vixx prompts; various pairings
pairings: different ones
genres: drabbles/different
ratings: different
summary: just random vixx prompts
a/n: i need more inspiration to write, and I also wanted to try all the pairings a little to get a better feel for them. here goes nothing haha
1. hongbin/ravi; camwhore; wc/399
„Hongbin-ah~“
Wonshik’s voice is dripping of sugar and almost fake sweetness, which is the main reason the visual turns his curious eyes around at the call. He is met with Wonshik’s wide grin hiding behind the Diary camera, and he lets out a silent groan.
“Why are you filming me again?” His words sound less annoyed than he has intended, because he can never bring himself to get really mad at Wonshik for doing anything. Hongbin peeks back to the recording lens, chewing on the inside of his jaw, following Wonshik with his eyes as the latter walks around to get a better view of him.
“You’re too good-looking for me not to.”
Hongbin sighs. He’s heard those words plenty before, in fact, he’s heard them much too plenty. It’s always like this - getting reduced to his looks when all he wants is to be acknowledged for his singing and passion for music. ‘You’ll get there. Just practice some more,’ is what he always hears from Hakyeon, and every time he hears those words again they leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
He opts to just turn his head away from the camera, hoping that Wonshik would get the hint and leave him alone. But the rapper only chuckles a little at Hongbin’s attempt to ignore him, finding a nice little position next to him on the floor, camera still practically shoved up in his face.
“Hongbin-ah~ Hongbin-ah, why are you so handsome?”
Wonshik’s voice is raspy and Hongbin’s forehead creases at the words, but he relents. Another sigh passes his lips as he glances at Wonshik’s admiring expression. Wonshik is the only person that he just can't hate for those words - in fact, he feels a little adrenaline surge every time the rapper says then. He bites his lip in insecurity, glancing back down to the book he has clasped in his hands, not paying any attention to the written lines.
Hongbin feels Wonshik shift forward, one of his hands coming up to turn his head to the camera, long fingers tracing up his jawline with gentle pressure, as they had done so many times before. Hongbin’s eyes lockewith Wonshik’s, and just then he thinks that maybe, if it was just to see this bright of a smile on Wonshik’s face, maybe he wouldn’t mind cam whoring for the rapper a little bit more often than not.
2. n/ken; whispering; wc/580
The first thing Hakyeon thinks when he sees Jaehwan shudder almost unnoticeably, but still somehow bothered, as Hakyeon whispers into his ear during one of the recordings is huh. The second is that’s unexpected, and with his third thought he already decides that he is going to shamelessly take advantage of it. There isn’t a day the main vocal can go without having the leader pressing against his side either in the car, in their waiting room backstage, or on the couch when all he wants is to simply have some time to himself, lazing around. Hakyeon is continuously trying to mumble random words into his neck with a breathy tone, and the hot air teasing Jaehwan’s neck sends goose bumps all over his body.
It’s lazy between schedules, when they have to wait in the dressing room backstage until it’s their turn to stand on stage. When Jaehwan locks eyes with Hakyeon though, there’s nothing lazy about it anymore as he sees the flash of mischief in the leader’s eyes making adrenaline surge through his body, and he tries to find anything, anything that would make him look occupied enough that Hakyeon does not come over to play his little game. He snatches Taekwoon’s phone from the coffee table in front of the couch and plugs it in, clicking on the first song that comes up and fills his ears. He slumps against the couch in an attempt to seem sleepy, but he can already feel a weight next to him shift, and damn, he thinks, I’m done for.
“Jaehwan-ah~”
Jaehwan can feel rather than hear Hakyeon’s breathy call hitting the skin on his neck, and he curses himself for leaning his head to the side, giving the older perfect access. He tries not to budge, though, in a weak attempt to seem unfazed. He only succeeds in making Hakyeon chuckle though, the puffs of silent laughter grazing his skin more torturously than anything he can think of right now. His eyelids flutter in frustration, and he snaps his head towards the leader, eyes more soft than accusing.
“Hyuunnng,” he whines, his tone edgy with a small sob that would have Hakyeon pat Jaehwan’s head and leave him alone if he wouldn’t be enjoying this so much. Another chuckle passes Hakyeon’s lips, and Jaehwan can’t help but pout in frustration.
“Come on,” Hakyeon breathes lowly, brushing his thigh against Jaehwan’s, lips curving up in delight at the obvious shudder that rakes through the main vocal’s body, “I know you enjoy this probably just as much as I do, if not more.” He chuckles again, and Jaehwan tenses at both the feeling of the hot air hitting his jaw and the truth behind Hakyeon’s statement. Jaehwan is so close to give into whatever it is Hakyeon wants as he can barely feel Hakyeon’s lips brushing the sensitive skin under his neck as the leader leans even closer, goose bumps already up on Jaehwan’s skin, when suddenly he feels cold and all contact is gone.
Jaehwan looks up in confusion, blinking stupidly for a second before seeing Hakyeon disappear through the dressing room’s door without a glance back at him. He groans in utter despair, feeling more than bothered and left hanging, and Jaehwan swears to himself that whatever it might take, he will find that one thing that has Hakyeon begging him on his knees. Because if Hakyeon can play this game, Jaehwan thinks, I can pretty damn well, too.
3. ken/hyuk; dressed to kill; wc/638
His eyes trail down the light blue jacket draped over his shoulders, turning a little to see how it frames his back. His sensitive nose crunches up at the bitter scent of fake leather emanating from the piece of clothing, and one of his hands quickly comes up to discard it into closest corner of the room.
He sighs, the action barely an exhale of breath over his pale lips, but it always makes him remember how close to a human he actually is. It’s only when he traces his skin with the tips of his fingers that he is met with cold that he can tell that he is not, and his teeth clench with the thought.
Shaking his jet black locks to make it go away, Sanghyuk absentmindedly grabs one of Taekwoon’s blazers, the dark material gliding smoothly over the sleeves of his dress shirt. His dark eyes cast over his appearance once more, and now Sanghyuk sees his reflection smirking back at him, satisfied with the result.
