Woooow... it's has been some time, hasn't it? I had exams so I have an excuse but I still feel bad so I write a really long, really fluffy N from VIXX x reader for TARDISpieandmore who I did promise to write again for. (I might write the Wei one but I want to get a range of groups done first x).

Now I don't really stan N so I'm sorry if it isn't up to your standards but hey, I'm a little rusty alright?

Hope you enjoy x

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“Ok, that’s all for today, make sure to clean up your area!”

You raised your voice slightly to be heard over the 30 chatting kids as they took their time packing up, after about 5 minutes of what seemed to be slow-motion clear up, you checked your watch and chuckled. This was cute, but you were mindful of the next class you have due in the next few minutes,

“Come on guys! Get a move on.” You shouted and the class of the young students froze at the realisation that you were onto them, you repeated the shooing motion only to be met with a chorus of groans and protests,

“But Miss L/n! We have Morris next.” One of your loudest students whined, almost stomping her foot in distress, you raised an eyebrow to quieten her down before addressing the class,

“Yeah well, as much as I would be over the moon to keep you from that old bag-,” some of the girls gasped and giggled behind their small hands, you winked at them, ”I have Year 5 due in a couple of minutes and you know how much they looove you second years. So scram!”

The eyes of the kids before you widened before they packed their stuff away at such a pace that you’d think that you had just suggested that school be cancelled for the rest of the year. Older classes historically hated younger classes because they are louder and more naïve, and generally, the drama teacher, Mr. Jung, liked the little ones much MUCH more. Of course it was mainly the female students who were the most annoyed about that.

Just as you were about to grab your own things, you heard a small throat clear behind you, turning, you were confronted by one of the smaller boys of the class holding something behind his back and avoiding your eyes. Just as you were about to ask what was wrong, he held out a red, slightly bashed but beautiful tulip,

“Seungcheol, what is this?” You asked, looking surprised at the six-year-old. The flower was clearly from a bunch and clipped cleanly at the bottom of the stem,

“Well Hansol and Seungkwan said that they liked you but I like you more so I asked my mummy if I could get you an early …Val-ay-tines… day present so I can beat them and then you can marry me.”

The small determined look in the eyes of the boy before you made you almost want to coo at the cuteness (along with the fact that he tried his hardest to learn the word Valentine) but alas, the future did not seem bright for you and this small suitor of yours. You reached forward and gently took the tulip from the grasp of Seungcheol who still seemed proud of his large range of vocabulary, and followed your every move as you inspected his present,

“We don’t want this little guy to get thirsty, now do we?” You said to the smaller boy after a few moments of looking at the pretty flower, completely ignoring the indirect proposal.

The second year blinked in confusion up at you and you smiled softly as you made your way around the desk to retrieve a clean paint pot,

“You see; flowers, and other plants like our friend here, need to drink a lot of water, and because you had him in your bag for a long time, he’ll be very thirsty by now,”

At that, Seungcheol’s eyes widened and he whispered a small,” Oh no!” before taking the offered cup from your hands and standing on his tip-toes to reach the sinks and fill it up, when that was done, you placed the flower inside and he sighed in relief.

“Thank you for the beautiful flower Seungcheol. You did a super job giving him a drink,” You said, ruffling his short hair,” I’m a little too old for you, and the other boys too. Maybe wait until you are a little older, now, don’t miss your next class!”

The student looked a little sad but felt better because he saved his tulip and Miss L/n liked it! He ran off to join the rest of the class, stopping to wave at you from the door,

“I promise that I will marry you when I am bigger!” He shouted before sprinting down the corridor, only when he left, did you allow yourself to burst into fits of laughter.

***

Coming out of your last class before lunch, you bumped into the infamous drama teacher (Mr. Jung) coming out of his Year 1 class with one of the smaller children still clutching at his trouser leg, you greeted him as you usually did and pointed down at the addition to his outfit, hiding your smile with your stack of folders. Taekwoon looked a little shocked (well, as shocked as Taekwoon could look) before crouching down to reach the small kid’s eye level (which meant practically sitting on the floor because of the huge expanse of legs he had) he gently convinced the boy to let go and join the rest of the class as they lined up to be collected by their main teacher. You both stood by as the small boy sprinted off to join his best friend, holding out her hand for him to take.

