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Feeling the summery itch of a VIXX fic at your fingertips? Muse on temporary leave, but by all spirits there must exist VIXX in togas or VIXX in an angsty gladiatorial match against each other? Or have you watched the conception art video and shortly thereafter mourned the loss of VIXX as dark magicians? (Me).

In celebration of VIXX's 4th anniversary and their various concepts (the conception art video sobs, magiciaaaaaaans where art thou), also in the continuing tradition of brevity and bashing writer's block on the head with a keyboard, I'm hosting the VIXX four three sentence ficathon second round!

(For the even longer storied past please check out the intro from last year's ficathon here.)

Short Version

  • ALL VIXX members, pairings, and crossovers welcome! (As long as one-half of the pairing is a VIXX member)

  • Prompt format: characters(s)/pairing, prompt word/sentence (or link to graphic or music). Only one prompt per comment please.

Leo, suddenly turned into an actual hamster
Ravi/Hyuk, only for the money
Ken/Sandeul (B1A4), duet

  • Fills of three sentences minimum (or four, or five, sometimes it just keeps on going huh?)

  • Multiple fills of the same prompt is encouraged!

  • Please provide appropriate warnings for prompts/fills with mature or sensitive content like noncon and dubcon. List of other things to warn for here.

  • You can post prompts/fills anon or un-anon. IP logging is off (just message/mention/DM me if your stuff got caught in the spam filter and I hadn't gotten to it for hours)

  • You can cross-post whenever and wherever you want.

  • Ficathon closes Thursday, June 30, 2016, Pago Pago time.

  • Old or new to fandom, it doesn't matter. Just jump in, prompt and write those three sentences! Have fun!



Edit: Claiming post here to keep track of your fills!

Edit 2: Some anon prompts/fills might be accidentally marked as spam by lj. if your comment got caught in the spam filter just message me and I'll fix it :D - message from your friendly neighborhood host

Edit 3: AAAAAAAAAND THAT'S IT WE'RE DONE THAT'S A WRAP FOLKS! This post will now be closed to new prompts and fills. Thank you both anons and not-anons for chiming in with their prompts, ficnons for filling to their heart's content and giving us wonderful drabbles and aus, and for readers for, well, reading and commenting :D We've reached over 900 comments in about 20 days isn't that amazing? (That is the only stats I can do at this point haha). So thank you to the generous peeps for sharing their writing! And to the generous tlist who've participated and spread the word! (And now I will close up shop. But claiming post will remain open!)
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VIXX's characters in dramas etc

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vixx, dark magic

Date: 2016-06-09 11:04 pm (UTC)
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It starts at the tips of Hakyeon's fingers, crawling its way up his arms, blackening his veins and turning his flesh decrepit - he begins to decay right before their eyes. The fear that this was a mistake, that ever attempting to bring someone back was beyond them, unacceptable, that this magic was forbidden for a reason reared its ugly head once more, their false sense of security shattered.

All magic required balance, after all, and bringing back a life meant giving one up - they knew this, had taken the risk anyway, but never thought they would truly lose Hakyeon. Now, they can only stand by helplessly as he withers away.

Jaehwan reaches out a hand, face stricken, fingers brushing against Hakyeon's and lets out a strangled sobbed when he disintegrates to dust beneath his touch.

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n/leo, adrift

Date: 2016-06-10 02:28 am (UTC)
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Taekwoon has a list of people to kill.

Hongbin's probably last on the list because he, while annoying, at least took him fishing once so Taekwoon's not going to completely starve on this godforsaken island. On that note, Wonshik is a bit higher up on the list because he's the one who even suggested a, "Nice getaway to an exotic island in the middle of nowhere because that's where everyone goes these days, hyung. You've got to be on trend." Wonshik and his fucking trends.

Jaehwan and Sanghyuk are around the same place on the list, hovering between second and third, thanks to their idea of a honeymoon gift: two non-refundable tickets to a couples cruise. A cruise that sounds nice until Taekwoon discovers that its main event is a couples retreat that drops him off on an empty island with nothing but a bottle of water and the number one person he wants to kill right now.