He turns on the spot one or two times more to savor the feeling of confidence surging through his empty veins, the fake feeling of hormones his body should not be producing anymore. Still, the memory is there, and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip as if he could taste it. Sanghyuk usually likes to bathe in the view of his reflection in the mirror, but there are those nights when the moon is dark and his eyes are pooling with restlessness and hunger and shimmer almost fiercely red, making him feel scared of what he is able to do. Tonight is one of those nights when all he wants to do is to burry himself somewhere deep underground, far from all human civilization, but he also knows that those nights are exactly the ones where he needs to socialize more than any other.
Sanghyuk sighs deeply, or tries to, at least, before casting his eyes down and turning for the door. It opens before his pale fingers can touch the knob though, and he is met with a slightly bewildered Jaehwan falling into his chest.
“Oh, Sanghyuk-ah, I’m sorry I-“
Sanghyuk helped Jaehwan stand back steadily on his feet, a smile immediately crinkling his eyes into crescents. He notices Jaehwan looking him up and down, cheeks slightly tinting at the sight, and Sanghyuk immediately finds himself tensing, the smile staying forcefully in place.
His senses are focusing on the delicious pink color of Jaehwan’s cheeks, his ears starting to pick up the fastening rhythm of his heart beating in his chest, his nose twitching with the scent of Jaehwan’s blood rushing oh so lovely under his skin. Sanghyuk has to clench his teeth in resistance to his instincts, has to tell himself that this is Jaehwan.
Jaehwan seems oblivious to Sanghyuk’s little situation though, bringing his hand up behind his head sheepishly.
“You, uhm,” he starts, eyes shyly flickering up to Sanghyuk’s dark ones, cheeks flushing darker, “You look… dressed to kill.” Jaehwan says with a little admiring smile on his lips.
If Sanghyuk could, he is sure that he would be blushing in utter shame at the unknown truth behind Jaehwan’s words. He can’t, though, and the dry feeling he gets in his throat at Jaehwan’s unintentional wording doesn’t help the burning ache for blood he’s felt ever since he’s woken up. He can feel his muscles already starting to move his body against his will for the kill, and he has to do something, fast.
Swallowing forcefully to clear at least some of his senses, he excuses himself and almost runs past the other, his gut sinking low with guilt as the last thing he hears as he walks out the door of their apartent is Jaehwan’s weak call for “You’ll be home for dinner, right?”
4. n/ken; glances; wc/546
To tell the truth, Hakyeon knows.
He knows that when his eyes wander to Jaehwan, it’s like his entire mood is instantly lifted with just the blink of his eyes. He knows that when he hears Jaehwan crack one of his more adorable than funny jokes on shows, his lips curve up in unison with Jaehwan’s smile. He knows that when Jaehwan sings, his eyes twinkle like they are looking at the stars with every note of Jaehwan’s voice. He knows that his eyes trail Jaehwan’s tongue when he licks his lips, his hands when he fixes his shirt, his legs when he dances.
Hakyeon knows that when Jaehwan looks his way, meets his eyes and checks if he had heard him, he is so close to tell him that he could never not listen to what he has to say. He also knows that when Jaehwan comes trudging after him, needy for attention, he finds himself too easily agreeing to do whatever Jaehwan wants to do.
He even knows that when Jaehwan says his name, he forgets to breathe for a second and just bathes in how it sounds. He knows that when Jaehwan comes close, brushes his arms over Hakyeon’s or encircles his waist with his hands, Hakyeon’s heart falters before picking up at double the pace. Hakyeon knows all of this, he’s always known, but he can’t bring himself to do something about it.
Hakyeon also knows that it’s obvious to everyone. He’s caught more than one frustrated glance from Taekwoon with a slight nudge of just do something about it, he’s caught Wonshik’s not so subtle tries to leave him and Jaehwan alone. He’s even caught the maknae deliberately picking up a topic for the two of them to converse best over, as if the little brat didn’t have nothing better to do than to play matchmaker. Even their manager is starting to send him annoyed glances.
Everyone around him knows.
Well, everyone, except for Jaehwan.
Hakyeon doesn’t know why the main vocal is completely oblivious to it. He doesn’t change when he is around Jaehwan, heck, he doesn’t even try to hide anything. Hakyeon knows that trying to hide it would end up more of a disaster than just owning to it. But he can’t even do that, because Jaehwan seems completely and utterly clueless, and it’s frustrating Hakyeon.
Hakyeon also doesn’t know why he just doesn’t say anything. There have been plenty of times he could have just confessed, stood in front of Jaehwan holding onto his hand and laying his heart out open for him. But he didn’t, and Hakyeon doesn’t know why.
It’s when he sees Jaehwan’s huge smile, up to his eyes and ears the next time they are on a radio show that it hits Hakyeon. He needs Jaehwan to figure it out; he needs him to see it just as obviously as everyone else does. He wants to see Jaehwan look at him with eyes filled with knowledge, eyes that say I know how you feel. Hakyeon doesn’t know why, but he knows he needs it. Until then, his glances must remain the way they are, his feelings just where he has them.
Seret, yet completely open and obvious for everyone but Jaehwan to see.
5. hongbin/leo; friends with benefits; wc/362
They’re only friends.
At least that’s what Hongbin keeps repeating to himself everytime he fucks Taekwoon, like he’s chanting a mantra with every thrust of his hips into the elder’s. It’s what they’ve always been, and what they always will be, he tells himself as he angles his hips a little more to the left, earning a low, breathy moan as reward.
They’re nothing more than friends, because Hongbin knows that Taekwoon would rather stay in his room forever than walking down the streets with Hongbin hanging from his arm openly, for everyone to see. It’s a pain Hongbin keeps hidden, a secret he only tells between sobs into the dark corners of his room at night. Because Hongbin would rather cry until he has no tears left to shed than to tell Taekwoon how much it hurts, because losing Taekwoon would hurt even more.
