vixxmas | (you became my light)

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(you became my light)

Well, 2020 has been a year. But you know, what a better time to turn everything around but have a dose of your favorite boys doing your favorite things?

Pals and friends and everything in between, the 2020 edition of vixxmas ~~is now open!~~

Edit: This edition is now closed! Claiming post is up for anything you need to say ♥

You probably know the drill but before we start, a quick recap of the rules! Please see this post for a slightly more detailed view, and comment below if you have any other questions!

As with previous years, this fest is heavily inspired on

alesserain 's Three Sentence Ficathon ♥

★ One prompt per comment - but you can prompt as much as you like!
★ Prompt format: characters(s)/pairing, prompt word/sentence (or link to graphic or music). Suggestions:

Hongbin, getting trapped in a video game
Taekwoon, accidental youtuber
Wonshik/Hongbin, tattoo artist + flower shop au
Jaehwan/Sanghyuk, accidental neighbors
Hakyeon/ot6, time travel/reality jumping AU, Hakyeon finding his members each time

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[I know you said neo doctors, but at least, hakyeon is one?]

Hakyeon was feeling antsy. He'd woken up feeling just as charged with electricity as the impending storm that had painted the skies a pale bluish grey all day, and it left him unsettled. The nervous energy only worsened as the day progressed, the uneasiness bearing him down with each patient he attended to.

He cracked his shoulders and stretched out the kinks that had settled in, and checked the time, only to sigh. He still had a few more hours on his shift.

"Maybe you should head home early, Doctor Cha," Nayoung clicked her tongue and shook her head in disapproval as she walked into his cabin, her lips turned down, and placed a notepad on his desk. "You look like you haven't slept in days,"

Hakyeon picked up the notepad and flipped to the page with the day's date. He let out a laugh at the contents and, with a wry smile pointed out the only flaw. "With eight patients lined up, I don't see how that's going to happen for at least a few hours, Nurse,"

"It's fine. You're an orthopedist. Hardly a question of life or death. I'm sure Doctor Lee would be willing to cover half of your patients, and what else would you have junior doctors for?" Nayoung replied.

"That would be unprofessional of me," Hakyeon laughed. "I'm okay, just send the next patient in,"

Nayoung sighed dramatically. "You should listen to your nurses, doctor. Nurses know best,"

Hakyeon got up to shoo her away. "If you don't leave and let the patient in, I'm only going to be stuck in the hospital longer. That would negate your point, wouldn't it?"

Nayoung shot him a glare, but obliged. "You're getting your way today. But not each time, doctor. Not each time,"

Hakyeon decidedly ignored her in favour of smiling at his next patient, a young lady with what seemed to be an arm in a makeshift sling.

"Hello, I'll be your doctor today. How are you doing, Miss?" Hakyeon gestured for her to take a seat across from him at the table and just as he leaned over to pick up a pen, a sharp pain shot up his spine, and a bright light erupted behind his eyelids, essentially blinding him temporarily.

The pen clattered to the floor.

He could hear the blood rush into his ears, and his heart thud harshly against his chest. He scrambled to hold on to the edge of the table, but his hands felt leaden, heavy. What little of the room he could see spun rapidly, leaving him even more disoriented.

He sensed more than heard Nayoung burst in through the closed door, two pairs of hands pulling him up. Had he fallen to the ground?

"Doctor Cha," Nayoung's voice sounded far, far away. Almost as if she was speaking to him from across a large room. "Doctor Cha, stay with me,"

Hakyeon nodded, or at least, he tried. He couldn't tell how successful he was. Something cold pressed against his forehead, and his eyes rolled back into his skull, closing shut.

"Hakyeon hyung," Hongbin slapped his cheek. "You need to stay conscious,"

Hakyeon was conscious. He just didn't seem to have the energy to let either of the two know. Pain was beginning to erupt all over his body all at the same time. It made no sense considering he was absolutely healthy. And a fall from his chair shouldn't render him so useless.

But, just as suddenly as it came, the pain washed away. A strange tingling sensation was still left in it's wake, but the pain was gone, and the haze in his mind lifted.

