VIXXMAS: A VIXX fic party!

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EDIT: The fest is now over!! You can still read through the fills but you can't prompt nor fill anymore in here. There is a claiming post now in case the fillers decide to reveal themselves, so you can give them some love there! 



It's time!! 

Do you feel like writing but can't focus on anything long? Do you have so many ideas that you don't know what to do with them? Are you currently writing something long but you need a quick distraction from it? 

Do you want to have fun writing, just in time for Christmas? 

Then I present you...

 

This fic party is very heavily inspired, with permission, from  alesserrain's Three Sentence Ficathon (thank you! ♥), so if you participated in that before you already got the gist of it! 

For the people who want a refresher or didn't get to participate on those, here are some pointers:

• 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). Some examples:

Hakyeon, learning to walk in heels
Hongbin/Jaehwan, late night practice
Hyuk/Namjoo (Apink), Hyuk finds the first person that can really scare him
Neo, how come Taekwoon is so good at undoing Hakyeon's belt

• Please do warn for prompt or fills that include sensitive content. 


• Prompts can be filled several times!


• If you see a fill you like, tell them :D 


• Tell all your friends, invite them to join! Everyone is welcome! 


• Anon commenting is allowed and IP logging is off. If something gets caught on the spam filter message me here or _vixxmas on twitter!


• The party will last until 23:59 December 24th, Pago Pago time! 


• And the most important one: have fun! 

Comments

Questions, comments, celebratory gifs

[neko_90]

Anything that's not a prompt goes here!

Re: Questions, comments, celebratory gifs

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please delete this for me i made a bloop with the html ;~; https://vixxmas.dreamwidth.org/493.html?thread=37613#cmt37613

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon/Taekwoon, training for Pyeongchang

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Neo, how come Taekwoon is so good at undoing Hakyeon's belt

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They've learned to be fast and quick-thinking in their trysts. Five minutes rutting in the shower before anyone wakes up in the dorms. Ten in Hakyeon's room right after schedules, Taekwoon for the sake of efficiency already wearing his shirts halfway unbuttoned that Hakyeon can lick a wet stripe from the middle of Taekwoon's exposed chest up to his collarbone even before Taekwoon can complain about the structural integrity of Hakyeon's pants. Taekwoon's hand already inside Hakyeon's pants, Hakyeon watching the moue of Taekwoon's mouth as he does complain about not having enough time, and Hakyeon nodding yes, then whispering, enjoying the intense red climbing up the side of Taekwoon's neck: I would've loved to see you kneel and take your time unzipping me with your teeth.

But now, in front of an audience, seeing the same cat-smug expression in Taekwoon's eyes reserved in their most private of moments, Hakyeon thinks perhaps he has trained him too well.

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon/any, putting his make-up skills to good use

Make up artist Hakyeon

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon is dabbing his brush into a pan of neutral blush when he hears a clattering and the door bursts open.

“HYUNG!!” Jaehwan, still clad in his stage clothes, eyes wide shrieks, “EMERGENCY!!! RAVI-SHII ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE AFTER THE SHOW! I NEED YOUR HELP ASAP!!!”

Hakyeon stands speechless, but Hongbin side-eyes Jaehwan; his eyes squinting. “Excuse ME, but Yeonie-hyung is in the middle of fixing me up for my set. I think that holds a little more priority than your little date, Jaehwan-hyung"

Jaehwan gasps affronted and stomps over to the younger man, "LITTLE DATE?! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN DREAMING OF THAT LUMP OF CARAMEL SUGAR?! I CAN'T GIVE HIM ANY CHANCE OF BEING DISAPPOINTED!! SOME OF US AREN'T LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE BORN FLAWLESS!!"