It’s mostly Taekwoon, though, who approaches Hongbin in the progressing hours of the evening, when all turns dark and busy on the streets as their lips meet, or on Saturday mornings, when the chirping of the birds outside is the only sound that accompanies their bodies as they wind themselves together. That’s Hongbin’s problem with all of this, that it tricks him into believing that Taekwoon actually wants more than this whole ‘friends with benefit’ ordeal.
But he doesn’t, Hongbin thinks as he hits Taekwoon’s sweet spot one last time before he has his friend coming undone underneath him, knowing that he is close to follow.
As Hongbin bathes in the last remnants of his orgasm, Taekwoon drapes himself over Hongbin’s chest, running one of his slender fingers down Hongbin’s ribcage, eyes never leaving Hongbin’s own.
They’re just friends, Hongbin tells himself bitterly as Taekwoon closes the gap between them, lips enclosing his in what Hongbin knows is a silent but sweet thank you, and Hongbin has to choke back the tears that well up in his eyes at the clenching pain in his chest.
Just friends, he repeats as he feels Taekwoon fall asleep in his arms, somewhere deep inside of him wishing that one day Taekwoon would wake up to see that they were not.
6. hongbin/hyuk; pain; wc/970
Sometimes, Hongbin hates the cameras. He hates the spotlight, hates the cries of the fans, hates that he has to look good for everyone. But what he hates most is himself as he looks into the bathroom mirror at his reflection, and all he can see are revolting pretty features. He hates his almond shaped eyes, he hates his straight nose and rosy lips. He hates his jawline, hates his white teeth, because all of his appearance is the reason why he feels like he is suffocating under it, like it it both his salvation and curse.
It’s a curse, really, because everything is only ever about his looks. It’s all people seem to see when their eyes set on him, it’s all that registers in their minds. Woah, he’s handsome or he looks like an actor; the voices running through his head almost make him want to snarl, and one of his hands collides with the mirror in an attempt to make them stop.
The pain only registers moments later when he hears frantic knocks on the door, and Hakyeon’s voice drifting through the closed space between them.
“Hongbin-ah, are you alright? What happened? I heard a crash.”
Hongbin retrieves his hand from the broken surface, eyeing the little drops of blood and mirror fragments aligning the skin on his knuckles. It’s almost soothing, the prickling pain, and Hongbin pokes at the shards digging into his skin in interest. The sharp pain he gets from the action feels like it could clean everything, and Hongbin looks up at the bigger shards, intrigued.
“Yah! Hongbin, open the door!”
He’s almost forgotten about Hakyeon standing on the other side of the door, and he hastily tries to get rid of the little shards embedded in his skin before he opens the it. Hakyeon eyes Hongbin in worry, before his gaze lands on the broken mirror.
“I’m sorry hyung, I think I- I kind of broke it.” Hongbin’s voice sounds almost sheepish, and Hakyeon simply looks at him, looks down at Hongbin's hand. Their eyes meet for a second time, and Hongbin looks down bashfully. Then he feels Hakyeon pat his head, looking up to see the elder nod curtly.
“It’s ok, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”
Hongbin almost flinches as Hakyeon walks past him to the mirror, a clear sign that he is dismissed. He knows he should be thankful for Hakyeon understanding, but something in him had hoped for screaming, scolding, anything that would make him feel worse about himself but better about all of this. Maybe that is what he’s intended in the first place, but Hongbin’s emotions have always been such a mess that he can’t be sure.
Hongbin clenches his teeth as he makes for their bedroom, one of his hands running into the pocket of his trunks. His fingers brush over one of the mirror shards he’s taken secretly, a shudder running through his back as his fingertips scratch against the welcoming sharpness of its cold edge.
It’s night and it’s dark, only the light of the illuminated streets far down giving Hongbin enough to make out the outlines of his own body. He is bundled down against the glass of the big window in the living room, his hands idly playing with the mirror shard he had stolen two weeks before. It’s warm in his hands from the constant touching, and Hongbin brings his head up enough to look at the little glint it gives off in the dark.
Hongbin wonders if this is right, or if the urge he feels to see his blood run down his arm is wrong, and he tentatively grips the shard in his fingers, softly running it over the palm of his hand. With a little nudge of his nerve he holds it firmly against the skin on his wrist, the sudden pressure sending his heart in frenzy. His eyes flicker nervously, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he tells himself, just do it, slowly starting to drag the sharp fragment over his skin.
“I wouldn’t do it, hyung.”
The voice startles him and he loses his grip on the mirror shard, hearing it fall to the floor with a little clinking sound. Hongbin looks up like a deer caught in headlights, and he can barely make out Sanghyuk’s form sitting against the wall opposite of the couch, looking at him. Hongbin turns his eyes away from Sanghyuk in shame, embarrassment rushing like adrenaline through his body at being caught.
There is silence between them for the stretching of a heartbeat, and Hongbin can feel Sanghyuk’s eyes boring through him as if they were hot daggers in his chest. Then he hears footsteps, can feel the warmth of Sanghyuk’s body next to his own, and he wonders why the maknae even bothers.
“Hyung.”
The call is merely a whisper, but Hongbin tenses nonetheless, afraid of what Sanghyuk might say. After all, Sanghyuk is his completely opposite, strong and determined and hardworking, while Hoongbin is nothing but weak and insecure. He braces himself for the scolding, for the sneers and guilt that will spread through his body with every one of Sanghyuk's words..
The scolding never comes, though, and Hongbin is left with a drummind heart, waiting for whatever is to come next.
All he suddenly feels is Sanghyuk’s soft hand on his, Sanghyuk’s fingers lacing themselves with Hongbin’s as the maknae rests his head on Hongbin’s shoulder, and all Hongbin can do is blink stupidly down at the maknae's hair nestling against his cheek.
“You know, hyung… I’ve tried that once, too.” The maknae’s voice seems even, but Hongbin can make out the little tremors behind the composure of Sanghyuk’s shoulders as he speaks. “The first time... it felt good. It felt like the burden was taken off of me.” He shifts slightly, his nose finding its spot in the crook of Hongbin's neck, and Hongbin can't tell if his heart races at the younger's confession or the closeness. "But the more you do it, hyung, the more the feeling of relief disappears."
