mini-dump
yet another leon (+ rabin) ficlet dump! pls feel free to prompt me (just keep in mind that i can't really angst. i'm sorry, i just can't it is like, physically impossible for me to angst because bABIES ;____;) (i could totally write babies tho) (((somebody prompt babies)))
01. requested by seulpeo: continuation of mutant delinquent au from this post
the first time wonshik meets hongbin, the boy is lying on his back, humming in acknowledgement whenever hakyeon pauses expectantly. he's quite beautiful, his jaw sharp, lips curled up in amusement, eyes closed. his hair is swept back, away from his face, and he lounges there in the middle of the room with the lazy grace of someone who's used to being underestimated, who knows he's much more that just a pretty face. wonshik wonders what kind of ferocity is lurking behind that smile.
there’s something dangerous about all of them. he knows this because there’s no other reason for them to stick together, no reason for taekwoon to approach him at school, leaning invasively into his space with his head cocked to one side, a hand beckoning him to follow. there’s no reason for taekwoon to lead him to a terribly furnished apartment with lighters scattered on the floors like lost coins. there’s no need for hakyeon to grin at him, eyes devious when he says, “i’ve been watching you, kim wonshik. i want to see what you can do.”
#
the first time wonshik actually talks to hongbin, hongbin just smiles at him without saying a word. it's expectant and calculating, but wonshik knows better. the kitchen is hot, and wonshik knows he's not the one who turned on the stove. "cute," he says, and hongbin's grin widens. the dimples really are quite charming.
the heat dies down, and wonshik lets out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. "wonshik, right?" he asks, and wonshik nods. hongbin smiles to himself, laughing softly. "that's a nice name," he says, mouth rounding around the syllables. "kim wonshik."
"uh," says wonshik intelligently, eyeing the way tip of hongbin's tongue peeks out to lick his lips. (it's a very pretty mouth.) "thanks."
#
hongbin, wonshik comes to find, has a certain appreciation for things.
"i like negative space," hongbin says calmly, tracing a trail along the trunk of a tree for the line of fire to follow. "i like the way things aren't."
wonshik raises an eyebrow, and hongbin lets his hand fall, ignoring the sparks that leap after him. "what about you?"
"me?" questions wonshik with a frown. "never thought about it, really."
hongbin quirks his lips, and wonshik steps forward, picking up where the other left off. he traces searing, bold lines that scorch the bark, leaving the air thick with smoke. a cough behind him makes him stop, and he turns to find hongbin hunched over, wheezing. "sorry," he says with a choked laugh. "it's funny, isn't it? an asthmatic pyrokinetic."
he lets the flames burn themselves out and spends the rest of the afternoon running soothing hands down hongbin's back and helping him count his breaths.
when they trudge back home, hakyeon eyes him suspiciously. hongbin’s breaths are still a little short, and taekwoon silently retrieves his inhaler. “what happened,” hakyeon asks, accusingly.
“it’s nothing,” hongbin says with a faint smile. “i got carried away.”
“carried away,” echoes hakyeon disbelievingly.
hongbin smiles his sweet smile and lets hakyeon press a hot hand to his cheek. “i’m fine,” he reassures him, and hakyeon smoothes down his bangs for him.
hakyeon lets them go, but not without grabbing wonshik’s wrist and admonishing him to be more careful.
that night, wonshik stares up at the ceiling in the room he shares with jaehwan and hongbin. the skin on his arm burns, the boils in the shape of fingers having burst hours before.
#
“you should be careful,” says jaehwan, one morning without preamble. wonshik spoons another bite of cereal into his mouth. jaehwan kicks him under the table. “i’m serious,” he says. “don’t make hakyeon angry.”
“i haven’t,” says wonshik, frowning as he rubs his ankle.
