a daughter and her lost mother.

- Excerpt from 11 Quests, Chapter 2: Don’t Touch Me

[och-ako]

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Smut (eventually), Adventure Pairing: OT6 x fem!reader | Leo x fem!reader Rating: M Plot: Dark Fae!VIXX. There are rumors surrounding the forest. We’re taught to never step foot in there unless we want to be eaten alive by the man-hating faeries. But when winter comes and firewood is scarce, I have no choice but to chop down a tree in the forest to save my family from freezing to death. Little do I know, I hold the key to waking the six darkest (and most dangerous) fae to ever roam the earth. Word Count: 2.3K Author Notes: This is unedited, so please excuse any mistakes! I hope you like it, though, because I’m having a lot of fun writing it!

                                                                     Into the Dark — Chapter One

I watched my family shiver. I watched them huddle near the dying fire in our tiny hut and desperately try to get warm with the few logs we managed to get our hands on. I watched their lips and the tips of their fingers turn blue and I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t sit here while my sisters shivered, while my mother huddled everyone together for warmth. I knew my father hated himself for being crippled and not being able to help us, but as the eldest, I would take over that position.

“Y/N, where are you going?” my mother asked when she saw me packing on the layers.

I slipped my worn boots on and searched the pile of wet gloves for mine. “To get us more firewood,” I said. “Maybe find a rabbit or something along the way if I’m lucky.”

“You can’t!” my youngest sister, Alice, said, immediately standing up and separating herself from the pack. “The only other firewood is in the forest and you can’t go there. You’ll be eaten by the faeries. Humans are their favorite snack,” she said with a shudder. “Don’t you remember any of Grandma’s warnings?”

Of course I did. I remembered every horror story she told, every tale about the fae. I remembered how she looked at us with her one good eye and said that if we went into the forest like she did when she was a curious, stupid child, we’d get a chunk of our faces chomped off as well.

But it was a risk I was going to have to take. My family was here dying and I could be doing something about it! I had to, whether they approved or not. Whether I got eaten or not, I had to try.

“I’m sorry,” I said and I saw my father’s back tense. My mouth went dry. I knew how this must have made him feel. He always wanted to be the one to provide for his family, but he could barely walk and I was old enough to make my own decisions. Technically an adult, but not technically ready to marry some village boy and start a family of my own no matter how much my mother wanted me to. I’d rather be a spinster than marry one of the few guys here. I’d known them all since I was in diapers and let’s just say that none of them was even the slightest bit intriguing.

I was about to make my way out the door when my father stood up and made his way over to me, relying entirely on the cane my mother made for him out of a sturdy stick that rolled into our village from the forest one windy night.

“Papa, I—”

“You’ll need this,” he said, reaching behind me and pulling his most prized possession (a bow and a set of arrows) off the wall. He mounted it there not long after Alice was born—when he first got hurt. He always used that to hunt, but he hadn’t touched it in years. It was caked in a layer of dust thick enough to coat my fingers when he handed it to me. “Use it well,” he said, then he went back to his spot in front of the fire.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I studied the bow. It was almost as big as I was and the arrows were sharp enough to make me bleed with just one wrong movement of my arm.

“Promise you’ll come back.”

I hadn’t realized Alice walked up to me, her big brown eyes wide and innocent and losing their sparkle with each passing second without food or warmth. I let out a breath through my nose and put my hand on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “I promise,” I said and she smiled.

And with one last look at my family, I clutched the bow and arrows tightly and made me way out into the tundra after grabbing the axe Papa always left next to the door.

xx

The snow was like white white-hot knives against my cheeks. I could barely see five feet in front of me and my teeth chattered loudly, the sound echoing in my ears. I had to press on. If I didn’t, everyone I loved would die.

As soon as I reached the forest, the falling snow lessened, mostly because I was being shielded by the tall trees that looked like they went all the way up to the clouds. I kept a cloth around my mouth, though, just in case, the bow and arrows tied to my back. The axe was in my right hand, my knuckles white as ghosts as I gripped it, my hand shaking.

Firewood. I had to find firewood.

I didn’t even know if I was strong enough to chop down a tree. I probably wasn’t, but I had to try. I thought of my family huddled together back at home and pressed on, more determined than ever. I’d return with firewood and a rabbit to cook over a spit. My family wouldn’t go to sleep hungry—not if I could do anything about it.

The farther into the forest I walked, the denser it got. But I didn’t see a faerie. True, I didn’t know what the faeries looked like, but still. I was alone in this forest. Not even a squirrel hopped from tree to tree in search of food. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. And it was dark. The farther I walked, the darker it seemed to get. It was daytime when I got here, but now it looked like it was closer to nighttime. Was it just an illusion or was I really losing track of time? I couldn’t tell.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I turned a corner. I was about to make my way through a large bush when my finger got caught on something. I hissed, pulling my hand closer to my face only to see a droplet of blood making its way down my finger and gathering in my palm. It must have been a thorn of some sort.

“Damn it,” I whispered, putting my finger in my mouth and sucking on the blood to make it stop. I tried to ignore the throbbing in my finger and stopped in front of a rather thin-looking tree. It was tall, yes, but it was thin and I was sure I could cut it down easily. “Here we go.”

I swung the axe.

Again.

And again.

And I was about to swing it for a third time when a voice sounded in my ear and I jumped fifty feet into the air, almost dropping the axe right on my foot. “What do you think you’re doing to our home?”

I spun around, heart in my throat, eyes wide as I came face-to-face with six rather tall men. But they weren’t just men. They were ethereal, their beauty nothing like I’d ever seen before. Their hair was black as night, their eyes brown as the trees surrounding us. And their ears … Their ears were pointed—sharp.

Were they—?