Silence settled back between them at the maknae's words. Hongbin doesn't know if he can speak, so he simply nods to himself, his eyes trailing to look at their intertwined fingers and he thinks that just Sanghyuk’s warmth feels probably more like salvation than a blade cutting through his skin.
The silence stretchs for a few moments before Sanghyuk lifts his head, placing a chaste kiss against Hongbin’s cheek. He turns his head to look at Sanghyuk in the dim light of the city outside, and the flutters of his stomach he gets at the sight of the maknae’s twinkling eyes looking back into his make him forget that he had intended to do out here in the living room in the first place.
7. ken/hongbin; darkness; wc/586
Hongbin tugged forcefully on his restraints, the iron around his wrists digging further into his skin, almost to the bone. It hurt and burned, the open wounds not being able to heal due to constant friction. He whimpered, the sound escaping past his quivering, burst lips into the humid darkness of the tunnel around him.
“What’s wrong, Binnie?”
Hongbin’s body froze instantly at the voice, eyes wide open in terror as he could hear soft footsteps echoing through the dark. His head swung from side to side frantically, trying to pierce through the darkness surrounding him. His heart beating in his chest was loud and terrified in his ears, the thudding almost drowning out the small cackle of the person somewhere nearby.
“Oh, Binnie, are you scared?”
The tone was amused, but Hongbin could clearly discern a sharp, ice cold edge that left no room for pleasantries. Another little cry fell from his lips and he tried to press them closed, arms trembling in their hold up over his head. There was no light, no nothing, leaving Hongbin with his ears strained to hear every little sound coming from the other party as a warning. His lower lip trembled in fear, the cut marks on his back starting to ache again with the memories of their perpetrator.
Suddenly Hongbin could feel hot air hitting his neck, the sensation making him flinch away, tugging harshly on his cuffs. He hissed at the pain shooting through his wrists, but his attention was brought to the barely hovering feeling of fingers brushing over his bruised cheek.
“So pretty,” came a low murmur, and Hongbin would’ve almost thought it as gentle if it weren’t for the slight scratch of fingernails digging into the juncture of his neck.
“You’ve always been so pretty, Binnie. When you danced, when you smiled, even when you…”
As the words died down, the grip on Hongbin’s throat turned hard, making him choke on the sudden pressure against his trachea, his breath coming in rattling waves. Hongbin’s body started to tremble, and another hand came up to grip his dark locks firmly, tilting his head back against the tunnel’s bricks with blunt force, making him wince.
“Did you enjoy it, huh? Did you enjoy it, Binnie? When Hakyeon-hyung touched you like that… did you beg him for it?”
The voice was trembling now with rage, the words being almost spit against Hongbin’s neck. A rattling sob broke through Hongbin’s gripped throat and a tear ran down his cheek the accusation, his legs threatening to give away under him at the physical and mental pressure.
“J-Jaehwan, I-“
The grip on his neck become stronger, cutting any words Hongbin would have wanted to say into the darkness, to someone who was once his band member, to someone who had been, once, his everything.
“Don’t. Say. My. Name.”
The grip on Hongbin’s neck and hair abruptly vanished, leaving him to snap for air like a fish pulled out of water. He wheezed, the sudden intake of air hurting his dry throat. His eyes fluttered halfway closed, body tensing in exhaustion and weariness, and Hongbin tried to tune his ear to Jaehwan’s movements.
“I’m gonna have just as much fun with you.”
The venom dripping from Jaehwan’s words had Hongbin quiver in fear, and a silent whimper broke through the dark as he heard the buckle of Jaehwan’s belt coming undone. A tear run down Hongbin’s swollen cheek, getting lost deep in the darkness of his cries at Jaehwan’s revenge.
8. n/hyuk; separation; wc/415
Hakyeon’s eyes follow Sanghyuk’s back out the door, one last wave back and a smile in his direction, and he’s gone. Seeing the maknae leave immediately kills his mood, and he has to tell himself that he shouldn’t act like he just lost his pet, Sanghyuk would only be visiting his family for Christmas. He’d come back soon.
“Hyung, he’s only gone for a few days.”
Hakyeon knows that Wonshik only wants to lift his spirits, but he sends him a sour glare, as if those words alone are a personal attack on him.
“But he’ll be gone for a week! A week!”<
There’s a drawn out whine from the leader, falling face first into their couch, and Wonshik takes the moment to roll his eyes at Hakyeon’s back.
“He’s been gone before, hyung. What’s your problem this time?”
Wonshik tries to busy himself with the bowl of cereal that he has in one hand, leaning against the wall of their kitchen-living room arrangement. Hakyeon stops squirming into the cushions and pops his face up, a slight frown on his face.
“It’s Christmas!” He exclaims, as if that would answer every question Wonshik ever directed at him. The rapper looks over, an eyebrow raised in confusion. So?
Now it’s Hakyeon’s turn to roll his eyes. “It’s the time of year you’re supposed to celebrate with the one you love.” He points out, before making a face and burying his nose back into the cushions Wonshik doubts have been cleaned shortly. He can’t help but chuckle at Hakyeon, though, a sly smirk making its way to his face.
“Maybe you should have just told him that, and kissed him fiercely on the doorstep to show him how much he means to you,” he lifts his hand with the cereal bowl in theatrical longing, “and then Sanghyuk would have realized how important this was for you, and, choosing love over family, you two would’ve stumbled to the next bed-“
Wonshik ducks his head just in time to escape one of the cushions aimed at his head, quickly grabbing his cereal and disappearing into his now vacant room. Hakyeon shoots daggers at the closed door before he sinks back lifelessly into the couch.
