#vixx leo x reader

[biasedwriting]

the finest gossamer [VIXX, Leo] M

Characters : VIXX's Leo / OC

Regency! AU

Rating : M for smut

Plot summary - Taekwoon spends an afternoon with his wife in the sunroom.

It was a relatively peaceful afternoon, Taekwoon mused, watching Minah patter about the sunroom, sealing a letter to Haneul, who was now touring the highlands with Wonshik. The room was a little one with a teak writing desk overflowing with papers - letters, he assumed, knowing his wife’s propensity for words both written and spoken (which both vexed and delighted him no end). He eyed his wife blowing out the candle on her desk before stacking the carefully sealed letters into the pigeon-hole cubby above the table. He smiled, amused by her ink-stained fingers and the grumbling that followed as she dabbed at her fingertips with an equally stained handkerchief.

Leaning against the door frame, the man crossed his arms. Despite how busy his viscountcy made him, he tried not to miss out on the domesticity of these moments. To him, Minah was a wonder to be beheld in her natural habitat, in complete comfort with her surroundings. Which was exactly why he found himself hurrying home after a session at the parliament to gaze at his wife. He bit his lip to hold back the laughter that bubbled up his throat when she began humming, floating over to the window to fix the sunflowers held in a pale blue porcelain vase before gently unlatching the windows to allow some air in.

Taekwoon took a silent step into the little sunroom of his house in the capital. Decorated to the tastes of the lady so lost in her thoughts by the window, he couldn’t help but feel surrounded by her presence in the room. From the bookshelf in the corner overflowing with titles she enjoyed (and he enjoyed gifting her with) to the little portrait of the two of them perched on the mantle, or the small turtle-shaped paperweights she had bought on a whim and vehemently placed on the table by the deep green high backed chair he was standing by, the sunroom was secretly Taekwoon’s favourite place in the house because it just was, Minah.

The summer sun streamed through the translucent curtains illuminating his wife’s body draped in the finest muslin he could adorn her in. The rays caressed her face illuminating the lighter shades of brown in the soft ringlets of her hair kissing the tops of her collarbones. Her deep lashes threw shadows on her rounded cheeks that he loved pressing his lips against. Her countenance was blank and blissful in the sunlight as the summer breeze wound its way into the room. The man's eyes roved over her face with delight before his throat went dry at the sight of the thin muslin barely concealing the pebbled buds of her …

“Taekwoon!” A gasp broke his reverie as she spun around, finally aware of his gaze “How long have you been waiting there?” She asked, crossing her arms, immediately obscuring his vision while she hurried to the lace shawl thrown on over the back of her chair to wrap it around her shoulders.

“Not too long,” her husband mused, frowning at the offending piece of cloth as she rang the bell to call for tea before ushering him to the high-backed chair.

“I know you said you'd be back for tea, but Haneul had written such an exciting letter I just couldn't wait to write back and then I completely lost track of time! ” She began pacing around the room, ears red as her husband watched with an amused smile. “She said I'd love the cattle in the highlands, darling large coos! Oh, where is Jeffery?” Minah wondered out loud only to have the stately servant hurry in with the tea service. “Fantastic! Dearest, Haneul sent us shortbread along with her letter, I made sure Jeffery would bring some with tea” Minah continued while Jeffery set the service on the little table before Taekwoon raised his hand to wave the man away.

“That will be all, Jeffery, ensure we're not disturbed,” he said before turning back to his wife who frowned in confusion. The servant left the room, closing the door behind him and Minah reached for the kettle to pour out the tea cautiously.

“Is everything alright?” 

Taekwoon received the cup and saucer from her, eyeing her struggle to keep the shawl on her shoulders. Taking a deep sip, secretly scalding himself, he turned to set down the cup and reach across and yank the foolish fabric out of her grasp. 

“Yes, everything is fine,” he hummed as she tried to reach for the shawl again only to have it held far away from her. The more she leaned forward, the greater Taekwoon's delight grew as he stared unabashedly at his wife's unadorned skin which he knew from experience would feel like cream in his palms.

“Give it back!” She huffed, now getting to her feet and stepping closer to him, unaware of the trap her husband was setting for her. “You're vexing me Lord Jung Taekwoon!”

“Oh? Is that so?” He chuckled, holding the shawl behind his back and quickly grabbing her wrist as she reached for it, tugging her onto his lap. Her foot hit the little table between the two high-backed chairs making the tea service rattle.

“I honestly thought something had happened during the parliamentary session, now I see Viscount Jung Taekwoon wants to play games,” Minah grumbled, still trying to reach for her shawl “Now unhand my shawl or the tea will get cold.”

“What if I say no?” Taekwoon replied, tucking the silly fabric firmly behind his back while his other hand went to support his wife's derriere, giving it a quick squeeze.

“You're being naughty,” she glared at the taller man, tugging at his deep brown coat. 

“That I am,” he said, eyes fixed on her flushed skin, beaded buds now taught against the thin muslin, all he had to do was lean forward and…

Teeth sunk into his right earlobe gently as Minah gave it a quick nibble, sending blood rushing to his breeches. Minah quickly tried to retrieve her shawl which was firmly wedged between the back of the chair and her husband's broad back only to have him grasp at her jaw and fix his eyes on hers. She shivered, noticing his dilated pupils as he leaned up to join their lips. Remembering her initial mission, she turned her head away to look for the shawl only to feel his long fingers slip up to cup the back of her neck and guide her lips to his for a gentle kiss. 

“Open your mouth, darling,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her firmly over his lap by the derriere making her gasp, feeling his need for her. Sliding his tongue past her parted lips he savoured her like a delicacy, now feeling her ink-stained fingers sliding into the strands of his hair making him grunt as he chased after her lips before breathlessly trailing kisses down her throat as soft whimpered breaths gurgled past her swollen lips. 

Minah grasped firmly onto her husband's broad shoulders, the lace shawl long forgotten in his onslaught. Taekwoon's long graceful fingers slid the thin gown up her calves, pausing to fiddle with the garters holding her whisper-thin stockings to her body. She giggled at how ticklish it felt at first but threw her head back with a hiss when his lips surrounded her clothed nipple. 

“Ah, Taekwoon,” she whimpered into his hair as his fingers pianoed across her thighs caressing the skin 

“You're so soft, my love,” he mumbled against the now wet fabric before turning to the other achingly painful nipple awaiting his attention. His fingers played a wicked tune on the wet thatch of hair between her thighs as she gasped at the sensation of his index finger sliding over a throbbing bud of nerves over and over again till she gazed at him pleadingly with her mouth open and no words.

“What's that?” He hummed, speeding up his pace as his middle finger joined in to thoroughly stimulate her. 

She finally let out a moan of his name, gripping at the shirt under his coat, nearly ripping it wide open. Slumping forward, she leaned on his shoulders and breathed out his name, pressing open-mouthed kisses beneath it in a way that had the little string of sanity holding him together snap. 

Then he sank two of his fingers into her and set a quick rhythm that had her jolting pawing at the cravat and undoing his buttons to splay her fingers across his chest feeling his heart thud beneath her palm. Every touch had her hips moving frantically on his two fingers, pressing against the swelling bulge in her husband's breeches. She reached down to undo his bottoms grabbing at the now erect, throbbing organ with both hands making him rest his forehead against her chest with a groan.

“Minah,” he exhaled, curving his fingers within her making her squeeze around them as her hands came to a halt. She fixed her glazed-over eyes on her handsome husband, before reaching to tug his wrist away from her sopping core. There was a fire in her eyes that made Taekwoon feel like a man parched as he leaned up to tangle his tongue with hers. Her grip returned to his erection, firmly stroking till he moaned into her hungry lips.. Gently positioning her hips over his desire, she carefully lowered herself onto him and he scrambled to grasp her buttocks to support her ever-tightening descent. 

“Minah, please,” he whispered groaning when she rolled her hips.

“You started this Taekwoon,” she hissed, gripping at the lapels of his very crumpled shirt.  He eyed her as she lifted her hips and dropped them, tightening on her way down. Her gown was now clinging to her body with the sweat of her exertion as she frowned, scrabbling to rip the offending garment over the head and tossing it to the ground before moving in earnest while Taekwoon could only watch the majesty of his wife's form in the summer sunshine. Groaning, he gripped her hips thrusting up and watching her head fall back in pleasure. When his wife whined, rocking her hips to take him in deeper, he couldn’t help but oblige by picking up the pace till she shook above him, scrabbling at his chest, leaving streaks of red with her blunt nails. Panting at how impossibly tight she was getting around him, Taekwoon laced his fingers with hers thrusting up powerfully, emptying into her and keeping the pace till she spasmed along with him.

Pulling her towards his chest, he held his wife’s naked form, caressing her side as she took deep gasping breaths. 

“You’re a wicked wicked man,” she mumbled against his now sweaty chest. Taekwoon looked down and tipped her head up to capture her lips in another chaste kiss.

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[seawitch62]

Replacement

Obsession is what drives Leo. He will not be thwarted

Yandere, Horror

Word count 646

Jung Taek-woon, known simply as Leo, sits and broods.

☆Everything is done and you got your wish

While I'm being swept away against my wish

Your predetermined words and feelings too

I’m used to it so never mind

You came in as you liked and filled my heart

Now you turn away from me to say bye bye

There's nothing left but the void you left behind and I, ooh☆

"Bitch!" His anger bubbling to a boil.

Recalling the flowers he sent and were returned along with his gifts.

"Bitch!".

Remembering the cold hard stare when she said goodbye, the words spoken cut deep and wound.

"Bitch!".

"I need you right here!" 

The tarot cards say you are mine!

♡Shoot me down, kill mе now

It's a fight I’ll never win♡

Sitting at the piano, memories invade tormenting and haunting him, standing he hits the  keys of the piano.

Pacing in silence, thoughts running rampant.

"Soon my love, soon, we will be together once more, this time you will not leave!".

♧

He watches her, following her.

Through the lens of his binoculars he yearns  from afar.

She constantly infects his thoughts.

Sleep no reprieve as he dreams of the object of his obsession 

Everything and everywhere is a constant reminder of his loss.

"Soon" he mutters, watching  her sleeping.

□

From his parked vehicle, he sees her, eating dinner with her bitch Mother and  sister.

'Fucking bitch, dining out with others, in their restaurant!'

"I'll wipe that smile off their faces"

"Soon".

◇

Hidden by trees and shrubs he does his surveillance .

Her smile and laughter only serves his resolve to carry out his plan.

He watches as the sun moves and the rays illuminating her glorious mane.

Knowing soon he will be running his fingers through her hair once again.

As the sun moves, his target does as well, placing her blanket under the shade the tree offers.

As she eats her lunch, chicken and a vegetable plate and fruit, he watches. As she sips on her iced tea, her lips caressing the aluminum can, "soon" he whispers "our lips will blend as one".

As she throws food for a curious squirrel, he recalls how she fed him.

Exotic food foreplay.

"Fucking squirrel. She's mine!"

As she lays on the blanket chatting with her Mother and sister, he remembers times they shared an afternoon bodies entwined. A moan involuntarily escapes his lips.

Knowing his love she will need a bathroom break soon.

That's when he will strike!

"Soon!".

◇

He waited patiently, devised his plan, nothing or no one will stand in his way. It's been a long arduous journey, mishaps and errors, the experiments finally came to fruition.

Today all his dedication and devotion will pay dividends.

"Right on cue" he smiles. As he sees her gathering rubbish and heading towards the bins, he knows her next destination.

He silently waits.

As she enters the park bathroom she is ambushed and dragged into a stall, a ketamine syringe quickly injected into her arm.

She quickly loses consciousness.

Leo kisses his love, gently swoops her into his arms and discreetly carries her to his vehicle, where he places her in the backseat.

"Now for stage two" he mutters.

The replacement is activated.

Walking towards the mother and sister.

Leo watches this all very important stage of his plan.

As the replacement takes his love spot, all seems well.

She is accepted.

The sister comments on the replacement's eyes. 

"The sun" is the answer the sister receives.

The sister accepts this, but an uneasy feeling prevails.

Smiling, he hops into his vehicle and drives away with his love.

Leo drives the object of his desire to her new and forever home. 

As he settles his unconscious love into her new home he kisses her forehead.

"This time my love. You will not say goodbye".

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[blackmaylovesfries]

“You will make me fall” - Part 2

Asked: Yes

Words: 2000

Sinopse: 2000 Followers Special - After fighting for so long, the angel is gone now. Leo should be happy but why does he feel so flustered and annoyed? - Inspired by the Hyde Era.

Notices: Given to me by @moonstrays a long time ago (sorry it took so long!). Also, it will have 3 parts since it seemed you guys liked this plot. The last part will be released as 2500 followers’ special. Ah, and I went for the Christian hierarchy of angels, just because “seraphim” is a great name for an angel class, not meaning to offend anybody!

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“Leo seems to be fighting again, brother.” The Archangel told the Seraphim that was seated on a golden chair. The two angels of different ranks were watching the demon realm. After a lifetime of a peaceful existence, the demon Taekwoon suddenly went berserk. It won’t be a week if Leo didn’t find something to destroy during the whole century.

The Seraphim sighed. Humans would just think there was some bad energy around their Era, ordinary angels would say Leo was crazy and something should be done about him. But not that Seraphim… No… That male angel knew why Leo had gotten violent during that time… And he could only sigh everytime that demon showed up in his magic waters.

“I don’t want to overstep, brother Leeteuk… But…”

“Say it, Suho. You couldn’t possibly give me a bad idea at the moment.” Jungsu was really tired… All of this because Yesung was afraid of Y/n getting too close to that demon… They should just let their spoiled sister do whatever she wants, as always. The younger angel nodded.

“Hm… How about talking to Leo? He already gave us a lot of face waiting for two centuries before asking about her… And he said at the beginning that he just wanted information, not to fight us…” The Archangel gave a pause. “Also, the demon didn’t really offend us, he kept all his rage on the demon realm.”

