#can you tell i want to ruin haechan yet

[hrts4doie]

(inspired by this tiktok lol)

can we talk about how haechan loves being manhandled… sometimes he’s so bratty the only way you can get him to listen is by force. nothing shuts him up faster than you pinning him down to the bed or pulling him by his hair. he loves when you’re rough with him, treating him like he’s nothing but a toy for you to use.

he’s a brat on purpose and you know it. constantly pushing your buttons, he wants to be forced to behave. forced to be good. when he crosses a line or runs his mouth a bit too much, a slap to the face puts him right back in his place. he wants nothing more than to be thrown around and fucked until he’s nothing but pliant beneath your hands, too far gone to even remember his own name. you love when he gets like that, so sweet and needy for you to do whatever you please to him.

#can you tell i want to ruin haechan yet #sub!haechan #sub haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #sub!nct #sub!idol #dom!reader #haechan hard thoughts #haechan hard hours #haechan #nct 127 smut

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream when they're dating their co-member's idol!sister! 

AN: I used NCT members as a whole in this one ??? because it's much funnier tbh and the case might be different (I already did Dreamies' sister ver). Also in this scenario, they're supposed to be in a secret relationship but was caught by Dispatch LOL (no NCT Wish yet, I'm sorry! Still haven't get to know them better ><) 

Mark Lee

LMAO. Doyoung wouldn't know how to feel when he learned that you've been dating Mark for YEARS. So the times you went to their dorm wasn't because of him, but because of Mark!?!?!? Plus you were CAUGHT by Dispatch, so that doubled his stress. Unfortunately, your brother loves Mark like a younger brother. So after a hefty interrogation with him, he gives you his blessings and was still bitter that you two hid it from him. He knows that Mark will take good care of you and wouldn't hurt you two. (Mark will be dead if he does so.)

Huang Renjun

Yangyang will feel BETRAYED because Renjun is dating you and he only found out through Dispatch. I mean, that's his best friend and sister! He was surprised that you two were sneaking behind his back, but he'll find it funny and cute, unexpected too because Renjun never shown interest about you. He would probably interrogate you first before dragging Renjun in the scene. Yangyang would probably be chill about it because he trusts Renjun so much, just be prepare for a numerous teasing and pulling the "i'm telling y/n" card on Renjun. 

Lee Jeno

OH it's going to be a tension. Yuta will be SHOCK and the funny thing was that, he was in Japan when he learned about you and Jeno. He probably sent YOU tons of messages and calls while you panic over your relationship being revealed. When you were not answering, Yuta resorted to Jeno who was much calmer than you. Actually, Yuta knows that Jeno's a good kid, he just wants to make sure that you're choosing the right guy, and you did! Jeno was very respectful during the call and even told Yuta that he'll take care of everything. Yuta was in relief but that doesn't excuse him to talk to Jeno personally when he went back to Korea.

Lee Donghyuck

Oh, the first thing Ten will say to Haechan, "are you sure?" he doesn't mind that you two are dating and that you two have been dating for MONTHS. Like the typical teasing brother he was, Ten will ask Haechan if you brainwashed him or something, and you just have to kick him right there. Haechan will find it funny that Ten wasn't mad at all and that he's actually quiet pretty chill, but still, he also want Ten's approval so he made quite a speech about how serious he is about you, and Ten will just whip up a smile and ruffle Haechan's hair.

Na Jaemin

Jungwoo loves Jaemin like a younger brother, so he doesn't know what to feel when he learned that Jaemin's dating you without telling him. And that's been going on for years! He was also worried because you might receive backlash, so he was surprise when you and Jaemin appeared in front of their dorm. It was an hour of serious talk between the two of them and you SWORE that you never saw your brother this serious. As soon as the talk ended, Jungwoo will return to his usual self and ended up asking you two about your love life like a gossipy auntie.

Zhong Chenle

Oh pookie. Johnny loves Chenle so much. Like that's his little brother right there! He'll be pretty chill when he learned that you two are dating but he'll be mad as hell because you two were exposed by Dispatch. He was worried that it might ruin your image so he called you and asked you about it! You assured him that you're fine and things are being settled. Johnny would probably tease you eventually and ask you how you two started dating lol. Catch Johnny calling Chenle, "brother-in-law" whenever the two of them meet. 

Park Jisung

How can Taeyong find out he's in the military. JOKE IM SO SORRY. But the moment Taeyong finds out that you're dating Jisung the first thing he'll think was "damn, both of them have matured." and second, "Fuck Dispatch." JK. Anyways, he would probably try to contact you first. Will ask if you're okay and that he heard the news. You'll apologize to him for hiding it and probably understands why you did it. Then he'll try chatting Jisung about it and will be SURPRISE that Jisung sent a long-ass message about it. That's when he realized that Jisung's genuine about you! He'll be sentimental and think that time flies so fast. 

#nct dream #nct dream fic #nct imagines #nct fic #nct x reader #nct #nct dream imagine #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct dream reactions #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct mark #nct jeno #nct renjun #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung

[tddyhyck]

fluffy bunny [ l.dh ]

pairings ⇢ haechan x afab!reader

word count ⇢ 3.3k

warnings ⇢ 18+, dom/sub dynamics, both haechan & reader are switches, pegging, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, strapless strap on, anal/rimming/fingering (male receiving), face sitting/riding, spanking, cum eating, snowballing/cum swapping, nipple play

nicknames ⇢ hyuck (baby, princess, bunny) / reader (daddy, baby)

playlist ⇢ espresso _ sabrina carpenter / sexy silk _ cumkitten / sugar rush _ bibi / want it all _ ashnikko

note ⇢ a wee bit obsessed with hyuck in the my melody jacket i can’t help it

masterlist

you’d been teasing him all day after waking up to him rutting against your thigh, hot breath puffing against your neck. you’d left him high and dry and extremely hard. pattering around the house in your my melody hoodie and his boxers sporting a damp patch of precum covering his hard member.

he’d come up behind you while you munched on your breakfast. fluff covered arms encircling your waist before grunting when he grinds against your ass.

“not yet baby,” you say calmly, tapping a finger on his hand.

“need you so bad.” his voice is light and airy when it hits your ears.

“wait a bit,” you say, turning to face him. “you can be patient, right princess?” he nods vigorously but you feel his cock pulsing against you, it’s sweet how needy he is.

“how long do i need to wait?” his eyes are big and pleading.

“hmm.” you tap his nose, thinking. “i dunno, maybe all day.” you smirk when he whines burying his head in your neck. you loved him when he got like this, needy and begging. he wasn’t normally like this; usually he was fighting you for dominance or winning the fight and taking control. but when he was like this, letting you take him how you wanted, it made your mind run wild.

he continued his horny begging game for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. you’d leave the room but watch around the corner to see him grind against his palm. stalking back over to him tutting at him for touching himself. he’d whine all over again hanging his head embarrassed but he still did it everytime.

“can i just touch it a little bit,” he mumbled, looking down at his cock while he lifted the hem of the hoody.

“not yet, told you to wait,” you replied, glancing at him over your phone. he stood in the doorway of your room. a glimpse of his tummy peaking out as he displayed his dirty boxers. you could tell he was painfully hard but that just made things more fun.

“hurts so much, need to cum,” he whined, wiggling his legs out of frustration as he stomped over to you.

“you keep working yourself up. look at the mess you made,” you nodded to his boxers. the patch of precum had grown slippery and wet over his slit.

“can’t help it,” he reached a finger down, swiping over the slick liquid. he brought the finger to his lips staring you down as he swirled his tongue lewdly tasting himself.

“you’re so gross,” you roll your eyes at him.

“but you like it,” he says. he rutted his hips up proudly showing off his cloth-covered cock to you.

“do i?” you quirked a brow before swiftly flicking a finger over the head of his cock. he doubled over whining from the touch. he felt like he was on fire.

“take them off, you've already ruined them.” you told him. he looked up at you with those big brown eyes. he stood upright and tugged the fabric down his legs so fast you almost missed the bob of his heavy cock.

“can you touch me now?” he gripped the hem again so as to not touch himself.

“i just did.”

“no please, like really touch me. want you to touch me, daddy.” he was playing the same games you were. and he knew what calling you that would make you do.

and that’s what you were doing now, thoughts about the boy spread out in front of you, dark and debauched. you rubbed down his legs before bending his knees dragging your nails down the exposed backs of his thighs. he shivered under your touch moving his hands from the sheets to hold his legs open for you.

he squirmed, the hair on his forehead and hood framing his face. whimpers filled the room as your nails dragged over his soft thighs; goosebumps prickling in your wake. the sheets bunched under his fingers gripping and releasing rhythmically.

“good boy,” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his hot skin. you slid your tongue against the skin before you pulled back and blew on the wet patch. he whimpered and choked when you bit at the flesh. sucking marks into his plush thighs, switching from right to left. bruises blossomed with bite marks littering against unblemished tan skin.

“please,” he mewled, just as your mouth hovered over his cock; hole on display for you.

“you’re so cute,” you muttered before dipping down to lap at his hole. he freezed whining long and loud the moment you made contact. his knuckles were white gripping to keep his legs up for you. you smirked, peaking up at him when you swirl your tongue. his eyes clamped shut but his jaw was slack, chest heaving from the lightest licks.

you sunk down deeper on the bed diving into him. hands smoothing over his tummy and hips making him relax under you. your tongue lapped at his rim and spit dribbled down his chin. prodding your muscle against his hole, you slipped your tongue inside. he whimpered above you, sweat trapping his hair to his forehead.

his sounds filled the room but your slurping was getting louder. your chin was wet and messy from slobber as you ate him out. his cock bobbed heavily, precum pooling onto his stomach with every flick of your tongue. curling the muscle inside him making him squirm. you couldn’t get enough of him, grinding against the bed, the plastic cock rubbing against your clit. moaning against him, the vibrations making his thighs shake around your head.

“you could cum just from my tongue,” you announced, pulling away from his slick hole. he whined, nails pressing into his skin.

you grinned down at him trailing a finger through the spit covering his rim. he shivered at the touch, his tummy swelled with wonder of what you would do next. reaching over him, tits falling into his face. his mouth chases you with his tongue out as you grab the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

releasing his thighs he moves quickly to grip your waist keeping you in place. suckling your nipple into his mouth making you mewl. you pet his head as he sucks and teases teeth over the hard bud. grinding down, he cries out when the faux cock rubs his untouched cock. his mouth falls open hot breaths against you as you continue moving.

“needy boy,” you smile leaning down to press your lips to his cheeks. the heat when you move away settling back between his legs.

he watches you intently, eyes following every movement as you pop the cap and squeeze the slippery substance on your finger. thumb rubbing against your finger warming the lube as your other hand pushes his legs back. whining when you slide a finger down his balls and over his perineum. your finger taps at his rim before pressing into him.

gasps fall from his lips as you curl your finger inside of him. slowly you begin moving your finger in and out. finding a steady pace, as you soothe your other hand over his shaking knees.

“oh my god,” he whines when you touch the spongy spot inside of him. you continue rubbing against the sweet spot that makes tears well in his eyes.

he wants to touch himself, you just know it. his hands reaching up before stopping himself by clenching his fists. his head spins with every flick of your wrist and it’s almost too much. the overwhelming desire to cum, bubbling in his tummy, but the burn of waiting feels so good.

“daddy,” he sobs when you push a second finger into him. his name for you lighting a fire in your chest. the need to please him overwhelmed you, making you flick your wrist faster. his knees quivered and toes curled as his clenching fist reached for you. obliging, you intertwined your fingers rubbing over his hand.

“want your cock,” he whimpered, tugging at your other arm that was still pumping into him.

“you think you’re ready?” cocking a brow at him. his face was tinted pink to match the fluffy hoodie he still wore. he nodded his head eagerly, brown locks bouncing with the hood. “beg.”

“need,” he moans, as you pull your fingers from him. puckering hole clenching around nothing politely asking for more. “you.” he finishes.

“want your cock.” he pauses, hand slithering avoiding his red cock. reaching down circling his own finger around his rim, head lolling back as he touches himself. “here. need you here.”

you stare as he pushes his own finger past his clenching hole he whines discontentedly. “ ‘s not enough.” sinking back on your heels you reach for the lube again. smothering the cock with it, you rut your hips fucking into your hands; thrusts match his fingers and he moans when he notices.

biting his lip watching you fuck into your fist. hyuck pulls his fingers out reaching up to press the button where the toy enters you. one click and a quiet buzz begins.

“fuck,” you groan. vibrations fluttering against your clit and filling your stretched cunt, clenching and sucking the toy in further.

“need you to feel it too, daddy,” he stared up at you longingly, a hand stroking the cock between your legs while his own bobbed heavily.

“such a sweet baby,” you coo, non sticky hand petting his head pulling the hood back up. the small bunny ears flop and frame his face. softly you push him back against the mattress and he lifts his legs for you.

“do not ruin this by cumming on it,” you say sternly pushing the hem of your hoodie up to his chest right beneath his nipples. he gulps and nods. the precum smeared over his stomach is just low enough to have avoided the fabric.

settling between him stroking your cock lining the head up with his hole. you reach to squeeze more lube over his balls watching it slip down over his hole before you press into him.

“daddy,” he garbles. you’re barely inside of him and his lashes are wet again. you press into him fully and he swallows all of you, hips chasing for more. you massage a hand around his balls as you begin to move your hips.

“so full,” voice raspy and soft.

“such a needy hole. begging for cock like a bitch,” you groan, squeezing the hand around him.

“your bitch,” he croaks. his words making you speed up fucking into him harsh and fast your thighs slapping against his.

“daddy’s little bitch, huh?” he nods erratically spit dribbling out of his mouth as you thrust particularly deep. “gonna make you a tshirt, baby.” you tease.

your hands roam his skin gripping it when your toy pulses perfectly inside of you. it makes your hips jerk and brush the head of the cock just so that his toes curl.

“soooo good,” he moans. the hem of the jacket drifts up as you thrust into him. tan skin peaking out deliciously. he cries when the stiff hem scrapes his nipples.

“aww baby,” you coo. “so sensitive.” you tug the material so it rubs against him again.

“is too much,” he mumbles, reaching to move the fabric but you stop him.

an evil smile graces your lips when you see his cock pulse. leaning over him, keeping rhythmic movements. unbuttoning the bottom clasp and flipping the material to see his brown nubs. you drag a finger around the skin and somehow it hardens more.

“no please. i’ll - it - i’ll cum,” he whines pathetically.

“well i guess you have to control yourself,” teasing him as you continue to fuck into him. his knees are drawing together and the fire in his belly already big and bright and he knows this will be the end. the moment you touch his nipples it will all spill out of him like a dam.

“can’t, daddy please,” he sobs. he’s such a sight, with tears on his flushed cheeks, pink bunny ears surrounding his face. his lip quivering with every drag of your hips. one hand weakly gripping your wrist the other still attempting to hold his legs back. it’s all you at this point and you can feel his knees spasm in your hands.

“don’t cum,” you whisper. he jolts when your fingers pinch the bud. the small of his back arching off the bed and cock bouncing up. he shudders doing his best to keep his orgasm from bubbling over.

“shit shit, daddy,” escapes his throat as you roll the nub in your fingers.

“aww princess don’t cum yet,” you tease. flicking his nipple with a devilish grin. he sobs cock jerking up, ready to spill.

“please daddy, was so good. i’m patient. waited all day.” he begs but it comes out garbled. each thrust into him has him choking on his words and your own pleasure builds in your stomach.

“you were very patient weren’t you,” he nodded in response.

“it’s gonna all come out, please. can’t help it,” he sniffles. you take pity on your cock drunk princess. pinching his nipple again before releasing it and he sighs in both relief and disappointment.

you don’t let him linger on it using both hands to push his legs open and back. fucking into him roughly, little whimpers spilling out of his mouth. his eyes are shut focusing on holding himself back. it gives you the chance to sneak your head over his chest before you tongue at his overly sensitive nipple.

“no no, unuhn, no,” he pleads. you just look up at him mischievously.

“cum for daddy.” you mutter against his skin. closing your lips around the nub teeth grazing it making him cry out.

“ffffuck,” he shakes, orgasm sweeping over him. you pull back to watch. his hips rutting as cum shoots up over his chest in thick ropes. the hot white in his belly doesn’t stop while you continue the motion of your hips. every drag spurting more cum onto his tummy up to his nipples. he’s such a sight, a thick layer of sweat over his entire body, eyes rolled back with a wide open mouth. you slow down as his hips jerk dryly.

“so good for me,” the praises pour from your lips like water. “you did so well.” he sighs, looking up at you peacefully and sleepily.

“you fuck me,” voice rough and gravely as he pauses when you pull out of him. “so fucking good.” he whines as he clenches emptily.

“you came so much for me,” your finger trails in his cum collecting it on your fingers drawing crude hearts with it. he grabs your wrist and lifts your fingers to his lips. you curse as he swirls his tongue around tasting himself.

“you’re so nasty,” you murmur, before leaning down and slurping over his chest. tongue collecting his cum into your mouth.

it’s gross and messy when you lift your head cum swirling in your mouth before tugging his jaw down and opening his mouth. his tongue hangs out waiting for your delivery. slowly, you part your lips cum dribbling down and onto his tongue as he laps at your lips. pressing your lips to his swapping the cum between your lips with lewd slurping sounds.

the kiss is deep and hot, his lips moving in tandem with yours. when you pull away spit and cum connect your lips and it has gathered on the corner of his mouth.

you gasp when he grabs your hips harshly tugging you to him.

“lemme do you now,” he rasps, winding a hand between you to turn off the slowly pulsing toy. you moan into his mouth when he pulls it from your cunt. slick spreads over the toy as he glides it between your lips and over your clit. he pulls it up staring into your eyes as he takes the toy in his mouth moaning as he tastes you.

“taste so fucking good come here,” he groans tossing the toy aside and leaning back as he tugs you up his body. you look at him confused and he just rolls his eyes continuing to pull you over his body.

“if you don’t sit on my face i’ll cry,” he announces.

“you were crying so prettily ten minutes ago,” you giggled, but the hand slapping your ass shuts you up. you shimmy over his chest, looking down for confirmation and he nods happily and pushes you to rest on his face.

“fuck, i can die here,” he mutters against your thigh before licking over your cunt. you groan when his tongue flicks on your clit. his hands creep around your thighs to pull you even closer to him as his mouth engulfs you. hot breath puffing as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

“holy shit,” you whimper, looking down to see him already looking back at you. menacing eyes peeking from beneath you and the bunny ears still lay on the top of his head.

skilled flicks of his tongue leave you quivering over him, tummy flipping. you can already feel the pleasure coming closer, building over the time you spent inside of him. now his tongue is prodding inside of you, pressing firmly into your hole. you want to roll your hips, bounce against his wet muscle but shyness overtakes you. it’s like he notices, trying to hold you closer to him and lifting his head to press his nose against your clit, but he pulls away not even a second before you can feel him.

“i want you to ride my face, not hover, not even sit. fucking grind on my tongue.” his voice comes out wet and hoarse, before he tugs you down on him. you listen this time rolling your hips with his tongue. groaning out, you reach for his hair tugging at the messy curls. he continues lapping at your cunt, sloppy and messy, lewd slurping fills your ears.

the hot burn in your belly washes over you and you can’t stop your hips from jerking against his hot mouth.

“so close,” you moan out. his hand snakes around your stomach reaching for your nipples, twisting and tugging the bud in his fingers.

“cum on my face,” it comes out garbled and even sexier than any other time he’s told you. the heat floods you as you cum, mouth wide, silent moans trying to slip out. his tongue stays on your swollen clit, movements continuing even as you shake against him. pleading whimpers begging him to stop going unheard.

“too much,” you squirm over him but he grips your hips tighter, sucking you into him. your orgasm barely fading before he’s pushing you into another, tears welling in your eyes. the feeling of his hot mouth was too much, you felt surrounded by him and you couldn’t escape the pleasure. you lifted onto your knees weakly trying to pull away and he released you, mouth ghosting over you as you pulled back.

“swear your pussy is the 8th wonder of the world.” he peers up at you, the lower half of his face is shiny with your juices and his spit. but he looks so pretty. “taste so good.” he says, dragging a finger over you making you shake again. he swirls it in his mouth moaning at the taste.

“fuck, no more,” you whine attempting to roll off of him.

“i feel like you deserve a taste of your own medicine,” he grins, watching settle on the bed. you keep your legs apart not wanting any pressure on your cunt.

“you act like you didn’t love it.” you roll your eyes as he sits up on his elbow. the hood is falling slightly but the bunny ears still flop cutely around his head.

“i did, i do. but i love being mean to you.” he pouts quickly, slapping a hand over your exposed cunt. you groan, throwing your head back as the sting fills your lower half.

“hate you.”

“who me,” he fakes, shocked. “your little fluffy bunny?”

“such a pretty fluffy bunny,” you coo petting his hood and playing with the bunny ears.

© tddyhyck

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[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 18 — TOYS

PAIRING: haechan x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, use of toys (vibrator, hand cuffs, and dildo), mutual masturbation, usage of nicknames, haechan is a perv and so are you.

WC: 1.3k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! hyuck and @jaeminvore never fail to make me go feral istg, i hope you all enjoy reading this :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

✎ kinktober masterlist

“If you wanted it so much then you could have just asked for it, sweetheart.”

The voice snapped you out of your daze, eyes opening to see a very smug smile plastered onto your roommate’s face, having caught you in the act of pleasuring yourself with what? A mere vibrator.

You were beyond embarrassed, also frozen as you did not expect to see him back at your shared apartment so early. He was solid two hours early as per his usual schedule, which gave you the perfect opportunity to play with yourself in the privacy of your room, not caring about being loud whenever he was out.

Problem? It was your roommate you always fantasized about while giving attention to your needy cunt, he was irresistibly attractive, and so was your insatiable need to have him, yet you couldn’t quite go to tell him the same, to maintain the decorum of being roommates and all.

Now, Haechan wasn’t a saint by any means. He had lost the count of times he had successfully stolen your panties (especially your white lace ones with the small bow in the middle), from the laundry basket, using the already soiled cloth to jerk off, wrapping it around his cock, his cum straining it further (but you did not need to know about that).

He too was equally as depraved when it came to fantasies—you being the reason and root of the core for the majority of his fantasies at least.

So, when he returned home early, only to hear your sweet moans lingering in the air, he knew he had to take his chances and intrude in hopes of catching you in the act.

What he did not expect, however, was to hear you whimper out his name with your eyes closed, legs spread enough to give him the clearest view of your wetness, along with the pink vibrator which you had been using to stimulate your swollen clit.

That’s exactly when he said that sentence, making you halt your movements altogether, yours legs closing with panic when he took a step inside the room.

“Though, I’m really offended if you think that a measly little vibrator will make you feel half as good as I can,” he spoke up, clicking his tongue before pushing it against his inner cheek, something he did when he was annoyed, or feigned annoyance if you take the current situation into consideration.

“Fuck! Hyuck, I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t know y—you’d be home,” you stated rambling, covering yourself up by side, avoiding eye contact at all costs, but he was quick to chuckle hearing your sentence.

“Shh, darling. You should be happy I’m here to help now. And since I’m so generous, I’ll be keeping the punishment time short,” he mused with amusement, yet you could see the glimpse of darkness in his eyes, swarmed with the desire he’s been holding back all this while.

You gulped, your hands barely hiding your tits as Hyuck shamelessly gave your body a once over, mumbling pretty under his breath.

“What do you mean? P—punishment?” You whispered, and Hyuck could have sworn the sight of you being confused and breathless made him want to ruin you.

He walked closer, leaning against your bed and closing the distance between you two, lips brushing against each other in a gentle caress, which sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel just how soft his lips felt, and you hadn’t even kissed him.

“So fucking cute,” he chuckled, “now be a good girl and open your legs for me if you wanna be fucked properly,” he whispered, his warm hand resting on your thigh, parting them and you gasped when the sudden gust of cold air hit your wetness.

“Fucked? Wait, Hyuck what?” You mumbled, lips on the verge of touching his and your heart felt weaker than ever.

“Just follow what I say, yeah?” He raised his brows, nodding and you found yourself in a daze, nodding back.

Then he leaned back, not giving you the kiss you were so desperately waiting for, rather, he bent down to get a box from below your bed, your eyes widening because Hyuck was not supposed to know where you hid your box of sex toys.

“Be good and you’ll get what you want, baby,” he smirked, seeing how innocent you looked, especially when he handcuffed your hands to the bedpost, getting your blue vibrating dildo out and keeping it beside you.

Your eyes were fixated on his figure, your breath hitching when he took off his T-shirt in one go, exposing his pretty melanin and the faintest abs, which was probably the prettiest sight you had even seen.

He then sat down on the couch right in front of your bed, spreading his legs as he sat, hand resting on his hardening cock. The print of his length was visible through his shorts, your mouth open and dry as the thoughts of wanting to have him in your mouth took over.

“Get that toy, baby. Let me see you pleasure yourself,” he urged, voice sultry and eyes hooded.

“Wait—you won’t touch me?” You asked, sitting with your one wrist cuffed, disappointment clear in your voice.

“So eager to be touched by me, sweetheart? First show me how much you want it,” he said, palming his cock through his pants.

Your body felt warm. Hyuck’s aura was strong, his gaze even stronger and you found yourself following his directions simply because you wanted to be good for him, your subspace pulling you right in.

“C’mon, baby. Show me how you use that dildo, and think of me while you do it,” he commanded.

You picked it up from your free hand, shyly spreading your legs to make space for it, switching it on and rubbing it all over your wet folds, eyes closing as you thought about Hyuck’s tongue, wanting it to replace the toy.

“Hyuck,” you whispered, the toy prodding at your entrance.

“Fuck,” he bit his lip, the sight in front of him was lewd yet the most innocent thing ever, he couldn’t help but get rid of his shorts, stroking his fully hardened cock now.

“Good girl, put it in your tight little cunt,” he said.

You nodded, eyes still closed and breathing ragged, a low moan leaving your lips, which caused Hyuck’s cock to twitch as you pushed the vibrating phallic in you, thighs closing and opening again at the sensation.

A whine of his name left your mouth again, and he could have sworn it was the prettiest sound he had ever heard. You continued your ministrations, leaving the dildo in your cunt and pressing a small vibrator on your clit, doubling the feeling of your unadulterated pleasure, your eyes watering when you saw him fucking his fist at the sight of you touching yourself.

It was too hot for you to handle.

“Yes, baby. Let go for me,” he whispered, watching your body shake and a tear falling down your cheek.

That’s it, that was your punishment—watching Hyuck touch himself but not touching you, which left you frustrated.

An irritated sound left your lips, causing him to chuckle and approach you again.

“What’s wrong, darling? Not satisfied?” He asked, mocking you.

“Please,” you said in a small voice.

“Hm?” He asked, urging you to speak louder.

“Please touch me—fuck me,” you begged, surprising yourself as you had never been this desperate before, your body shivering as it ached for him.

His eyes darkened, his carnal desires taking over, “I hope you’re ready to be fucked all night, darling,” he said, voice deep and promising.

That’s all he said before capturing your lips into a deep kiss, pulling you closer by your neck, your knees weaker than ever as he bit your lower lip, making you go feral with just one action.

Oh you so knew it was going to be a long (and adventurous) night.

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happier | lee haechan, lee jeno

title: happier (finale) | part two | masterlist

pairing: lee haechan x oc/fem reader, lee jeno x fem!oc/reader | side member: huang renjun

genre: song-fic, (light) angst, smut, fluff, lovers to exes to ?, friends to fwb to ? | requested and inspired by happier by olivia rodrigo (and 1 step forward, 3 steps back and favorite crime)

warnings: angst, implied past bullying and depression, one mention of vomiting but no mention of an eating disorder, smut, sex with multiple partners (not all together), protected and unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, jealous ‘sex’ (not rough), thigh riding, mainly written from haechan’s pov.

summary: Haechan can’t live with the weight of losing her forever, he can live even less with the fear that she might be happier with Jeno. He wonders if he’s still in time to fix what he tore apart or if he’ll have to pay the price for what he did forever.

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a/n: can’t believe this series came to an end :( I’m sorry if I made you wait so long for this but I didn’t want to ruin everything by rushing it. Compared to the others it follows the song a bit less since there’s more plot. I hope you’ll like it, but I know there will be divided opinions about the ending so I’m curious to know your opinions! Let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks ♡ Also I’m not sure all the tags worked, it kept finding or not finding certain accounts based on where I put them, so I’m sorry if you’re not actually tagged, it did the same with the taglist in the masterlist and I don’t know what’s the problem.

It had been almost a year since they broke up and Haechan should’ve been the last one to feel this way. Yet, here he was. Broken. 

It had taken him time, too much time, to realize what he had lost and all the pain he had put her through, and now the guilt was eating him alive. 

Haechan truly thought he didn’t love her anymore. He thought that his heart was detached from everything that had happened between them and all she used to mean to him. But he was hit by the realization when she started to show up with their group of friends at Jeno’s side. 

It wasn’t even when Jeno started to drag her along again, his doubts started to creep in long before that. It was like Renjun got off seeing him suffer and loved to remind him every second how happy she was without him. His friend was smart, he never brought her up straightforwardly, not while he was talking directly to him. But Renjun kept saying how happy she was, how more beautiful she looked, how it looked like she had found peace. 