He jolts up though at the sudden buzz of his phone, frowning at the message when he identifies the sender as Jaehwan. He groans, before thinking that maybe he should just message Sanghyuk instead to tell him how much he already misses him. And maybe along the way ask if he knows where Wonshik keeps his favorite hat for payback.
genres: drabbles/different
ratings: different
summary: just random vixx prompts
a/n: i need more inspiration to write, and I also wanted to try all the pairings a little to get a better feel for them. here goes nothing haha
1. hongbin/ravi; camwhore; wc/399
„Hongbin-ah~“
Wonshik’s voice is dripping of sugar and almost fake sweetness, which is the main reason the visual turns his curious eyes around at the call. He is met with Wonshik’s wide grin hiding behind the Diary camera, and he lets out a silent groan.
“Why are you filming me again?” His words sound less annoyed than he has intended, because he can never bring himself to get really mad at Wonshik for doing anything. Hongbin peeks back to the recording lens, chewing on the inside of his jaw, following Wonshik with his eyes as the latter walks around to get a better view of him.
“You’re too good-looking for me not to.”
Hongbin sighs. He’s heard those words plenty before, in fact, he’s heard them much too plenty. It’s always like this - getting reduced to his looks when all he wants is to be acknowledged for his singing and passion for music. ‘You’ll get there. Just practice some more,’ is what he always hears from Hakyeon, and every time he hears those words again they leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
He opts to just turn his head away from the camera, hoping that Wonshik would get the hint and leave him alone. But the rapper only chuckles a little at Hongbin’s attempt to ignore him, finding a nice little position next to him on the floor, camera still practically shoved up in his face.
“Hongbin-ah~ Hongbin-ah, why are you so handsome?”
Wonshik’s voice is raspy and Hongbin’s forehead creases at the words, but he relents. Another sigh passes his lips as he glances at Wonshik’s admiring expression. Wonshik is the only person that he just can't hate for those words - in fact, he feels a little adrenaline surge every time the rapper says then. He bites his lip in insecurity, glancing back down to the book he has clasped in his hands, not paying any attention to the written lines.
Hongbin feels Wonshik shift forward, one of his hands coming up to turn his head to the camera, long fingers tracing up his jawline with gentle pressure, as they had done so many times before. Hongbin’s eyes lockewith Wonshik’s, and just then he thinks that maybe, if it was just to see this bright of a smile on Wonshik’s face, maybe he wouldn’t mind cam whoring for the rapper a little bit more often than not.
2. n/ken; whispering; wc/580
The first thing Hakyeon thinks when he sees Jaehwan shudder almost unnoticeably, but still somehow bothered, as Hakyeon whispers into his ear during one of the recordings is huh. The second is that’s unexpected, and with his third thought he already decides that he is going to shamelessly take advantage of it. There isn’t a day the main vocal can go without having the leader pressing against his side either in the car, in their waiting room backstage, or on the couch when all he wants is to simply have some time to himself, lazing around. Hakyeon is continuously trying to mumble random words into his neck with a breathy tone, and the hot air teasing Jaehwan’s neck sends goose bumps all over his body.
It’s lazy between schedules, when they have to wait in the dressing room backstage until it’s their turn to stand on stage. When Jaehwan locks eyes with Hakyeon though, there’s nothing lazy about it anymore as he sees the flash of mischief in the leader’s eyes making adrenaline surge through his body, and he tries to find anything, anything that would make him look occupied enough that Hakyeon does not come over to play his little game. He snatches Taekwoon’s phone from the coffee table in front of the couch and plugs it in, clicking on the first song that comes up and fills his ears. He slumps against the couch in an attempt to seem sleepy, but he can already feel a weight next to him shift, and damn, he thinks, I’m done for.
“Jaehwan-ah~”
Jaehwan can feel rather than hear Hakyeon’s breathy call hitting the skin on his neck, and he curses himself for leaning his head to the side, giving the older perfect access. He tries not to budge, though, in a weak attempt to seem unfazed. He only succeeds in making Hakyeon chuckle though, the puffs of silent laughter grazing his skin more torturously than anything he can think of right now. His eyelids flutter in frustration, and he snaps his head towards the leader, eyes more soft than accusing.
“Hyuunnng,” he whines, his tone edgy with a small sob that would have Hakyeon pat Jaehwan’s head and leave him alone if he wouldn’t be enjoying this so much. Another chuckle passes Hakyeon’s lips, and Jaehwan can’t help but pout in frustration.
“Come on,” Hakyeon breathes lowly, brushing his thigh against Jaehwan’s, lips curving up in delight at the obvious shudder that rakes through the main vocal’s body, “I know you enjoy this probably just as much as I do, if not more.” He chuckles again, and Jaehwan tenses at both the feeling of the hot air hitting his jaw and the truth behind Hakyeon’s statement. Jaehwan is so close to give into whatever it is Hakyeon wants as he can barely feel Hakyeon’s lips brushing the sensitive skin under his neck as the leader leans even closer, goose bumps already up on Jaehwan’s skin, when suddenly he feels cold and all contact is gone.
Jaehwan looks up in confusion, blinking stupidly for a second before seeing Hakyeon disappear through the dressing room’s door without a glance back at him. He groans in utter despair, feeling more than bothered and left hanging, and Jaehwan swears to himself that whatever it might take, he will find that one thing that has Hakyeon begging him on his knees. Because if Hakyeon can play this game, Jaehwan thinks, I can pretty damn well, too.
3. ken/hyuk; dressed to kill; wc/638
His eyes trail down the light blue jacket draped over his shoulders, turning a little to see how it frames his back. His sensitive nose crunches up at the bitter scent of fake leather emanating from the piece of clothing, and one of his hands quickly comes up to discard it into closest corner of the room.
He sighs, the action barely an exhale of breath over his pale lips, but it always makes him remember how close to a human he actually is. It’s only when he traces his skin with the tips of his fingers that he is met with cold that he can tell that he is not, and his teeth clench with the thought.
Shaking his jet black locks to make it go away, Sanghyuk absentmindedly grabs one of Taekwoon’s blazers, the dark material gliding smoothly over the sleeves of his dress shirt. His dark eyes cast over his appearance once more, and now Sanghyuk sees his reflection smirking back at him, satisfied with the result.