“You’re right, Suho.” Jungsu rubbed his temples. “Call brother Shindong. I want him to go.” The Archangel nodded again, quickly leaving the powerful one and going to look for the other Seraphim.

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Why? Why was that feeling never going away? Leo could feel the madness bubbling inside of him, he could feel the rage his kind had long fed against the angel race, he could feel the sense of loss that appeared every time he thought about her… But why? Leo really couldn’t understand the reason why he was feeling all of that.

After the night the angel had come to say her goodbyes, Leo didn’t feel anything. He had a bad premonition right after she left but it soon was crushed by the thought she was probably just being a drama queen to get his attention. So, Leo soon forgot about it. But then a month passed… A single month was nothing for eternal beings but… The angel used to go to his mansion every day…

Then, a year passed. Leo still was happy that his relaxed life was back. Then 25 years went… Even the other 5 great demons noticed that Leo wasn’t receiving the usual angelic visit. By the time it hit 50 years without the angel, Leo finally noticed that something was wrong. He started to notice that there was no more laughing around him, no more jokes between the servants, no more surprise visits from N or Ravi…

“What do you mean ‘why won't you go there anymore’? Last time I did, you shouted Y/n’s name and told ‘me’ that it was useless to try to catch your attention disappearing… And after you saw it was me you literally freaked out and beated me up in anger. You went full demon lord on me, I won’t go to your house until Y/n is back.” Ravi pouted when Leo asked him his motive after almost 70 years the angel left.

When the first century without you arrived, Leo suddenly noticed something really wrong with him. He looked around and discovered he was in the middle of punishing a slave… When he thought about the reason… It seemed that the slave had brought to his afternoon tea a human cake… The first recipe Y/n had teached to his servants… That triggered an unstoppable rage inside him.

That event made Leo isolate himself. He went through every single memory he had from that period of time since the crazy and innocent angel left. Finally he was able to realise that, as the decades went by, his episodes of blacking out and becoming a complete rage demon were getting more and more common…

When Leo came back from the isolation, it was already 150 years since the angel was gone. The demon had in mind that maybe the female had done something to him that made him lose control without her. Then, he went around the demon territory, trying to hear some news about her. Normally when angels like Y/n went on missions it was about demons getting out of control in other worlds.

But it had no results… Not even Hyuk’s connections could tell him anything about that exact angel. That made Leo even more uneasy… Finally, after 200 years, he decided to use his good relationship with the Seraphim family to reach out for them and ask about her. But who would know that as soon as the family heard about his questions, he would be thrown out of that world directly to the demon plane?

They didn’t even tell him anything about Y/n, just saying something like ‘She’s fine and away from you’ before forcing him back. That event made Leo lose most of his slim trust on angels and he started to use force to get their attention again. Since he couldn’t talk, he would cause trouble until they were willing.

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“Brother!” Yesung and Eunhyuk entered the big room with determined pace and loud voices. Leeteuk sighed and rubbed his forehead. He knew that as soon as they heard about his decision the duo would come after him.

“You can go, Suho. Please, tell brother Shindong what we talked about before he goes.” The oldest gave a hand sign for the youngest, who soon fled from the room, leaving the three Seraphim for themselves. “Now” Leeteuk turned to the younger duo “what do you guys want, not showing the minimum respect? I’m working, for Heavens’ sake!”

“Brother! I’m sorry but how can you send brother Shindong to talk with that demon?!” Yesung got closer to Leeteuk’s table and gave him a light bow before starting to complain.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, whatever. If it wasn’t important, I would be far away from this room but how can you indulge the demands of that demon that was misleading our little sister and making her want to fall?” Eunhyuk wasn’t so polite and straight up banged his hands on Leeteuk’s table.

“How come you two are always fighting but when it comes to Y/n both of you are like super protective human parents? Isn’t she already grounded there with the dream devils to defeat? Why can’t I give some answers to the poor soul?” The more powerful Seraphim didn’t have patience to deal with the temperamental brothers that day.

“What do you mean ‘grounded’? She can leave whenever she wants!”

“Yeah! She can leave, as long as she decides to forget about that silly and irresponsible crush she thinks she has with that creature.” The oldest angel couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes for the other two. They had the mentality of most warrior class angels. They never forgot their hatred for the demon kind nor could understand why their little sister would like a demon lord.

“You two need to calm down.” Leeteuk as an administrator class angel didn’t have so much hate. He didn’t see the problem in an interspecies relationship and he didn’t mind having to travel to see his fallen sister if it was really what she wanted. At least she would still be master of her own destiny, not like those angels that fell in disgrace and dishonor.

“You think falling for a demon would make her happy?” The duo were judgemental.

“No, I think falling for love would. And that’s why I’m sending Shindong there. If the demon truly feels something for her, then we all will stop interfering. But, if it’s just a fling for him, a whim, I’ll destroy any chance for Y/n to continue with that insane idea.” The leader’s voice was firm and serious, making even the unruled Eunhyuk to shut up.

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“M-Master…” The old slave butler called for Leo’s attention with a tiny voice so it wouldn’t startle the demon. Leo only made a hand gesture to allow the slave to talk. “Hm… Se-Seraphim Shindong is here… He said that you wanted to talk to him, sir… Should I let him in?” The poor stupid soul was trembleling. It knew that the angel at their doorstep was Lady Y/n’s brother.

“Guide him here, to my study.” Leo’s order was succinct and final. But it didn’t carry all the emotions the demon was feeling. When the angel entered the room and the butler closed the door, Leo greeted him with sarcasm and a diabolic smile, as a demon should. “So, you finally decided to talk with me, Seraphim?”

“Let’s cut the chase, Leo… We both know that the less time I stay here, the better.” The angel sat at the chair in front of the demon. “I’m here to answer your question about Y/n… But first, before I tell you everything I know, I need you to be just as honest with me.” Shindong was the best at negotiations, that’s why Leeteuk sended him. Leo knew that and was ready to agree with him.

“What do you want? I’ll answer one question only.” Leo wasn’t dumb, he knew the angels wouldn’t ever do anything free. Especially for a demon like lord him.

“Why? It doesn’t matter how I look at it, you hated Y/n coming everyday to annoy you. So, why? Why do you want to know about her?” The golden angelic eyes were glued at Taekwoon. “I thought you would thank my brothers for taking her from your side?”

“...” Leo hesitated to answer right away. After some minutes of thinking, the demon opened his mouth. “I… I think I got used to her presence here… I don’t really, honestly, know the answer to your question, Seraphim… I just know that I need to see her, I need to hear her voice, I need to be annoyed by her… That’s all I know.” His matter of fact tone left Shindong speechless.

“Well… I couldn’t ask for more honesty, I guess…” The angel shook his head after studying the demon’s expression for some silent minutes. “As promised, Y/n is in a dream dimension. She was forced to go there to fight against dream demons who were attacking humans without restraints.”

“Forced, you say?” Leo lifted a brow and Shondong noded.

“Yes, to be far away from you, her stupid brothers decided to lock her up in the dimension, she can only get out if the being that put her there let her leave or if she, as an angel, falls. As for her physical body, it’s resting perfectly safe in her room at our mansion.” The angel shrugged.

“So… when she can get out of there? I’m aware that the dream demons have been well behaved since last century.” That made Shindong let out a hopeless laugh.

“Eunhyuk gave her the condition of forgetting about you to bring her back.”

“So, she’s there until now because…” Leo felt his throat somehow closing. The angel didn’t answer him but became serious instead. Leo watched the Seraphim curve his body closer to his and say in a sober tone.

“Tell me, oh great demon lord Leo, if Y/n ever chooses to fall, would you accept her here? Or would you leave her to her own devices and regrets?” The demon was frozen by that question. He couldn’t even understand the words he let out as a reply.

“I wouldn’t let her regret it.” Both his and the angel’s eyes were big in surprise. None of them were expecting that but at the same time, Shindong was really satisfied with Leo’s words.

“Oh? Good to know that” A female voice came from the door, giving Shindong and Leo goosebumps. “Because I kinda did something…”

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[333vam333]

All I Ask of You | j.tw (VIXX)

FT. a lot of Cha Hakyeon

Title: All I Ask of You

Word Count: 3k+

Rating: NR

Genre: Drama, Romance, Mystery

Warnings: A lil Profanity

Pairings: Phantom!Leo x fem!Reader, Cha Hakyeon x Reader

Summary: You couldn’t take him terrorizing you anymore, but after he overhears your plan to leave him, things begin to escalate in a way you didn’t expect.

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Your footsteps crunched in the snow as you walked quickly towards the railing on the opera's roof. You couldn't take it anymore. Ever since Carlotta left the opera, terrified and destroyed by the coincidence that took place during the last show when she croaked like a toad, you became the new Prima Donna. You were the opera's biggest hit now. All pressure was on you.

The chilly weather surrounding you didn't phase you as you couldn't get the thought out of being part of the upcoming and long awaited show. You didn't mind being in the show, that's not what you feared, but you knew he would be watching as he always was. That thought made your body shiver and your heart stop beating.

"Y/N!" Distant crunching comes closer quickly and you turn to see a familiar face that makes relief fly onto you for an instant. Your childhood sweetheart met your eyes and smiled brightly despite the lack of air he was receiving. He was panting lightly, dawdling sluggishly towards the railing you stood in front of and leaned against it with his elbows on the snow. Your hands were stuffed into your light jacket's pockets and your hood on top of your hair. You came out in a rush without a care in the world about what you wore, but frankly, getting sick would help a lot in a crisis like this. Your smile was small and didn't last long.

“Why’d you come here, Hakyeon?”

"I'm wondering the same for you.." he stood straight then, attempting to dust off the already melted snow off his coat's sleeves. His head tilted once you didn't answer. "You stormed out of the director's office with tears in your eyes."

He saw? You frown. Great, he's probably like him now..

"It was nothing." You turned your head and faced forward at the dead, yet beautiful, scenery in front of you of the city. The tears were beginning to form and you damned your eyes and emotions for being so sensitive now. Here was the love of your life wanting you to pour everything out, and all you were doing was trying to be an independent woman and solve this on your own. But you knew you couldn't. He's too powerful. He didn't need his looks or personality to attract you. All he needed was his voice- the voice you mistook for an angel's.

Hakyeon shook his head. "Don't waste your breath on lies, Y/N. I know something is bothering you. You can tell me you know-" His hand touches your shoulder and instantly you pull away. You knew a single touch would make you burst into a nasty cry.

His sigh was defeating but he kept pushing.

"Lately" he began, his voice soft, comforting, tempting you to slam into his embrace, "I've been noticing how you haven't been acting like yourself necessarily, kinda like you feel bothered by my presence..." There was a ounce of sadness overwhelming his voice that was usually strong when talking to others, but when it came to you, Hakyeon would show emotions without really realizing it. "When I first came here you were happy. You remembered me.." You peer over at Hakyeon and see his head dropped down slightly, a small smirk plastered on his lips. The sight makes regret flood over you.

"It's nothing against you." you mumble, causing him to glance at you. "You'll understand in time. It's just that..I'm..I'm afraid."

He arches closer while examining your face with a concerned look on his. "Of what? The show?"

You drop your head and bite your lip, thinking about what you can tell him. You trust Hakyeon with your whole heart and he's given his to you, even after all these years. The connection between you two picked up right where it stopped when you were just children. It's fate, isn't it? You can tell him anything...right?

Not being able to form the words, Hakyeon embraces you suddenly, whispering "Oh, my precious Little Lotte, you have nothing to fear while I'm here. Nothing can harm you." You look up at him, a childish and relieved smile shown on his beautiful face. Feeling his warm body pressed against you makes you almost forget what was happening and where you were.

"Can you promise me something, Hakyeon?" you ask, smiling up at him in relief and your heart fluttering with butterflies at the sight of his smile.

"Hmm?" his eyes are closed, savoring this moment he didn't think he'd get since you were playing hard to get in the beginning.

"Take me to Canada when my performance is finished."

He pushes you away from him only enough for you both to look at one another. He furrows his eyebrows, "Why do you suggest that?"

You shrug and smile. "After all this time, I've just wanted to be with you. If I go with you I'll never leave your side, I swear."

He giggles like a little school girl, causing you to laugh, and he agrees. "Then, promise me something as well, Little Lotte." You nod as you continue to stare into each other's eyes, taking in this beautiful moment. "Love me, that's all I ask of you."

His words fling into your ears, making a bright smile appear on your face instantly. You needed to hear those words. Getting on your tippie toes, and with your hands on the sides of his face, you gently press your lips against his. Both of your hearts flutter.

"Showtime!"

You head snaps towards the closed door of your dressing room. "I’ll be out in a second!" Quickly facing your vanity's mirror, you apply lipstick trying not to mess up and go on stage looking like a clown as you normally did. You stand and examine your dress before hurrying out to the rest of the performers.

Passing by all the props being pushed around, you approach one of the directors who smile in relief at your sight. "I'm so glad you decided to sing for us, Y/N. We thought the opera would be a disaster if someone else didn't play the main role. Thank you so much, you look stunning!" You smile and thank him for his compliments. In the back of your head you curse him for making it seem like it was only you who could save the opera when you knew a bunch of the backup dancers would kill to get the main role. He pats your shoulder lightly before heading to scold someone for putting a prop in the incorrect place, leaving you alone.

Slowly, you make your way to the center of the stage, staring straight ahead at the blood red curtain before you. Your hands shook just imagining the crowd, and the single person you knew would be watching. From above? From directly in front of you? From the side? Oh, it didn't matter. He was always there.

"Y/N." You look at your coworker who was in the duet song that was going to be played second. He was dressed as a Nobleman and is mustache just added to the look. "You ready?"

You shook your head, but once you added your smile, it seemed like you meant it. "For whatever's to come, of course."

It wasn't long before everyone got into their places, either on the stage or on the side behind the wall. And your heart was beating. The spotlight wasn't on you yet but you could feel yourself sweating. You shook off the nerves and grabbed the prop from the table you sat on. And the curtain rose all too fast. You froze.

