#jaehwan fanfic

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by stromboli_cannoli

Taekwoon was used to getting dragged into Jaehwan's brainless ideas. Becoming his pretend boyfriend to weasel his way out of a date was just one of them.

Words: 5357, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: VIXX

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jung Taekwoon | Leo, Lee Jaehwan | Ken, Cha Hakyeon | N, Han Sanghyuk | Hyuk, Lee Hongbin, Kim Wonshik | Ravi

Relationships: Jung Taekwoon | Leo/Lee Jaehwan | Ken, Cha Hakyeon | N/Jung Taekwoon | Leo, Cha Hakyeon | N/Kim Wonshik | Ravi, Han Sanghyuk | Hyuk/Lee Hongbin

Additional Tags: Romance, Humor, slight angst, Happy Ending, background homophobia, Polyamorous Hakyeon, Established Relationship, Neo eventually becomes Keo, Alternate Universe, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Biting, Cheesy, Cliche

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❧ Celestial | Hyuken Oneshot

Jaehwan wanted to do something special for Sanghyuk.

He still had much to learn about mortal affairs, but he had been with Sanghyuk for many seasons, long enough to know that he was extremely busy and stressed every winter. Jaehwan didn’t particularly understand—school was one the most enjoyable periods of his existence as an angel—but apparently, mortals even did education differently. His lover insisted it was hell on Earth.

Jaehwan thought that was a bit dramatic. If hell had come to Earth, they surely wouldn’t be alive anymore, especially if Taekwoon was in a sour mood. The celestial of death and the underworld was known to be temperamental most of the time, even when the celestial of seasons and vegetation was home. Taekwoon adored Hakyeon more than any other living thing in the universe, and he was still the same condescending, moody person that bickered with the celestial of the heavens until Wonshik was ready to physically wrestle him that Jaehwan always knew.

Regardless, Sanghyuk had exhausted himself so much this season that he had fallen ill, and the moment he recovered, he was back to his studies and his work. Things had settled down since then, but Jaehwan felt awful about his lover pushing himself so hard. Sanghyuk only spent a few days resting—and fussing about being contagious while Jaehwan took care of him even though the angel insisted he was immune to mortal diseases—and it took weeks for his symptoms to go away.

Jaehwan hated how tired he looked, how he had recently lost interest in his hobbies because of the change in the seasons, and how many hours he spent in front of his computer. The angel often had the entire day to himself even when he set aside time to work on his art while his lover only had a few hours to sleep. He didn’t like that at all.

He wanted to help Sanghyuk rest during his break. He wanted to do something special for him that would make the end of such a long year meaningful—memorable—but he was having a hard time figuring out exactly what that something special should be.

So he asked the second most important mortal in his life for help. Hongbin suggested a few things—an expensive gift for the upcoming holiday, a vacation out of their realm, a fancy meal. None of those things rang any bells. Birthdays warranted the biggest celebration in their relationship, and Jaehwan prepared most of the meals in their home on the account that Sanghyuk could not cook a proper meal if the universe itself were in danger. And Sanghyuk had only processed the fact that Jaehwan was an angel—technically fallen but not banished yet willingly Earthbound—very recently. He wasn’t ready to travel between realms yet. He had a sensitive stomach.

The angel was nearly on the verge of despair when Hongbin proposed another idea.

“Why don’t you dress up for him, then? Do you have any lingerie?”

“You mean underwear? I wear that all the time. Sanghyuk spends more time complaining about it getting in the way than he does appreciating it.”

“First of all, I didn’t need to know that. Second, lingerie and underwear are two completely different things. Lingerie is for appeal. It’s fancier, more expensive, and more suggestive than underwear.”

“How is fancy underwear going to make Sanghyuk feel better?”

Jaehwan didn’t understand the so-called appeal until Hongbin showed him some pictures, then some videos, then some of his own sets. Lingerie rang many bells—it rang every bell in Jaehwan’s brain, actually.

After recording his measurements and blowing up Hongbin’s phone with questions about conversions, he secretly placed an order with an overseas company and counted the days until his surprise arrived. Whenever his lover asked why he had blue stars marked on their calendar, Jaehwan could only grin mischievously.

The package coincidently arrived the same day Sanghyuk was out running errands with his older sister Sowon for the afternoon, leaving Jaehwan plenty of time to soak in a warm bath and figure out all the buckles and adjustable straps over the phone with Hongbin’s help before he returned home.

“Jae,” Sanghyuk called softly from the living room as the front door clicked shut behind him. “I’m back from unwillingly driving my obnoxious sister around and trying not to swerve into oncoming traffic every five minutes. Where are you?”

Jaehwan felt his cheeks flush as he stared at himself in their bathroom mirror. He had never felt this pretty in clothes before. Most angels were comfortable nude, and when they did dress, it was always in something loose and breathable, never in restrictive, limiting garments—which mortals had been wearing for centuries. Lingerie was definitely a fine line between nude and dressed, and as Jaehwan teased the thin, lacy fabric on his hips, he wondered if Sanghyuk would think he looked pretty, too. He wondered if he would appreciate his surprise. He wondered if he would finally be able to unwind, if only for a little while.

“Jae?” Sanghyuk called, his footsteps drawing closer as Jaehwan’s heartbeat rang in his ears. The angel turned off the light, stepped out of the bathroom and sat on the end of their bed as he waited for his lover to find him. “Are we playing another hiding and seeking game? I brought-”

Before Jaehwan knew it, Sanghyuk pushed the door to their bedroom open and stood in the doorway with his mouth open and a bundle of red adonis in his hand.

They stared at each other for a long time. Was this supposed to happen? Jaehwan should have asked Hongbin for more advice. His best friend insisted they would both know what to do, but he wasn’t sure if Sanghyuk was even breathing.

“I brought you flowers...” Sanghyuk finally exhaled. He had a mixed expression on his gorgeous face and snowflakes in his hair. It was almost as if he was struggling to understand what was going on and attempting to let go of control at the same time. Jaehwan wanted to kiss him senseless, but he stayed put on their bed.

“Come over here and give them to me, then,” Jaehwan responded, his voice soft and sweet as he blinked slowly at his lover.

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Shipper Tag Game

thanks so much to @godotismissingx for tagging me again!

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

i'll be honest LOL i was oblivious in stuff like this when i was a teenager. yes, i'd drool over celebrities and characters, but i never knew shipping was a thing.

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

i got into the fandom culture very late, so my first ship was joseph chandler x emerson kent from whitechapel

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

i honestly don't remember. i got into fanfic pretty late too. maybe whitechapel as well?

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

nope

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

i don't really do discourse most of the time.

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

i don't know how you define no-otp. like is it just something you don't ship, or you hate? there are ships that i don't like, and i just don't mention them at all on my blog. if you know that i've watched a show or film, but i never mention or reblog a popular ship from the show/film, that's probably my no-otp...

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

LOL i'm predictable, shi qiang x wang miao (shiwang) from three-body. i'm especially into reading fanfic recently. one of the first things i check every morning is if there's new shiwang fic.

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

shiwang has been living in my mind rent free for an entire year now, and i haven't gotten tired of them yet...probably never will...

recently i'm into cheng bing x pan dahai from the lonely warrior and tang chuan x shi hong from the devotion of suspect x.

and just to name a few other otps: guang hongfeng x zhou xun in day and night, lee joongyeop x cha jaehwan from chimera, lee chang x youngshin in kingdom; cheng fengtai x shangxirui from winter begonia, agron x nasir from spartacus, jack x ianto from torchwood, and my first whitechapel ship is always very important to me.

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

i'm used to not having ships be 100% canon. what can you do? sigh!

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

can't really think of anything

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

can't think of anything either...

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

i don't really have one...xD...

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

definitely shiwang...i kinda stopped reading fanfic in early 2019 due to the original sin/原生之罪 drama and a family incident...i might have tried some fanfic occasionally, but i generally wasn't in a mood for fanfic until three-body aired in 2023.

another reason is back then, most chinese fanfic writers don't really use ao3, so lots of fanfic for day and night and original sin was on lofter and weibo instead of ao3. and it's a pain in the ass trying to track fic on those sites. but now, most of the shiwang fic would be on ao3. and because shiwang is very loved in cfandom, new fic never stops coming.

i do read western fandom fanfic too, but definitely not as much as the chinese ones ever since i got back into cdramas in 2017.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

give me all of the dilfslove or dld (dilf loves dilf) LOL.

enemies to lover is something i always like. though how you define "enemy" would be very different in different ships. i also tend to ship work partners (detective duos; cop & some kind of consultant; villain duos)

15. What you absolutely hate in a ship?

maybe the lack of chemistry? if i can't feel the chemistry between the actors, no matter how romantic or hot the plot is between them, i probably won't ship them.

tagging @bahoreal @xinxiaojie @yohankang @zhivchik @a-very-fond-farewell @randomingoftherandomness only if you haven't done this and want to do it; also tagging any followers who want to do this.

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The Scholar’s Love Ch. 2

Genre: Romance, Drama, Alternate universe

Pairing: KenxOC

Warning: none

Summary:    

“You seem pretty passionate about politics, my lady,” Prince Jaehwan broke the silence.

“It has always been my dream to be an official, Your Highness,” I nodded.

“You can call me by my name when it`s only the two of us,” he smirked when I gave him a blank confused look, “After all didn`t have an unspoken agreement to get married?”

part one

Two. 

Which of the princes was he exactly? It couldn`t be Jongsu because he was only fourteen which meant that he was either Junho, the Crown Prince, or Jaehwan, the second Prince. I bit the end of my brush and chewed on it.

He promised that he`d come again but he never did. I knew that it was stupid of me to want to see him again yet I found myself waiting for his return. I tried to reason with myself that it was probably because it was my very first encounter with a man, so it felt new and exciting.

“Congratulations,” Adra interrupted my inner dilemma.

“On what?”

She sat on the cushion next to mine.

“On your essay, of course,” she placed her head on my shoulder and let out a deep sigh, “Why are you so talented?”

I chuckled. It was true that our teacher praised me for my last essay and he was not a man who`d speak empty words. But before I received the slightest of compliments, I`d get scolded daily. But recently I had gotten better both when it came to writing and debates. The amount of books piled on my desk along with the hundreds of burned candles were finally bearing fruit.

“You don`t seem to enjoy it here very much,” I said softly stroking her hair as if she was my younger sister, “Why didn`t you apply for a lady-in-waiting?”

“I mustn`t disappoint Father,” Adra whispered.

“Yes, we mustn`t disappoint Father,” I repeated automatically.

“Lady Nala,” I heard a boy calling me and when I raised my head I saw my teacher`s servant, “My master wants to see you.”

I nodded quickly but my heart sunk. I exchanged a quick glance with Adra and followed the boy.

What would teacher want with me? Did I not perform satisfactory? I strived with everything I could to be one of the best students in our group and it wasn`t easy. We were daughters and sons of scholars after all. All of us had had access to the best tutors. We came prepared to the Palace.

My teacher`s study was almost dark despite today being a lovely sunny day. He usually kept the curtains drawn. The aroma of calming incense hit my nose upon entering.

He was standing by his desk idly practicing calligraphy. He often said to us that nothing much was left for him to do since he was in the fall of his life. But we saw him working tirelessly despite the casual façade he`d put on.

I bowed.

“Master”

“You still have a lot to learn,” my heart sunk by the way he acknowledged my presence and I mentally prepared myself to be scolded, ”You are showing some advancement, of course, but far from perfect.”

“Yes, Master,” I replied as humbly as I could and stared at the tips of my shoes.

“Your father is a great scholar, so I believe you are not completely hopeless. In fact you`re less hopeless than many of my pupils,” he continues while his brush painted with beautiful steady strokes.

I inhaled the incense hoping to help me soothe my nerves.

“It`s my fortune to be your student, Master.”

He groaned and a drop of ink fell on top of his creation.

“You talk too much. I lost my concentration because of you.”