“Do you not know how to speak?” the one in the middle asked, cocking an eyebrow. His skin was tanned—beautiful. I couldn’t find a flaw on a single one of them. And none of them looked cold despite what they were wearing: black pants and a black shirt. Everything about them screamed darkness and they were all looking right at me. Well, all except one. There was one in the back who was looking at the ground, looking completely disinterested in everything that was happening.

“I-I know how to speak,” I stammered, the bravado completely gone from my voice.

“Good,” the one in the middle said. He smiled and damn he had perfect teeth, too. Was there anything wrong with him? Was there anything wrong with any of them?

The answer was no.

Faeries. They had to be faeries because they certainly weren’t human.

“I don’t want any trouble,” I said, backing up until my back hit the tree I was just trying to cut down.

“You say that, but you’re defacing our home,” the one in the middle said, looking at the others who nodded in agreement. “I know I should be thanking you for waking us up, but,” he said, trailing off with a shrug.

“Waking you up?” I asked, looking between them.

“Yeah. When you pricked your pretty little finger,” the one on the far left said. I looked at him and sucked in a breath. It was like looking at perfection. Was this why faeries were able to lure humans into their beds so easily, take advantage of them, and then eat them?

“I don’t know what it is about your blood,” the one in the middle said. “But you do have our gratitude. You can call me N,” he said. “And, no, you can’t know my real name. Our real and full names are our weaknesses, so forgive us for keeping them a secret.” Then he pointed to the one on the far left. “That’s Hongbin. And behind him is little Hyukie. Then you’ve got Ravi and Ken. And the one sulking in the back is Leo.”

How was I supposed to remember all those names? I just nodded, my mouth dry as a desert. For a second, I was tempted to eat the snow to hydrate myself again.

“You’re … You’re the six dark fae I’ve heard about. My grandma told me about you. I … You were put to sleep by a witch centuries ago.”

“Yeah,” the one called N said, stretching his neck. “We’re pretty sore thanks to that. But thanks to you, we can get our strength back.”

I shook my head, heart pounding. “No. No, you can’t,” I said because I remembered what my grandma said. She said that they were powerful enough to destroy the human world altogether. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I-I didn’t do anything!”

“But you did,” Hongbin said and he smiled at me and I mentally cursed him for having such a beautiful smile. “I remember the witch saying there was one way to break the spell, but I didn’t think the way would be such a cute girl.”

I frowned.

“Oh, that’s not a very cute face,” Hongbin said, pouting.

I pushed myself off the tree and tried to run away from them, but no matter where I ran, one of them popped up in front of me until I was running in circles like a dog chasing its tail.

“Do you really think we’re going to let you get away after you did us such a wonderful favor?” the one called Ken said, his lips twisted up into a grin.

I yelped and ran in the opposite direction. I got decently far before one of them popped up in front of me as if materializing out of thin air. It was the quiet one N called Leo. I looked up at him with wide eyes and he stared back at me, not saying a word but still making me feel tiny and terrified. My heart jumped around in my chest, my face turning a bright shade of crimson. He folded his arms over his chest and took a step closer to me. I took a step back and rammed right into something hard. A tree? No, not a tree. A person.

I looked up and saw Hyuk smiling down at me.

I screamed, but Hyuk grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. No matter how much I wiggled and squirmed, I couldn’t free myself from his grip.

“What’s your name?”

I was breathing heavily by the time the other four arrived, my hair falling over my face, my bow and arrows burning holes in my back. I should have used them when I had the chance. They may have looked like people, but they weren’t people. No, they were faeries and they were probably going to eat me and—

“I said … what’s your name?” N asked again, more slowly this time.

I spit on him instead of answering.

N chuckled and cleaned his face with his hand, his smile twisting into an evil sort of grin. “Feisty. I like it.”

“Go to hell,” I spat.

“Come on now. I told you our names. It’s only right that you tell us yours,” he said. “Unless humans changed in the last millennia, names aren’t a weakness for you. Neither is iron. Very annoying when humans eat food with iron, though. Not good on our stomachs.”

I squirmed against Hyuk’s grip again, but it tightened. I huffed, narrowing my eyes at N, who seemed to be their leader. “Y/N,” I said. “My name is Y/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” he said, grinning triumphantly. Then he looked at Hyuk and nodded his head to the left. “Bring her back to our castle. If her blood woke us up, imagine what else she can do for us.”

“No!” I screamed, eyes wide as saucers. “No, you can’t take me there! I have to go back home. Please! My family—”

“You left your family behind as soon as you stepped foot in our lands,” N said, grabbing my chin and making me look at him. He had a kind face, but his tone was anything but. “Now take her back. And make sure she doesn’t try to escape. She seems like a slippery one,” he said, looking at Hyuk again. “You should have listened to your grandma, sweetheart. Sounds like she knew what she was talking about. You should have known that once you step foot on faerie territory, you’re as good as dead.”

[angioponder]

ultimately walking

Fandom: VIXX OT6 (Platonic/Friendship) Genre/Warnings: humor, crack, fluff  Word count: 1556w

author’s note:  also on AO3 (@angioponder) hb to my cuppycake.<3 hope this brought a smile to your lovely face. being your best friend and roommate over the years made me so happy. thanks for letting me love you with gifts like this. i miss you lots!

list of the songs referenced are at the end. enjoy~

Hakyeon awoke due to someone beating harshly on the door of his brand new apartment. He feigned sleep in hopes that whoever was outside would leave, thinking the flat to be empty. But after a pause of silence, the banging only came back louder and harder. 

A barely open, one-eyed peek at the phone he dragged out from under his pillow told him it was ten in the morning—quite a bit later than he usually got up due to all the unpacking he had to do the night before.

Wondering who it could be, he begrudgingly left the comfort of his warm bed, lugging the sheets over and around his body as he tried very hard to send messages from his brain to his foot to move in front of the other, and vice versa. At some point, it didn't really matter how he got to the door, as long as he could keep himself upright and moving forward to open the damn thing and send whoever interrupted his sleep far, far away.

