“So what now?”

Hakyeon purses his lips. The sleeves of his black dress shirt are pushed up to his elbows, so when he leans his weight back on his arms, the muscles in his forearms flex under tan skin. He's so attractive. “So now you tell me why you've come here.” Hongbin opens his mouth to reply, but ends up having to close it again when he realizes he doesn't have an answer. , why did he come?

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A/N: long story short, this is a prime example of an intended drabble that got Way Out of Hand.

long story long, this has been in my head for a very extensive period of time, but of course I had to go through my regular routine:
     1) get an Idea.
     2) stubbornly refuse to give into Idea while thinking about all your unfinished works.
     3) be unable to focus on aforementioned unfinished works because Idea takes up all your limited brainspace.
     4) finally crumble under the pressure of Idea (with or without the bad influence of friends /side-eyes fujo/ ಠ_ಠ).
     5) promise yourself that it's only going to be a short one this time, just a couple hundred words, nothing more.
     6) watch in horror as the word count steadily climbs and the story spirals out of control.
     7) stare at Finally Finished Work and try not to cry.
     8) cry a lot.
I totally love writing. :))))) I really do. :)))))))))) totally. :))))))))))))))))))))

also, I don't even really know vixx all that well outside of their music videos and what my friends have told me and also watching hitmaker, so this is probably very out of character. not to mention the fact that the story is just overall very....... bad............... and honestly, just... just don't proceed. don't bother. stay away for your own good. leave while you still can. ಥ_ಥ

also also, I would not be even the slightest bit surprised to find that this has already been done before because I am super late to the party after having tried to fight this story for so long, but I just had to do it, I had to.

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