I bowed deeply sensing my impending doom. Teacher sighed and sat on his chair.

“Anyway, Minister Ha is sick. The weather has been so horrid lately and he has cold. He won`t be able to come to the Palace for the time being and the Imperial Doctor advised him that he should stay in bed.”

I blinked a couple of times. What had Minister Ha`s illness had to do with me? He was a powerful politician and I was a mere student of his friend.

“He needs someone to do the writing for him. Someone who can come to his manor daily,” teacher looked at me and I finally understood.

“Thank you, Master,” I bowed a couple of times, ready to shed a few tears of joy.

Writing instead of someone else was a simple task anyone could do. Any of his students could do it but teacher wanted me to meet influential people in court. He was taking care of my future.

“Don`t thank me,” he interrupted my erratic and excited mumbling, “Your writing is like a child`s and I hope your don`t embarrass me in front of him.”

“I will never to something like this on purpose,” I quickly tried to reassure him, “I will  do my best to uphold the prestige of our institu..”

“Alright, alright!” he waved dismissively but I knew that he wasn`t really annoyed with me, “Go away already and prepare yourself.”

It was stupid but I felt some tears of gratitude threatening to burst from my eyes. I brushed them quickly.

“Thank you, Master, I will not disappoint you.”

And before he could nag me again, I turned on my heel and ran outside.

---  

“That would be all,” Minister Ha said and managed to stand help from a maid.

I curtsied and started picking up my brushes.

“I should be heading to bed now,” he added quietly, his voice quite raspy from all the talking.

“Take care of your health,” I bowed again.

He didn`t go much further since a servant announced someone`s arrival. I heard Minister Ha coughing and instructing him to welcome the guest.

I quickly wrapped my used brushes in a thick cloth and put them in their box. I was so excited when this morning I was presented with a badge which allowed me to exit the Palace. For the first time in months I felt important and it lasted until I stood before the minister. He was an imposing man of forty and even sick and pale he still acted with so much authority that I didn`t dare to say anything except answer his occasional questions.

I tucked the box in my bag and took the time to straighten the crinkles of my dress because I didn`t want to embarrass myself in front of Minister Ha`s guest. I wasn`t allowed to wear my uniform outside the Palace so instead I opted for one of my own dresses. It was a simple light green one that I hoped made me look trustworthy and serious.

I was about to made my exit when I heard the visitor`s voice and it made me stop abruptly behind the bead curtain which divided the study and inner hall. It sounded familiar and I couldn`t remember where I had heard it exactly but it made my heart beat a lot faster than usual.

I peeked carefully and saw him. The Prince.

He was sitting there, smiling at the Minister and discussing the current problem that plagued the government – the flood in the Eastern region.  

I quickly took a step back and hid behind a decorative screen. I never expected to see him again. Too much time had passed since that afternoon in the library and it was evident that he had just flirted with me out of boredom and then quickly forgot about it. I, on the other hand, notoriously famous for not caring about love and romance, couldn`t do it. I felt my cheeks burning with shame.

I contemplated on the thought of remaining hidden there until he left but the Minister knew that I was still in his study. It would be awfully impolite not to leave.

Just take your own advice and be brave, you wretched girl. All you have to do is be polite and exit gracefully.

I took a deep breath and entered the inner hall with a steady moderately fast pace.

“Minister Ha, I bid you farewell,” I bowed, keeping my head down.

“Since you are training to be an official,” his voice rang in my ears painfully before I could even attempt to exit, “Please give us your opinion of the flood situation. Let us see if it coincides with Prince Jaehwan`s.”

I raised my head just a tiny bit and risked a quick glance towards the young man. Prince Jaehwan. This means he was the second in line.

I fell on my knees and made an unnecessarily formal bow.

“Forgive me for not greeting you before, Your Highness,” I croaked because my mouth suddenly went dry.

“Please, stand,” he said and I rose shakily.

The Prince looked amused and pleasantly surprised. His full soft lips were curved in a subtle smile. At least he remembered me. It didn`t, however, erase the fact that he just used me to waste some of his free time.

“The flood,” Minister Ha reminded and I stopped staring like an idiot, “In your opinion how is Crown Prince handling the situation?”

That was a tricky question. Crown Prince was entrusted with this task from the King. I couldn`t afford to criticize him severely especially in front of his brother. Be brave. You`ve done this many times before in the classroom with the other students. It`s no different now.

“His Highness has acted in timely fashion,” I said carefully, ”But building the dams takes time and resources the Eastern region doesn`t really have. I would suggest relocating man power from the Southern province.”

“King Samsa is waiting to attack us and weakening the South is not a good idea,” Prince Jaehwan objected, “They can only provide food for the hungry families. But keeping enough men at our borders is crucial for long-lasting peace.”

“The faster the Eastern region recovers, the quicker it will start producing weapons for our army. I believe that His Majesty hasn`t forgotten that our iron mines are there.”

“I haven`t, of course, but I`d rather transfer men from elsewhere or slow down the building process than leave our borders unprotected.”

“Potential war conflict is not worth an internal one and the citizen are suffering,” I was speaking louder and more confidently now.

“So you`re saying that my brother isn`t doing his job properly and the common people are paying the price?” Prince Jaehwan raised an eyebrow, a devilish smile plastered on his lips.

For a moment I had forgotten who I was speaking to. I bowed hastily.

“Forgive me, Your Highness, I am young and ignorant still,” I spewed the words trying to sound as humble as possible, “I am in no place to criticize your brother. May the gods punish me for this.”

He tried to suppress his laughter and I felt like an idiot. Minister Ha also seemed to take our discussion as entertainment.

“On account of your youth and ignorance, I forgive you,” Prince Jaehwan said barely trying to conceal his smile.

I hated him vehemently in this very moment. He was sitting casually, in his luxurious robes, being handsome and of royal blood and I was standing before him and patiently enduring everything while he was making a fool out of me in front of Minister Ha.

“Please allow me to take my leave,” I cleared my throat, “I have work waiting for me in the library.”

“Go. You did well today,” Minister Ha dismissed me with a gesture.

Relieved I curtsied first to the Prince and then to him and quickly made my exit.

The cool spring wind hit my face and I instantly felt relieved. As bad as it was, it was over now and could go back to the Palace and enjoy some quiet time with my books. I wasn`t a person of importance now but later when I became a real official I could face the royals without any fear and they`d take my words seriously.

I reached the front gate of the manor and as I was about to step out, I heard someone calling me. It was Prince Jaehwan. I sighed mentally stopped so that he can come to me.

“Your Highness?”

“Miss Nala,” he gave me the most charming innocent smile, ”Allow me to escort you to the Palace.”

I took a sharp breath. On one hand I was flattered since I never told him my personal name which meant that he had been asking around but on the other, I didn`t want him to take advantage of me anymore.

“I am not worthy,” I said bowing.

He lightly touched the sides of my arms helping me up.

“Miss Nala, you bow and apologize too much. Or at least ever since you found out who I really am,”  he stated.

“I am your subject. I ought to pay my respects.”

The corner of his lips curved in a smile but he didn`t seem happy. He nodded.

“It`s dangerous for a noble lady to walk alone. I`ll escort you.”

I couldn`t say no to him anyway but part of me was happy that we were about to spend some time together.

The main street was bustling with life and everyone was trying to make the most of the nice weather: street vendors, mothers with children, beggars, young men gambling… The occasional smell of food reached my nose whenever we passed by a food stall.

I hadn`t had much chance to stroll outside ever since grew old enough  to be considered a woman, and now was my time to enjoy this tiny bit of freedom. It felt strange to have a man by side though. No one knew that weren`t married, of course, or siblings, but the thought of us walking together openly made my face hot.

“You seem pretty passionate about politics, my lady,” Prince Jaehwan broke the silence.

“It has always been my dream to be an official, Your Highness,” I nodded.

“You can call me by my name when it`s only the two of us,” he smirked when I gave him a blank confused look, “After all didn`t have an unspoken agreement to get married?”

“Your Highness, I don`t think that promises are your strong point,” I objected, “You also promised that you`d come and see me again. I do not recall you visiting me.”

“Ah, so you`ve been waiting for me, Miss Nala?”

I said nothing. His hand brushed against mine as we were walking and I felt something. A spark, a spark which triggered an entire storm in my body. I was pretty sure that he felt it too. This gentle accidental touch changed rapidly the atmosphere between us.

“You don`t want to answer, I see,” Prince Jaehwan whispered smugly.

His finger touched my hand again but this time it wasn`t an accident.  He gently traced a couple of circles over my knuckles. I sneaked a glance and he was so focused on it that he nearly bumped into someone.

“I imagine you`re too busy, Your Highness,” I withdrew my hand and he returned his gaze to me.

“It`s true, I`m busy,” the prince admitted. “I have to assist my brother and my father because Jongsu is still young. That`s why certain promises slip from my mind from time to time.”

I nodded silently. Honestly, I didn`t expect him to start caring genuinely about me. We both had our own destinies anyway. And to add to that my father was only a third rank official, not even remotely enough for me to deserve a prince.

“That, however will change today!” he suddenly proclaimed and grabbed my hand, “From now on I will visit my lady pretty regularly.”

“Your Highness!” I pulled my hand in horror.

“Ugh, no… not Your Highness! Jaehwan, simply Jaehwan,” he whined.

“People are watching, Your Highness!” I cut him off, “You can`t touch me in public.”

“In private then?” he grinned.

“Anywhere.”

He stopped and gave me a thoughtful look.

“Yes, I know. Propriety is important, of course, but I have decided to be very serious about you.”

He sounded genuine but I knew he couldn`t be. Such marriage would never be allowed and I`d never risk losing my position as an official to become someone`s wife.

“Please, don`t joke around,” I managed calm myself down at last, “I`m honored to have attracted   your attention and it`s enough for me.”

“You sound so formal again and I just want us to be friends,” he moaned, “In fact I think it`s necessary to give you a token of my affection.”

The prince gently caught me by the sleeve and led me to a stall with lots of different trinkets.

“Choose whatever you like,” he smiled at me.

I scanned the jewelry and shook my head.

“It`s not necessary.”

But he was already browsing around the different bracelets.

“Is this jasper?” he asked the vendor holding a reddish brown one.

“Yes. You have such a good eye, mister,” the man said in a well-rehearsed voice, “It will suit your wife so much.”

“Right?” Prince Jaehwan exclaimed happily, “My wife will look splendid in it!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Your wife doesn`t need a bracelet because she doesn`t wear jewelry. And she is going home.”

I left him at the stall and started walking.

“Hey, hey! Wait for me! You can`t leave without me,” I heard him shouting.

I saw him hastily shoving some coins in the vendor’s hand.

“Catch me then,” I yelled and ran towards the Palace.

---

It was raining quietly outside and I was so close to dosing off but there were books waiting to be catalogued. Adra and I also had to transcribe a couple of books that our teacher needed so both of us were lacking sleep.

I stretched in my chair. The library was almost empty today except for a few scholars who had a quiet discussion in the corner.

I yawned discreetly and headed towards the door. If I was lucky enough I could catch a passing maid to ask for some tea. It took me some time and wandering around but eventually I saw a young woman dressed in brown. She quickly curtsied upon my request and ran down the corridor towards the kitchens.

I rubbed my temples and returned went back to the library. I had to finish things as fast as possible here because I needed sleep. I couldn`t present myself in this state in front of Minister Ha tomorrow.

I sat on my chair with a deep sigh. There was something left on the sheet that I was currently transcribing. A jasper bracelet. I touched it and strangely enough it didn`t feel cold. Someone had been holding it until a moment ago. Probably the Prince or at least I was hoping that it was him.