When Hakyeon reached his destination, he leaned—more like ungracefully banged his forehead due to sleep deprivation—against the door to peer through the peephole. As soon as his eyes adjusted to see past the lens properly, he threw his sheets off to the side and practically ripped open the door to reveal his bandmates standing out in the hallway. Now fully awake, he was about to hug them all happily for following through with visiting him in his new home, but that died when he saw how visibly apprehensive they were.

“What? What what is it? What?” Hakyeon did a sweep across all of them really quickly.

Taekwoon was sporting coffee stains on his white sweater, Jaehwan was holding Special K under one arm and a bowl of milk in the other, Hongbin was wearing that god-awful green scarf that made him look like your gossipy neighborhood auntie, Wonshik was sleep-standing until he woke himself up with a snore, and Sanghyuk was, well, he was big. So, really nothing out of the ordinary.

Hakyeon relaxed a smidgen, crossing off the possibility of them being physically harmed in some fashion. Something was still off, but he couldn’t figure it out at the moment. He pointedly looked at Taekwoon, who was chewing on his pale fingers.

“I take it you you're not here to visit your most favorite hyung just because you realized your undying love for him and miss him very, very much ever since he moved out.”

“Well…y-yeah?”

“Oh, honestly!” Hakyeon mocked a shocked gasp, “Humor me a little bit more than that. I'm hurt.”

“Yes! I mean yes! Definitely all that—yes, yes but also,” Taekwoon glanced to his side at the other four who have a mixed array of emotions on their faces, all their lips held tight in a line. “I don’t really know what happened but,” he seemed like he was trying to come up with an explanation but settled with, “something’s wrong with them.”

“O-kay?” Hakyeon tilted his head. “Something’s always wrong with them, but I have a really bad feeling that’s not it.”

Taekwoon clapped his palm over Jaehwan's general face without missing a beat. Unsurprisingly, Wonshik did the same to Hongbin and Sanghyuk, reducing whatever retort all of them were making into muffles. When it looked like their protests directed to Hakyeon were over, Taekwoon and Wonshik retracted their hands.

“It’s not the usual thing this time just—” Taekwoon shoved them all forward towards the doorway, “we might want to be indoors for this.”

Everyone shuffled inside towards the bare living room, past the stacks of empty boxes that have been tetris-arranged inside of each other. It was a good thing too, Hakyeon thought as he watched them try to fit themselves on his couch in vain, limbs spilling over the armrests and all over the carpet on the livingroom floor of his one bedroom apartment.

“So, what’s this about?”

Nobody replied. Taekwoon nudged Hongbin with his elbow and pointed his chin towards Hakyeon. Hongbin sighed deeply then opened his mouth.

“I'm singin' in the rain,” he sang with heavy dread, “Just singin' in the rain. What a glorious feeling,” he drawled in disdain, “I'm happy again.” The whole room watched Hongbin continue his song as he dragged his body listlessly around, with a few half-hearted heel clicks here and there. By the end of his… performance of sorts, Hongbin was clenching his whole body in what one could only describe as mortifying agony. Jaehwan and Sanghyuk was, laughing at him, as is expected.

“That was… a great rendition,” Hakyeon clapped slowly, hesitantly. “So… what I got from that was Hongbin’s been practicing for a musical he got casted in, and he wants my feedback? Well, I’d say you need to fix your face a little. You look incredibly sour for someone who’s supposed to be happy after a great date with your lover.”

“No, no, you don’t get it,” Taekwoon tried, “he’s—”

“—running for his life, from Shia LaBeouf!” Wonshik launched himself off the couch and burst into song. “He’s brandishing a knife, it's Shia LaBeouf! Lurking in the shadows,” he bellowed, “Hollywood superstar Shia LaBeouf!”

“ …What? Is going on?” Hakyeon shivered as Wonshik, wide eyed and distressed, climbed on top of the coffee table and proceeded to bust out some very dramatic, interpretive dance moves. “What’s happeni—Wonshik are you biting my thigh!?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out! Ever since you left, it comes out like this whenever they try and speak as if—”

“If you were gay,” Jaehwan chimed in harmoniously, “that'd be okay. I mean 'cause, hey!” he pranced on over to Taekwoon, “I'd like you a-ny-way. Because you see,” he locked arms with him, “If it were me! I would feel free to say that I was gay, but I'm not gay!”

Taekwoon pried himself out of Jaehwan’s tight grasp and tried to cling on to Hakyeon while confetti and glitter magically rained down on them—wait what?

“They won’t respond in anything but singing and dancing,” Taekwoon said, “I even looked up their symptoms on the interne—”

“The internet is for porn!” Sanghyuk sang enthusiastically. “The internet is for porn! Why do you think the net was born? Porn! Porn! Porn!”

“You're joking, right?” Hakyeon said as Sanghyuk continued screaming porn repeatedly while holding his hands in a recitation handclasp and bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet to the melody in his head. “Taekwoon, come on. This can't be serious.”

Then out of nowhere, Jaehwan, Wonshik and Hongbin—almost escalatory and frantically so—resumed singing and dancing their own respective songs on top of each other in a jumbled mess, all at the same time.

Hakyeon was starting to feel slightly delirious.

“I seriously think they're cursed or something, Hakyeon.” Taekwoon said as chaos ensued right before their eyes. “Wonshik wouldn’t be doing all of this out of his own volition, especially not Hongbin,” he commented as they watched all the self-loathing radiate from Hongbin’s body. “Though I'm not sure I can say the same for Jaehwan and Sanghyuk.”

While that seemed to be true, Hakyeon couldn't ignore the red tiredness under their swollen eyes. Maybe something actually happened, then.

“So, what now?”

“Come home,” Taekwoon said, trying not to make too much eye contact, “with us?”

With us. Hakyeon paused. Come home.

