ailoveleeworld

[ailoveleeworld]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: VIXX, Kpop - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cha Hakyeon | N/Jung Taekwoon | Leo Characters: Cha Hakyeon | N, Jung Taekwoon | Leo, Kim Wonshik | Ravi, Lee Hongbin, Lee Jaehwan | Ken, Han Sanghyuk | Hyuk Additional Tags: bandfic, Blowjobs, Fluff, Porn with Feelings, this has a story, i tried to follow chronology, i probably messed some stuff up, dont sue me, i tried to make people happy this time Summary:

Hakyeon knew he was dreaming because he was floating over what appeared to be the Pacific Ocean. “Kiss me, Hakyeon.” Taekwoon was there too. The moon passed over the sun, eclipsing all light. “It’s too dark.” “Kiss me.” Taekwoon began sinking into the ocean. “I can’t see.”

Hakyeon wants to always be around him. He doesn't want to be anywhere near him. He wants to hold him. He wants to get his life together.

He wants to call his mom. Again.

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Ah, wow, a smarty-pants, huh? -She taps her temples and grins cheekily- Columbia is quite the school. And Biology is quite the major. Were you pre-med or...? -she wrinkles her nose and shakes her head- Nope, not a fashion major. Journalism, actually. Went to NYU, though. The fashion thing just kinda happened, you know, when I moved here. Vogue had an opening, and so I moved. -She lets that become her story quite frequently, though there's much more to it- I used to write for the New Yorker. 

Well, I’m a full-blooded NYC baby. Lived there my whole life. {‘his smile spreads to a grin now — it’s strange, being able to speak his language again so comfortably with a stranger} Columbia. Biological sciences. {‘he scratches his head, wondering if it sounds strange and unexpected} You? {‘he’s eager to turn the point of conversation to you as he taps his chin, a smirk riding up his lips} Lemme guess, fashion major? NYU? 

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Ailee let the words hang between them for a moment before inviting them in, cautious in the face of losing herself in her thoughts, as the other had done earlier. She had a way of not seeing things coming, of opening doors to seemingly expected rooms in her own mind, only to find herself lost. Not quite in a maze...more like a warehouse. Someplace large, open, abandoned, dark. Someplace where no one could hear her or reach out towards her to pull her back. 

"Mental death, huh?" she considered it for a bit, finger sliding faster over the rim of her empty drink. She watched the movement of skin against the clear glass, focusing on that as she pondered her reply. "I'm just not sure it is possible to do and feel everything. The world is so vast...filled with so many interesting people and animals and places...I just can't quite fathom anyone having lived it all. I mean...I look at it this way, right?" She gestured with wide arms around at everyone in the bar, from the disgruntled couple (still side-eyeing her with grudge-filled expressions) to the bartender to the man grabbing his coat to leave. 

"We're all in this...this pool of souls, right? And we're just floating, focussed only on our little spot in the pool, even though our soul is pressed practically wedged between other souls at all times. And we just float there, staring up at the sky, waiting for adventure or love or something to take us somewhere else. Somewhere we think we'll be happy." She wore at her bottom lip with her front two teeth, eyes narrowing in thought. "As a journalist, I live my life so utterly and completely concerned about other peoples' lives, trying to fix them or fix the world or whatever. But then...I just sit here and think about all the souls I've touched. And I don't mean in a cute way...I don't mean 'touched' in an emotional way. I mean, I think about all the people I've passed, all the lives I've somehow altered with my own existence..."

There was a pause, then, as she felt a strange foreboding sense of thrill climbing up the notches in her spine. "And I just think it never ends. We're never done. As long as there are others, people who care for us, merely interact with us at all...threaten us--" There was another pause, and a flash in front of her eyes of a dark tunnel below a highway underpass, cars formed in a circle around her, but she blinked the image away. "There's always something we're reaching for. There's always something we're running from. Life doesn't stop for us. No matter how empty we feel." 

She allowed her thoughts to rise up and dissipate like rain on a steaming road. She turned her attention back to Taemin and smiled softly. "Does that work as an answer? I got a bit off-topic, but you know...minds never seem to stay on one track. And, I suppose I keep offering you something because I was taught to play fair. Though I don't always follow that rule." 

"Curious way of looking at it," he admitted, although he seemed to almost appreciate the way her views were not necessarily what most would call conventional. After all, so many were taught from a young age of how they should not speak things that might hurt another, to be careful with one’s words, keep your tongue in check. Although Taemin certainly did so himself to a certain degree, there was an equal side of him which was unpredictable, a side which rarely played by the rules, a side which danced over customs and painted laughing devils in the books of law.