Taekwoon waved to him as a goodbye before gesturing for you to take the lead to the staffroom, dodging all the small students winding around your legs. You have known the other teacher for years and usually make the same journey on a daily basis before lunch, you talked about the Seungcheol incident with amusement until you made it to the only quiet room in the bustling school.

“The new time-tables are up today I think,” you heard you colleague mutter as you walked in to the familiar, white-washed room laced with posters of upcoming events and assemblies. You turned to look towards the noticeboard only to see it blocked by five tall pillars, checking out the board for themselves, you huffed as you struggled to see over the wide shoulders,

“Guys! Can you move over a bit? Your all so tall, well, except for Hakyeon of course.”

The offended subject turned and looked at you incredulously,” Shut up! I am the same height as Jaehwan!”

“Nah you’re definitely shorter,” you retorted, arms crossed, looking back up at him.

“Fight me Y/n.”

Hongbin turned to nudge Wonshik, “The arts are at it again.” He chuckled, Jaehwan looked offended at him,

“Hey! Music is an art!”

“Yeah but you never fight with Y/n,”

“Well art and music get along well. They flow together, both visually and audibly.”

“Meanwhile, dance and art well…,” Sanghyuk inputted,” Art always makes backdrops for the dance shows and never gets enough credit and to be brutally honest, out of the two,” He lowered his voice,” the students like Y/n waaaayyy more..”

“Don’t we all?” Muttered Taekwoon under his breath.

“I’m not surprised they are always at each other’s throats,” Hongbin whistled.

“Am I really the same size as Hakyeon?” Jaehwan speculated,” I’ve never properly measured myself against the rest of us. Have you guys?” The rest of them shook their heads and
Hakyeon snapped out of the argument to confirm their worries,

“I checked all of your medical records the first time Y/n called me short. Taekwoon and Wonshik are the tallest. 183cm to be exact.”

Taekwoon shuddered, turning to leave, only to be grabbed by Hakyeon by the back of his collar,

“Now now Taetae, I’m not finished with you yet,”

“Don’t call me that.”

Ignoring the comment, the dance teacher turned to gesture at one of the notices on the board,

“Valentine’s Fair is in a few weeks,”

Wonshik looked at him with a raised eyebrow,

“Yeah, what about it,”

“We need to take part of course,”

“But I have History help with some students,” Sanghyuk pouted,

“And I’ve got a cram class for maths and science,” Hongbin interjected,

“I’m probably going to be working with the junior choir,” Jaehwan threw in, now with one earphone tucked into his ear,

“I’m not doing it.” Said Taekwoon, still in the elder’s grip,

“Yes you are. All the teachers have to be there, lessons are cancelled. It says so right here,” he says pointing at the small text, the five other men groaned,

“So about our act,”

“ACT???” All the men, along with you, exclaimed,

“Well of course. I think we should do a song, it’ll be like graduation all over again! Same names. Same VIXX!”

Ignoring the dancer’s jazz hands and quick talking, you turned to Hongbin for an explanation, he grimaced and sighed,
“At the end of our last year in high school, Hakyeon wanted us to form a group of sorts to perform at graduation. We didn’t agree at first but he told the Principle and she thought it was a great idea so we had no choice,” Wonshik joined him,

“Yeah, we called ourselves VIXX and had stage names and stuff, well, except Hongbin. He didn’t submit a name in time.”

“I was ill!” he defended.

You were surprised, “Even Taekwoon oppa had a stage name?”

Sanghyuk nodded,” He was called Leo,” You giggled a little at how well suited the name was and asked for the rest of their names,

“I was Hyuk, Wonshik was Ravi, Jaehwan was Ken-“

“Like the Barbie character?” you asked, studying his features,

“No, like the Japanese actor,” You heard him say from beside you, looking mildly offended that you would suggest that he was anything like the plastic figurine both in looks and personality,

“Can I finish hyung? Anyway where was I? Oh yeah! So Hongbin was…well, Hongbin and Hakyeon was N.”

“N??? What kind of a weird name is that?” you asked looking up at him, but before he could answer you quickly quipped,” Well I suppose it works… because it is so short… like you.” You cackled as you walked off, leaving him fuming.

“Oh! And I’m totally changing all of your contact names on my phone!” You shouted over your shoulder as you left for lunch. Still baffled at the idea that your friends could sing. Some serious stalking was going to happen as soon as you got home.