For a while, he thought Renjun was lying, that she couldn’t be happier without him. But apparently, she was. 

Haechan started to suspect something was going on between her and Jeno when his best friend started spending his day on the phone, always with a dumb smile on his face. And Haechan wanted to fight him so badly but he knew he had no right to get in between their happiness. 

Haechan had fucked it up. And there was nothing he could do to fix it. 

He could only sit in silence and try to don’t boil in anger every time she sat on top of Jeno when they hung out all together. 

“You okay?” He could hear Jeno whisper, his chin resting on her shoulder as he smiled at her. And Haechan felt a twinge in his chest when she looked down at him, nose scrunching up, smiling at him and telling him she was fine. 

That was his place. 

Or maybe not, because now that he thought about it, he never asked her if she was okay or if his friends were overwhelming. Now that he thought about it, he never let her sit on his lap, and caressed her hands, because he couldn’t stand being so close in front of his friend, too busy thinking about their judgment than thinking about loving her. 

Haechan couldn’t help but be tormented by them. She truly was shining, and Jeno was so sweet with her, he couldn’t stop wondering if she had forgotten about him and what had been between them. 

And when their eyes met for a second and he couldn’t see her familiar gaze anymore, he wondered; did it mean she forgot about him? 

And Jeno probably spent days telling her she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and that was what she deserved. But Haechan couldn’t stand the idea that she told the same to him. 

He couldn’t stand that she did the same things she used to do with him. 

She loved seeing Jeno dancing. From the stage, Haechan couldn’t help but look at her only to be disappointed because her attention wasn’t on him. 

And when the show ended she ran to Jeno and not to him. They didn’t kiss, not on the lips, at least, but the way she hugged him tight and kissed his cheek was enough to make his heart fall on the floor and let an elephant step on it. 

She complimented his smile way too much. And Haechan could only think about their evenings spent together, when she would lay on top of him and poke his cheeks, kissing his lips softly before telling him how much she loved his smile. He couldn’t believe that maybe she was doing the same with Jeno, that she was tangled up in someone’s bed and that was all his fault. 

Every time they were together it got a bit worse, they were always closer with each passing day. Physically with light touches. And mentally, finishing each other sentences, and laughing at the same jokes. 

It shouldn’t have fazed him, but Haechan felt his stomach twist every time. He hurt himself even more wondering how serious their story was getting. Was Jeno seducing her with the ‘eternal love bullshit’ he never believed in? Or were they just playing around? He didn’t think it was a way to make him jealous, but was it necessary to act like that in front of him? Acting as if he wasn’t there. Acting as if he never existed. 

And Haechan tried to find flaws in Jeno, trying to hate every good thing about his best friend just so that he could sleep at night. But he couldn’t find it, he knew him, and he could, unfortunately, see how happy Jeno made her. 

Haechan tried to hold back the bitter, disgusted grin on his lips every time he saw her laugh or smile at his words. He wondered if Jeno gave her butterflies, if Jeno made her feel a bit of what he made her feel, if her heart beat just as loud as it did when they were together and if she ever showed him her real laugh. But the more he cut them apart the more he only got one answer, an answer he didn’t like. 

Jeno gave her butterflies. 

Haechan tried to move on, find other girls after Bora — no, it didn’t work out because Bora wasn’t her, because she couldn’t get him, because she couldn’t understand him the way she did. 

And no other one-night stand could fill the void he felt in his chest. It wasn’t about sex. It wasn’t about a brief sparkle of happiness. It was about love. It was about the person of his life, then one he lost because he put foolish things before her. 

Days started blending into nights as he tried to find another reason to wake up every day and move on with his life. He felt like shit, the bags under his eyes getting darker and his cheeks getting hollow as the food in his plate dimmed more and more. 

He was once again falling into the hole she got him out of. And he needed her. But not because he needed saving, not because he could leave her again once he was out of that, he needed her because he loved her. If things cracked in their last months together he realized that the so-called ‘freedom’ he wanted to have was nothing compared to having her. 

He thought he needed to mirror himself in somebody that was like him but he didn’t realize that the reflection in the mirror that was distorted and he couldn’t recognize anymore was his, and not hers. 

He needed to change. He needed to be better. He needed to grow. 

Because she was still there. 

With her comforting smiles. And her little clumsy dance steps. And her passion for history. And her flowy dresses she loved twirling around. 

She was his reason, not because he was crawling on the floor again, but because nobody else could ever take her place. 

So, he was getting on his knees, begging for forgiveness, low eyes staring down at the rug in front of her door because he couldn’t find the strength to see the disappointment in her eyes. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Her venous voice was enough to hurt him, to hit him straight into his heart like an arrow, not a Cupid one but a hate arrow, piercing him, making him bleed. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” he confessed, voice so low she could barely hear what he was saying. 

“Do what?” She asked, staring at him, feeling her heart twist when he lifted his head and his eyes were red and glossy, and tears were streaking down his face. 

“I can’t be without you anymore.” 

She snorted before slamming the door close, but his hand was faster at blocking it, his broken eyes silently begging her for another chance. 

“Don’t,” she warned, glaring at him, voice cutting in her throat. 

“Please, please, just one more chance,” he begged, voice broken, lips shaking and she had to close her eyes because she wasn’t going to let him have so much power over her ever again. 

“I don’t need your crocodile tears, Haechan,” she replied, trying to push the door close, but he was stronger than her and she could only give up. 

“I’m honest, now. I lied to you enough, and look where it led us,” he said, staring into her eyes, showing her that he had never been more honest than this. 

“Quick, tell me what you want, and then leave.” 

“I want you back,” he said forwardly, and the look in her eyes should’ve made him take a step back, or maybe run away immediately, but he didn’t. Haechan could see she was mad, but he had to try. “I was an asshole. Now I know. I should’ve seen what I had when I had you. I should’ve paid you attention. I should’ve cherished you and yet I took you for granted.” 

“And that’s not my problem,” she replied sternly. 

“I was too dumb, I was so focused on me and my dreams that I forgot you were part of my dreams too.” 

“You’re only mad because I’m not yours anymore. You hate seeing me happy with someone else, you hate that I’m happier with Jeno than I’ve ever been happy with you.” 

His lips started shaking. “That’s not true,” he mumbled. “You’re not happier. I know you’re not. You can’t be happier with him.” 

“Why not?” She asked, daring him. “What have you done for me in the last year, Haechan? I was like a toy for you, sitting nicely on one of your shelves, covered in dust, and broken, and instead of taking care of me, instead of treating me right, you went and bought another toy. And what a shame, it turned out it didn’t work, too.” 

“It didn’t work because she wasn’t you, no one else will ever be you.” 

She sighed deeply, trying to push back the tears, Haechan could see she was close to crying, she would always squeeze her eyes and nervously pinch the skin on her hand, he never got why, though. “See, that’s the thing with you, you think everybody owes you something. You think you can come here, cry a little, scream about how special I was, and everything will go back to normal as if nothing happened.” 

“But —”

“No, let me talk,” she stopped him, tone stern, leaving no space to retort. “Being with you it’s a fucking roller coaster. It’s always one step forward and three steps back. I don’t know if you love me, want me, hate me, I don’t know. I have no idea what will strike a nerve and get you mad.” 

“I know what I want now, I know I want you,” he replied, trying to reach for her but she stepped back. 

“And have you wondered if you are the one that I want? You got me — you — fuck,” she cursed, clenching her fist, and throwing her head back. “You got me so fucked up in the head. You have no idea how much you made me doubt myself. I couldn’t see myself beautiful anymore, I hated my face, I hated my body. I thought I was unfunny. I thought I wasn’t smart. And,” she sighed, wiping away the tears that were rolling down her face. “I hate you, and I hate myself so much because I gave you so much power. I let you take away everything of me.” 

“I can fix it. I know you felt like shit too since we’ve broken up. I know you miss it. Please,” he begged. Even though he felt unworthy, and guilty for all the things he said and did. 

“It’s so easy for you,” she whispered. Going back in time hurt now, she was healing, slowly, but she was moving forward, and he was once again making her go back in the line of their story. “It’s back and forth with you. It’s a continuous push and pull that drove me insane. Every time wondering if I did something wrong, or maybe it was all your fault. But I never blamed you, I never thought that you were the problem in our story. I always blamed myself. And you have no idea how much that broke me.”

“No, I’ll do anything to prove to you how much I love you. I can mend your broken heart, I will give you mine if it’s what it would take to fix you.” 

She lowered her head, and he couldn’t see her face, but he knew she was biting her lip to stop the sobs from rolling out. 

“Remember what I promised you? What we promised each other? That we’d never part because we fit so well with each other and nobody else could come close to that.” 

She chuckled bitterly, “I wasn’t the one breaking that promise apart.” 

“I know, I’m not blaming you. It’s my fault, I was immature, I hurt you so bad. But I won’t do it again. I won’t break your heart again. I won’t make you feel like you’re not enough.” 

“I just don’t get it. You had me in the palm of your hand, Haechan. I was right there, I would’ve never left. All you had to do was stay by my side and love me, and you didn’t. You left me the second I wasn’t as interesting anymore, the second I felt like a habit, an old one that you hate. How can I be sure you won’t do it again? How can I be sure there won’t be another Bora?” 

“I’ll prove it to you. Test me. Do whatever you want.” 

She shook her head. “I don’t want us to become toxic,” she said. “I don’t want to truly be the psycho-obsessed girlfriend that you always believed I was, because I wasn’t, and I’m not. I need to trust you, and if I started doubting that, it was because you gave me a reason.” 

“Then how can I gain your trust again?” 

She sniffled, resting against the door, feeling too tired to do this anymore. She looked at him. She couldn’t give him another chance.��

“Work for it,” she replied weakly. “Prove me you care for me. Prove me you love me still. Do all the things you never did when we were together. Show me that you won’t turn to look at somebody else the first second I won’t be at my best.”

His eyes lit up, and he took a step forward but she stopped him. 

“We’re not back together, Haechan,” she said sternly. “You have to woo me. You need to make me fall in love again, because right now, I don’t love you anymore.” 

And those were the last words she said before closing the door, leaving him outside with the wind blowing on his face. 

I don’t love you anymore. 

That tore him apart. But if he made her fall once, he was going to make her fall twice.  

And Haechan didn’t waste time. 

The first thing that he did was send a bouquet of flowers to her place. He picked out her favorite flowers and also wrote a note with the lyrics of her favorite song. He wanted to give them to her, to see her reaction, but he decided to leave them out of her door, sure she would’ve loved the surprise after coming back from work. 

And it worked. 

She didn’t mean to be so happy about it but her heart flipped in her chest when she saw the flower lying there. 

Then one morning when she was leaving for work she found a heart-shaped package full of chocolate on her car and a small note saying ‘With the hope that your day will be just as sweet.’ 

“No, why am I smiling like this, damn,” she cursed, opening the car door to get in, trying to calm her heartbeat. She surely loved the attention and nothing else. Haechan was long gone in the past and this was just her revenge to make him believe that he had a chance of taking her back. So she dropped the chocolates in the backseat and drove off to work, hoping to leave him behind. 

But Haechan was firm. He had lost her once, he wasn’t going to make it happen twice. So he texted her a lot, telling her that a song on the radio reminded him of her, or sending her a video he found online sure that she was going to laugh, he even started sending her good morning and good night texts. 

Haechan wasn’t even hurt that sometimes she didn’t answer, at least she wasn’t blocking him so that had to be good news, right? She had told him he was under a test and he wasn’t going to fail. 

“Hi,” he cheered, waiting for her outside of work. 

“Jesus, you scared me,” she replied, holding a hand on her chest and taking a deep breath while glaring at him. “What are you doing here?” 

Haechan didn’t answer, he only lifted two tickets in his hands, waving them in front of her face. 

“What are those?” She asked, starting to walk to reach the metro, but Haechan pulled her back, hands reaching for her wrist before she could slip away. 

“There’s a Van Gogh exhibition in town. It’s for the 170 anniversary of his birth,” he explained, watching her eyes light up just hearing the name of the painter. She couldn’t say no, he was one of her top artists ever and she had told him countless times how badly she wanted to see his works. 

“That’s — that’s so unfair,” she muttered, hugging her body after pulling away from his hold. 

“You act as if I can infect you or something,” he replied annoyed. 

“I just don’t want you to get too close to me, I know you and your…” she sighed. “Don’t get your hopes high. I’m only coming because I’m selfish and I want to watch the exhibit.” 

But Haechan couldn’t care, it was a win for him anyway. He got to spend time with her and make her live an experience she wasn’t going to forget easily. 

“So you are in?” He still asked, eyes lighting up in anticipation, watching her lips twitch as usual when she tried to hide her excitement. 

“Yes, and let’s go before I change my mind.”  

He let out a little cheer of victory before turning around and starting to walk toward the right metro that would’ve let them to the exposition. Fighting the urge to reach for her hand was hard but he couldn’t risk it now with bold moves that would’ve only scared her away. 

“So, how was your day?” He asked, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans, if they were physically restricted he couldn’t do anything dumb. 

“Good,” her answer was quick, almost stern if he wanted to look into it, and it made his heart clench. 

“Can we not?” He asked, glimpsing at her. Hair flying in the air, eyes slightly narrowed, forming a cute furrow on her face as she tried to don’t let the wind bother her sight. But her features weren’t relaxed only because of the weather, he could feel the negativity come out of her. 

“Do what?” 

“Your answer and you being so distant to me.” 

She sighed. “How can you expect any different? Try to appreciate I didn’t tell you to fuck off as soon as I saw you.” 

Haechan didn’t answer, it was better than nothing but it wasn’t what he wanted, and he probably liked the silence of his phone not buzzing back when he sent a text over the silence she was reserving for him now. So he kept quiet for the rest of the walk, trying to convince himself that it was better than nothing. It was better than nothing. 

“It’s interactive?” She asked when they entered the palace, skipping the line for the tickets since Haechan already bought them. 

“Partially,” he explained. “I hope you’ll like it anyway.” 

She only hummed, looking around to follow the signalled path and see the first paintings. 

It didn’t go exactly as Haechan planned, she was roaming around the room keeping her distance, admiring the artworks on her own, and the few times they ended up watching the same panting she would move to another. 

He hated it. 

But he tried to take the best of the experience, she was cute with her small furrow as she studied the details of the artwork, or when she tried to read the description at the side. And he couldn’t hide the smile on her face when she snapped pictures, even if it hurt when she asked some other to take one for her instead of reaching out for him.

“Can I ask you why you like him so much?” He asked, finally blocking her in front of Wheatfield with Crows, Van Gogh’s last painting. 

“Because he was lonely.”

He saw she was trying to find the words and waited for her patiently. 

“He had this type of pain inside of him that makes him so real. It was like nobody could read him, not even his closest friends or lovers. And yet his pain was all there, in his works.” 

“It’s sad.” 

“It’s sad that people never hear others’ cries for help, it’s sad that we can only stop at the surface and never get deeper. It’s so easy to say that the world and humanity are rotting now but things weren’t so different decades ago.” 

“I feel like you’re throwing shade at me.” 

She chuckled, shaking her head, “Is it shade or is it the honest truth? You stopped seeing into my pain and started calling me crazy, and only when you realized what you lost you crawled back to me. Maybe if you went beyond, if you listened to my cries for help, we wouldn’t look like complete strangers having awkward conversations now.” 

“What’s bugging you?” Jeno asked while he stared at her, she was swinging in the oval chair in his living room, looking outside, nervously chewing her nails, ruining the pink polish. 

“Nothing, just work,” she said, partially it was true. They had all graduated but she still felt lost, she had found a job in a museum and she liked it a lot, but she still didn’t know if she wanted to be a teacher or an academic researcher, both jobs required a lot and she felt inadequate. 

“Why don’t you come here and relax?” Jeno asked, patting the empty spot next to him on the couch. He felt there was something else going on. He had seen how she and Haechan seemed closer once again and he couldn’t help but feel paranoid. 

No, they weren’t dating. Not even if they spent so much time together, and their hands were always intertwined when they walked, not even if he often dropped her to work before going to his. Not even if her head rested against his shoulder when they watched tv. Not even if they stayed up all night to talk with each other. 

He knew he still didn’t have a place in her heart, he wondered if he ever would’ve had a place there. But he tried his best to make her happy. Being her friend still was something and he liked what they had, no matter how messy the whole situation was. 

“We could watch a movie, maybe it will keep your mind off it,” he proposed, smiling at her when she sat next to him, as always cuddling to his body. 

“Or we could talk,” she said, not even knowing why she was choosing such a risky path. Talking wasn’t her forte, especially if it was about love. 

“Sure, if it would make you feel better. So, what’s wrong?” 

She sighed, gulping before words came out of her mouth, “do you ever feel like… no matter what you do it will always be wrong? I’m not talking about fearing what people think, but what it will be of yourself, and your life. As if every choice could lead to a terrible mistake.” 

Jeno hummed, “Sometimes.” I felt like this when I spent nights up trying to decide if I should’ve talked to you or not. He didn’t say it, he tried to come up with another example, or something that wouldn’t have made her regret deciding to open up to him. “But I also think that when it feels like this we should follow our heart. Yes, it might end up tragically but at least there’s the chance we had fun along the way.” 

“Oh,” she whispered. “I never thought about it that way, but I guess it makes sense.” 

“It’s not about work, is it?” 

She bit her lip, shaking her head. “I mean, yes, it’s… it’s,” she sighed, rubbing her temples. “I just feel that in the last year everything went downhill, I make choices thinking I’ll be happy and then it never feels as good as I hope it would feel. I want to be happy, but it seems like I can’t reach the happiness I want.” 

He hummed, he wanted to ask if Haechan had something to do with it but he didn’t want to talk about him. He could see a part of her was still stuck there, in the past, and he reminded himself of that more than enough. 

“It takes time,” Jeno replied instead. “So many things in your life changed, you need to give yourself time to adjust to what came after.” 

“Yeah but it’s so different from what I imagined,” she replied, voice getting thinner as she pushed her tears back. “When I still went to Uni I knew the real world was going to be harsh but I always imagined I was going to have somebody by my side. And now, I’m alone. My house is emptier than it ever been, and…” my heart is emptier than it ever been “...and sometimes it gets so hard to wake up all alone and come home to four empty walls.” 

He pushed down the bitterness in his throat, where was he in all of this? “What about your friends?” 

“I love them, deeply. I love every single one of you so much, don’t get me wrong, but… this is not the life I imagined.” 

“Did you have plans… with him?” 

She snorted bitterly, shaking her head. “So many.” 

“Do them by yourself.” 

“What?” 

“Do what you wanted to do with him but by yourself, or with friends. Maybe it will make you feel like some of the life you expected can still be there. Start from what you can fix, not what you can’t.” Jeno reached out, caressing her hand. “Start brand new by threading what ripped in the past.”

She chuckled, “have you always been so wise?” 

Jeno playfully pushed her away, and shook his head. “It’s that I get you, I feel the same.” 

She sighed, nervously pulling the hangnails on her fingers, feet tapping the floor as her brain drifted away, trying to think quickly if she could do it, take the past and leave it where it belonged and open her arms to the future that seemed to be brighter. It was possible, she started to do it, but then Haechan came crashing down like a wrecking ball again and all the walls she started to build up again, fell apart. 

“I should do what you said,” she replied, words slipping out of her mouth even if her heart wasn’t so convinced about it. “I can do many things we had planned even if I don’t have him by my side and then I just need to trust myself walking on my own.” 

Jeno smiled, daring hand moving up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, thumb caressing her cheek, making her skin burn up. “You’re like a baby giraffe.” 

She laughed, “A baby giraffe?” 

“Yeah, you’ve never seen a video of them when they’re born? They walk so weirdly.” 

“Oh, that,” she replied, still giggling, “I’ll take that as a compliment, then.” 

He nodded, another bright smile curling his lips as he stared at her a little longer, “It is for me. I love giraffes.” 

Her smile dropped for a second at his words but she tried to mask it with a slightly fake one. It still didn’t remove the heavy weight she felt in her chest. She didn’t know if she could call what she felt for him love. Maybe it was infatuation, maybe she enjoyed his company. But love? It was still such a big word, and she felt so guilty. It had been six months now, and she was still making Jeno walk on a tightrope with her doubts and fears. She felt like shit, he deserved somebody that made up their mind, somebody that knew exactly what they wanted and she still didn’t know anything. 

“Should we do something, now?” Jeno proposed, bringing her out of her thoughts, sensing the shift in the air. 

“Yeah, I think it’s better.” 

The evening passed with no other awkward interactions, but it felt like something was slightly different. The touches between them that usually were normal, now felt like they brought a new electricity with them, as if something was pulling them closer, a connection that felt scary. 

And when Jeno asked her to stay, because it was late, and it was better if they ate something together and then he would’ve dropped her home, timidly touching her hand, she couldn’t say no. 

So they were there, on his couch, tangled up to each other, a bottle of soju at their feet as the sky got darker outside of the open window. 

“We should dance,” she proposed, surprising him as she stood up and searched for her phone to turn on the music. “Are you rejecting a proposal to dance?” She asked, dragging him up from the seat. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said, chuckling to hide the awkwardness. 

“Why not? We make a quite great couple when we dance,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Sure, I’m not as good as you but you make it up for me.” 

So Jeno didn’t complain more, his hands wrapped around her waist and they started dancing, bodies swinging to the rhythm, and hands daring to be braver on each other. 

When their lips brushed, they were both surprised, but they didn’t pull away, they stayed there, eye to eye, silently waiting for one of them to make the first step. 

And Jeno was the one doing it. He leaned in again, fearing a slap that never came. Her body relaxed in his hold and before they knew, the kiss heated up. 

“Need you,” she whispered against his lips, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging lightly.  

“You are drunk,” Jeno said, pulling away, and shaking his head. Probably telling those words more to himself. 

“I’m not, I can take a bottle of soju,” she replied, trying to reach for him but he walked away, giving her his back. 

“You don’t want me.” 

“What makes you think that?” She asked, now standing behind him, waiting for him to turn around. 

Jeno didn’t answer immediately, he only stared at her. He wanted her badly, so badly that he couldn’t describe it with words. 

“Are you going to regret this?” 

She shook her head. She never did anything like that before, but people always had random sex with people or friends, so what was so hard about it? Everything would’ve gone back to normal after, right? 

“I won’t.” 

Jeno was hesitant in his movements, every brush of his fingers made her shiver, she couldn’t remember the last time she had been touched, and even worst, she couldn’t remember the last time she had been touched like that. As if she was a precious diamond that would’ve broken. The last times with Haechan had been blurred memories, random quickies that felt like rushes to get off of a pleasure they were killing with each other just for morals. But this… this felt… different. 

“Look at me,” she whispered, lifting his chin up. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” 

Jeno bit his lips, humming before hardly swallowing the saliva. “I just… I don’t want to rush it. I don’t want to make you feel like I only care about sex. I…” he sighed. I like you a lot, maybe I even love you, if I feel masochistic enough. “I care about you and I think you deserve respect.” 

When her lips curled in a tender smile he cursed himself mentally, what a fucking loser. She surely wanted something different, something that felt like sex and not love, and here he was, being pathetic. 

“I know, I just wanted to check in we were both into this.” 

Jeno nodded, breath still shaking but he tried to hide it by kissing her again. “Should we take this to the bedroom?” 

The walk between the living room and his bedroom was a blackout with Jeno’s strong arms carrying her up to his bed while he never let go of the heated kiss. 

And everything that came after that felt like striking a new match. 

To her it felt all so different, the only man she ever had in her life being Haechan. But Jeno dreamed of this for so long, maybe not this, he at least tried to don’t think of her in those situations but he still wanted her nonetheless. And she wasn’t a dream anymore, or his best friend’s girlfriend he liked so much. She was his, at least partially, but partially was better than zero. 

“Jeno,” she moaned, fingers tangling in his hair when he moved between her legs and started eating her out. His hands were spread wide against the back of her thighs, pushing her legs apart to have better access to her most sensitive spot. 

“Feels good?” He mumbled against her, vibrations running in her lower abdomen, already making her stomach twitch in anticipation. 

“So good,” she cried out, throwing her head back, trapping her lips because somehow it felt embarrassing to be this loud with him. What if she let out strange sounds? What if she did something wrong? Maybe fucking with somebody you’re not that intimate with wasn’t that easy for everybody. But Jeno was still good enough to fog her doubts with pleasure. More than good enough to be honest, he knew what he was doing, skilled mouth taking care of her most sensitive parts, sucking and licking with precision. 

And she couldn’t help but loosen up a little, letting out soft whimpers and moving her hips against him to reach the high. 

It didn’t take long to reach it when Jeno was so good at it, and the way his light touches on her thighs and waist added to it, pleasure running under her skin with his every move. 

Jeno moved up, meeting her lips in a rougher kiss, his hands searching for hers. 

“Fuck,” she groaned when he pushed two fingers inside her, pumping slowly, barely giving her time to recover from the first orgasm. She wanted to talk but the words were dying in her throat, and she could only pant underneath his strong body and whimper muffled moans. 

“Wa-want you,” she moaned. “Please, Jeno. Need more,” she slurred when his fingers curled exactly where she needed them, pumping her wetness in and out with lewd sounds. 

“Are you sure you can take me?” 

She nodded swiftly, looking into his eyes, moving her head to kiss him again and again while whispering ‘please,’ through every kiss. 

Jeno pulled away and shuffled through his bedside table to look for a condom, ripping the wrap as soon as he grabbed it and rolling it on him swiftly. 

And in all that she studied every move, his muscles flexing, his skilled fingers rolling it down his lenght, and his eyes looking at her with intensity. 

He didn’t add any words when he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him before sinking into her wet walls. 

“Fuck,” he moaned, eyebrow knitting while her warmth wrapped around him. 

Her head rolled back, and her nails sunk into the bedsheets, feet planting on the mattress while her hips bucked up in reaction to being filled perfectly. 

“Are you okay?" 

She nodded, chuckling, “I’m fine, it’s not my first time," she giggled, caressing his face. “I won’t break." 

His hips started moving back and forth, speed increasing until he found the perfect rhythm, eyes fixated on her, from her face to her boobs heaving fast.  

“Don’t hold back,” he ordered with a deep tone, thumb crazing her lips to free them from the hold on her teeth. “I want to hear you. Is it good?” 

She nodded, humming. 

“Then don’t hide it, let me know — fuck — let me know I’m making you feel good.” 

Her lips parted, finally letting go of the real moans and whimpers she was holding back.

“Wanted you for so long,” he moaned, kissing her roughly, “you sound so pretty when you moan like this, fuck, keep — keep doing it.” 

A scream of his name came out of her mouth when he grabbed her ankles and rested them on his shoulders. “Shh, babe, you can take it.” 

She hummed, eyes closing again, the new position giving him the chance to move better and reach her sensitive spot better, bringing her close to the edge once again. 

“Feels good,” she cried, wrapping her hands around his neck before her nails ran down his back, leaving red marks. “I’m close...” 

“Fuck, I can feel you,” he moaned, leaning in to kiss her, “Come with me,” he hummed, hips moving faster while one of his hands reached down to stimulate her clit, giving her the last push she needed to come, triggering his orgasm too, their moans dying in each other’s mouth while they kept kissing messily. 

They stayed like that for a while before Jeno pulled out of her and rolled to the side, throwing the used condom in the bin next to the bed before turning around to kiss her again. 

“Can’t believe this happened,” he whispered, staring at her in awe, the afterglow of the orgasm still on her beautiful face. 

She smiled, turning to the side to move closer to him. “Neither can I,” she replied, caressing his arm, enjoying the way his fingers were doing the same on her back. It was a different sensation, but she liked it, she would’ve tried to stay up and talk with him more, but sleep took over her soon, doing the same short after with him.

And it was better like this, their heartbeats were better than words that would’ve led them down a dangerous path.

When the morning came, she was alone in the bed, the sheets at his side crumpled up but cold. Lifting her body up she looked around the room, rubbing her temples and thinking about the night that had been and all the consequences coming with it. 

Sighing loudly, she stood up and walked out of the bed, looking for her clothes, but not finding them anywhere. 

“I hope he won’t mind,” she murmured, grabbing one of his shirts from the closet before making her way outside. 

And there he was, cooking in the kitchen while the radio played in the background, only wearing grey pants while his back was exposed, signs of her nails visible on his skin. 

The urge to drag her feet to him and hug him was big, but she felt that wasn’t something she was supposed to do. It would’ve been another domino card pushed down, causing a bigger mess. All of this felt like it was already getting out of hand, so why was she attracted to him? 

“Rice?” 

“God, you scared me,” Jeno jumped, turning around with a hand on his chest. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to say,” she chuckled, pulling out a chair and sitting down. 

“No, it’s fine, I imagined I had to come wake you up with breakfast in bed,” he smiled. 

“Breakfast in bed?” She asked, biting the inside of her cheeks. 

“Was it too romantic?” She could feel the panic in her voice and smiled at him. “I would’ve loved it. Might as well go back in bed just to have it.” 

Jeno let out a sigh of relief before turning around to don’t make the food burn.

“Yesterday was… great,” he whispered, eyes low on the food. They were halfway through breakfast, and there wasn’t an awkward silence, but it was clear that so many unanswered questions were flying in the room.  

She hummed, swallowing a bite, nervously playing with her nails. “Do I have to be the one making the hard question?” 

He shrugged, briefly looking up at her. 

���What does it make us?” She whispered, throat closing up and when Jeno didn’t answer it only got worst. 