In front of you was pure darkness except for the exit signs that stood out. Oh..oh..what did I get myself into?..

Your eyes flew from seat to seat as you tried your best to see who sat in the seat. You eventually gave up once you remembered that he wore a black cloak. He was the shadow, so it was no use.

The Nobleman and his single Knight were singing as you shined the apple on your skirt. Your bug eyes kept flinging everywhere, but once you gleamed up at Hakyeon sitting in one of the boxes to the left of you, smiling and silently clapping despite you barely doing anything, the cautious feeling calmed down and you acted more natural.

Soon the duet came, and as soon as the Knight disappeared from the stage, you heard a voice fill the whole opera house. It was familiar but not the Nobleman's. Emerging from the curtain of the small prop meaning to be a house, you come face to face with a man draped in a full body cloak. Chills run down your whole body as it arches closer to you and continues to sing. Oh, his voice is sweet, dominating, hypnotic - it was Leo’s.

Your mouth dropped open and you ran to get off stage. One of your directors holds a hand up, before you take another step closer, and shakes his head violently. He shoos you back on. All went silent and you slowly looked back at the man who you knew would be here. The one who makes your body go weak.

Your eyes automatically search for Hakyeon. As your eyes meet, he mouths "You're safe" and it makes your eyes tear up.

The first note is quivered but you swallow back the tears and make your way to HIM as instructed in rehearsals. The shows go on. Your voices harmonize and go together like puzzle pieces. The lyrics of the song...you can feel the way he sings it with an emotion you didn't know he would possess in a dead, soulless, creature like him.

Soon, the end of the song came, and you hadn't realized that you got off the rehearsed actions. You stood in front of him now, listening to him sing words that weren't part of the song. Without thinking you gently push down the hood of the cloak. Gasps fill the house but he continues to sing. You're met with a white mask, narrow eyes, and his exposed face that was left unblemished. As you stare into his narrow eyes that looked down at you with tears forming and a moony gaze, his voice begins to get louder.

"Y/N, that's all I ask of-" your hands fling to the white mask he wore on half of his face and the screams came, including his own. The opera house goes dark.

He was ugly. You couldn't hide your face that retorted in disgust.

"You did this, Y/N!" his voice boomed throughout the corridors, echoing. You hoped someone would hear him. "You betrayed me! I gave you my music and this is how you repay me!? Your Angel Of Music?!” Everything was happening all too fast for you to react properly. You didn't scream or pull away from his death grip on your wrist, you almost thought that if you moved further from him then your wrist would snap.

Once you made it to the lake, he threw you on the small boat when you first refused to do so. Slamming into the boat caused you to hit a small bench on your head. He jumped in after, untied the boat from the dock, and began rowing quickly as if it were his way of releasing anger.

He began to ramble, shouting as he did so. You couldn't get your eyes away from his face.

It seemed so surreal. He was a dead man walking. There was an unusually big gnash on the side of his head nearly exposing his brain, a few strands of raven black hair on his head, a single nostril was sunken in only looking like a small black hole, his eyebrows and eyelashes were nonexistent, the side of his lip was swollen, and even his cheek was sunken in. The multiple deformities on his face were unearthly, and it was odd that they only occurred on one side of his face. You almost felt bad for him. But he killed people. Even if he were attractive you still would've feared him.

You can see the fire gleam in his narrow eyes as he notices that your eyes haven't left him. He throws the paddle down on the boat near your feet and takes off the cloak, tossing it on the water.

"Stare all you want! This is your future husband" the smile on his face is menacing, making you curl up closer to the other side of the boat that was across from him "might as well get used to the sight of his vile creature, baby!" His voice caused you to wince. He leaned closer to you, sitting on the only bench on the small boat, his hand meeting the paddle. You couldn't lean back any further since you'd fall off the boat. He stood up and you managed to catch sight of the frown now placed on his face.

Once you got to the space where he lived just near the water, you attempted to jump in, but as he caught you and threw you back onto the concrete floor you nearly shit yourself since you knew there was no hope left. You knew your only chance of living would be to submit to him.

It was just you and him and his small shrine dedicated to you.

"You were going to leave me!" his booming voice caused you flinch as you stayed on the cold floor. He knew?.. You didn't move any further until he came up to you and crouched down at your level. You picked up your head slightly to meet his dead eyes but in a quick movement his hand flies to your throat. Your head was held back and you squinted your eyes tightly as his grip around your neck slowly tightened as well. You couldn't move. Fear swarmed over you and your mind went blank.

"Did you think I wouldn't hear you on the roof with your lover?" he growled through gritted teeth. His face was close to yours now and his eyes looked upon your helpless face. "Did you think I wouldn't have followed you up to the roof to comfort you myself? Wow, how foolish do you think I am?"

Your heart began to pound as you could no longer breathe comfortably. You attempted to gasp for air and your hand even went up to his, but he only looked at you and slowly released. He threw you back and your head hit the concrete.

"I love you, Y/N, and I assumed you felt the same.." suddenly his voice was softer but you didn't pay any attention. You were too busy inhaling the air and rubbing the back of your head. "b-but..you lied to me.."

Sitting up steadily, you eyed the man who sat with his head in his hands just a few inches away from you. You backed up from him but he suddenly lifted his head. Leo's red, moistened eyes caught your attention and caused you to come to a halt.

"You played with my feelings, Y/N..why do I still want you?.."

You don’t know what to say.

"I-“ his hand flew up ordering you to be silent. Leo faced you and his smile sent chills down your body once more. "We have a guest."

"Y/N!" Your head snapped towards the enterance of the area Leo lived in. Seeing Hakyeon running through the water caused you to do the same. You ran into his arms and smiled, tears already spilling over once you touched him.

You knew he’d come to save you.

"We need to leave! Before it's too late, Hakyeon!" You tugged on his sleeve in the direction of the enterance. You caught sight of the pistol in his hand and your heart sunk. "Hakyeon!"

He pulled his arm away from you, "I have to kill this man! He's been terrorizing you and everyone!"

You shook your head and worry and eagerness became to consume you. "NO! Hakyeon, please! Let's leave I don't want him to hurt you!"

"He won't.." Hakyeon's tentative eyes gazed around before meeting yours. He places his free hand on your cheek. "I'm going to make sure he never haunts your days again, Little Lotte."

Hakyeon's words always find a way to make you feel the right way, but a shadow emerges from behind him and wrapped something around Hakyeon's neck. You scream as you watch Leo drags Hakyeon like he were a rag doll despite Hakyeon trying his best to break free from the man's strength. You chased after them and tried prying him from Leo but it was no use since Leo pushed you with force that made you hit the floor harder then you thought a human could be capable of. Leo brought your sweetheart to a pipe that hung a few inches off the ground and tied the end of the rope to it, while Hakyeon's neck was stuck in the noose.

"Leo! Please, don't! He didn't do anything-"

"HE TOOK YOU FROM ME AND YOU.." he stopped, his expression softening and his head dropping, "you let him take you.."

Leo shook his head and faced forward at you, who looked at him in desperation.

"So what'll it be, Little Lotte?" he mocks Hakyeon, smiling like a fool. "Either this man gets freed or you send him to his death?"

Your eyes dropped along with your eyebrows and your breathing quickens. "Don't be like this, Leo! Don't be unfair-"

"And you aren't unfair to me?"

You remain silent. "So? Either me or you send this fool," his hand gripped the end of the rope and pulled down a little which caused Hakyeon to gasp and almost stand on his tippie toes, "straight to his death?"

You back up, your chest popping up and down. Tears are forming once more in your eyes. "I..I.." Something catches your attention in the corner of your eye. Swimming in the water, nearing the concrete where you're standing, comes the pistol that fell from Hakyeon's hand when Leo put the noose over his neck.

Your eyes meet Leo's again.

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[vixx-sonder]

6 Types of Love - VIXX x Reader

Summary: It hasn’t been easy being loved and loving someone. You have to go through different type of lovers to finally find the one.

Genre(s): Angst; Fluff

Warning(s): implied sex 

one.

He was something out of a romantic novel, maybe something I have read over the summer break. We had a couple classes together here and there in middle school, but nothing that could have us crossing path. Not even in high school, he was involved in the drama department while I was more involved with the science side of the school. We belonged to different circles until our second-year of high school.

“Hi, my name is Hongbin. What’s your name?”

“Uh-UM, it’s (Y/N)”

“(Y/N).” He smiled. “Weren’t we in the same Chemistry class last year?”

“Oh? Yes, we were! Last period with Dr. Ketchum right?”

He took out his hand for me to shake and with a bunny smile that seems to melt down my wall. There was a certain light to him that enticed people. I was one of them growing up when I saw him in middle school. I knew I was in trouble when I gave him my hand. My heart was already attached to it.

“I hope we can get to know each more from now on.”

“I would like that too.”

He was my first crush. My first love. The little things he did like staying on the phone all night with me after watching a horror movie, holding my umbrella for me when it rains, or helping me cram for my math test I forgot to study for, I would fall over and over. We were in the clouds and nothing could pull us down, but good things never do last in the real world. Once we graduated high school, we decided to part as friends. He went overseas to study and I moved to another state for college.

two. 

I met Wonshik on my first day on my university campus. He had such beautiful vibrant purple hair that was hard not to miss. He wore such an atrocious shirt that made me do a double take trying to make out the patterns on it. We locked eyes and he smiled shyly at me before looking away. I couldn’t look away. He was so different, so captivating to look away from. I grew to love him more and more each day once he opened his world to me.

–

Another fight. More yelling and angry tears. All we seem to do is fight lately. How many fights did we get into this week?

“(Y/N), stop! I can’t do this anymore!”

“Do what? This relationship? I’m trying to save this relationship. I’m trying to save US!”

“I don’t understand why you are so upset. I told you this is important to me. You knew that.”

“I’m upset because you told me after you signed the contract. You didn’t bother consulting with me. We are a team, Wonshik”

“(Y/N), I had a time limit. You know my music is very important to me. This was something I could miss.”

“But…Wonshik. You’re leaving me.”

“I’m sorry.”

–

I took him to the airport the next day. We both were trying to hold in our tears, but we knew that this was the end of our time together.

“(Y/N), I’ll miss you.”

“Me too.”

three.

“(Y/N)! A vanilla latte with almond milk just for you.”

I looked up from my notes for my Management Communication class and smiled at my lifesaver. “Hakyeon, thank you! What will I do without you?”

He laughed and took the seat across from me. Hakyeon, my upperclassman and a dance major known for his amazing performances; he became a friend I could rely on to be my strength during the tough college times. We met at a frat party my second year after my roommate forced me to go. She did not like the fact I locked myself in my dorm, crying rivers due to my messy break-up the year before. What a caring friend only to leave me the moment we got to the party. She left me to meet up with some guy she met at another frat party before. I was left standing in a corner of the room, drinking questionable jungle juice and trying to figure out how to leave the party without making eye contact with anyone.

“You look like you don’t want to be here.”

“Hah! I really don’t want to be.” I grumbled into my drink and looked to my left where the voice was coming from and let out a gasp. “N!?”

He laughed shyly and rubbed his neck. “I really don’t get why everyone calls me that, but I’m thrilled you know who I am. You can just call me Hakyeon.”

After the initial shock of meeting the legendary “N” of campus, we talked all night and became inseparable ever since.

–

“Hey, (Y/N). I was wondering if you would like to go get coffee with me sometime.”

“Hakyeon, we are having coffee right now.”

“No, no, I mean…go out with me…to get coffee…”

I stared at him for a good minute, but it felt longer than that. I thought of my puppy love with Hongbin and how we had to move on to better things. I thought of my second love who picked his music over me. It still stung to think about him even after two years have passed.  

“Oh. Hakyeon…I’m sorry.”

I could tell he was hurt but he still gave me a smile and told me he will see me later.  After that incident in the campus cafe, we drifted apart. He graduated and I was left with a bitter thought in my mind; what if I had said yes to the coffee.

four.

“When are you and Taekwoon going to get married?”

“Mom! He has to propose first for us to get married.”

“Well, when is he?”

I paused and thought about it. We have been together for 3 years now. I met him at a local coffee shop near my work. He was the only barista that seems to know how to make my latte just the way I like it. It took a year before we decided to take a step into getting to know each other. After a few awkward minutes at the beginning of the date, we clicked right away. We moved in together after a year and a half and was pretty much never seen without one another. We were the couple that our friends and family expected to be together until the end.

Something seems to be missing though.

–

“Taekwoon. We’re stuck, aren’t we?” I looked at him with tears starting to form. I was becoming too frustrated with our relationship. There wasn’t anything wrong with it. It just seems like we both did not know what to do to move forward. He looked at me for a long time before he looked away and off into the distance, collecting his thoughts before finally speaking.

“Would it help if we got married like how everyone wants us to be?”

“Be honest with me, do you want to marry me?”

“…No, (Y/N).”

“Me neither, Taekwoon.”  

five.

My next relationship wasn’t really one, to begin with. He was a couple years younger than me. I have met him at the local bar drinking my heartache away near my new apartment after Taekwoon and I decided to end things. While explaining to my friends and family that he was the right guy but God was not allowing us to work out, I decided that relationships were not for me. Hyuk was refreshing and daring. He looked at me like I was the prize he has been waiting to win the moment we locked eyes. We used each other to fill the void in our lives.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Hyuk was caressing my shoulder after indulging in one another and looked at me with the affection I had once seen before from an upperclassman once upon a time ago. “I was wondering if you would like to come with me to this event my friend is having.”

“Maybe later, Hyuk.” I pulled away from him and started looking for my clothes from the bedroom floor. He got up and looked at me with a pointed expression.

“You always say later, but you never seem to want to do anything outside the bedroom.”

“I…I have a lot of projects to do at work recently.”

He put his face into his hands before looking back up at me. “You don’t even know when the event is.”