“you haven’t, yet,” jaehwan corrects. “but the closer you get to hongbin, the more likely you will.”
wonshik stiffens. “are they--”
“no,” says jaehwan automatically. “but that makes it worse, doesn’t it?”
wonshik says nothing, doesn’t move until jaehwan points out his spoon is melting.
#
“kongie likes you, you know,” hakyeon says to him nonchalantly one day when he accompanies his hyung to the corner store. it takes wonshik a moment to figure out who kongie is, but when he does, he stays quiet, unsure of what to say.
“i think you like him, too,” hakyeon continues. “so, what do you think you’re doing?”
it’s funny, wonshik thinks with a suppressed shudder, how cold hakyeon can be even though he burns so hot. “i’m not doing anything,” wonshik says, as evenly as he can.
he takes a step back when hakyeon turns to face him, and his wrists tingle in reminder. “you haven’t done anything yet,” hakyeon corrects, looking amused.
“why does everyone keep saying that,” says wonshik. “if you’re going to set me on fire, just do it already.”
“oh,” says hakyeon contemplatively, turning back to the shelves. “i wouldn’t do that to you.” he pauses, half-bent towards a jar of peanut butter and squints up at wonshik. “why, should i?”
“no,” says wonshik. “i like my skin the way it is, thanks.”
“hm,” says hakyeon, sounding bored. “okay, fine, do whatever you want.”
his tone of voice suggests wonshik do the exact opposite, and wonshik doesn’t bother to argue.
#
hongbin leads him out into the cool city night when their room becomes too hot to sleep in. at first, wonshik had thought hakyeon had fallen ill, but hongbin had just laughed and tugged him out onto the balcony where they easily leapt over the railings. it wasn’t until they’d rounded the corner back to the front of the building did wonshik catch a glimpse of the bedroom hakyeon and taekwoon shared.
“oh,” he says, startled, unable to stop himself from watching the way the heat waves roll off hakyeon’s body with each thrust of taekwoon’s hips.
“intense, isn’t it?” hongbin whispers, right by his ear. wonshik swallows.
“yeah,” he says hoarsely, tearing his eyes away from the scene, but the image (god, the image) of hakyeon digging his fingers into taekwoon’s back, legs wrapped around taekwoon’s slim waist, is here to stay.
hongbin laughs lowly, and wonshik tries valiantly not to turn his face to capture those lips with his own. he succeeds for all of ten seconds before hongbin nips at his ear impatiently.
“are you going to kiss me or not,” says hongbin, because there’s really no question. so wonshik does.
02. binary relations. asked by anonymous on writevixx: I’d like to request LeoN as high schoolers and Taekwoon defends Hakyeon, who’s bullied, because he may or may not be in love with him. Maybe have Hakyeon be clingy and hero worship Taekwoon that finds annoying but loves it
Hakyeon has never been particularly outstanding in anything, but he’s a good enough student that the teachers like him, and he’s loud and exuberant enough to have collected his own circle of friends, but for the most part, Cha Hakyeon is not a particularly popular nor unpopular student at school. He simply, is.
Of course, simply being is pretty much all it takes to get the attention of his less than classy peers, and it’s not the first time Hakyeon finds himself being cornered in the restroom, scowling indignantly when his back hits the tiled walls.
“What,” he spits, a little intimidated, but mostly pissed off. “If you’re here for my lunch money, I already spent it.”
Byungjun, the biggest and dumbest of them all, sneers at him. “You’re just gonna have to get more, aren’t you?” and Hakyeon rolls his eyes at stupidity of it.
“Yeah, sure,” Hakyeon snipes back. “I’ll just run down to the bank and make a withdrawal from the account I don’t have.”
“Do that,” Byungjun says smugly. Hakyeon closes his eyes before quickly realizing that’s probably not the greatest idea and opens them just in time to duck the oncoming punch that misses his face by inches.
“Oh, for fuck’s-” he curses, as he scrambles to get out of the line of assault. It’s easier said than done, and aim seems to be one thing the gang of dumbasses aren’t lacking in.