He took a deep breath, twice, thrice. And finally opened his eyes to find two pairs of concerned ones looking at him with identical frowns gracing their faces. He was lying on his back, and assumed he was on the examination bed.

Hakyeon moved to get up, but Hongbin and Nayoung were both much faster and pinned him to the bed.

"You're not getting up," Hongbin shook his head. "How did you even manage to fall unconscious like that? Have you not been eating properly?"

Hakyeon sighed. His throat still felt sore. "I am eating properly. I'm fine. Let me get up. I have patients to see,"

Nayoung propped her hands on her waist. "Didn't I already tell you nurses know best? You should shut up and take some rest. I'm not even willing to send you back home in this condition,"

"I really am fine. I don't know what happened. It felt like I got run over by a truck for a while, but the pain is gone. I feel much better than I have since morning," Hakyeon pinched his nose bridge. He wasn't sure he was going a great job explaining the situation, and judging by their looks, he was failing miserably.

"That's not normal, hyung," Hongbin walked over to his desk and picked up the pen that had fallen earlier, twirling it with his fingers. "If you've been feeling ill since morning, why did you even come to work?"

Hakyeon bit his lip. "Because I wouldn't know what else to do sitting at home. I already had a day off just yesterday,"

Nayoung cursed at him. "And this is why you should go out more often. Meet people. Do something. Not marry your work,"

Hakyeon threw his legs off the side of the bed as he got up. "I'm not interested, Nayoung. You know that. Now, please get my patient inside,"

"I've already distributed your patients to the other doctors," Hongbin shrugged. "You're going home,"

"No—,"

"Doctor Cha," Sanghyuk stood at the door to Hakyeon's cabin, bent at the waist and clutching his leg, panting. "Doctor Cha, you're needed,"

Hakyeon was already walking away from his two over concerned friends. "What happened?"

"There's an accident victim coming in, and the paramedics suspect some broken ribs and a broken leg. They need you in the operating theater," Sanghyuk explained.

"He's not going anywhere," Nayoung pulled Hakyeon by his shirt collar and dragged him back in. "He just had an unconscious spell. He cannot help,"

Hakyeon glared at her, shrugged away and gestured to Sanghyuk to lead the way. "Anything else I need to know about the patient?"

Sanghyuk nodded. "The man's car was hit by a bus. It's been raining heavily for a while. And he was driving. We don't know the extent of the injuries yet, but the paramedic called in panic because the victim was losing too much blood. And he's some celebrity, apparently,"

Hakyeon pulled on his scrubs and the two of them washed their hands thoroughly. The operation theater was mostly set up, the circulating nurse placing the scalpels and other instruments neatly on the sterile table.

"Doctor Cha, it's a good thing you're on call," Yongsun smiled at him slightly as another nurse helped her put on the sterile gown on top of her scrubs.

Hakyeon bowed slightly. "It's always a pleasure to be working with you, Doctor Kim,"

The doors to the operation theater opened and a gurney was rolled in quickly. The patient was immediately transferred on to the operating table and the anesthesiologist began to note the vitals.

"We need to stop the bleeding. The patient is not hemodynamically stable. He's going into shock. Move, move,"

Hakyeon stepped away as the cardio surgeon and the rest of the team went to work.

"Doctor Cha, his left leg is broken. Please take a look at it," Yongsun called out.

Hakyeon took a step towards the table, and his eyes fell on the patient. His heart almost stopped beating, and then began to beat at an erratic pace.

The patient's face was pale, so pale. His eyes were closed, and there were glass pieces embedded in his skin. His hair was matted with grime and some traces of blood.

But Hakyeon couldn't care less.

Not when he could still feel the tingling from earlier burn with a renewed passion, in the exact same places as the patient was hurt.

Hakyeon's world spun, and spun, and spun uncontrollably, until it suddenly came to a standstill.

His body felt heavy. His eyes seemed to protest at the mere thought of opening them. His legs felt like they were cramping. He desperately needed to sit up, but his muscles didn't seem to want to cooperate.

And when then the ringing in his ears lifted slightly, he could hear the distinctly repetitive beeping noise of what suspiciously sounded like hospital machinery.

Taekwoon forced his eyes open, and then promptly closed them at the sudden assault of bright light. He peeled them back open slightly and took in his surroundings.