"… There is always the chance," he said slowly, after hearing her speak of happiness, however, "that once you have experienced everything there is to experience, instead of happiness, you feel death. Not of body, but of mind, as suddenly nothing in the world seems to truly excite you. You become unhappy because you realise you have done all there is to do and suddenly all you have left to do is be content with where it has taken you. You do not seem like the kind of person to be content though, especially not with what you just told me, so, Ailee, Yejin of true name… what then would you do?"

He hummed out a low sound of amusement, shifting in his seat to—-much like her—-lean forth, and he folded his arms across the worn table, cocking an eyebrow. “Perhaps if you are resilient, I will take you there one day,” he said loftily, before full lips pursed and a flicker of amusement set alight in his eyes anew. “You keep insisting you ought to get me something, miss…. why is that, if I may ask? Do you seek to make me intoxicated with you?” he queried, although his playful tone gave away the lack of serious accusation.

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-A pleased, relieved smile curls on her lips as she hears the familiar slur, and she pats her chest a few times for emphasis as she speaks- Born in New Jersey. Went to school in Rochester. Recently moved from New York City, too. -She draws her tongue quickly over her chapped lips, eager to speak again- Did you study there? In New York City, I mean? -She laughs awkwardly when she realizes she probably seems overwhelmingly interested in this stranger's life, but it has been so long since she's been able to speak her native language- 

Shit. {‘he mutters under his breath, when you reply to him in English. if there’s one thing he learned while living in Seoul for the last month, it’s that people usually run away when you reply to them in English. no matter what you’ve said. it soon clicks in his mind that you’ve understood what he’s said, you understand English, you’re American. so he lets out a soft chuckle (probably out of embarrassment) before running his fingers through his blonde locks} New York City. {‘he points to himself, smiling quite proudly} You? 

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Er...right? Isn't that the, uh, the name of it? -She squints at the scrawled loopy cursive that had smeared across her skin under her leather gloves- Hongdae? I-- -At the sight of your expression shifting into one of utter and complete horror, her own expression softens. She startles back when she hears English suddenly hanging in the air between them, as if haunting her, but then she realizes it had come from your mouth- Not Korean? -She jabs her thumb over her heart- American. 

Hm? {‘Jayce’s eyes flicker as he turns to face you, his eyebrows scrunched. at your question, his eyes only widen in panic (he’s not very good at hiding his emotions)} Hong…Dae? {‘he’s still getting used to the names of the area (why were there so many daes and sis-), he flashes you a small smile and runs his fingers through his hair before starting to reply in English} sorry. not korean. {‘points to himself} japanese. 

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-Apprehensively, she walks up behind you and tugs on the back of your shirt- Hey, uh...um...Sir? Do you know the way to -She peeks down at the writing on her palm- Hongdae? I'm not quite sure where...I...am? -Her mouth twists into a nervous smile as she glances around at the street signs, all of them looking familiar in a 'you're definitely in the wrong place' kind of way- 

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Ailee's gaze shifted with Taemin's towards the aforementioned couple, and she felt a bubble of laughter rise up in her throat. She lifted her hand to shield the sound and the curve of her lips, though that was mostly because she was self-conscious of her mouth in a way that girls are often taught to be. "There's no point in speaking if you aren't going to be honest. We're given our own minds and thoughts for a reason. Why keep them bottled up? I know what my own thoughts are, so I must be meant to share them with those who can't hear them in my head." 

She swirled her fingertip over the rim of the glass, gathering condensation on the skin, which she flicked away. "I wouldn't say happiness is mundane, but comfort is mundane. Comfort in seeking information that will soothe you instead of incite more complicated feelings. I like to make people...expand their horizons. It's fine to want to be comfortable. It's fine to want to be happy. Everyone wants to be happy. I want to be happy. But only after letting myself feel everything. Only after opening myself up to all the possibilities." 

She lifted her glass and finished off the rest of the dark liquid, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before leaning closer to the man across the table. "I'm not the kind of lady you need to protect from treachery," she said. "You invited me here, so why not invite me there?" She pointed at his forehead, one corner of her mouth lifting crookedly. "But, yes, that was a lovely drink, and it feels even lovelier as it spreads into my fingers and toes and head. Now..." she tapped the top of the table. "Tell me what I can get you." 

"… I have to admit," he said as his gaze briefly touched at the couple she had previously doused with a healthy amount of sour mood, "that you do seem quite used to being the one to deliver words not exactly well, mmh, let’s say received.” His lips curled into something akin of a smile, as in his lap he let pale fingers lace together calmly, and his gaze returned to his company. “A talent for touching the sore spots, but writing mundane articles. So would you say happiness is mundane?” he queried, not quite to trick her into needing to retract her own previous words, but perhaps… out of genuine curiosity of some kind. He had met his share of peculiar individuals during his long life and, he was rather sure he could say, some of them had indeed looked upon happiness as something to be frowned upon. Especially when it came to the topic of entertainment.