"Woonie! Isn't this so much fun? Look at all this sand, and the sparkling water!" Hakyeon runs to him, immediately tugging him into a hug. "This is the best honeymoon ever!"

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vixx, petty as greek gods

Date: 2016-06-14 10:47 am (UTC)
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As gods, they were used to being idolized by the people, worshiped even. They were, in human terms, all that. The bees knees, the big thing.

("I think 'the bees knees' went out of fashion around thirty years ago, gramps." Sanghyuk smirked, ducking a wayward arrow courtesy of Hakyeon.

"Oh shush, you know how hard it is to keep up with what's in vogue every millenia!")

Then again, times had changed. Years had passed, and eventually people moved on from their gods. They idolized pop stars now, followed every trend obsessively as if these commoners could save them with their catchy bops and synchronized dancing.

("Well, they are pretty catchy." Wonshik admitted, only for Taekwoon to whack him on the back of the head with his shield.)

But really, was a little respect too much to ask?

"I am going to incinerate them--" Jaehwan seethed, and oh fuck, that definitely wasn't a good place to put the lightning bolt--

"You can't deny that it's genius though." Sanghyuk was sitting on his throne, sipping some of Jaehwan's wine and enjoying the chaos around him. "I wish I had thought of it."

"You're not exactly helping..." Hongbin said from his spot as Wonshik tried to placate the wine god, patting his hyung on the back with murmured reassurances. Jaehwan's lower lip trembled dangerously, pointing an accusing finger at the figures below.

"They drew a penis on my statue's forehead-- I'm incinerating their city and that's final--- let me go, Wonshik--"



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vixx, produce 101

Date: 2016-06-09 10:51 pm (UTC)
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"I'm here, I'm here," Hongbin says, rushing from the kitchen, popcorn bowl in his hands and sitting between Hakyeon, who has his butt on the edge of the couch, and the armrest. "Did I miss anything?"

"Nope, you still can change your bet," Hyuk mumbles distractedly, reaching for the bowl from where he's sitting by Hakyeon's other side, "he hasn't said a word yet, so I maybe he won't cry at all."

Hongbin looks at Hakyeon, at how tense he is and how he doesn't notice anything but the TV in front of them, how his hands grip the edges of the couch and how he doesn't seem to notice he's doing that either, his eyes already welling up from the emotion and how much these girls have worked (Hakyeon's words, not his), and he smirks, looks at Hyuk. "Don't worry, he will."

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n/hyuk, tiptoes

Date: 2016-06-09 11:46 pm (UTC)
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Sanghyuk's still in the kitchen, tinkering with the coffee machine, convincing himself to try and stay awake instead of sleep for only three hours before their next schedule, when he hears the telltale signs of Hakyeon waking up. He stays, bent over the machine, as he listens to the quiet footsteps - tiptoeing out of his room and shutting it quietly, habits long engraved from the years he shared his room, shuffling to the bathroom, the sound of the tap coming on, before finally he hears Hakyeon approaching.

Sanghyuk wants to turn around - wants to say something like good morning, or send Hakyeon back to his room with an I'll make you coffee, hyung, but his tongue sits heavy in his mouth and he can't bring himself to do anything except grunt when Hakyeon pushes him aside to get to the coffee machine.

He expects a neck chop or an iron grip around his waist but only gets a, "Why are you still up?" which he can only respond to with a helpless shrug.

Hakyeon squints at him and Sanghyuk looks away, poses his own question, "I thought we still had a few hours to rest?"

"I have a schedule," Hakyeon tells him, attention diverted and Sanghyuk's shoulders droop - it's been many mornings since they've had breakfast together as a group, many mornings since hes seen Hakyeon in general.

"Go back to bed Sanghyuk-ah," Hakyeon says, approaching. Sanghyuk wants to get upset and tell him to call him Hyogi instead but he's not a child anymore, he doesn't want to throw tantrums - not around Hakyeon. He's about to refuse, maybe finally answer that coffee when Hakyeon finally touches him, places a warm hand on the back of his neck and stand on his tip toes to place a kiss against Sanghyuk's forehead. He forgets to breathe at all in the following moments, skin tingling, aflame, chest tight and eyes wide as he watches a smile grow hesitantly across Hakyeon's face before he's moving away. "Sleep. I'll call you when you have to wake up."