I looked around and he wasn`t in sight but his gift still brought a smile on my face. This time he didn`t about forget me and it was all that mattered.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Too Vivid

Prompt: #197 for @thedollymaker​ – “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

thedollymaker said:

Am I allowed to request in the drabble thing Jaehwan and 197? The one about the nightmare ~ Thank you for considering and happy to wait 🥰

Pairing: Lee Jaehwan (Ken) x reader

Genre: dream au / angst / fluff

Warnings: dream inception

Word count: 1208

Jolting up in his bed, Jaehwan clutched at his chest as he tried to regulate his breathing. Blinking rapidly, the images he had been visualising melded with those of his true surroundings, his bedroom items all staring back at him as he slowly focused on each section of the room.

He was safe.

It had all been a bad dream.

Rolling over to ease some of his worries, Jaehwan reached out for your body, his hands coming up empty. Patting around the bed more vigorously, he snapped his head up to look at the evidently vacant side of his bed.

Where were you?

When he went to sleep, Jaehwan was sure you were there. Snuggled into his side as you whispered a sweet ode for a good night’s rest into the side of his neck where you had buried your face. And he had fallen asleep all too easily.

Only for you to … surely it was all just a dream.

Throwing back his blankets, Jaehwan slipped his feet into his slippers before padding out into the living area of his apartment. It was just as quiet as the bedroom had been and it concerned him. Had he woken up from his dream yet or was this still the nightmare and he was now living life without you? He clamped a hand over his mouth as he tried to prevent any signs of distress. Surely, this was all a misunderstanding and once he was properly awake, everything would make complete sense.

Hurrying over to the refrigerator to retrieve some water, he drained the entire thing, throwing the empty bottle in the trash and hoping the disturbance of noise would lure you out from wherever you were hidden now.

Still, his belongings were the only thing within his focus.

“Rationally thinking, what should I do?” he murmured to himself, though his increasing heart rate was doing little to assist in logical thought. He instead careened throughout the rest of his apartment, opening doors only to shut them hastily when he didn’t find you behind them. Stopping long enough to grab his car keys, Jaehwan left his apartment quickly, cursing the slowness of the elevator that carried him down to the parking lot under the building. Once the doors open, he sprung out of them, jogging to his car and climbed inside.

He could only think of one other place to find you.

The drive to your old apartment went by in a blur and to be honest, Jaehwan didn’t even remember how he got there. All he knew was that your doorbell would probably fall off if he didn’t stop pressing it and when you didn’t appear right away, he knew he had been foolish.

He was so sure you lived with him. Or, you had been living with him in the dream and – well, Jaehwan couldn’t quite decipher which world had been the real one or not. And that, coupled with the last sighting he had of you before waking up, led him to start banging on the door as tears streamed down his face.

He had lost you.

Slumping to his knees, Jaehwan fell silent. He contemplated his next steps, not wanting to admit he had seen you die. Surely he was just mixed up and this was all just a really scary dream.

The door suddenly opened before him and he looked up, relief coursing through him as he choked on his sobs. “Y/N!”

“Oh my god, Jae, what… and how… why are you in your PJs on my doorstep? Are you okay?!”

“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright!” he spluttered out along with a fresh wave of emotions, your own body dropping down to his level. Your arms encased him firmly, rocking him softly and murmuring comforting words into his ear.

You were safe after all.

After some time, a soothing cup of tea, and a full explanation of the nightmare, you took Jaehwan’s hand in yours and patted it gently. “Do you really think you could get rid of me that easily?”

“That’s not funny, I was really scared.”

“Thank goodness it’s all a dream,” you breathed, leaning into him and Jaehwan pulled you closer.

It was then that he took in his surroundings and frowned. “Y/N, this isn’t your apartment.”

“What? Of course, it is.”

“No, you had yellow walls. Why are they beige? And look, your mirror is missing. Where am I?”

“You’re being weird, Jaehwan. This is my house and I’ve always lived here.”

“No, I’m certain you and I live together now,” he corrected, pulling away from you. “This isn’t right. None of this is.”

“What do you mean?”

He backed away, shaking his head softly and clamped his eyes closed to reset everything. When he would open them again, this house would look correct to him.

“Jae?” you breathed and shook him roughly, causing his eyes to fly open faster than he had been prepared for.

Jaehwan stared up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly when he realised it was familiar. Turning his head to the side, he found you in his bed, relief evident in your face. “Oh thank goodness, I was worried I’d never wake you up. You were having a bad dream, are you okay?”

“I was still dreaming?” he questioned, slowly looking over your shoulder to see the morning sun infiltrating through the gap in the curtains. It had been night time only a moment ago and he grabbed at his chest, heaving in a deep breath. “I’m awake now, for good, right?”

“Well, I sure hope so! Why, did you wake up in your dream?” you wondered and with a nod, Jaehwan launched into telling you everything he could remember. You listened intently, sometimes gasping or leaning in towards him at points in the story. When he finally came to an end, you were still.

And then you slapped him and let out a small whine. “Really?! You dreamt all of that and the most I ever get is going through random hallways that never end! Why do you get to have such a fantastical journey as you sleep?! It’s so unfair!”

“Unfair?! You died!”

“And then came back to life!” you pointed out with a huff and Jaehwan merely stared at you before letting out a laugh. It felt too good and he continued until you joined him, hugging him in the process. He held you just as tightly as he had in his dream, but this time he could tell the difference. You were truly here, and this was real life. No vivid dream could fool him of your actual touch and he smiled.

He didn’t care if you were jealous. He would much rather have bland dreams for the rest of his life if it meant waking up and finding you at his side every day.

“Do you feel better now?” you asked into the embrace and he nodded, shifting back just enough to smile warmly at you.

“I’d feel better if you could kiss me. In my dream, you kissed me and-”

With your lips now pressed into his, Jaehwan was certain he would forget the bad dream he had real soon.

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by commedeshyukdown Han Sanghyuk is the new student in town, and he enters a high school with a social system on the verge of collapse. Will his presence topple the social hierarchy, or will he be victimized by it just like all of his peers? Words: 5389, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of mean!au (working title) Fandoms: VIXX Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Han Sanghyuk | Hyuk, Lee Hongbin, Lee Jaehwan | Ken, Kim Wonshik | Ravi, Jung Taekwoon | Leo, Cha Hakyeon | N, Kim Jongin | Kai Relationships: Han Sanghyuk | Hyuk/Lee Jaehwan | Ken, Han Sanghyuk | Hyuk/Lee Hongbin, Jung Taekwoon | Leo/Lee Jaehwan | Ken, Kim Wonshik | Ravi/Lee Hongbin Additional Tags: High School, Mean Girls References, Gay Panic, Questioning, Coming of Age, kind of an americanized setting, Love Triangles, Love Confessions, Falling In Love, Not Beta Read, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Mildly offensive humor, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Homophobic Language, Denial of Feelings

[love-kazin]

History Walls

Genre: just a friendly scenario with a very slightly friends-to-lovers.

Pairing: Kim Wonsik/Ravi x Reader (female).

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.371. 

REQUESTED.

There’s this literature project counting as the major grade and your friends couldn’t think about any person that wasn’t you to work with. 

-x-

"What I'm saying is that doesn't matter what you're reading, because any kind of literature is a literature! Anything that makes you read is interesting because it can develop your creativity and vocabulary." Hanging out in a bookstore wasn't how you planned to spend your saturday. Not with the guys, actually, because you love a good bookstore, but being the one who got invited was a little different. Since you were a good student, with the higher grades in class and the most well developed assignments, you were the first thought of the guys. Not that they only wanted to work with you because of that. It's just easier to work with friends, and if they're smart, it's a plus. "Do you really think that?" Taekwoon was looking at you but his face was hard to describe. He could be genuinely curious about your opinion or preparing himself to end all your arguments. "Yes, I do. What do you think?" "I think a good literature is the better option to extend your intelectual atributes." "But what's a good literature?" "Oh, here we go again..." You could only chuckle at Hongbin's statement. Any topic could get kinda phylosifical in seconds when you were talking, which was a little boring but an amusement to them at the same time. Hearing you talk all your points of view was nice, not only because you helped them to get another vision about certain topics, but also because your excitement was interesting to watch. "A good literature is that one that makes me travel around the theme, like I'm floating in the author's ideas." "That's a good point, really. I think it's important to feel conected with the material you're reading, to take that to yourself. But as you said, a good literature is the one that makes you feel it. And this can be anything. It can be a thick book about a country's history, a cute and tragic romance, a fashion magazine or even the shampoo bottle. It can work differently for every person." "Even a shampoo bottle? How's that could work?" "Imagine that you're a chemical student, learning how to compose something. Don't you think the specified rotule would make you wonder how to work with that? Which combination is the better one? To whom that product can work well?" "Oh, that makes a lot of sense. So, that's how bedtime stories works for kids at night? I mean, it can stimulate their thoughts and affect their dreams?" You nodded. It was good they were catching your point. Hakyeon started to look at you proudly, his words dancing at his expression. He didn't needed to talk it out loud, but you knew that he was thinking you would be amazing as a teacher - which was the main point of your academical career. "Do you think it's problematic for an adult to like stories made for kids?" Jaehwan looked really curious, subtly. Which was kinda normal. You were used to his comportment that can change in seconds from playful to serious. "Of course not! I understand that some people may joke around and tell to this person to grow up, but they're doing it! Just like everybody. It's something to read, and as long as the person enjoy the topic, it's valid. Nobody should say otherwise." Humming in agreement, they started to work on the summary of the literature assignment. Actually, it was something to present, with slides, point of views and lots of topics related to the main point. That's the reason requiring a whole 7 members group. The teacher has given almost two months to prepare it, since it was a final project for the semester, so there was a lot of time to do it, and it wasn't that hard. But being an applied student, you always liked to do your assignments as soon as possible, and your friends knew it, even not being the same way. It would be kinda hard to everyone thinks exactly the same way, and that's why some discussions happened along the day. "I don't think it's healthy for a kid, for example, to read adult things." "That's why there's age recommendation, Taek." "But there are things that doesn't have it. Like those shampoo bottles you said earlier." "I don't think a kid would read that these days, but it's not forbidden. Maybe they can be a chemical engineer in the future, right? Is that bad?" Taekwoon just looked at you and returned to the book while thinking about it. Wonsik was the one who was strangely quiet that day. No one seemed to notice when he left the table to disappear between those big book walls. But that did bother you. If he wasn't feeling ok, you'd like to help. His face looked puzzled, almost lost in thoughts, and the way his eyebrows furrowed a little trying to read the book title on his hand was very cute. "Do you need some help, Wonsik?" He then looked at you, nodding. "I'm starting to think that this book isn't even in english." The thick and brown cover, with golden letters, and a thin dust layer, was actually in german. "It's not. But I can find a english version of it, if you want it. Or a korean." Wonsik smiled at you, showing off his perfect teeth, resembling a little like a cute bunny, but also big. While you showed him the way to the library part where would had be the book in his elected language, you grow up some curiosity. "May I ask you why do you wanna read this book? It's quite sad. Are you alright?" "I'm okay, yeah. I'm just curious, and trying to expand my known list of books. I wanna be smart." "You already are. But it's great to know more, also because you're getting to know another type of writing. If you feel too sad to finish, you can just call me and I'll resume to you." "Did you read it?" Nodding, you grabbed the book and gave it to Wonsik. "Can I call you if I have some doubt?" "Sure. I'll be glad to help." Then, the silence came. Being around Wonsik was nice, but along with the others. Alone, it was weird because he seemed uncomfortable in your presence. You didn't knew why; there wasn't any memorable thing that happened that may have hurted him or anything. So it was just weird. And turned your cheekies into a red color because of your shyness. But also his, which you didn't knew the reason. "Maybe... Can I just call you...?" "What do you mean? We're friends, right? You can call me." That was unexpected. But you weren't denying an approximation. Maybe things could get better. "No, I mean, like, not a friendly relationship." "Oh, so like... strangers?" "What? No, not like that too." You weren't following his idea. The question mark was almost tattooed in your forehead. "In a getting-to-know kind of relationship." He seemed nervous about the topic. "I thought we were already doing... Oh." Then something clicked in your head. And your cheekies burned even more. Specially because Sanghyuk appeared in the hallway looking for both of you. "Are you done with this weird dating thing? We're needing some help." Before you could explain the situation, he disappeared. Wonsik nodded and smiled weirdly at you and returned to the table. Was he developing some kind of crush on you? He was like the main crush of the entire class. It wouldn't be bad, but it didn't make sense at all, specially because he had never said anything. Maybe you'd have to figure it out. Returning to the table, you saw a thoughtful Wonsik and other five hardworking men. Sitting on your spot, you quickly wrote a simple "yes :)" on a post-it and passed to the man on your side, almost like a secret mission. You could sense him trying not to break into a wide grin, and you felt related. It's a little weird how things work, but it can be good. Turning your attention to the paperwork, the boys seemed a little lost, just how Sanghyuk has said. "What do you need me for?"