His eyes drifted next to Taekwoon, where a group photo from the night of their debut five years ago was hanging—the only decorative item on display in the whole apartment aside from his favorite family portrait.

“You think it might ‘break the curse’ they're under?”

Taekwoon looked at him with those eyes and shrugged. “Worth a try.”

Truth is, watching them take up what was once a large amount of space in his one bedroom flat made him feel almost suffocated, that is, if it he didn't adore them all so, so much. But it was a familiar, loving type of suffocating, where it was difficult to not feel loved when it surrounded him from corner to corner. Moving out was such a bittersweet thing. Hakyeon may not necessarily enjoy every single moment of living together, but he does miss them—all the time.

Real curse or not, he’d do anything for them at the end of the day. Unfortunately for him, he wouldn’t be able to leave them die in a ditch, even if he tried. And they’d do the same for him, probably.

“Fine,” Hakyeon groaned. “I'll pack enough for the weekend and go.” He stomped into his unmade bedroom, pretending to be irritated. “I must be cursed to be bonded with you all forever.”

On Sunday night, the main door of their dorm finally shut after saying goodbye for roughly an hour, leaving the living room a little colder and quieter than it was. Jaehwan, Wonshik, Hongbin and Sanghyuk turned to Taekwoon.

“Should we play pretend again so hyung will come back and stay over next weekend?”

“Or, or maybe play it up a little more so we can extend it to weekdays too?”

“No, no we might make it too obvious!”

“Hyung can be dense as a humidifier, what are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I miss him too.” Taekwoon shook his head and laughed to himself. “Now go research more musicals for next week.”

author’s note:

a wee bit late but we realized it was april fool's yesterday right before posting this ahahahaha so fitting!

Singing in the Rain by Gene Kelly Shia LaBeouf by Rob Cantor If You Were Gay by Avenue Q The Internet is for Porn by Avenue Q

[gemini-boys-jjaenijeojang]

My Star

Classmate!AU Kim Jaehwan

A very short angst without much context.

You were broken...

But he was more broken. He tried to help but you pushed him away. Everything is going down for you but it was still okay. At least that was what you told yourself and what you told him. His chestnut brown head bouncing in your direction every morning as he sees you.

You didn't want to see his presence anymore, you thought that you weren't worth his time and his effort to counsel or to help. You felt like a gone case. Although you did see light at the end of the tunnel, which was Jaehwan, you felt like it became dimmer everyday.

His warm hugs while you cried into him as he tries to understand. The way his mouth forms into a pout as he tries to give you words of encouragement. Your worries weren't going away but at least he didn't too. Everyday, you felt the twinkle in his eyes get dimmer and dimmer. You felt like a burden to him, draining out his light. The light at the end of your tunnel also seemed to have extinguished when those eyes closed for the very last time.

He had always heard your side of the story, perhaps it was too late to hear his. Now that you longed for his presence, you could only dream of his embrace once again. His last words to you were, "The brightest stars shines through the darkest nights. You are a star, y/n. You will stay bright through this dark period"

You lay down in the school field under a patch of stars.

"You seem to be shining brighter today Kim Jaehwan"

[love-kazin]

Writings - VIXX

- VIXX - 

VIXX as flowers

History Walls

- Cha Hakyeon/N -

Sunrise

- Jung Taekwoon/Leo -

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- Lee Jaehwan/Ken - 

     none yet

- Kim Wonsik/Ravi -

Best Birthday Ever

- Lee Hongbin - 

Messy

- Han Sanghyuk - 

     none yet

[sarapii-peachy]

All Hail

Pairing: Ken/Reader (featured as Aurora), Wonshik

Storyline: fantasy!au, royal!au Wonshik is given a prophecy that could change the kingdom of Excelsius forever

Wordcount: 3,983

Notes: R-18 VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH, SEX. This is a dark piece inspired by Shakespeare’s Macbeth (aka murder, betrayal). Hi. So, there’s a lot behind this. Ever since I first read Macbeth, I knew I wanted to write a drabble inspired by it so this is exactly what this is. Long time coming! Wonshik has this image of working himself to exhaustion for his music and it’s something he’s never satisfied with, and I know he’s so afraid of not leaving behind a legacy (the sweetheart) and this ambition led me to choose him. This is also to honor his 1st solo tour in Europe bc my man really out here doing that aye. Can’t believe I got to witness Kim Ravi tearing up the stage.

Also Ken in Iron Mask??? We moving from Prince Christopher to an actual king fight me.

// ☽ R A V I 

Wonshik is exhausted. The battle has left both his spirit and body battered. The elements are much harsher this close to the coastline, wind, sand, and sea spray stinging his face. His ribs ache with every inhaled breath and he cradles his left arm against his chest, strength draining from his body where the knife had pierced beneath his armor. Dried blood cakes underneath his fingernails. Blood of men who were nameless in his eyes, yet still had wives, lovers, children. His victims.

His mind flashes and he once again sees his comrades fall to the invaders, men he’d trained with for years. Men he’d shared his tent with, dined with, now lying cold in the mud. Death did not discriminate and took her prey with swift chance. Not even the most skilled soldiers could hope to rely on their sheer might whenever she lingered on the battlefield.

He and the remaining men quickly bury their comrades before the birds can get to them.

Consequently, Death had decided to spare Wonshik tonight. Rebels from a nearby rivaling kingdom had breached their shore, hoping to sack Excelsius. Wonshik had been sent by the monarchy to quell the invaders. They had been victorious, but at what cost?

He rides now, weary, with the captured enemy convoy back to the castle to bring news of their victory. The dreary landscape of the highlands soon shift to that of his home.

**

What strength he’d thought he’d lost slowly starts to return at the familiar sight of the castle as they pass through the stone gateway into the kingdom. The rain has stopped and he’s glad to get out of the wind, his men following behind as they shuffle inside the castle. They’re filthy, tracking mud and wet stink in with them and he feels warmth in his chest at the face Queen Aurora will no doubt make upon seeing him.