He turns on the spot one or two times more to savor the feeling of confidence surging through his empty veins, the fake feeling of hormones his body should not be producing anymore. Still, the memory is there, and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip as if he could taste it. Sanghyuk usually likes to bathe in the view of his reflection in the mirror, but there are those nights when the moon is dark and his eyes are pooling with restlessness and hunger and shimmer almost fiercely red, making him feel scared of what he is able to do. Tonight is one of those nights when all he wants to do is to burry himself somewhere deep underground, far from all human civilization, but he also knows that those nights are exactly the ones where he needs to socialize more than any other.
Sanghyuk sighs deeply, or tries to, at least, before casting his eyes down and turning for the door. It opens before his pale fingers can touch the knob though, and he is met with a slightly bewildered Jaehwan falling into his chest.
“Oh, Sanghyuk-ah, I’m sorry I-“
Sanghyuk helped Jaehwan stand back steadily on his feet, a smile immediately crinkling his eyes into crescents. He notices Jaehwan looking him up and down, cheeks slightly tinting at the sight, and Sanghyuk immediately finds himself tensing, the smile staying forcefully in place.
His senses are focusing on the delicious pink color of Jaehwan’s cheeks, his ears starting to pick up the fastening rhythm of his heart beating in his chest, his nose twitching with the scent of Jaehwan’s blood rushing oh so lovely under his skin. Sanghyuk has to clench his teeth in resistance to his instincts, has to tell himself that this is Jaehwan.
Jaehwan seems oblivious to Sanghyuk’s little situation though, bringing his hand up behind his head sheepishly.
“You, uhm,” he starts, eyes shyly flickering up to Sanghyuk’s dark ones, cheeks flushing darker, “You look… dressed to kill.” Jaehwan says with a little admiring smile on his lips.
If Sanghyuk could, he is sure that he would be blushing in utter shame at the unknown truth behind Jaehwan’s words. He can’t, though, and the dry feeling he gets in his throat at Jaehwan’s unintentional wording doesn’t help the burning ache for blood he’s felt ever since he’s woken up. He can feel his muscles already starting to move his body against his will for the kill, and he has to do something, fast.
Swallowing forcefully to clear at least some of his senses, he excuses himself and almost runs past the other, his gut sinking low with guilt as the last thing he hears as he walks out the door of their apartent is Jaehwan’s weak call for “You’ll be home for dinner, right?”
4. n/ken; glances; wc/546
To tell the truth, Hakyeon knows.
He knows that when his eyes wander to Jaehwan, it’s like his entire mood is instantly lifted with just the blink of his eyes. He knows that when he hears Jaehwan crack one of his more adorable than funny jokes on shows, his lips curve up in unison with Jaehwan’s smile. He knows that when Jaehwan sings, his eyes twinkle like they are looking at the stars with every note of Jaehwan’s voice. He knows that his eyes trail Jaehwan’s tongue when he licks his lips, his hands when he fixes his shirt, his legs when he dances.
Hakyeon knows that when Jaehwan looks his way, meets his eyes and checks if he had heard him, he is so close to tell him that he could never not listen to what he has to say. He also knows that when Jaehwan comes trudging after him, needy for attention, he finds himself too easily agreeing to do whatever Jaehwan wants to do.
He even knows that when Jaehwan says his name, he forgets to breathe for a second and just bathes in how it sounds. He knows that when Jaehwan comes close, brushes his arms over Hakyeon’s or encircles his waist with his hands, Hakyeon’s heart falters before picking up at double the pace. Hakyeon knows all of this, he’s always known, but he can’t bring himself to do something about it.
Hakyeon also knows that it’s obvious to everyone. He’s caught more than one frustrated glance from Taekwoon with a slight nudge of just do something about it, he’s caught Wonshik’s not so subtle tries to leave him and Jaehwan alone. He’s even caught the maknae deliberately picking up a topic for the two of them to converse best over, as if the little brat didn’t have nothing better to do than to play matchmaker. Even their manager is starting to send him annoyed glances.
Everyone around him knows.
Well, everyone, except for Jaehwan.
Hakyeon doesn’t know why the main vocal is completely oblivious to it. He doesn’t change when he is around Jaehwan, heck, he doesn’t even try to hide anything. Hakyeon knows that trying to hide it would end up more of a disaster than just owning to it. But he can’t even do that, because Jaehwan seems completely and utterly clueless, and it’s frustrating Hakyeon.
Hakyeon also doesn’t know why he just doesn’t say anything. There have been plenty of times he could have just confessed, stood in front of Jaehwan holding onto his hand and laying his heart out open for him. But he didn’t, and Hakyeon doesn’t know why.
It’s when he sees Jaehwan’s huge smile, up to his eyes and ears the next time they are on a radio show that it hits Hakyeon. He needs Jaehwan to figure it out; he needs him to see it just as obviously as everyone else does. He wants to see Jaehwan look at him with eyes filled with knowledge, eyes that say I know how you feel. Hakyeon doesn’t know why, but he knows he needs it. Until then, his glances must remain the way they are, his feelings just where he has them.
Seret, yet completely open and obvious for everyone but Jaehwan to see.
5. hongbin/leo; friends with benefits; wc/362
They’re only friends.
At least that’s what Hongbin keeps repeating to himself everytime he fucks Taekwoon, like he’s chanting a mantra with every thrust of his hips into the elder’s. It’s what they’ve always been, and what they always will be, he tells himself as he angles his hips a little more to the left, earning a low, breathy moan as reward.
They’re nothing more than friends, because Hongbin knows that Taekwoon would rather stay in his room forever than walking down the streets with Hongbin hanging from his arm openly, for everyone to see. It’s a pain Hongbin keeps hidden, a secret he only tells between sobs into the dark corners of his room at night. Because Hongbin would rather cry until he has no tears left to shed than to tell Taekwoon how much it hurts, because losing Taekwoon would hurt even more.