He gets stepped on, of all things, and yelps indignantly (painfully). He’s pulled up forcefully by the scruff of his neck and braces himself for the punch to his face that he knows is inevitable.
It doesn’t come.
Hakyeon cracks open an eye to peek for the reason why. Byungjun’s got his fist in the air, ready to strike, but there’s someone behind him with their hand around his wrist, squeezing threateningly as if it intending to break it.
“Bell’s about to ring,” Taekwoon says, nonchalant and not a hair out of place. “You’re going to be late.”
The hold on Hakyeon reluctantly loosens, and the pressure on his rib cage lets up enough for him to breathe normally again. Nobody moves.
Hakyeon looks up at his savior and smiles brightly, unashamed. “We have got to stop meeting like this,” he says, and Taekwoon rolls his eyes.
“Are you coming to class or not,” Taekwoon says, doesn’t ask because he doesn’t have to. Hakyeon trots after him, trying to smooth out the wrinikles in his uniform as he goes.
They walk in companionable silence until they reach their classroom, and Taekwoon gives him a once-over, lips pursed in his characteristic frown.
“Your tie’s crooked,” he murmurs, reaching out and undoing the knot. Hakyeon lets him adjust the silk, biting back a smile when he’s sure from the way Taekwoon’s cheeks flush pink, that his tie is even more crooked than before.
“Thanks,” he says. “You know, for everything.”
“People would’ve talked,” Taekwoon says, meeting his eyes but not looking at him.
Hakyeon slips his hand into his, comforted by the dry warmth of Taekwoon’s palm and the loose acceptance of his fingers. “So let them,” he says, and the bell rings.
03. the 10 genres/10 sentences(-ish) meme
1. angst: "we miss you," hakyeon's voice says to his voicemail, tinny and distant; the noises in the background makes the words hard to hear but taekwoon catches everything hakyeon's just this side of too shy to admit. (i miss you. come home soon.)
2. au: "it could be worse," hakyeon says, smiling nervously when all taekwoon can do is groan. "jaehwan could've left it set to kill."
3. crack/humor: "are you serious," hakyeon shouts furiously, wobbling unsteadily on the stack of books he's perched on. "who the fuck keeps a shrinking ray just lying around?"
4. future fic: in the time it takes for vixx to win their first triple crown, hakyeon's too overwhelmed to say a word so wonshik commandeers the mic and says the appropriate words of thanks, but taekwoon doesn't hear any of it, too busy tucking hakyeon into his side and inconspicuously thumbing away the tears that start to fall.
5. first time: they take it slow, taekwoon's weight on hakyeon, heavy but comforting, sharing kisses and words and body heat (and all the little pieces of each other).
6. fluff: "i have a weak heart," hakyeon reminds him, grinning, hands drifting to settle on taekwoon's waist. "so please handle with care."
7. darkfic: it takes a lot to rile taekwoon, but hakyeon manages it every time, pushing and pushing until taekwoon throws him bodily against a wall, trapping him with a leg between his thighs, eyes flashing red and sharp fangs exposed, but this is how hakyeon loves him--dark and dangerous and out of control.
8. hurt/comfort: the nights are quiet and dangerous when sleep is nothing but a tease; he blames his morbid curiosity, his inability to let sleeping dogs lie when he reads one post then two then three until he's gone through an archive of hatemail, and he can't stop, he never stops until taekwoon physically pries his hands free of the keyboard and closes the laptop before pulling him to bed, kissing his eyelids until they're too heavy to lift.
9. smut: sometimes, hakyeon just needs to take it, brutal and furious, his legs spread wide as taekwoon fucks him hard and rough until he screams, throat raw and ragged, every ounce of keyed up energy drained away with a thrust of his hips.