Two standing figures, the monarchy themselves, await him on the other side of the throne room. On his left stands King Kenneth, Patriarch of the Six Heavens. He’s a tall, striking young man with kind features, his full lips always turned up in a smile. The crown upon his raven curls add to his height and a mantle of gold and rich navy blue, the colors of Excelsius, rest on his broad shoulders. The embodiment every king should be.

To the king’s right is Her Highness Queen Aurora, Lady of Light, a charitable young woman and Kenneth’s one lover since boyhood. Her gown matches her dusky gold complexion, midnight hair plaited back up and away from her face. Her eyes humorously survey Wonshik and his tracked footsteps as King Kenneth moves to greet his friend. Like sunshine personified, a beautiful queen to rule by her husband’s side.

Ken embraces him warmly regardless of his dirty state.

“You’ve proved yourself again, Wonshik. Well done.” He chuckles and claps Wonshik heartily on the back.

“It’s an honor to serve and protect our kingdom, my lord.” Wonshik answers and can’t help the hints of a smile tugging at his lips. Being the childhood friend of the monarch always made formal conversation a bit strange to him.

A son of a nobleman, Wonshik has lived in Excelsius all his life and spent his adolescence playing, reading, and studying here in the castle. He had befriended the then prince Kenneth in riding lessons one summer afternoon, Wonshik there for his knight training, Ken for his aristocratic duties. The two boys soon became inseparable. Although Ken had to spend a majority of his time preparing for the day he would succeed to the throne, the two of them were still able to wreck havoc after lessons were finished.

Ken squeezes his hand on his shoulder and Wonshik’s smile flickers when his refound energy starts to fade and is replaced by the full burden of his wounds. The familiar toll of battle settles over his tired bones. Understandably, Ken withdraws his hand. Queen Aurora steps forward, her expression tender and gentle.

“Tonight, your hard work and bravery has given Excelsius victory. Your sacrifices will be remembered in keeping our borders safe,” She says softly. “We will hold a banquet in honor of your men. Please, rest.”

Aurora’s statement resurfaces raw emotion. Their triumph had been nothing less than bloody. He will sleep tonight in his warm bed, safe within the castle walls while slain men lay in shallow graves on the cliffside.

Wonshik swallows. “Thank you, my queen.”

He’s dismissed from the throne room and he hurries to his quarters to wash.

**

Wonshik’s quarters lie on the other side of the courtyard gardens. Even as a young boy, he’s always loved walking among the greenery, perfumed by wild roses and cherry blossoms, listening to the babbling marble fountain that stands in the center of the gardens.

Yet, Wonshik stops. Tonight is different. Something doesn’t sit well with him, making his already fried nerves buzz in unease when he feels a strange change in the air around him.

A silhouette blooms from the sudden mist rolling from his left. Her feminine figure is shrouded in a long white veil that falls to her feet, opaque, yet translucent enough that her features are just barely hidden. He knew a witch when he saw one, using her magik to masquerade as an object of desire.

“Wonshik, hail to thee, knight of Excelsius.” She breathes. Just by the sound of her voice, Wonshik knows of her beauty. Honey and silk. A second veiled figure materializes to his right.

“Wonshik, hail to thee, Commander of Her Highness’s Comet Guard.” Says the second. He sees the parting of her lips from behind the smoke-like fabric. He gazes into the veil but sees nothing but the hidden contours of her face. He feels himself slowly falling, losing his wit the longer he stares, his feet moving towards her on their own accord. He was no Commander, only a simple sergeant. What were these sorcerers spouting?

A third and final figure emerges from the mist directly in front of him. Wonshik stays rooted to the spot when she approaches. Her touch is intimate, cradling his cheek with a cold hand, looking up into his face as though to kiss him. She leans forward, a lover’s caress.

“All hail Wonshik, thou shalt be king hereafter.” The third murmurs.

He reaches for the veil, entranced, desperate to see with confirmed eyes the beauty that promises such high prophecy. The figure drifts from his touch. He follows with quick steps and it’s almost comical as the figure easily glides away, joining the two others as they start to circle around him.

“All hail,”

His chest tightens when he feels a warm breath fan across his neck. He turns on them, daring to prompt an answer.

But the sisters are quicker and simultaneously step back into the curling mist that now envelopes him. He’s left alone in the gardens as a rose scented breeze chills his skin, shivering in his own sweat and grime.

**

That night, he sleeps like the dead. He’s grateful for the freedom of no haunting nightmares or strange paralysis that often seized his entire body after battles. He doesn’t feel particularly rejuvenated, but neither exhausted the next morning, like having fallen into a deep abyss the night before.

Daylight is still new, even for a soldier like himself to be up at this hour. Yet, Wonshik finds it strangely peaceful to be up before the birds have begun chirping, the first rays of the sun setting fire to a silhouetted, dark world.

Dawn breaks red and beautiful.

His early rise has given him the luxury of a morning ride through the castle grounds and a few hours of privacy from his comrades before the banquet.

He knew his men well enough to understand that he wouldn’t be the only one uncomfortable tonight. His men had been celebrated with political dinners before, but this was a first for a military disaster of this scale. Although victorious, it wasn’t fair to be enjoying a party when so much Excelsius blood had been spilt.

As he sways in the saddle, his mind wanders to the strange prophecy from the night before. Commander of the Comet Guard? King? Ken obviously occupied the throne, what did this prophecy suggest? How would Ken be displaced? What would Aurora’s fate be?

Another shiver shakes his core as thoughts race through his mind.

No, the prophecy is impossible. Wonshik had no drop of royal blood and was sworn to protect the crown, just a son of a nobleman. Having it simply fall to him is outrageous.

The prophecy was nothing more than a fever dream, he tells himself. Knowing his post-traumatic symptoms, it doesn’t take long to convince himself.