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n/jackson, olympics au

Date: 2016-06-09 06:52 pm (UTC)
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It was good to meet as friends, but it was even better to meet on the piste, when it was more than just their blades that crossed, when the true battle was the one between their minds, between two people who’d learned far more about each other than just within the bounds of this game of chess.

It’s true, there’s a bit more pressure on them than usual, than practice—'a bit' might be a tad of an understatement, given that they’re representing their countries here—but neither of them have gotten this far by crumpling under pressure on the piste. Besides "loser buys dinner", Jackson’d mouthed, as they’d made their way to the piste, and just this once, Hakyeon had no intention of paying.

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ravi/ken, touchy

Date: 2016-06-20 04:46 pm (UTC)
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jaehwan wonders what it means.
he wonders what it means when wonshik takes his hand into his own, tracing the irregular life line with his index.
wonders what wonshik really wants to say when he lets his head fall on jaehwan's shoulders in the van, pretending he's fast asleep (jaehwan knows very well that he isn't).
he asks himself if there's a meaning to wonshik's thumb gently stroking his skin whenever they're too close, if there's something more than just a need for contact in the way he plays with his hair sometimes.
he wonders if the little kisses to his neck (it doesn't happen all that much, but they're there) could mean something, something alike to that warm feeling that wonshik gives him whenever they touch.
he hopes that wonshik tells him with words one day, but it's okay for now -- for now, those little touches are all that he needs.

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Date: 2016-06-09 05:01 pm (UTC)
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leo/any, would you like fries with that

Date: 2016-06-15 03:19 am (UTC)
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"This is the third time this week, Taekwoon hyung." Jaehwan sighed. "I know it's not exactly ideal, but Wonshik's on leave, and neither Hongbin nor Sanghyuk can do a double-shift. You can't keep scaring our customers away."

Taekwoon merely sat on his chair, face impassive before he nodded. Jaehwan reached out to pat his friend on the shoulder, sighing in relief.

"I swear, you're a total lifesaver! I'll treat you to lattes for a month, how does that sound?"


So that was how Jung Taekwoon wound up on counter duty at Burger King for the third straight day. It had been a good idea at the time, but now he wasn't exactly sure. He wasn't even this type of person; he wasn't so easily bought by worldly possessions.

But then again, he had sold out for coffee so maybe he needed to rethink his life choices---

"Hello!" Oh, a customer-- and oh shoot, it was Cha Hakyeon from his statistics class-- abort, mission abort-- "Oh, Taekwoonie! I didn't know you worked here, you look so cute in that vest!"

"Hello, welcome to Burger King." He can't believe that his first proper conversation with his attractive classmate is about what he'd like to order. "What would you like to order?"

"I'll have the Four-Cheese Jr. Whopper please."

"Okay."

"Taekwoonie, you forgot to ask whether I would like any fries with that." This was just getting more embarrassing by the minute. Taekwoon sighed, his cheeks turning slightly pink in embarrassment.

"Would you like any fries with that?" Hakyeon nodded approvingly, smiling.

"Yes, please." An awkward pause followed that before Taekwoon realized that he was supposed to get Hakyeon's order, fumbling a little as he typed the order in the system. How was he going to survive this--

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n/lee wongeun, florist au

Date: 2016-06-09 11:56 pm (UTC)
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He comes in every morning, 9:00 am on the dot and every morning, like clockwork, Wongeun's palms start sweating at 8:59. His miniature grandfather clock gives a chime with the turn of the over and Wongeun looks up, smile bright and at the ready, back straight and chest puffed out - more in anticipation and because he's holding his breath than anything else. Hakyeon's entrance always looks magical, the light streaming in behind him and skin golden among the flowers he seems to float through on his path to Wongeun's place behind the counter.

But today, the door doesn't swing open at nine. Or at nine-fifteen. Or even at ten. Wongeun wilts, gets annoyed with himself for being so smitten - with a customer! A customer he barely knows, regardless of their easy banter and the lingering, extra ten minutes Hakyeon always stays in his store, by his side.