I sighed and considered telling him the truth. Telling him I’m too damaged to start something. Telling him that this is the best he was going to get from me. I looked at him and hesitated. “Hyuk, we can talk about this later.”  

“Just go, (Y/N).”

I couldn’t leave any faster after he utters those words. I didn’t see him anymore.

six.

Lee freaking Jaehwan was someone I did not expect to fall into my life. He was explosive and bewitching to anyone who comes across him. I met him at my new job after being promoted and relocated.  He and I did not seem to have anything align. He prefers social gatherings so he can network to his full content; I prefer quiet evenings with meaningful conversations. I tend to stay clear of him to save myself the headache of having to deal with such an extroverted being. My indifference seems to not go unnoticed by him though. He tried every way he can to get me to interact with him more during and outside of work.

“(Y/N)! My favorite person here! Come drink with everyone after work.”

“No thanks, I already have plans.”

“Oh, what plans? Maybe I can tag along with you!”

“Uh, I have to visit my mother.”

“Perfect! Moms love me.”

“Uh, maybe another time.”

“Okay, I will hold you to that! Bye, (Y/N)!”

“…”

–

“Good morning, (Y/N), I need help compiling a memo for our marketing meeting next week.”

“Oh, I think Dave is in charge of that meeting. Why don’t you ask him?”

“No, I want to ask you.”

“Uh…but Jaehwan?”

He did it multiple times, trying to get me to spend time with him when I kept making excuses each time. It did not deter him the slightest.

I had to pull him aside after the 12th attempt or was it the 19th attempt. “Jaehwan! Stop! I’m not looking for anything so please stop wasting your time on me.”

“Why?”

“Why am I asking you to stop?”

“No, why are you not looking for anything?”

I paused and looked away. “I’m just not.”

He smiled with a slight smirk like he knew a secret to me I did not know. “Well, I am and I know it’s you. I’ve been looking for you.”

I held my breath and looked at him with widened eyes. I snort and rolled my eyes. The audacity of this man. “Wow, do you say this to every woman you see?”

“No, just you.” He winked and made a heart with his hands for me as he walked backward, away from my bemused expression.

–

“(Y/N), do you want to go to the movies with me?”

“…”

“It’s the new Avengers movie.”

“…”

–

“(Y/N), do you want to grab dinner later?”

–

“(Y/N), do you-”

“Yes, I would love to.”

I looked at him and saw a glimpse of each lover I had in my life. No, it was Jaehwan who I have seen in every one of them, but it took me till now to realize. I had to have an explosive but brilliant man to knock down my walls and showed me why each of these loves had to fail to get me to be where I am. I knew this time that this person, that Lee freaking Jaehwan was what I have been waiting for my whole life.

end.

Author Notes:

My first attempt at writing! Pardon the mistakes if you see them. Enjoy. 

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[thatkookielife]

By Chance Vixx Leo X Reader

Everything was finally going how you wanted it to after being sheltered from everything your whole life. You finally took a road trip to another state without your parents, went to your very first concert, and you were finally able to be yourself without fear of being judged by everyone around you. Before you even left for that first trip you had already had the next one planned...KCON, not only was this your first time going to know, it just so happened that VIXX was going to be there and the ticket you got had all access to artist hi-touch and backstage meet and greet. Everything was perfect until your best friend (which was supposed to be driving by the way) called you two nights before you were set the leave. VIXX superhero plays as your ringtone*

“Yes?” you answered in the same sing-songy tone you always do

“Hey girl, so we might have a slight problem,” Charlie said on the other end of the line in a nervous yet playful tone.

“Oh really now? And what would that slight problem be?” frustrated and stressed since there always seem to be a short notice problem when you and Charlie travel.

“Well….” Charlie says with that “I don’t really want to tell you because you're scary when you're mad” tone

“You know I hate when you beat around the bush, we leave for this trip in two days! Now is not the time to have problems with anything.” You reply fed up with the fact that you had to deal with this the last trip you two planned together.

“ I know, but you are my donsaeng. It’s my job as your unnie to tease you.” She says always throwing in the fact that you are the maknae.

“Unnie! I hate when you do that! You whine as if she can hear you pout your bottom lip out and fold your arms across your chest over the phone.

“Hahaha. Ok back to the serious business now that I’ve teased you for the day.” Charlie snickers

“Right, right. Am I going to have to hit you after you tell me this?.....again”

“Probably.”

“K, wait, you should tell me in person so I don't have to wait to hit you.”

“ You sure? I mean I don't want you to murder me.” her fear of the evil maknae seeping through her words

“I’m definitely sure. If you are afraid of my having to murder you, then you need to tell me in person since that usually means it’s really REALLY bad.

“And you would be correct in assuming that…. Be at my place in 15 mins.”

“On my way.”

Fifteen minutes pass and you’ve arrived at Charlie’s house but she is nowhere to be found so you text her a “Where’s Waldo”. Almost immediately after you hit send your phone starts ringing.

‘Where are you? You told me 15 minutes. Am I really that scary or is this problem really that bad?”

“Well, a little bit of both, to be honest, haha and yes the problem is really bad but it's not unfixable.”

“Well, then get your pretty, little butt over here so we can figure it out.” At this point, you would rather just find out what the problem is so you can fix it and be excited for this trip again.

“Behind you…..” Charlie whispers in an attempt to scare you since you scare so freakin’ easy.

“Jesus Christ Charlie!” You yell out as you noticeably jump. “Why do you scare me every single time I come over!?” you yell as you playfully push Charlie

“Because no matter what you always react the same every time, and it’s hilarious every time!” She laughs as she leads you into the house.

“Ok before we start talking, Drink?” she asks as you plop down on the couch.

“BANANA MILK!” you say with excitement because you know she always has it when you come over.

“How did I Know that was coming?” she mutters to herself as she grabs the drink from the refrigerator.

“Because you know me too well?” sarcasm lacing your words as she hands you the oddly shaped bottle of milk as she sits on the couch directly across from you.

‘Ok, no more stalling, what is this problem we have?” you ask in the most serious tone you can muster without being the scary maknae.

“It’s about our housing for the convention,” Charlie says as she looks away from you and sips on her drink to avoid your eyes.

“Of course it is.” you mumble under your breath to keep her from hearing you. “And what about the housing? I thought you had all of that taken care of when we bought our tickets…….a month ago.” clearly upset, you replied calmly.

“Well I did but the person we were supposed to stay with just told me that she actually won't be in town that weekend….” She looks back at you, expecting you to slap her arm, she shrivels

“And what are you going to do to fix this situation? We leave in two days!” Finally reaching the edge of your frustration with her, you raise your voice at her.

“There is no need to yell my dongseang!” She yells back at you and continues. “I have another friend I can ask and if she says we can't stay with her, I found us a hotel like across the street from the convention center.” she calmly finishes

“Text her right now.” you demand with an immeasurable rage building inside, yet you look as calm as a forest at night.

Charlie types on her phone lightning fast, knowing you are beyond mad. Silence ensues as you patiently await a reply. Seconds seem like minutes and minutes seem like hours when in all honesty you girls were probably waiting all of five minutes. Charlie's phone that lay on the coffee table lit up brightly with a notification on the screen.

“What did she say?” you ask still bitter at the whole situation.

“She said that she has family in town so she has no room…..but I have a plan B!” Forcing a smile, She nudges your arm trying to break you of your scary serious face.

“I’m not paying for a hotel Charlie!” you burst once again.

“I figured you wouldn't want to. But you don't have to worry about that I have the whole thing covered.” Charlie says as she scrolls through her phone to find a picture of the hotel she’s picked for you two.

“Ah, here it is.” She says showing you a picture of one of the most, if not the most expensive hotel in the area.

“And how exactly do you plan on paying for that?” You ask thinking she is playing a joke on you since you are in fact the maknae.

“I'm not, I have a friend that works at that hotel and they just happen to have a two-bed suite on the same floor as a certain group.” she says with an evil smirk on her face knowing how you will react.

“We aren't that kind of fan though…..which group is it?” curiosity overtakes you, wondering if it's the group you are thinking.

“VIXX…’ She says as she scoots closer to you on the couch, holding both of your hands awaiting your response….

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[thebiasrekkers]

Once Upon a Dream

Pairing: VIXX Leo x Female Reader

Type:  One Shot

Genre: Dream!AU, Fantasy

WC: 3K

Warning:  None.

Summary:  There are people that are deep dreamers. The kind that have the ability to spin their nightmares into something else. So what happens when the Dreamer is apart of someone else's dream?

A/N: This is one of those dream within a dream scenarios. You know? The one where you have a dream - wake up, only to realize your ass is still dreaming? Yeah. I maybe had Shangri-La on repeat one day while I slept. 

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She always dreamed in bright and vivid colors. Like a rainbow whirled in colors of deep space pulsating nebula. It was always like this, recently, that she could pick out each color blend. Every night as music drifted into her ears, and the calm settled over her mind - this dazzling display always seemed to be waiting.

One night something changed.

She didn't know the why or how of it - but something was different. The landscape of the dream had morphed into something...more. She could always see a tall figure looming ahead. A silhouette made more prominent by the shifting colors of the dreamscape.

She would always see him turn his head, ever so slightly, over his shoulder. It gave her pause after many nights of approaching this figure. Some nights she'd get closer, some nights it seemed as if she was walking in place. The distance between them grew - but she never gave up.

It never crossed her mind as anything but an overactive brain trying to settle after a hard day.

The next night came around and the day had been particularly difficult. Her emotions had swung from each end of the spectrum of good and bad. The stresses of family difficulties weighed heavily that night. She grabbed her earbuds with a heavy sigh. The music streaming app had paused on the last song she hadn't finished before waking for the day.

Music had always been an escape, a way to sway the torrent of emotions that she fought against daily. Music, next to writing, was a saving grace against the mental goblins of depression: a playlist created for each emotion, for the sadness, for the malaise, and the yearning of a lonely heart.

"For once, I just...want to sleep. No dreams." Her fingers curled around her phone as if negotiating with it. Like it held power to determine where her mind would take her tonight. Her fingers sunk into her blanket as she pulled it over her head. The music filtered into her ears as her breathing eased into a soft lull.

She could always remember when deep sleep started. It always started to blur the sound of the music, like she was traveling farther away from the melody. Like the connection between the waking world was playing through a layer of fabric.

Then she opened her eyes. "No." A hushed whisper as she stared up into the 'sky.' The whirling colors of the universe danced in front of her. An arm rose to cover her gaze, hiding from the intense display.

"What took you so long?" A surly voice echoed around her. For all that attitude, he spoke softly. Pushing to sit up, eyes wide, she looked around to find the source.

"You've got to be kidding me." Her gaze lifted upward. Of all the things, the places she could have had dancing through her dreams. Why...

Why HIM?

Draped in silk reflecting the colors above them, he was perched on a rock - staring down at her. "You really should stand up." A brow rose as she continued to stare up at him. The realization caused her to scramble to her feet.

She stared at him for a long moment before closing her eyes. "It's just a dream." An exhale as her hands pushed out in front of her. As if she could move the scowling vision from her sight. There was a swish of sound that tickled her ears before a strong grip caught her wrist.

"Don't do that." The tug was strong enough to throw her off balance. She stumbled forward into him and suddenly began to doubt her sanity. It was a dream.

It WAS a dream.

But, he felt too solid for her liking. "You're not real. I'm exhausted. I'm tired. This is a dream." He pulled her against him, staring down into her wide eyes.

"Is it?" He was so close to her. He was so very close. He was way too close! She wasn't a short woman by any means. He had enough inches on her to make that tilt of his head just enough to put them almost nose to nose.

"Is it a dream?" His breath felt hot against her face, against her cheek. So close to the corner of her lips.

"IT IS A DREAM!?" Her heart was beating furiously. She could feel a lump form in her throat. These physical reactions seemed too much. They were, in fact, too much.

Enough that she pulled away from him and the world seemed to open under her feet. She gasped as she fell into the darkness. The last thing she saw was the sudden darkening of his gaze and a look of silent rage as the muscle ticked in his jaw.

She woke up gasping, sweating, and clutching her blanket to her chest.

It was only 4 a.m.  

"Damnit." She hissed finally releasing the tension from her fingers. There was a thump as she slapped the edge of the bed, forcing herself upward. She shook her fingers as she padded toward the kitchen, followed by a trio of worried doggies.

The faucet rumbled as water filled her glass. It was raised to her lips before her gaze settled on the tilted heads of her pets.

"It's fine, guys. I promise." The glass was drained of its contents in almost two swallows. She set the glass in the sink with a sigh. Was it really fine? Another glance to the tilted heads caused her to shake her own.

If animals could speak? She was sure they would tell her - they didn't believe her.

Hell, she didn't believe herself.

She stared at her bed for a few minutes, as if contemplating whether it was worth it to try and sleep any more. "I think I'll just..catch up on some writing." Yeah, that was safe.

This continued for the next few days. She always woke up in that 'realm' greeted by colors and HE was always nearby. No longer a distance silhouette, no longer a mystery. Always waiting, scowling and surly, for her to arrive.

Always getting closer and closer to her. Always seething when she forced herself awake.

Today was no different. The day progressed faster than she realized. Before she knew it? Her phone screen blinked at 7 pm. Her hands stretched upward as her eyelids began to droop. These extended hours weren't new to her, but it had been a while since it had been consecutive in this fashion.

"Ugh. What's the point of eating now?" The heel of her palms dug into her eye sockets as she tried to blink the sleep away. It wasn't working. A nap would solve all of this. Just a short nap, to knock the haze off.

She didn't remember getting in the bed or bothering with the blanket. She didn't even remember if she put on the playlist. She just remembered the cool softness of a pillow - and then nothing.

She had achieved the nothingness she wanted, finally.

Or so she thought.

The vivid intensity of color was gone. There were lights like stars dotting the blackness beyond. She moved her from one end of the display to the other. And there he was, again.

She blinked, and he was suddenly closer.