**

In the evening, Wonshik is pleasantly surprised that he’s enjoying himself at the banquet. Surrounded by an intimate circle of his closest brothers in battle with Ken and Aurora seated at the front of the hall, the tense atmosphere he had anticipated is nonexistent, instead replaced with one of commemoration and respect.

A few attendants duck in every now and then to assist in serving the meal and musicians fill the air with gentle melodies. Hearty food, ale, and companionship have allowed Wonshik to relax for the first time in far too long.

As the meal comes to a close, the tapping of a glass draws the men's attention to the queen. Aurora places her silver fork down onto the table and turns to address the room before her.

“Gentlemen, your service these past few months have kept our kingdom safe from harm. For this, a certain individual has demonstrated exceptional abilities in the arts of Knighthood and deserves to be recognized,” She pauses to thread her fingers through Ken’s, glancing to him. She smiles softly. “My husband and I have long discussed this decision and it is with great confidence that we present this ceremony before you all.” Aurora pauses again, this time looking directly to Wonshik. When she speaks, her voice rings clear throughout the chamber. “The Crown now calls Sir Wonshik to come before this Court and Company.”

Wonshik rises, his queen’s command and his own internal military discipline instinctively setting his body in motion before he can question what he’s being called upon for. Aurora strides to the center of the room, the king at her side. Wonshik kneels before them.

“Bring forth Starlight, the Great Sword of State.” Ken instructs to an attendant. His tone is authoritarian, not at all like the shy, playful young boy Wonshik had befriended as a child. A servant enters with Starlight, a beautiful longsword encrusted with jewels the color of the sun. Aurora takes the blade and places it so it rests on the young man’s shoulder.

“Sir Wonshik, you have been deemed fit for the high estate of Commander of Her Highness's Royal Comet Guard. Do you now swear by all that you hold sacred, true, and holy that you will honor and defend the Crown and the kingdom of Excelsius at all costs?” asks the king.

Wonshik feels his pulse quicken. The prophecy.

Commander was a position he had sought after throughout his entire apprenticeship. So much pain, tears, and bloodshed, hours endured in the cold as a young trainee, the aspiration of someday commanding his own legion burning deep in his soul. Now, it was finally going to be his.

Was he being awarded for his genuine efforts or simply because of the witches’ vision? The second alternative made his skin crawl, yet here he stood before the monarchy. His mind clicks and the realization almost makes him burst out into sick laughter. He’s able to mask it with a soldier’s self-control, eyes respectively cast to the floor. He already knew the answer.

With his plan, the throne will be his.

“I will.” Wonshik states.

“That you will conduct yourself respectively, drawing your sword only for just cause?” Aurora continues, voice cool. “That you will enshrine in your heart the noble ideals of our Guard to the benefit of your own good name and the greater glory of Excelsius?”

“I will.”

“That you will honor, defend, and protect all ladies, and those weaker than yourself?” asks the queen.

Wonshik raises his head, gaze resting on the woman before him. Sunlight throws itself through the stained glass behind her, casting her in a dazzling halo of colorful light.

“I will.” He murmurs.

She steps closer. “Then having sworn to me these solemn oaths, I, Queen Aurora of Excelsius, do dub you with Starlight, and by all that you hold sacred and holy..Once for honor..Twice for duty..Thrice for chivalry. Arise, Commander.”

Wonshik rises with the weight of a thousand empires on his shoulders.

**

Excelsius is plagued with a tirade of rain the rest of the bitter autumn. Time passes slowly, each day marked by another bone-chilling day as autumn decays into winter. The palace hunkers down with crackling fires in fireplaces and drawn curtains, children and servants rushing inside with rosy skin and chapped hands.

Ken loves winter. The festivities that came about this time of year never failed to make him smile and his joy was contagious. The queen, however, hated the cold. Despite being wrapped in furs and constantly sipping at hot drinks, Aurora was always frigid and longed for summer. Luckily, Wonshik was always there to boost her spirits.

As newly appointed Commander, Wonshik and Queen Aurora spent a fair amount of time together. Reviewing sovereign borders and drafting battle formations, Wonshik was delighted to find that the queen was no stranger to warfare. Aurora was a warrior queen, unafraid of bloodshed. His admiration for her was mirrored in her own for the Commander.

One evening, the two of them have just finished studying some maps, clearing the table when a servant brings in a tray of spiced apple cider. As they drink, the two teasingly speak of Ken’s recent actions of erecting a huge evergreen in the middle of the kingdom square and of the recent snowfall to the north. It’s nice to be able to move beyond politics and grim topics of weapon effectiveness in battle.

“You’re shivering,” Wonshik says concerned, watching as Aurora’s shoulders tremor violently.

She dismisses him with a shake of her head, pulling a long sip from her drink. “Commander, don’t act so surprised.”

Wonshik moves to her side and rubs his hands against her arms. “I must keep my queen from falling ill.” He teases. She laughs softly and leans into his touch, enjoying the heat from the fireplace. They rest for a while side by side.

**

Aurora falls asleep with her head resting lightly on his shoulder. The fire has long died, glowing coals barely illuminating the study aside from a slight, dull glow. The two sit in darkness.

Aurora suddenly startles awake with a gasp. His hands come to stable her as she awakens to a sightless world.

��You’re alright, Aurora.” He soothes.

Her breaths calm and he can see her chest fall less rapidly. Her silhouette nods and then the room falls into silence, only broken by the howl of wind against the windowpane. The world sleeps.

“I’ve got you. I always will.” He whispers. He doesn’t move away.

“Commander,” she presses. A warning.

“Is my duty not to protect you, your highness?” Wonshik dips his head, whispering against the shadow’s bare neck.

“Tis, but-”

“And how is my queen in any danger when she is in fact most safest here in my arms..?”

**

Winter drags on, and with it, the queen’s seasonal depression. She stays cooped up in her chambers, coming out only when coaxed by her husband. The cold is taking a toll on her. Light no longer fills her eyes.