[hailcyeon]

hiraeth | 08

When your cousin the Crown Prince calls in on a decade-old debt, you have no choice but to answer. You’re rewarded for your troubles with your nightmares finding new life, danger around every corner, and a fiendishly irritating bodyguard. As each new discovery unearths more secrets, you learn the true costs of your homecoming.

⇾ Pairing: Lee Jaehwan x Reader ⇾ Genre: Sci-Fi, Royal AU, Bodyguard AU ⇾ Word Count: 4.5k ⇾ Warnings: Mild swearing, descriptions of anxiety

He bores into your eyes with his gaze, and you think Hakyeon has more of his father in him than you remember. 

The next morning finds you in yet another unfamiliar apartment. Your legs are jelly descending the stairs, and the three-inch heels on your feet aren't helping. There's a railroad spike through your brain in the form of a migraine, all the while you fight the urge to rub your eyes so you don't ruin Sora's hard work. Hakyeon is already downstairs, dressed impeccably as ever in a navy suit. He adjusts his cuffs, looking up with a frown as he takes in your stiff expression. 

"Are you feeling okay? I told you to eat breakfast." 

The click of your heels on the tiled floor— somehow even shinier than the one in Hakyeon's other apartment — rings out loudly as you walk over. "Hakyeon, I will throw up on this very expensive dress if you make me eat." 

He purses his lips and gives you a disapproving look. "Forgive me for thinking you need a little nutrition beyond caffeine and painkillers." He runs his gaze up and down your form, inspecting Sora's work as his eyes look for even a single thread out of place.

"The third-degree is a little creepy, Hakyeon," you say in response, irritated and tired. You were dragged to this decoy apartment at an ungodly time to meet Sora. Two hours of hair, makeup, and wardrobe later, you still don't feel ready to face the public, let alone the King. You rub your temple gently as if to massage out your headache. The coffee and aspirin you'd downed first thing in the morning have not only done little to help, but also seem to have turned your stomach to molten lava. 

Hakyeon has the grace to look contrite as he brushes invisible dust off your shoulder. "I hope you don't expect to speak to my father that way." There are no wrinkles or excessive folds to be found, as your new clothes have been tailored just for you, but he straightens out the sleeves anyway. You take this with all the patience of a doll, resigning yourself to only internal screaming. 

"She looks fine, I did a great job," Sora says as she hauls the last of the makeup cases down the stairs. “The King isn’t going to be fixated over her outfit anyway.” She'd instructed you to bring a few of the items you bought yesterday, and had arrived this morning with her own personal trove of beauty tools. Armored in a smart blazer and a dress cut just on the edgier side of conservative, your polished attire belies the true discomfort you feel. 

"I intend to speak as little as possible, actually." You swallow down the burn in your esophagus and fiddle with your sleeves as Hakyeon steps back for one last look over, making you feel very self-conscious. “I’m not good at your type of political subterfuge, you know that.” 

Hakyeon nods and checks his watch. "That's probably for the best. I’ve done what I can to take the situation out of his hands." You wonder what he means by that, but no explanation comes. “Still, you must be rock-solid in your defense. Why are you here, Princess of Asadal?” He bores into your eyes with his gaze, and you think Hakyeon has more of his father in him than you remember.

“To serve the King,” you answer mechanically. Your voice is less steel and more soft than you’d like, but you force your shoulders back and face your cousin, unwavering.

Hakyeon nods again, a quick decline of his chin, and turns to the door. “Then it’s time that we left.”

The elevator ride down is too quick for your liking, and before you know it you’re standing in front of a sleek, black limo adorned with the flag of Asadal. Jaehwan, your ever-present shadow, is leaning up against the idling car, hands in pockets and looking more formal than ever in his own dark suit. Sora turns around, carefully balancing the various makeup boxes she has, and takes your hand in hers. “I have to run to a photoshoot this afternoon, but I’ll be in touch. You’re gonna kill it, don’t worry,” she says with a last squeeze of your hand. 

“I’d prefer to get this over with as little violence as possible actually.” Your retort is clipped with a stiff smile. 

Sora leaves, and so does your general sense of bravado. If the events of the past few days have felt strange to you so far, this situation feels positively surreal as Jaehwan opens the door to the limousine for you and Hakyeon to slide in. You're sitting sandwiched between your cousin the prince and a man you hardly know, dressed to the nines in clothes so expensive they could pay a year's rent for your apartment back home.

“This is rather ostentatious,” you mutter quietly, moving your gaze around the luxurious interior.

Hakyeon shifts over to the opposite seats to give you some more room. “The aide insisted. Our entrance won’t be subtle, to say the least.”

This is not the most comforting thing to say, as your jaw clenches once more in anticipation. Jaehwan spares you a side glance, cool as the early morning air outside in his dark suit and upswept hair. 

“All right, Princess?” Jaehwan’s tone is neutral, the ubiquitous smile playing in one corner of his mouth. It only serves to irritate you further. You compulsively smooth out your dress and aim for a measured response.

“I’m excellent.” The hem of your dress has ridden up to mid-thigh over your dark tights, and though the exquisite tailoring means there’s nary a stray thread, your fingers keep rubbing the stitching. “No sleep, murderous uncle, not a problem. I am a-ok.”

Not quite.

Hakyeon places a hand over your clenched fist. Whether it's meant to be soothing or a warning, you're not sure. Nevertheless, you force yourself to take a deep breath. Your nerves are already frayed, but you can't afford to fall apart just yet. Not yet.

The ride to the king’s tower is spent in terse silence. You have been to the Assembly House over which the new administrative building was built, but so much of the city is unfamiliar to you that it may as well be an unknown route. Hakyeon's apartment is located in what seems to be a luxury residential area of the Capital, you realize, as you pass high-rise after high-rise, gleaming in the morning sun. These neighborhoods are separated from the business and administrative sectors by the Yuseong River.

The trip over the bridge does your nerves no favors. The limousine is insulated to all outside noises, but the rush of the river below sounds through your memories regardless. The western banks of the river are dotted with construction projects, workers already scrambling around the sites. It’s clear to you that these new buildings are meant to serve your uncle’s pet councilmen and others on the higher rungs of society, given how far they are from the cheaper parts of the city. Unable to sleep in your anxiety, you had done a little research on the state of the city nowadays. Street names and neighborhood designations can only tell you so much, but a quick glance at the housing markets clearly delineates the various strata of society in the Capital.

More interesting is the King's official seat as it draws nearer. In the dark of night when you first saw it, the tower looked like a single dark obelisk thrust up into the sky. Upon closer look now you can see it is actually three different towers circling each other and connected at the base, forming an elongated trident. The Assembly House had never been your favorite piece of architecture, with its dusty corners and old-fashioned facade, but you quite miss it in the face of the tower’s imposing presence.

The streets leading up to the building are lined with trees and fountains and more people than you think should be the case for an otherwise innocuous weekday. The gentle trickle of people escalates and promptly explodes into a thronging mass spilling off the sidewalks as the limousine reaches a stone slab etched with a very generic-sounding “Administration Headquarters” in gold. Your eyes widen at the crowds held at bay by metal dividers to create a path for the car. Had the citizens decided to protest after all?

You purse your lips and swallow thickly at the sight of several news vans and a thicket of flashing cameras. The crowd, initially standing around idly, is spurred into action at the arrival of the limousine, pushing against the barriers and craning over others to catch a better look. You don’t know what to make of the clamor, and Hakyeon answers your unasked questions. 

“The news of your return broke early this morning.” Hakyeon looks straight ahead, hands folded in his lap and voice betraying nothing. You know your cousin has many years of playing the imperious monarch on you, but in this moment you feel the gulf in experience particularly strongly.

“The paparazzi move quick,” you say tersely, trying to hide how much your breathing has quickened.

“The paparazzi had nothing to do with it,” interjects Jaehwan suddenly with a side glance toward Hakyeon.

You’re struck with a sudden sense of alarm as your eyes snap to your cousin’s. “Did you do something?”

“You were tailed yesterday.” Hakyeon’s face is stone, as impassive and unfeeling as yours is alarmed and shaken. “The King and his administration know of your presence, and it would only be a matter of time before the news spread. At least this way we can control the narrative.”

"Of course," you mutter. The anxiety is taking over your mind, so you default to anger. "Of course we were tailed."

“The King had a man following us around to every location we hit yesterday," Jaehwan adds unhelpfully. "He stopped sometime before we got back to the apartment, but it’s likely the King knows about that location anyway.”

“You were going to tell me this when, bodyguard?”

Jaehwan shrugs. “I’m telling you now.”

"This is nothing we hadn't already anticipated," Hakyeon hastily interjects before the two of you can start arguing.

In any case, you’re halted in your thoughts as the limousine passes through the official gates to the tower grounds, cutting off the bustling crowd from the kingdom’s highest administration. You catch a glimpse of a long set of marble steps before the view outside is swallowed by the walls of the tower. It’s hard to make out much beyond the dark tinted windows, so you settle for staring at the floor and counting your breaths. The ride continues steadily over the next few minutes, during which a stifling sort of silence has fallen over the three of you inside. The darkness of the tunnel you’ve entered is punctuated by the flash of guiding lights every few seconds, ramping up your already racing heartbeat.

“Don’t start hyperventilating now,” comes from your left in Jaehwan’s smooth tenor. You shoot him a glare, but the effect is rather diminished by the lack of light. 

Hakyeon's voice is quiet and steady as he says, "We're in the VIP tunnel. Flattering as the name may be, we're really just going through high levels of security. There is no access to the King's office from the public entrance." 

"What kind of security?" Somehow, focusing on the details helps you ground yourself to the moment. 

You hear Hakyeon shift in his seat slightly. “The usual scans, identification, some biometrics. Only the security team knows the full details, but I’ve gone through the checks several times myself.”

You suck in a deep breath and force yourself to let it out slowly. The car continues on for a minute longer before coming slowly to a stop. The door to your right opens suddenly to a man bent over in a deep bow. 

"Good morning, Your Highness. I trust your trip was comfortable?" 

Hakyeon steps out smoothly, buttoning his suit jacket as he stands. “Thank you, Ryu. The car was most appreciated.”

The man then extends a gloved hand to help you out of the limousine. Jaehwan hops out the other side without a glance back, and you have no choice but to take the offered hand. Gingerly you step out onto the concrete floor, balanced by the aide’s arm. The light is dim in the underground VIP garage. You make out a fleet of dark limousines very similar to the one you just exited, all adorned with the navy and gold livery of Asadal, waiting in the surrounding spots. Large vents and cold fluorescent lights are built into the ceiling high above, providing a cavernous quality to the garage. Your feet are illuminated by lights built into the concrete platform spelling out “Council Chamber and Main Royal Entrance”, with a small bay of elevators laying just beyond. 

“Welcome, Princess. It’s wonderful to have you back in the kingdom.” The aide’s ear-to-ear smile makes you think the sentiment is genuine, but you can only manage a small incline of your head in response. Hakyeon strides ahead to the central elevator, which opens at his approach without prompting. You follow along less confidently with the aide at your side, trailed by Jaehwan to your back. 