"You're a strong  dreamer." His long fingers curled against her cheek. She could feel the metal of his rings against her skin. "...but that won't work tonight. You know that, right?" There was still that slight surly, scowl in his tone. Normally expressionless, you'd almost think that he..smiled? Smirked? There was a twitch in his lip that gave away to some emotion. His fingers unfurled as they tucked under her chin. He was right; tonight would be different. There's a difference between dreaming in a controlled state - and dreaming in an exhausted state. And she was in a state of utter exhaustion. Her body was running on fumes and had every intention of resetting its energy levels.

Which meant she would sleep like a log until someone or something woke her. How did he know? How did he know that?! Infuriating! He was absolutely infuriating.

He loomed over her, their faces close. She could feel the fingers sliding down the side of her neck. The fingers were cool as they put a possessive pressure against her throat. She made an unexpected sound, covering her mouth in embarrassment. A smile spread across his face as he pulled the hand away, pinning it above her head. "Who am I?" His voice was low, moderately as if he was mustering every ounce of menace in his very being.

"You're a dream."

There was that possessive pressure that sent shivers from head to toe. That sound escaped her again; he looked pleased. "Who am I?" His face was too close again. He straddled her knees pinning her to the floor.

"This is impossible." She spoke between clenched teeth.

"And yet here we are. Say my name." He urged again pushing her free hand into the ground harder.

It was stress. That's all this was. This was some music-induced stress dream. And maybe, if she just went along? It would end. Sometimes you have to go with the flow. She was constantly in the business of controlling the flow.

Fine. She'd let this go wherever it was heading. This fighting, this strange battle was becoming too deep nightly. It was causing fitful sleep. So, she willed herself to relax. She became soft and yielded beneath him. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. "Say my name." There was a huskiness to his voice.

She took a deep breath, exhaled softly as she closed her eyes. And she said it. She said the name that linked him to the waking world. She said the name she had screamed at the computer during live broadcasts. She said the name she yelled in her car as her favorite songs came on. It was strange to feel the flutter of her lashes against her cheek as her eyes opened. He looked satisfied, hungry almost. He was too close.

His lips brushed against hers. Her eyes flew opened wide on a gasp - and he took advantage. He tilted her chin upward locking his lips to her own. It felt too real! The slide of their lips together, the teasing tip of a tongue daring entry. He went from straddling her legs to covering her body with his own. He still held the one arm captive above her head. She had forgotten all about it. Beads of sweat formed, her heart began to run a derby in her ears. It was too hot; she couldn't breathe. The weight of him was too real. And when the panic was growing? He finally let up allowing her to breathe uninterrupted.

"I've been waiting for you." He said. Her brow furrowed in confusion. This is a dream. His fingers slid through her hair as he searched the planes of her face. It was too hot. He frowned, recognizing external stimuli was starting to interfere. Pushing to stand he pulled her up with him. That weird blurring of the world caused a strange static in her ears.

Wait, no. I don't want to wake up yet! He was saying something. His hand was on her tight, for dear life. As if he could somehow hold her there. He was talking as she shook her head. She was waking up; a panicked look up at him as his lips moved.

"I..I can't  understand what you're saying!" Her voice rose in pitch as the world fell away. She could have sworn she heard a faint echo — something reverberating in the walls of her mind as she fell into the dreamless state. Maybe it was her imagination. Because the last thing she heard?

Soon.

The dreams became more infrequent, more irregular as time passed on. Then they stopped altogether. She found herself sad, oddly, that nothing greeted her but that vivid nebula of colors. It was time to settle into the normality of things. Because she was sure it was just stress, right?

A friend called, out of the blue, with strange, yet fortuitous news. "So, I know you've been in a slump. I'm going to KCON and I think you should come with me. It would do you some good to get out of the state." Her friend sounded chipper, hopeful.

There was every excuse, and story of why she couldn't go - why she shouldn't go. And finally, a good fat excuse dinged in her brain. Like the sound of a microwave done zapping a meal. "You're right. Let's go." Wait, what? She shocked herself! And before she could change her mind? Her friend squealed with joy, rushed that she would figure everything out and hung up. Shit.

Barely a week had passed and she was on a plane, headed to L.A. Her friend rambled about all the things they would do. All the food they would eat. All the hi-touch, autograph and photo opportunities. It went into one ear and out of the other. She promised to not ruin this good time for her friend. They landed in California, it was bright and sunny. It was warm and loud. It was different from home and it invigorated her, just a little. They checked in, had dinner, and passed out. Tomorrow would be a long, packed day. She dreamed that night, but couldn't remember anything but fragments. Vivid colors. The sound of water. That distant silhouette.

Soon

She didn't dwell too long on it as they rushed to dress comfortably and leave. There were so many people! It was a sensory overload of scents and sounds. Her friend was rambling on about..something or the other. A word, a name caught her attention causing her to stop. Her friend turned to look at her, concerned. "What?"

"You - I'm sorry, where did you say we were going first?" Her friend laughed. "I thought I'd surprise you! You like that one group, right? VIXX?" The friend reached back and grabbed her arm to tug her along. "We're going to the fan event! Come on or we'll be in the back!"

It felt like the world went in double-time. They maneuvered through the throng of people to get, decent spots, in line for the fan event. Sure, she'd missed them when they were on the East Coast. But, this too advantageous.

Then it happened - the lights dimmed. The host came on the stage to mild applause. Everything seemed muffled like she was trying to listen with water in her ears. She could feel her nails digging into her palms. Using it as an anchor to keep her grounded, she watched as the group flood onto the stage. The applause, screams, and tears of fans rumbled the walls. They introduced themselves in typical fashion. Each stating their name and position, adding a smile, a wink or some type of aegyo at the end.

"They're doing a concert tonight!" Her friend nudged her excitedly. "We've got great seats for it!" She could only nod as they began their Q&A. The crowd yelled answers to questions. Laughed at jokes and silly antics, and then with the last chunk of time left? There was an opportunity to high-touch. Her friend dragged her to line squeezing in just at the cut-off. She turned to face her friend who gave her two thumbs up as she approached the stairs. I'm definitely going to kill her later.

The rough sound was louder than she realized, the girl in front of her turned with a questioning look. A small cough left her as she went up the stairs. She was the last one. Pictures really didn't do them any justice. They were really like mystical creatures.

The Leader smiled in that way that causes everybody to scream - it was intense.

The Rapper was charming, in a boyish way! It was a stark comparison to his bad boy rap persona in videos.

The Cute Main Vocal reminded her of a cherub. The slightly pudgy-faced, rosy-cheek messenger angels.

The Visual was stunning - what more could you say? The nickname Artwork fit him perfectly. You felt a sudden warmth at the width of his smile. He rightfully earned his title as bias wrecker supreme.

The Evil Maknae had grown so well! He was reaching the point where his height was starting to crest over the other members. She couldn't help but laugh as they high-five. This was good! This wasn't too bad, at all. She managed to get in words of thanks for their hard work in with each high-five.

There was a lopsided smile on her face as she continued on to the last member - her bias. She felt the smile begin to waver a tad but held up as she raised her hand to complete the line. A calming inhale as her eyes lifted to meet his. Her hand connected with his, "Thank you for your hard work. Good luck tonight."

His fingers interlocked with hers with that intense stare. "You."  

She knew that stare from her dreams. Her nostrils flared as the grip on her hand increased. "Impossible!" She was frozen in place.

He leaned down those few inches. The others members turned to look confused, shocked and stunned at Leo’s behavior. The sound of murmurs, gasps, and squeals flooded the room. There was that look on his face. He was pleased with her response. Their noses brushed as she stumbled into him again. "I told you I would see you soon." His lips brushed against hers again. The same strange heat and intensity. In front of everyone! In front of these cell phones and staff!

He broke their contact, releasing her hand causing her to stumble. Her arms pinwheeled as she fell backward. The world opened up beneath her as he watched her fall. He smirked as the world began to fizzle. "You're not the only strong dreamer."

Her eyes went wide as she fell into darkness...

....and woke up in her bed.

Gasping.

Sweating.

...and clutching her blanket to her chest.

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[kpopmalereader]

please, just a kiss ; jung taekwoon

• summary: you’re shorter than leo and every time you try to kiss him, he teases you and doesn’t let you • pairing: jung taekwoon x male!reader • word count: 1049 • to do

Due to Leo’s obnoxiously tall height, normally, whenever you want a kiss from him, you simply step closer to him and lean your head up. It’s worked so far.

But more recently he’s started ignoring your attempts to “covertly” ask for a kiss instead of audibly asking for one or embarrassing yourself by rocking up on your tip-toes. Even when you ask for one now instead of dipping down to kiss you he puckers his lips and waits for you to try to kiss him until you get tired of it and walk away, rolling your eyes the entire time.

However, since he’s started teasing you this way, when he notices you getting upset or if you seem to really need a kiss, he gives up and swoops down, kissing you enough times to make up for going without easy kisses.

You stand in front of one of your windows, half-glaring at your backyard. Leo walks into the kitchen and begins making a cup of coffee.

He joins you at the window, setting his chin on top of your head. “What are you looking at?”

“Do you think it’ll snow?” You ask.

“Maybe,” He pulls you closer to his chest. “But I don’t think you staring out our window is going to change anything.”

You turn around in his arms, pout evident on your face. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a white Christmas. I want to wake up on Christmas day to feet of snow so we can stay inside the whole day and cuddle up with hot chocolate.”

“We can do that without snow.”

You slouch your shoulders. “That’s not as fun though. Or as aesthetically pleasing.”

He pulls away from you to finish his coffee, shaking his head at your dramatic nature. “Christmas is over a month away. That’s enough time for it to get colder without you trying to make clouds appear with your mind.”

You finally move away from the window. “Can you make me a cup of hot chocolate?”

He hums and grabs a hot chocolate packet, already grabbing a bag of marshmallows.

You sigh as you jump on the counter. “Do you like Christmas? Like the decorating and the movies and putting a fake fireplace on a computer with a ton of lights and decorations and personalized stockings.”

“Do you like those things?” He stands in front of you as you cross your legs, taking a few marshmallows from the bag. “Because-,”

“No, I know, “If you like them, I like them”, but I don’t want to go all out with the decorating and Christmas stuff if you don’t particularly like all of that.”

He leans in and kisses your forehead. “You decorate all out for every holiday, Christmas will be no different. I want to see lights up around the house, our stockings up, blow up decorations outside.” He blows on his coffee. “We’re going to put up every decoration you want and when you try to put lights up on the tree I’m going to watch you for a while until I finally help you reach the top of the tree.”

“Just for that comment, I’m going to pick out a twelve-foot tree and make you put it up by yourself.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing you, and walks away as your hot chocolate finishes. “The only request I have for decorations is I want a toy-train somewhere.”

“We’re going to have a Christmas village on the coffee table with a toy-train going around it.” You state. “And the village is going to make complete sense with houses and the town hall. As if real city regulations were applied.”

“Are you going to put out cookies and milk for Santa too?” Leo asks, completely expecting you to laugh along before you jump down, nodding the entire time. “Seriously?”

You roll your eyes at him as if the answer was obvious (which to you it completely is). “Yes. If you don’t put cookies out for Santa and carrots out for the reindeer, Santa doesn’t come the next year.”

Leo hands you your mug. “How old are you again?”

“Hey, in my house, if you didn’t follow these things you wouldn’t get presents, so you better shape up before Christmas Eve comes along.”

“I don’t think you know how cute you are.” He mentions.

You smile and tilt your chin up, expecting an easy kiss. He hums, only leaning forward ever-so-slightly.

“Come on, I thought we were having a nice moment.”

He tilts his head in faux confusion. “What are you talking about? If you want a kiss, come up here and get one.”

“Why am I in love with you?” You ask.

He smiles at the question. “Stretch up real tall, see if you can reach.”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “I’m going to take my hot chocolate outside to wait for it to snow. You can stay in here with no kisses and the knowledge that you will get no help when hanging Christmas lights outside, alright?”

“I love you.” He calls as you walk outside. “Come in if you get too cold.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

*

You open the door and immediately drop your bags by the front door. You kick your shoes off harder than you initially mean to, watching as they bounce down the hall for a few seconds.

“Babe?” You sigh halfway through the word. “Are you here?”

“In here.”

You slowly follow the sound of his voice until you’re standing in front of him, whole body hunched forward. “Hi.”

“Hey,” He smiles softly and steps closer. “What’s up?”

You close your eyes and tilt your face up. He places his hand on your chin and holds his face inches above yours.

You whine. “Please, just give me a kiss.”

He smiles and kisses you gently, slowly pulling you closer. “You okay?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“Then I won’t tease you too much.” He pulls you to the couch, still kissing your face. “If the baby really seems to need a kiss I’ll give them to him.”

You cuddle into his chest, still holding your face up for kisses. “This whole time all I needed to do was ask?”

He pinches your nose and nods. “You’ve just never asked.”

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[yehet-me-up]

May I Have This Dance?

Pairing: Leo/Taekwoon x reader

Genre: Regency, romance, fluff

Word Count: 2,649

Summary: Once, you and Taekwoon were best friends. Now, the gulf of adulthood and responsibility and class divide you. When he returns and invites you to a ball far above your station, how can you say no to the only man who’s ever captured your heart? 

The ballroom is even more stunning at night. The candlelight warms the faces of the guests who are already red in the cheeks from the beverages they’ve imbibed. Out through the high glass windows, framed by lush purple curtains edged in gold, you watch the moonlight shine over the fountain and the sprawling grounds. 

The song the quintet plays is one of your favorites, a familiar refrain that’s distracted you from the ache in your feet as you washed dishes, prepared platters of appetizers, and discreetly peeked through the doors at dozens of balls in the past. 

But this ball is special. Tonight you’re not a servant in the kitchen, you’re a guest. 

Mary stayed up all night helping you sew the dress. The fabric at the market cost half of your meager savings, but this chance will come around once in a lifetime for someone like you, and you’re determined to make the most of it. 