“What do you want us to be?” 

She almost choked when those words slipped from his mouth. And as time passed she could only stare into his eyes. 

She didn’t know what to answer. 

The answer never really came, after slurred words and half-truths drunken up with white lies, the conclusion was that ‘they were trying,’ whatever it meant. Too many doubts haunted both of them, feeling that one bigger step was going to make them slip down a treacherous rope. 

So they were there, in that hazed state coloured of sepia like an old photograph, somehow making it work. All the blurred lines, drawn and erased and re-drawn again just to be ripped and glued together. 

All the shy kisses turned into heated sex. 

All the laughs on the floor with the glasses of wine at their sides. 

All the touches getting braver every day, under plan daylight, in front of strangers’ eyes. 

All the talks about the future, a future that was blurry like the lights from the window pane when it rains. 

But it was comfortable and warm, just like their relationship had always been. It was listening to each other after a long day, hanging out at lunch when they had the same break and even wake-up next to each other in the morning when they were too tired to slip out of each other’s bed. 

Falling into him didn’t seem as scary as it used to do. If she looked down there was a safety blanket, ready to catch her if the impact had been too hard, but she still held tight on that window from the tenth floor, terrified of the height that parted her from the ground. 

It was too soon. 

It was too good. 

“I think we need to stop drinking if we don't want to end up here every time,” Jeno joked, looking at the ceiling while he tried to regain his breath. 

“You’re funny, it's your fault,” she replied, turning around, head kept up by her bent arm against the floor. Jeno’s features were relaxed, and she wanted to caress his face so badly, but it felt like there was something holding her back every time. She didn’t even know what it was. Was she afraid of the freefall? Was there even a risk of falling and crushing on the ground with him? Jeno was comfort, everything about him felt safe, from the way he looked to the way he acted. Was it the fear of falling in love again? Was it the fear of hurting him with the wrong choice? 

“I’m not even that funny,” he chuckled, shyly moving his eyes to look at her. “Stop staring at my lips.” 

“I wasn’t staring, I was reading them. You’re funny to me.” 

He snorted, shaking his head a lifting his torso from the cold floor, looking back at her, forearms resting on his knees. 

“Why are you smiling like that?” She asked, sitting next to him, caressing his hair back. 

Jeno sighed, diverting his gaze, making her fingers brush against his skin. 

“It reminded me when we first got close, you would always lay on the floor after dancing.” 

She laughed, shaking her head. “Please, I want to forget about it. I was terrible.” 

“You were passionate, though.” 

“Passion doesn’t lead you anywhere," she replied. “Anyway, you promised you were going to bake a cake for me.”

“Not now,” he said. 

“Oh, come on, we can’t spend the entire afternoon on the floor, drinking wine and laughing.”

Jeno shrugged. “I like it actually,” and then fell backwards again, dragging her with him, making her yelp. 

“It’s not fair,” she screamed when he started kissing her cheeks. "I wanted my cake.” 

“Fine,” he gave up, rolling to her side again and getting up, reaching his hand to help her do the same. “But you help me bake it and then we’ll watch something together?”

“Deal.”

It was too soon.

It was too good. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked when she opened the door and found Haechan standing there. 

“Taking you out,” he replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world. 

She raised a brow, tilting her head. “Taking me out? Excuse me, did I miss the bit where I forgive you?”

Haechan sighed, shaking his head. “Be ready in ten, I’m waiting by the car.” 

“You’re not taki—” 

“Yes, I am. Dress however you want,” he said, turning around. “Anyway, anything looks good on you.” 

“I heard you,” she screamed, trying to hide the smile on her face and the way the smile she could feel was on his lips made her heart flip. 

“Good, wanted you to hear it.” 

Sighing loudly she closed the door again and walked to her room. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do. Renjun was busy with some friends, and Jeno still didn’t answer her, so spending some time with Haechan couldn’t be so terrible, right? She had spent years with him, a few hours weren’t going to hurt. 

Not to say that he was trying. 

She never imagined he was going to put so much effort into trying to get back to her, but he was surprising her. So she picked his favorite dress with too much hype, not even thinking it through until she entered the car and he pointed it out. 

“It’s a coincidence,” she mumbled, looking out of the window as he started driving. 

“Sure,” Haechan smirked. “Things with you are never a coincidence. You like to have everything under control.” 

She scoffed. “Acting like you know me?” She turned around, staring at him, watching how his face was more relaxed compared to the last times they saw each other. What if things were changing? But what was changing? 

“I do know you. Better than anybody else does, and will,” he replied and she only turned over again because she didn’t feel like she had many theories to prove him wrong. Nobody got so deep under her skin. For now, she liked to think, but she wasn’t confident about it. 

“Not curious to know where I’m taking you?” He asked, breaking the silence that filled that confined space, strangely it wasn’t uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help but fear that she still hated him, and talking to her eased that tension. 

She shook her head but turned to stare at him. “You should know I like surprises.” 

Haechan smiled. “Yeah, but this is not really one.” 

“You didn’t tell me anything, and I trust you. I want to keep this a surprise, want to see if you will let me down.” 

When they arrived at the spot she was surprised but confused, it was a park, and there was a small wooden house with a porch with small lights hanging outside after walking along a path.  

“Can we even be here?” She asked, hesitating to cross the door when Haechan entered. “Are you making me do something illegal?” 

“I know the park keeper, he gifted me this for the night,” he reassured, giving her his back. 

“You didn’t take me here thinking I would fuck you just because there are some candles that I love and my favorite flowers and my favorite food, right?” She asked, smile immediately dropping when she started to feel mixed emotions. This was exactly what she loved the most, the types of cozy dates that didn’t require lots of money or crazy things.  

“You think I would screw up all those months trying to make it up to you for sex?” He asked, hurt by her words. He knew that it was hard, but did she really think that low of him? 

She sighed, nodding, and then whispering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” 

“You told me you always wanted to do something like this,” he started explaining, “well, you wanted to rent a small chalet in the mountains, but this is all I can give you for now. Thought it was the closest thing we have in town.” 

“So, you listened to me sometimes?” Her tone wasn’t mad, light enough that her words were followed by a tender chuckle. 

“I did, I just never showed you I listened,” he replied, serving the food on her plate. “Next time I’ll cook it myself, but asking the keeper to order it and place it for us was the only option I had now.” 

“It’s fine,” she reassured, smiling at him. “Is this his?” 

“He’s not the owner, but they are not here, so it’s like it is his,” Haechan explained, sitting in front of her. “You usually have to pay for this, but at night the park it’s closed.”

“He must really trust you. How do you know him?” 

Haechan gulped. He couldn’t tell her that was the place he ran to when he needed time alone, silently crying while he felt like shit because he missed her, right? 

“I come here a lot.” Yeah, that was a better option. “And I once stayed after the closing hour without realizing, he found me, and we talked about…” You. We talked all night about you. “…a lot of things.” 

She hummed, taking a bite and waiting to swallow before she spoke again. “He must be nice if you opened up that easily,” she said with a small melancholic smile on her face. “Well, or maybe you changed and open up with people more.” 

“I needed help, let’s say, I was at my lowest.” 

Her eyes met his. “Was it… six years ago?” 

He shook his head, “No, my second time hitting my lowest.” 

She placed the chopsticks on the table and reached for his hand, “Why didn’t you come to me?” 

Haechan sighed, looking at her hands on his, the same old delicate touch he knew, the touch that saved him many years ago, full of worries he now felt he didn’t deserve. He pulled away. “I was… I was at my lowest because of you.” 

She didn’t answer, gulping and grabbing the chopsticks again, trying to concentrate on the food instead. 

“I’m not blaming you, by the way,” he specified when he couldn’t read her face. “I put myself in this situation.” 

“Yeah, I — I got what you meant, it’s fine. Should we enjoy this before it gets cold?” 

“Yeah, I think it’s better like this.” 

Dinner went unexpectedly smoothly. Probably they became masters at avoiding trick conversations, but anyway it was a pleasant time together. 

Haechan couldn’t believe she still didn’t throw something at him or stormed outside with a sudden rage against him. 

And she couldn’t believe Haechan looked like a completely different person. Or, better, he looked like the same Haechan she had fallen in love with. Attentive and caring, genuinely interested in the things she was saying, and with a different glow in his eyes, a glow that five years ago he only reserved for her. 

They talked and talked and laughed and it felt like in the air there was the same magic that surrounded them on their first dates. The cheap ones at the fast food that made them go home smelling like oil, or the ones sitting under a tree as they enjoyed the light spring breeze caress their faces, or even the ones at the arcade when Haechan still cared to teach her how to play games and wouldn’t get mad at her if she got her character killed. 

But this magic was dangerous, it smelled like something they couldn’t have. It smelled like the past. And as much as they both clearly wanted this to be the future, the road ahead didn’t seem as clear as this. 

“Remember when we used to go to the old library downtown?” Haechan asked, a small smile curling his lips while his fingers played with the corner of the napkin.

“Yeah, I could drag you there only cause there was a game shop beside.”

He chuckled, “don’t pretend those weren’t your favorite dates. We would both take time to understand each other’s passions even if we hated them.”

She smiled at the memory, "and then we would sneak into your bedroom. You trying to teach me how to play and me failing. So I would just watch, or read my books in silence.”

“Or out loud. I loved it when you read out loud, there’s something about your voice… Before we started dating and you came over I… I sometimes recorded you, it was the only sound that made me sleep at night.”

Her lips twitched in a melancholic grin, holding back tears, “Your screams during games wouldn’t have made me sleep so I'm sorry if I didn’t record them.”

Haechan laughed, shaking his head. Remembering that actually she often fell asleep while he was playing, and not noticing immediately he didn't lower his voice, and they still didn’t wake her up.

“But I loved watching you. It was the only time you were yourself, without trying to impress others that never even cared about you. You know, I think that even if you became more confident with time you never stopped caring about what people had to say. I… I don’t want to justify you but I tried, God if I tried when I didn’t want to accept the truth, and I still blame you but… I guess for you it made sense to be with someone like her and not me. We were fine until you started becoming more known and started meeting more people like them. Dancers dating dancers, people with big goals in life, unlike me. You started changing not only with me, but even with yourself. I hope you stopped now, I hope… I hope you don’t let other people’s opinion of you define you.”

Haechan didn’t reply immediately. How could she still read him so easily? How could she know him so deeply? He couldn’t blame others for his terrible choices but it was true that he let voices around him get to his head. The fear of being a loser once again was stronger than a lot of things he should’ve taken care of.

“I don't…”

She smiled, hoping it was true, regardless of them, and what they were going to be, she still hoped he had stopped letting the demons from the past torture him.

“It’s raining,” she pointed out when she heard a loud sound outside and, after turning her back to the window, she saw the drops hit the glass.  

“Let’s go,” Haechan said, timidly grabbing her hand, surprised when she held his back and let their fingers intertwine. 

“Wait, wouldn’t be better to wait till it calms?” She asked, stopping for a second. 

Haechan smiled. “I don’t want to go home.” 

“No? Then where are we going?” 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, gathering all the courage in his body, terrified of the answer. 

But the words slipped out of her mind before she could rationalize them. “Yes.” 

He couldn’t describe the happiness he felt in his chest at her words and the enthusiasm with which he pulled her out of the small wooden house. 

“We’re gonna get soaked,” she said when the heavy rain hit their bodies. 

“Wasn’t this on your bucket list?” He asked, grabbing both of her hands and staring into her eyes as the water wet them more. “Didn’t you always want to dance under the rain?” 

Her lips parted in surprise, enthusiasm, and thrill, he couldn’t exactly point out the emotions on her face, but when the biggest smile crossed her face, he felt happier than ever. It was like having her back, he could feel the happiness and serenity radiate from her body and that was the only sign he needed. No matter how this was going to end, she didn’t hate him anymore. She felt safe and happy. 

“There’s no music, though,” she chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck, shivering when Haechan’s hands wrapped around her waist. None of them could remember the last time they had been so close and intimate, it had surely been more than a year considering how their story had crumbled apart long before the end.

“I also have that planned,” he said, before pulling out his phone from his back pocket and starting to play her favorite song. 

“You still remember…” she whispered, and Haechan couldn’t tell if her eyes were teary or if it was the rain. 

“I will always remember all the small things about you.” 

She didn’t answer, only hummed before they started dancing to the rhythm. And they danced, not caring about tiring, letting the rain soak them completely, laughing and pulling each other closer. It felt good. It brought them back to the nights up in the kitchen when Haechan used her as a — terrible — dance partner and then they ended up waltzing together. 

Or to be fair, it brought them to another world where they have never been, because this didn’t feel real. They weren’t in the past anymore, she got better now, and even if she missed a step, he didn’t mind. And now the world outside didn’t seem so loud, no other opinions to tell them what to do and condition them to make mistakes. 

It was them. 

Under the pouring rain. 

Wearing their biggest smiles as their fleshes moved together as if they were made just for that. 

When their lips met in a kiss, the magic exploded around them, making them fly in the sky before reality crashed on them again, the unrealistic bubble of happiness imploding, the strength so harsh that pushed them to the ground. 

“I didn’t —” Haechan tried to justify when she pulled apart, even if he had no idea who started the kiss. 

“Don’t,” she stopped him, taking a step back. Cursing herself mentally, wiping the drops of water out of her face. 

“But I —”

“I said, don’t,” she retorted again, finger lifted up to don’t make him take a step closer. “You can’t, you can’t just crash in and take everything of me again. You can’t be so sure that I will take you back every time. You’re messing with my head and you know what you’re doing.” 

“I’m trying to get you back. Like you told me. I’m proving to you that I love you, that I care about you. I’m not tricking you,” he explained, not moving to don’t scare her away, but he couldn’t understand this reaction. Weren’t they fine just ten seconds before? Why was she so afraid? Why was he so hard to trust?  

“Why did you kiss me?” 

“Why did you kiss me back? I’m not even sure I was the one starting it. You know what’s the problem? That you still love me, no matter how much you tell yourself you don’t, no matter how much you fuck with Jeno, pretending that he makes you feel the same. You love me still and you hate it. You hate that you know you will never be happier with anybody else.” 

“God, you’re so full of yourself and so… so, God,” she groaned, clenching her fists and turning around, starting to walk in the park, under the rain, wrapping her arms around her chest, not even to shield herself from the cold but to support herself, a self-hug to don’t fall apart again. 

“You can’t leave without me,” he said, pulling her closer, chest to chest, as her eyes looked up at him. The rain still hitting them, coming down harder, almost as if the rain was mad too. “Don’t leave me.” The last words came out like a plead, or like a prayer, begging her to don’t ruin this perfect night together. He knew he was the problem, one thing good and three wrong, but he was trying to get better. He was doing it for her. 

Haechan felt his heart tighten when her eyes filled with salty drops, he couldn’t read her anymore, or maybe he never learned to, so that was why it hurt so much right now. They both needed to correct years of mistakes, wrong words, and misunderstood acts. 

He couldn’t tell what was going on in her heart. If she was mad because he kissed her, or if she was mad because they shouldn’t have been there, getting mad over a kiss that still could’ve been theirs if only he didn’t fuck it up. 

“Can we keep dancing? Can we pretend?” He whispered, caressing her wet cheek, kissing her forehead, her eyelids falling shut at the tender touch. “At least for tonight, then I’ll promise, I’ll stop running after you if you already decided what to do. If you want him instead of me.” 

The sound of the metal shelves rustling back and forth filled the small room while her hands wrapped tightly around the bar of it in the storage room. 

“Jeno, fuck,” she moaned, ass arching back to meet him halfway. His strong, fast thrusts already making her stomach twist.

“I told you to keep quiet,” he whispered close to her ear, wrapping a hand around her mouth while the other was firm around her waist. “The others are practicing outside.” 

She hummed, eyes falling shut, trying to keep quiet. The music of the choreo could still be heard playing in the background, and she hoped it was just them playing it for fun and that the training didn’t start again. Maybe sneaking into a back room during the break wasn’t the smartest thing they could do but she needed to shut her mind off, too many thoughts running through it, and lately, Jeno was the only getaway. 

“You feel so good,” Jeno muttered against her neck, nibbling her shoulder, and crumbling her skirt higher up on her ass. 

Her fist clenched harder around the bar when he started to thrust into her with more force, the sound of their skin slapping against each other filling the room. 

“Jeno,” she screamed as soon as he pulled his hand away. 

“I told you to keep quiet, fuck,” he cursed, shushing her again. “You really want them to find us out, don’t you?” 

She shook her head, feeling her breath falter and her heart race faster as the orgasm approached. 

“No? Are you sure this isn’t a sick game of revenge?” 

“Jeno, what? Please keep — keep fucking me, you’re so good.” 

She didn’t see the furrow on his face, the disappointed one, not the concentred one, eyes dropping off their usual light before he tried to snap back into the mood again, fixating his gaze on her ass. But it wasn’t enough to fool himself anymore. 

“Je-jeno?” She asked, noticing his hips’ movement slowing down until they came to a stop. When he pulled out she whined, thinking for a moment he was playing some game, that he wanted to tease her, but when a dead silence filled the room she gulped and turned around, seeing he was dressed once again. 

“Are — are you okay?” 

“You’re avoiding me,” Jeno told her, shyly meeting her eyes.

“I’m not,” she chuckled nervously. “I’m right here.” 

“You only call me when you want to fuck. You barely even text me if it’s not for that.” 

“That’s not true, I — I’ve been busy lately. I thought we both were okay with this.” 

He sighed, he thought that too when he hoped sex would lead to something more. “I know you don’t love me,” he said, making her stop midway while she fixed her skirt. “It was foolish of me to believe I could mean even half of what he means to you.” 

“Jeno, no, you mean a lot to me.” 

“Yeah, but not like that.” 

“I — that’s not true.” 

“It’s not?” He raised a brow, challenging her with a cold stare. 

“Haechan wants me back, and I’m making him believe he has a chance because I want him to hurt. I want him to understand what it feels like to run after somebody like that, I want him to understand what it feels like to bleed for love.” 

“Be careful of not making bleed somebody else in the meanwhile.” 

“Jeno, I,” she said, trying to block him from opening the door.  

“No, I just… you know how this is going to end,” he said, looking into her eyes, sure more than ever she wasn’t feeling what he felt for her.  

“No, it won’t end like you think.” 

He didn’t answer her, slipping out of her hold to walk back to the practice room, not even ready to face Haechan. 

She let her back fall behind, slumping against the wall as she sighed and felt hot tears stream down her face. Why was it so difficult? And why was it so unfair? 

She was stuck in a labyrinth in her mind and it seemed like there was no way out. 

And she kept thinking about it all the way home. Maybe Jeno was right. 

Because all those attentions from Haechan were making her walls fall down even if she didn’t want to. He never treated her like that, well, only at the start. No, for the first four years it was like heaven, so where did they go wrong? 

Maybe talking and tearing their story apart would’ve been better than those games. Better than all the push and pull. Because like this, they weren’t going anywhere. 

And of one thing she was sure, she didn’t want anybody else to come out of the battle with wounds and tears. 

“You need to stop showing up at my door like this,” she said when she opened the door and Haechan was standing there. A white tee, his black jacket, black jeans, and his brown boots. She wondered how they were still intact considering how much he would wear them. 

“I wish I could,” he replied, voice off, and cheeks red. Only when her eyes looked at him better, she realized he was drunk. “You’re so beautiful,” he added, eyes trailing down on her figure, she was wearing house clothes, just a lilac sweater, and black sweatpants, while her hair was kept up by a clip. But to him, she still looked mesmerizing. 

“Why are you here, Hyuck?” Her voice had a worried edge in it and that made him smile. 

“Did you call me Hyuck? So, you forgave me for the kiss of the other day?” 

She sighed, gulping and drifting her eyes from him. Drunk Haechan was her weakness, especially in the last times, when he would let go of himself only if he had at least two bottles of soju running in his bloodstream and she could still take a glimpse of the same person she had fallen in love with. “It’s 1 a.m, you should be in your bed or somebody else bed.” 

“I can be in yours.” 

She laughed bitterly, “No, you will be in every bed but mine.” 

“Did I push you away?” 

“We already talked it through, it happened. We’re fine.” 

“Then why aren’t you answering my texts? Or my calls? You didn’t even go out with us the other day. Did you fight with him, too? Found your answer?” 

“Okay, calm down. I need… I need time alone, Haechan. This is…” This was a game to make you suffer, leading you to think you could have me back, but it backfired and here we are, here I am. “You shouldn’t be here.” 

“You should answer me,” he said, taking a step closer. “You should talk. I thought we learned where not talking led us.” 

She sighed, looking down when he was face to face with her. “How much did you drink?” 

“Not enough to drown you out of my mind.” 

She sighed, blinking away a tear that was menacing to fall. “Did you drive here?” 

He shook his head, “Took the metro,” he said before he smirked. “Afraid for my life?” 

“Yeah, because I know your ghost would haunt me more than you do now,” she replied, a bitter hint of a joke in her voice, before she stepped to the side. “Come in.” 

Haechan didn’t let her repeat it twice. He looked around, studying how the house tasted of her. Her plants, her books on the shelves, the wall with framed vinyls, the lamps at every corner, the candles on the windowsill, the pillows on the couch, and the faint aroma of her cooking still in the air. He missed all of that so much. 

“Are we alone?” 

“Unfortunately,” she replied before disappearing into the kitchen.  

“I love you,” he said, looking at her while his body blocked hers on the door of the kitchen. 

“Don’t,” she said, shutting him up with a finger raised. “You need water and then… and some sleep.” 

“I need you.” 

“I won’t cure your migraine tomorrow or stop you from puking all over my floor.” 

“But it’s what you’re doing.” 

She glared at him, handing him a glass of water. “Drink,” she ordered. “I’ll make your bed on the couch.” 

He grabbed it reluctantly, and then said, “we already shared one.” 

“Shared.” 

Haechan rolled his eyes but drank the glass anyway, coming out of the room to see her walk into the bedroom to get the sheets. 

“Why can’t we sleep together?” He asked when she let the white fabric fall on the open couch. 

“You know why,” she replied, looking at him. 

“If you made up your mind you should just talk to us and put an end to this.” 

She sighed, if only she didn’t hate this conversation so much she would’ve found it funny how disordered his replies sounded like. “I didn’t invite you here, Haechan.” 

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Here we are again.” 

“Here we are again, what?” She asked sternly, standing straight again to stare into his eyes. 

“You called me Hyuck before.” 

She laughed, “you think that has a meaning for me anymore? It just slips out of habit.”

“So, I mean nothing to you?” 

“Why are you here?” She asked instead, closed fist on her hip and feet tapping the floor, her patience was wearing thin, she wasn’t used to this anymore.

“Because I was out at a club, and I could only think about you.” 

“That’s not enough, that’s not enough to come back here and… and do whatever you want with my heart,” she replied, hands moving frenetically in the air to try to help herself find a sense in all of this. 

“I can’t find you in people’s faces,” Haechan snapped. “I can’t let you go, it would be so much easier if I could just… forget, but I can’t. I can’t because nobody makes my heart race like you do. It’s not fair, it’s like you put a spell on me to — to curse me, to make me pay for all the pain I put you through. I can’t have you back and I can’t win you anymore and I don’t know how to live without you and it sucks, it sucks so badly you have no idea.” 

She chuckled, bitterly. “I have no idea?” 

“You moved on, found someone new. Someone who brings out the better in you.”

“Then why are you here? If you think I won’t take you back, if you think I found my happiness, why are you here?” Her voice raised, clipping in her throat when she met his eyes and had to stop hers from breaking into a pathetic cry.  

“Because I don’t want you to be happier,” he confessed. “I hope you’re happy, but not like how you were with me. I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go. I know you found someone great, but I hope he’s not better than me. I want to see you happy, I just...I just don’t want you to be happier.” 

“You tore us apart.” 

“I know,” he whispered. “But can you tell me how to forget you? How can I make this pain go away? How can I go back home after work and don’t feel a twist in my chest every time I realize I don’t have you there? How can I stay in that place that we were supposed to call home and has nothing of you? How can I wake up every morning and don’t have you by my side?” 

“You can.” She lied. You can’t. Well, you can, eventually, you have to. But you can’t ever make that tingly feeling go away when you think of all the ‘could’ve been.’

“You didn’t tell me how,” he said, moving closer, hands wrapping around her waist. “How can I drown you out? How can I move on when I see you every time I close my eyes?” he whispered, eyelids falling close as he leaned in, nose brushing against her cheek. “If my sweatshirts still smell like you? If it kills me that the only time I can hear your laugh is when Jeno makes you laugh.” 

“You had to think about this before,” she replied, pushing him away, hands moving to brush off the crease on her clothes, to brush him off of her but he was like fingerprints buried deep into her bones, she couldn’t dust him off when he was carved in her. “You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying. I’ll prepare the bed and then tomorrow we’ll pretend this didn’t happen.” 

Haechan chuckled. “Why do we have to pretend?” He stared as she started parting the bedding and when she didn’t answer, he only sighed loudly. A bitter smile curled his lips as he watched her fix the sheets, bringing back painful memories of when they used to fix the bedding together during their morning afters. When they would wake up in a tangle of sheets and sex of the night before, and in that mess burn up again until they finally decided that waking up and having breakfast was a wise move. 

“It’s done,” she said, fixing the pillows and probably wiping away a tear. Haechan couldn’t see her face clearly in the dim lights of the house, and in the position was keeping her face, low on the floor. “There’s another glass of water with aspirin on the coffee table, take it if you don’t want to pay the consequences of your bullshits in the morning.” 

He nodded, sitting on the freshly made bed and watching her disappear into the other room. Silence and loneliness dropped on him as he stared at an empty spot in front of him. 

A gut feeling telling him that was their finish line, that she made up her mind and he wasn’t in her final plan. 

And he tried to sleep, but somehow the pain was bigger than the others nights now that the only thing separating them was a wall. This could’ve been their reality, this could’ve been all different. He could still have his dreams and her, and instead, he played his cards like a fool and lost the only real thing he had ever known. 

“What are you doing?” He asked when he opened his eyes and saw her sitting in front of him. He blinked repeatedly, but it wasn’t morning, and when his eyes landed on the clock in the room, he saw it was barely past 2 am. 

“Thinking,” she replied, twirling the cup full of a hot liquid in her hand. 

“Thinking?” Haechan raised from the bed, elbows supporting his upper body up, watching her relaxed face in the dim light. She was beautiful even if he could clearly see she was exhausted. 

She nodded, looking down, inhaling the scent of the tea in her hands. 

“About?” 

“How everything could’ve been different if only one thing had been different. Remember all the plans we made? How we wanted to rent a house together after college? How we were worried it wouldn’t have worked if you started touring around the world,” she chuckled bitterly, their nights spent together planning a future that never came replaying in her mind like the scene of her favorite movie. “Fixed the problem in another way.” 

“I didn’t do it for that,” he defended, sitting to look at her.

“I know, but it’s ironic, isn’t it?” She drank a bit and then placed it on the table, jumping out of that to sit next to him on the bed. 

“I was also thinking about how much I hate you,” she said, caressing a strand of hair from his face. “We could’ve had it all. We could’ve made it work. And look at us, a mess crumpled up in a made-up bed in my living room while we talk about the ifs and buts.” 

Haechan didn’t answer, he only stared at her. How enchantingly beautiful she looked even if she was finding a way to tell him they were over. Again. It was like a stab on the same wound, but every time it hit deeper and made him bleed some more. He knew he deserved it and even worst.

“You’re mesmerizing even if you look like a mess,” he let the words slip out, thinking she would’ve slapped him when he realized what he did, but she only smiled, and searched for his hand. 

“You should’ve told me more often when we were together.” 

“I know,” he replied, hand touching her cheek, thumb moving in circles, making her rub against it like a cat when it purrs. 

“You should’ve bought me flowers when we were together.” 

“I also know that.” 

“You shouldn’t have made me feel stupid,” she sighed, throwing her head back. “But we can’t change the past, right?” 

He nodded, pressing his lips together and breathing deeply. “We can change the future.” 

“Or we can ruin it by making the wrong choice,” she said, leaning in, not even knowing why she was searching for his warmth.  

“Does one mistake make a difference between thousands of others?” He asked, leaning closer, standing now eye to eye. 

“I don’t know.” Her voice came out like a vibrato, while her eyes fell on his lips. Oh, those lips. How much she missed them. How much she craved them. But she wasn’t the only one missing that feeling. Feeling the urge to test if one mistake could lead to a catastrophe.  

He kissed her, slow at first, shy, fearful, but then their hands tangled into each other’s hair, and ran on their backs, and pulled and squeezed, almost as if they were trying to rip parts of each other and keep them to themselves, forever this time. 

And none of them wanted to stop. 

It was just a mistake over many mistakes.

“Hyuck,” she moaned when his leg started rubbing between her legs, the motions on her throbbing clit sending sparks up in her bones. 

“So, it’s Hyuck, again, uh?” He smirked. 

She didn’t answer his teasing remark, head reclined back when his fingers moved past the elastic band of her pants. 

“We shouldn’t,” she said but her body kept rocking against him. 

“Kiss me,” he ordered, letting her words fall forgotten, the other hand cupping her ass and pulling her on top of his thigh better. “And keep grinding on me.” 

And she did, not caring that humping him like this was pathetic, head falling in the crook of his neck, inhaling his perfume and letting it fill her senses. 

