Tag: brot6

chasang:

hakyeon: ages backwards

taekwoon: ages like fine wine

jaehwan: ages beautifully. more beautiful every year

wonshik: could probably pass for 30 since he was 17 but looking good

hongbin: has never aged, he looked the same when he was born and he will look the same when he dies

sanghyuk: not aging. just growing. always growing.

hongbin-centric ot6 soulmate au where hongbin doesn’t think he will ever find his soulmate but gets the shock of his life when its his five soulmates who finally find him

starcrossedsaints:

Once the group of giggling girls had finally cleared out of his office, Hongbin rings up the front desk to let them know he’s free for the next drop-in client. He sighs as he clears the empty, lipstick-stained plastic cups off his desk and into the bin underneath it. It feels like it’s been a long day for him, even though it’s barely two in the afternoon and he’s only seen about a dozen clients looking for their soulmate consultation fortunes from him. Maybe it’s the humidity; it always messes with his head and makes him unusually antsy.

The door opens slowly and he straightens up in his seat.

“Welcome,” Hongbin begins, and stops short when he catches sight of the man standing in the doorway.

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OT6 Hongbin-centric Gang AU please?

starcrossedsaints:

The drive over to the house was surprisingly quiet; the roads were empty at this hour and the radio was off, with nothing more than the sound of the engine rumbling and the loose change rattling every time Jaehwan drove over a bump in the road.

Hongbin leaned against the edge of the open window, letting the cool breeze rush through his hair, and inhaled.

The scent of the summer night and the brisk chill surrounded him, like a hug from a familiar friend.

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hello! a request for n-centric fic? preferably blondecha and the vixx members telling him how gorgeous he is and so much angstfluff pretty pretty please!! <3

starcrossedsaints:

Hakyeon jolted awake sometime that evening, momentarily disoriented. He sits up and rubs his cheek, feeling crease marks from the pillow he’d shoved under his face… hours earlier? It certainly wasn’t dark out when he fell asleep, and there certainly hadn’t been anybody home. He yawns, reaching up to scratch at his scalp, and then had to physically stop himself lest he ruin his freshly dyed hair.

There’s footsteps coming down the hall, and when he looks up, he sees Hongbin weaving around discarded bags and laundry baskets over to him.

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