You held it against your body in the early hours of the morning, the sun just cresting over the hill so you could see your reflection in the old mirror. Soft pink fabric, richer than you’ve ever owned, trimmed in delicate white lace. A matching decorative set of pins for your updo.

Twirling around you let yourself imagine that he might fancy you. Taekwoon, heir to the Jung family estate and future owner of Lyonne Manor, has been the subject of your daydreams since your mother came here as the family cook when you were just five years old, the same as him. For years you orbited each other; pouring over the colorful illustrations of books in his father’s library, laughing and playing games in the expansive gardens, and developing a language of jokes and stories that belonged only to your friendship. 

But then, you both came of age. As the daughter of a poor cook you had little prospects of your own. Luckily, one of the cook’s helpers finally retired and a spot became available. Unluckily, it was time for Taekwoon to assume his position in the household and he was sent away to Town to continue his education and to learn the family business. 

For years it felt as if your heart had been stolen from your chest; as though you hardly consider it living without him near you. Brief encounters at holidays and birthdays made you withdraw. The dirt under your fingernails and jam stains on your apron were charming at sixteen, but as time went on and you both grew up they started to feel like an ocean between you and the man you hopelessly loved. 

When he came home yesterday morning, he caught you off guard. His white shirt and trousers, held up by his favorite black suspenders, were more casual and at ease than you’d seen him in ages. His eyes held a reckoning, as though he’d finally taken the world and bent it to his will. 

‘Good morning, sir,’ you say, brushing the flour off your apron and bowing your head.

‘Oh, is it sir, now?’ His voice is warm and bright and full of laughter. ‘Shall I call you ma’am?’

On instinct you look up at him, ready to snap off a sharp teasing reply. But the words die on your lips. Neither of you are children anymore. He is not yours to play with, knowing his heart will one day belong to another. 

And you are not his to toy with, either. You want to believe it’s from ignorance, that he twists the knife of anguish deeper into your heart. You have hours to go before your day is over and already your back aches, you don’t need to add heartsickness to your list of pains. 

It doesn’t matter that his brows raise and his mouth pulls to the side in jest, you refuse to take his bait. ‘Can I make you something to eat, Lord Jung?’ 

With a scoff he strides forward to the table in the center of the kitchen where you work. ‘What has gotten into you, my friend? Have I done something to offend you?’ He lays his palms on the counter and leans forward, trying to coax you from your foul mood. 

You can’t help but put ice in your words. ‘I cannot fathom what you could want me for, sir, aside from the task to which I am charged.’ 

Still determined to make you smile he stands and affects a faux-haughty demeanor. ‘Ah. I see, I see. So I suppose now that I am home for good and there is a ball tomorrow in my honor, you will refuse to dance with me.’

Your jaw drops and you watch as he picks up an apple from the table and rolls it casually between his palms, his eyes not leaving yours. You should be angry about the last-minute notification of the ball. You’ll be up until midnight preparing the food and uncovering the furniture and assembling the candles in the ballroom. 

But the thing that strikes you most is the way he asks about dancing. As though you would be allowed there, among people like him. As though you were his equal. Your heart beats so strongly in your chest you rest you palm over it to contain it within the cage of your ribs. 

‘What do you mean... dance with you?’

He sets the apple down and drops the act. ‘Don’t pretend with me. Did we not dance around that very ballroom countless times in our youth? I believe I still have the bruises on my toes to prove it.’

You gasp in indignation and throw a towel at him, which he easily catches. ‘How dare you. I was a perfect dancer! You were the clumsy one,’ you laugh, pointing at him. 

‘There it is,’ he counters with a smile, pointing back at you. 

‘What?’ 

‘Your smile,’ he says, making you lift a hand to your mouth, cheeks heating. ‘I’ve missed it. More than you know.’

In the silence between you the truth dawns clearly and your smile falls. ‘Taek, there’s no way. I’m not allowed. Look at me.’ You gesture to the length of fabric tying back your messy hair, the dress you outgrew two years ago but haven’t had any money to replace.

‘I am looking at you,’ he says warmly. 

Something in his eyes is new, an awareness that makes you distinctly aware of how long it’s been since you were both fourteen. Since he kissed you behind the tall topiary in the back garden. How his lips had been warm and unsure but oh so sweet. And how much more certain and confident and rough you imagine his lips to be now. 

You straighten, refusing to be diminished by his teasing, by your position as a servant of this great house. ‘And? What do you see, lord Jung?’

He holds your gaze for long seconds, untold emotions swimming in his irises that do nothing but confuse you and make your palms sweat. Then he goes and ruins the moment by tossing the towel back at you. 

Laughing, he runs from the room. ‘My date for the dance tomorrow!’ he calls over his shoulder. 

You stand there, torn between laughing and crying, for far too long before you finally drag yourself back to your work.

It’s almost worth the curious and confused stares from the rest of the household when he sees you. Speaking with his father he looks like a prince from one of the stories you shared growing up. Vest and jacket of the finest material. Hair brushed artfully off his forehead. Posture straight and proud, arm behind his back. If only the two of you as children could see him now you’d laugh at how stuffy he looks. 

But then his eyes land on you and the expression falls, revealing not Lord Jung but Taek, your always and forever friend, and something hard and bitter around your heart melts. You smile uncertainly at him, feeling lost and like an imposter among the rich and eligible ladies of the village. They eye him as he walks towards you, batting their lashes and attempting to get his attention. 

He pays them no mind, smiling broadly, something like triumph in his eyes. Even in your best shoes he still stands taller than you. Reaching for your hands he seems to shield you from the rest of the world. Oh how lovely it would be to escape it all, for it to be just the two of you once more. 

‘You came,’ he says, breathless and bending towards you like a flower to the sun. 

You wrinkle your nose in surprise, stepping back. ‘Of course I came. Did you mean for me not to? Was this a joke?’

He holds your hands firm, not allowing you to move away from him. ‘It’s no joke. I was worried you wouldn’t want to be seen with me.’

‘With you?’

Leaning down, he smirks. ‘I’ve become a great bore. I’m a gentleman now,’ he says, rolling his eyes. ‘I wouldn’t think you’d want anything to do with someone as stodgy as me anymore.’

Tugging on his hands you whisper in his ear. ‘It’s truly a tragedy, but I think I can bear it.’

When you pull back he watches you in a way that makes you feel like the only person in the room. The only person in the world. The quintet starts up a new song. Romantic, full of passion and strings, and your heart swells. You wonder distantly if you fell while bringing the dairy back from the market and hit your head. If you’re not lying on your bed with the doctor taking your pulse at this very moment.

But then he bends at his waist and asks, ‘may I have this dance?’

It feels as though he’s asking far more than your company for a dance or an evening. Not caring about anything but him you slide your palm against his. ‘Yes, you can.’

You feel all the eyes in the room on the two of you but you pay them no mind. Far more captivating is the way his hand feels on your waist as you join the couples on the floor; familiar and comforting but also new and thrilling. The dance is fast and exciting and even if you could speak, you wouldn’t have the words. 

For so long you ached for him, feeling the loss as tangible and real as a wound to the heart. Seeing him would kindle your hope, only to dash it to a million pieces and make you retreat in on yourself in your pain. 

But now he’s here and real and looking at you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted. It feels like a dream but the dimple at the corner of his mouth and the lock of hair that’s fallen over his forehead and the way his eyes widen with delight when he lifts you are all more real than you could have ever dreamed. 

If you get to have him for this one night, you’re not letting him go. Blessedly, incredibly, he seems to agree. Custom would dictate he do his duty as the heir to this family and dance with the eligible women in the room. But even after more than a few ruffled feathers he refuses to leave your side. 

Dance after dance his gaze burns into you, his eyes darting to the neckline of your dress, your shoulders, your wrists, drinking you in and swallowing you alive with his attention. 

When your skin is damp with the heat and you feel like you’re flying, he asks if you’d like to take a walk in the garden. You heartily agree, slipping out the side door with him while everyone else is distracted by the quadrille. His arm doesn’t need to be around your waist, but in the breeze he keeps you tucked against his side. Being a romantic fool, you allow him. 

Long ago there was no silence between you. An endless stream of jokes and facts and speculations. Now you walk beside him in companionable peace, admiring the stars up above and the way the garden has remained beautiful and perfect and unchanged all the long years of your life. He pulls you beside a large topiary with a smirk.

‘Do you recognize this spot?’

You look up at the shape and laugh, heart catching in your throat. ‘Yes. This is where you kissed me.’

He opens his mouth to speak but swallows the words instead, looking up at the moon. After a pause he speaks so softly you have to lean in to hear him. ‘I think I’ve loved you since I truly understood the word.’ 

You stutter. ‘But - it’s - I’m -’ 

He grins and brings both his hands to cup your face, the delightful roughness of his palms grounding you in the truth of his words. ‘But nothing. Damn the rest of the world. As long as you love me, I’m yours. There’s never been anyone else.’ 

He drops to his knees and holds your hands in his, eyes swimming with emotion in the moonlight. ‘Marry me.’

‘What?’ You’re now positive that you’re hallucinating this entire evening. ‘Are you mad?’

Taekwoon kisses one of your palms and then the other. ‘Of course I’m mad. Madly in love with the only woman who could best me at lawnbowls. Who makes me laugh so hard I can’t find the air to breathe. Whose lips haunt my dreams, teasing me with thoughts of one day tasting them again.’

You drop to your knees alongside him, unable to stop the tears that form in your eyes. Holding his face in your hands you memorize the feeling of him, here, now, as a man. He waits patiently while you trail your fingers across his brows, while you run your fingers through his hair, while you stroke along his now angular jaw. 

‘For so long I dreamed about being yours. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, but I never thought -’ You choke on a sob and he pulls you into a hug. ‘I never thought you’d want me too. I didn’t think it was possible.’ 

He rubs your back, your hands cradled against your chest and his. Turning your palms flat you feel for his heartbeat, finding it as strong and fast and insistent as your own. ‘What about your family?’

Gently, he eases you back. ‘I spoke with my father. He had his qualms, but I told him I’d surrender my inheritance if he didn’t allow the match.’ He smiles. ‘My mother told me she knew is was lost to you the first time I kissed you all those years ago.’

The tears fall freely down your face now, the last you the obstacles between you falling away like sand between your fingers. ‘Do you mean it? You and me, forever?’ 

He nods, sniffling around his own rush of emotion. ‘I’ve never wanted anything more in all my life than I want to be yours, for all the days I’m on this earth.’

Unrestrained joy makes you hold his face and press your lips to his. He recovers fast, pulling at your waist and your neck and securing his body to yours, his mouth greedily tasting your lips. 

Fire ignites in your chest and you wonder if this is how stars feel when they’re born. You wonder how they contain all the brightness inside them without collapsing on the spot. Long ago, you hid under a table in a library with a boy named Taekwoon and read that all stars die out eventually. But first, they shine and light up the night. 