“Did you miss this?” He asked when his fingers started moving on her clit in circles, making her throw her head back while louder moans rolled out of her mouth. A grin on his face as he stared at her bliss-filled face. “Not answering, uh?” 

“Shut up,” she replied through gritted teeth, head falling on his shoulder to hide the embarrassment, moans getting louder as the pleasure grew bigger with every move. 

Haechan chuckled, “I don’t need your words, I still know your body, babe.” 

“Then listen to it and make me come.” 

“So greedy, aren’t you?” 

“Haechan,” she cursed when he stopped, slipping his hand out of her pants. 

“Touch me,” he ordered, unbuckling his belt and lowering the pants on the floor while struggling to keep her body up. “If we can make each other bleed, we can make each other come.” 

She hummed, hand wrapping around his hard cock, pumping it with the same rhythm he was using on her clit now that his hands were buried again between her thighs.

“Did you think of me when his hands were on you?” He asked, kissing her roughly, nibbling her lower lip when they pulled away. “Did he make you shiver just at the slightest touch? Does he know you like I do?” 

She groaned, holding back a moan and a cry because the answer was negative. Jeno didn’t know her like he did. He didn’t touch her like Haechan did. It was good, but it wasn’t this. And she hated this. 

“Hyuck,” she moaned when his fingers slipped inside. 

“Hyuck, what?” He groaned, cupping her chin, forcing her to stare right into his eyes and don’t hide in the crook of his neck. 

“I — l,” she mumbled nonsense.  

He snickered when the words died in her mouth. “You feel guilty? Feel like shit because you’re here with me and not with him? Because you’re letting me fuck you after you pretended you wanted me to leave?” 

“Don’t,” she groaned. 

“Don’t tell the truth? Don’t tell that if you weren’t so fucking strong headed you would’ve crawled to me months ago begging for me?” 

She groaned, throwing her head back, holding back the tears as the orgasm felt closer, slamming a hand on his chest. 

“Where is he, now? Thinking about you? Maybe thinking about texting you — fuck — to tell you how much he misses you?” 

“We’re not dating,” she replied, “and don’t bring him — don’t bring him up.” 

“No?” 

“No,” she replied. “I’m — I’m close.” 

“Keep moving your hand on me, then, or I won’t make you come.” 

“You can’t — fuck — you can’t make up your own rules.” 

Haechan grinned, fingers stopping inside of her, making her whine. “You used to beg me to tell you what to do, what changed now?” 

Her breath faltered as she tried to grind against him to selfishly ride the orgasm but Haechan pulled away. 

“Think I don’t know your little tricks?” His eyebrows knitted. “Think I can’t read you with my eyes closed?” 

“You never proved it to me,” she replied, sniffling, heart racing and burning in her chest, the pleasure of the sex mixing up with the same, unbearable pain only he could put her through. 

“Don’t fucking lie,” he said, slipping his fingers inside again, lifting her up, and caging her body underneath his once he had turned her over, pressing her against the mattress. His fingers started moving faster, not caring that she wasn’t paying attention to his aching boner. “You’re underneath me, not him. And you know when he has you like this, he doesn’t make you feel half of what I make you feel.” 

She stopped trying to retort because she knew it was the truth. Jeno was good, so fucking good, but three months couldn’t compare to five years. He couldn’t compare to the one that made her discover all her kinks, the one she tried so many things with, the one she felt safe to even laugh or crack jokes during sex. 

“That’s it, that’s better,” he moaned, grinding against her thigh, trying to feel some pleasure too. “I don’t like it when you lie to me.”

“I’m gonna come,” she moaned, throwing her head back, nails digging into the sheets. 

“Only if you tell me I’m better than him,” he ordered, moving his fingers faster, making them curl right where she needed while his thumb moved in circles on her clit. 

“No,” she screamed. 

“No?” He asked, tilting his head, pulling out to let out a light slap on her clit, making her hiss and moan. “Lie again,” he ordered and she shook her head, lifting her hips up to meet him but he clicked his tongue. “Lie again.” 

“He’s… he’s better than you.” 

Haechan’s fingers slipped into her again, picking the same rhythm as before, making her stomach twist and her muscles shake. “Repeat it.” 

“He’s better than you.” 

“Again,” he ordered, growling as he felt anger and sadness mix. 

She cried out, thighs clenching around his wrist. “He’s better than you, fuck, Hyuck.” 

“Come, if I can make you come. Maybe we should call him, ask him if he can make you feel better. Should we send him a picture of you now? Would he hate you or would he hate me?” 

His words were barely registered in her brain when the orgasm washed over her, leaving her breathless, ears buzzing with static noises, and tears streaming down her face as guilt plunged over her. 

“Fuck,” she cursed, pushing him away, rolling to the side before she got up on shaky legs and then turned around to talk. 

“Don’t say it,” he stopped her. “I know, but I don’t want to hear it.” 

She sighed, nodding, and staring at him. “When I wake up in the morning, I don’t want to find you here.” 

That was the biggest mistake they could do. 

And they just did it. 

“When did you plan on telling it to me?” Renjun snapped, staring at her with wide eyes, almost dropping the piece of cake she had offered when he arrived at her place. When she called panicking he expected everything but this.  

“Never,” she replied, a puff of air coming out of her mouth loudly as she let her body fall against the couch. 

“After all the steps forward, you want to get back to him?” 

“I don’t want to get back to him. I don’t know what to do…” 

Renjun rolled his eyes, sitting next to her after placing the plate on the coffee table, he had lost his appetite anyway. “So that’s why he’s always around you and you let him. All the special things you got lately…” 

She nodded, biting a hangnail on her thumb, making it bleed. 

Renjun rubbed his temples. He sensed something was going on. All the flowers piled up in her living room. All the boxes of food sent to her workplace during the break. The tickets for a gallery they went together that she had by ‘pure luck’. The first print of her favorite book that was impossible to find. But he always imagined those things were coming from Jeno and they simply wanted to keep their relationship private. 

“But why?” 

“Because I’m dumb, and because I thought he was going to fail me again and maybe that would’ve made him suffer and at the same time helped me to forget about him at all.” 

“But he didn’t let you down…” He finished for her, sighing loudly. 

“He didn’t, and not only that but he’s surprising me, he… He proves to me that he listened to me and my passions, that maybe I’m not as dull as he made me think I was and he’s once again fucking with me. I don’t know if I can trust him, I don’t know if it’s for real.” She wasn’t going to add the detail of the other night, knowing well that if she did, Renjun was going to cut her head off, and he was right. 

“And Jeno?” 

“Why do you need to bring him up now?” 

“You said you don’t know what you feel for them. He treats you right,” Renjun said. “He treated you right since the very first moment,” he pointed out, raising a brow. Now, it wasn’t like he was siding with one of the two but… okay, he was. He just didn’t feel like Haechan was trustworthy, while he knew Jeno was genuine and cared about her a lot. 

She hummed, pulling her knees to her chest and resting her chin on them. “He’s nice.” 

Renjun’s mouth widened, “Nice… that’s it?” 

“He… he’s a lot of things, okay? He’s sensible. He always encourages me, praises me, and tells me everything I need to hear. He respects me, my spaces, and my needs. And I know that I sound so ungrateful because I couldn’t ask for anything better than him but… I feel fine, I just feel fine…” 

He held back a loud, disappointed, sigh and shifted closer to her, caressing her hair. “And isn’t that good? You know that love doesn’t require pain, right? You don’t have to suffer to feel something.” 

“I know, but I never felt pain with Haechan… not until things broke. I miss the rush, I miss what we had before. Jeno doesn’t bring the rollercoasters, the stomach twisting in excitement, the goosebumps on my skin… and I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing.” 

“I think it’s a good thing,” he said, smiling at her, playfully pinching her cheek. “Why don’t you focus on the other side? What does Jeno bring you?” 

“He makes me happy, and he makes me feel safe. I like him. And I like being with him but… I feel like there’s something missing.”

“What Jeno doesn’t have?” 

She sighed, looking into her friend’s eyes, and then shook her head, lowering her gaze because she didn’t want to see the disappointment in them once she answered.

“He’s not Haechan.” 

“I should’ve stayed at home,” she muttered under her breath struggling in the small bathroom of Renjun’s friend’s house, trying to clean her dress. She was there all alone because he had disappeared and Jeno didn’t even spare her a glance. After that ‘fight’ they had, he stopped talking to her at all, and she felt hurt once again. It didn’t hurt like a break-up but she couldn’t stand the silence between them. She missed him, a lot. But Jeno probably hated her. And she wasn’t even so sure about reaching out, afraid of hurting him more than she — apparently — already did. Maybe being aware of the pain we cause to others wasn’t as easy as she always thought, trying to survive every day we rarely see the bat swing we do around. 

“I was looking for you.”

She definitely should’ve stayed at home. 

“You’re drunk,” she blurted out, turning around, taking in Haechan’s flushed face. “Go home.” 

Haechan shook his head, blocking her from going out, pushing her back inside the bathroom. 

“What are you doing?” She stuttered when he closed the door behind him. 

“Shh,” he shushed her, leaning in, trying to kiss her. 

“You’re drunk,” she repeated, moving her head to the side, and slipping out of his hold, making him face the wall. 

“I only had a glass,” he replied, lips curled in a smirk, and she had no idea if it was the confined space, or the music that could be faintly heard in the background, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. It had been weeks since they had been this close, but trying to push them both out of her life wasn’t leading anywhere. 

And when Haechan moved close to her again, her breath faltered, eyes looking up at him, but this time she didn’t move. She let his hand wrap around her waist and the other rest behind her on the mirror. 

“I looked at you all night,” he whispered, leaning closer, nose brushing against her neck. “You never danced like this with me.” 

Her head was thrown back when his lips brushed on her skin. “You never looked at me,” she replied, squeezing her eyes because she didn’t want to think about that. About all the times she tried to get his attention just to be ignored because she wasn’t good enough.

“I missed out so much, baby.” 

“Don’t call me baby,” she retorted sternly. “I’m not your baby.” 

“I could make you mine again,” he said, staring at her. “I could make you feel so good.” 

“I didn’t forgive you, Haechan,” she said, shaking her head and pushing him away, reaching for the door before he could stop her. 

It was tempting, too tempting. Fall back in his arms, letting him touch her like only he could. But she wasn’t sure that was the wise thing to do, again. It only messed up with her more. Sex was never a good solution, and it was the very thing that led her to this even trickier situation. 

And she didn’t even realize that tears had started flowing down her face when she sat outside on the small step out of the main door, the breeze freezing her. 

Why did everything have to be so complicated? Why was it so hard with him? With them? 

Why did Haechan break her heart whether he loved her or not? 

“You’ll get cold.” 

She didn’t lift her head, she didn’t need it to know that he ran after her and now his jacket was resting on her shoulders to keep her warm. She didn’t even need to turn around to know he was staring at her now that he was sitting at her side. But she had no idea what he was thinking about as he stared at her. She felt like she couldn’t read him anymore, or maybe she didn’t want to dare to read him anymore since the last time she tried, they ended like that. 

“You know I hate you, right?” She whispered, voice faltering while her eyes focused on the pebbles on the floor. 

“I know,” Haechan sighed, staring at the same spot, their legs brushing together, his jeans heating up the exposed skin of her thigh. 

“But you know I can’t get enough of you. You know I can’t forget about our past. And not even about our future, even if it doesn’t exist.” 

“It can exist if you want to,” he pointed out, tilting his head to look at her, but her eyes were still focused in front of them. 

She chuckled bitterly, “Is it on me? Or is it on you?” 

“You have to forgive me.” 

She nodded. Of course, the responsibility was hanging like a knife, swinging back and forth, on her head. One wrong move and it would’ve hit her. No matter how it would’ve gone, she had a feeling the only one to come out of there battered and bruised was going to be her. 

“I don’t know what to do Haechan,” she whispered, head falling against his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Her eyes closed as she inhaled his scent deeply. He smelt like himself, not like Bora, or some other girls. It was just him. Home. Or at least what once felt like home. “I want to strangle you, and then I want to kiss you. I want you dead, but I fear I won’t be able to live without you.” 

“Weren’t we always like this?” 

“No,” she replied. “When we first met, I wanted to strangle you because you wouldn’t trust me and let me in. Now I want to strangle you because I —,” she stopped, intercepting the words that were about to slip out of her mouth before she could trip into a confession she wasn’t sure about. “Hate you. I hate you.” 

Haechan chuckled, or sniffled, she couldn’t get what sound came out of his mouth. “You know, I can’t blame you for feeling that.” 

“I just… I wish to know why,” she sighed. “Weren’t we enough? Weren’t we the best thing that happened to each other? We had so many plans, so many dreams, and all of a sudden you decided they weren’t enough.” 

“I was dumb, young, and superficial. I wasn’t insecure about you, I was insecure about me. I couldn’t recognize myself in the mirror and instead, I pushed you out of my life.” 

She nodded, biting her lips harshly, pretty sure in a minute they were going to start bleeding, but the physical pain would’ve felt less painful than the mixed emotions she was feeling right now.

“I don’t know if I can get over it,” she confessed. No, she didn’t make up her mind, but at this point, she felt she was never going to make her mind up, stuck between the past, the future, and the future she had dreamt of for so long. 

“What are you doing here?” Renjun said, only seeing her at first before his eyes landed on Haechan and he groaned. “Haechan.” 

“It’s fine,” she said, standing up, and adjusting her dress. “We were talking.” 

“You should come inside, it’s cold here,” he said, looking at both of them, seeing that she was wearing his jacket. “Jeno’s looking for you. He needs to talk to you.” 

“I’ll come,” she said, following him on the steps. 

“Don’t go,” Haechan stopped her, grabbing her wrist. 

“Hyuck, please, let me go,” she whispered, pressing her lips together. “If you love me let me go.” 

And he did, fingers slipping away from her wrist, watching as she disappeared inside, brown wooden door slamming in his face. 

He tried to let her go, to don’t fixate his eyes on her as she talked with Jeno and then danced with him. Why were they dancing? He overheard they were taking their distances, that he was hurt because she didn’t love him, and now? What could happen in ten minutes to get them like that? 

If she wanted to make him jealous he was sure he wasn’t going to use Jeno, so was that a bad sign? 

‘come home with me’ 

‘please’ 

‘just to talk’ 

Haechan wanted to talk to her, there weren’t many steps to take to reach her, but they felt like miles now that he had a gulp in his throat, so texting her seemed like a better option, but she never answered. He couldn’t stand there and watch other pairs of hands run on her body, pulling her closer, feeling her in a way only he used to do. And now he understood even more how terrible it must have felt for her, how much seeing the person you love, give intimate attention to somebody else. 

He couldn’t. 

He couldn’t move his feet on the ground, friction keeping him in place. 

He couldn’t take away her happiness now that he had lost her. 

He should’ve started to deal with this, with the pain, with the boulder on his stomach, with the realization that he had lost her and it was all his fault. 

Haechan should’ve started to get used to this sight, Jeno holding her, hugging her, touching her, loving her, not more than he did, but surely better, because apparently, what he did wasn’t enough. 

And he would’ve. From tomorrow. Not tonight, not now after giving her one last look and walking out of the house, feet dragging on the concrete of Seoul’s sidewalks. 

From tomorrow. 

Yeah, it was a good start. Like all the projects of life. Tomorrow. It’s easier than today. It’s easier to set a goal far in time and manipulate your brain to think that you’ll have the strength to do it if some more hours pass by. 

It couldn’t have been so bad, right? If she moved on, if all of this courting didn’t move her at all after five years together, he, the one that led them there, should’ve forgotten about her in the blink of an eye. 

But as tears started streaking down his face, Haechan feared that maybe it wouldn’t have been so easy. That maybe starting tomorrow wouldn’t have been enough. Not enough time to take his feelings and throw them away. Not enough time to stop being selfish and keep alive the flame in his heart that wanted him to be the one she was going home to, the one taking her dress off her, the one she would lay her head on after. 

It wasn’t his place anymore. 

And the only person he had to blame was himself. He took her for granted, and now he was paying the price. 

Because no amount of flowers, chocolate cakes, books, or nights out, was going to take back all the pain he put her through. 

And as if to hurt himself more he went to the place that reminded him of her the most; the park where he used to hide when he wanted to see nobody, nobody but her. Their bench was still there, with blue paint coming off and other signs of time, but it was still up, unlike their story. They had shared their first kiss there, if he closed his eyes he could still remember it. It was a warm day in April, and as usual, he was sitting there in silence, and she approached him without saying a word. His past self hated speaking, especially after certain terrible days, and she knew it, but at the start, they didn’t need words. Or maybe it was her, she had so much to give that she didn’t need words to let it be known, and somehow he managed to don’t understand. Somewhere along the lines, he got lost in translation and blamed her for not being the one able to communicate anymore. 

Another flow of tears started streaming down his face as he realized he wasn’t going to feel her lips ever again. He hoped Jeno was going to cherish every single one of her kisses. The gentle pecks on the cheek or forehead in the morning and before bed. The small, quick kisses on the palm of his hands when he told her they were cold. The long, passionate ones when they were making love. The cheeky one when she wanted something. 

And when the hands of the clock moved too far, he got up, head low, hands in his pockets as the sky broke out in a louder cry than his. He had lost all his chances and had been taught a rough lesson about not taking the people he loved the most for granted or leaving them at the slightest rough turn. 

And it was a small consolation that the night sky was crying with him, it was like a shoulder to lean on, as if the upper hands were telling him that maybe there was going to be a rainbow after this storm, that even if he screwed up this one, he was going to find another one, another one that simply wasn’t the one. 

Someone that wasn’t her. 

Tomorrow. 

He repeated in his head as the water seeped into his clothes and stuck his hair to his forehead. 

Tomorrow the sun would’ve shined again, his brain would’ve stopped repeating the scene of her dancing in another man’s arms, or her words as she let him know there was no more space in her life for him. 

But tonight was going to be the loneliest as he walked alone without the best half of him. Only half a man carrying an empty shell in the dark, loud and frenetic streets of Seoul. People running back home barely paying him attention, reminding him once again how lonely you can be in this cruel world if you push the people of your life away. 

It was only a fair punishment he deserved to have. 

But he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t painful. 

Not when he still breathed her, not when she was the best part of him. 

And when he reached the steps of his house he didn’t feel the relief he imagined to feel. 

Those four walls brought him so much emptiness already, he didn’t want to imagine the feeling now. 

But he had no other choice. 

So he took a step forward, sniffling and squeezing his eyes. 

Haechan.

He chuckled bitterly. Voice replaying in his brain, sounding just like when she would scream his name when he used to run away from the school cafeteria to hide from the bullies. 

Haechan. 

He shook his head. Voice replaying in his brain, sounding broken just like when she would find him in the bathroom with his head in the toilet, vomiting everything he had just eaten. 

Haechan. 

He stopped. Voice sounding a bit too real for him to be playing tricks in his mind. 

“Haechan.” 

There she was, soaked in the acid rain, crying, looking at him while her lips quivered, and her body was shaking. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, incredulity filling his voice and eyes. 

“I was at a party, dancing with another man,” she started saying, sniffling. “A man I’m sure loves me so, a man I care about so much, too,” she stopped, taking a deep breath. “And I could only think about you.” 

“You said you can’t pass over what I did. You told me to let you go.” 

She nodded, squeezing in her coat, this was just like when they ended this. “I know… but I would only hurt myself trying to hurt you. And I would even hurt people that don’t deserve this at all. What’s the point of pushing you away if I look for you in every face? What is freedom if I can’t have you? Why am I forcing myself to believe that I can heal if I don’t have you?” 

“So, you’re hurt.” 

“I am, and I hate you so much. I hate you because I can’t truly do it. Because somehow you got so deep inside of me that if I push you out, if I kill you, I’ll kill a part of me, too. I hate you because you’re so… so irrational, and you never think twice, and this makes you do so many dumb things and last time it played us.”

“You don’t have to take me back… as much as I want you, I can’t force you into this.” 

She shook her head. “You’re not. I’m the reckless one that’s jumping into you again, because I would jump into you even if you were an ocean full of sharks, Hyuck. I’d jump into you if you were a volcano. And I know that right now, right where we are, it sounds so toxic and wrong and that Renjun will stop talking to me,” she dramatized with a light chuckle. “But I don’t feel alive when I’m with somebody else. They’re not you. They will never be you.” 

When Haechan didn’t reply she got that she didn’t convince him, and smiled bitterly. 

“We did a mess, didn’t we? I let you treat me like that because I loved you so bad. I would’ve done, and I did, anything just so I could call you mine. I was your willing accomplice. And you know the funny thing? I’d do it all again. I’ll take you back any moment because maybe, after all, we were both going down but didn’t see it with clear eyes. Because we… we are not so different from each other, we are two cowards, we run away thinking things will fix themselves and then act surprised when they fall apart. But if I can’t have you, I see no point in wanting somebody else. Because after all you are and will always be my favorite crime.”

“You’re better than me,” he replied, voice shaking, eyelashes clamping together with tears and rain.  

She shook her head, taking a step forward. 

“I hate you,” she said with a smile on her face. “I hate you so fucking much Lee Donghyuck. You made me fall in love with your dumb self again, I was so sure you would’ve failed...You should’ve let this fall apart, you should’ve given me a reason to hate you but God...I’ve fallen in love again.” 

“I love you,” he said, smiling back, reaching her, caressing her wet cheek. And kissing her. This wasn’t like their other past kisses, this was to seal a promise. This was to wash away the pain with the rain. To look at a brighter future that had rainbows shining in their sky. 

“But if you do it again, if you hurt me half of what you hurt me this time, I won’t be so gentle. I won’t take you back. I hate feeling like I’m going down, Haechan. I can’t take the same pain of the last year together. I can’t deal, and won’t deal with cold stares, and small replies. I won’t tolerate made-up excuses. I’m not like I used to be, I now know my worth. I’m smart, I’m funny, I’m beautiful, I’m a shining diamond and I want to be all of this with you by my side. But if you’ll leave me in the dust again I won’t waste a moment leaving you forever. You lost me once, you won’t get me thrice.” 

“I won’t ever hurt you like that. I learned my lesson,” he replied. “And I’m sorry, I truly am. For all the times I didn’t remind you how much I loved you, or how beautiful I found you. I’m sorry for looking as if I wasn’t listening to you or paying attention to your passions. I’m sorry that I put you in the last place every time. And I’m sorry for betraying you. I’ve spent nights up realizing how wrong what I did with her was. I couldn’t see it, brain fogged by other things that shouldn’t have been my priorities but I promise it won’t happen again. Not with her, not with anybody else.” 

She hummed, “you better because I’ll leave you in the rain if that happens.” 

He chuckled and then lifted her up, her legs wrapped around his waist as she let him carry her inside, the warmth of the house surrounding their freezing bodies immediately. But the cold seeped in their bones again when their wet clothes met the ground on the way to the bedroom. 

“I need you,” she whispered, leaving kisses all over his face, gasping when he let her body fall on the mattress. 

“I’m here,” he replied, kissing her neck, and then her collarbones. “I won’t leave you this time. I will never leave you again.” 

And he made sure to prove it to her with facts, time would’ve talked for his true intentions, but now he had her right there once again and he had to start proving it to her. So he did what he knew she liked best, just like he used to do when they first started dating and he still showed her how much he cherished her. 

“Haechan,” his name came out like a whisper, followed by loud moans when his lips latched at her mound. 

His tongue slipped inside her cunt before pulling out, lips wrapping around her clit sucking with intention. It was like Haechan had a mission, make up for the lost time. His nails dug into her thighs, spreading her wide enough so he could move better and take care of the whole area. It was messy, wet and even loud but none of the two could care. 

The idea of hiding or pulling her legs closed didn’t even cross her mind, just like trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure, letting out moans and whimpers and chants of his name while her hands wrapped around his brown hair and pulled him closer. 

She could feel Haechan grin against her, his chuckle vibrating against her before he pulled away, replacing his tongue with his fingers. “You needed this, didn’t you?” It wasn’t a mock, more like a teasing remark that put his heart at ease when she hummed and nodded. She needed him. She missed him. And he was so unsure of that, that he couldn’t believe it was real and not a product of his fantasy. 

When he dived in again she knew she wasn’t going to last for long. Haechan knew exactly what to do, how to please her, how to get her weak in the knees. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, lips still pressed against her pussy as he sucked and licked harshly. “You’re always so wet, so so excited for me.” He would’ve liked to ask if it was the same with him, if Jeno ever got her this excited, but he honestly just wanted to forget him. And make sure he didn’t cross her mind. 

When his fingers started moving faster into her and curl deeper, her hips started moving, meeting him halfway. 

“Uh, uh,” he clicked his tongue, his left hand leaving her thigh to press flat against her stomach, “need you to stay right there, baby.” 

“I’m gonna —” she didn’t finish, orgasm ripping out of her thanks to his swift and precise movements, tongue, lips and fingers working together in a deadly mix that left her trembling underneath him, moaning loudly. 

“Haechan,” she called when he didn’t stop, lifting her head to look at him, biting her lips when their eyes met. The way he was looking at her cutting her breath short and making her heart jump. “I don’t think I can…” 

“Take it?” He asked, pulling away, breath fanning on her soaked clit. “Babe, was it seriously so disappointing? Not used anymore to come over and over again until you’re nothing but a mess underneath me?” 

She hummed, closing her eyes, pressing her feet against the mattress. “I… I am, it’s just…” 

“It’s just?” He teased, curling his fingers, hitting the sweet spot inside her, making her scream. 

“You’re too… too good at this,” she confessed. 

Haechan smirked proudly, lips attacking her clit again, sucking with strength, pushing her over the edge for the second time.  

“Stop, stop, stop,” she mumbled, thighs closing around him and hips bucking messily. 

He scoffed. “I need to put you on the right track again.” 

She looked at him with foggy eyes, skin burning up as she stared at the way he was pumping his cock slowly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Haechan whispered, running his hands on her body, caressing the curves before he leaned in to kiss her, moving his body between her legs. “Are you on the pill?” 

She hummed in agreement, biting her lips, and spreading her legs more. Haechan’s hand placed next to her head, while the other held his cock as he rubbed the tip against her slit. 

“Please, I need you,” she whined, hating the way he was teasing her. It had been too long since they had each other to play these games. 

“How much do you need me?” He asked, kissing her lips before doing the same on her neck, biting it enough to make blood come up on the surface. 

“So, so much,” she whispered through gritted teeth, breath shaking at the say he was still teasing her entrance and her clit. “Need you to make me forget about everything and everyone, please.” 

With a low groan, he slipped inside, thick tip enough to light a fire inside of her and make her hands reach for his back, pulling him closer. 

“Always ready for me,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall in the crook of her neck as he bottomed in. “Always so tight and wet, fuck.” 

“For you,” she whispered, rolling her hips against him, signalling him to move. “Just for you.” 

The world disappeared for real when he started moving with calculated and long thrusts, one hand supporting his body up and the other wrapped tightly around her hip. 

“Fuck, missed you so much,” he mumbled through gritted teeth, pulling back from her shoulder to look at her face. “Missed your thighs,” he whispered, gripping her there, pulling her legs further apart, and pressing them against the mattress. “Missed your lips, so fucking much.” 

She moaned in the heated kiss, hands wrapping in his hair and tugging, making him groan. 

“Nobody comes close to you, no matter how much I tried to — fuck — convince myself,” he whispered, a string of spit still connecting their lips. 

“Harder,” she whimpered, “I — I want you to mark me.” 

Haechan groaned, and obeyed, starting to suck on her collarbones and bite on her skin while his hands squeezed tighter around her skin, on her thighs, on her hips, everywhere he could. 

“Mine,” he groaned. “Always have been mine, never stopped being mine.” 

She knew it was true, that no matter how much she tried to fool herself there was something that was always going to tie her to him. 

“Never stopped loving you,” he whispered against the skin of her neck before his hands moved her body closer to his, angling it so he could hit better inside of her. 

“Fuck,” she moaned, head rolling back and her hand hitting the mattress at her side. “I’m close, again.” 

“Come, baby. I told you I’m not going to stop.” 

And another orgasm washed over her, but Haechan gave her no time to recharge, fucking into her with the same rhythm that drove her crazy. 

“I — I can’t believe this is real,” he whispered, sitting straight, eliciting a disappointed sound from her lips at the loss of contact. “I dreamed of you every night, it was like a — fuck — a nightmare. And it still wasn’t close to this, to you. You’re a dream and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you enough, I’m…” 

She moved up with difficulty, pulling him close to her again, kissing his fears, and tears, away. “I’m here now. And I won’t leave if you won’t leave me behind.” 

Haechan sniffled, shaking his head because this wasn’t the time to be vulnerable. “I won’t. I won’t hurt you anymore, I promise.” 

“Good,” she whispered, falling against the bed again, smiling when he got closer to her and started kissing her, a long, sloppy kiss while he kept fucking into her.

“You feel too good, I’m gonna come,” he hissed, the pace of his hips slowing down because he didn’t want this to stop. He wanted more. He wanted to stay buried inside of her all night until they were nothing but a mess of limbs and bones that for some miracle still fit together. 

And she knew exactly what was running in his brain. “Come, you can fuck me again. I don’t want you to stop.” It might’ve been a lot to take but she needed it. She needed it with him. To feel their skin rub against each other, and have the room filled with their lewd sounds of fleshes and wetness and moans. 