It’s mostly Taekwoon, though, who approaches Hongbin in the progressing hours of the evening, when all turns dark and busy on the streets as their lips meet, or on Saturday mornings, when the chirping of the birds outside is the only sound that accompanies their bodies as they wind themselves together. That’s Hongbin’s problem with all of this, that it tricks him into believing that Taekwoon actually wants more than this whole ‘friends with benefit’ ordeal.
But he doesn’t, Hongbin thinks as he hits Taekwoon’s sweet spot one last time before he has his friend coming undone underneath him, knowing that he is close to follow.
As Hongbin bathes in the last remnants of his orgasm, Taekwoon drapes himself over Hongbin’s chest, running one of his slender fingers down Hongbin’s ribcage, eyes never leaving Hongbin’s own.
They’re just friends, Hongbin tells himself bitterly as Taekwoon closes the gap between them, lips enclosing his in what Hongbin knows is a silent but sweet thank you, and Hongbin has to choke back the tears that well up in his eyes at the clenching pain in his chest.
Just friends, he repeats as he feels Taekwoon fall asleep in his arms, somewhere deep inside of him wishing that one day Taekwoon would wake up to see that they were not.
6. hongbin/hyuk; pain; wc/970
Sometimes, Hongbin hates the cameras. He hates the spotlight, hates the cries of the fans, hates that he has to look good for everyone. But what he hates most is himself as he looks into the bathroom mirror at his reflection, and all he can see are revolting pretty features. He hates his almond shaped eyes, he hates his straight nose and rosy lips. He hates his jawline, hates his white teeth, because all of his appearance is the reason why he feels like he is suffocating under it, like it it both his salvation and curse.
It’s a curse, really, because everything is only ever about his looks. It’s all people seem to see when their eyes set on him, it’s all that registers in their minds. Woah, he’s handsome or he looks like an actor; the voices running through his head almost make him want to snarl, and one of his hands collides with the mirror in an attempt to make them stop.
The pain only registers moments later when he hears frantic knocks on the door, and Hakyeon’s voice drifting through the closed space between them.
“Hongbin-ah, are you alright? What happened? I heard a crash.”
Hongbin retrieves his hand from the broken surface, eyeing the little drops of blood and mirror fragments aligning the skin on his knuckles. It’s almost soothing, the prickling pain, and Hongbin pokes at the shards digging into his skin in interest. The sharp pain he gets from the action feels like it could clean everything, and Hongbin looks up at the bigger shards, intrigued.
“Yah! Hongbin, open the door!”
He’s almost forgotten about Hakyeon standing on the other side of the door, and he hastily tries to get rid of the little shards embedded in his skin before he opens the it. Hakyeon eyes Hongbin in worry, before his gaze lands on the broken mirror.
“I’m sorry hyung, I think I- I kind of broke it.” Hongbin’s voice sounds almost sheepish, and Hakyeon simply looks at him, looks down at Hongbin's hand. Their eyes meet for a second time, and Hongbin looks down bashfully. Then he feels Hakyeon pat his head, looking up to see the elder nod curtly.
“It’s ok, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”
Hongbin almost flinches as Hakyeon walks past him to the mirror, a clear sign that he is dismissed. He knows he should be thankful for Hakyeon understanding, but something in him had hoped for screaming, scolding, anything that would make him feel worse about himself but better about all of this. Maybe that is what he’s intended in the first place, but Hongbin’s emotions have always been such a mess that he can’t be sure.
Hongbin clenches his teeth as he makes for their bedroom, one of his hands running into the pocket of his trunks. His fingers brush over one of the mirror shards he’s taken secretly, a shudder running through his back as his fingertips scratch against the welcoming sharpness of its cold edge.
It’s night and it’s dark, only the light of the illuminated streets far down giving Hongbin enough to make out the outlines of his own body. He is bundled down against the glass of the big window in the living room, his hands idly playing with the mirror shard he had stolen two weeks before. It’s warm in his hands from the constant touching, and Hongbin brings his head up enough to look at the little glint it gives off in the dark.
Hongbin wonders if this is right, or if the urge he feels to see his blood run down his arm is wrong, and he tentatively grips the shard in his fingers, softly running it over the palm of his hand. With a little nudge of his nerve he holds it firmly against the skin on his wrist, the sudden pressure sending his heart in frenzy. His eyes flicker nervously, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he tells himself, just do it, slowly starting to drag the sharp fragment over his skin.
“I wouldn’t do it, hyung.”
The voice startles him and he loses his grip on the mirror shard, hearing it fall to the floor with a little clinking sound. Hongbin looks up like a deer caught in headlights, and he can barely make out Sanghyuk’s form sitting against the wall opposite of the couch, looking at him. Hongbin turns his eyes away from Sanghyuk in shame, embarrassment rushing like adrenaline through his body at being caught.
There is silence between them for the stretching of a heartbeat, and Hongbin can feel Sanghyuk’s eyes boring through him as if they were hot daggers in his chest. Then he hears footsteps, can feel the warmth of Sanghyuk’s body next to his own, and he wonders why the maknae even bothers.
“Hyung.”
The call is merely a whisper, but Hongbin tenses nonetheless, afraid of what Sanghyuk might say. After all, Sanghyuk is his completely opposite, strong and determined and hardworking, while Hoongbin is nothing but weak and insecure. He braces himself for the scolding, for the sneers and guilt that will spread through his body with every one of Sanghyuk's words..
The scolding never comes, though, and Hongbin is left with a drummind heart, waiting for whatever is to come next.
All he suddenly feels is Sanghyuk’s soft hand on his, Sanghyuk’s fingers lacing themselves with Hongbin’s as the maknae rests his head on Hongbin’s shoulder, and all Hongbin can do is blink stupidly down at the maknae's hair nestling against his cheek.
“You know, hyung… I’ve tried that once, too.” The maknae’s voice seems even, but Hongbin can make out the little tremors behind the composure of Sanghyuk’s shoulders as he speaks. “The first time... it felt good. It felt like the burden was taken off of me.” He shifts slightly, his nose finding its spot in the crook of Hongbin's neck, and Hongbin can't tell if his heart races at the younger's confession or the closeness. "But the more you do it, hyung, the more the feeling of relief disappears."