In the meantime, Wonshik regularly meets with King Kenneth to look over inventory supplies for the barracks.

“Her Highness seems unwell,” Wonshik would often state, asking if the queen was taking her meals properly.

The king would reply no with a somber shake of the head. But, she’ll perk up in the spring, she always does, he would add.

The Commander would smile politely. The time to strike was upon him.

“Yes, of course.”

**

At Wonshik’s suggestion, Ken invites him to a dinner to celebrate old times and the coming holidays. Just the two of them, good friends united over food and drink. Ken is delighted to share his company, to say the least.

The evening arrives, and with it, a horrible snowstorm.

It doesn’t seem to sour the mood, however, as Wonshik arrives to the chambers with a table set with delicious delicacies. Ken stands with clasped hands, a loving king to greet his friend as an equal.

“Come, we have much to talk about, no?” The king chuckles. Wonshik grins and the two embrace like old brothers.

**

The evening progresses with amusement and comfort and again, Wonshik finds himself enjoying the simple pleasures of life. It was remarkable how things could brighten up with loved ones and good cooking. He laughs with the king now, nearly spilling his wine as Ken recounts a story from their boyhood.

“..And you were so desperate to get her attention that you fell on your ass right in front of her!” Ken snorts. His face is flushed from his drink and he pauses his story to take another swig from his goblet.

Wonshik joins in laughing, feeling the room slowly spinning as he empties his own cup.

“Guess the donkey wasn’t the only ass in that stable,” He chuckles back. Ken howls with laughter, gripping his sides. He beckons for Wonshik’s glass and quickly refills it before wiping at his eyes.

“How thankful I am that we’ve stayed together after all these years, Wonshik,” Ken ponders aloud after a quiet moment settles over the room. He smiles at the soldier a bit sleepily and his eyelids flutter closed for a heartbeat. “A king and his childhood friend, the commander of his queen’s army. Side by side, protecting their quaint kingdom. It’s like something from a storybook,” He says almost dreamily.

“Aye.” Wonshik agrees.

Ken smiles again and his eyelids droop, features slowly relaxing as he drifts off to sleep.

Wonshik rises so quickly that the chair scrapes violently against the floor and stabs his dagger clean through King Kenneth’s chest.

Ken cries out with a wet gasp. His eyes fly open, struggling against Wonshik who only forces the blade deeper.

“Why..?” Ken pleads. “Was I a tyrant?”

He shakes his head. “Nay, a good king. So much so that this was the only way.”

Wonshik studies the look in Ken’s eyes as he continues to choke on his own blood. It’s a look he’s witnessed tens, if not hundreds of times on the battlefield. The look of life slowly seeping away as it leaves the body, the fear of death lingering behind those pupils. No matter how strong their bond, King Kenneth would never understand. Ken has never had to take a life and live with the consequences.

So, Wonshik begins to laugh like the unhinged man he’s now become. He pulls the king closer, forcing him to look at only him.

“Your wife is with child,” Wonshik breathes. “My child, my heir to the throne.”

Ken’s expression weakens. Tears glisten in his eyes and a new look clouds behind Ken’s pupils, one he’s never seen before.

Heartbreak, betrayal.

“My legacy will reign and yours dies now with you.” Wonshik snarls. The blade twists and the good king gives his last breath in the arms of his most trusted soldier.

**

When news of the king’s death spreads through the kingdom, it’s like a plague has spread with it. Doors are locked and villagers seldom come outside, the streets deserted and empty with families locked up inside their homes. Grief and fear weigh heavy over Excelsius.

An assassin, rumored to be from the infamous rebel kingdom of Exodus, had broken into the royal chambers and slain the king after he had retired to bed. Commander Wonshik of Her Highness’s Comet Guard had been the one to discover the mutilated corpse of his childhood best friend. He had arrived too late with the assassin nowhere to be found, only an open window leading out into the icy, winter night.

The monarchy is in complete shambles, a political disaster. Immediately, the Commander is nominated for his past service and intimate connection to the late king.

A quiet wedding and coronation crown Wonshik as the new king of Excelsius, Patriarch of the Six Heavens.

**

Quelling the political unrest is not an easy task and King Wonshik has much on his plate. Kenneth Lee had been a beloved, well respected ruler and the notion of a rogue Exodus assassin sparks a wave of hysteria within the kingdom. If the king hadn’t been safe, what was to become of the common people? Where was the Exodusian army now?

It’s a difficult, burdensome lie to maintain.

The following autumn, Aurora gives birth to a healthy baby boy. Wonshik concentrates his efforts on raising his only son.

**

Aurora starts to slowly wither away, some would say of a broken heart. The queen’s glowing complexion has fizzled out, the skin beneath her eyes tight with exhaustion and sorrow. Yet, she stays strong for her kingdom. Queen Aurora stations extra men on the borders and increases nightly patrols, reassuring all that they will be safe from war.

**

A few years pass and the prince is now a young toddler. The threat of an Exodus invasion has died out, though unrest has not dissipated so, a nervous energy remaining over Excelsius like a tensed bowstring.

Wonshik himself has lost his youthful charm, looking haggard and worn with each passing day. Surgeons, doctors, even shamans are called to try and address the king’s sudden failing health, though it seems nothing will do the trick. He’s losing sleep, seeing the phantom of Ken behind every bat of his eyelids.

One moonless autumn night, Wonshik and Aurora lie in their chambers as their son amuses himself with a toy ball in the hallway. He passes the ball between his feet in the doorway. Raven hair curls against his forehead, plump cheeks and full, rosy lips colored with youth. Dressed sharply in royal attire, he’s already very handsome for the tender age of three.

Wonshik’s mind flashes and suddenly he’s standing in the middle of a riding ring. A young boy stands beside him, looking quite sharp sitting atop a leather saddle and gives him a gentle smile.