N’s shoulders hunched as he scrunched his fists together before he sighed and leaned back against the noticeboard,

“I’m not sure how much longer I can do this,” he murmured, looking towards Leo who was fixing his (now creased) collar. The taller man stopped to give him a sympathetic look
and a small smile, leaving the other four men looking extremely confused,

“How much longer you can do what?” Hongbin asked, eyes furiously darting between the two oldest members of their group, N looked up surprised for a second, obviously previously unaware that the others were still around, before his resolve faded,

“Well, it’s about time you knew anyway I suppose. I’ve know you guys long enough,” He went to take a seat in the lounge area (biggest chair of course) and beckoned everyone else to sit down. Although they would usually be complaining about how much of a drama queen he was being, the sudden change in mood left them in a kind of stupor.

“As you all know, Taekwoon and I went to the same Arts University together,” they nodded,” well, Y/n was there too.”

The story went like this:

Y/n had been on the same arts department of Hakyeon and Taekwoon. She was a dedicated student who loved making art, she was known for being kind and always surrounded by her friends.

The this was, Y/n had been in a long-term relationship with her best-friend turned boyfriend, they were the couple that everybody knew and loved, and if they didn’t love them, they were just extremely jealous. And boy, people were jealous.

Especially Hakyeon.

The now dance teacher had been crushing on Y/n from the start of the year; he had fallen for her love of kids, her skill at art and the sheer determination in her eyes when she faced a challenge. He was devastated when he found out that she was in a committed relationship, he complained about it constantly to Leo and was usually found moping around the quads at lunch or late at night.

As Leo was actually one of her friends at the time, N made up countless schemes to use Leo as an inside man to break the wonder couple up so he could swoop in and save the day, but in the end he could never such a horrible thing like that to you.

Plus, Leo always shut his brilliant ideas down or simply refused to listen.

Y/n’s boyfriend was everything a girl could wish for, nice, funny, charming, handsome and loving. He made Y/n happy and Hakyeon thanked him in his head every day because of it, even though she didn’t really know him, he was just a friend of a friend.

The thing is, it turned out that the guy was never that great in the first place. It turned out that the literature major just wanted to get extra marks for his creative writing pieces and getting his work illustrated would do just that. But just like every University student, he was broke and without anyone willing to illustrate for free from the art department, he was also screwed.

Until Y/n blushed when he complimented her work one day.

And when his project was done, when the mark was in, he had no more need for her.

Of course it wasn’t just that. It never was. He was also seeing another girl, a dance major, at the same time.

She felt used, betrayed, hurt, confused and everything and nothing jumbled into one being. Her art grades dropped dramatically along with her trust in the people surrounding her.

She told Leo when they were at lunch, he was the only close friend she trusted because of his consistency, his calm smile and soft voice, the same soft voice that whispered reassuring words into her ear as she cried into his jumper later that day.

When he got back to the dorm, he told Hakyeon.

Who flipped.

Nobody really questioned why the ex turned up the next day with a black eye and busted lip. If anyone did, he couldn’t answer. He didn’t know who did it, they were just a shadow.

“I was a frickin’ Ninja.” N nodded to himself as he dropped out of story mode and looked up at his friends in front of him, unreadable looks plastered on their faces, Leo sighed at the childish description but stayed quiet,

“So you like Y/n still?” asked Hyuk, N nodded again,

“So why didn’t you get together with her?” Ravi questioned and N gave him a patronising look as if he was asking a stupid question,

“She lost faith in all guys who were her friends, so if someone who was her friend then became her boyfriend, she would be scared that the story would repeat itself. In addition to this, the guy was cheating on her with a DANCE major, like me. So it is stupid idea to even suggest trying to go out with her.”

“That is complete BS and you’d have to be an idiot not to know it.” Hongbin said from beside him, everyone agreeing in the background,” It has been years, hyung, and you aren’t friends enough to be friend-zoned, even if you had the guts to confess.”

“That is exactly what I said to him,” said Leo,

“Hongbin has a point, you do argue more than you talk.” Ken stated.

“So why haven’t you asked?” Ravi repeated and for once, Hakyeon paused and thought and was speechless. In the end he had no clue.

“I-I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want to hurt her like that guy did or something. Plus I’m pretty sure she hates me-“

“She doesn’t.” Leo said quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear. Thinking back, you were always so determined to get your marks higher that Hakyeon’s, be a better teacher, make the backdrop out-do the dancers on stage. But that was your way of showing your respect, and the amount of time you spent complaining about him to Leo had to be an example that this had to be more than a platonic feeling.