Finally making a move, Hakyeon presses a hand against both their chests. “Hush now, both of you. Binnie, you know how much Jaehwannie has been crushing over Wonsik. This is important for him.
Jaehwannie, I am working. And this does take precedence. But there's plenty of time. It's still hours out from the end of the show. Anyways, you are just as flawless as Binnie. You could show up with running mascara in a burlap sack and Wonsik would still be floored." Hakyeon pauses and a slightly threatening look flashes over his face, "He'd be a fool not to."

-----

After what seems like ages, Jaehwan squirms anxiously in the chair, Hakyeon finally free to work on him. The older man rustles about his make up case alternatively taking out and putting up various powders and creams and sprays. Once he's finally satisfied with his selection Hakyeon takes a quick satisfying breath and turns to face him smiling.

“Let's go for something more innocent.”

Jaehwan blinks, “Uh, really hyung? Shouldn't it be something edgy instead? Or seductive?"

Dabbing his face with a moist cotton swab, Hakyeon starts cleaning his face of stage make up, "Nope, innocent is the best way to go. Or do you not trust my judgment?"

“I DO!” He quirks quickly, “I do, I just really want Ravi-shii to like me. ....don't want him to think I'm boring or anything."

“Aww, my Jaehwannie” Warm arms wrap around him in a comforting hug, “you're perfect. Just be yourself, okay? Now, no more worries or looking at the mirror til I'm done."

Continuing, Hakyeon washes all the product off his face & out of his hair. Drying & pinning up the hair he starts first on the make up.

First dabbing a few drops of moisturizer he massages into the skin, then skips the primer and reaches for the foundations on the table. For on stage he normally puts on something a shade and a half lighter and full coverage, but Jaehwan is lovely even barefaced. If only he'd have a little more confidence in his natural looks, but Hakyeon knows what a childhood of name calling does for your self-esteem and Jaehwan wasn't the most conventionally attractive kid growing up.

He finally settles on a gentle light coverage foundation that's Jaehwan's exact shade. Just a simple base for the rest of the make up.
Then a light contour at the edges of his face, just enough to soften the jaw line. And a simple highlight under his eyes and atop his cheek bones.

Next up the eyes.
A neutral warm tone all over the lid with just a hint of sparkle, a dusty rose pink at the edge of his eyes bringing it slightly into the bottom edge of his waterline as well.
Black is a bit too strong, so Hakyeon instead takes a brown eyeliner to Jaehwan's eyes. Then a touch of glittering shimmer creme at the middle of his waterline, highlighting his aegyo-sa just so.
And a final touch of clear mascara to add volume without the drama.

A lighter shade of the dusty rose makes its way onto his cheeks next with just a touch across the bridge of his nose for a natural flushed look.

Hakyeon picks out a neutral pink for the lips and adds a deeper red on just the center of his lips as if stained red from a cherry popsicle, and a light clear gloss over it all.

The hair is last. He parts it to the side but doesn't put it all up. That's too sophisticated, too formal so instead he lightly curls it back down to frame the forehead. A simple yet still stylish do.


"There, all done. I picked out some clothes for you too already. Now go get changed, you need to meet up with Wonshik soon don't you?"

"Oh my god!! I can't be late!"
Jaehwan jumps up and rushes to change barely giving himself a glance in the mirror. Then heads out to the meeting point. It's not inconspicuous, only just a little out of the way from the majority of other people leaving. Ravi has yet to arrive when he reaches the hallway and Jaehwan breathes a sigh of relief. He leans against the wall and takes a breather for a few moments.

"Jaehwan-ah! Sorry, I was running a lit..." Ravi stops mid-sentence as Jaehwan turns to face him and literally drops his bag from his hands.

-----

"Wow hyung" Hongbin pops up from around the corner that he & Hakyeon are peeping from, "you really knew what to go for."
"Of course! Shikkie may look all big and bad but he's the biggest marshmallow you'll ever find."