“What’s your name? I’m Kenneth, but you can call me Ken.” Says the boy. It’s his son, but the phantom has Ken’s voice.

Wonshik can hear the prince’s excited laughter ring out as he chases the ball further down the corridors.

“Why does our child look like him?” Wonshik gasps in horror. Aurora rolls on top of him and plunges Starlight through his heart.

“Did you really take me for a whore, my lord?” Aurora spits through gritted teeth. She’s trembling, both hands tightly gripping the handle of the longsword sheathed inside him. “I was already with child when you tried to bed me. I am loyal to one man and you cast him aside like dirt.”

Wonshik chokes. The fabric of their white bedsheets bleeds with his blood. She grasps his face and leans in close, turning his head to the side and forcing his gaze out toward the hallway. The young prince continues to laugh as he’s heard wandering farther and farther down the corridors.

“Do you not see? He has his father’s eyes,” Aurora hisses. “He is not your son. Your tyrant rule ends here and Excelsius will never be yours.”

The good queen unsheathes Starlight from his chest and looks to the rising sun to the east.

[misslavada]

Star of Fate- Chapter 1

“They’re almost like vultures, aren’t they?”

Lucky nearly dropped the drink she had in her hand, the voice seemingly coming from nowhere. She turned to the owner and saw him towering over her but with an amiable smile on his face. He’d snuck up on her with an easy smile, almost like he was from some sort of divine heritage.

She couldn’t stop the feeling of danger when she looked at him as the smile seemed to unnerve her a bit. It was like standing next to a live wire; the closeness of the current set your hair on edge. She had to give him a polite smile, making the corners of her eyes crinkle up as if she was smiling for real. He gave off the air that one should love him, but she didn’t. It was more of an annoyance than anything, that presence.

To read more, please see the full chapter on my AO3 account!

[bambyeol]

This Band (p.15)

B.A.M SEQUEL now updating daily!

pairing/s: band! park jihoon x oc ; band! bae jinyoung x oc ; doctor! hwang minhyun x oc

character/s: park jihoon, park woojin, bae jinyoung, ong seongwoo, kim jaehwan, ha sungwoon, lai guanlin, kang daniel, yoon jisung, hwang minhyun

genre: angst, fluff, music (band)

summary: never date your band mate.

warning : a sequel so I’d appreciate it if you’ll read B.A.M first. though you can always live dangerously and read this immediately.

This Band (p.1) This Band (p.2) This Band (p.3) This Band (p.4)  This Band (p.5)    This Band (p.6) This Band (p.7) This Band (p.8)  This Band (p.9)  This Band (p.10) This Band (p.11)    This Band (p.12) This Band (p.13) This Band (final)

B.A.M p1 // B.A.M p2 // B.A.M p3 // B.A.M final

wanna one masterlist 

Barely halfway through the first set, the crowd was up on their feet grooving to the bright beats and swaying to the gloomier ones. Every lyric, every note resounded through the dome-like venue not only through the speakers but through the voices of the audience as well. The arena, along with the hearts of everyone inside it, was fired up as promised.

Time seemed to be put on halt and the minutes that have passed didn’t matter, only the beats and the melody did. This is crazy, all nine of them thought, effortlessly hiding away their surprise with their skillful harmony and perfect buildup. Recalling the first time they set foot on the arena sent goosebumps throughout their already active bodies. A dream came true for BAM that night.

Six youngsters enter the arena, all of their mouths agape at the sheer size and capacity of the place. They were attending a Nell concert clad in black band t-shirts and haircuts considered cool for that time period.

“Huge, right?” A younger Seongwoo, the only one who has been to the said arena, snapped the rest back into reality.  “And to think their tickets were sold-out.”

“Huge? That’s an understatement!” Woojin started walking further inside, eyes darting in all directions, mechanically dodging everyone in his way.

“The acoustics here must be perfect. Yah.” Jaehwan unconsciously places his hand to his chest, unable to contain his excitement.

“Keep it in your pants, hyung.” Baejin said, momentarily pausing his surprise to squeeze in a small tease.   

“Will we ever get to perform in a venue this high-end?” Riseul, finding her seat beside Jihoon and Seongwoo, continued taking in the high-ceiling and the massive speakers overhead, genuinely pondering if, in the next 10 years, this would be a stage they would be standing in.

“BAM live in Seoul Dome.” Jihoon looked up cheesily, putting on the best mimicry of an emcee he could do.

The group applauded the remark, stomachs fluttering at the thought.

“Someday, guys. Nell will even attend our concert.” Seongwoo nodded to no one in particular as all of them were preoccupied visualizing their names on the huge LED screen.

And so, since then it has been a dream of theirs. Unspoken for the next five years.

Before they knew it, it was time for the last song of the night. The song that was carefully crafted by all nine members in a span of a month. The song that will be the true mark of this day.

“There’s a new song we’d like you to hear.” Jaehwan’s announcement was welcomed by cheers of anticipation and surprise. This sound has prevailed for the past two hours and apparently it has only gotten stronger and stronger, their fuses of energy not running out any moment soon.

They let this sound fill the air uninterrupted as water bottles and towels were tossed to each of the members. Finally, he continued, “It’s called Sing Me. This has been BAM and it has been a great night because of all of you. Let’s go!”

Please don’t forget me

Cherish me, so that you could feel me

Sing me, remember me

So that I could last forever

Lifespan is just a number

Destiny cannot kill me

Until the day you forget me

I’ll be everlasting, no ending

The LED screens flashed a timeline of BAM throughout the years, photos, video clips, heightening the reactions especially from the long-time fans. The song ends with a photo of all nine members before the concert, hands joined between them.

“Encore! Encore!”

notes: hope you take time to listen to Day6 Sing me, and maybe in the process stan Day6 also (THEY”RE THE REAL DEAL. TRULY KINGS)  

will be posting the final part in like 8 hours .