Everything was white. He was most definitely in a hospital, and he couldn't remember why. The last he knew, he was driving back home after a day of working on his newest album and it had been raining terribly heavily.

"Oh, you're awake," a gentle voice came from somewhere above his head. He tried to find the source of the voice but only felt a pair of hands on his shoulder pinning him to the bed. "Please, don't move, Mr Jung,"

And then the woman left. He assumed it must be some personnel. A nurse, maybe.

He turned out to be right, because the nurse came back in with a doctor in tow, the doctor's white coat flapping behind him as he rushed towards where Taekwoon lay on the bed.

Taekwoon's breath hitched when his eyes fell on the doctor. His heart sped up, and there was niggling sensation at the back of his mind that was telling him he knew the man. But he couldn't have. He'd never seen the man before. He would have remembered a face like that.

The doctor silently checked him over and spoke in a low voice to the nurse, and he finally turned to him when the nurse left the ward. "How are you feeling, Mr Jung?"

Taekwoon felt awashed with a strange sense of familiarity that hit him at the doctor's voice. He watched the man look everywhere but at him, and couldn't help the hurt that crept in unannounced and absolutely out of place. The doctor was essentially a stranger, damn it. It made no sense for Taekwoon to feel the way he was.

The nurse came back in with a glass of water and a straw and Taekwoon hadn't realised just how parched his throat was until the first sip. He drained the contents of the glass eagerly and cleared his throat. "Thank you," he managed to utter.

He felt the doctor's eyes on him and was left reeling with the expression that was etched onto the doctor's face. The man looked like he was in pain, so much pain, and Taekwoon felt the sudden urge to gather the doctor in his arms and sing to him softly and card his fingers through his hair.

He shook his head and wished for the tension to go away. He desperately wanted to sit up. The nurse seemed to notice his struggle, because she pressed a button on a side panel that caused the bed to whirr and assume a slanted position, essentially leaving him seated.

"What happened?" he asked, his eyes not straying from the doctor's face which had assumed a blank expression. He still saw the man flinch slightly at his question.

"You were in an accident, Mr Jung. A bus hit your car in the rain, and you hit the divider. You're lucky you were brought in on time," the doctor answered. "Visiting hours will open soon. Your parents and a lot of other people have been waiting for you to regain consciousness,"

"How long was I out for?" Taekwoon shuddered. The last thing he remembered was getting into his car after having finalised the title track for his upcoming album.

"A week," the doctor answered. "Nayoung," he turned to the nurse, "I need to go. Keep an eye on him. Let me or Doctor Kim know if his vitals change. Don't increase the dose of the analgesic. But do let me know if the pain shoots up," and he turned to leave.

Taekwoon panicked. "Doctor," he called out without thought.

The doctor slowly turned back to face him. "Cha Hakyeon," he bowed his head slightly.

Taekwoon stared at him. "Cha Hakyeon," he repeated lowly, and almost felt giddy with how easily the syllables rolled off his tongue. It felt intimate, almost. "Have we met before?"

The doctor, Hakyeon, looked torn. He rocked on his feet and looked away. He took deep breaths, and shook his head minutely. "No," and then he was gone.

Taekwoon couldn't help the ache that settled in his chest so deep, it felt almost as if he was born with it.

His eyelids fluttered closed, the bone deep exhaustion weighing down on him, and he fell into a restless sleep. He dreamt vividly of slanting roofs and gilded roof corners all seemingly taken right out of a period film.

When he came to, he was drenched in a cold sweat. His heart thundered in his chest, blood rushing loudly through his ears and for an agonising second, he found himself to be atop an intricate stone staircase, his knees to the ground and his head bowed, eyes boring into hands that were tainted with something warm and red, almost like blood.

"Taekwoon?"

Taekwoon blinked rapidly and the hospital room came back into focus slowly. His hands were rested at his side and were clean, the small catheters running from his veins to the intravenous fluid bottles aside. Everything stood out in a soft white in a stark reversal from the scorching heat of his dream. The phantom heat of the stone slab digging into his knees was beginning to fade and his breathing had returned to normal.