Her words were enough to push him over the edge. White cum spilling inside of her while his hips came to a stop against her ass. 

“Want to ride you,” she whimpered, placing her hands on his chest when he calmed down and making him roll to the side. 

Haechan didn’t complain, why would he anyway? And let her adjust on him, grinding on his cock, not even giving it time to soften. 

“I love you,” he murmured, looking up at her, sliding down on his cock slowly, the light from outside lighting up her features and her curves. “So much I can’t believe I was so stupid to let you go and not treat you right.” 

“Yes, you were,” she said, nails scratching his chest as she started to move her hips slowly, feeling him rub against her inside just like she wanted, filling her like only he could. “But I’m,” she stopped, words dying in her mouth. “I’m here, and I don’t want to think about it.” 

Haechan hummed, hands wrapping around her waist, guiding her movements. 

She rolled her head back, mouth hanging open since she couldn't hold in any sounds, the stimulation of his cock and her clit rubbing against him was making her go crazy. And Haechan knew it, she was still an open book and he remembered how to read her again. 

“Fuck, babe,” he moaned, cupping her ass and squeezing the flesh hard. She started bouncing on him faster, hands steady on his chest before one reached for his neck and wrapped around it tightly. 

“Revenge?” 

She chuckled, “I should kill you to get revenge but, fuck,” she stopped, thighs shaking and hips faltering as she could feel they were both so close again. “I love you too much.” 

“That’s it, fuck, keep moving like that,” he hummed, eyes moving from her face to her boobs that were bouncing up and down. 

Her moans got higher, fingers grazing his skin and hips slamming messily against him, Haechan started moving against her, meeting her halfway. And in a few seconds, they were both coming, this orgasm stronger the last one, leaving them panting on top of each other. 

“I got you, I’m here,” he whispered, caressing her back and hair when he heard small sobs from her. 

She hummed, hiding in the crook of his neck, staying silent for a while, enjoying his caresses and the way he was still filling her, lulling herself in the warmth of his body and the delicateness of his hands caressing her back while he whispered sweet nothings in her ears. 

“Please, don’t ever leave me again. I don’t even want to choose between having you in my life or not.” 

“I won’t. I promise I’ll treat you right just like when we first met.”

“I love you,” she whispered, rolling to the side, snuggling close to him again, leaving pecks on his shoulder and chest. 

“I love you, too,” he replied, caressing her hair and pressing his lips on her forehead. Still unsure this wasn’t all a trick of his mind and that she was truly there, in his arms. And it sure, it was going to be a long path trying to fix what was broken, but he couldn’t care. He was in his happy place and that was all that mattered. 

Things would’ve fallen into pieces, step by step, eventually, with time, tomorrow. 

Now, it was fine like this, with the storm raging outside and their hearts beating as one, lulling them to sleep as they found peace realizing that with others they were happy, but together they were happier.

a/n: I hope you liked it, please let me know your opinion whatever it is, I’ve read so many theories before publishing it and I’d like to know what you think after reading it (be polite ofc). Also, let me know if you’d like to read another part, I feel bad for Jeno and I had in mind to address how his relationship with the mc ended better here but then I decided to end it like this, mostly because it was already long. If you’d like to read more, though, I’d write it. And also let me know if you want to be kept/added to the taglist in case I’ll write more.

#nct fanfiction #haechan smut #haechan fluff #haechan angst #jeno smut #jeno fluff #jeno angst #lee haechan smut #lee haechan fluff #lee haechan angst #lee jeno smut #lee jeno fluff #lee jeno angst #haechan scenarios #jeno scenarios #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #series: sour universe

[twilghtkoo]

i’m in love with you

pairings. haechan x reader

genre. fluff

note. pls listen to the song while reading this !!!! bold italics are lyrics i pulled out from the song

‘yeah there’s somethin i’ve been meaning to say to you baby but i just can’t do it’

“you know i love trying these coffee places with you, but that coffee place you took me to on our first date will always be my favorite. hands down. even though i get the same drink religiously, but still they never put too much ice in my iced coffee, they…” haechan stares at you lovingly as you rant on about your iced coffee. as he takes a sip of his iced americano, nodding along with you even though he only searches for coffee places to shop because he loves hearing what you have to say about each new drink you make him try. he loves hearing you go off about the certain taste of the creamer they used. or the color of your iced coffee is detrimental to how your day starts. and three words are itching to come out of his mouth but he doesn’t let it. he continues listening to you.

-

‘what a call, movin’ in, i feel like i can loosen my lips (come on so strong’

you accidentally dropped his phone in the bathtub while you both were relaxing together in your tub. he had asked you to grab his phone that was sitting on the toilet, yet it had slipped out of your hands and sinking down to the bottom. you were crying. crying because you had dropped his phone and because you know he has important stuff on there. what if everything is ruined? what if he’s gonna get mad at you? you were too busy overthinking and crying, not seeing haechan quickly take his phone out the water and mindlessly placing it on the pile of your towels, before engulfing you from behind in a hug. he wasn’t mad. he doesn’t hate you. he assures you that everything is fine, the phone is fine. placing wet kisses on your bare shoulder. “it wasn’t your fault, stuff like that happens. i’d never be mad at you or hate you.” and it’s at that moment, he needed to assure you with his lips on yours.

-

‘i’m getting no sleep, tossin’ and turnin’ all night long’

you didn’t mind staying up at night at an ungodly hour with haechan, as you both lie on your sides, facing each other. you’ll randomly ask a random question and that sparks an endless conversation while he plays with your fingers. and then a comfortable silence falls between the both of you as haechan stares at you with a thousand thoughts running around his head, and he wants to tell you all of them. you feel his stare on you, knowing he’s got a lot on his mind right now, probably wants to talk to you about something but you won’t push him. he’ll come to you when he’s ready. you kiss the hand that’s holding yours as you take him out of his thoughts. snuggling closer towards his side of the bed into his warmth.

-

‘i’ve been countin’ my blessings, thinkin’ this through, just like one, two, yeah, i’m in love with you’

say it, haechan. say it. he watches as you jump in your seat next to him as you curse at the tv screen. a blue shell hit you close to the finish line, and a peek at the small map in the corner, you see haechan is closely behind you. you end up winning the race, and you jump up from the couch, jumping up and down as you tell haechan you did it. it’s a historical moment because you finally beat his ass and look who’s sat in second place. you were proud of yourself. but he was proud of you too. even though you don’t like playing the scary games with him or the hard ones where you guys play against each other but he keeps killing you because you’re always camping, and you don’t know what screen cheating is. but in this moment he regrets those other moments before where he could’ve told you he loves you. all those times. his desire to express his emotions right now flooding his whole body as he stands up next to you, holding you so you quit jumping. being open about his feelings is quite hard for haechan, and you know and understand that. so he decides to make it as simple as possible, so it cannot be interpreted in any other way. and you feel it.

#yeow6n #obsessed with the 1975’s new album so i took one of my fav songs and created a haechan drabble :D #lee donghyuck #haechan #haechan fluff #nct fluff #nct dream #haechan x reader #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #nct donghyuck #nct haechan #nct imagines #haechan masterlist #lee haechan #nct masterlist #Spotify #nct 127 #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff

[neobubz]

✖ Quiet Down Pt. 4 (M) ✖

☆ okay, hi everyone! this story is a renjun x fem reader x haechan story. please look at the pairings to figure out who the part/chapter will be based around. also, the warnings will be based off each part/chapter as well, so please take notice to that too. i hope you enjoy the story! ☆

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 Word Count: approx. 11k Pairings (based on each part): haechan x fem reader x renjun Warnings (based on each part): mature audiences only, explicit language, fingering, oral (female receiving), sq***ting, oral (male receiving), co-worker relations, consensual relations Preview: For what feels like minutes you stare at Renjun. His face bright red from what you don’t know. Anger, embarrassment, shyness, lust? You can’t tell. His eyes just stare into yours unreadable and unreachable. He takes a tentative step forward. Eyes glued to yours as he makes his way up to you. Gulping you find yourself trying to cover up more. Hand clamping down between your legs while the other wraps around your chest. Coiling in on yourself trying not to show any unnecessary skin. Renjun stands in front of you. Hands at his sides, eyes still clouded over in uncertainty. Bringing his hand up he strokes down over your hair. Instantly tears well up in your eyes. Renjun wraps his arms around you pulling you close to him, shielding you from Haechan. Holding you tight he kisses the top of your head. “Did he hurt you?” He whispers into your ear.

✖-----------------------✖

Your boss turns around from his assistant eyes wide. “Oh, no, please don’t tell me you were injured as well?! Ms. Johnson, please make note for next year to exclude Tug-of-War,” he sighs. “I can’t bare to be the one who causes you guys’ pain. Let me see,” he instructs Renjun and Charlotte to show him where they were injured.

“I-Injured?” Renjun asks.

“I-Injured?” Renjun asks.

“Yes, that’s why the other two went inside. Seems like your partners’ hands got blistered and raw,” he shivers. “Poor dear…Haechan’s helping her to get all cleaned and bandaged up.”

“He is?” Charlotte looks at Renjun. “Wh-What about the rest of the games?”

“Ah! Yes! Charlotte, you can take your friends place for the rest of the games. I don’t think if she gets back in time, she’ll even be able to participate. I’d hate to have both she and Renjun lose out on a chance to win the luxury suit.”

“It-It’s fine,” Renjun sighs. “It’s just a room, right?”

“NO! I’ll do it!” Charlotte grabs hold of Renjun’s hand. “Thank you so much, sir.” She starts pulling Renjun away before he ruins your chances of staying in the luxury suite. “I know you’re worried about her but we can’t let her down. Last year she ended up in a shitty room. I won’t let her anywhere near a room like that this year.”

Shaking his head Renjun slows down. “It’s not that. How could I have not known? I was behind her the whole time. I should have known…”

“Renjun, calm down, it’s no one’s fault. If I know my girl, she was just trying to do her best and got caught up in the moment. She’ll be fine. Haechan won’t let anything happen to her.”

Scoffing Renjun rolls his eyes, “no, he’ll just flirt with her the whole time.”

Charlotte exhales deeply, hand resting on Renjun’s shoulder. “I know you’re pissed but like they say, ‘no use in crying over spilt milk,’ she’s with Haechan right now and you can’t do anything about it because we need to kick some major ass! I want to stay in that room too and with what we’re about to do,” she points to your boss setting things up. “You’ll both owe me big time!”

Chuckling Renjun nods his head, “so exactly when am I being kicked out of the room?”

“Tomorrow. All day long! From dawn till the next dawn! It will be your little girlfriend,” she wiggles her brows, “Sasha and myself.”

Blushing Renjun walks away, “she’s not my girlfriend...”

“Not yet, but I’m sure she will be…”

Charlotte and Renjun join the others who have made it to the final two games. Jeno and Mia standing next to them looking at Renjun confused. Not able to ask what is going on your boss rushes forward excitedly.

“Okay everyone! We’ve made it to the end! Now, this game is going to be a longer one. You and your partner will need to go over different obstacles and come out at the end either first or second. Ms. Johnson, please explain what they will need to do.”

Stepping forward Ms. Johnson, your boss’ assistant with her large round black glasses and clipboard – that has every teams placements in the games comes forward. “You and your partner will start off here,” she walks to the first post. “One of you will need to grab the baseball bat, spin around exactly ten times, your partner keeping count – when you get to ten you need to run down here,” she jogs down the way where jump ropes are neatly folded. “You will then jump ten times and tag your partner. Then, your partner will need to take the soccer ball, maneuver around the cones and score a goal. Once they have done that, they will need to take the hula hoop by the tree and rotate around you ten times. The teams that finish first and second will move onto the final round.”

Renjun and Charlotte stare at each other shocked. Suddenly, a second round of Tug-of-War doesn’t seem too bad. Charlotte going up to the first section sighs. “You two OWE ME HUGE for this!” She groans. “I’ll go first and you finish off, okay?”

Renjun nods, “got it.”

The other teams get in position, Jeno taking on the last part of the race along with Renjun. Already feeling the pressure Renjun wipes his forehead trying his best not to get psyched out. Keeping a close eye on your boss’ red bandana, Charlotte gets in position. Your boss raises his hand high in the air and just like during the other two games prior, he brings his arm quickly down to his side – the games starting off once again.

Quickly, Charlotte grabs the bat. Twirling around two, five, eight times, until she turns around exactly ten times. Standing up she starts wobbling and tangling her legs together.

“Come on, Charlotte!” Renjun runs alongside her as she rushes forward. “You’ve got this!”

Rushing forward like a bull in a China shop, Charlotte manages to grab the jump rope and start jumping without stumbling. Her hair sticking to her forward as the sun starts to settle in its high noon position. Muscles sore and aching from the previous games she screams out, dropping the rope as she finishes her ten jumps. Tagging Renjun, seconds before Mia tags Jeno, Renjun rushes over to the soccer ball and starts dribbling the ball throughout the cones. Tripping a few times – Jeno takes the lead reaching the goal before Renjun.

“HURRY RENJUN!” Charlotte shouts.

Renjun looks back to find the guy who was your teams anchor during Tug-of-War hot on his trail. Going through the last cone smoothly he rushes the ball down the field stopping at a line that was laid out and with all his might he kicks the ball scoring a goal.

“Great! Hurry! Grab the hula hoop!” Charlotte runs up to him. “Remember ten times!”

“I know! I know!” Frantically, Renjun starts to swivel his hips, the hoop falling to the ground several times. Looking at Jeno, he wasn’t exactly doing mastering the intricacies either. Grabbing hold of the hoop again, Renjun calms himself down and starts swinging his hips, the hula hoop finally managing to stay up, he counts down along with Charlotte.

“Five…seven…nine…ten!!!” Charlotte screams. “We did it!”

Renjun stops the hoop looking over to their boss and assistant who give them both a thumbs up. “We did it!!!” He holds his hand up for a high-five. “Luxury suite here we come!”

“Didn’t think you had it in you,” Jeno claps Renjun on the shoulder. “But you kept up pretty well.”

“Thanks,” Renjun’s ears start to turn pink. “I thought I was a goner with the soccer ball.”

“You were both amazing, Charlotte!” Mia rushes over. “I literally was playing catch up to you the whole time.”

“Well, what can I say?” She shrugs, “lots of crazy drunken times during my university years helps to solidify my talent for walking around dazed and confused.” Both teams crack up at Charlotte’s confession.

“But what happened? Why are you with Renjun?” Mia asks.

“Yeah man, what gives?”

“Uh, well, someone got hurt,” Renjun sighs. “It was during Tug-of-War.”

“Wait, for real?” Mia gasps. “Is she alright? Why aren’t you with her?”

“Haechan saw that her hands were missed up and is helping her right now,” he shrugs.

Jeno’s hand falls from Renjun’s shoulder. Worried he bends down to his ear, “is it really smart to leave Haechan with her?” He whispers.

“Like I had much of a choice…”

“Okay! Our last two teams! Let’s finish these games off so we can all get unpacked and get some lunch!” Your boss shouts. Jeno, Mia, Renjun and Charlotte walk over to the starting line, your boss all the way down the field next to the soccer goal. “Okay, the final game is an easy one. It is, ‘Father, May I?’ A little take on the game ‘Mother, May I.’”

“Well, this should be fun,” Mia sighs. “Nothing like playing a primary school game.”

“Beats getting dizzy again.” Charlotte exhales deeply. “Well let the best team win.”

“Okay, since Jeno’s team won, they will start,” Ms. Johnson instructs. “Whoever gets to the end and taps his shoulder wins.”

Holding his hands to his mouth Jeno starts off the game, “Father, may I take five steps forward?” He shouts.

“YES!” Your boss shouts. Taking exactly five, slightly larger than normal steps, Jeno gets closer to your boss.

“Father, may I take four steps forward?” Charlotte shouts.

“YES!”

“Four?” Renjun gawks at her. “Why didn’t you say six?”

“There’s a certain skill required for this game. You’ll see.” She leaps as far as she can, exactly four steps, coming very close to where Jeno stands.

“Father, may I take six steps forward?” Mia asks.

“NO!”

“Shit…” she curses.

“F-Father, may I take…” Charlotte holds up four fingers. “F-Four steps forward?”

“YES!”

Shocked that he said yes, Renjun takes four steps. One-by-one, the game continues. Trying to figure out exactly how many steps they should ask, Renjun and Charlotte end up slightly behind Jeno and Mia at the half-way point. Their boss showing signs of stubbornness when both teams call out numbers for three rounds and he, saying no to all of them.

“Father, may I take six steps forward?” Charlotte asks.

“YES!” Your boss finally agrees.

Again, Charlotte leaps forward six steps towards your boss. Mia asks to take four steps forward, and when your boss says, yes, Charlotte turns back to find that Mia is copying her leaping, but, unlike Charlotte, has longer legs. Now, ahead, Mia sticks her tongue out teasingly.

“Cheater,” Charlotte whispers.

“Grow taller,” Mia retorts.

Both girls start laughing. The game continues on. Renjun now heading the two teams, mere feet from touching your boss’ shoulder. “Father, may I take two steps forward?” Renjun asks.

Hearing how close Renjun is your boss starts chuckling, “hmmm…Renjun? Is that you?” He asks. Not answering Renjun holds in his laughter. “How many steps was the last time you asked?” Your boss tries to think. “Uh, yes?” He questions himself. “Yes, you may.”

Stepping forward two large steps, Renjun can smell your boss’ cologne as a light breeze blows against them. So close to tapping his shoulder and winning the games.

“Father, may I take five steps?” Jeno asks further back.

“No.”

Frustrated Jeno falls onto the grass, his hands gripping his hair. If your boss had said yes, he could have won the game.

“Father, may I take four steps forward?” Charlotte asks squinting as she asks the question.

“Uh…” Your boss starts fidgeting. “You may…”

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“Open this damn door now!” Renjun screams from the other side. Your eyes closing you relish in your orgasm. Body shaking, covered in goosebumps – mind and soul leaving you completely. Smirking at your fucked out state Haechan rushes over to the door unlocking it. “What?” He peeks his head out. “What the fuck is going on there?” Renjun’s face and ears burning a brilliant red. “Move!” He pushes against the door making Haechan back away before he gets crushed. Rounding the corner Renjun comes face to face with your lifeless form on the counter. Stripped of everything but your bra. “WH-WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!”

Stunned beyond belief he moves closer to you. Arms glued to his side, eyes wild and jaw tight. “What the fuck did you do to her?” His hands ball up into fists.

Haechan comes up to him from behind resting his palms on Renjun’s shoulders. Lowering himself to his ears a devilish smirk on his face he whispers, “just had a little fun with our girl,” he chuckles.

Renjun tears himself away from Haechan glaring daggers. “Why did you do this?” He asks. “What the hell is wrong with you? I’ve been nothing but nice to you! I’ve shown you nothing but kindness and understanding and this,” he points to you as you start coming to again. “This is what you do to your friends? This is how you treat people who you’re supposed to care about? Y-You slither your way like a fucking snake into their relationships and fuck everything up? What is your problem?!”

Haechan rolls his eyes stepping away from Renjun. Seeing you start to move around he walks up to you, being careful of your juices that still soak the floor. Moving your legs open slightly he stands between them opening his arms to wrap them around you. Limp in his hold he pulls you flush against him, his hand going up to cup your cheek ever so gently.

“Baby,” he calls to you. Your eyes fluttering open to see him smiling down at you. “Are you still with us?” He asks chuckling.

“Mmhmm…” is all you can manage to say. Resting your head under his chin he holds you tight in his arms.

“We have some company,” he kisses the top of your head. “Can you wake up enough to say hi to them?” He asks you. “I believe they’re worried about you,” he looks over to Renjun.

“W-Worried?!” Renjun marches forward his feet sliding under him. “What the hell?” He looks down the floor shining under the light. “What the hell is this? Water?”

“No, that’s not water,” Haechan lifts up your chin with his index finger. “That’s from our girl here,” he kisses you gently your body starting to come alive as if he were a prince and you Sleeping Beauty.

“Ge-Get away from her!” Renjun grabs your clothes from the floor shoving Haechan’s hand away.

Paying Renjun no mind, Haechan holds you tight. “Baby, wake up. Look who’s here,” he turns your face to Renjun. Languidly your gaze goes into the direction Haechan points you. Eyes blurry mind still trying to move through the fog of ecstasy you felt from finally being able to cum, you see a familiar face.

Eyes worried behind round glasses. Their brows knitted together in both anger and concern. Mouth hanging open words not able to come from their lips. The fog clearing. Your sight becoming less distorted, their face becoming clearer — awareness rushing toward you like a punch to the gut. Gasping for air you wiggle in Haechan’s hold. Flailing around frantically trying to move away from the person before you. Searching the ground for the clothes that were once on your body.

“Re-Re-Renjun!” You squeak. “No! Please! N-No!”

“Looks like someone’s a little shy,” Haechan laughs while keeping you in his arms.

“Ge-Get off me you jerk!” You smack his arms. “Renjun, please! Th-This isn’t what it looks like!”

You try to say but this is exactly what it looks like. Almost completely naked aside from your bra you’re still on top of the sink in the hotel’s bathroom, where you just came harder than you ever have in your life. Haechan, being the culprit, the seducer, the devil, and the man who has brought you to heaven and back with just his mouth, fingers and words. This is EXACTLY what it looks like.

“Don’t be shy,” Haechan whispers as he covers you with his body.

“Where are my clothes?” You look around the floor.

“Right here,” Renjun mumbles holding up your clothes in his hands. “Here,” he looks away from you.

His face so hurt, so saddened, it tears you apart. Your heart breaking again and again the longer you look at him. What were you thinking? Why would you let Haechan touch you? Kiss you? How could you be this stupid?

“I’m so sorry,” you cry out. Tears falling onto your cheeks. “I’m sorry…”

“Now now,” Haechan sighs snatching your clothes from Renjun tossing them down towards the last sink. “Enough of the tears, and don’t you dare look at her like that!” He shouts.

“Like what?!” Renjun snaps. “I’m not looking at her because unlike someone I have respect for her!” His face darkening, eyes bloodshot as if he’s on the verge of tears.

Scoffing Haechan props you up before barricading you from Renjun. “And I don’t? Look just because I’m not afraid to show how much I like her, how much I want to be with her, how much I need her — in more ways than one, doesn’t mean I have no respect for her. Because you know what, Renjun!” He steps forward poking his friend in the chest pushing him away from you. “I do! I see her as the beautiful sexy temptress that she is. I see her as a strong and independent woman that can boss me around and still make me fall for her! I’m not sitting on my ass trying to be the ‘good guy’ and play nice all the time. That’s you!” He backs Renjun against the wall, his body hovering over him.

“You can call me anything you want! A jerk! An ass! A snake, I don’t fucking care because here’s the truth,” he leans down to his ear. “I’ve been having my way with her all day. What have you done? Kiss her?” He chuckles. “Tell me this, how long would it have taken you to see her like this? How long would you have waited to taste her? To fuck her?” He moves to the side giving Renjun a quick glimpse at your still almost completely nude form. Having since pulled up your bra so your nipples weren’t showing anymore, you have your hands blocking your most private area.

Renjun’s eyes drift from yours down to your nose, lips, neck — seeing faint kiss marks from Haechan with what he just did and kiss marks from when the two of you were on the bus. His eyes continuing down your body stopping at your breasts. Seeing your chest rise and fall as you breathe heavily from his intense gaze. Traveling down your body he glosses over every curve his tongue sliding over his lips when his gaze stops just below your belly button.

“Look at her,” Haechan goes to Renjun’s side. “How long would you have waited to see her like this?” He asks him his voice still a whisper. “Don’t you want to know how she sounds when you’re kissing her body? How she feels under your touch? How she tastes?” Again, Renjun wets his lips. Pupils dilating the more Haechan goes on. “She’s right here in front of you.” Haechan steps away giving him a full view of you from across the room. “What are you going to do, Renjun?”

For what feels like minutes you stare at Renjun. His face bright red from what you don’t know. Anger, embarrassment, shyness, lust? You can’t tell. His eyes just stare into yours unreadable and unreachable. He takes a tentative step forward. Eyes glued to yours as he makes his way up to you. Gulping you find yourself trying to cover up more. Hand clamping down between your legs while the other wraps around your chest. Coiling in on yourself trying not to show any unnecessary skin. Renjun stands in front of you. Hands at his sides, eyes still clouded over in uncertainty.

Bringing his hand up he strokes down over your hair. Instantly tears well up in your eyes. Renjun wraps his arms around you pulling you close to him, shielding you from Haechan. Holding you tight he kisses the top of your head.

“Did he hurt you?” He whispers into your ear.

Shaking your head, you cling to him for dear life. “N-No… I’m sorry, Renjun…I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

He pulls back shaking his head. “There is no need to say sorry. When Haechan was pulling you away I was worried,” he takes hold of your wrist that was covering your chest seeing your bandaged hand. “Are you okay? Does it hurt? Our boss told Charlotte and I what happened.”

“CH-CHARLOTTE?!” Fear washes over you as your gaze sets on where the door is.

“Don’t worry I came alone,” he pulls your attention back to him. “What happened?” He looks at you but then back at Haechan. “With her hand,” he clarifies.

Haechan looks at Renjun questioningly. His eyes roaming over his face, brows knitted together as if he were trying to figure out a puzzle. “The ropes rubbed her hands raw,” he walks over standing next to you. “They were a little bloody but I cleaned them and wrapped them. She should be fine until later tonight.” He keeps his eyes locked on Renjun.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks you. “I would have helped you,” he cups your cheek in his hand.

“I-I didn’t know until Haechan pointed it out. I mean my hands were hurting but I didn’t think it was that bad. I’m sorry.”

Renjun cracks a smile, “again, you don’t have to be sorry. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He looks down to the last sink where Haechan threw your clothes. “Why don’t we get you dressed?” He asks you.

“What?!” Haechan shouts. “Are you kidding me?”

“No!” Renjun snaps. “I’m not kidding.”

“Dude she is literally in front of you undressed and the only thing on your mind is to put her clothes back on?!” Haechan scoffs rolling his eyes. “You know what, fine!” He marches down to the last sink grabbing your clothes. “You want to pretend like you’re the good guy here be my guest.” He shoves your clothes into his arms. “But I’m not buying it for one second! I saw the way you kissed her! Hell, all of us did. You want her just as badly as I do! Why don’t you just admit to yourself that you want her?”

“Haechan, drop it!” Renjun turns from him clutching your clothes in his arms.

“No! I want to know! Do you want to know what she was like when she knew you were behind the door?”

Gasping you turn to Haechan, “stop!”

“She was spread eagle for me while I was eating her out. Pussy dripping wet at just the thought of you coming in here and seeing her like that. Moaning like a little slut,” Haechan starts laughing. “Should have seen —"

Out of nowhere your clothes drop to the ground as Renjun swings around his hand balling up into a fist, punching Haechan square in his jaw. Clenching his jaw, fumbling from the punch, Haechan barely holds himself up from falling onto the ground.

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP! DO YOU EVER STOP TALKING?!”

“Renjun…” you whisper eyes wide. Never in a million years would you guess Renjun would do something like that.

“I-I…” he looks at you stunned by his own behavior.

“Little shit,” Haechan chuckles from the ground. “Didn’t think you had it in you…”

“Haechan,” you whisper reaching a hand out for him.

“I’m good,” he holds up his hands but then lunges forward punching Renjun. Falling back into the edge of the sink Renjun lets out a scream. Hands clutching his now busted lip and his side. He looks up at Haechan startled. Exhaling deeply Haechan rolls his neck loud cracks echoing off the barren walls. “Did that feel good?” He looks down at Renjun. “Feel good to let out what you’ve been feeling this whole time?”

“Fuck you,” Renjun hisses. “Fuck that hurt…” he brings his hand down blood smearing on his fingertips.

“Renjun!” Sliding down from the sink you go to rush to him but Haechan wraps his arms around your waist instead. “Haechan! Let me go!” You fight in his arms. “He’s hurt!”

“And I’m not?!” He looks at you stunned. “Plus, he’s a big boy he’ll be alright.”

“Don’t touch her!” Renjun stands up eyes wild and burning with fire.

Quirking a brow, Haechan slides one of his hands up your body slowly. Caressing your stomach which makes you inhale deeply. Body trembling against his chilly fingers. “Oh, I think she likes it when I touch her.” He continues his journey up your body gripping one of your breasts in his hand. “Isn’t that right baby?” He lowers his head pressing his lips against your neck. “Had you moaning and begging for me to make you cum, didn’t I?” He asks you his other hand slipping between your legs cupping your core.

“Haechan!” Renjun glares body shaking with rage. “I said don’t touch her!”

Looking up, his face still close to your neck he snickers, “make me.” He taunts. “By the way, you should have seen how wet she got when she knew you were right outside,” Haechan starts to rub between your waiting folds. “Was dripping all over the counter. Had to slurp everything up.” He kisses your neck fingers rubbing over your clit.

“Ah!!!” You moan your pelvis jerking forward.

“You should come closer Renjun, she’s already getting wet. You like it when there are people around don’t you? Like being watched,” Haechan kisses from the base of your neck up to your jaw. “Want Renjun to play with you too, don’t you?” He asks looking at Renjun as he toys with your pussy. “You want to feel his mouth on you, isn’t that right?”

“Haechan, please…” you beg for him to stop.

“Look at her,” Haechan holds up his hand his fingers glistening with your juices. “Look at how wet she is. She’s waiting for you, Renjun.”