(Hakyeon not actually in the pairing, maybe I'll do his pairing if I get around to another installment)

[(Anonymous)]

Hyuk, the ice skater

[(Anonymous)]

Taekwoon, actual magical girl

[(Anonymous)]

neo / au where magical girl thief leo (real name: jung taekwoon) falls in love with his classmate cha hakyeon (alias: n, genius detective pursuing magical girl thief leo). their respective magical talking animal sidekicks are fondly exasperated, minus the fond.

[(Anonymous)]

Vixx/any, most incompetent vampires in the world

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“You go first,” Hakyeon whispers.

“No, you go first,” Taekwoon replies stubbornly, like he has been for the past fifteen minutes.

“For fuck’s sake, can someone, anyone just fucking go,” Hongbin hisses, both hands on the window, keeping it open.

Wonshik sighs, stands up straight and jumps through the open window, cape flying behind him.

Sanghyuk rolls his eyes.

The dramatic effect is ruined by the edges of Wonshik’s cape getting tangled in the window handle. In the end, Wonshik just hangs there for a few seconds, held only by the cape tied around his neck - and thank the dude above whose name he can't say anymore for Hongbin's homicidal tendencies. If Hongbin hadn't tied the strings so hard that Wonshik's airways would be cut off had he still needed them, he would have face-planted the glass tiles on the floor already. Who thought ceiling windows are a good idea?

What Wonshik didn't take into consideration is that flimsy velvet capes are rarely made strong enough to hold a human's - or a vampire's - weight.

"Should we help him?" one of the humans asks. Wonshik stares at him from where he's made a mini crater in the floor, broken glass scattered around him.

There’s a loud slap from somewhere above and a second later, a flurry of dark coats and scarves (but no capes) lands around Wonshik.

"Jongin, I'm pretty sure they’re here to eat us." One of the humans states matter-of-factly. None of them makes a move to run away, however. Wonshik blinks at them, and that's what makes them take a step back - great, his eyes are probably red by now. He squints and decides to keep his eyes that way - if Hakyeon notices the redness he’ll never hear the end of it.

Wonshik coughs. "Can we, like, pretend I was super stealthy and scary and charismatic?"

"Sure thing, man," the human named Jongin says with a smile. He offers Wonshik a hand. "Do you need help with something?"

“With his scattered dignity, probably,” Sanghyuk snickers and Wonshik glares at him. It was probably not the best idea, considering he’s still determined to keep his eyes squinted.

“Um,” the not-Jongin human points at Jaehwan. “Dude, is that glitter on your skin?”

Jaehwan immediately puffs up. “Why yes. I have to look the part.”

"Well," Wonshik starts, finally getting up to dust off his pants - and his cape. Capes are a vital part of a centuries old vampire's image, shut up Sanghyuk. "We were planning to make you our dinner."

"I hate to break it to you, but there’s two of us," the non-Jongin human says calmly, gesturing to Jongin. "And six of you." He still doesn't make any attempt at escaping, though. Wonshik chooses to interpret this as an effect of his deadly vampire charm.

Sanghyuk shrugs. “Yeah, we’re kinda shit at hunting larger groups of people. Or hunting by ourselves.”

“Silence!” Hakyeon shrieks, “We’re supposed to be terrifying and deadly here.”

“I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed long ago,” Hongbin mutters, “possibly last time we hunted when Jaehwan compelled that couple to re-enact that dumb lion-lamb scene from Twilight and you cried.”

“They didn’t know that,” Hakyeon hisses.

The Jongin human stares at them. The other one is trying not to laugh.

“While we’re on the topic of how much you all suck,” Sanghyuk sing-songs, “may I remind you of that time Hongbin’s victim had to coach him through the blood sucking process?”

“She didn’t coach me!” Hongbin squeaks. “She gave me pointers. Not my fault she knew every Anne Rice book by heart, okay? And don’t get me started on how you once attacked that Naruto dude on ComicCon in full Sasuke cosplay.”

Sanghyuk waves a hand dismissively. “That’s called blending in, asshole.”