He doesn't perk up for the rest of the day, no matter how silly he tells himself he's being. It's near closing when he hears another customer enter but can't be bothered to turn around with a cheery good afternoon! keeping his back to the counter until the customer decides to approach him themselves. Usually they just want roses anyway, or to just take a few pictures for their instagrams.

"So is this how you treat all your other customers?" a familiar voice floats over to him and Wongeun's heart shoots into his throat as he turns around to be greeted by the familiar cheshire grin Hakyeon loves to wear, "I guess I must be special then."

Wongeun fights down a blush, a grin, the obvious, probably-visible uplifting of his entire being, attempts to remain casual as he asks, "I thought you weren't coming in today, Hakyeon-ssi?"

"Hyung," Hakyeon corrects, fingers tapping on the counter. His gaze gets more bashful, eyes flickering away to his fingers and smile softening, "I figured I'd come in later today. In the hopes that maybe you'd like to get coffee after work?"

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n/leo, magician au

Date: 2016-06-23 08:48 am (UTC)
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In the long list of acceptable creatures to summon for his final exam, Taekwoon was fairly certain that "incubus" had not been one of them, and yet...

"Why, hello there," the demon purred, batting his eyes flirtatiously at Taekwoon as he stepped out of the summoning circle. "It's been a very long time since I was summoned by someone as gorgeous as you."

Taekwoon could only stand stock still in shock as the demon circled around him slowly, a shiver running down his spine at the way the demon's eyes wandered all over him.

When the demon re-appeared in Taekwoon's line of sight, he was wearing a satisfied grin. He leaned into Taekwoon's personal space and whispered, "The name's Hakyeon, and I hope you won't mind me sticking around for a while."

Taekwoon wasn't sure if he should hate himself for the way his next exhale shuddered.

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lee wongeun/n/jisoo, betrayal

Date: 2016-06-09 09:14 pm (UTC)
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The only logical way Hakyeon can think of to get back at Jisoo and Wongeun is to stage A Solitary Intervention; it makes sense in his mind when he comes up with it in the middle of the night, quite literally jumping awake and mumble-yelling "I’m gonna get my revenge!" before he promptly falls back on his pillow.

Two weeks later, The Solitary Intervention is underway as Hakyeon spams their KakaoTalk group chat with half a dozen pictures of himself enjoying pleasant solo dates across Seoul, taken across the past couple days — he’s made sure to visit Jisoo’s favorite naengmyun restaurant and Wongeun’s favorite indie florist shop, basking in the priceless feeling of getting back at them through their favorite things — and he’s quite certain that he’s going to succeed, that this will make them regret all the times they betrayed him and went on outings without him because even if Hakyeon really was busy, rescheduling is a Thing that exists.

Fifteen minutes later, Hakyeon must admit defeat and forget all past betrayal occurrences: Jisoo walks into the coffeeshop he’d sent the pictures from, Wongeun in tow, both wearing matching grins on their faces, as Hakyeon can only stare and sputter, cursing himself for choosing to date two stealthy jerks who know him inside-out and knew he’d be enjoying an iced oolong tea from his second favorite coffee shop in the vicinity of Jelpi’s on such a hot summer day.

apologies for run-on sentences, rlly wanted to keep it down to 3 u__u

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vixx, fanboy

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"I'm your biggest fan!" Hakyeon almost squeals, holding his hands up over his mouth with fingers tucked in as if for safety, as if he, "can't believe I'm really here! ...In your bedroom."

Taekwoon cringes, leaping up off the mattress, words quiet but firm as he says, "I can't do this, I can't play pretend in this way, I couldn't just invite a fan into my bed."

"Good job I'm not someone you barely know then, isn't it?" Hakyeon replies, taking it in his stride and kissing Taekwoon throughly before pushing him back down onto the bed.

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n/anyone, pet cafe

Date: 2016-06-09 11:44 pm (UTC)
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"I can't believe you're jealous because they like me more than you," Hakyeon laughs, soft against Taekwoon's ear, poking playfully at Taekwoon's arm, happier than he's been lately.