Renjun stares at Haechan’s glistening fingers coated in your wetness. Gulping loudly his eyes trailing down to your face. Eyes half closed, chest rising and falling, all the way down to your exposed wet core. Never in a million years did he ever think he would have been able to talk to you. Far too shy to approach you. Only watching and wondering who you were and what you were really like from far away. Never in a million years did he think that you were going to pick his name. Praying that somehow you would pick him ensuring an opportunity to talk to you, to get to know you — miraculously someone from above must have heard him and decided to back him up because it happened! His prayers answered.

Until everything shattered before his eyes seeing you and Haechan together in the backseat of the bus. Deceit from his best friend clear as day. Regretting ever admitting even in the slightest that he was interested in you. Especially, after Haechan thought you liked him. That was his biggest mistake. Haechan being the friend full of confidence. Haechan being the friend that everyone loved to be around even when he was acting like a dick –was still somehow entertaining and fun to be around.

The way he holds himself, how he can talk to just about anyone — one of the reasons Renjun wanted to be friends with him in the first place. After almost half a year of friendship. Half a year of getting to know each other, spending time together feeling more like family then friends — the one person in his life who he trusted more than anyone was the person who has betrayed him the most.

Watching Haechan’s fingers rub over your clit, your body wiggling in his grasp. Bandaged hand covering your mouth as you hold back moan after moan Renjun watches with impassive eyes. This was supposed to be him. He was the person who was supposed to kiss you, hold you, love you, and make love to you. And yet here he is. Standing in front of you as his best friend dips his fingers inside of you. A loud whimper coming from you that you just couldn’t hold back, not even for his sake.

Then again…

Renjun’s eyes lift to yours. Tears dripping down onto your cheeks. His heart breaking to see you look like this. His heart beating faster the longer he looks at you. Wanting so desperately to pull you away from Haechan, to wrap you in his arms, and show you what love is like and can be like — but Haechan was right. How long would it have taken him to talk to you? Would he have ever gotten the courage to do so? And how long would it have taken for him to kiss you? Your flirtations being brought on only because Haechan told you he liked you.

If he kept his secret… Renjun steps forward, would you have even tried to kiss him? If you didn’t know he liked you, would you have even agreed to spend time with him on the trip? No matter how enraged he is feeling on the inside, Renjun reaches out cupping your cheek in his hand. Haechan made all of this happen.

Leaning into his touch your lips brush over the palm of his hand. Inhaling sharply Renjun’s eyes finally soften. If it wasn’t for Haechan he wouldn’t have had the courage to talk to you in the first place, whether or not you picked his name out of the hat, his stupid bet being the main reason. If it wasn’t for Haechan saying that he told you he liked you, he would have never approached you at the gas station wanting to talk to you.

You would have never linked your arm with his and he would have never felt like he was going to have a heart attack from the excitement he felt. If it wasn’t for Haechan he would have never kissed you the way he did. Hungry and desperate to feel your lips on his. To let you know exactly how he felt all those months pining for you. And if it wasn’t for Haechan, he wouldn’t have the courage to —

Moving his hand from your cheek Renjun grips a hold of your neck. Ripping off his glasses, he tosses them behind you onto the sink and yanks you to him. Your lips landing hard against his.

“About damn time,” Haechan smirks hopping up onto the sink.

Renjun’s hold on your neck keeps you locked in place. His other arm wrapping around you, gripping your waist tightly. Your arms wrap around his small frame getting lost in the way his lips move across yours. Gently but with a strong sense of urgency and passion behind each kiss upon your lips. Moaning when he nips your bottom lip your mouth opens allowing him entrance. Without hesitation Renjun deepens the kiss his tongue swirling around yours. Turning things sloppy and wet. Making your legs clench together as you feel wetness start to trickle down your inner thigh. Clenching the back of your neck he shoves his tongue further into your mouth, your back arching, his arm keeping you steady as he drives you crazy with just a mere kiss.

Pulling back gasping for air Renjun stares into your eyes. Pupils dilated chest rising and falling quickly he gives you another kiss this one softer. His grip on you starts to loosen. Hand falling from your neck giving you a chance to wrap your arms around his neck. His arms wrapping you in a tight embrace, hands resting at the button of your back.

“Is it true?” He whispers against your lips.

“Tr-True?” You stutter when he moves from your lips to your cheek.

“Were you thinking about me?” His voice soft against your skin making his kiss burn hotter.

“Yes!” You moan feeling him trail kisses down your neck.

“What were you thinking about?” He sucks on your neck.

“A-About you coming in,” you lean your neck back giving him access.

“Mmmhmm,” he nips your neck. “Anything else?”

“Y-You taking o-over,” your body starts to warm up. Cheeks burning brightly.

Smiling against your neck Renjun gazes up at you. “Take over? What exactly did you want me to do?” He kisses a line back up to your lips.

“T-To kiss me a-and touch me,” you look away embarrassment consuming you. “To f-feel your mouth on me…”

“So naughty,” Haechan hops down coming up behind you. “Thinking of another man like that,” he wraps his arms around your waist. “I think we should give her what she wants. Don’t you think?” He asks Renjun.

“We?” Renjun quirks a brow. “Haven’t you had enough of her already?”

“Hell no, plus,” he slides his hand around your body to between your legs causing you to cry out. “I want to see her squirt again,” he slides his middle finger inside of you.

Renjun steps back watching Haechan pump his finger inside of you. “What happens doesn’t leave this room?” He states instead of asks.

“Of course,” Haechan pulls his hand away sliding his coated finger into his mouth sucking off your juices. “My lips are sealed. Don’t want to share her with anyone else,” he grips your chin turning your head to kiss you. “Well, no one but you,” he winks at Renjun.

“So, what should we do first?” Renjun asks Haechan but his eyes stay on you.

“Hmmm, how about we set you up again on the sink. Let’s show Renjun that pretty pussy of yours, shall we?” Haechan moves away from you.

“Re-Renjun…” you whisper.

He nods towards you his sweet gentle smile appearing on his face again. Haechan pulls you back to the sink and helps you up so you don’t put too much weight on your hands. Spreading your legs for you, Haechan squats down. “Don’t be shy,” he looks back towards Renjun. “Not like you’re a virgin,” he snorts.

“Shut it, okay?” Renjun walks over to him. “I just didn’t think any of this would be happening, right now…” he whispers.

“Well, it is…” Haechan pulls him down next to him. “She’s already soaking wet. Must really like you,” he rubs his thumb over your clit making you twitch.

“How can you be so shameless?” Renjun places his hand on your knee to steady himself. Holding in a moan your legs start to close.

“Man, what kind of hold do you have on her?” Haechan chuckles pushing your legs open. “You touch her and she reacts.”

Renjun looks up at you shocked. Turning away from him you close your eyes. What Haechan said was true. Just a simple touch to your body from Renjun makes you react. Body sizzling under his cool chilly fingers. Both afraid and eager for him to touch you more and to touch you where you dare not say.

“Go on,” Haechan moves away.

Moving closer to you Renjun gets his first real glance at you. Eyes going wide, lower lip being gnawed by his teeth — his eyes moving over your puffy wet folds. Reaching out a shaky hand he places his thumb on your clit. Instantly your pelvis moves forward, a high-pitched whine coming from you.

“Quiet down, babe,” Haechan chuckles. “Don’t want anyone walking in on us, do we?” He kisses the inside of your leg.

“I-I can’t help i-i —"

Another loud moan comes from you. A wet stripe being placed from your entrance up to your clit. Renjun’s tongue being the culprit.

“Damn, okay,” Haechan chuckles.

He gets up and sits next to you on the counter top. His arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you to him. “Like feeling his tongue on your clit?” He asks you.

“Mmmhmm…” you whimper as Renjun once again slides his tongue over your pussy ever so gently. “S-So good,” your entrance clenches wanting to be filled.

“You taste so good…” Renjun moans flicking his tongue over your pulsing nub.

“She does, doesn’t she? Best pussy I’ve tasted,” Haechan lifts your chin up and dips down for a kiss. A slight sweetness entering your mouth when he swipes his tongue into your mouth.

Renjun spreads open your folds your legs opening wider for him. Rubbing over your clit with his index finger he watches as your juices start to seep out of you. His mouth watering, he slurps up your wetness. “You were right, she’s soaking wet,” he chuckles giving your pussy a kiss.

“Must love to get eaten out.” He mumbles against your lips. “You like having someone between your legs?”

“Yes! I love it,” your hand finds its way into Renjun’s hair, running through his short locks. “Feels so good, Renjun.” You whisper. Eyes rolling into the back of your head when he flicks his tongue teasingly over your clit. “Fuck…”

Kissing your sensitive nub, Renjun wraps his lips around it sucking gingerly. Your hand pushing him forward, urging him not to stop. Crying out in pleasure Haechan crashes his lips onto yours trying to keep you as quiet as possible. His hand grabbing onto your breasts massaging roughly. A beautiful contrast to Renjun’s softness. Reaching underneath your bra, pushing it upward, Haechan grasps your nipple — twisting it between his fingers, your body twisting and turning in pleasure.

Never before have you been with two people. Always dating just one person who never wanted to add anyone else to the mix, the old you would have said no way to anyone joining you and your partner in bed — your mind changing slowly with Renjun and Haechan. Perhaps adding someone else to the mix isn’t that bad, especially when it feels this amazing.

Groaning into the kiss you pull away gasping for air. Renjun starts to slurp up your essence his eyes landing on yours. His beautiful innocent eyes staring back at you while eating you out starts the churning in your stomach. Your orgasm building up.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” You whimper. “Feels so good, don’t stop…”

“Gonna cum for Renjun? Make him clean you up?” Haechan kisses your neck, biting your skin, your nipple still being twisted between his fingers.

“Yes! Fuck!!” You start moving your hips against Renjun’s lips feeling your orgasm closing in. Body trembling and eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Shit!” You scream as your climax hits you. Twisting and turning uncontrollably, stars sparkling behind your closed eyes. Legs clenching around Renjun’s head making him push your legs open as he keeps licking over your pussy.

“That’s our girl,” Haechan pecks your lips, “but I think we can do better don’t you think?” There is a dark smirk laced behind Haechan’s words. His hand traveling down to your pulsating nub. “Renjun, you may want to move off to the side,” Haechan chuckles. “Unless you don’t mind getting soaking wet,” he peers at you. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

Still riding off the orgasm Renjun caused you, Haechan rubs over your sensitive nub gently, warming you back up. “Hae-Haechan,” you cup the side of his face in your hand.

“I want you to show Renjun what you can do,” he kisses the tip of your nose the sweetest smile on his face, making him look like a kid excited to show his friend his new toy.

“I-I,” you’re cut off with his fingers sliding into you. Your head falls back onto the mirror the feeling of finally being filled making you blank out for a second.

Your walls clamp down around Haechan’s fingers. “So tight,” he twists his fingers around inside of you. “Want something else inside you, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm…” you sigh at the thought of being filled up by both Haechan and Renjun. Them fucking you until your mind goes blank, body limp from being used. Their cum dripping from your pussy. A loud moan echoes off the walls. Your eyes flying open as Haechan hits your g-spot. “R-Right there!” You say in urgency. “Please don’t stop!”

“Not gonna happen,” he pulls away slightly angling his hand better as he slams his fingers in and out of you.

Your breath hitches as your third orgasm starts to build up. Arms propping you up, eyes closed tight. Squelching sounds from Haechan’s fingers and your soaking wet juices along with your whimpers the only sounds bouncing off the bathroom walls. Renjun rests his head on the inside of your knee. Eyes glued to your pussy; lip tightly buried under his top teeth. Hungrily waiting for you to show him your special skill. A groan comes from Haechan. The veins in his forearm pronounced as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. Sweat builds around his forehead, dampening the hair that touches his neck. Eyes laser focused on the task at hand.

“I-I-I’m coming!” You scream as your orgasm hits you hard just like when Renjun was banging on the door. Your mind goes blank. Eyes rolling into the back of your head. Haechan slams his fingers inside of you once more when you feel yourself spray your juices out. His fingers pull from you, rubbing over your clit ferociously. “Fuck!!!!” You scream as you continue spraying onto the already wet floor.

Haechan’s hand slows down as your wetness does too. Body shivering Haechan holds onto you the moment he sees you sliding down. Renjun standing up quickly, gripping your thighs so you don’t fall off.

“S-So fucking hot,” Haechan breathes heavily. “How did we get so lucky?” He turns your head to kiss him. Your lips moving lazily over his. Still on cloud nine, mind body and soul floating above you in ecstasy.

“Don’t forget about me,” Renjun pouts.

Releasing you from his hold Haechan lets you fall into Renjun’s arms. He holds you tight, lips pressed against yours. Tongue entering your mouth your body comes alive at the memory of what he did to you moments ago. Pulling him closer to you, you push your pelvis against his — feeling how hard he was under his jeans. A groan passes Renjun’s lips when you rub your pelvis against his.

“Fuck,” he pulls back. “Want more don’t you?” He asks grasping your face in his hands.

“Yes. I want you,” you try to kiss him but he pulls back. “Re-Renjun!” You whine.

Chuckling he shakes his head. “As much as I want to continue, we need to get out of here before someone really comes by looking for us.” Reaching into his back pocket he pulls out the card key to the luxury suite. “Plus, I’m sure we’ll be more comfortable in a bedroom as opposed to a bathroom.”

“Fuck yeah!” Haechan grabs the card key. “Let’s get the hell out of here!”

Stroking your hair lovingly, Renjun kisses the top of your head. “Who invited you?” He turns to Haechan.

Haechan stops dead in his tracks. “Wait what?”

Renjun reaches down and picks up your clothes. “I said, who invited you? I don’t think you won the luxury suite.” He helps you put your shirt back on then turns to Haechan. “If anyone Charlotte should be the one sharing the luxury suite with us,” he smirks. “She’s the one who helped me win it while the two of you were…taking care of an injury?”

“Charlotte’s married! What the hell man! Trust me, you don’t want to get involved with a married woman!” Haechan rushes over. “Plus, how are you ever going to deal with this one?” He points to you; your panties now being pulled up your body. “Trust me it will take two of us to satisfy her!” He whines as you slide into your jeans, Renjun buttoning them for you.

“I never intended anything to happen with Charlotte and I,” he grimaces. “To even think I would do that is disgusting. Also, I think I’m fully capable and equipped to handle our girl here,” lifting your chin with his index finger Renjun kisses you gently. “You should consider yourself lucky I let things go this far.”

Grabbing your socks, Renjun bends down and slides them onto your feet. “Please, you’re kidding me, right? Also, why are you making it sound like the two of you are dating. You couldn’t even talk to her this morning! No way in hell the two of you are together!” As soon as your shoes are put on your feet Haechan grabs your wrist yanking you away from Renjun. “It’s both of us or no one,” he wraps his arms around you tightly. “If it’s with you I don’t mind sharing her! But if you even think about trying to take her for yourself, I can assure you I will do everything in my power to interfere every step of the way!”

Renjun’s brows knit together. “Shut up,” he turns away. “Also, clean this shit up,” he points down at the wet floor. “Since you caused it,” he holds out his hand. “Come on, Charlotte is probably worried sick about you.”

“What the hell!” Haechan moves you away from Renjun. “I didn’t cause this! Our little fountain did!”

“I can’t clean it up!” You hold up your hands. “I’m injured,” you make sniffing noises like you’re about to cry.

Trying to hold back a laugh Haechan turns from you. “Just call for a janitor and say that the floor is wet,” Haechan holds onto your wrist pulling you away from Renjun and around the soaking wet floor. “We’ll discuss sleeping arrangements later,” he wraps his arm around your waist.

Renjun comes up beside you as you all exist the bathroom, first aid kit in hand. “Excuse me,” Renjun grips your wrist. “Your partner is probably in the lobby waiting to get your card key. We’re going upstairs. Lunch is going to be ready soon anyway,” he sighs. “We’ll talk about all of this after the movie tonight.”

Haechan chuckles, “was planning on having a little fun during the movie tonight.”

“NO!” Renjun stands in front of you. “You had your fun for now. Just let her breathe for two seconds. You’re like a dog in heat!”

“So, what I have to follow your rules? Is that it? I can only be around her when you say it’s okay?”

“No…” Renjun groans. “Like I said we’ll talk about it AFTER THE MOVIE! Just let her relax for the evening. She came twice already. You can’t be serious about wanting to fool around with her when we’ll be in a room surrounded by our co-workers and our boss! How dumb are you? Do you want to get fired?”

“Okay, wow, rude,” Haechan scoffs. “I’m not dumb and we wouldn’t get caught at all. This is your first trip with all of us. Trust me, our boss falls asleep after the first part of the movie. People are talking and texting and chatting away. We’d be in the back corner away from everyone. No one would know at all. AND…technically, it was three times.” Haechan smirks. “Would have been more but I was having to much fun making her wait. Isn’t that right, baby?” He winks at you.

Pushing you towards the elevators, Renjun glares in Haechan’s direction. “Stop calling her baby. She’s not your baby.”

“I’ll call her anything I want to!” Haechan shouts. “See you soon, ba…by!”

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Haechan runs off towards the noise that was coming down the hallway around the corner. Renjun with his hand at the center of your back leads you to the elevators. A strange energy permeating from him. Unsure exactly what to say and feel after that rather intimate, spontaneous, and sensual moment all three of you just had. When Haechan told you that Renjun was interested in you, you didn’t know how to feel. Having told Charlotte you would absolutely pass on Renjun and even thinking he was gay — now wanting to know what he tastes like, what it would feel like to fuck and be fucked by him, wanting to feel his mouth and tongue on you once again.

This isn’t what you expected at all. Glancing at Renjun as he presses the button for the elevator you can’t help but wonder if things didn’t progress this quickly what it would have been like to date him. A tiny smile comes to your face as you remember him walking up to you. Finally, looking at him for the first time up close — thinking how handsome and pure, he was and even now, still is. How he stuttered and twitched and avoided your eyes. The cutest person alive!

Things would have gone incredibly slow. Secret glances towards each other. Small touches that made your hearts flutter. Whispering whatever was on your mind with each other leaving both of you in a fit of giggles. All leading up to hopefully Renjun, asking you out on your first official date. Most likely out for lunch and then a stroll through the park. Nodding you stare as the numbers descend down to the main floor. Renjun seems like a simple first date type of guy. Nothing extravagant but also nothing private and personal.

Your first time, granted hasn’t happened yet, but with the way things were just now — only time will tell when that will happen. But if you’re thinking about things in a traditional sense, it would be a long time until the two of you would have sex. Absolutely after you were going out for a few months. Really solidifying the relationship. Perhaps even after meeting each other’s families at least for a short period of time, like picking up the other or dropping the other off. Now, you gulp staring at him, you only hope that by the end of this weekend you’ll be able to find out what it’s like to sleep with him.

The elevator dings, the doors opening. Opening his arm gesturing for you to walk in first you go inside, Renjun following behind and pressing the button to the top floor. No one else in the elevator, away from prying eyes you start fiddling with your fingers. You need to apologize to him. An actual apology, not one when you’re almost naked and with Haechan around to butt in.

“Renjun, I —"

He sighs. “We’ll talk about everything when we get inside. Our bags are already in the room, so we’ll have a chance to talk before we head down for lunch.” He keeps his face forward towards the doors, not looking back at you.

“Th-The games, what were the last two?”

“The one after tug-of-war was a relay race. Charlotte and I needed to do two things each. She had to spin around a baseball bat ten times before jumping rope, while I had to dribble a soccer ball through cones, scoring a goal and then hula hoop. We finished second.” He glances back at you. “I would have asked Charlotte to take your place so don’t feel guilty at all,” he looks down at your hands. “Tonight, before we go to sleep, we’ll see how they look and change the bandages.” His eyes widen his head quickly turning back to the doors. “Th-The second game,” he starts shifting back and forth like he’s nervous about something. “Umm, the second game, was ‘father may I,’ well…mother but considering it was our boss,” he clears his throat. “And of course, we won with Charlotte winning it for us. She says you owe her a girl’s day and night in the luxury suite.”

Giggling you nod, “as expected. I’m truly sorry that I couldn’t participate for the last two games. Because of Haechan or not, even if I got bandaged up and left, I would have felt terrible not being able to participate to help win the room for us. Next time we may not be partners and…I just wanted to make your first time was enjoyable,” you whisper lowly.

Gasping loudly as arms wrap around you. Pulling you tight against him, Renjun rests his cheek next to yours. Your heart bursts through your chest, arms wrapping around him tightly, trying to fuse your bodies together. “As long as I’m with you I’ll be okay. Plus, Charlotte I think would kill you if you even tried to have participated in the games,” he chuckles.

“I think you’re right,” you sigh gently as his sweet floral smell washes over you. “I am sorry, Renjun. I didn’t mean for things to end up like that. I don’t know what happened.”

“I know you like Haechan but please know that I like you too, so much and I don’t want to lose you before I even had the chance to have you,” he kisses your cheek gently.

The elevator dings the doors opening and Renjun pulls away quickly. Taking hold of your hand as gently as he can he pulls you out of the elevator and towards the last door in the hallway. As you draw closer to the door your body grows excited. Wanting to see what exactly a luxury suite really entails. A beautiful view and a gigantic bed waiting for you to jump onto and seep into its softness. Stopping at the door, Renjun presses the card key up to the lock, the light turning green. Opening the door, he walks in first, you tugging along behind excited, but when you get through the door — Renjun slams it shut, pushing your back against it.

“Re-Renju—"

He slams his lips down onto yours. Mind going wild with this sudden change in Renjun’s manner, your arms wrap around his shoulders hoping this kiss doesn’t end any time soon. His lips move across yours hastily. Hands wrapping around your waist pulling you against him. Pelvis touching yours, his length poking against you. Pulling back a moan comes from you. Pushing your pelvis forward so you can feel his length again his hands falling to your waist.

“Shit,” he hisses.

“Renjun~~” you moan his name sweetly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Eyes closing Renjun steadies himself. Hand pressing against the door, your hips rolling against his while he holds onto you with his other hand. “I-I didn’t want,” he grunts when you slide your fingers over his clothed girth. “Fuck…”

Giggling you grip him through his jeans, “you didn’t want…what?”

His breath catches in his throat as you palm his length. “I-I –” his hips start to move along with your hand. “I wanted to have more self-control than this.” Giggling at his sweet confession you rub your fingers over his length smiling up at him when his lustful eyes switch, something brewing deep inside. He grabs your wrist pulling your hand away. “NO! STOP!” He alarms you.

“Wh-What is it?” You ask concerned worried you’ve overstepped.

“Your hand,” he brings your hand up to his lips pressing a soft kiss on the tops of your fingers. “I don’t want you to make them worse. I already feel terrible that I didn’t take notice earlier…”

“Renjun…” you whisper staring at him. His eyes down casted looking at your bandaged hand as if he were the one who caused you this pain in the first place. Cupping his cheek in your hand you lift his face up to meet yours. Leaning in, you gingerly place your lips on his.

Even with himself in the state he’s in. Hardened cock, breathless and indeed of a release, his mind and priority are on you. Not wanting you to get hurt even more so than you already are. Wondering if you did something amazing in a past life to deserve someone as sweet and caring as Renjun – you pull him against you, hips grinding against his.

“Thank you for worrying about me,” your lips tremble against his as his length rubs over your already dripping clothed core, “but I’ll be fine.” Your lips brush over his, hot breath mixing together with his.

“No,” he shakes his head. “You need to heal first. My needs don’t matter,” he moves his lips from yours trailing them down your chin to your jaw.

How can he say that his needs don’t matter? They absolutely matter! Suddenly, as if there was a lightbulb hanging over your head, an idea pops into your mind. If Renjun won’t let you touch him with your hands, well, there is still one way you can get what you both desire.

“I guess you’re right,” you slide your body down his until your squatting, face level with his girth. Back pressed against the chilly door, your hands grip Renjun’s tiny but firm thighs. “I suppose my mouth will do,” you balance yourself and reach up to the front of his jeans.

“Wh-What are –” he stares flabbergasted as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. “Shit…” he whispers when his eyes meet yours. With one swift movement you tug his jeans down his legs until they pool at his feet. Covering himself before you make eye contact with his length, Renjun looks away from you. Eyes shaking, cheeks and ears bright as the sunrise itself. “Y-You don’t have to do this… You should rest especially after –” he drifts off unable to say what happened in the bathroom.

Placing your hands over his you shake your head. “I want to, Renjun… so bad…”

“R-Really?!” He gulps loudly.

Feeling your own cheeks start to warm you slowly move his hands to his sides. “Yes, you made me feel so good, Renjun. It made me think of doing a lot more with you. So so much more,” you bite your lower lip when you finally see the impression of his cock under his briefs. Instinctively, you lick your lips feeling yourself wanting to drool just looking at him. Precum creating a wet mark around his tip.

Lifting yourself up higher you place gentle kisses along his length. A long soft sigh escapes him. His head leaning back, eyes closing shut. Heading for the tip you wrap your lips around the wetness sucking in his essence. Renjun whimpers hands resting at his side balling into tight fists. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you slurp up as much of him as you can. A natural sweet taste dancing across your taste buds. Only the slightest bitter taste at the back of his sweetness. Wanting to taste more of him you pull back grabbing the waistband of his briefs. Pulling his briefs down you’re almost hit on the cheek by his cock springing forward.

Giggling you look up at him. Eyes laser focused on you; you gently blow onto his swollen head. He shivers in your grasp making you smile and blow onto him again, this time going up and down his shaft. Eyes becoming hooded he gnaws on his bottom lip. Chest rising and falling quickly the longer you tease him. Wanting to hear him beg for you. Wanting to see him come undone you kiss the base of his cock moving up along his length until you place an open-mouthed kiss on the tip – your tongue just gracing over his slit.

“Shit!!!” Renjun gasps hands slamming flat against the door.

“Like that?” You giggle as you kiss along his length again.

“Mmmhmm…” he hums lips in a hard line. When you get close to the tip of his cock you open your mouth again allowing your tongue to brush against him. “F-Fuck!” Renjun starts panting. “Pl-Please…” he whispers.

“Please?” You look up at him, the head of his cock resting just above your lips.

Peeling his hand from the door, Renjun strokes your hair gently, his hand sliding under your chin lifting your head so your lips are touching the underside of his tip. His hips jerk forward, cock rubbing against your lips. “Fuck! I need you…please!” He whines.

Looking up at Renjun to see the desperation on his face. The neediness in his eyes and soft but firm touch of his hand against your chin – you only wonder what you looked like to Haechan. Completely at his mercy to get you off, how he kept teasing you when all you wanted to do was cum. Your heart starts racing imagining Renjun turning into a mess because of you. Body seconds from collapsing to the ground in need of a release. Clenching your legs together you open your mouth, your tongue poking out.

Giving the underside of his swollen tip a lick, Renjun cries out in pleasure. “You need me?” You ask him, sliding the tip of your tongue from the base of his cock to the head. His cries getting louder and needer as you continue.  

“Yes! Please!” His body starts shaking. Wrapping your mouth around the tip you suck gently. Tongue swirling around, sucking up the remnants of precum that glisten in the light. Whiny breathy moans come from Renjun as you focus solely on the head of his cock. “Fuck! Please…I can’t take it anymore!” His hand grips your locks, hips rolling gently. Trying to get more of your mouth on him.

Opening your mouth more you slide down onto his cock. A drawn-out whimper making you look up at to find Renjun clenching his shirt with his free hand. Giving you a nice view of his flat smooth tummy. Bobbing your head up and down you take half his length, still teasing him – you use more of your tongue than your lips. Hips thrusting up to meet your mouth, Renjun finds a nice rhythm that has you rubbing your thighs together. Doing everything in your power to reduce the aching need between your legs. When Renjun starts to pick up his pace, wanting to feel more of his length in your warm wet mouth his free hand drops his shirt and finds refuge in your hair.

Hollowing your cheeks, you start gulping him down. Immediately Renjun’s grip on your hair tightens. His moans getting louder and breathy as you take as much of him in your mouth as possible. Pulling back with a gasp of air, eyes on Renjun you kiss the tip before sliding back down around his length. This time opening your mouth wider taking all of him. Eyes getting watery. Nose starting to run, you move yourself up and down his length. Renjun’s eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Fuck…” He whimpers. “Feels so good,” he rocks his hips, cock going deeper into your mouth.

Humming in response, your hands rest on the tops of your thighs while Renjun starts to fuck your mouth. Gently sliding himself in and out. Hands releasing your hair to cup the sides of your face. His eyes once closed open to see how beautiful you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth. His breathing increases as the feeling to cum starts to take over.

“You’re doing so well,” Renjun praises, thumb caressing your cheek. “Your mouth feels so good around me…”

Smiling as he fucks your mouth, one of Renjun’s hands drifts from your cheek to the back of your neck. Holding you in place he pushes his cock further into your mouth. Body curling in response, your hands shoot up to his thighs. His cock hitting the back of your throat.

“So, fucking good…” he hisses.

Moving faster Renjun dives his cock deeper into your mouth. Both hands now gripping the back of your head. Doing your best to hold your breath, he forces himself down your throat. His moans now deafening as he builds himself up for release. Back now pressed firmly against the wall. No means of escaping you have no other choice but to take everything that Renjun gives you. Your pussy soaking your panties wanting and waiting to taste Renjun’s cum – you suck on him as hard as you can.