“W-what? She talks about me? Agh! I’m so confused…. What should I do?” Taekwoon sighed and shook his head from beside him but spoke up anyway,

“I hate to say it. But I have a plan.”

The Valentine’s Fair:

You manned the face-painting and fake tattoo stall feeling yourself going cross-eyed at the sheer number of hearts you have had to paint on a variety of students and teachers alike. When the rush calmed down (basically, as soon as the cake decorating section was opened up) you sat back to catch your breath. You looked you your side to see the almost identical packs of heart-shaped chocolates you received from Hansol and Seungkwan, recalling how the younger demanded that you be his “Girl,” during a rap he wrote for you and the older got flustered and pushed him over with a startled cry. You had told them off and they sheepishly apologised before asking for matching fake tattoos.

Now by yourself by your small stall, you felt a little lonely. Over the last few weeks, everyone had been busy preparing for this event so you hardly saw they rest of your friends except for staff meetings and pickup duties; the pre-lunch conversations with Leo were rushed and usually ended with the drama teacher excusing himself for “Rehearsals” which you were not allowed to attend for increasingly ridiculous reasons:

“No girls allowed.”

“Jaehwan is mourning the loss of his headphones. You don’t fit the funeral dress-code.”

“The room is being refurbished…”

“We are on a secret mission from the FBI.”

“Leo is on his period.”

“Hakyeon is having an allergic reaction to Jaehwan’s new parrot which he bought to commemorate his lost headphones.”

You had given up after those first few times and were now certain that they had been avoiding you, you’ve hardly argued with Hakyeon at all this past week. It was giving you a weird itch.

“How boring.” You muttered to yourself as you reached over and started painting designs and hearts on your arms to kill time, a habit you’ve had since a very young age. You were putting some glitter on one of your doodles when, without warning, the lights shut off, causing loads of children to scream and you to jump. This resulted in the entire contents of the glitter pot to dump onto your arm and lap,

“Oh Shi-,” You caught yourself before you could curse, glaring down at your arm which could rival Edward Cullen in the ‘Who looks the most like a disco ball?’ contest. And win.

Just as you were contemplating going to find a light-switch, a familiar voice boomed over the speakers near the school’s small stage,

“And now, Ladies and Gentlemen, the act you have all been waiting for…” The audience turned to face the voice’s source, some talking excitedly and others with confusion. The light suddenly came on, illuminating the stage in a light pink glow, revealing-

“VIXX!”

You stood up to watch as the music started, drawn to the middle of the crowd to take the whole image in. All six were standing in a line with the soft introduction playing in the background, feeling the rhythm. Unsurprisingly, N started:

(Love letter- Vixx)

Even if I’m not a good talker, please understand me
I will tell you all of the truth that I’ve been keeping

And the others joined in, first Hyuk and then the rest, the sound was soft and beautiful. Surprising you, as you knew how boisterous they could be.

Do you remember the day we first met?
Your pretty lips smiled at me

After that day, I was determined
That I never want to lose you from my embrace
That I will go till the end

Leo’s voice was as soft as you thought it would be, it was great but you didn’t know what he was wearing or how everyone else was reacting, you weren’t looking at him.

Saying I love you with words might not be enough but
Still I will confess to you today

I wanna be with you, always from a step behind you
Don’t forget there’s a person who will protect you

After I met you, I found something to do
It is to make you smile all day, every single day

Everytime that he opened his mouth to sing, even just one line, you had trouble finding the air to breathe, you didn’t know what was different. Maybe it was the way that he had been looking around for a while until he locked eyes on you, unlike the others, who recognised the audience, he paid them no thought.

Terrible showmanship.

But then again, you couldn’t find it in yourself to look away. To see the children calling your name for a tattoo or to answer any questions from surrounding parents. You blatantly ignored them all.

Terrible teaching.

There might be times when I’m really busy but
In my head, there are only thoughts of you

Saying I love you with words might not be enough but
Still I will confess to you today

When you tell me to cheer up
When your eyes are looking at me
Those things make me exist right now
I have nothing else to tell you but I love you

There was a moment where the guys on stage all stopped and looked toward Ken in a way that suggested that he forgot that his part was next, but the music teacher shook his head and pushed Hakyeon forward to sing. The Dancer’s eyes widened as he ripped his eyes away from yours for a second to look at Ken but in the end, he nodded and looked back at you to finish the song.