Silence settled back between them at the maknae's words. Hongbin doesn't know if he can speak, so he simply nods to himself, his eyes trailing to look at their intertwined fingers and he thinks that just Sanghyuk’s warmth feels probably more like salvation than a blade cutting through his skin.
The silence stretchs for a few moments before Sanghyuk lifts his head, placing a chaste kiss against Hongbin’s cheek. He turns his head to look at Sanghyuk in the dim light of the city outside, and the flutters of his stomach he gets at the sight of the maknae’s twinkling eyes looking back into his make him forget that he had intended to do out here in the living room in the first place.
7. ken/hongbin; darkness; wc/586
Hongbin tugged forcefully on his restraints, the iron around his wrists digging further into his skin, almost to the bone. It hurt and burned, the open wounds not being able to heal due to constant friction. He whimpered, the sound escaping past his quivering, burst lips into the humid darkness of the tunnel around him.
“What’s wrong, Binnie?”
Hongbin’s body froze instantly at the voice, eyes wide open in terror as he could hear soft footsteps echoing through the dark. His head swung from side to side frantically, trying to pierce through the darkness surrounding him. His heart beating in his chest was loud and terrified in his ears, the thudding almost drowning out the small cackle of the person somewhere nearby.
“Oh, Binnie, are you scared?”
The tone was amused, but Hongbin could clearly discern a sharp, ice cold edge that left no room for pleasantries. Another little cry fell from his lips and he tried to press them closed, arms trembling in their hold up over his head. There was no light, no nothing, leaving Hongbin with his ears strained to hear every little sound coming from the other party as a warning. His lower lip trembled in fear, the cut marks on his back starting to ache again with the memories of their perpetrator.
Suddenly Hongbin could feel hot air hitting his neck, the sensation making him flinch away, tugging harshly on his cuffs. He hissed at the pain shooting through his wrists, but his attention was brought to the barely hovering feeling of fingers brushing over his bruised cheek.
“So pretty,” came a low murmur, and Hongbin would’ve almost thought it as gentle if it weren’t for the slight scratch of fingernails digging into the juncture of his neck.
“You’ve always been so pretty, Binnie. When you danced, when you smiled, even when you…”
As the words died down, the grip on Hongbin’s throat turned hard, making him choke on the sudden pressure against his trachea, his breath coming in rattling waves. Hongbin’s body started to tremble, and another hand came up to grip his dark locks firmly, tilting his head back against the tunnel’s bricks with blunt force, making him wince.
“Did you enjoy it, huh? Did you enjoy it, Binnie? When Hakyeon-hyung touched you like that… did you beg him for it?”
The voice was trembling now with rage, the words being almost spit against Hongbin’s neck. A rattling sob broke through Hongbin’s gripped throat and a tear ran down his cheek the accusation, his legs threatening to give away under him at the physical and mental pressure.
“J-Jaehwan, I-“
The grip on his neck become stronger, cutting any words Hongbin would have wanted to say into the darkness, to someone who was once his band member, to someone who had been, once, his everything.
“Don’t. Say. My. Name.”
The grip on Hongbin’s neck and hair abruptly vanished, leaving him to snap for air like a fish pulled out of water. He wheezed, the sudden intake of air hurting his dry throat. His eyes fluttered halfway closed, body tensing in exhaustion and weariness, and Hongbin tried to tune his ear to Jaehwan’s movements.
“I’m gonna have just as much fun with you.”
The venom dripping from Jaehwan’s words had Hongbin quiver in fear, and a silent whimper broke through the dark as he heard the buckle of Jaehwan’s belt coming undone. A tear run down Hongbin’s swollen cheek, getting lost deep in the darkness of his cries at Jaehwan’s revenge.
8. n/hyuk; separation; wc/415
Hakyeon’s eyes follow Sanghyuk’s back out the door, one last wave back and a smile in his direction, and he’s gone. Seeing the maknae leave immediately kills his mood, and he has to tell himself that he shouldn’t act like he just lost his pet, Sanghyuk would only be visiting his family for Christmas. He’d come back soon.
“Hyung, he’s only gone for a few days.”
Hakyeon knows that Wonshik only wants to lift his spirits, but he sends him a sour glare, as if those words alone are a personal attack on him.
“But he’ll be gone for a week! A week!”<
There’s a drawn out whine from the leader, falling face first into their couch, and Wonshik takes the moment to roll his eyes at Hakyeon’s back.
“He’s been gone before, hyung. What’s your problem this time?”
Wonshik tries to busy himself with the bowl of cereal that he has in one hand, leaning against the wall of their kitchen-living room arrangement. Hakyeon stops squirming into the cushions and pops his face up, a slight frown on his face.
“It’s Christmas!” He exclaims, as if that would answer every question Wonshik ever directed at him. The rapper looks over, an eyebrow raised in confusion. So?
Now it’s Hakyeon’s turn to roll his eyes. “It’s the time of year you’re supposed to celebrate with the one you love.” He points out, before making a face and burying his nose back into the cushions Wonshik doubts have been cleaned shortly. He can’t help but chuckle at Hakyeon, though, a sly smirk making its way to his face.
“Maybe you should have just told him that, and kissed him fiercely on the doorstep to show him how much he means to you,” he lifts his hand with the cereal bowl in theatrical longing, “and then Sanghyuk would have realized how important this was for you, and, choosing love over family, you two would’ve stumbled to the next bed-“
Wonshik ducks his head just in time to escape one of the cushions aimed at his head, quickly grabbing his cereal and disappearing into his now vacant room. Hakyeon shoots daggers at the closed door before he sinks back lifelessly into the couch.
He jolts up though at the sudden buzz of his phone, frowning at the message when he identifies the sender as Jaehwan. He groans, before thinking that maybe he should just message Sanghyuk instead to tell him how much he already misses him. And maybe along the way ask if he knows where Wonshik keeps his favorite hat for payback.