“Shit! Shit!” He bucks his hips forward your head resting against the door. Long thick strands of salivia dripping down onto your chin and the floor, you continue to gulp him down. “I’m gonna…” he moves faster. Throat getting abused by his cock. Tears pour down onto your cheeks. Your mouth sore from taking him. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m coming!!” Renjun thrusts far into your mouth, pulling your head forward as he spills into the back of your throat.

Wriggling in his grasp you feel his hot cum pour inside of you. Choking you as some spills out of your mouth. More cum than you’ve ever had to take. Pulling out slowly you suck around him milking every last drop. Far gone, Renjun falls back to the floor panting. Moaning you swallow every last bit of cum he poured into your mouth. His naturally sweet taste making you crave for more. Wanting to taste him again. An aching need to have his cum inside of you, filling you up.

“Fuck…” he whispers watching you lick around your lips where some of his cum seeped out from your mouth. Your fingers wiping up the residue from your chin – only to lick and drink up every last bit of it from your fingers. As he watches you lick your fingers realization sets in. Gasping he leans towards you an arm stretched out, “shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Smirking, a devilish gleam in your eyes, you leap forward pouncing on him. Renjun falling onto his back – you climbing on top of him, straddling his now flaccid cock. His hands grip your waist, eyes trembling in fear and astonishment. Leaning down you kiss him fervently. Lips smacking against his still overcome by how sexy Renjun is. As you kiss him a lingering taste of himself has Renjun wrapping his arms around you tightly, deepening the kiss. The kiss turns sloppy, saliva smearing over your faces, tongues swirling against each other’s when you pull back giving his bottom lip a small bite. Laughing, Renjun sits up, hand going to your neck, as he gnaws gently on your lower lip.

“You’re going to be the death of me, I swear.” He chuckles body falling back to rest on the cool hardwood floor.

“Really?” You sit up placing your hands on his stomach. “I wouldn’t want that to happen. We’ve barely started having fun,” you wink at him.

“I didn’t hurt you though, right?” He sits up holding you in his grasp as you slide down onto the floor, legs still wrapped around his waist. “I didn’t mean to lose myself back there. You just felt so good,” he rubs the back of his neck.

“I’m fine, Renjun,” you peck his lips. “More than fine,” you kiss him again this time longer.

“We should probably get down to the cafeteria before anyone starts wondering where we are,” he mumbles against your lips.

Humming in agreement you trail kisses over his cheek and to his neck. “I’m ravenous,” you giggle sucking on his smooth pale skin.

Grabbing your shoulders before you start up another round Renjun pulls back. A little kiss mark being left behind making you smile with glee. “Then let’s get something to eat. Afterwards we can relax for today until the movie?” He asks.

Nodding you untangle yourself from Renjun. He sits up pulling his briefs and jeans up until he completely stands. Making himself look more presentable, he holds out his hands for you. Gripping your wrists, he hoists you to your feet then fixes your hair that he messed up.

Opening the door for you he lets you walk out first, “I think a nice nap would be great! Also, a bath, after this morning, I could use one.” You head in the direction of the elevators.

Closing the door behind him, Renjun’s body stiffens up like a board – including his cock. “Di-Did you say bath?!”

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PART 5

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heyyaaa, a scenario where secret bf!chenle and you are dating for like a year or smth and none of the dreamies knew about it.. until.. you and lele were hanging out in his house and the dreamies went to visit daegal chenle without informing him first (which is not usual 'coz they always inform him.. n e waysss) and were vvv shocked (they eyes do be lookin' like saucers tho) when they saw a random ass person in chenle's house (they thought u was a thief at first and was about to call the cops on u lmao)

dang im sorry this is very detailed and my eng is very questionable,, thanksssss

YES This sounds adorable! Also it's cool I'm fine with details and what not! That and I fucking eat up the secret dating trope GAHHHH okay okay, let's start! Also your English is amazing! No worries <3

Heart Thief

TW: Language

Pairing: Secret BF!Chenle x Reader; Platonic!NCT Dream x Reader

Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified

Genre: Fluff

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"Hey, do you guys want to go visit Chenle?" Mark asks out of the blue. Chenle had apparently caught a really bad cold and asked the managers to allow him to stay home for the weekend and, luckily, the company wasn't keen on taking chances of his condition worsening so they approved it. That being said, the Dreamies were naturally worried, yet every text and call they made ended with the same response.

"What for? He's just going to tell us to stay away so we don't get sick like usual," Jaemin shrugs.

"Okay, but when has he actually cared about our well-being when he was sick," Renjun asks, recalling the times that Chenle would arrive at practice sneezing every two minutes or getting chills the entire time. "Maybe there's something else going on? We should check on him," Renjun supports Mark.

"I mean... I can't say that I haven't been a little curious," Jisung mutters. "It's not like him to just... not work, you know? Even when he's sick he at least shows up."

"It must be really bad then!" Jeno gasps. "What if... what if he's bedridden and no one's home to help him?!"

"He lives with his mom," Haechan scoffs.

"Well his mom works too, you know! I agree, let's go visit him!" Jeno says.

"Well, that's four. Me, Renjun, Jeno, and Jisung, are you two really not coming?" Mark asks. Haechan sighs and Jaemin rolls his eyes.

"Of course we're coming," Jaemin shoves Haechan forward.

"Yeah, what he said," Haechan juts his thumb toward Jaemin.

"Good! Jeno will drive!" Mark tosses him his keys and Jeno's shoulders slumped.

"I hate being the only responsible driver in this group..." he mumbles.

"I can drive!" Haechan volunteers.

"No!" Everyone else cut him off, causing Haechan to break into laughter.

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"No!" Mark half-whispers while he holds Haechan's hand down.

"Did you guys hear that?" Jeno asks quietly.

"Shh!" Renjun shushes him, trying to listen around him.

The six boys stood in a close circle in the middle of Chenle's living room, Haechan having long known where the spare key was and letting everyone in, until they heard shuffling around the house. They saw that Mrs. Zhong's car was out of the driveway, so it couldn't be her, and if it was Chenle then they didn't want to ruin the surprise.

Until they saw the rough outline of whoever it was in the kitchen, and, needless to say, they did not match Chenle's silhouette at all.

Now, with a stapler in hand, Haechan was ready to take matters into his own hands until Mark stopped him.

"What if it's a sasaeng?" Haechan asks.

"It's not! If they were then they wouldn't be out here, no would they?" Jaemin fires back. "Plus, Chenle's security is too good for a sasaeng to get in."

"That's true, but even then they could be a thief!" Haechan defends. "Jisung would agree with me, right, Jisung?" Haechan turns to his left and notices that Jisung was anywhere but next to him. "Oh my god the thief killed Jisung!" Haechan laments, clutching onto Jeno. "They're going to pick us off one by one so they got poor unsuspecting Jisung!"

Meanwhile, the poor unsuspecting Jisung was rather busy.

"You'll fit, it's okay!" Jisung locks his fingers together to make you a makeshift step stool.

"Jisung... you've lost it, buddy, I can't fit on the top shelf!" You look over your shoulder, still hearing the other Dreamies argue amongst themselves. Jisung takes a deep breath.

"There is nowhere else for you to hide!" He half whispers. Chenle groans from his spot in bed.

"It's fine, (Y/N), just hide under the bed," Chenle points under him while he stays bundled in his covers to try to reach a warm enough temperature to pass off as sick. Daegal, meanwhile, watched you and Jisung in entertained silence while situating herself on Chenle's lap.

"Chenle, baby, I can't do that, there's too much crap under there!" You tried to keep your voice down. "Okay, here goes nothing," you braced yourself and stepped onto Jisung's locked hands while he boosted you up. You just barely were able to fit in the compartment when-

"Chenle are you alive?!" Haechan barges into the room with the other Dreamies, stapler brandished in his hand and various other weaponized household objects in the other members' hands. Jisung had just repositioned himself under you to help push you up, Chenle was sitting up, blanket pooled around him, about to direct Jisung how to help you, and you, poor you, were struggling to push yourself into the closet. With your arms shaking, you lost grip and collapsed on top of Jisung, earning a full laugh from Chenle.

"Oh my god, Jisung, are you okay?!" You scrambled off of him, lifting his limp body into your arms. "Jisung stay with us!" You shook him harshly to wake him up, something he takes his time with, one eye opening before the other. He stares at Haechan and gasps, effectively shoving you into the closet anyway and slamming the door.

"Hyung doesn't have a secret partner what are you talking about?!" Jisung blurts. Chenle groans, slapping his palm to his forehead.

"Yes, I'm alive," Chenle says, getting out of bed and walking over to the closet. He opens it slowly. "Are you alright, babe?" He asks.

"Yeah... just hit my hip a little too hard," you answered, slowly peeking your head out of the closet. Mark turns a light on and gasps.

"(Y/N)?!" Mark's eyes were as wide as saucers and you chuckled nervously.

"Hey... bro... what's up? Funny running into you here," you laughed awkwardly.

"Yeah, funny," Mark drops the bat in his hand and turns to Chenle. Daegal, meanwhile, hopped up to you and attempted to climb your leg, prompting you to bend down and pick her up. You cleared your throat while Daegal licked your face.

"I... uh..." you tried to break the tense silence.

"We can explain," Chenle fills in for you.

"Yeah, I'd like for you two to do that," Mark's eyes move between you and Chenle.

"Oh my god I almost killed Mark's sibling!" Haechan's shoulders slump down as he approached you, shaking your shoulder lightly. "I never knew you and Chenle were this close! Look at you, being a nice friend and all checking in on him," Haechan praises you.

"Yeah! Yes, that's definitely what this was," you nodded your head almost too enthusiastically. "Yes! Jisung was actually helping me grab another blanket from the top shelf there because Chenle was so... cold," your words were shaky, but you hoped the boys would buy it.

"Good on you, (Y/N)," Renjun smiles. "Mark, you raised (Y/N) well," Renjun teases.

"He did, right? Anyway, I just dropped by because Chenle said he wanted some chicken noodle," you pointed to the bowl on the table, something you had just finished making for him by the time you heard the front door open, luckily. "So... I'm gonna go now," you pointed out the room. "Bye, Lele!" You waved at him with a smile and he waved back.

"Thanks for the soup," he says.

"Anytime!" You speed walk out of the room, but you weren't fast enough. In no time at all, Jeno is dragging you back into the room and you're seated back on the bed.

"Now, with that out of the way, how long have you two been dating?" Haechan asks with a devious glance.

"And how could you tell Jisung before us?!" Mark gestures to Jisung, who was still seated on the floor.

"Ugh... busted," a disappointed sigh left your mouth and Chenle leans forward to press a sloppy kiss against your cheek. "Ew! Not in front of my brother, Chenle!" You groaned.

"Ew! Not in front of me!" Mark said almost simultaneously, covering his eyes.

"This is going to be a long story," you said, your voice muffled by your hands.

"Wait, so is Chenle not actually sick?" Jeno asks.

"No, I just wanted the weekend off with (Y/N)," Chenle grins.

"And it was going so well too," you sighed.

"I'll make popcorn!" Haechan says. "Jaemin, bring some chairs in, we're going to listen to (Y/N) and Chenle's romance story!"

"Ew," you groaned again. "Don't call it that!"

"Why not? It's cute enough to be its own webtoon!" Chenle teases you with puckered lips and this time it was Mark to shove a pillow between you and Chenle, causing the both of you to laugh together much to Mark's dismay.

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[what-if-nct]

throwing up angry that he's not my bf

ur moodboards have fed into my delulu fantasies, i think i told u this before (and if I haven't I thought of telling u so here I am telling u now!), but it remains true and tysm for the beautiful artwork u create!

omg why did u create this? now i gotta mourn a power couple that i want so bad that will never be. fuuuuuuck can u imagine the sorta kids they'd create? the sorta music they'd create for and about each other? ToT taeil and lizzo would such a beautiful couple!!!

PS this is hot, has someone written rpf on them yet??? LOL more proof he down with meg

sorry for spamming u but ur blog is so amazing, i luv it when i catch up to my tumblr! <3 have a lovely day gorgeous!

I'm literally so happy you guys like them I know it's literally the most random spam ever. Like the random long ass edits I did a few months ago. When I enjoy making something I go on tangents that includes story lines I like. I had to stop myself from creating five posts in a row that detail Johnny, Jungwoo, Chan and Hyunjin's south beach adventures. And my delulu fantasies are the driving force behind them so I'm glad it's creating them. And There is nothing more powerful than a Tall queen and a short king. When they met Lizzo my first thought was Taeil is in love with that woman. So is Haechan but Taeil. Like I don't know what needs to fall in line for it to be a reality. But I know Taeil would treat her right and Lizzo would ruin him for other women. Jaehyun and Megan honestly I just think they'd be cute together and he'd love her. He obviously loves tall women. Him with no hesitation saying Zendaya when asked who he was more starstruck by and who he'd like to Collab with. He was waiting to be asked that question. But Jae and Megan would be so cute together. He wouldn't know what to do or say in her presence no one would but I want to see it.

[hikunn]

doing treasure's hair !

nebly's note : hi hi! sorry for not posting in a while <3

part two

taglist : @bloom-bloom-pow

HYUNSUK.

shave all his hair off, he would not care

"ehh hair grows back anyways- do whatever!"

you decide to dye hyunsuk's hair neon blue

absolutely loves the final product

video calls his mom to show her LMOA

"mOM loOK! don't i look so good? y/n did it all! y/n's so talented fr!"

loses it when you offer to look for products to better his hair health

YOSHI.

asks you to braid his hair :(

or tie his hair in little pigtails STOPPP

yoshi loves it when you add clips & accessories

he in turn does your hair

will force you to wear matching flower crowns OMGGGG

takes many pictures + sends to his friends to flex

"i have achieved more than you will ever have 😗"

JUNKYU.

complains so much PLS

"OWW- sTOp brushing so HARD >:("

you didn't even touch a single hair on his head yet 💀

you threaten to stop if he keeps complaining

grumbles a bit but shuts up for the most part

junkyu wants a perm LMAO

you have no idea how to achieve such a demand!

he grabs a curler and tells you to wing it 😭

"i truly hope my hair isn't fried after this"

MASHIHO.

you guys are in front of a mirror so he can see what ur doing

smiling and giggling the whole time :(((((((

you'd give him the wackiest hairstyle

and mashiho would still be happy IM SOBBINGNG

would film the whole thing

"this is y/n doing my hair...should i pay y/n or not"

takes a lot of mirror selfies

posts and captions: "name a better hairstylist 🤨"

DOYOUNG.

doyoung won't stay still to annoy you on purpose

you're fixing his hair then all of a sudden he runs away

thus ruining all your hard work

pls you'd anchor him in place and threaten shave his brows off

you'd give him a bowl cut for funsies 😇

insert that haechan pic

he probably owns jojo siwa bows HELP THSATS SO FUNNY

makes you put -roughly ten bows in his hair

HARUTO.

can we take a break and just appreciate his blond hair rn

OKAY

haruto absolutely loves when you touch his hair

and it's always soft too

goofs off so much

asks you to put in hot pink hair extensions

like the ones from a play set for 3 year olds yk

he'd want to wear a tiara to top it all off 😭

masterlist + part two

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artwork by _aoqep_ on twt

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[yankpop]

Yandere NCT Dream: You lie to them

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Dating/friendship context.

AN: Another Dream reactions, Hope you guys enjoy it 💖

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Mark

Mark is super upset that you decided to lie to him. Doesn’t matter if it’s a small and seemingly insignificant lie. It matters the world to him that you decided to break the strong bond of trust he has put on you.

How can he trust you with going out, spending time with all those “friends” of yours and expect you to stay loyal to him when you can’t even be honest with him? It really messes with his head how he’s gonna deal with it cause Mark also wants you to be fully honest on your own and without his pressure.

Eventually he’s gonna resort to confront you about it, on how he’s your friend (for now. Plans to become boyfriend on motion) and that he deserves the truth. Basically, guilt-tripping you into telling him everything.

“You know that I care about you but I’m not gonna accept any of this bullshit. Both of us know that you’re lying right to my face. How can you tell me that your favorite color is blue when you initially told me you hated it?”

Renjun

This boy can’t believe that you just spit a blatant lie to his face, without even thinking twice about it. Renjun takes in every single detail on your face while you tell him whatever lie you decided to tell yet the fact that you remained completely indifferent is what makes him the most incredulous. Don’t you have any respect for him? For his fierce love for you?

He purposely stays silent for a few seconds, with a completely blank face to make you uncomfortable on purpose. Then, the questioning starts. Who are you texting? What’s the relation between you two? Why are you texting them? Why do you keep smiling when texting them? And it goes on and on.

Renjun is not naive, and he definitely knows when you’re lying. He’s your boyfriend after all, it’s his job to know all about you. So, lying to him will not work. Will grill you with endless questions until you slip on a detail and then Renjun proceeds to extract the whole truth out of you.

Even if it ends up ruining a surprise party you were secretly planning for him with his friends

“What do you mean by surprise party? For me? Really? Oh, you should’ve said that before, darling, but it’s okay. I’ll just pretend like I don’t know about it, okay?”

Jeno

Doesn’t know how to react. He literally freezes when he finds out that you’ve been lying to him. On the inside Jeno is deeply hurt by your unloyal attitude but on the outside, he acts cold and indifferent, not even bothering to mask his change of behavior towards you.

How could he not react to the fact that you have a crush on one of his best friends, despite always telling Jeno that you never liked any of his friends. Sure, you’re only a friend but he was in deep love with you and how could you not see that? How could you be so blind not to see how perfect you and him are together?

And the worst is that you like someone else and didn’t share it with him. The only way he found was through a mutual friend that couldn’t keep her mouth shut, letting out your precious secret.

Jeno would be impassive whenever you tried talking to him, giving you short answers until you would finally try to discover why he was so mad at you.

“What’s wrong with me? I don’t know, you tell me. Do you think I’m a complete fool? That I wouldn't find out about you liking Mark hyung?”

Haechan

Oh really, that’s the game you want to play? Because Haechan also knows how to play dirty, and he does it better than anyone. If you think that you can meet friends behind your boyfriend’s back and pretend like nothing happened when you know he absolutely despises them, then you’re dead wrong.

All of the sudden, he’s the one “hiding” secrets from you but still making sure you know that he’s keeping something from you. Secrets messages all the time, constant phone calls where he literally moves to another house division and that only lasts a few mysterious seconds.

All of this just to raise your suspicions and to make you feel insecure. You can think whatever you want about it because Haechan will just act like nothing is happening and you’re the one being a controlling girlfriend.

When you finally break down because of it, he’ll reveal that it was to make you realize how your own betrayal and secrets could harm your relationship. Take it as a lesson to never keep secrets from Haechan, cause he’ll always know.

“You thought I was cheating on you? I wasn’t, but frankly you’d deserve it if I did. Now you know how I felt when you lied to me just to hang out with those so-called friends of yours. From now on, let’s promise no more secrets, okay? Otherwise, I’ll have to take things to another level, and you won’t like that one bit.”

Jaemin

Not the best attitude to have with Jaemin, for sure. The only thing you accomplish by lying to him is making the normally kind and loving boy pissed off. He doesn’t want his beloved princess lying shamelessly to him.

He doesn’t find it amusing at all and honestly, with his dangerously low level of patience Jaemin is not someone you want to mess around with, not even about small details. He expects - no - demands complete honesty from you therefore any lies that might innocently escape from your lips are gonna be severely punished.

He’s gonna spank you until his hand hurts and that only happens much after you lose any remaining energy you had. It better serve as a reminder that Jaemin loves you, but he doesn’t love your lies, so don’t test his patience.

“You’re telling me that you came home late because of work? Funny, because I saw you talking for quite some time with some stranger on the way home, so why lie to me? Seems like my sweet girlfriend has lost her respect for me, huh? Do you really think you can just lie to me? Should’ve thought about that before cause now you’re about to get punished for being a bitch.”

Chenle

Chenle’s not gonna put up with your lies and he makes sure you know that. He’s not gonna pretend like he’s okay with you lying to him, so Chenle gives you a hard cold stare while you keep enrolling with your story on how you can’t hang out with him because you have to attend a distant relative’s wedding when Chenle knows that you don’t have any family besides your parents, so why even bother to make up a lie?

You lying is just as ridiculous as you trying to ditch him.

Sometimes Chenle can swear you don’t have a brain, cause you act so dumb. He prefers to catch you red handed, so he merely accepts your poor excuse and lets you be, just to knock on your door on the supposed wedding day just to catch you there and invite himself to hang out with you in your house.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s here at home. Shouldn’t you be at some wedding function? Pfft, I knew from the start that you were lying cause you’re a horrible liar so don’t even bother to try again in the future.”

Jisung

Jisung is more hurt than anything. He can’t even believe that you’d do such a horrible thing to him, leaving him completely confused about why you just lied to him. It really messes with his head and he just can’t figure it out.

It’s such a random lie that Jisung simply can’t wrap his head around the fact that you lied. Why would you say that you hated pizza when you always ordered it when the two of you would go out? It’s a bizarre thing, for sure. Could it be a girl's thing to lie about the most trivial things to their boyfriends?

Jisung will definitely talk about it with his hyungs, learning that he needs to stay more attentive to you and your tastes and preferences.

“Oh, wait, you hate pizza? Really? But, for real? I really thought you liked it!”

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[fly-forever-young]

•~Nct127 When you ask them to decide between you or the ps5

Masterlist

Taeil:

- "me or the ps5?"

-Taeil: "What?"

- "Just answer"

-Taeil: "Omg you, I can't believe you compare yourself to the ps5 it's ridiculous haha"

-Taeil stops playing and approaches you still laughing.

-Taeil: "Now that I think about it I choose the ps5"

-You look at him indignantly making him laugh even more because of your facial expressions.

Taeyong:

- "Taeyong me or the ps5?"

-Taeyong: "Why are you asking me this question?"

-You: "Just answer"

-Taeyong: “Am I neglecting you? Don't I give you enough attention? "

-You: "What? Taeyong is a simple question"

-Taeyong: "Yes, but I want to understand what I did wrong to make you question that maybe I don't prefer you"

-Taeyong: "You Y / n but now tell me why you asked me this question"

Johnny:

- "Johnny me or the ps5?"

-Johnny: "I'll ask you a similar question too, me or the nct albums?"

-You look at him amazed in disbelief at how he managed to turn the situation to his advantage.

-You: "You are in the albums too"

-Johnny: "I know but if you had to choose"

-You: "It would be indifferent since you are in the albums too, it's like choosing between you and you on a piece of paper ahhaha"

-Johnny: "Don't laugh at the paper me ... However I choose you"

Yuta:

- "Yuta can I ask you something?"

-Yuta continues to play by not listening to you.

- "Oh well it's as if you had already answered"

-You are about to leave but you stop as soon as you hear his voice.

-Yuta: “Where are you going? Ask me what you want "

- "Me or the ps5"

-Yuta looks at you before leaving the controller and standing up approaching you.

-Yuta: "You Y / n"

Doyoung:

- "Me or the ps5?"

-Doyoung: "Obviously the ps5"

-You go away angry.

-After a few hours Doyoung comes to you.

-Doyoung: "Hey don't tell me you're really mad"

-You: "Go away"

-Doyoung approaches you showing you the cake he is holding.

-Doyoung: "Me or your favorite cake?"

-You look at him and take the fork in his hand.

-You: "the cake of course"

Jaehyun:

- "Me or the ps5?"

-Jaehyun looks at you not having understood the question.

- "Me or the ps5?"

-Jaehyun: "Is this a new trend on tik tok?"

-You: "No it's my question"

-Jaehyun: "How much creativity ahaha"

-You snort irritated.

-Jaehyun: "I think you already know the answer"

-You: "Tell me the answer"

-Jaehyun: "In the future I want to have a child with you, so the answer seems obvious to me"

Jungwoo:

- "Jungwoo me or the ps5?"

-Jungwoo looks at you in disbelief that you really asked him this question.

-He gets up and hugs you tightly.

-You: "You haven't answered me yet"

-Jungwoo takes your face and then kiss you.

-Jungwoo: "Is that enough for you as an answer?"

-You shake your head and he kisses you again this time with more force.

-You: "Okay- Okay that's enough"

Mark:

- "Mark me or the ps5?"

-Mark: "Ohm well the ps5 is very expensive ...."

-You: "Mark are you serious ?!"

-Mark: "Wait let me finish don't get mad, I was saying the ps5 is expensive but you are more precious"

-You try to hide a smile but Mark notices it.

-Mark: "Pikachu I choose you"

-You: "You just ruined the romantic mood"

Haechan:

- "Me or the ps5 Haechan"

-Haechan: "The ps5 now go away"

-You go away annoyed.

-Haechan comes to you after he finish playing.

-Haechan: "You babe not the ps5"

-You keep ignoring him while he tries to be forgiven.

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[4dtk]

NCT DREAM: talking back to them and getting punished

anon: “hii ! can i have nct dream reaction to their s/o talk back to them and they doesnt happy with it and punish their s/o 🥺” hi love, sure i can. for this reaction, the boys takes up the dom role and the reader is fem, hope you don’t mind ^^

just for discretion, hate sex is hot and all but please talk out your problems and don’t solve it just by fucking 😭

NSFW under the cut, MINORS DNI!

→ MARK’s head tilts, and pleas one last time with something like “you don’t really mean that, right?” or something like that. when he gets your final word and you start to remove yourself from the argument he pulls you back. his eyes are darker, eyelids hooded. he’s intimidating!!!!! mark’s the kind to lose himself whenever he looks at you, ngl, but he knows his feelings aren’t alone and that you feel the heat and tension. i see him making you sit on his face and eating you out like no tomorrow. mark also gives off the no clothes humping vibe, where your pussy lips fit so perfectly on his curved dick and the friction makes your toes curl. the man is losing it, respectfully. imo, like i mentioned earlier, mark’s the one with the wavering dom role so he def forgets about the punishment halfway through and relishes in the way you feel around his cock.

“i want you to cum on my cock, baby, as much as i want it on my face,” mark says breathlessly, pulling away from your pussy. his hair is slick with sweat, having your thighs around his head for the past half n’ hour. you twitch as he places one last kiss on your clit, moving your ass backwards to finally get his dick in you.

"ah but," mark raises an eyebrow, "did i say now?" you're caught off guard when he forces your hips down on his exposed dick. the friction has you groaning, leaking even more now.

"move." he says. one word and you're moving your middle against the underside of his cock, your lips nicely fitted that it makes even mark moan out. the wet, filthy sounds fill the room and marks adds to your mewls. with a hand, he sneaks it behind you to play with your pussy, causing you to let out a choked whimper that has him smiling.

mark's grip on your hips tenses, eyes fluttering close in bliss when he sees the string of his pre-cum and your arousal connect each time you grind on his length, "atta girl, just like that. you'll be soaking the sheets once i'm done with you."

→ RENJUN tuts when you talk back to him, surprisingly calm when he looks you up and down. you done fucked up now bitch he’s going to ruin you!!! renjun’s movements are extremely slow, in fingering you, in licking your cunt, in pumping his cock in and out. its a punishment baby take it like it is he says! has a thing for blindfolds too, i feel, seeing the way your mouth opens to let out obscene moans that resonate throughout the room. RENJUN MAKES YOU SIT IN FRONT OF MIRROR 100%, “do you see my cock going in and out of you?” and he’s still going painfully slow that you try to rock your hips to get some kind of release.

“even when i’m punishing you, you still find a way to make a mistake,” renjun hums, eyeing you through the mirror as your fucked-out face is tilted back from the immense pleasure.

“darling, look at yourself, losing it over some cock,” renjun spits, delivering a particularly hard thrust that sends your body shaking. he takes your face with force, dipping a finger into your mouth which you suck on without hesitation.

“jun.... junnie, please go faster, please... i just-” you plead, locking eyes with renjun through your reflection. there’s a laugh coming from renjun, knowing you were in a long ride when he slips a blindfold on you. he loves his cock buried in you, but pulls out anyway and leaves you empty. 

a particularly loud moan leaves your lips as his tongue laps up your arousal from behind, hand stroking his shaft while your hands grab at the sheets in pleasure.

“keep looking at yourself, baby, look at how much of a slut you’re being.”

→ JENO tries to hold back like jaemin but his cool is easier to lose than the latter. jeno doesn’t hold back in giving you glares that translate exactly what he’s feeling. imo, he’s usually taken the back seat in your sex life, and is perfectly content with it, but one day he just sticks his hand up your skirt or whatever and fingers you in public!!! mans crazy luv!!! there’s something about you holding back your moans that turns him on so much. if it happens in the dorms? not prooooblem, he makes sure that everyone has their eyes focused on something, like a dream movies night before his hand inches up your thigh and you’re finally like “ohhh… this is why he’s been so passive aggressively polite since our argument” LOOL you’re biting on the cushion you were cuddling with head thrown back, silent pants spilling from your lips at how skilled jeno is with his fingers. everything after that is kept indoors, he likes the thrill but would rather deal with you privately.

the slam of the door makes you gasp, and the shove of your body against it makes you moan out accidentally. the glint in jeno’s eyes is mischievous, waving the hands that was just in your pussy in front of your face.