As his hand tangles in your hair and his tongue strokes yours you know that tonight, and as long as you’re by his side, you shine brightly enough to make even the stars jealous.

~~~~~~~

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[the-hufflepuff-dramatist]

Pages Between Us (1/?)

Anonymous requested: For the drabble game, could you do number 4 with leo pls❤ I love your writing so much

Anonymous requested: I know your links are broken and you’re busy with other stuff but can I please request #4 from the drabble game with vampire or immortal Leo? He owns/works at a library and reader finds it secluded in a dingy part of town but she likes it so much she makes a habit of going as much as she can? Thank you!! I really love your blog!!

A/N: So this is an Immortal AU and it’s going to be a series because I got a little carried away. I hope it’s okay that I combined your requests, I just really didn’t want to write the same prompt for the same person twice. I don’t know how long this series is going to be just yet, but I hope you like it! Hopefully I’ll be updating regularly and thank you so much for requesting! I’m so sorry it took me so long to complete these requests. 

Pairing: Immortal!Leo x Female Reader

Warnings: None really, there’s some slight angst at the beginning and some slight issues with self worth near the end but nothing major

Word Count: 2,659

Drabble Challenge Prompts

4. “You are easily the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a thousand years.”

You had stormed out of the apartment and started walking with no particular destination in mind. You were fuming. 

Your significant other of a year and a half who you were living with had decided all of a sudden that they didn’t love you anymore. That it was time to break up. It hurt, but you figured it was a long time coming. The love between the two of you had been fading for a long time. What hurt the most though, was not that they were no longer in love with you, but that they had found someone else. Someone new. Someone better. 

They were packing up their stuff but you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t stand to be in the apartment with them any longer. You couldn’t deal with wallowing in the insecurities that you felt like you were drowning in, and then their new partner had shown up. 

It was a friend of theirs that you had met several times and you were stunned, to say the least. You didn’t know how to process your feelings, the anger and the hurt bubbling to the surface, so you left. You grabbed your purse that had been hanging by the door and you left. 

You had no idea where you were going, only knew that you had to be away from them. You were wandering around town and you felt lost. You didn’t feel like crying, no all you really felt was anger but you were sure that would pass. The tears would come eventually. You didn’t know when, could be in a few hours or a few days. All you really knew is that they would come eventually. They always did. 

You were so tired of relationships. You were so tired of trying to find “the one” that everyone was talking about. You hated it. Dating was stressful and relationships were work and everyone you had ever had failed. Maybe you were doomed to spend the rest of your life alone. Maybe you would just need to learn to be okay with that. You had friends, lots of them, and those relationships were just as fulfilling as a romantic one. But the truth was you craved a romantic relationship. 

You craved every aspect of falling in love and being with someone, of getting to know each other and getting married. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with someone. You wanted to share every aspect of your life with a partner. You wanted to be romantically entangled with them. 

You sighed as you stopped at a street corner, shaking your head to clear it and looking around to see where you were. You had wandered into the quiet part of town, the more dingy part of town. You had only been to this part of town a few times, mostly to try some of the restaurants that were around. You had a vague sense of where you were, and it was still daylight outside plus your phone was charged. You weren’t worried about getting lost. 

You wanted to stay out of the apartment as long as possible, you knew it would be hell when you went back. Your heart clenched at the thought of returning to the empty apartment that you know had to figure out a way to pay for by yourself. You sighed once more and began walking again. 

You didn’t know how long you walked before you spotted it: a bookshop across the street right on the corner. It didn’t look too small but it also wasn’t big either. It looked old, really old in fact and the sign reading “Everlasting Books” was quite faded. You couldn’t help but think of ways to fix it and repaint it as you crossed the road and walked towards the shop. You were an artist and were always looking for your next project. If the owner would let you, maybe repainting the sign for their store could be your next project. You would definitely need the distraction. 

Without thinking about it, you entered the bookshop.

A bell rang throughout the shop as you entered. It was a crowded shop, not because of the number of people but because of the number of books. They were everywhere. There were shelves from floor to ceiling with books placed in every possible empty space and there were even stacks of books on the floor, out of the way of course so people could still walk through the store. You could see down a hallway that was lined with books as well and had pages of different books hanging from the ceiling, into the rest of the bookshop. You were immediately intrigued by this little shop. 

You looked around, searching for anyone else but saw no one. You frowned in confusion but quickly shook it off. Clearly the shop wasn’t trafficked very often so the one or two workers that you were sure worked there weren’t always at the register. Having set your mind at ease, you walked through the hallway. 

The hallway opened up to a grand room filled with shelves and shelves of books. You had always been an avid reader and books had always brought you comfort, and you were falling more and more in love with your accidental discovery. There was a doorway to a smaller room on your right. You walked towards it to discover that it was a children’s reading nook. It was a normal-sized room, but much smaller than the grand one that the hallway led to. There were children’s books and stuffed animals everywhere. There were murals painted on the walls of fairytales and animals, but they were faded. Once again you were struck with ideas on how to fix it. You smiled and turned back to the main room. 

You walked along the shelves, admiring all of the books. Your discovery of the bookshop had pushed your thoughts away from your ex and you were honestly grateful for the distraction. You ran your finger along the spines of the books as you walked the length of the room. You were surrounded by books and it honestly made you feel relaxed, you felt safe. 

Once you reached the other side of the room, you spotted another room, the door ajar. Intrigued, you walked towards the room and poked your head inside. It was another reading room but clearly meant for adults. You pushed the door open all the way and stepped inside. The wall directly in front of you was covered in more books while the wall across from it had a fireplace that you were sure would make the room warm and cozy in the wintertime. To your left, there was a window that overlooked a park with a seat as well and to your right, there was a couch and a few armchairs. You started when you saw a man sitting in one of the armchairs, looking directly at you, an open book in his lap.

“Um...sorry to disturb you, I was just...well I saw the shop and it said it was open and so I was just looking around,” you said hurriedly. His eyes were trained on you, never wavering as he put a bookmark in the book and got up to make his way over to you. As he got closer, you were struck by how handsome he was and could feel your cheeks heat up at your thoughts. 

“You have no reason to apologize,” the man said once he was standing right in front of you. He had a very soft voice that was oddly comforting to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear the bell ring otherwise I would have greeted when you first entered, this is my shop after all, but I guess I was too lost in my book.”

“Oh, you’re fine. I understand losing track of well, everything when you get really into a book. What are you reading?” 

“Pride and Prejudice, well rereading.” 

“Oh that’s one of my favorites, well Jane Austen, in general, is one of my favorites authors,” you laughed. A small smile spread across his cheeks as he listened to you talk and then heard you laugh. “I’m still sorry to interrupt your reading.” He waved your apology off. 

“It’s been a slow day which is the only reason I was even reading. I’m happy to have a customer.” You nodded as you glanced around the room once more, still impressed with the sheer amount of books that were in his shop.

“Well, you have a very nice shop...um...” you hesitated, wanting to say his name but not knowing it. Thankfully, he seemed to catch on.

“Oh, Leo. You can call me Leo.” He held out his hand for you to shake which you gladly took. 

“It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Leo, and you have a wonderful little bookshop. I’m (Y/N).” He smiled as you said your name. 

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” You giggled softly as he brought your hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of your hand. It felt very old fashioned but you kind of liked it. 

“You’re just saying that.” 

“I’m saying it because it’s true.” You shook your head, feeling your cheeks heat up once more. You nervously bit your lip, unsure of what to say. He seemed to notice your discomfort. “Well, I’ll let you look around. Feel free to ask me if you need any help and if you want to read while you’re here you are welcome to use this room.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course, (Y/N).” He smiled once more at you then walked away, leaving you alone to peruse the books. 

You walked over to the shelf in the room and started looking at all the books. You found one of your favorites and excitedly pulled it from the shelf. You carried it over to one of the armchairs and settled in, opening the book to the first chapter. 

You came back to the bookshop almost every day that week. It was a good excuse to get out of your empty apartment when you weren’t working and it was a good distraction. The tears had yet to come and you had Leo to thank for that. He always greeted you and talked to you while you were there, asking you questions about yourself and your life. He seemed genuinely interested in what you had to say but he rarely shared much about himself. On your third visit, you met Leo’s co-worker, Hakyeon. He was a very excitable man of the same age as Leo and he enjoyed teasing you when Leo wasn’t around. He also shared with you that he and Leo had been friends since their childhood.

“Has he told you his real name yet?” Hakyeon asked you one day about two weeks after you had discovered the shop.

“His what?” You turned to look at Hakyeon in confusion.

“His real name, Leo’s just a nickname.” You shook your head. 

“No, he hasn’t, but we haven’t known each other that long so it makes sense.” Hakyeon rolled his eyes teasingly and pestered you to ask Leo about his real name. You tried to ignore him, but you couldn’t help but wonder why Leo wouldn’t tell you his real name. He wouldn’t tell you much of anything about himself now that you really thought about it. 

You frowned as you settled into your preferred armchair and opened the book you had chosen for the day. Why wouldn’t Leo tell you his real name? The thought was eating at you but you tried to push it away and focus on your book. 

You didn’t know how long you were reading before the thoughts made their way back to the forefront of your mind. Did Leo not trust you? Did he not like you? Were you just some annoying customer that he would rather stop coming in all the time? Your insecurities were bubbling to the surface and the tears that had yet to be shed over your breakup were pushing at the back of your eyes. You sniffed slightly as you stared at the book, willing yourself to ignore your feelings and continue reading, but it was too late. The tears came. 

Leo finished closing up most of the shop before he remembered that you were still in the reading room. He smiled at the thought and made his way to the back to gently tell you that the shop was cloning but you were welcome to come back tomorrow. When he entered the room and saw you, he froze and his smiled faded. You were curled up in the chair, book in your hands, and tears streaming down your face. He slowly made his way over to you and you looked up at him as he did. 

You quickly tried to wipe your tears away, embarrassed about crying in a public space, especially in his bookshop. 

“(Y/N),” he almost whispered, “what’s wrong?” You didn’t want to tell him, but it all came spilling out at once. 

“Why won’t you tell me anything about yourself? Am I that annoying? I mean, I’m sure I am. I’m here all the time and I’m sorry but I just...I can’t spend time in my apartment. I-I’m all alone there and I hate it, I’m not used to being on my own. I don’t even know your name, just your nickname. Why won’t you tell me your real name?” He was taken aback by your outburst but he knelt down in front of you and gently took your hand in his. 

“Why does it matter if you know my real name or not?”

“Why don’t you trust me? Am I...am I that hideous of a person? Am I that horrible? I’m sure that’s why my ex left me...I-I know it is but I just thought...you ask about me all the time and so I just thought you maybe, actually cared but that’s crazy, right? I’m just being stupid.” 

“You’re not being stupid, I do care about you. I’m sorry to hear about your ex, they really don’t know what they’re missing. (Y/N), you are easily the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a thousand years. Inside and out.” His over-exaggeration made you laugh slightly.

“Oh, a thousand years huh? Because you’ve been alive that long,” you teased. He forced a laugh. 

“Of course I’m exaggerating.” There was something in his voice that made you think maybe he wasn’t joking. But that was insanity, no one could live for a thousand years. Immortal beings were fiction, not real life.

“Thank you, for comforting me and putting up with me.” 

“It’s my pleasure, really.” He stood up and helped you up, gently taking the book from you. “It’s pretty late, I was just closing up.” 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry for staying so late! I’ll leave right now.” Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment. 

“Calm down, you’re fine,” Leo said with a laugh. “How are you getting home?”

“I was going to walk, I usually walk.” 

“Would you mind if I walked you home? I want to make sure you get home safely.” 

“I’ll never say no to company,” you said, a shy smile playing at your lips. 

Leo walked you home and talked to you about some of his favorite books, and you listened happily but your mind kept wandering back to his earlier comment. He seemed nervous when you called him out for over-exaggerating, which was weird to you. He couldn’t actually be a thousand years old, could he? 

You shook your head to clear it and focused on what Leo was saying. No, it must have just been an over-exaggeration. It was craziness to think that Leo was an immortal being, and yet the thought would not leave the back of your mind.

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[seawitch62]

Fanfiction Masterlist

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Delusional Woods - Multiple (Seonghwa) - Suggestive

Shoo Fly! - Hongjoong - 3rd POV

Worst Date Scenario - Yeosang x OC

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The Lighthouse - Yunho x reader - suggestive 

Metamorphosis - Yeosang x reader - yandere 

Genie - Wooyoung x  Hongjoong x reader - yandere

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Unfriended - San x reader - yandere

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Astro

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Big Bang 

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BTOB

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Enhypen

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NCT

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2PM

Worst Date Scenario - Jay Park x OC

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[koko-bopp]

Overtime — leo

jung taekwoon x male!reader

word count – 0.7K

genre – angst

warning(s) – arguments,

synopsis – leo hasn't been home as much as you like, you know it's because of his job, yet you dont know if you can take that as an excuse anymore.

The clock blinked four in the morning. All the lights in your shared apartment were closed except the small dim night light next to the television. The room was so quiet you'd be able to hear a pin drop from three rooms down. Your eyes were threatening to close, you knew your body was tired, but you needed to talk to Leo. It wasn't a topic that could be left for the following morning.

This entire situation was common. Your boyfriend wouldn't come back from work until late at night or extremely early in the morning. It was so frequent that you were barely able to remember what Leo looked like, it was like the public and media knew him better than you did. You weren't even able to stop by at his work setting because the knowledge of your relationship with the singer was limited to the two of you and very few members of in and outside VIXX, it would be a risk to his celebrity image if you were to be visible in the open eye— and you absolutely hated that.

The sound of a key entering the lock of the apartment was heard from the main entrance. Your heart started beating faster. When the click of a now unlocked door was heard, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Leo stepped into the room with tired eyes and sweat-stained, messy hair that was lying carelessly across his forehead. He kicked off his shoes and placed it next to the door before throwing his jacket on the kitchen counter... did he even notice you?