That's not it, Taekwoon wants to say, because that's not it at all, because it would be stupid, but the real reason is not something he can say out loud, not yet, so he huffs and looks away from his smile.

You're not paying attention to me, he thinks, the words repeating over and over, but he knows he sounds childish and stupid, so instead he goes to buy them something to drink and admires from afar how for once his smile seems to reach his eyes.
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hakyeon, oversized clothes

Date: 2016-06-10 02:13 am (UTC)
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"That's mine."

Hakyeon turns around, eyebrow raised because Taekwoon normally doesn't speak in the morning unless he's had an acceptable amount of coffee in him. Hakyeon tries to hide the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips, failing miserably as he fights to keep his tone neutral. "Come again?"

"That's my sweater." Taekwoon repeats, and Hakyeon is both startled and pleased when there's a warm presence behind him, sturdy arms wrapping around his waist. It's rare when Taekwoon instigates the touching, even more so when he rests his head against Hakyeon's back.

"Well, I hope you don't mind if I borrowed it. It's comfy."

"You look small in it." A soft laugh escapes Hakyeon's lips, looking down at Taekwoon's arms around his waist. True, the black sweater is more suited to Taekwoon's build and the sleeves go way past his arms, but Hakyeon doesn't really mind at all.

And he knows for a fact that Taekwoon doesn't either.

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Hongbin/Any, Pygmalion and Galatea

Date: 2016-06-14 08:37 pm (UTC)
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Sanghyuk had been crying at his feet for hours. Hongbin could feel the tingle in his fingers, the need to move and soothe him, hold him, tell him that everything was going to be alright.
Sanghyuk kept apologizing, repeating the same words as he moved slowly his thumb over Hongbin's ankle, and although the power of self delusion is strong, he wasn't able to trick his mind that the rock that he was touching was Hongbin smooth, warm skin.

Hakyeon was watching from the door, his slim figure hidden behind some other of his husbands statues. He knew it was for the best. That stupid piece of rock was back where it belonged. Cold, static, heartless and far away from his husband's arms.

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Date: 2016-06-09 07:34 pm (UTC)
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vixx&eunji; meddling

Date: 2016-06-10 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] taek-givewoon.livejournal.com
Taekwoon's phone is out of his hands before he can blink, and Eunji ducks into the women's bathroom behind them before he can make any sort of attempt at taking it back.

He considers going in after her for a second, but this is the MBC building, and he doesn't want to make any headlines or weird blind items for the company to deal with. Today's been bad enough already. Everyone in the group was over-tired and ready to snap and Taekwoon was the one to lose his cool first. He'd gone so far as to leave the waiting room to burn off his frustration and it hadn't been working but Eunji stopped him in the hallway and made him talk. That hadn't really been working to pacify him either but now that she's left him to glower outside a washroom he's too caught up in embarrassment to be angry.

A clump of rookies pass him by on their way to the toilets and he catches their skeptical looks before they greet him. Taekwoon greets back, avoiding their eyes, and when he looks up again Eunji's taken their place in the hallway. She's holding his phone out to him and smiling one of her knowing smiles that makes Taekwoon feel like he's the younger friend between the two of them.

"I told them that you're in the building, you've calmed down, and you'd like to apologize," she says as Taekwoon grabs his phone back. "Anything else, you'll have to say for yourself."

Taekwoon doesn't even know what to say now, honestly.

After a moment of baffled silence on Taekwoon's part, Eunji sighs at him and pats the side of his arm.

"Come on, get going back to your waiting room. I've done the hard part and admitted you were wrong for you, all you have to do is get your mouth working, and I know it works!"

Taekwoon swallows and says the first thing that comes to mind: "You didn't have to do that."

"Sure I did," Eunji's smile is a little wider this time, a little more playful. "You're my friend, so I have to make sure you get along with my other friends, right?"

"Okay," Taekwoon answers dazedly. He's pretty sure there are more pressing reasons for him to be getting along with his bandmates, but there's no use arguing with Eunji.