“Let’s make fanfiction together,” Jaehwan in what he thinks is Sanghyuk’s voice, subtly moving around to find the best spot where the moonlight reflects off his glitter. “My favorite part is how you ended up quoting Naruto at each other with no actual feeding going on.”

“Hey guys,” Wonshik interjects. “I hate to break this, but the humans ran away again.”

Taekwoon looks at each of them, then at the spot where the humans were just a few minutes ago. He looks at Hakyeon, already backing away and getting ready for take off. “Don’t even think about it-”

Hakyeon says nothing, instead shoots off towards the still open window.

“Fuck.” Sanghyuk says with feeling. “We’ll have to get him new cats again.”

[(Anonymous)]

Heist AU and the first time that Hongbin has to crossdress for a job

[(Anonymous)]

I AM ATTACKED. Follow up of , but no reading necessary.





When it came down to it, Hongbin was an excellent thief, more or less. He'd been picking locks since before he could walk, had spent half his time at school fiddling with combination locks, and the other half opening the padlocks on the school cabinets just to lock them again. His friend's first date had been on the school roof—after hours, courtesy of Hongbin and five seconds of work. There wasn't an analogue safe that hadn't eventually fallen open to Hongbin's nimble fingers, even if 'eventually' sometimes meant weeks, if not months.

Excellent forger too. As Sanghyuk had pointed out.

Two major and five minor jobs in, Hongbin finally understood what Sanghyuk had meant when he'd said that it'd be useful to have someone pretty join their rag tag gang of thieves.

"No. Nope. Absolutely not." Hongbin held his arms in front of him in an X that should have conveyed how much 'nope' was in there, if the absolute vehemence and denial in his voice did not.

"Be grateful for the opportunity," Hakyeon said a little waspishly. Hongbin glowered at him, and Hakyeon give him the stink eye right back.

"Jeez hyung, you just need to stand there and look pretty, you don't even need to talk or anything," Sanghyuk said.

"I don't even look like a woman." Hongbin could feel himself getting hysterical again. It was uncomfortably reminiscent of the first time he'd met Sanghyuk.

"Well, that's what Wonsik's here for," Hakyeon said.

Hongbin snapped about so fast he'd probably given himself whiplash. Wonsik held out his hands in a concillatory gesture, like he could absolve himself of all blame.

"I had a lot of practice with my sister?" Wonsik said tentatively.

"This was not in the job description." Hongbin crossed his arms over his chest, as if his chest needed protecting.

"There wasn't really one," Sanghyuk said, grinning far too cheekily that little brat.

"I was blackmailed into this," Hongbin grumbled. "I was blackmailed when my defences were down from Taekwoon's crazy driving."

"Oh now you admit Taekwoon's driving is crazy?" Hakyeon narrowed his eyes at Hongbin in a way Hongbin might normally have found terrifying, but was currently a point of non consequence in the face of the impending reality that Hongbin would, very likely, be stepping outside, very soon, in a dress.

"A skirt, hyung," Sanghyuk corrected, like it made all the difference.

Hongbin cast about him for help, but Jaehwan and Taekwoon had made themselves suddenly scarce, and had been all day. Traitors. Although Jaehwan would've been the opposite of help anyway.

"First of all—"

"There is no first of all," Hakyeon said, cutting Hongbin off.

"First of all, since when has the 'pretty girl distracts guard and bad guys sneak in' trick ever worked—"

"It does, as long as you don't do it too often."

"Secondly, I don't look like a woman." Hongbin groaned and put his face in his hands.

"In other words, you have no objections! Perfect, now come here and see how this fits," Hakyeon said. He grabbed Hongbin by the wrists, tugging it away from his face, his grip unfortunately strong. Hongbin might've been surprised at first at how much wiry strength Hakyeon packed into that tiny body of his, but now he accepted it as a boon when used on others, and a big, fat, why me when it was directed at him. Like it was now.