The elevator is large enough that the three of you can stand without touching elbows, but you still feel suffocated by the gleaming metal walls and the presence of the government official. Bespectacled and clad in a dove gray suit, he’s hardly the most intimidating man, but you are ever wary of strangers. Hakyeon absentmindedly checks his watch again while the aide fills him in on the details of the meeting. 

"The King is in with Magistrate Moon currently, but he's scheduled to be done by the time we clear processing. The princess's data shouldn't take long, but it's good to be thorough." 

"What do you mean, my data?" you interject. 

The aide starts as if he'd forgotten you could speak. "Oh, it's just simple protocol Your Highness—" He's cut off by a ding as the elevator opens to a brightly lit lobby. 

Despite being such a high-profile area, the lobby itself is fairly sparse. Hakyeon shuffles you through past a set of cushy armchairs and a table, which honestly feel like a decoy more than anything, into a blank white hallway. At the end are several full-body scanners glowing a neon green. Hakyeon strides through them proudly without pause, and you have no choice but to follow. Despite having nothing on your person to cause suspicion, some irrational part of you blanches as you walk through the scanners. Thankfully, you walk out the other side with no incident.

You let out an unnecessarily-held breath and are immediately shuffled into a side room. There's not a lot to the space save for a few monitors and seemingly medical equipment. The sting of antiseptic tickles your nose and the extreme sterility in fluorescent lighting gives you an uneasy feeling. Confused, you look to Hakyeon for guidance, only to be met with the passively smiling face of Jaehwan. Hakyeon is instead just outside the door talking to a woman in a white lab coat. If he senses your eyes on him, he gives no indication. The woman, however, turns and flashes you a smile, striding into the room with clipboard in hand. 

“Good morning, Your Highness,” she chirps with a quick bow in your general direction before shuffling off to some equipment on a far counter. You shift your feet nervously, glancing again at Hakyeon. He checks his watch again and joins you inside the room, leaving the aide outside.

“This won’t take very long at all, we have the entire process streamlined,” says the woman from the counter, pulling various equipment out of shelves and inspecting them. “My name is Dr. Yang, and I will be administering your locator chip today.” 

“My locator chip?” The words come out shriller than you intend, and you see Hakyeon wince out of the corner of your eye. 

"It's just for security purposes," he says quickly in a low voice. "It's necessary for being in the VIP parts of the building." 

"It's very small," the doctor reassures. "You won't feel a thing!" 

You swallow roughly and take a few steps back. "Hakyeon, could I speak to you for a moment?" You wait for him walk closer before mouthing, "What the fuck?" 

He glances at Jaehwan, who has also joined your little enclave, and crosses his arms. "I know you don't like it, but there's no other way to speak with the King."

You snort. "I didn't want to meet with him in the first place if you remember." 

Hakyeon purses his lips and exhales an impatient little sigh. "I know, and I know this whole thing is a mess. There are certain concessions that just have to be made. Security is tight around here; we all have a tracker to monitor our movement around the building." To make his point clearer, he extends his thumb. Jaehwan says nothing but absently scratches his left wrist. 

"This is some insane surveillance state nonsense, Hakyeon," you hiss. You weren't expecting to just prance into the King's office, but the idea of having his influence literally implanted in you? Your skin is crawling without anything even having happened. It monitors your location at that? Not to mention what else could be in there that isn’t being disclosed to the public.

“Our last royal family died,” Jaehwan chimes in an almost singsong way. You meet his eyes with a glare that does nothing to budge the pleasant look on his face. “Counter measures had to be taken.” 

Somehow Jaehwan’s stern look behind his sunny smile rattles you more than Hakyeon’s impatient pushing. You hold their gazes for a beat longer before looking down and swinging back around to the doctor. We’re not done talking about this, Hakyeon.

To her credit, Dr. Yang has maintained the utmost professionalism through your little meltdown. She stands next to a leather stool holding a tablet in one hand, patting the seat gently with the other. You stride over, head held high as you can, and sit down delicately. You can just touch the floor with your toes from this height, and you grip the edges of the seat with your hands, feeling as if on the precipice of something you can’t walk away from. 

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” starts Dr. Yang, handing you the tablet. “The chip is microscopic and is only inserted into the topmost layer of the epidermis, so you won’t even feel the insertion. The shallow location is so that the chip can be removed through your body’s natural shedding of its skin cells, meaning there’s no hassle to dig back in there when you’re done here.”

Pain is hardly the thing you’re worried about. You swipe down through the extensive legalese on the tablet, which seems to be a permission form of sorts. There is no option not to grant it. “What’s the purpose of this chip, just to monitor my location?” you ask while signing your name with the attached stylus. 

The doctor nods. “It follows your presence through the building, and only within the building. There are additional forms to detail your identity and security clearance, but of course you don’t need any sort of verification on that front, Your Highness.” She ends her sentence with a tinkle of a laugh, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. 

You hand the tablet back, wishing you could examine the system yourself. Undoubtedly it’s a database keyed to the individual chips, but you wonder what tech they’re using to detect the trackers throughout the building. And how much interference they could handle before they fry. Dr. Yang returns, having deposited the tablet on the counter, with gloved hands and a metal pen. 

“Now, as I said, the chip is inserted in the first layer of skin, for which we’ll need a particularly dense area so it stays put for the time being.” She tears open a packet of antiseptic and smiles. “If you’ll please extend your index finger?” You've got half a mind to offer her your middle finger instead, but you grit your teeth and uncurl your left index finger. A quick swipe of the alcohol-soaked wipe later, she presses the pen to your finger, cold and solid.

“Wait.” You take your finger back, clenching your hand into a fist. You look up, eyes darting to Hakyeon’s. Impassive as he is, you think you see some hint of guilt in his gaze, and dark circles under his own layers of concealer. Jaehwan, for his part, simply looks on boredly. 

“Is something wrong?” Dr. Yang has taken a step back and is looking at you with concern. 

You swallow, throat very dry all of a sudden, and shake your head. “No, it’s fine.” You extend your finger again, the nails of your other hand digging into your palm. “Go ahead.”

The doctor clicks her tongue and opens another packet of antiseptic. “You have no idea how many people come through here with a serious fear of needles,” she says, wiping down your finger again, even more gently than the last time. “All these big Councilmen, afraid of a little poke!” She chortles to herself and presses the pen down. 

True to her words, you feel nothing. 

You hop off the stool as soon as she pulls the pen away. The nausea from this morning has returned with a vengeance, which it tends to do when you indulge your anxiety rather than dissipating it. The doctor bows in goodbye and before you know it, you are ushered out the door by Hakyeon.

From there it’s a short walk to another bank of elevators. “That was very quick, wasn’t it?” starts the aide. “We’re a little ahead of schedule, so I thought perhaps we could show the Princess around the Council chambers and then—”

Hakyeon cuts him off abruptly. “Thank you Ryu, but that won’t be necessary. I think we can take it from here. Please send the alert upstairs to let them know we’re coming.”

The aide blinks. “The King is likely still in his meeting, Your Highness, if you’ll—” 

Hakyeon halts his speech again with a swift raise of his hand. “I’m aware of the King’s schedule. Be on your way.”

The ease and confidence with which your cousin addresses the aide is weirdly comforting. Hakyeon is Crown Prince. Hakyeon can handle this. You are just playing a part, but Hakyeon, he's the real deal. 

The aide makes a quick bow and disappears down a side hallway. Hakyeon wastes no time in calling down an elevator, and before long you’re ensconced in tense silence again. You feel eyes on you, but resolutely look forward. In the shiny metal of the elevator doors you see Hakyeon’s reflection turn to face you properly. “Doing ok?” You flick your gaze to him for but a second. Your jaw is starting to hurt from grinding your teeth so hard, and you keep compulsively rubbing your thumb against your other fingers. “I’m—” comes out in a rasp, your throat bone-dry. You swallow and try again. “I’m fine.” Hakyeon’s eyes don’t leave your face, and Jaehwan is now looking at you with an expression somewhere between curiosity and amusement. “I’m fine, it’s fine,” you reiterate, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. “It just—” you start, then stop. It just terrifies me. It just makes me want to rip off my own skin. “It got too real,” you say quietly. Jaehwan chuckles, a soft gust of air through his nostrils and the crinkling curl of one corner of his mouth. 

Your glare at his reflection is cut short when the doors suddenly open to blinding light. This lobby is much busier than the last, with people scurrying to and fro, disappearing off into more elevators and hallways. As Hakyeon leads you into the mess, you notice several people stop right in their tracks and make very low but very quick bows in your general direction. You get a cursory glance out the glass walls to where the rest of the city sprawls before Hakyeon stops before what seems to be the main elevator, all chrome and gold leaf. A press of his palm to a nearby touchpad opens the doors to reveal elegant carpeting and crystal-studded walls. You roll your eyes at the predictable opulence.

Following Hakyeon into the elevator, you turn around only to find that Jaehwan hasn’t joined as usual. You blink. “Where are you going?” “Shh, secret mission,” he says in a hiss. The last thing you see before the doors close is Jaehwan’s grin with a finger pressed to his lips. 

What secret mission? You feel the tug of gravity as the elevator glides upward and furrow your brows. “You put Jaehwan on some other task?”

Hakyeon rolls his eyes. “He’s being dramatic. He’s just gone to talk to some old friends at my suggestion.” 

You’re well aware of who Jaehwan’s old friends are. “The Swords are loyal only to the King,” you say, on edge again at the remembrance of Jaehwan’s involvement in the special forces. 

Hakyeon ignores your statement in favor of some last-minute pep talk. “I know you must be feeling apprehensive, but I have full trust in your ability to sway my father. I’m positive you can assure him you’re not a threat, and it won’t be hard, since you’ve been away for so long. You’re hardly a scheming politician after all, and—”

“I get it, Hakyeon.” You cut off his rambling, nerves raw and screaming. “Play nice, or die.” The elevator opens again to two guards — Swords, speak of the devil — and an otherwise empty hallway. They bow as Hakyeon exits, the barest hint of a frown on his face. You follow, trying your best to match his confident strides. Think simpering sycophant thoughts. Should you pretend to be happy to see your uncle? Grateful to be back in your— no, his kingdom?

The hallway turns a corner and leads to the most nondescript wooden doors you’ve ever seen. The double doors are handleless and flanked by four-foot tall ceramic vases holding each a cascade of orchids. You can’t see any physical indication as to the importance of these doors, but your heart pounds harder with every step forward. As if sensing your hesitation, Hakyeon stops just short and turns to you.

“I’m not going to lie and say this will be easy,” he starts. His gaze is too difficult to hold, so you turn your eyes to a blank spot on the wall just behind his ear. “But this has to be done, for better or worse. Are you ready?”

No, you think to yourself. In what world could you ever be ready to face the instigator of all your nightmares?

“Yes,” you say.

Hakyeon gives you a quick, terse nod and raises his hand. He raps his knuckles against the wood of the door twice, the beats ringing out in the quiet hallway.

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❧ Mastermind | Nken Oneshot

“What’s that?” Jaehwan asked, eyeing the package in Hakyeon’s lap as he took another bite out of the peach in his hand.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s something for you.”

Jaehwan lit up immediately, his eyes sparkling brighter than the stars in the evening sky.

“You got me something,” Jaehwan sang. “You got me another gift. That’s the fourth one today!”

Hakyeon’s eyebrow twitched slightly, but other than that, he was unresponsive.

“Hakyeonnie...you’re not trying to court me, are you?”

The tips of Hakyeon’s ears flushed ever so slightly. Jaehwan grinned. He should give it a rest, but he couldn’t help himself.

