A series of short Christmas present VIXX fics with various pairings and ratings ranging from G to R.

Taekwoon is too much of a perfectly snarky smartass for Hakyeon’s stupid teenage girl-like taste in men.

To Hakyeon, he's the sweetest. To Taekwoon, he's wonderful. To Hongbin, he's the loveliest. To Wonshik, he's captivating. To Sanghyuk, he's irresistible. 

What exactly are you supposed to do when you bump into your ex-boyfriend thousands of kilometres away from where you both live?

“I love you so much that nothing can matter to me—not even you. Can you understand that? Only my love—not your answer. Not even your indifference.” (Ayn Rand - The Fountainhead)

“Are you asking me out?” Hakyeon asks, feeling his facial muscles contort into a grimace. He quickly reorganizes his features to seem less rude. “On a date?”

Hongbin dreads falling in love, but he feels more and more like there’s no way back this time.

Wonshik doesn’t know exactly when it started. He wonders what made him fall; what has pulled him to Taekwoon like they were the north and south poles of two magnets.

“Dear all,” Jaehwan said in an authoritative tone, “thank you for coming. What we are going to discuss today is a very sensitive, very important issue.” He tipped his chin up and took a deep breath before announcing, “The reason why we are here… is that I am irresistible.”

“Depending on how good you look,” Sanghyuk said, and when Hongbin looked up and into the mirror with his arms hooked into the straps of a hot pink bra, Sanghyuk’s reflection smirked at his own, “I might make a fake Tinder account for fun.” (third part added)

Taekwoon remembers the first time he met Wonshik as if it had only been yesterday, whereas, in fact, it happened almost 17 years ago.

“Good morning,” Taekwoon says, pressing a short kiss to Hongbin’s lips. He must have just shaved; his skin is smooth where it was prickly last night, the scent of his aftershave lotion still lingering there and mixing with his perfume.

"I... don't really know what you're expecting from me now," Wonshik mumbles, feeling like an idiot. "It's not like I have a ring in my back pocket or something. I don't even have a back pocket."

He is honestly, deeply, madly in love with Hakyeon, but at the moment, he hates life, hates everything and everyone in the world, even— no, he doesn’t hate Hakyeon, but he does hate the fact that Hakyeon is buzzing around him like an annoying fly, asking him what’s wrong and how he could help when Taekwoon doesn’t reply.

To say that Hongbin wasn’t a morning person was merely a euphemism.