10. ust: surprisingly, once they actually get together, once they've moved past their dance of lingering glances, the tension gets worse; now, the touches hold promise, a bite of the lip, a flick of the eyes have meaning. hakyeon's always been rather greedy and taekwoon's never been one to go back on his word.
01. requested by seulpeo: continuation of mutant delinquent au from this post
the first time wonshik meets hongbin, the boy is lying on his back, humming in acknowledgement whenever hakyeon pauses expectantly. he's quite beautiful, his jaw sharp, lips curled up in amusement, eyes closed. his hair is swept back, away from his face, and he lounges there in the middle of the room with the lazy grace of someone who's used to being underestimated, who knows he's much more that just a pretty face. wonshik wonders what kind of ferocity is lurking behind that smile.
there’s something dangerous about all of them. he knows this because there’s no other reason for them to stick together, no reason for taekwoon to approach him at school, leaning invasively into his space with his head cocked to one side, a hand beckoning him to follow. there’s no reason for taekwoon to lead him to a terribly furnished apartment with lighters scattered on the floors like lost coins. there’s no need for hakyeon to grin at him, eyes devious when he says, “i’ve been watching you, kim wonshik. i want to see what you can do.”
#
the first time wonshik actually talks to hongbin, hongbin just smiles at him without saying a word. it's expectant and calculating, but wonshik knows better. the kitchen is hot, and wonshik knows he's not the one who turned on the stove. "cute," he says, and hongbin's grin widens. the dimples really are quite charming.
the heat dies down, and wonshik lets out a breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding. "wonshik, right?" he asks, and wonshik nods. hongbin smiles to himself, laughing softly. "that's a nice name," he says, mouth rounding around the syllables. "kim wonshik."
"uh," says wonshik intelligently, eyeing the way tip of hongbin's tongue peeks out to lick his lips. (it's a very pretty mouth.) "thanks."
#
hongbin, wonshik comes to find, has a certain appreciation for things.
"i like negative space," hongbin says calmly, tracing a trail along the trunk of a tree for the line of fire to follow. "i like the way things aren't."
wonshik raises an eyebrow, and hongbin lets his hand fall, ignoring the sparks that leap after him. "what about you?"
"me?" questions wonshik with a frown. "never thought about it, really."
hongbin quirks his lips, and wonshik steps forward, picking up where the other left off. he traces searing, bold lines that scorch the bark, leaving the air thick with smoke. a cough behind him makes him stop, and he turns to find hongbin hunched over, wheezing. "sorry," he says with a choked laugh. "it's funny, isn't it? an asthmatic pyrokinetic."
he lets the flames burn themselves out and spends the rest of the afternoon running soothing hands down hongbin's back and helping him count his breaths.
when they trudge back home, hakyeon eyes him suspiciously. hongbin’s breaths are still a little short, and taekwoon silently retrieves his inhaler. “what happened,” hakyeon asks, accusingly.
“it’s nothing,” hongbin says with a faint smile. “i got carried away.”
“carried away,” echoes hakyeon disbelievingly.
hongbin smiles his sweet smile and lets hakyeon press a hot hand to his cheek. “i’m fine,” he reassures him, and hakyeon smoothes down his bangs for him.
hakyeon lets them go, but not without grabbing wonshik’s wrist and admonishing him to be more careful.
that night, wonshik stares up at the ceiling in the room he shares with jaehwan and hongbin. the skin on his arm burns, the boils in the shape of fingers having burst hours before.
#
“you should be careful,” says jaehwan, one morning without preamble. wonshik spoons another bite of cereal into his mouth. jaehwan kicks him under the table. “i’m serious,” he says. “don’t make hakyeon angry.”
“i haven’t,” says wonshik, frowning as he rubs his ankle.
“you haven’t, yet,” jaehwan corrects. “but the closer you get to hongbin, the more likely you will.”
wonshik stiffens. “are they--”
“no,” says jaehwan automatically. “but that makes it worse, doesn’t it?”
wonshik says nothing, doesn’t move until jaehwan points out his spoon is melting.