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Blue Collar (M)

Genre: Smut, slight BDSM, romance Pairing: Rabin Word Count: 4.4K Summary:  After a mission gone wrong, Hongbin was left down for a few months, unable to do anything with his lover Ravi. What he thought was just the others helping Ravi through this lonely time, it turned into a regular occurance where Hongbin found his boyfriend spending more time with the other four than him. Desparate to have Ravi's attention again, Hongbin pulled out the blue collar, a special gift, in hopes to remind Ravi of who he was really with. Warnings: Inaccurate accounts of sex 

Hongbin sighed as he stared down at the silky material in his hand. The dragon pendant resting heavily in his hands as he marveled once more at the beautiful collar. It had been a gift from his lover; Ravi was always so generous. In their line of work, money was never an issue. He never questioned how Hakyeon got the money for their jobs, but he did and it was probably best he didn’t know. He just knew they were all well off, regardless of what silly whims they spent their money on. Though this collar was not just a silly whim. It was a special present from his Master, a persona that he didn’t get to interact with much anymore, and that really saddened him.

Between missions and their pent up hormones, more times than not did Hongbin find his lover being fucked senseless. Ravi so easily and readily gave himself up to Hakyeon and Jaehwan whenever they wanted. Before it had never been a problem. He didn’t mind sharing and in return, he was free to love the others as well. But ever since his last mission ended with him being shot, he saw less of his lover with him and more of his lover with the others. Logically, Ravi couldn’t do anything with him. He had been shot in his leg, pretty deeply as well. Jaehwan had extracted the bullet himself, but healing time would take a while.

Perhaps it was all that time he spent lying in the bed that finally got to him. Wishing day in and day out that he could move on his own and not rely on the others. Though his wound wasn’t life-threatening, the function of his leg could have been damaged if it didn’t heal correctly. He was actually thankful that Hakyeon had convinced Jaehwan to forgo the restraints to make sure he stayed in bed. He promised to be a good boy after all. And it seemed that promise is what led to his current dismal thought process.

What could he possibly do to get Ravi to notice him once more? To stop so easily offering himself to the others. While he didn’t care if they switched, Ravi was supposed to be his top, his dominant. And yet so easily the other slipped through his fingers and became their bottom. Their slut. It was both sickening and painful in a way his brain could barely comprehend and his heart could handle. He was feeling...desperate. That’s probably why he listened to Hyuk. While the other was still young and learning of their ways, he was smart, with great ideas. There had to have been something that would connect the two of them together again and Hyuk’s suggestion of Ravi meeting his (Hongbin’s) needs was the answer.

Hongbin’s needs were to have Ravi back with him. The tough, dominant man that had waltzed into his life years ago and professed his loved. He even stuck around after finding out Hongbin’s secret, and it was a big secret as it was. He couldn’t shake his tattooed lover even if he wanted to and it was that determination that drew Hongbin to Ravi. The will to stay and dominate, to thoroughly know what Hongbin needed inside and out. That’s why he was with Ravi. But that had changed...but now he would get it back.

And the blue collar is what would help with that.

It took a lot of courage for him to strip his clothes off and adorn the blue collar. It fit perfectly, just like the first day he wore it. The silky material stroked the smooth column of flesh as if it were greeting an old friend. Clipping the hooks together, Hongbin ran his fingers over the material before stroking the pendant that rested heavily just above his collar bones. Without even staring at the mirror, he knew the dragon was glinting in the light, a reflective material that Ravi claimed was sacred, blessed almost to be able to give Hongbin the comfort and love he desired if Ravi wasn’t around for some reason. And while Hongbin so desperately wanted to believe that, he couldn’t. Because though he was wearing the collar, he felt no love, no comfort. Only emptiness and fear.

A deep sigh left Hongbin and he had to sit back on the bed in fear his legs would give out under him. It was hard for him, to have the courage. This was different than a mission. On a mission, everything was precise and calculated. He knew the target, knew the details. He had his gun loaded, freshly clean, and ready for use. In and out. He knew times and locations. Everything was planned, right down to the last breath before he shot his gun. This...this wasn’t a mission. This wasn't calculated or precise. This was raw vulnerability; a pleading show to gain back what he lost with fear of it never actually returning. This was his heart that was being displayed so openly. His mind, his body, and soul hung on the thin line that could lead to eternal happiness or eternal pain. It was a fine line that Hongbin was so scared to cross, but at the same time, he knew he needed to cross it.

Weary brown eyes turned to the clock, watching as the seconds ticked by. It was getting close to the time when Ravi would return. From where Hongbin was never sure, but he never asked. He didn’t pry. They all had outside lives outside their little family. They did what they wanted, when they wanted, so long as it didn’t interfere with their missions. What Ravi did was up to him, but a part of Hongbin couldn’t help but worry and fret that maybe the other lost interest in him because he had found someone else.

It was a possible reality that he didn’t want to exist.

Closing his eyes, he took in a few more steady breaths before he stood once more. He had more strength in his legs which he was grateful for and slowly he began stripping. There was no one he was trying to show off for, just that he was taking his time, keeping himself moving. He was sure that if he didn’t have anything to do while he waited, he would chicken out and run and hide, and he honestly hated doing that.

The last piece of clothing was tossed to the floor and Hongbin stood in the middle of the room naked. He looked over his body for a moment, taking in his taut, flat stomach and shapely thighs. He wasn’t overly muscular, but in his line of work, he didn’t need to be. He used his slim build in his favor, many people underestimating the strength that lay hidden inside. He was sure he was attractive enough to catch anyone that he wanted, or at least that’s what he liked to think. So why? That’s really all he wanted to know. Why the sudden change in Ravi?

Why?

The sound of feet heading for the room caught his attention and Hongbin moved quickly onto the bed, kneeling in the center of it, head bowed slightly as he waited patiently. The door to the room opened, followed by two steps before they stopped and a slight gasp filled the otherwise quiet room.

“B-Babe?”

“Master.” Hongbin whispered gently, never once lifting his head. He did, however, watch Ravi out of the corner of his eye as best he could, though it was hard to really see and focus on the other. Silence filled the room shortly after, both males waiting for what to happen next. One knowing it was his place to wait, the other was unsure of how to approach the situation or why it was really happening.

“Hongbin.” Ravi whispered gently, taking a few tentative steps forward. He sounded so surprised, but that was a good thing. Hongbin wanted him to be surprised. He wanted Ravi to see the steps he was taking to work on their relationship, to make it amazing again. To make it simply exist once more. He felt the gentle touch to his bare shoulder; strong, calloused fingers stroking the skin gently. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Waiting for my master.” Hongbin replied instantly as he had trained himself. Like he knew Ravi liked it. Yet the sigh that fell from the other’s lips told him otherwise. It wasn’t a happy sigh or a needy sigh. It was a ‘sigh’ sigh and Hongbin could feel his chest tightening. What had he done to make Ravi feel this way about him? What was wrong with him? Was he ugly? Was he boring? Was it because he himself was more of a bottom than a top? Was that the issue? Was Ravi honestly wanting someone to top him more now than ever before?

He couldn’t… The simple thought of losing Ravi because of this was killing him. He couldn’t lose someone he had come to love and held so dear in his heart. Was a simple sexual role going to be the downfall of what he had deemed as true love so long ago? Was this the end?

“Hongbin.” Those same callous fingers slid under his chin and pressed upwards, and despite Hongbin’s struggle, they forced him to lift his head, deep brown eyes staring up into beautiful blue orbs that were only made to be so breathtaking by the contacts the other was wearing. “You don't need to do this.” He said and Hongbin nearly choked on his breath. This was it. He could feel it. The end.

“I have to!” Hongbin protested, voice wavering. He could feel the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, but he couldn't let himself cry. Not yet. Not like this. Ravi was a bit taken aback at the protest, his eyes wide with confusion. He didn't understand it. Why was the other acting like this.

“Why? Why Hongbin?”

“For you!” Hongbin told him, eyes sparkling with his unshed tears. “I do this for you. You are my master and I love you.” He confessed. “I can't...I can't lose you. Ravi please.” His voice tapered off at the end, voice so soft that the words were barely audible, yet spoke in such volumes. Hongbin expected the silence that came next. He also expected for Ravi to leave. Or tell him how disgusting he was and how he no longer loved him. What he didn't expect was for those strong arms to wrap around him. He was still, eyes wide as he was engulfed in Ravi’s arms, the sweet musk of the other filling his nose as the warmth and sense of security washed over him. It was so familiar and it was love, which made it all the harder for him to relax.

“Binnie, what makes you think you're going to lose me?” Ravi asked gently. Hongbin chewed his bottom lip, hands reaching up to grip at the arms wrapped around him.

“Because.” He whispered, eyes closing as he lowered his head. “You don't...we never...together…” he stumbled over his words, fighting back the years that wanted so hard to escape him. “All you do is sleep with them anymore. You never top me anymore, you don't look at me with the same lust as you do the others.” The words fell from his lips like the water breaking through a dam. He couldn't contain them, nor think of a way yo delicate put the situation. He simply spoke of his feelings at the time.

“You’re wrong.” Ravi snapped at the accusations. He didn't like what Hongbin was saying, but there was some truth to of and he knew it. Things were different, but that didn't mean Ravi wanted to end the relationship. He loved Hongbin, so greatly. “It's not true.”

“It is!” Hongbin whimpered, fingers clutching tighter go Ravi’s arms. “It's true and I'm so scared you'll leave me. You'll leave me to find someone who pleases you.”

Ravi gripped Hongbin’s chin and forced the other to look at him. “You please me. I want nobody but you.” He whispered, staring intently at the other. “I love you Hongbin. Yes, there are times when I want to be bottom but I love you. Whether you top me or bottom to me. I will always love you.” His confession was hard and sure, raw emotions swimming in Ravi’s eyes he spoke, near similar emotions reflected in Hongbin’s.

“I love you Ravi.” He pulled from the other and slung his arms around Ravi’s neck, holding him close. “I just...I can't take it anymore. I miss you and need you. I need my dominant bear.” The tears finally broke free and he started sobbing. Ravi’s arms simply tightened around him, pulling him closer. Soft kisses peppered his head for a moment before Ravi paused.

“I'm still here baby. I'm so sorry if you felt neglected.” Ravi whispered. “Let me make it up to you.” Pulling back from the kiss for a moment, Ravi smiled gently down at Hongbin. “Can I make it up to you?” Hongbin nodded, more than willing to have Ravi make it up to him. His heart felt like it was soaring, just from the simple fact that Ravi wanted him, loved him, and cherished him.

“Please.” The plead struck Ravi hard, his eyes softening a great deal as he cupped Hongbin’s cheeks and pulled him in close, kissing him deeply. Hongbin’s head tilted up slowly and to the side, letting Ravi take control of the kiss like he so desperately needed. He needed Ravi to control everything. Ravi’s tongue ran across his lips and he parted them with ease, letting it slither into his mouth. He felt so full with it, soft moans leaving as Ravi licked and teased his mouth in any way possible. His own tongue moved slowly, curling and sliding against Ravi’s as the kiss grew hotter. The tension grew stronger between them and Hongbin couldn’t help but moan as his senses were completely overtaken by the other.

Ravi’s hands moved over his sides and up his body, calloused fingers stroking over scarred skin. Tingles of pleasure coursed through his body and it had Hongbin trembling. His body moved easily with Ravi’s guidance and he laid back on the bed, legs spreading to accommodate Ravi sitting between them. He trailed his lips down Hongbin’s neck, pressing tender kisses overexposed skin before pressing equally tender kisses over his the collar. He loved the collar, the dark and light blue that contrasted so beautifully against his pale skin. When he had seen it in the window, he knew he needed to have it, to give it to the one special person in his life.

“Wonshik.” Hongbin whispered as he shivered, Ravi’s tongue coming out to lick over his neck. The light touches of the flicking tongue were teasing his nerves, setting them on fire. Ravi pulled back and looked down at the other, smirking.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby. So perfect.” he whispered, watching as a flush spread over Hongbin’s cheeks. “I love you so much baby.” he cooed gently and dipped his head back down, capturing Hongbin’s lips in another kiss before he could respond. Laying over him, he pressed down and bucked against him, a sudden gasp leaving him only to be muffled from their connected lips. Ravi’s hands once more moved, gliding over the smooth legs of his lover, lifting them up as he shifted forward. He rocked and ground against the other, his clothed erections scratching against Hongbin’s sensitive member, making him whimper and jerk under him.