Walking to the edge of the stage slowly and dropping down to floor level, the crowd began moving away from him, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move, no matter how much you urged your feet to back away so you could process what was happening.

Thank you so much for waiting for me till the end
For looking at me without shaking
Lean on me, believe in my love
Let’s be together for always, forever

By this time, the only person you could think about was him, how close he was, forehead almost touching yours. All you could do was look up and focus on his eyes and voice, how real it all seemed. But it couldn’t be right? You hated each other. He hated you, you called him short and made fun of him whatever chance you got. And yet…

I love you, I need you.
I love you, I need you.
It’s only you for always

This was just a song, just a song for the Valentines Fair. Something pre-written that was mushy enough to be chosen for the occasion. Not for this. It felt like it though, and maybe just allowing yourself to get lost in the moment, in the obvious prank, maybe you could make it real. Just for a second.

You felt an arm around your waist and a chin resting on top of your head before the forehead finally connected to yours, gently. You’ve never been this close.

You wondered why.

Stay by my side, I’ll comfort you
Let’s love as if the world stopped like this

You looked away, just for a second, as moments of the past flashed across your vision but the hand on your waist moved to gently tilt your chin up and, though it sounds stupid written down, the look of knowing in his eyes shot the flashbacks down in an instant. You moved closer, chest against chest.

Thank you for being you

As the last notes rang out and faded over the hall, you became more aware of who was around you; parents, children, professionals. You dug down to find a reason to care, though, as it finally clicked.

This was real.

Hakyeon’s gaze hadn’t left yours and you could tell that he was waiting. Waiting to see what you would do next as if it would change everything. In that one look, it made you feel like he had been waiting for a long, long time and this was the make or break moment for him, for the both of you. That spark of hope in his gaze dwindled more and more for every beat after the silence of the music and the silence of the audience who only had eyes for the two of you.

And seeing that spark die hurt you so deeply.

So you stood on your tip-toes and closed the gap. It didn’t matter if anyone saw or not. You swore you felt a sigh against your lips as you pulled him in deeper and when you broke off, the look in his eyes was worth everything, even if you had been so dumb for not noticing before. You smiled and he smiled back, hands back on your waist almost gingerly while you held onto his arms.

You saw a hand pat Hakyeon on his shoulder and he hesitated for as long as he could before he turned away to look at Leo, with the other men in the background, who was holding out a bouquet of the prettiest flowers you had seen. The younger smiled at the two of you as he held it out and the both of you smiled back as N took the bunch.

He turned to face the audience, the dramatic edge to his voice was back,

“Now! Miss L/n! I have a question for you.” You looked at him confused while some whispered amongst themselves. He turned to face you, bouquet flourished towards you,

“Will you do me the honour of being my Valentine?

You felt your cheeks flush at the overwhelming attention you both were receiving so all you could do was look down and nod slightly and the sound that followed was deafening, cheers from all directions, in happiness.

“She said YES!!” You smiled up at the flamboyant man before you, gingerly taking the offered roses.

People spoke at you from everywhere and it was almost too much until you felt the familiar arms around you again. You smiled as you heard his voice,

“Nice Edward Cullen arms,” He chuckled as you hit his back,

“You’re lucky that you can sing so well,” you said as you rested your chin on his shoulder,” because, normally, I go for much taller guys.” You laughed along with him when you felt his chest vibrate against yours, you held up the roses to smell them.

You didn’t see N wink at the small crowd of boys standing not far off. Seungcheol stuck his tongue out at him and went to find Jeonghan, secretly pleased and content to see you so happy.

***

OMG I SWEAR I DID NOT BASE THIS FIC ON THE SONG, I JUST THOUGHT HALF WAY THROUGH THEY MIGHT PERFORM AND THE FIST LOVE SONG I COULD FIND FITTED THE PLOT SO WELL! Gosh am I lucky or what?

I bet Ken would constantly remind them that he got them together.
And yes I know this is nowhere NEAR Valentine's day. But do I care?
I hope I did the group justice! I also through in some Seventeen cus why not?

sorry for any spelling mistakes with the names.

Love you all! Have a nice summer x