"Taekwoon, son," a hand, his mother's, cupped his face and swiped at his cheek with the pad of her thumb, concern etched deeply into her frown, her lips turned down slightly. "What did you dream about?"

"Mother," he let out a shuddering breath and pressed his eyes shut, but the memory of the dream threatened to come back to the forefront of his mind and he shook his head to clear it vainly. He leaned into her comforting presence and bit his lip. "It seemed so real," he offered politely.

The frown on his mother's face only deepened, and she sighed. "Those therapy sessions are of no use, are they?"

Taekwoon shrugged, averting his gaze and instead looking at the door to his private ward. "Have you met my doctor?"

She eyed him critically before decidedly pulling towards her a large bag he suspected was filled to the brim with food, and Taekwoon sighed internally. He did not want to talk about his dream and he was glad she took the hint. "Yes, she's a very nice lady. She says you're recovering well, too. Your father and I were very worried when you wouldn't wake up but she assured us you'd be fine," she levelled him with a look that seemed to say she was finally glad he woke up.

"My doctor isn't a woman," he shook his head slightly.

"Of course she is. Doctor Kim, she's your primary surgeon," his mother ladled some chicken soup into a bowl and placed it atop a small table she erected across his thighs. "Have this first,"

Taekwoon obliged, but after a small mouthful, he tapped the end of his soup spoon against the corner of the bowl and frowned into it. "No, my doctor is a man. Cha Hakyeon. I asked him,"

His mother looked at him strangely. He didn't like it in the least. "What?" he asked, scooping more of the soup into the spoon and gulping it to avoid his mother's horrifyingly knowing expression.

She huffed out a laugh and reached out to ruffle the hair atop his head. "I met him, yes. He's your orthopedist, if I remember correctly. Why are you asking me about him?"

Taekwoon grumbled into his bowl. "Only because he looked familiar and I was wondering if I knew him when I was a child or something," he peeked a glance at her, and she was still looking at him with a sparkle in her eye that he did not appreciate in the least. "Don't look at me like that,"

She smiled. "No, you don't know him. Are you sure you're only asking me because he's, ah what did you say, familiar? Or is there more to it?"

Taekwoon looked at her with his mouth hanging open, and feeling thoroughly scandalised.

"What, I can also tell when somebody is handsome, can I not?" she laughed.

Taekwoon decidedly did not answer.

[Because the whole thing didn't fit - part 2]

Hakyeon was absolutely shaken by the time he reached home. It had been a week since Jung Taekwoon had been admitted to their hospital, and it had just as long since Hakyeon managed to sleep without feeling like his body was on fire every second he spent away from the hospital. He didn't understand. He just didn't understand.

He also didn't understand what prompted him to give out his name to a patient so willingly. It went against all his principles to keep his relationship with his patients strictly professional.

Hakyeon had been avoiding looking at his face. He'd managed to check up on him the entire week and not glance at that face that haunted his dreams, had been haunting his dreams since before he can even remember.

He didn't know when the dreams started. He only knew they felt so, so vivid at times, he almost felt the man was palpable, in front of him.

But the man had woken up sometime earlier, and Hakyeon didn't understand why that man's voice seemed to pull at his heart so strongly. And frankly, he couldn't even bring himself to try.

Hakyeon closed the main door shut and blindly moved towards the one room he always remembered to lock, unlocked it and walked in, blindly gripping the wall and switching on the lights.

The lights flickered on to illuminate the plain white room, decked from top to bottom with canvas upon canvas upon canvas, all painted in reds and browns and blacks, all capturing the same face over and over again.

All painted from the memories of his dreams.

The uncanny resemblance of his paintings to Jung Taekwoon shook him.

Hakyeon fell to his knees, and pulled the canvas closest to him and clutched at the edges. One hand rubbed over the face as a lone tear managed to escape the corner of his eye and fell onto the painted cheek, smudging some of the paint.

"Why," his voice cracked, "why does it feel like I have always known you when I have never met you? I hadn't even known the man in my dreams was real. Why do I feel so much anger and resentment towards you?"

He clutched the canvas to his chest and took a deep breath.

"Who are you, Jung Taekwoon?"

OP THIS IS SO GOOD IM SO INVESTED OH MY GOD AHHHH
The feeling when yeon felt the pain.... Meeting for the first time... THE DREAMS?!