"I have objections," Hongbin said as he was pulled towards the garments lying on the couch. It sounded weak to his own ears.

"No reasonable ones," Hakyeon said.

At some point, even the lamb led to slaughter accepts their fate. Even if their fate was a black, sequined miniskirt. Especially if their fate also involved an apparent best friend, armed with a full arsenal of make-up.



-



"Damn, that's hot." Jaehwan whistled appreciatively as they met up at their agreed rendezvous point.

Hongbin grimaced and tugged the skirt down as far as it would go without losing its precarious hold around his hips.

"Very pretty," Taekwoon agreed. "Prettier than Hakyeon."

Hongbin wanted to scream.

"Nice legs, noona," Sanghyuk just had to go ahead and add.

Hongbin indulged himself in a very quiet, very short, very frustrated scream. He was not usually the screaming type. He also wasn't usually wearing a dress. A skirt.

As much as he hated to admit it, the outfit was tasteful. Sheer black stockings under a navy skirt that ended midway down his thighs. A pink and white striped sweater, as big as the ones that Jaehwan enjoyed drowning himself in—that was apparently Taekwoon's. The sleeves hung past the tips of his fingers, and it made his shoulders—broad for a woman—matter less. Wonsik clearly had had a lot of practice—Hongbin's jawline was softened, his cheeks rounded, a few hints of shadow changing the set of his cheekbones. Hongbin had always been fair-skinned, and a few touches of blush made him look just as pretty as any other girl. His dark brown wig curled about the sides of his face, ending just past his shoulders. It shadowed any lingering harshness that his very manly jawline might have imposed.

If Hongbin hadn't known any better—if Hongbin hadn't been staring into a mirror—he could admit that they were rather pretty, for a girl.

"Alright. Alright, so the plan is, I go, pretend to be mute, and lost, and then you lot slip in?" Hongbin grasped at something that might resemble normalcy. Not that 'we're about to break into a museum and steal some dumb piece of art' was any sort of normal that a normal person would accept as normal, but as far as Hongbin was concerned, that was very normal. Especially at this moment.

"You're pretty," Taekwoon said again. He seemed a little star-struck. Hongbin tried not to think about what it meant.

"If you're quite done, we're on a schedule here," Hakyeon hissed through their ear-pieces.

Taekwoon sighed heavily, Jaehwan sighed dramatically, Sanghyuk laughed. Hongbin had already wrenched his ear piece off, so he didn't know what Wonsik's opinion was. He sure as hell hoped it was a bit more sympathetic.

"Just this once," Hongbin hissed over his shoulder, as he pushed out the door.

"Whatever you say, noona," Sanghyuk said.

Turned out that not only did Hongbin make an excellent thief, he also made a very convincingly attractive woman.

That, however, was not a cause for celebration for him. For him.

He couldn't speak for anyone else, and he fucking hated it.

[(Anonymous)]

neo/friends to enemies to lovers au/hitman au

[(Anonymous)]

ravi/hyuk, music and lyrics

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon, the time traveler

[(Anonymous)]

Today’s diary:

This age is exactly as books say it is and much more. Nobody ever wrote how beautiful are the sunsets from here or how magical the clouds look. It’s amazing how much difference a hundred years can make.

I hope you like the picture I’m sending. I used my best pose with the best view I saw today.

*


I met someone today. He saw me posing to take the picture I’m sending and gave me some tips that made the camera work so much better with the light here. There’s so much light during the day! It’s beautiful. And very very warm.

I wish you could be here to feel it.

*


I travelled to another part of the country, near the sea. It was so beautiful, the sounds exactly like the ones from the movies. And the smell, mom, was so rich. I could almost taste the sea.

I met this boy again. I don’t think he saw me but he was alone, taking pictures of other people around, and the sea. He was so cool. If only I could see his photos too. Maybe he even took a picture of me.