“Off.” Hongbin mumbled as he broke the kiss. He reached down and grabbed at Ravi’s shirt, tugging at it hard to try and get it lifted and taken off. He was so hard, his cock twitching against his stomach. It had been so long since they had actually alone time like this when both were healthy and there were no punishments that they needed to give to the enemy. He was excited and he wanted to hurry this along so he could feel the hot length filling and stretching his hole. “Please. Take them off.”  The chuckle that left Ravi had Hongbin pouting, but the other pulled back and took off his shirt nonetheless. The shirt fell to the floor, soon joined by jeans the other had been wearing. No underwear, then again, they usually never wore underwear.

“Better?” Ravi asked as he laid back over Hongbin, bare flesh pressed against bare flesh. Hongbin groaned out and arched his back, panting softly.

“God yes.” he whispered and smiled at him. “Feels so good.” Hongbin’s hands grasped at Ravi’s sides, stroking over the other’s body and just feeling him. It had been way too long since they had been so close like this and it felt like they were experiencing each other’s touches for the first time again. Ravi chuckled softly, lips once more traveling down Hongbin’s body, pulling sweet moans and soft sighs with each kiss and swipe of the tongue. Ravi found a dusky nipple, tongue flicking lightly against it, feeling it harden with each passing swipe. Hongbin shivered under him, whimpers of lust leaving him, a soft plea wanting to leave his lips, but it got caught in his throat as the warm lips wrapped around his nipple and sucked on his nipple like a hungry man.

“Oh my god.” Hongbin panted and shivered in pleasure, back arching slightly. “Ravi.” Fingers tangled in short locks, tugging to keep the head against his chest. His nipples were always a sensitive part of his body, and he loved it when anyone teased them. “More.” he begged softly. Ravi chuckled around the nipple, teeth nipping at the small pebble. Pulling off, he switched to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, hands reaching down to still the twitching and moving hips. “Nngh~”

Ravi enjoyed the teasing he was doing. Hongbin was so responsive to everything that he did and it pleased Ravi so much. Why they had waited so long to reconnect was beyond him. But he was glad they were doing it before he actually lost the love of his life. Moving away from his nipple, Ravi moved down the other’s body, lips leaving a trail of hot kisses down his chest. The hands in his hair tightened as he moved further, growing closer to the hardness resting against Hongbin’s abdomen. The head was an angry red, glistening as precum pearled at the tip and slid down. Ravi knew what the other wanted and he wanted to taste the other, but at the same time, he wanted to continue to tease the other.

“Please.” Hongbin pleaded.

Ravi decided to indulge the other, simply for the fact that it had been so long since it had been the two of them. His lips parted and he took the head into his mouth, a soft moan leaving him as the sweet taste of his lover filled him. Hongbin’s body shook and arched at the sensation, needy moans leaving his parted lips as fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in the soft locks. He pulled hard and Ravi groaned, taking the hard flesh further into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily.

“Yes, Ravi~” he groaned out, eyes screwed shut as he focused on the pleasure coursing through his body. The heat curled tightly within his gut and he knew he wouldn’t last long. And while the thought of cumming now was so appealing to him, Hongbin wanted to hold back. He wanted to cum only when he had Ravi inside him and he couldn’t wait. He gave Ravi’s hair a few more tugs, trying to get the other up and off his cock before he came. Ravi came up reluctantly and with a loud pop. He licked his red lips with a hum, lidded eyes staring down at Hongbin.

“Baby?”

“Please. Need you inside me.” Hongbin whispered, his legs parting as wide as he could get them, trying to entice Ravi with a view of his hole. Ravi chuckled at the almost pleading tone of the other and he sat up. He wasn’t about to deny his lover the pleasure he wanted and it had been so long since they had been together. He stripped himself of his clothes, tossing them to the ground as he leaned over and searched for the lube in their bedside table.

Things felt foreign him, and he realized just how long it had been. Grabbing the bottle, he opened the bottle and poured some on his hand, pausing for a moment. “Prep or ?”

“No. Just please.” Hongbin whispered, eyes locked with the hand, waiting to watch it smooth that lube on the hard flesh hanging between Ravi’s legs. Ravi chuckled and nodded as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it and coating it with the lube. He groaned at the friction that it brought, the pleasure heightening slightly in his body. Hongbin licked his lips as he watched the hand move, watched the way precum pearled at the tip before being swiped away. Pulling his hand back, Ravi moved to sit between Hongbin’s legs and grinned, pressing the tip of his cock against the rosy bud.

“Ravi. Please.” he begged and pressed down on the cock.

“You beg so nicely baby.” Ravi cooed lightly and slowly pushed his cock into Hongbin. The breach was slightly painful but felt so good nonetheless. Hongbin hadn’t felt so stretched in such a long time it was like he had regained his virginity back. Ravi moved slowly, sinking his cock in inch by inch, eyes locked on Hongbin’s face, watching for any signs of pain or displeasure.

“So good.” Hongbin whispered, his body relaxing under Ravi’s. There was a slight sting from the penetration, but his body soon adjusted to it and all he could feel was pleasure. The pleasure of having Ravin inside him once more. His hips rolled up and pushed down on Ravi, forcing the other deeper inside of him. “Oh my god.” he panted. Groaning softly, Ravi gripped Hongbin’s hips tightly and pulled out slowly before thrusting back in. There was slight resistance on the first few thrusts, but eventually, Hongbin’s hole relaxed enough for him to be able to thrust into him easily. Soft moans and needy pants left the younger male as the pleasure coursed through his body. Ravi’s hands slid down and gripped Hongbin’s thighs, lifting them up as he started a hard and fast pace.

“Fuck. So tight.” Ravi growled as he pounded into the hot, tight heat, hissing deeply as he bottomed out each and every time. Their moans mingled together with the loud smacking of skin against skin. Bodies rocked as they desperately chased after their release, hands clawing and clutching to each other in a haze of pleasure. Ravi’s hips angled, the head of his cock pressing into the squishy ball of nerves inside of Hongbin, a smirk playing on his lips at the loud cry that left the other. Hongbin threw his head back as he moaned heavily, neck stretched and arched so eloquently and was accentuated so beautifully by the collar that it had the heat inside Ravi coiling tighter with arousal.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Ravi grunted and gave harder thrusts, balls slapping hard against Hongbin’s ass. Nails dug deep into his back, pulling a harsh hiss from him as Hongbin whimpered and shuddered under him.

“Can’t...can’t hold back.” he panted and bucked into him. “Gonna cum..Ravi.” he groaned out and jerked under him, his cock heavy and twitching against his stomach, precum oozing from the tip. Reaching between them, he wrapped his fingers around Hongbin’s cock and pumped it quickly, enjoying the cries of pleasure he pulled from the other.

“Ravi! Oh fuck Ravi!” he cried out loudly and clenched around the other. He couldn’t stop the coil from breaking and he gave a hoarse shout as he came, cum coating Ravi’s hand as his cock twitched and pulsed. The hole around him clench and Ravi let out a deep grunt as he kept thrusting into Hongbin. The other was trying so hard to milk his cock and it felt so amazing. Ravi wanted to try and hold out, but he couldn’t. Hongbin was just so tight and hot. Growling out, Ravi thrusted in once more, pushing deep into the other. Leaning over Hongbin, he bit into his shoulder to muffle his cry as he came hard inside the other. Hongbin moaned out as he was filled, body twitching in pleasure.

Licking his lips, he panted as he looked up at Ravi, smiling softly. “Fuck.” he whispered. Ravi could only chuckle as Hongbin wrapped his arms around him and pulled him down into a kiss. Their lips moved together slowly, the kiss slow and lax as they both worked to calm their heated bodies.

Pulling back from the kiss, Hongbin looked into Ravi’s eyes and gave a heartfelt smile. “I love you. So much. You don’t understand how much this means to me.” he whispered. Ravi nodded his head and stroked Hongbin’s cheek gently. He really didn’t know how much it had meant to Hongbin. He didn’t know how much this whole ordeal had hurt the other. But he could see it now and he was so glad he could change the outcome. Because he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to live without Hongbin. Hongbin was his world and while he loved being with the others, he loved Hongbin more; he was in love with him.

“I love you too baby.” Ravi cooed and kissed him once more. “Don’t you ever forget it. No matter what’s going on in our lives or who we may favor for a while, you are mine and I love you.” he told him with a soft voice.

“I will never doubt again. I swear.” Hongbin whispered.

“Good.” Ravi hummed as he slowly laid down, rolling them onto their sides. He didn’t pull out right away because he had missed this connection and didn’t want them to part so quickly. Blankets wrapped around them and he sighed as he snuggled into the covers, his head resting on the pillow as Hongbin snuggled against his chest. They laid in silence for a while, just listening to each other’s breathing and trying to match them in sync. Eventually, Ravi realized that Hongbin was no longer trying to sync their breathing and his had even out considerably. He looked down at the other and chuckled as Hongbin slept peacefully against him. Ravi settled down against him and pressed a kiss against his head. With a soft hum, he closed his own eyes and let himself follow his lover’s footsteps and fell asleep, mind filled with happy dreams of him and Hongbin together for many in the future.

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[squeallywrites]

My Emperor Ch.6

You didn’t know what to expect when you were brought to the Prince’s study. Heck you were still reeling from what just happened.

“You’ll be fine,” Ravi reassures you before opening the door. He must’ve heard your racing heart.

“Your Highness, Miss Y/N L/N of the American Kingdom,” he announces as he bows in front of you.

You couldn’t see the Crown Prince due to the partition of frosted glass. His features were obscure, but you could see the glowing red of his eyes and his hair looked to be white. After you bow, Ravi turns and leans in close to your ear, “He won’t talk, but you’re to be with him until he signals you to leave. Just..don’t go beyond the barrier.”

After that, he leaves.

 Alone with the one man you came here for. The bane and saviour of your life at this moment.

 You just stand there for a while, unsure what to do. Looking around, you take in the study. It has a minimal yet luxurious décor. To your left, you know a spare calligraphy set. That’ll help you get your mind off of earlier.

“I don’t know what you expect from me,” you declare, “or how long you want me to be here, but I’m going to do my own thing during these sessions.”

As you turn to go grab the set, a small bell rings out. Instantly, Ravi enters, eyebrows furrowed as your heart stops. Were you not supposed to do that?