“that’s how wet you were, baby?” jeno hums, holding your stare like a champ as you try to not to wriggle in his grasp. jeno tsks, hovering them in front of your mouth, “suck.” you don’t lose any time, mouth immediately engulfing his digits to suck your juices off of him. a thigh’s situated in your middle, the other’s smile widening when he sees your attempts of getting off.

the feeling of your clothed core against his denim is sinful, yet so pleasure as your hips pick up the speed. it’s so much that your hand’s clutched around his bicep, nails digging into his skin at the friction. jeno moans at your vulnerable state, his other hand picking you up so he could at least sit down. the presence of a surface gives you more motivation to move, having a stable place to rest your knees on as you continued your humping, whimpering into jeno’s ears as he guides your hips with ease.

“you’re going to stay at this volume as i fuck you senseless. need to teach you a lesson, baby.”

→ HAECHAN is the meanest dom you could ever piss the fuck off. not afraid to let your sounds of pleasure reach the living room of the dorm (assuming he’s living with 127) that taeyong had to sit him down and reluctantly tell him to tone it down a little. arguments with haechan are trivial, sometimes about the littlest of things that piss you off as well because he’s so infuriating to convince/be on the same page as. you say one thing out of pocket once, and haechan is fuming inside because he knows it’s not true. orgasm denier, loves doing it to you. your sheets are soaked by the end of it, and god you haven’t even came yet!!!! what a bitch!!!! let y/n cum hyuck :/

“not so righteous right now, (y/n)?” haechan smirks, ignoring the glare you give him as you’re pinned under him. he revels in the rage you’re radiating, knowing he’ll make it all go away once his mouth’s on your pussy. you’re resisting him right until his lips are on your neck, sucking at the skin there. the whimpers that leave your mouth goes straight to haechan’s cock, but he has to hold it in until you learn your lesson.

“o..oh hyuck, fuck! please let me c-cum…!” haechan’s having the time of his life, licking up your slick as his fingers are pumping in and out of you, reading your body like a hawk. he knows when you’re reaching your end and denies another one from you, the thrashing around from you held down by his arm.

“let’s test you, hm?” haechan giggles, taking out his dick from the loose sweatpants he had on. with a few strokes, he holds back from plunging it into your begging hole, instead settling for teasing his tip around your entrance. your face opens up into a silent ‘o’, squirming from the pleasure of just the tip of his cock.

“pathetic,” haechan says before he loses it himself, pushing in his dick to feel the warmness of your walls hug him so snugly, “such a slut for my cock.”

→ JAEMIN doesn’t lose his cool right away, one of the nicer ones in the group i guess. he lets your attitude slide, but as the argument escalates he takes your wrist, dragging you straight to his room. the words he says are so sultry, but you don’t miss the anger behind his eyes. the way he punishes you is so sweet yet so terribly filthy, and he knows that you get off to it as well. i envision jaemin as a really sweet dom on the daily, but it switches whenever he has to put you in your place. from “that’s my good little girl” to “you’re just a filthy slut, aren’t you?” to rile him up this bad means you’re in a night of endless rounds LMAO good luck. nice enough to give you pleasure, but not changing his means of pleasuring you. 

“baby, you know what you’re doing, aren’t you? didn’t we leave the argument behind already?” jaemin coos, almost mockingly as he presses against your middle with his thigh. it’s pathetic in the way you grind up against it, desperate to find any form of fiction as he strips your lower half in no time.

“you only deserve my fingers, for now. not even my mouth, baby, sad, ain’t it?” jaemin grins, sinking one into your soaking hole. the sounds drive you insane, hips immediately buckling up from the contact.

for the next hour, he’s doing just that, hitting all the right spots in you with one, two, three fingers and nothing else. you’re whining for his mouth, for his mouth and anything, but it’s long before jaemin does any of those, focused on teaching you a lesson for testing his patience.

#this is so long what the hell #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct smut #nct angst #nct headcanons #nct reactions #nct x reader #nct dream #nct dream smut #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream angst #nct dream x reader #nct dream reactions #nct dream x y/n #nct dream drabbles #nct drabbles #nct dream mark #nct dream jaemin #jeno scenarios #mark smut #jaemin scenarios #nct jeno #nct dream renjun #huang renjun #haechan scenarios #donghyuck scenarios

[soleilsuhh]

nct dream : domestic moments with them !

❀ mark — it’s the feeling of sinking into the bed, next to each other, after a long day; your leg on his or his on yours, feeling a sense of peace simply by the proximity. it’s him seeing you hit the snooze button again and again in the morning and instead of calling you out on it, he turns the alarm off for you so that you can sleep in peace. it’s him giving you massages and rubs when you’re tired. it’s you cooking dinner and him sitting on the counter, the two of you talking about your days, and you having to slap his hand away when he tries to steal some pieces of food that you’re preparing.

❀ renjun — it’s the feeling of warm tea in your hand on winter nights as you catch up with each other’s days on the couch. it’s the casual and weirdly calm bickering in the morning while you’re getting ready because you’re both kinda grumpy and yet always giving each other a quick ‘have a good day’ peck before leaving the house. it’s using each other’s skincare and cosmetic products when one’s run out. it’s him waking up in the middle of night to see that you’re not under the covers then sleepily tucking you in and pulling you close to him before falling asleep again, with you in his arms.

❀ jeno — it’s the feeling of getting inside the house after being out for too long during a winter day, being greeted by his warm hug and instantly feeling at home. it’s the sight of him sleeping on the couch when you wake up in the morning and when you ask him why, he tells you that the cat fell asleep against his arm and he didn’t want to wake it up. it’s him trying his best to quietly and gently adjust something around you when you’ve fallen asleep: taking off your glasses, securing the blanket around you, pulling the open book away so that you don’t bend the pages and bookmarking it for you, etc.

❀ haechan — it’s the feeling of waking up early in the morning then realizing you have no schedule for the day so you just happily cuddle up to him and drifting off to sleep to the sound of his soft breathing and chirping birds. it’s smiling at the heart-warming sight of him keeping your relatives’ kids entertained and happy. it’s giving your neighbors nicknames like ‘cat lady’ or ‘spidey undies’ because you never got a chance to learn their names. it’s helping each other with zips, buttons, and ties when getting ready while also casually having a conversation.

❀ jaemin — it’s the feeling of opening the windows after the rain has passed and breathing in the earthy scent. it’s him letting you hog the blankets (mostly because he’s too sleepy to care). it’s him, knowing and remembering your favorite characters — and the ones you hate — on your favorite shows even though he has never watched them. it’s you losing tv remote and spending the whole day trying to look for it; then him coming home and finding it in a minute. it’s him coming home from a hangout and holding up a bag containing desserts because he wants to share them with you.

❀ chenle — it’s the feeling of looking up at the sky from your balcony, and jumping in excitement and pure joy together because you can see the stars and that’s rare in the city. it’s him knowing your exact clothing sizes and discreetly replacing your favorite clothes because he messed up and ruined them while doing laundry. it’s conversations like these when going out: “did you turn off the stove?” “of course, i did.” “are you sure?” “yeah…wait, did i? did you see me do it?” “i don’t know, i was switching off the lights.” this usually ends with the both of you begrudgingly going back home to make sure.

❀ jisung — it’s the feeling of being woken up in the morning with small kisses littered across your face, the feeling that instantly brings a smile upon your lips. it’s playing mobile games together on summer nights, the atmosphere lazily exciting yet calming, the faint sound of chirping outside can be heard. it’s the grocery shopping where he’s the one pushing the cart and it’s him trying to sneak a few too many snacks into the cart when you’re not looking, but begrudgingly relenting when you notice and take them out.

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[2jaeh]

TRUE FRIENDS | MARK LEE

Genre: angst, smut

Warnings: mature themes, dom!Mark, jealous!Mark, slight jaehyunxreader, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 3,6k

Author: SIN

You’re trying to figure out why Mark has been so mad at you since you both agreed on being friends with benefits, Mark on the hand is trying to figure out why the rules between him and Jaehyun were...different.

A/N: it’s angsty but it gets cute I promise! Also I wrote this after listening to Heavenly - cigs after sex! About a thousand times.

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“When are you guys going to just speak to each other ?” Johnny groaned, following you into the fifth floor dorm kitchen as you placed your mug into the sink.

You turned around and sighed, leaning against the counter as the eager, tall browned haired boy waited for your answer.

“I told you I tried talking to him at Joy’s party last week but he snubbed me...what do you want me to do ?”

Johnny furrowed his eyebrows as if whatever answer you had given him was still not enough. He knew there was more to the story because how can a friends with benefits situation turn so fucking sour in a matter of four weeks ?

“You guys are childish” Johnny huffed, “this is why it should’ve never happened in the first place.”

“You’re the one that pushed us into his dorm that one night knowing we were drunk, what else did you expect to happen ?” You shot back, gripping the sides of the marble countertop.

“Uh...not fuck ?” Johnny shrugged and you shot him a glare before he raised his hands to defend himself,

“All I’m saying is that Mark ain’t the meanest guy around so if he’s mad then maybe it’s serious.”

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Mark was stuck in the booth at the company building, unknowing that it was already past 11pm and most of the staff had gone home. His tired eyes ran over his lyrics for the 20th time, analysing each section, trying to improve what he had, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Knock knock” Mark swivelled his chair to the door and half smiled when he saw Jungwoo’s head pop in with a bottle of soju and chicken.

“What are you doing here man ?” Mark rubbed his eye, placing his lyric book on the soundboard and stretched his arms above his head. Jungwoo took a seat on the couch and unpacked the meal on the wooden coffee table in front of him,

“You’ve been here all day, you didn’t even meet us for dinner” Jungwoo pouted and handed Mark a cup filled with a mixture of soju and sprite.

Mark shot back the drink and sifted through the pieces of chicken, “yeah I was working, kinda lost track of time”

“You’ve been out of it for the past week, is everything okay ? Is this about....y/n ?” Jungwoo’s voice was cautious as he noticed Mark’s eyes narrow at the sound of your name.

“I told you all of that was over” Mark took a measly bite of the chicken and threw it aside, opting for another cup of soju instead.

“You never told me what happened though,” Jungwoo interjected, “all I know you guys were hooking up and next minute every time you two were in a room together it was tense as fuck.”

Mark chewed on his bottom lip and slumped in his chair knowing Jungwoo was going to pester him until he gave him a valid answer.

“Well after that first night we hooked up y/n laid down some ground rules, the usual you know” Mark explained, his thoughts going back to the first night that he spent with you,

“No feelings, freely hooking up with other people, no spending a full night together, no holding hands, like just none of that shit.”

“So just hooking up and leaving ?” Jungwoo raised his brow, his mouth filled with chicken.

Mark nodded, “yeah apparently to preserve our friendship and not make it weird for the friend group or whatever.”

As Mark spoke he felt the pain he felt 13 days ago, when everything had crumbled right before him. When instead of ignoring the matter he pondered on it, made it play in his mind and ruin him.

“What changed ?” Jungwoo poured the both of them another drink and joined Mark in downing their fourth shot for the night.

“What changed was, “ Mark let out a dry chuckle, “what changed was that y/n was also fucking Jaehyun but his rules were obviously very different.”

Mark’s mind flashed to the night he finished work late and when he walked by Jaehyun’s bedroom he heard your voice. You were softly moaning out Jaehyun’s name and not his.

“Y/n stayed the night in Jaehyun’s room and in the morning she barely greeted me and the two of them were being lovey dovey  in the kitchen while making breakfast” Mark topped off his glass with a little more soju than the usual ratio and gulped it down.

“I had no right to get mad right ? Well a couple days later y/n came over I had to hear about how much Jaehyun’s date wasn’t good enough for him or why it was the reason y/n never got into relationships”

Mark’s head was spinning at this point and normally he hated over sharing but it just felt so good to finally let everything out. He had liked you for ages and even confessed to you once before the two of you actually hooked up. As usual you had brushed it over and Mark settled for hooking up instead, as you were “emotionally distant” you had told him.

But the way you reacted to Jaehyun seeing someone else told a different story all together. You were just like him, your feelings weren’t considered, you were only there for a quick no strings attached, that was all.

It made Mark so mad that he decided to cut you off completely. He stopped answering your texts and tried his best to avoid you at all costs. When you tried to contact him at Joy’s Party last week he wanted to tell you everything but then he heard you tell Haechan that he was not talking to you because “he was temperamental.”

You were so careless with his feelings that he wanted nothing to do with you, but every single time he caught a glimpse of you, he just wished he could’ve ignored his feelings and just continued the way you wanted to.

“We should get back to the dorm it’s getting late” Jungwoo sighed and cleaned up the takeaway boxes and stuffed the empty soju bottle into his backpack.

Mark mumbled a yes and got to his feet even though the room spun around him. He had no idea when he had gotten so intoxicated but it numbed the pain he felt...for the moment.

Jungwoo swung open the door of 10th floor and dragged Mark in, hoping everybody would’ve been asleep by now.

“Yooooo did we miss a party or something ?” Johnny yelled from the lounge and Jungwoo groaned under his breath.

Mark looked up wondering why the fifth floor boy was here and then he noticed Jaehyun seated next him followed by you sitting up close next to Jaehyun.

“Great” Mark mumbled under his breath as Jungwoo tried his best to hold him up.

Jungwoo propped Mark up on the bar stool as he got the younger boy a glass of water to ease his state.

“What the hell happened ?” You asked, slowly approaching the kitchen yet still keeping a safe distance from Mark who was practically  sliding off the bar stool.

“Hey be careful” you scolded him, rushing to his side to prop him back onto the seat.

“Leave me alone y/n” Mark muttered as he shrugged out of your hold and propped his elbows up on the counter, burying his head in his hands.

Y/n is just trying to help man” Mark heard Jaehyun say followed by his footsteps approaching the kitchen alongside Johnny. Mark rolled his eyes and took a sip of the water Jungwoo had provided for him before pushing away from the counter and got to his feet.

“I don’t need help from any of you” Mark slurred his words as he tried to find his balance but to his dismay only had him crashing into Johnny.

“Seems like you do” Johnny pursed his lips and held the black haired boy up.

Mark uttered a few curses under his breath until you had enough and dragged him down the hallway into his bedroom and shut the door behind you.

“What the hell is wrong with you Mark Lee ?” You folded your arms as the boy stumbled back onto his bed and sunk into the soft mattress avoiding your eyes.

“Get out y/n” he said under his breath.

“No” you replied sternly and Mark groaned at your stubbornness.

“Why are you here ? Shouldn’t you be in Jaehyuns bed right now ?” Mark’s words made you frown, oblivious to his distaste toward the idea of you and Jaehyun being together.

“Mark” you cautioned and sat next to him on the bed, “can you please tell me what’s going on ?”

“You, him, us, everything” Mark rubbed his eyes and looked over at you, “y/n I’m trying to get over it and you’re not helping right now.”

“Get over what Mark ??!”

“You! Damn man, get over you” Mark yelled, his voice slightly breaking and his heavy breathing turned to soft sobs. You swallowed hard as you watched the guy you always had known to be the positive energy in the room sob over something you had done to him.

This was all your fault.

“Mark when did you-“

“Since a while ago, come on I even confessed to you” Mark wiped away his tear with his black sweater.

You Ofcourse remembered his confession but at the time you weren’t ready and neither was he, and the two of you agreed to stay friends. Then the hook up happened and in order to honor the deal of staying friends you enforced the rules. It was about two weeks of your escapades did Jaehyun kiss you unexpectedly while you were rummaging through his vinyl collection. One thing led to another and you were in his bed, allowing him to have his way with you and even let him convince you to spend the night.

You didn’t think much of it but Jaehyun was a sweet guy and for a second you entertained the idea of having a tiny crush on him, until the very next day he had mentioned Mark.

‘Mark really likes you y/n, how do you feel about him?’ Jaehyun had said while the two of you prepared breakfast.

Mark was great. He was more than great and someone like you didn’t deserve him you thought.

‘Mark’s cool’ you casually replied to Jaehyun knowing you suppressed a lot of feelings when it came to Mark, especially since you had already scrapped the idea of you two being together when he confessed.

‘I think you guys should give it a try’ Jaehyun had told you, which confirmed you and him were just going to be a one time thing.

When you had met Mark a few days later you kept thinking about what Jaehyun had said and the effect it had on you but you weren’t ready to make the first move. You went on to Mark about Jaehyun thinking he’d speak up about it and let you know that Jaehyun wasn’t good for you and you’d respond by kissing him and fixing everything,

But what happened after was not what you had planned.

You hurt him and played it off knowing Mark was head strong and he’d be back to normal the next week. You expected him to be back to his goofy self, ranting to you about God knows what and ending it with his classic “should we make out now or -“

You bit down on your lip as you looked over at Mark who had now fell asleep, his black locks falling over his swollen eyes as he peacefully fell into his slumber.

Not wanting to wake him or leave his side you opted for the floor, pulling an extra pillow from the closet and a rolled up foam mattress that was hidden at the back. Your heavy eyes finally closed but your heart still raced, not knowing how to overcome the situation you were in.

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A few hours later Mark felt a throbbing in his temple and winced when he noticed the first light of morning shine through his window.

All those soju shots were now a regret as Mark sat up wishing his sleep never broke. As his mind recollected his thoughts of last night he quickly remembered you were the last person he spoke to before he passed out. About to step out of bed his hazy eyes quickly cleared to the sight of you, sound asleep on his bedroom floor.

“Y/n ?” He whispered, carefully stepping over you and crouching down to meet your frame.

“Mmm” you answered, eyes still closed but shifting uncomfortably thanks to the rising sun and the wooden floor.

“Y/n sleep on my bed, I’ll close the blinds” Mark rubbed your head until your eyes slowly opened and you began making your way into the warmth of his bed.

Mark felt uneasy as he watched you tuck yourself into his bed unsure of what to do with himself or where to go.

“Mark...” you mumbled.

“Y-yeah ?”

“You should get more sleep, you have a free schedule come here” Mark watched you shift over in the bed creating a space for him to lay down next to you.

In any other circumstance he’d just do it but now it was different. After last night it was all different.

“Mark...”

“Coming...” he responded to you and slowly slipped under the covers, turning on his side to face you. He didn’t expect your eyes to be staring straight back at him.

“I’m so sorry” you said softly, lifting your hand and placed it on his cheek. Mark stayed still and quiet, still wary if you fully understood his outburst or not.

“I- don’t like Jaehyun like that, and he’s way more into you and I being together than me and him” you chuckled dryly,

“Mark I like you just as much, and I always have I’m just stupid, I was just...afraid.”

“Afraid of what ?” Mark raised his eyebrows cutely which made you smile from ear to ear and roll over onto your back to stare up at the ceiling.

“I don’t know, dating is scary and if anything happened we’ll never be friends again” you whined and you heard Mark giggle next to you,

“How can you think about what would happen if we break up before we’re even together ? That’s so stupid” He scoffed and you nudged him in his side.

“I’m serious, I’m sorry I was such a jerk and I want to continue whatever we have this time on your terms” you turned to him and Mark pressed his lips together and nodded,

“I want us to try it out, it doesn’t have to be serious, but I want you to stay over, I wanna hold your hand whenever I want” Mark pouted and enveloped his hand with yours, “and please no more Jung Jaehyun, dude can sing, cook, and God knows what else I can’t compete with.”

“You don’t have to compete because I only like you stupid, you’re perfect” you playfully pinched his cheek and Mark shifted closer to you.

“Officially dating ?” His large eyes looked up into yours,

“Officially dating” you giggled and Mark wasted no time in shifting his body until he was hovering over you. his thumb brushed over your bottom lip and he pressed his mouth against yours, sighing into the deep kiss. Your lips attacked each other excessively and passionately. Mark brought his body down onto yours as your hand tangled in his hair and the other grabbed onto his waist.

Mark pushed his hips into yours roughly, and you groaned at the friction of his Jean clothed member pushing against your core. Mark used your moan as a means to slip his tongue into your mouth as the two of you desperately tried to remove the constricting clothes between you.

“Fuck” Mark sat back on his heels and watched you reach between his legs to palm him through his jeans.

You quickly undid his button and pushed him back as he quickly shimmied out of his jeans and removed his sweater, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers.

Mark licked his lips as he watched you discard of your own clothes before bringing your face down to where his member was just begging to be touched.

Throwing his head back, Mark uttered a curse word as you pulled down his boxers and stroked his length slowly and skillfully. You watched him squirm beneath you as you teased his tip, bringing your tongue to it and flicking it while you pumped his member.

“Baby....” Mark said huskily, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes were hooded as he looked down at your mouth wrapped around his dick, just waiting for you to suck him off.

You abided quickly and messily took him in your mouth while still using your hand to rub his length. Mark’s curses got even louder until he finally made you stop and pinned your back to the bed, looking down at you with devilish eyes.

“I’m not the one who needs to be punished here” Mark raised his brow as you shrugged innocently,

“But you’re a nice guy, you wouldn’t punish me” you pouted and Mark stuck his tongue in his cheek before giving you a quick smack on your thigh, “yeah that’s not gonna work on me.”

Your heart raced excitedly as Mark rid you of your bra and panties, spreading your legs enough for his frame to sit in between your thighs.

A shudder went through your body when Mark’s index finger traced your inner thigh and abdomen, making sure to dance close enough to your core but not giving it any attention.

“Seriously ?” You groaned, throwing your head back in frustration.

“What?” Mark asked innocently still tracing circles and tried to hide the obvious enjoyment he had from teasing you.

“Do you want me to beg you to touch me ?” You whined, arching your back hoping to somehow get to his touch.

“Hmm” Mark hummed and pulled his hand away, “sounds like a good idea.”

“Mark please touch me, please I -“ you didn’t care how desperate you sounded or if the whole dorm could hear you right now but there was nothing more you wanted than have Mark touch you.

“Okay but that’s only because I’m a nice guy” Mark smirked and slipped two fingers into your dripping core with ease. You let out a loud moan and normally Mark would silence you but right now he couldn’t care less. The more you moaned the faster his fingers moved and when you mentioned you were about to cum he added a third.

“Holy shit” you breathed as you came undone and felt even more light headed when you witnessed Mark lick his fingers clean.

Once he allowed you to catch your breath Mark positioned himself at your entrance and slowly slipped inside, the already wetness made him groan with satisfaction.

Finding his rhythm Mark began thrusting inside of you, grabbing your breast with one hand and your hip with the other to help him keep his pace.

You felt him stretch you out and it was the most exhilarating feeling having him inside you again. Mark was confident in bed and that was one of the most attractive things about him. For someone with a sweet face and an innocent demeanor he was so dominate and tantalizing in bed.

“Mark I’m gonna-“

“Me too” he grunted before flipping you over and grabbed a fist full of your hair and slammed inside of you again. The new position built your orgasm even faster as your ass hit against his abdomen every time he thrusted into you. Mark pulled you up, turning your head to the side as he bit into your shoulder and you screamed out his name continuously.

“Cum for me” Mark growled in your ear and those words were enough for you release your second orgasm. Mark quickly pulled out of you and stuffed his length into your mouth, groaning as you swallowed every bit of him and even cleaned up any remaining mess with your tongue.

“I missed that” Mark collapsed on the bed trying to catch his breath while you did the same.

“Me too” you hummed and rested your head on his chest as the two of you drifted off to a sweet slumber.

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It was mid day and Mark and you snuck into the bathroom to quickly clean up after a quickie in the shower Ofcourse and arrived in the kitchen where the rest of Mark’s bandmates were.

The tenth floor boys and Johnny were all enjoying their lunch but their smug faces when the two of you walked out said it all.

“Well we’re dating now, so that’s out of the way” you grabbed a fry from the table and popped it into your mouth.

“Congrats” Jungwoo clapped, more interested in the food in front of him than the announcement he obviously saw coming.

“Hey maybe they didn’t hear anything after all” Mark whispered into your ear and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before sitting down to join the meal.

You shrugged and slipped into the seat next to Johnny, and watched as Yuta, Jaehyun, and Taeil shared a quick glance and smirk,

“I really didn’t take Mark for a begging kink kind of guy”  Johnny said nonchalantly while the entire table erupted in laughter as you hid your reddened face and Mark choked on his glass of water.

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[yunoysl]

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 (𝐥.𝐦𝐡)

Mark is made aware that the 00 liners think you, his girlfriend, are hot.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: breast/nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex, exhibitionist, hair pulling, small degradation, creampie, slightly rough sex

When the 00 line admitted to Mark when they were drunk that they find you hot, at first he got kinda jealous and upset, but then he got the sudden idea of doing it with you in front of them.

The next day after that he called you and told you what they admitted to him. You were very shocked when you found out. You had been friends with them since before you and Mark started dating. You never saw them that type of way.

Mark forgot about it until two weeks later when you called him and asked if movie night was still on. He said yes, of course, when he realized he could take notice of how they react to you—even told you to wear a skirt instead did your usual sweatpants. Mark didn’t tell you his plan, but he knew you wouldn’t be opposed to it.

When you arrived you were thankfully wearing an oversized hoodie—his to be specific and most likely not wearing anything underneath it—and Mark’s favorite skirt that just barely covered your ass.

“Hi Y/N” they greated you once they saw you.

“Hi guys. You excited for movie night?”

“Always”

He took notice of the way they stared at you when you were bent over grabbing a drink from the fridge, you being completely unaware of the lustful stares you were getting.

“What movie are we watching today” you took a seat on the couch, the 00 line crowding around you to sit down. Renjun and Haechan sitting on the floor, Jeno on the reclining chair, and Jaemin on the couch next to you and Mark.

In the middle of the movie, you feel Mark’s cold hands slip under your shirt. You don’t think anything of it, this isn’t something new he’s done, but then his hand starts moving up towards your breast

“Mark...” you look to the side to see Jeno is looking at you, watching Mark start to play with your breast. “Jeno’s watching”

“Let him, put on a show for him to enjoy” he pulls your bra down, your bare nipples brushing against the fabric of your—his—hoodie. He takes your right breasts into his hands, fondling with it under your hoodie. Mark’s cold hand has you shivering. After a while he finishes playing with your breasts to pinch your nipples, taking turns with each one, his free hand reaching down to your skirt, pushing your underwear aside to feel your wet pussy. You whimper as he’s rubs your clit, when you suddenly remember that you’re not alone.

You look up to see all of them—Haechan, Jeno, Jaemin and Renjun—looking at you and Mark. You don’t even bother to let Mark know that there’s an audience, too occupied with one of his hands pinching and pulling your nipples and the other playing with your pussy, your arousal gathering on them.

Jeno is in a trance watching you both, Renjun is trying to watching the movie in front of him and not the much more interesting scene happening in the room, and Jaemin and Haechan are grabbing their crotches, feeling themselves harden.

Mark dips his head down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, watching as the 00 line get turned on watching you both.

“Do you want them watching you? If you’re uncomfortable we can stop-“

“No- no umm... I want this. I’m okay with this” You make eye contact with them to assure that they’re okay watching.

They are.

Mark slips two fingers into your wet pussy—easily sliding in—as he sucks on your nipples, taking turns giving both of them the much needed attention they needed. His fingers curl to find your g-spot, making you bite your lip to stop your moans from escaping. You close your legs around his hand, but that didn’t stop Mark.

“You’re so cute, crying to conceal your moans” he leans into your ear, “let them hear you. Let them know that only I can make you feel this way” you see as Jaemin and Haechan have pulled their cocks out of their pants, tips angry and red as they thrusts their hands up and down their members. Jeno is trying desperately to look anywhere but you and Renjun is still trying to focus on the movie, but the imprint in his sweats give it away.

Mark is scissoring his fingers inside you when you finally come undone on his fingers, your nails digging into his arm as you do. You watch with heavy eyes as he takes his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

He pushes you down into the couch, your ass in the air as he enters you, his cock sinking deep into you as you manage to fit all of him in one go. Your whimpering into the couch cushion as he delivers hard thrusts into you, almost knocking the air out of you.

You look to the side when you hear moans to see all of the 00 line’s pants gone, no longer trying to be quiet and their cocks out as they touch themselves, very turned on at the sight of Mark ruining you.

The movie long forgotten by now.

You feel so good and full, and you’re also enjoying the attention you’re getting from the 00 line, the view of them pleasuring themselves to you making you clench around Mark.

Mark manhandles you and pulls your hair to use it as leverage to you up into his chest. He fucks you from behind, the 00 liners watching as Mark fucks you into next week, his cock hitting you in all the right places. He pushes you back down into the couch and holds your hands behind your back, pushing you into the perfect arch as he pounds into you harder and faster.

“You’re so wet. So pretty” you whine from the feeling of his hand having a right grip on your hip, delivering thrusts that almost have you passing out and seeing stars.

“You’re clenching me so hard. Does having an audience turn you on? Are you such a slut that having people watch you makes you wetter?” He rolls his hips into you, thrusting into you until the only thing escaping your mouth are the cries of his name.

“I’m gonna-“ tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

“Come for me. Let them know who can have you screaming like this” You’re so lost in the feeling of his cock you don’t notice you already came around him.

Your pussy clenches around Mark as he fucks you deeper, chasing his own orgasm, “Fuck!” He groaned finally cumming inside you.

The 00 line also follows right after, their cum shooting onto the floor and their bodies, making a mess around them.

Mark pulls out of you and pulls you into his chest as his cum leaks onto his thighs. “Did you enjoy that”

“More than I thought I would” Mark laughs at that.

You look to see the 00 line cleaning up before heading to their rooms, their faces slightly red at the embarrassment they were feeling. You and Mark laugh at them, hoping to have it happen again as that was the best sex you’ve both had yet.

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