Kpop Smuts and Imagines. ( Requests are open )

NEO (VIXX)

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~Admin AK (Sorry for the amount of fluff is in this shite)

When Taekwoon plops down on the other side of the couch, gently throwing his legs over Hakyeon's lap, Hakyeon barely notices. He rests his arms atop the bare calves, absentmindedly starting to play with the elastic hem of Taekwoon's sock while he keeps watching the show running on the television screen. He couldn't say he's paying attention, and if he was it was just barely half-heartedly. It was a Friday afternoon, he was bored, it was too hot to do anything, and he got sick of eating ice cream. It's not until he hears quiet scribbling that he looks over to take a look at Taekwoon, who's sitting with a notepad in his hand and his eyes trained on the lined paper. Not even when Hakyeon playfully snaps the elastic of his sock against his ankle does he look up, and Hakyeon scrunches his nose up, tilting his head.

"Taekwoon-ah, what are you doing?"

Taekwoon's eyes flicker up to him for a second before they turn back to the paper. He doesn't reply.

"Are you writing? What are you writing?"

"Nothing," Taekwoon breathes out slowly, inattentively, as he keeps scribbling.

Hakyeon frowns and decides to stay quiet. He watches Taekwoon writing, blinking every now and then, his lips moving subconsciously while he scribbles down word (Hakyeon assumes) after word. The tip of his tongue appears in the corner of his mouth when he gives Hakyeon a short glance.

"Did you want something?"

Taekwoon doesn't sound irritated, he barely ever does. Hakyeon leans in and snatches the notepad from Taekwoon's hand, disregarding how Taekwoon's eyes widen momentarily before he puts it aside on the table. Hakyeon smiles and fights his way out from under Taekwoon's legs to lie down on top of him, chest to chest, and Taekwoon's arms come up to wrap around his waist.

"What if I was doing something important," Taekwoon says quietly when their noses bump together, locking eyes with Hakyeon.

Hakyeon only chuckles before he moves in, pressing their lips together and closing his eyes. He takes the hands pressing him closer by the small of his back as a sign that Taekwoon doesn't really mind.


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On a particularly rainy, and very early, Sunday morning, Hakyeon rolls over in bed, feeling the spot next to him still warm but empty of his favorite form in the world. He opens his eyes as little as possible and tries to spot Taekwoon, but it's too dark for him to make anything out properly. From behind him, he hears that quiet scribbling that he's, for many reasons, lately started thinking of as comforting. It means Taekwoon is there. He rolls over again and realizes the other is sitting right there, on the floor, leaning against Hakyeon's side of the bed. Hakyeon reaches out and combs his fingers through Taekwoon's hair.

"You should sleep," Taekwoon says before Hakyeon has the chance to, and he blinks slowly down at Taekwoon.

"You should too."

"Yeah, soon."

Hakyeon pouts tiredly and flops over on his stomach, nuzzling his face into what he can reach of Taekwoon's neck. Taekwoon flinches a little and puts his notepad down, turning his head a little to glance at Hakyeon, whose sleep-drunk eyes are falling closed again. A small smile grows on Taekwoon's lips at the sight and he gently pushes himself up from the floor, tapping the top of Hakyeon's head lightly to make him move over a little. Crawling in under the sheets, he feels Hakyeon curl up against his chest, skin hot against his own.

"You have work..," Hakyeon mumbles incoherently as he slips his hand in under Taekwoon's shirt, curling it around his waist.

"No, today's Sunday," Taekwoon smiles to himself and soothingly traces the tips of his fingers down Hakyeon's smooth neck.

The other says something that Taekwoon can't even hear before he drifts back to sleep, Taekwoon following soon after. In his sleep, his leg wraps protectively around Hakyeon's slim hip.

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"I missed my stop I'm gonna be late," Hakyeon's phone screen reads as he sits safely from the rain under the roof of the bus stop.

"But you usually only miss your stop when I'm there to distract you?? @.@"

"Yeah I know ^^"

Hakyeon looks confusedly at the emoticon at the end, looking up even more confused as he gets splashed by water when his own bus drives right past him.

When he comes home, his jeans still damp with dirty rain water, Taekwoon is crawled up on the couch, eating pasta out of a bowl. He looks up at Hakyeon and flashes a small smile.

"You missed your bus, I see."

Hakyeon makes a face before climbing out of his jeans and throwing them at Taekwoon, going back to their room to dig out a pair of sweatpants and put them on while stumbling back into the living room. A fork with two pieces of penne on it is pointed in his direction, Taekwoon's arm lazily reaching out over the couch.

"There's some for you in the kitchen if you want," he says distantly as Hakyeon closes his mouth around the fork.