Right as Ravi grabs your arm, the bell rings out again. You share a confused look with the guard before he goes to the prince. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but you see Ravi go to move something to be in front of the prince. Soon he returns to situate you close to the partition before placing a small desk on the floor. After giving you the calligraphy set, Ravi bows to the prince and then leaves yet again. You look up at the partition to see what looks like the Crown Prince himself writing. Shrugging, you begin to write. It starts as nonsense, but soon you fall into writing a letter for your father, pushing the event with Sarah to the back of your mind.

~~~~~~

Two hours had passed when you next looked at the clock. Standing, you gather your letter and bow to the prince.

“Your Highness, I will be leaving now.”

You watch him for a second and right before you turned, you barely catch him nodding. As you walk out of the study, Ravi is standing there facing the hallway.

“Ravi, will you take me back to my room?”

The idea of walking back to your room has you shaking and forgetting the fact that he has to walk with you anyway. He spins around, red eyes wide, “Why wasn’t I called to get you?”

“I asked if I could leave. Now I just want to sleep please.”

 You didn’t sleep that night.

[killjoy-loveit]

Stitch Me Back Together- 2

A/N: I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. This is written in 1st POV, the character’s name is Fleur, and this is a series. I am still working on it, the end date isn’t set as of yet, however, I will try to update it when I can (though two updates are scheduled this month). Every member of Vixx will be featured in this piece, though for this second part the only one of them in it is Ken/Jaehwan. And as always the links to my masterlists will be in the notes!

Summary: Fleur is on a path of discovery, and what she finds might not be what she’s expecting. And we all know that at times, knowledge brings danger.

Word Count: 2,606

Genre: Supernatural/Fantasy/Mythical AU, Angst

****WARNING: Mentions of blood****

     During the two weeks that I was off work, Lucille frequently came around. Almost as if she feared that I’d fall apart in a matter of hours if I was left alone for too long. While I wouldn’t break down in tears, I couldn’t guarantee the state of my mind for long. Something just didn’t add up, and I had two weeks to try to come to some sort of conclusion. Any free time I had without Lucille hovering over my shoulder was spent with my nose buried in medical textbooks. Or medical research papers. Or articles relating to medicine. However, the normal sources I went to had very little in the way of explaining what I’d seen. That’s when things took a turn.

     I stopped limiting my search to the medical field. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I was losing my marbles or if it was actually something… Supernatural. But I’ve never been the type to give up without getting answers. So, despite being skeptical, I turned to resources I never would have considered otherwise. I frequented sites that gave supernatural explanations, involving magic and creatures that shouldn’t exist. Stores I used to avoid, even going so far as to express my confusion at their existence, became a second home. The person that probably monitors my account might’ve wondered what the hell was going on because I got a fraud alert after buying over $100 worth of books on the supernatural. 

     Of course, explaining that it was actually me that made those purchases over the phone was a tad interesting. And by that I mean difficult. I kept stammering, feeling like I was being interrogated when in reality all the person wanted was confirmation that I was the one who made the purchases. After that experience, I felt like maybe I was just being paranoid, or going overboard. Except that all changed when I found an explanation that fit. One that, under normal circumstances, I would have thrown directly out the window. It probably wouldn’t have even been allowed a second thought. 

     Based on the book I found, it said that Remi Juarez was… A shapeshifter. Further research only locked in that explanation in my mind. Some shapeshifter’s hearts beat slower, meaning the blood doesn’t circulate as fast, which could explain why he didn’t bleed out before getting to the ER. His blood had traces of an unknown element, one that made it difficult to figure out what treatments were safe. And I thought it was my imagination initially because no one else saw it, but I saw his face change for a split second- into one of the paramedics. But then it was gone. There was more in the book, but nothing that I’d be able to determine as true without the autopsy report in front of me. 

     At that point, I still thought I was losing my mind. It just didn’t make sense. All of the creatures and beings from mythology were just supposed to be fairytales, they weren’t meant to actually exist. Magic wasn’t meant to be real, just some fluke that could be easily debunked by science. But I was starting to realize that science couldn’t answer everything. It didn’t have the answers to the questions running through my mind and wreaking absolute havoc. I wanted it to be a dream. Wished that it was all in my head. But I started noticing things. The kind of things that wouldn’t typically hold any value. 

     Whenever I went out, I would notice at least one person who deviated from the norm but not to the point that just anybody would notice. People whose eyes flashed a different color; had unnaturally sharp incisors when they smiled; laughs that sounded like tinkling bells; beguiling words that could change another’s disposition in a matter of seconds; the slight brushing of one’s hands against another and causing them to go blank like they were in a trance. And I couldn’t keep denying it further, there was no point. I had to accept the fact that the supernatural existed- something I’d been denying since I was a kid. I was always that one kid to call bullshit on the sweet fairytales or scary stories adults would tell. 

     Fear had consumed me, becoming a permanent part of my being. Sometimes it was the overwhelming kind that could make someone want to curl into a ball in the corner of a room and never move. Other times it was just like a brief flicker of an old tv that’s connection had worsened over the years. The fear was hard to deal with, but I’d always been good at hiding my problems from Lucille. I never wanted her to worry, or be scared, or hurt, and if she saw that I was afraid, well… She’s always been a wild card when it comes to my stronger emotions. Either she’d try to solve the problem for me, or the solution would evade her and just lead her to be upset. 

     Though, it’s not that Lucille thought I couldn’t handle things on my own. No, she knows I’m more than capable of taking care of myself. Rather, she’s always thought of us as a duo, fighting against the world together. Except that isn’t always a plausible way of handling things. This was one of those times, is one of those times. Feeling useless and paranoid wasn’t something I wanted to share with her, it’s something I needed to carry on my own. 

     My first day back at the hospital after reaching such a conclusion was nothing short of a mess. Keeping my mind clear was difficult. Whenever I saw something slightly out of the ordinary, the kind of thing that could be explained in one of the supernatural books I bought, it would stay in my head, flitting about. There were only two good things that happened that day: my request for a copy of Remi Juarez’s autopsy report was approved, and I managed to, somehow, perform my job without a falter. I was surprised that, despite the upheaval of the world I’d come to know, I could still function enough to treat patients effectively.

     Today seemed to be going better though. I’d had my morning coffee and got to chat with Lucille a bit before she went to sleep. The sterile smell of the hospital, one that took me a long while to get used to, brought a new sense of comfort to me now. I was back where I was meant to be. 

     “Fleur, hey,” Selene called out, pausing me in my tracks.

     “Oh,” I respond, lips parted and eyebrows raised. I’d been too lost in my head to notice I was passing the nurse’s station. Selene has been the resident gossip since she was hired two years ago. “Hello, how are you, Selene?” 

     She plastered a sympathetic smile on her face, it looked forced. She then pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I feel like I should be asking you that question. Of course, I’m more than fine! How are you holding up though, dearie?”

     Bile rose up in the back of my throat. I’ve always hated small talk, especially if it was the fake, prying kind. People like that never actually cared about you, they just wanted information they could spread. “I’m managing. Thank you for your concern.” My lips pressed into a thin smile before I stepped past her.

     Pleasantries are something I try to avoid as much as I can, it feels contrived. No one tells the truth to such questions, just as they don’t expect the truth. Such questions have become a way of greeting, not actually being asked because the other person cares. And heaven forbid you tell the truth, that’s a good way of making someone freeze in place. I could hear the way she huffed in annoyance as I walked off. It was no surprise to me though, not at this point. Selene wasn’t a pleasant person to begin with and she only got worse with time. 

     Now only one thing was on my mind: the autopsy report. I knew it’d be waiting for me when I arrived for my shift today, and I was anxious to get my hands on it. After retrieving the file, I quickly made my way to the doctor’s lounge to skim it before my shift starts. Settling down in one of the rickety chairs, I tried to convince myself that nothing would be out of the ordinary. But of course, such a wish couldn’t be granted. 

     Multiple irregularities seemed to jump straight from the page, and I was helpless not to fixate on them. The oddities started from the rate his blood clotted, to his bone density, and even to the bullets he was shot with. One of my first conclusions was proved to be true: Remi Juarez was shot from two directions. Meaning there were two shooters. Both seemed to have used the same bullets though, a mixture of silver and steel, which made it likely they were working together. 

     Another thing I learned from the report was that there was truly nothing else I could have done to save him. Each step I took was correct, and despite his slow blood flow, he had just lost far too much blood at that point. With the number of bullets that riddled his body, it was surprising he hadn’t bled out faster, let alone that his heart had managed to keep beating. But I still have questions that the report hasn’t answered. Why were there two shooters in the first place? Why wasn’t he dead on arrival? How did he survive for so long? And why, exactly, was the detective relieved when I didn’t know anything? 

     Twelve hours later, at eight in the evening, long since the sky had darkened considerably, I finished my shift. The air was crisp and refreshing after having been cooped up inside all day. Leaves crunched under my feet as I walked down the sidewalk, my eyes taking in the beautiful scenery of the city at night. People bustled about, groceries clutched in their hands, pushing strollers, young couples holding hands, businessmen with phones glued to their ears. I hadn’t driven to work this morning, and I was quite happy with that decision. I think I needed this, to see life like this. 

     That feeling didn’t die down until I was closer to my apartment building, maybe five minutes away. The street lights were flickering and I couldn’t spot another person on the sidewalks. The air felt eerie and thick, making it hard to catch my breath. Then I heard a low growling, joined by something scraping against the cement, sending chills up my spine. I swallowed the growing panic, the likelihood of something or someone being behind me was low. Clearly I haven’t been getting enough sleep since I’m imagining things.

     Except I wasn’t imagining things, and I knew it the second I felt hot breath on the back of my neck. I jerked forward instantly but was quickly pulled back by long, twisted claws. A scream bubbled up in my throat, begging to be released- a plea that I ignored. The low growling started again, growing louder with each passing second, and this time it was directly in my ear. I felt the creature’s saliva drip onto my shoulder, soaking into my jacket. 

     I felt frozen in place, be it by terror or because of some mind trick the beast played on me I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t care which it was. I just wished I was running. That my feet would start without my mind telling them to. If ever there was a time for my feet to have a mind of their own it’s now. But alas, I had no such luck. The creature’s claws dragged down my arm, ripping through the fabric of my coat and digging into my skin. At that moment it was like my body woke up, I tore out of the beast’s grasp, ignoring the searing pain in my arm as its claws left me. I ran and I didn’t stop. My feet pounded down the sidewalk until I could make out my apartment building in the distance, but even then I didn’t stop- I could still feel the creature hot on my trail. 

     One second I was running and the next I was lying on the concrete, a grisly claw gripping my ankle. A panicked shriek pierced the air as I looked back and saw the creature. Its eyes glowed a dark red, with tough gray skin that resembled the concrete underneath me, and vicious-looking fangs that protruded from its mouth. Terror flooded my veins, this thing looked like a monster straight from my childhood nightmares. I kicked my free foot at its face, catching it by surprise and causing its grasp on me to falter. In that instant I shot to my feet, continuing my race to my apartment building.

     This time I made it safely inside, but I didn’t relax until I was in my apartment with each entryway sealed. My breathing was heavy, coming out in pants as adrenaline raced through me. My mind was spinning. What had I done to get a beast sicced on me? Did someone know that I’d figured out what Remi Juarez was? Am I a target now? Once I’d calmed down enough, I felt the blood trailing down my arm, dripping onto the hardwood floors beneath my feet. Glancing at the scratches left behind by whatever that creature was, it was easy to tell that they weren’t deep enough to need stitches. I could take care of this myself with some disinfectant and gauze. 

     By the time my arm was wrapped up nice and tight, it was just past ten o’clock. There was only one person I could call. One person I could question. And I wasn’t even sure if he’d give me any answers, but I could try. Grabbing my cellphone from the counter, I dialed the small numbers on the card I’d kept close to me since I got it. The line rang, once, twice, three times. I thought I was going to go through to voicemail, but then I heard his voice.

     “Hello?”

     “Detective Lee, this is Fleur Boudreaux.” I could feel my determination wavering.

     “Oh,” he sounded surprised. “It’s quite late, what are you calling about?”

     “I need to talk to you,” I whispered hoarsely. “It’s important.”

     “Right now?”

     “Right now.”

     He was at my door thirty minutes later, dressed in a more casual outfit than the last time I saw him. When he came into my apartment, the door fully closed behind him, I hesitated as I felt his gaze on me. 

     “What happened to your arm?” Detective Lee asked, stepping forward, eyebrows bunching together in concern.

     “It’s why I called you,” I breathed out, moving my eyes to his. “I… Was attacked.”

     His eyes widened considerably. “Attacked? Why didn’t you call the police?”

     “Aren’t you the police?”

     “I mean, yes, but‒”

     I cut him off quickly. “I couldn’t just call the police about this. It had to be you, at least I think it has to. Anyone else will just think I’m crazy.”

     The look in his eyes changed, realization flashing in them. “What are you talking about?” 

     “What I’m talking about,” I say, stepping forward. “Is Remi Juarez. He wasn’t human, and neither was the thing that attacked me tonight. So I have some questions I need you to answer, starting with: what the hell have I been dragged into?”