She outright shoves him towards his waiting room this time, saying something that Taekwoon doesn't catch, so he looks back questioningly but she just huffs and pushes at him again.

"Thank me later!" she says, as if that's what it looked like Taekwoon was asking about.

That's a little annoying, but Taekwoon doesn't feel actually angry anymore and she was right about doing the hard part for him, so he makes a mental note to thank her anyways.

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n/leo, the soulbond didn't take

Date: 2016-06-11 11:29 pm (UTC)
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It didn't work. The spell that would bind them together, two distant hearts finally as one. It didn't work, so Hakyeon is left staring emptily at Taekwoon's broad back while he forever stares at another.

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leo/hyuk, sore loser

Date: 2016-06-21 01:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] candyguts.livejournal.com
"you're so cheating," taekwoon says spiteful, that one vein in his forehead visibly bulging out.
"relax, grandpa," sanghyuk doesn't even need to tear his eyes away from the monitor for his words to hit taekwoon like daggers, the ones used by his video game character, sharp and jeering.
"you can't even cheat at this game."
"whatever," taekwoon tries to drop it, face red as a tomato and eyebrows furrowed in what seems to be extreme concentration.
"i'm gonna kick your ass this time."
sanghyuk chuckles, hands fiddling with the controller and a grin on his face.
"we'll see."

three hours and a dozen re-matches later ("just another one, sanghyuk! i'm gonna win, i can feel it in my fucking bones!"), taekwoon is splayed on the armchair, head between his hands and little feet stomping on the ground.
"just another one!" he whines, words dripping with an exasperation so deep that it almost feels ridiculous.
"fine, gramps," sanghyuk sighs, adjusting himself into a more comfortable position on the floor.
"just promise you will stop throwing the controller on the floor," he whines, resigned. "or else i'll make you pay for it."
"yeah, yeah. i told you," taekwoon says, getting his controller back from the floor. "i'm gonna win this time."
(sanghyuk lets him.)

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Date: 2016-06-09 09:24 pm (UTC)
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Any, Leo gets turned into a hamster.

Date: 2016-06-10 07:13 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"I am going to kill all of you," Taekwoon says—except all he manages is an angry chatter.

"That was so adorable," Hakyeon coos, and Wonsik gives him a look of disbelief.

"You think nearly biting off my finger is adorable? Wonsik says—Taekwoon gives Hakyeon as terrifying a look that a hamster can give, because Sanghyuk has caught the squirming Taekwoon, and Hakyeon is way too far to suffer the same fate.

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N/Leo, fairy prince AU (inspired by Can't Say)

Date: 2016-06-11 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"Sing for me?"

The night is dark and clear, the stars looking brightly from where they are sitting on the grass. It takes a while for Taekwoon to answer but when he does, the soft sound of his voice fills the space around them, and Hakyeon can see the effect it has, little fireflies appearing at the clearing around them, nearby flowers opening like the sun was shining bright on the sky, and the music inside him, like magic, enchanting him.

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VIXX, VIXXCHOOL AU

Date: 2016-06-12 05:15 pm (UTC)
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It's late on their last day before their graduation, saying goodbye seemed like a good idea, the sun going down a perfect metaphor for this part of their lives. The sunset makes Hakyeon want to take pictures, of Taekwoon beside him, of the city beyond them, of the rest of his friends, their friends, who will be staying here next year, preparing a little decoration for a farewell party.

He hasn't said anyone he's moving to the city to go to college -- It wasn't a sure thing at first and he didn't have the guts to tell them after, and he hasn't asked Taekwoon about his plans after.

It's better not knowing, not after being dancing around each other for that long without getting nowhere, never being the time.

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March comes and Hakyeon is lost and nervous and a little excited, entering his first class, sitting near the front row so he can take good notes. He's there a little early and that gives him time to observe the people he'll be sharing class with, the ones trickling in little by little, nervous expressions on them. He waves and smiles when they make eye contact with him, and some come close to sit near him and strike conversation, but even then he never stops looking, and that's when he sees him.

Hair longer, and black, and the same face he'd recognize anywhere.