Shdjskdj op pls tell me you have more (or headcanons ill take anything) orz

Allo!! I have loads of head canons for this :c this is actually my pet baby project I've been meaning to write down properly but most the motivation to because, no readers for vixx fics nowadays :((

It's a reincarnation thing, actually. Hence the dreams and all. Sorta soulmatey too, but not really. Taek remembers first, what happened in the past. There's gayageum involved.

And because you asked :

When Taekwoon awoke, the room was washed in complete darkness. He sat up and wondered why there was no illumination whatsoever. He knew there was a small lamp on the table beside his hospital bed. He tried to reach over, but his hand simply wouldn't move.

And then he felt it. The heavy iron that chained his feet to the cold, cold ground. The musky smell of a place having seen no sunlight in ages. The dust floating around and settling uncomfortably onto his skin.

He was trapped.

He tested his feet. He stood tentatively and took a few steps forward, only for the very ground underneath him to disappear, and then he was falling, and falling, and falling. Deeper and deeper into darkness.

A scream tore out of his throat.

And then he fell with a soft thud.

"Hakyeon," a bloodcurdling scream reached his ears and his heart almost stopped breathing at the sheer panic that rang through his ears.

Taekwoon blindly stumbled towards the source of the scream, his feet and hands scrambling to get off the floor. He dashed through the sliding door, pushing aside man after man who stepped in in front of him. Wonshik was there, as well, running alongside him with a worried look, a sword clutched in his hands, ready to strike.

Taekwoon didn't stop to consider Wonshik's clothing, even as it registered somewhere at the back of his mind that it was entirely too surreal for Wonshik to be donned in a heavy hanbok, a sword at the ready, a durumagi billowing behind him carelessly.

He didn't know where he was running to, but his body certainly did. He reached a clearing housed with small living quarters, a horde of men dressed similarly to Wonshik stood in a circle, and the centre of the gathering was Hakyeon, lying on the ground, still.

A cry ripped out of Taekwoon's throat at the sight. He fell to his knees, unaware of the tears that had spilled out of the corner of his eyes and pulled Hakyeon to him.

Hakyeon had his eyes closed. His face was pale, but it was still warm, so warm. Taekwoon cradled Hakyeon's head to his chest and looked up at the sky, tears cascading down his face and collecting at the base of his throat.

"Hakyeon," he cried. "I love you, Hakyeon. Please, wake up. Wake up,"

But Hakyeon didn't stir.

He pushed stray hair away from Hakyeon's forehead and pressed a kiss to his temple, and then to his cheeks, and then at the corner of his lips. His tears decorated Hakyeon's and yet he did not move.

Taekwoon couldn't take it. "Hakyeon, I love you. I love you, and I always will. This is what I was afraid of. I don't," he choked on his breath and tears, "I don't know how to breathe without you next to me,"

He took deep, shuddering breaths and closed his eyes. "Maybe in another life, when there are no duties, nor any betrothed, we can be together. I'm so sorry, my love. I failed to protect you. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,"

He lay on the ground next to Hakyeon, ignoring the wetness that surrounded the two, his hands cradling Hakyeon's face and his fingers trailing the curves of it. He didn't take his eyes off of him.

He watched Hakyeon even when he heard shouts around him. He watched Hakyeon even when he was told to move. He watched Hakyeon until the sky became light with approaching dawn. He watched Hakyeon until his eyes became heavy with the weight of endless tears. He watched Hakyeon until he couldn't anymore, and he succumbed to the tiredness that crept up his spine.

All the while, his heart didn't seem to stop beating, and he couldn't help but despise it for persevering.

OMG omg omg OMG!!!!! This is breathtaking!!!!!

Thank you ❤ I'll put it up on ao3, then!

Anon, I LOVE THIS REINCARNATED SOULMATES AU. I had an inkling this was the case when Hakyeon suddenly blacked out with his patient but then again in the operating room! AH, so so good. I hope Hakyeon finds him and they can live happily this time around!

Ahhh I'm so, so glad you liked it! It makes me so happy!! Ykw? I just might wrote the whole thing because y'all have motivated me. I'll put it up on a03

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