*


You won’t believe what just happened. This guy -- he helped me again! Apparently I was taking a picture of something that you need to ask permission for, and I was about to get taken away! Thankfully he appeared and talked to the guys that were trying to take me away and talked in my favor. I am not really sure what he said, but it worked.

His name is Hongbin, mom. You’d like him, I’m sure.

*


I met with Hongbin today. He said he had something to show me. I was scared at first, he didn't give me any clues! But it was a beautiful, beautiful garden, full of flowers I hadn’t seen even on dad’s textbooks.

I know that I shouldn't get too friendly with people in this time, that this is only temporal, but it's fine, it's just him being nice.

He barely paid attention to me anyway. Every time I looked at him he was busy fiddling with his own camera, and he refused to let me see any of the pics he had taken.

*

Hakyeon is sitting in Hongbin's bed, amazed, looking around and trying to commit everything to memory. For when he's not there anymore, his mind supplies, but he ignores it. Hongbin is right beside him, a computer in his lap, probably the best one could find in this age, and is explaining him the mechanics of this game he likes. His voice gets different when he talks about it, he notices.

Hakyeon sits impossibly closer and listens.

*

At some point, Hakyeon doesn't really remember how, they end up kissing, the computer laying forgotten on the floor.

There are hands on his hair and his hips and he feels like it's floating and Hakyeon doesn't want to leave.

It's possible that it's that what makes him say his next words.

"Come home with me"

*

It's never as easy as that. First he has to explain to a dumbfounded Hongbin, when, actually, his home is.

"Are you crazy?" is the reaction that he's met with.

Hakyeon shouldn't be surprised, it sounds crazy after all.

*

On his last minutes there, before travelling back home, Hakyeon wonders. He told Hongbin when he would be leaving, and where would he be when he did, but as seconds tick closer to the time, Hakyeon doubts he's going to come.

The portal opens, just like it should, and then, right before he steps in, a voice stops him.

"Oh my god you were really going to go without me."

cw: guns

[(Anonymous)]

neo / this fanart. reversing roles is also a+ (or whatever otp(+) tickles your fancy)

[(Anonymous)]

Jaehwan/Wonshik, Prince AU - secret dating

[(Anonymous)]

These kind of parties are almost routine for him, a duty that he can't pass on, but one that doesn't require him to be involved very much, and so, he observes, and listens.

Wonshik is distracted, watching his sister talk with some foreign diplomat when he picks up a voice. The voice of a person he wasn't expecting to meet tonight. Painfully close.

He doesn't dare to turn around, not when there are so many people watching them, but oh, he wishes. He wishes and listens to his every word, hoping to hear something directed to him. So focused he startles, surprised, when he feels a hand against his own. It feels dangerous, daunting in the best way possible to be doing this in a room with so many people, but Wonshik doesn't hesistate, locking their fingers together.

Wonshik can hear him almost stutter, recovering quickly, and smiles to himself as he feels his hand being squeezed softly in retaliation.

All good things must come to an end though, as Wonshik feels Jaehwan untangle his hand as smoothly as he arrived. But it's only then when Wonshik notices something slip from it onto his hand.

He can almost hear Jaehwan's voice telling him to wait, wait until he's far away so there's less chance of getting caught, remembers the feeling of the cool sheets on his back and the way he was tickling his arm as he did, and laughs a little to himself, because Wonshik has never been good at being patient.

As he opens the note, his smile widens and suddenly, as he has a new objective for the night, he's not so distracted anymore.

"Meet me by the roses in five minutes.

P.S. Didn't I tell you to wait?
P.P.S. If we get caught I'm leaving you and you'll never hear me sing again no matter how much you beg.
P.P.P.S. I'm kidding. Mostly. I love you."

[(Anonymous)]

VIXX/any, Leverage (http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Series/Leverage) AU

[(Anonymous)]

Snow white!Hakyeon, receiving the wake up kiss from an unexpected character

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon/any Hakyeon prancing around in short-shorts

[(Anonymous)]

Taekwoon falls in love with a painting

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They spoke of muses like they spoke of gods. Fleeting, ephemeral, unobtainable, and absolute. They all had their gods—there wasn't an artist without a muse.