He had not meant to become distant in the midst of conversation, but his mind had a way of its own at times. Or were it his personality that was—-left in its unhinged state—-prone to make him behave sometimes, not as smooth and polished as could be. He was a coin with two sides; both sides a part of him, but rarely able to peacefully merge together. “… Yes,” he said, after his eyes had been upon her for a couple of wordless seconds, and he let his lips shape a smile. “I just decided to take a small mindwalk. I would have invited you to come with me but the path is most treacherous and not fit for a lady,” he told her, something of a joke in his tone of voice as he winked.

"Enjoying your drink?" he asked then, gaze falling to the pint she had before her. Behind full lips, a tongue touched the edges of teeth, and within his gut he felt the wrench of hunger, but it were one of different kind than hers would likely, ever be. It was darker, haunting, maddening if not kept shackled. A hunger he had played games with in the past, but on this day, it were the crawling bug he squashed out of his focus. Not now. Not here.

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Anonymously tell me what you think of me. Don't sugarcoat it. I am just genuinely intrigued.

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It’s about that time of year, lovelies. The one with the flowers and the chocolates, singles both ready to mingle and some who prefer solitude, cavity inducing couples hanging around—anyways!

We have decided to hold a small event for gxssip’s very first Valentine’s day!

For this event we will be anonymously pairing participants with each other as the elusive secret valentine. We hope that this will be a step towards the family becoming closer by having those of you wanting to join, interacting with someone that maybe you haven’t spoken with very much. With that, anyone in a relationship is free to join as well though we will not tolerate anything even testing the border of platonic if they are seeing someone — just be friendly!

Please reblog this post to spread the word and if you would like to participate please like the post! 

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Pro C (ft. Ailee) - Love Hurts

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Wow, Yonghwa from CN Blue is offering me his phone number? -she chuckled softly behind her palm before retrieving her cell phone, handing it out towards him- Go ahead and type it in. I have a habit of typing in the wrong numbers and texting many strangers by accident. 

Ah, yeah, I'd love to go to Tokyo. I've been trying to weasel the idea into my boss' head, since I think I could write a killer article if I actually, you know, got to go to the production companies and meet the designers first-hand, instead of over the phone. -she shook her head and sighed- I'd also just really enjoy getting out and moving around. I'm such a busy-body, and I can't seem to stay put anywhere. 

I actually used to sing in talent shows growing up. You know, like pagent-y type things. I'm not sure they have those here. I tried to learn piano a few times, but my hands just feel too small to reach the keys. -she laughed again, this time leaving her palm at her side and allowing her lips to spread into a warm smile- I really love alternative music, so bass guitars and electric guitars fascinate me. Especially when they're played really skillfully. 

Should we exchange numbers? [he was serious when the question was asked, but as it processed in his head, he smiled and let out an embarrassed chuckle] A-Ah.. I meant to say if we exchange numbers, you can message me if you are having direction problems.

[his eyes lit up then at the mention of the Tokyo fashion] Is that so? Is it fun to write about fashion? They have really nice clothes. If you get the opportunity, you should visit there first hand. Everything is better when you see it for yourself instead of looking through someone else’s eyes like on the internet or video.

Oh.. [it was hard not to become shy when one were speaking such words, but rather than pulling away from the subject, he attempt to shift it more toward her] Do you know how to play any instruments? Is there any that stand out to you the most?

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If there's one thing Ailee hates, it's feeling out of control. It's feeling like a burden or a child or someone unreasonable. But with the liquor burning and churning like acid in her gut, Ailee finds it hard to maintain control over her speech, her actions, her general appearance. Her hair has fallen like a curtain on either side of her cheeks, and her tongue feels heavy in her mouth as she tries to explain her request to the dark figure now standing in front of her, his outline blurred by the strobing lights situated behind him. 

"I want you to guess," she says, collapsing backward, her head feeling like it's lined with lead. "My favorite song. Guess it. If it's right, then you win, and if it's wrong, then you keep playing." She crosses her arms over her chest, as if declaring this her final answer. 

Ailee has a habit of playing tricks, irking people, generally being an aggravating peevish sort of person. But she figures...what's the point in being if you don't make a statement? What's the point in living if people don't recognize your life somehow? Here, in this kind of setting where she's surrounded by bodies floating in this kind of pool of life and movement, Ailee feels an overwhelming urge to stand out, which is what led her into the DJ booth in the first place, a kind of literal high-ground above the others. 

"Play with me, won't you?" she asks, lifting her eyes to the man's face, hoping her expression is as sincere as her intentions. 

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