Hakyeon replies by squeezing himself in between Taekwoon and the armrest, parting his lips and motioning for Taekwoon to feed him. Taekwoon only raises an eyebrow at him before he digs up another mouthful of pasta on the fork, feeding it to the other, and when Hakyeon leans in to kiss him on the cheek as thanks, Taekwoon realizes he's still really bad at hiding a blush.


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There's this one day where Taekwoon leaves his notepad on the table while he goes to fetch his cellphone, and Hakyeon sits on the counter eating cereal, eyes curiously traveling over to the batch of papers. He can't see what it says from where he's sitting, can only make out that there's words (read: a lot of words), a few of them filled in, some crossed out, some underlined. Looking up to confirm that Taekwoon isn't on his way back yet, he leans over a little to try and make something out. The moment the "Cha Hakyeon" at the top of the paper becomes clear to him, Taekwoon returns. Hakyeon looks up, surprised, and Taekwoon just freezes for a moment before he makes his way over to the table and turns the notepad upside down.

"Is it for me?" Hakyeon asks obliviously, Taekwoon rolling his eyes at him while reaching over to take the bowl of cereal from his hands and place it on the counter. Hakyeon pouts at him when he closes in, curling his hands around the curves of Hakyeon's thighs and pulling him in closer.

"Don't touch that, okay?" he mumbles, pressing light kisses up the line of Hakyeon's jaw, Hakyeon sighing and putting on a fake frown.

"Are you trying to change the subject..," he breathes out, but still drapes his arms over Taekwoon's broad shoulders.

The other chuckles, breath hot against a spot right beneath Hakyeon's ear and one of Taekwoon's hands slowly slide up the inside of his thigh.

"You don't mind."

And Hakyeon really doesn't.


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It happens, rarely but still, that Taekwoon wakes Hakyeon up in the middle of the night, the early morning, and at times even midday, pulling him closer to him without a word. The occasional "it was uncomfortable", or "my leg is falling asleep", is mumbled into Hakyeon's hair, but most of the time he just quietly laces his long fingers with Hakyeon's and runs his thumb over Hakyeon's knuckles until he falls back asleep.

"I love you," Hakyeon mumbles tiredly on this particular Tuesday morning as the alarm clock on the nightstand hits 01:21. Taekwoon's hand holds Hakyeon's a little tighter.

"I love you too."

A brief thought of how Taekwoon usually doesn't reply when he thinks Hakyeon is sleeptalking grazes Hakyeon's mind before he happily drifts off to sleep again.

Taekwoon lies awake for another hour or so, his eyelids heavy and his body tired, but he enjoys the feeling of Hakyeon's hair against his skin as he cards his fingers through Hakyeon's fringe far too much to sleep again just yet.


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The sun shines bright right onto Taekwoon's face as he turns over in bed one late morning, and he makes a small, irritated noise, burying his face in his pillow. Seconds later, he shoots up into a sitting position, blinking as he tries to make out what the alarm clock on the nightstand reads.

"I called you in sick three hours ago, it's okay.."

Hakyeon's voice is hoarse and quiet as his arms wrap around Taekwoon's torso reassuringly, and Taekwoon feels lips press against the nape of his neck.

"But I'm not sick," he says, voice tired from sleep. He doesn't even have to see Hakyeon's face to know how he's smiling.

"You're sick with a lovesick boyfriend."

Taekwoon turns in Hakyeon's arms, eyes still a tad cloudy from just waking up, and he has to hold back his grin when he blinks down at the other. The small wrinkles that appear under Hakyeon's eyes when he smiles grow even deeper in the mornings, eyebags puffy and soft-looking and Taekwoon push Hakyeon back down into the mattress, pressing kisses to his exposed shoulder to hide how big he's smiling.

"Did you call in sick as well? " he asks while he straddles Hakyeon's hips, Hakyeon's fingers curling into Taekwoon's t-shirt.

"I sent my boss a text from your phone," Hakyeon pauses to laugh quietly and sneak one hand in under the t-shirt to trace it up Taekwoon's stomach. "Telling her I had to stay home and take care of you. Because you're sick."

A smile plays at Taekwoon's lips as they nip on Hakyeon's neck.

"Good enough."


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How a few sheets of paper can weigh so heavily in your hand, Taekwoon would never understand. He glances up at Hakyeon sitting across the table, replying to a text while he absently picks at what's left of his dinner.

"Hakyeon-ah..," Taekwoon starts but falls silent again as Hakyeon's eyes lock with his.

"Hm?"

"I..," he fiddles with the folded papers before reaching them over the table. "You can read this now. If you want to."


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