Taekwoon's brush lingered hesitantly against the canvas, his fingers light in their hold on the handle, wood smooth and worn. It left a trail of pale blue, a line of sunlight in the background.

Taekwoon's muse came to him in his dreams and hovered by his shoulder in the day. Taekwoon's muse would hold him with his arms about his waist, his chest warm against his back. Taekwoon's muse was tan skinned with soft features and sharp eyes.

"You are not him," Taekwoon said softly. His words echoed back to himself.

The painting, his creation, the love spilled from his heart to the canvas, answered him in silence, but with eyes unwavering as a god's, his features sharp in profile.

[(Anonymous)]

Wonshik/any, modern day Snow white AU

[(Anonymous)]

VIXX/any?, the brotherhood of the shared leather jacket

[(Anonymous)]

The jacket looked like it had seen better days. The smell, on the other hand, was from another century entirely. As if something had crawled in, died there, and proceeded to haunt the lining of the leather jacket with its vile presence. Sanghyuk held it out to Hongbin like it was some kind of major year-end award.

"We heard your presscon for your drama is in a week," Sanghyuk said until Hakyeon coughed right outside Hongbin's door and he amended with, "As maknae I am honored to pass this jacket for you to wear for good luck."

"So I could get fired from my job? What?" Hongbin wished his hands were made of metal tongs so he wouldn't have his skin directly touching the thing.

"All of our hyungs sweat, tears, and hopes are in this jacket. So you won't feel so alone standing in front of the public. The rest of VIXX are with you, hyung," Sanghyuk continued, lifeless, as if he's reading off straight from a teleprompter. The shadow by Hongbin's door moved on and Hongbin leaned in.

"Has it ever been clean though?"

"Never," Sanghyuk whispered back.

"Have you even worn this?"

Sanghyuk nodded. "A year ago during winter. On top of all my layers."

"Hyung is totally making me clean this so he can wear it again, right?"

"Yes."

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon/any, inspired in this CRJ song

[(Anonymous)]

Wonshik & Ondongie in wizard of oz

[(Anonymous)]

Hongbin, his worst nightmare becoming true

[(Anonymous)]

At five, it was the shadow under Hongbin’s bed.

Eleven, it was having to talk in front of the class about his project. He couldn’t eat anything the night before and even the morning of that day. His hands shook so hard he kept dropping his notes.

Fifteen, not making it to the school’s basketball team or having to stop playing basketball at all. When their family doctor had told them about his lungs, it was his sister who went to the varsity coach to tell him that Hongbin’s quitting for the year. He hasn't been able to face him properly since.

Nineteen, a respected sunbae telling him he couldn’t sing.

At twenty-four, it seemed silly, all very silly: the sticky clamminess of Hongbin's palms, the cold sharp stone behind his ribcage, his inability to look away from the tv screen. He wanted to tell Sanghyuk maybe it was better to watch one of those silly children's cartoons instead. He couldn't open his mouth.

"I'm good right?" Hakyeon nudged at Hongbin, pointing at his scene, at his own half-naked body unmoving under the morgue lights with a bruised mouth and a bruised neck, looking cold and dead and Hongbin thinking this is what it would look like, this is what would finally break him, "It was freezing and I stayed like that for the whole hour!"

If Hakyeon thought it strange that Hongbin hovered around him for the next few days, checking on him with accidental touches and brush-offs, he didn't show it.

[(Anonymous)]

Any, Hakyeon/Wonshik/Hongbin and Taekwoon/Jaehwan/Sanghyuk work for opposite mafia families

neo mafia au

[(Anonymous)]

collapse

[(Anonymous)]

Hakyeon/Wongeun and the mysterious friendship bracelet