#
“kongie likes you, you know,” hakyeon says to him nonchalantly one day when he accompanies his hyung to the corner store. it takes wonshik a moment to figure out who kongie is, but when he does, he stays quiet, unsure of what to say.
“i think you like him, too,” hakyeon continues. “so, what do you think you’re doing?”
it’s funny, wonshik thinks with a suppressed shudder, how cold hakyeon can be even though he burns so hot. “i’m not doing anything,” wonshik says, as evenly as he can.
he takes a step back when hakyeon turns to face him, and his wrists tingle in reminder. “you haven’t done anything yet,” hakyeon corrects, looking amused.
“why does everyone keep saying that,” says wonshik. “if you’re going to set me on fire, just do it already.”
“oh,” says hakyeon contemplatively, turning back to the shelves. “i wouldn’t do that to you.” he pauses, half-bent towards a jar of peanut butter and squints up at wonshik. “why, should i?”
“no,” says wonshik. “i like my skin the way it is, thanks.”
“hm,” says hakyeon, sounding bored. “okay, fine, do whatever you want.”
his tone of voice suggests wonshik do the exact opposite, and wonshik doesn’t bother to argue.
#
hongbin leads him out into the cool city night when their room becomes too hot to sleep in. at first, wonshik had thought hakyeon had fallen ill, but hongbin had just laughed and tugged him out onto the balcony where they easily leapt over the railings. it wasn’t until they’d rounded the corner back to the front of the building did wonshik catch a glimpse of the bedroom hakyeon and taekwoon shared.
“oh,” he says, startled, unable to stop himself from watching the way the heat waves roll off hakyeon’s body with each thrust of taekwoon’s hips.
“intense, isn’t it?” hongbin whispers, right by his ear. wonshik swallows.
“yeah,” he says hoarsely, tearing his eyes away from the scene, but the image (god, the image) of hakyeon digging his fingers into taekwoon’s back, legs wrapped around taekwoon’s slim waist, is here to stay.
hongbin laughs lowly, and wonshik tries valiantly not to turn his face to capture those lips with his own. he succeeds for all of ten seconds before hongbin nips at his ear impatiently.
“are you going to kiss me or not,” says hongbin, because there’s really no question. so wonshik does.
02. binary relations. asked by anonymous on writevixx: I’d like to request LeoN as high schoolers and Taekwoon defends Hakyeon, who’s bullied, because he may or may not be in love with him. Maybe have Hakyeon be clingy and hero worship Taekwoon that finds annoying but loves it
Hakyeon has never been particularly outstanding in anything, but he’s a good enough student that the teachers like him, and he’s loud and exuberant enough to have collected his own circle of friends, but for the most part, Cha Hakyeon is not a particularly popular nor unpopular student at school. He simply, is.
Of course, simply being is pretty much all it takes to get the attention of his less than classy peers, and it’s not the first time Hakyeon finds himself being cornered in the restroom, scowling indignantly when his back hits the tiled walls.
“What,” he spits, a little intimidated, but mostly pissed off. “If you’re here for my lunch money, I already spent it.”
Byungjun, the biggest and dumbest of them all, sneers at him. “You’re just gonna have to get more, aren’t you?” and Hakyeon rolls his eyes at stupidity of it.
“Yeah, sure,” Hakyeon snipes back. “I’ll just run down to the bank and make a withdrawal from the account I don’t have.”
“Do that,” Byungjun says smugly. Hakyeon closes his eyes before quickly realizing that’s probably not the greatest idea and opens them just in time to duck the oncoming punch that misses his face by inches.
“Oh, for fuck’s-” he curses, as he scrambles to get out of the line of assault. It’s easier said than done, and aim seems to be one thing the gang of dumbasses aren’t lacking in.
He gets stepped on, of all things, and yelps indignantly (painfully). He’s pulled up forcefully by the scruff of his neck and braces himself for the punch to his face that he knows is inevitable.