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N/Any, rock band AU

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Date: 2016-06-12 09:35 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Today Hakyeon gets his own microphone on stage, but he keeps walking over to share Jaehwan's. They'd signed a major label contract earlier that day, and had celebrated starting immediately after, despite their manager's pleas that they still had to play a show that night. "It's fine," Hakyeon had insisted to him, as Sanghyuk and Hongbin popped another bottle of champagne. "Let the kids have fun."

So they're all pretty wasted now, and Hakyeon digs into the blurry feeling that fills his body as an excuse. He leans in and tilts his head forward until his forehead touches Jaehwan's, and then he stares into his lead singer's eyes until Jaehwan inevitably pulls away, grabbing the mic stand for himself or turning his head back to the audience. The fans love this kind of stuff, and the press eats it up too, adding to VIXX's image as a band that's wild and slightly dangerous. Something about the tension of Jaehwan's reaction, too, keeps Hakyeon's adrenaline pumping.

This time he decides to give a little extra, and when the chorus comes he walks over to Jaehwan's mic, sings his two lines, then leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek. But this time, Jaehwan turns his head to meet his lips, and he's so shocked he hits the wrong chord.

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VIXX, magical girl AU

Date: 2016-06-10 02:28 am (UTC)
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“This is a really bad idea.” Sanghyuk says flatly as Jaehwan types something into his mini computer. It’s bad enough that they’re skipping fifth period but now his friend is in full Magic Kingdom garb and why oh why does Sanghyuk find it hard to say no to his best friend?

His friend pouts at him, but he can’t move much since the spell is still being loaded onto the computer. “Don’t be silly, Hyukkie. I thought you wanted to make the soccer team and impress Hakye—“ He’s cut off when the younger clamps a hand over his mouth, looking around for anyone who might have heard them. “You’re too loud.”

“C’mon—once the potion is complete, you’ll be able to wow Hakyeon with your soccer skills and make the team!


"Trust me, he says." Sanghyuk grumbles, wringing his hands. "It will be okay, I practiced my spellwork, he says--"

"I'm sorry." Jaehwan's voice is small, shoulders hunched and Sanghyuk feels terrible since his friend only wants to help, but. Despite being a wizard ("A magic boy, assigned to protect the world from evil!" Jaehwan had exclaimed once to the detriment of Sanghyuk and Hongbin.), Jaehwan isn't really... adept at spells. Or potions. Or disguises. Or anything magical-related for that matter.

"It's not that bad." Hongbin is desperately trying to keep a straight face and failing, and Sanghyuk really wonders why he's friends with such cruel people. "You're pretty tall, taller than the rest of the people trying out even. You'll have his attention in no time."

"I'm pretty sure that he knows that Han Sanghyuk is supposed to be a guy." Sanghyuk says wryly, gesturing to himself, all long legs and brown hair that currently reached down his back. It feels weird, having too much hair, but then again, he's also missing important body parts, which is even weirder. "Which, I'm currently not right now."

(What did I do, oh my god--)

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leo/anyone, coffee/coffeeshop au where no one actually drinks any fucking coffee. sorry taekwoon

Date: 2016-06-10 04:12 am (UTC)
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"Order something or get out," Taekwoon growls, aggressively wiping down the counter.

Hakyeon laughs from where he’s leaning against the counter, the same place he’s been lingering since he’d wandered in almost an hour ago, occasionally poking at Taekwoon’s cheeks when he gets close enough, which is far too often, because Hakyeon’s learned exactly where to stand. It’s a few minutes after opening, and Taekwoon’s in sore need of a(nother) cup of coffee, but has to settle instead for glaring ineffectually in Hakyeon’s general direction.

"I’ll see you at home," Hakyeon says—he grabs Taekwoon by the shoulders, standing up onto his toes, placing a quick kiss against Taekwoon’s forehead and getting the heck out of there before Taekwoon can kill him. Not quite fast enough—but his stinging wrists are worth it, because Taekwoon’s turned an adorable shade of pink.

"…the worst…" Taekwoon mumbles, but his already quiet words are muffled even further because his hands are over his face.

So. Cute.

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