You were cold and your arms were folded in hopes to create some sort of friction to warm yourself. An unintentional yawn left your mouth and Leo’s head snapped towards the new sound.

"Jagiya?" A sleepy smile formed on his lips as he went over to wrap his arms around your, noticing your tired demeanor.

But you stopped him, and placed the tips of your fingers on his chest to halt his actions, no matter how much of his affection you needed and wanted from him.

All he did was give you a confused and slightly offended look, "Jagi? What's wrong?"

You sighed sadly, "Taekwoon." You've never said his real name. Ever. "We need to talk."

His face went from tired to shocked. He felt his heart started to uncontrollably beat, and his limbs felt like they were internally shaking, "What— Why? What's wrong?"

A shaky breath fled from your lips as they started to quiver and tears started to well up, "I... I can't do this anymore.”

The physical and emotional shattering of his heart from those words could be heard from everyone within a hundred mile radius. There was no way he heard that right. "What?"

A tear slipped and made it's way swiftly down your cheek as you looked at the white carpet to hide your vulnerability as best you could and continued with a shaking voice, "This isn't working anymore. I… Tae... we need to break up."

The only expression on the boy's face was utter distraught and pure devastation. He couldn’t believe what his ears were exposed to, "Jagi, I don’t—"

"Don’t call me that!"

Leo flinched backwards at the sudden outburst.

"You stopped calling me jagi months ago when you disappeared into your work! You have no right to call me that!" You yelled as your tear-stained cheeks and teary eyes met with Leo's visibly frozen ones.

"Is this what this is about? Me working?" Leo frowned, regaining his posture, "I don't exactly control my schedule, [Y/N]."

You sniffled a bit, you weren't happy with his response, since he could clearly see how this was effecting you, and yet he still found a way to point blame and misunderstanding. You took the side of your hand to wipe the tear, getting yourself together, even if it's just for half a second. "Did you even try? I'm a fucking manager, Tae, I have work too, but I find time to a simple text."

"It not the same."

"No," you spat, "It's selfish."

Ouch. He didn't even know how to respond to that. He knew that being busy was not at all a valid excuse for how long its been going on. "[Y/N], I'm so, so sorry. I swear I didn't realise how much this was hurting you."

"Sorry doesn't fix months of neglect, Tae." Your jaw tensed and you crossed your arms, a discreet yet still shaky breath leaving your lips, "I made time for you, and you never did."

“Y/N. I'm so— I’m so sorry.” Leo genuinely felt so shitty for mistreating you like that, nobody deserves to feel unloved, yet the fact that he was the one that was causing the heartache you were feeling was too much for him to ignore, “I know it means nothing right now, but please don't leave me. I promise I'll try harder...” He took a step forward so that he was now standing exactly in front of you. “Just one more chance? I won't mess it up, I swear."

You let him hold your cheek as you looked at the floor, you weren't ready to face him, especially with crying eyes, but you nodded quietly. "Okay."

He sighed, gently raising your head up with the side of his index finger that rested under your child. "I love you, and im so sorry."

You smiled at him softly. "I love you too.."

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[eastasianfeelings]

push and shove: Leo

— based on when Vixx overhears you masturbating

Summary: It’s already shocking enough for Leo to hear you pleasuring yourself in his guest room. But hearing you welcome his cat into bed afterward? No, that won’t do. At all.

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: implied masturbation, accidental voyeurism, super-dumb jealousy

*

The first clue is Nabi. Taekwoon’s cat never goes into the guest room when there are guests in there, and you haven’t come out of the room yet this morning. But when Taekwoon looks up from his video call with his manager, there goes Nabi, slipping through the crack in the guest room door.

Taekwoon doesn’t think much of it until he wraps up the call and notices that Nabi’s food bowl is still half-full. Unusual — Nabi likes eating just as much as his owner does.

As Taekwoon considers this, he hears something. It sounds like heavy breathing, maybe.

He stands and heads toward the guest room door to check on you. Maybe Nabi sensed you were having a medical emergency of some kind in your sleep. (Though Taekwoon seriously doubts it.)

Five paces away from the door, he hears what is unmistakeably a moan.

It’s light, it’s high-pitched and it’s mostly air, but it’s definitely a moan.

His brain short-circuits for a moment. He feels his legs waver under him. But he catches himself in time and then holds his breath, to listen better, to make sure…

Another sound, short and cut-off this time. And then an exhaled breath that ends in a tiny, tiny whimper.

Shock washes through him, leaving him frozen where he stands. Why are you — ? In his — ? What — ?

The two of you are friends. Just friends. Surely friends don’t… don’t… masturbate in each other’s apartments?

Once the word crosses his mind, he feels abruptly dizzy.

Or maybe that’s just all the blood leaving his brain and heading south.

Taekwoon looks down and realizes he’s already half-erect. Jesus Christ. He did not get up at seven am on a Sunday to become horny like a teenager with morning wood.

“Ahh…”

The next breath you let out arrows down his spine like a shiver. This is too dangerous. Better off if he just goes back to the living room and waits it out. There, no one can say he’s actively listening.

On shaky legs, Taekwoon pivots and carefully treads back to the living room. He sits down on the couch and places his sweaty hands palm-down on the cushions beside him. He is not going to touch his hard-on. Nope. Not jerking off to the thought of you, his friend.

Faintly, ever so faintly, he hears: “Ah — ”

Taekwoon curls his fingers hard into the fabric. He sinks deeper into the couch and squeezes his eyes shut.

Oh, bad idea. Now his mind is drawing out the scene, you on the white striped sheets of his guest room bed, shifting against your own hand.

Another barely-there sound reaches his ears, and Taekwoon nearly lets out a pant. He snaps his eyes open and wonders:

Why do you sound so damn good?

Sure, he’ll admit that he is, non-platonically, attracted to you. But he’s also very aware of the fact that the two of you haven’t crossed that line. He should be able to control himself like a proper adult. The sound of you getting off shouldn’t be so inflaming.

As he’s swirling around in his confused thoughts, there’s a gasp.

Then you’re breathing your orgasm out loud, and all of his thoughts have been wiped completely blank.

Taekwoon only realizes he’s holding his breath again when his lungs force him to wheeze in air.

Before he can gather himself, there’s a meow.

A meow? Right, Nabi went into the guest room —

“Hi, handsome.”

The husky tone of your post-orgasm voice shoots straight through Taekwoon’s heart. He’s on his feet without even remembering standing, staring toward the guest bedroom.

There’s another meow, and a quiet chuckle from you. “Come here, Nabi-yah.”

And Taekwoon can see it: you, flushed and self-pleasured, your hot, welcoming embrace, and his damn cat snuggling right up to you and your bare skin.

His mind explodes with indignance. It’s decided, he’s banning Nabi from the guest room until further notice. He has to protect any guests that stay at his house from having their privacy invaded by his perverted cat, after all.

Taekwoon doesn’t know how long he stands there letting his thoughts spin in circles, but he finally registers that the place has been quiet for a while. You’ve probably fallen back to sleep.

With Nabi tucked to your breast, his brain adds, and he flops back down with a silent groan and puts his head in his hands.

*

You wake up for the second time around ten in the morning. After checking the time, you congratulate yourself on successfully, ahem, relaxing enough to fall back asleep after Leo woke you up at seven. It’s not his fault that he’s a busy idol, of course, but you’d really needed to catch up on sleep.

You roll over and feel fur brush against your arm. Looking down, you’re pleasantly surprised to see Nabi still curled up beside you, eyes narrowed to sleepy slits. As a picky cat, he’s never deigned to stay in your presence for too long.

“Morning, Nabi-yah,” you say around a yawn.

“Mrow.” He slowly stretches, then sits up and starts kneading the pillowcase.

You’re not sure if you should be stopping him from shredding Leo’s guest linens, so you leave him to it and head for the bathroom.

By the time you’re out, it’s ten-thirty and you’re not surprised to see Leo in the kitchen when you walk outside. “Hey, you’re back?”

He looks up from the eggs he’s currently beating. “Back?”

“Yeah.” You wander over and put the egg carton back into the fridge for him. “Your manager called this morning, right?”

“Yes,” he says, a little slowly, and you turn to find him staring at you, brow creased. “Did I… wake you?”

“Oh, well, I went back to sleep afterward, so it’s fine,” you assure him.

“Ah.” Leo lets his gaze drift back down to the bowl in his hands. “…I didn’t go out, though.”

“What?” You turn back to the fridge and search for the orange juice.

“It was just a call.” There’s a light clink as he puts his whisk down on the counter. “I was here. I’ve been here. The whole morning.”

You close the fridge abruptly as his words sink in.

Hadn’t you heard him pick up the call from his manager? Were you mistaken when you thought you heard the front door opening and closing?

But — wait. Why is he telling you that he was here the whole time?

…Jesus Christ, please, no.

Before you can even start to wrap your head around the horrifying thought that he might have heard you masturbating, Nabi announces his presence in the kitchen with a loud meow.

Both of you look round. He’s sitting in front of his empty food bowl, staring at Leo. “Mrow.”

“I guess he’s waiting for breakfast,” you say with a forced chuckle.

But Leo’s staring right back at Nabi with narrowed eyes. “You already ate,” he says directly to the cat.

“Mrow.”

“You already ate,” Leo repeats.

“Mrow!”

“If you don’t want your wet food thrown out, don’t leave halfway to go cuddle with Y/N,” Leo shoots back.

“Heh?” You’re surprised to be drawn into this stand-off between cat and owner.

Leo darts a glance at you before quickly looking away. “No more food for you,” he informs Nabi, and picks up his whisk again.

You bite your lip as you look at Nabi sitting by his food bowl, eyes upturned pitifully. “Taekwoon-ah, if he didn’t finish his breakfast, maybe you should give him some food now.”

The whisk clatters more loudly against the bowl. “He shouldn’t have left to go to you.”

“Why not?” You put your hands on your hips and stare at his back. “Nabi’s not allowed to snuggle with me?”

“I didn’t say that.” Leo’s beating the eggs so fiercely that his arm is nearly a blur.

“Is there some rule that guests can’t cuddle him?”

“No.”

“Then why can’t you give him — ”

With a sharp exhale, Leo stops whisking and whirls to face you. “He left the food because he heard you masturbating!”

You gape at him in complete disbelief.

Um.

“…You heard?” you ask meekly. “You heard me?”

Leo jerks out a single nod.

Oh my God. This is it, the most mortifying moment of your life. You back up to the fridge, sink down to the floor and put your face in your hands.

“Sorry,” you say, muffled. “I… sorry. Oh my God, this is so embarrassing.”

Leo clears his throat. “It’s…” He trails off. Clearly he can’t quite bring himself to say it’s okay.

Instead he coughs weakly and mutters, “Just don’t let him into your bed anymore.”

You peek out from behind your fingers. “Uh, what? Let who?”

Leo’s looking toward his cat again. “Nabi.”

“Nabi?”

“Yeah.”

You stand, baffled and a tiny bit indignant. “Wait… so I’m actually not allowed to cuddle him now?”

“It’s not you, it’s him.” Leo keeps glaring at Nabi. “You don’t want him watching you, do you?”

“Uh, no, but he wasn’t watching anything, we were just snuggling — ”

“He’s a male cat, Y/N-ah.”

Your indignation is morphing into disbelief. “Taekwoon, I don’t think you need to protect me from Nabi.”

Leo looks back to you so fast you nearly stumble backward from the impact. “Why let him watch you? Why does he get to cuddle up to you after you’re — after you — ”

As you watch him splutter for words, a possibility occurs to you, one so absurd that you have to voice it.

“Are you jealous?”

“No, I’m not!”

...Oookay. That was a slightly overly-vehement response. You press your lips together and just nod, hoping acquiescence will calm his strange mood.

He rips his eyes away and stares at nothing, his breath coming shallowly. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips.

Just as you decide you should exit this conversation before things get any stranger, he speaks.

“...Maybe I am.”

“... Huh?”

Leo looks up. “Maybe I am.” There’s a little more strength in his voice, his gaze. “Maybe I am jealous. So what? So what? Why can’t I be jealous hearing you invite my cat into your arms right after your orgasm? Who wouldn’t be jealous?”

It feels like all of your brain cells have flown away. You gape at him, mouth part-open, trying to reconcile all his words so you can form a sensible reply.

But what comes out is: “You can.”

“...What?”

“You can watch.”

Now both of you are gaping: you in panic over what just came out of your mouth, and him probably in shock at your proposition. You can feel your flush spreading up your neck and into your face.

But he’s blushing too, going redder by the second, and the two of you just stare at each other, red-faced and breathless.

Before you can recoup and take it back, he says, “Can I?”

Gulp.

“Yes,” you say quietly, nervously, truthfully. “If you want.” 

His breath leaves him in a whoosh and he steps forward. “I do. I want to. I… I want you.” The words trip out of his mouth as his eyes search yours, hands hovering nervously between you. “I do.”

You swallow hard. “Are you sure? Taekwoon-ah… are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Another step, and now he’s in your space, a few inches away, still looking deep into your eyes.

“Please,” he says softly.

Oh, that voice. You can’t resist it. You can’t doubt it.

You lean in; he leans in. There seems to be no air in this space between the two of you as you draw closer and closer to — 

“Mrow!”

Leo jerks away like he’s been burned, chest heaving, and turns to stare down Nabi.

“Go away.”

“Taekwoon!” You’ve never heard him speak so strictly to Nabi. “Don’t be mean to him.”

“He’s interrupting.”

“Only because he’s hungry.”

Leo turns to direct his narrowed gaze at you. “He’s not watching next time.”

Uh, next time? “Of course not,” you soothe, “but let’s just give him a little food, okay? To tide him over until dinner?”

“He doesn’t deserve it.”

You bring your hands down and push at his chest. “Jung Taekwoon, are you seriously going to starve your cat because he cuddled with me before you did?”

“...No,” he grumbles.

“Then let’s stop acting like Nabi’s a pervert and let him eat, yeah?”

“Fine.” He finally allows you to push him away, stepping back to give you your personal space back. “But you’re sleeping in my room tonight.”

“Oh. Am I?”

“And we’re locking the door.”

“Seriously, Taekwoon-ah???”

*

It takes almost a week for Leo to stop being mad at Nabi.

#leo #jung taekwoon #vixx #vixx leo #vixx fic #leo x reader #eaf writes vixx #eaf original

[cloudycrystalkpop]

Leo + night terror as well as demon please? I don’t know if you wanna combine them or separate, whichever is fine 😊

spell book

the dream was always the same.

a long hallway, made of rotting cedarwwood, creaking every step you take. the place was wrapped in shadow, with piercing rays of white light shining through the cracks. it smelled like rot and mold, the sounds of dripping water echoing from somewhere.

it was always so humid, not warm enough to be pleasant but not cold enough to be refreshing. just, still, dark, damp, and dying.

you’d wandered that hallway for ages. never changing, always the same. if you found a door and tried to open it, the candle would turn to centipedes in your hand and scatter away. the door jamed and impossible to open.

it was creepy, frustrating, and truthfully... quite boring. always the same, never anything new. stagnant.

tonight however, you’d had it.

finally, after trying to brake down a door the escape this unending limbo, you burst into tears. rageful, got tears.

this wasn’t fear or sadness they came from, but a bubbling over pot of pure rage.

“LET ME OUT!” you screamed. over and over, banging on the walls and the doors, screaming and yelling and cursing until your voice was hoarse.

“p-please... please let me out...” finally the hopelessness sunk in. you pressed your back to a wall, sliding down and bringing your knees to your chest.

you didn’t know how long you stayed there. how long he waited. you didn’t even know he was there until, sniffling, you finally raised your head and saw his glowing gold eyes.

if you’d had the voice, you would have screamed. the man simply crouched before you, staring unblinking.

after a moment, he stood, and began to walk over towards one of the doors. you scrambled to your feet, glancing around for a potential weapon, but you were pulled away at a creaking sound. the sound of a door opening.

he glanced at you again over his shoulder, not saying a word, as he disappeared. leaving the door open behind him.

#samhain drabble game #vixx #vixx au #leo #jung taekwoon #leo au #taekwoon au #vixx x reader #leo x reader #taekwoon x reader #vixx drabble #leo drabble #taekwoon drabble

[etoilesbyul]

Leo Moodboard inspired by his album CANVAS

“You’re the one I wanted”

#vixx #vixx taekwoon #vixx moodboard #leo moodboard #taekwoon x reader #taekwoon imagines #vixx x reader #vixx imagines #vixx aesthetic #vixx scenarios #vixx reactions #leo canvas #jung taekwoon #leo x reader #leo imagine #vixx canvas #taekwoon fluff #taekwoon smut #kpop moodboard #kpop aesthetic #leo aesthetic #taekwoon aesthetic #vixx au #kpop imagines #vixx n #vixx ravi #vixx ken #vixx hyuk #vixx hongbin #vixx hakyeon