It doesn’t come.
Hakyeon cracks open an eye to peek for the reason why. Byungjun’s got his fist in the air, ready to strike, but there’s someone behind him with their hand around his wrist, squeezing threateningly as if it intending to break it.
“Bell’s about to ring,” Taekwoon says, nonchalant and not a hair out of place. “You’re going to be late.”
The hold on Hakyeon reluctantly loosens, and the pressure on his rib cage lets up enough for him to breathe normally again. Nobody moves.
Hakyeon looks up at his savior and smiles brightly, unashamed. “We have got to stop meeting like this,” he says, and Taekwoon rolls his eyes.
“Are you coming to class or not,” Taekwoon says, doesn’t ask because he doesn’t have to. Hakyeon trots after him, trying to smooth out the wrinikles in his uniform as he goes.
They walk in companionable silence until they reach their classroom, and Taekwoon gives him a once-over, lips pursed in his characteristic frown.
“Your tie’s crooked,” he murmurs, reaching out and undoing the knot. Hakyeon lets him adjust the silk, biting back a smile when he’s sure from the way Taekwoon’s cheeks flush pink, that his tie is even more crooked than before.
“Thanks,” he says. “You know, for everything.”
“People would’ve talked,” Taekwoon says, meeting his eyes but not looking at him.
Hakyeon slips his hand into his, comforted by the dry warmth of Taekwoon’s palm and the loose acceptance of his fingers. “So let them,” he says, and the bell rings.
03. the 10 genres/10 sentences(-ish) meme
1. angst: "we miss you," hakyeon's voice says to his voicemail, tinny and distant; the noises in the background makes the words hard to hear but taekwoon catches everything hakyeon's just this side of too shy to admit. (i miss you. come home soon.)
2. au: "it could be worse," hakyeon says, smiling nervously when all taekwoon can do is groan. "jaehwan could've left it set to kill."
3. crack/humor: "are you serious," hakyeon shouts furiously, wobbling unsteadily on the stack of books he's perched on. "who the fuck keeps a shrinking ray just lying around?"
4. future fic: in the time it takes for vixx to win their first triple crown, hakyeon's too overwhelmed to say a word so wonshik commandeers the mic and says the appropriate words of thanks, but taekwoon doesn't hear any of it, too busy tucking hakyeon into his side and inconspicuously thumbing away the tears that start to fall.
5. first time: they take it slow, taekwoon's weight on hakyeon, heavy but comforting, sharing kisses and words and body heat (and all the little pieces of each other).
6. fluff: "i have a weak heart," hakyeon reminds him, grinning, hands drifting to settle on taekwoon's waist. "so please handle with care."
7. darkfic: it takes a lot to rile taekwoon, but hakyeon manages it every time, pushing and pushing until taekwoon throws him bodily against a wall, trapping him with a leg between his thighs, eyes flashing red and sharp fangs exposed, but this is how hakyeon loves him--dark and dangerous and out of control.
8. hurt/comfort: the nights are quiet and dangerous when sleep is nothing but a tease; he blames his morbid curiosity, his inability to let sleeping dogs lie when he reads one post then two then three until he's gone through an archive of hatemail, and he can't stop, he never stops until taekwoon physically pries his hands free of the keyboard and closes the laptop before pulling him to bed, kissing his eyelids until they're too heavy to lift.
9. smut: sometimes, hakyeon just needs to take it, brutal and furious, his legs spread wide as taekwoon fucks him hard and rough until he screams, throat raw and ragged, every ounce of keyed up energy drained away with a thrust of his hips.
10. ust: surprisingly, once they actually get together, once they've moved past their dance of lingering glances, the tension gets worse; now, the touches hold promise, a bite of the lip, a flick of the eyes have meaning. hakyeon's always been rather greedy and taekwoon's never been one to go back on his word.