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dreamyyang · 3 years

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haechan + 173, congrats on 300!! <3

thank you lin 💖 and I hope you don’t mind but I decided to combine this w your previous request for a first day of summer fic (I was getting stuck on my original idea for it so 😔)

summary: you’re on a road trip with your best friend and his bandmates when things take a gross turn.

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader (platonic)

genres: humour, best friends au, road trip (does this count as a genre? lmao idk)

warnings: just cursing, oh also skittles get inside hyuck’s nose

word count: 0.6k

requests are open

300 followers event

[16:28]

“keep your head up, we got your back!” you and donghyuck yelled, dancing a bit in your seats as itzy’s ‘dalla dalla’ played on your phone.

you were supposed to share the car with some of the other dreamies but you and your best friend decided to sneak off so that you could have the car to yourselves. the other boys hadn’t been too happy about it but hey, they should have expected this from the two of you. at least now they wouldn’t have to deal with the two of you singing obnoxiously loud.

the next song, hi high by loona began to play and the both of you squealed, hyuck immediately singing along. you giggled fondly, stealing glances at him as he passionately sang, using his phone as a mic. having grown up together, you’d had the privilege of listening to him sing on various occasions. he sang to you nearly every day after he decided to audition for sm and he sang to you when you had trouble sleeping yet you loved it the most when he sang during your trips.

he looked happy and carefree, like the only thing on his mind was to have fun.

as chuu’s high note drew closer, he gave you an evil grin and you mentally groaned. as much as you loved your best friend, your ears weren’t too happy about what was about to come. you wanted to cover your ears but since you’d lost the game of stone-paper-scissors, you were stuck with both hands on the steering wheel.

you sighed in defeat as he screeched as loudly as he could, leaning in close to your ear. having endured donghyuck for nearly two decades meant that at this point, loud noises simply did not phase you.

that’s when jeno’s car drove past you and renjun yelled at you, “favourite is better!”

your eyes widened and hyuck gasped and yelled back, “say that to my face, coward!”

you weren’t sure how they’d caught up with you so fast, but you had a mission to accomplish. hyuck grabbed the speaker from his bag and connected it to his phone and on the count of three, played ‘hi high’ on both phones at the same time. then he turned to the window and stuck his tongue out at his bandmates.

“to quote the baddest bitches alive: take that!”

renjun simply smiled and as if on cue, six phones began to play ‘favOriTe’.

you did not expect that. you shifted your gaze from the road ahead to the car next to you. that was a terrible mistake because you nearly crashed into a large rock that sat next to the road. donghyuck yelped as the car swerved away and braked, his face smashing into the small packet of m&m’s he’d been holding.

jeno backed up his car and parked it next to yours. he stuck his head out the window, “holy crap, are you guys okay?”

you nodded, giving him a thumbs up sign while hyuck moaned, “it hurts.”

before you ask, his nose made an inhuman noise and two slimy, snot covered skittles felt out of one of his nostrils. you heard someone gag before saying they were going to puke. probably jisung.

jeno looked absolutely traumatised when you looked up.

“bye, you can deal with this on your own.”

you yelled for him to come back but their car had already driven away. donghyuck groaned again as he picked up the skittles and tossed them onto the road. you grimaced and hoped no one was unfortunate enough to come across them before starting up the car again.

your best friend seemed to have recovered soon enough because, as your car neared jeno’s again, he told you to step on it.

“drive closer, I want to kick their car!”

you rolled your eyes and, without looking away from the road (you’d learnt your lesson), you took one hand off the steering wheel to smack the back of hyuck’s head.

“shut up, there's been enough headassery for today.”

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omgkatsudonplease · 5 years

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恭喜发财 hello!!! would absolutely die for a fluffy 3zun if that’s possible

3zun modern au because canon has been hurting me too much lately to do canonverse

Lan Xichen loves his roommates, he really does. They’re a refreshing change from the semi-monastic lifestyle of his own family. Jin Guangyao had introduced him to ten new experiences within the first week of school, and Nie Mingjue’s athletic popularity only added to that. Between the two of them, Lan Xichen is steadily working up his alcohol tolerance, and he’s not sure how to feel about that.

However, there’s a problem with having two of the most popular students in their year as his roommates: the endless personality clashes.

“You fucking idiot!” Jin Guangyao’s voice rings through the afternoon stillness. “You absolute moron, that’s not how it works, give it here –”

“No, fuck off. I don’t want you touching my things. You keep breaking them,” Nie Mingjue hisses in return.

“You sure it’s not just you breaking them with your ham-fisted paws and blaming it on me?” retorts Jin Guangyao. “Give it.”

“Over my dead body!”

Lan Xichen sighs, opens his door. The sounds of struggling promptly freeze as he walks into the living room of their apartment just in time to see Jin Guangyao straddling Nie Mingjue’s chest, their faces flushed and hair askew.

“… I thought I heard fighting,” Lan Xichen says, still not sure how to process the scene before him. “Is… is everything okay?”

“Fine!” wheezes Jin Guangyao, even as his fists tighten on Nie Mingjue’s rugby jersey.

“Were you two having trouble with something?” asks Lan Xichen.

The two of them exchange a heated, embarassed glance. “Just testing a new app,” says Jin Guangyao sweetly. Nie Mingjue nods vehemently.

With a sigh, Lan Xichen returns to his room more confused than when he left it.

“Stop that,” Nie Mingjue growls.

They’re having a roommate movie night, some sort of ‘mandatory bonding’ idea cooked up by Jin Guangyao, whose clear goal in life is to be voted ‘most congenial’ by everyone at school except maybe Nie Mingjue. Lan Xichen is currently lodged between the other two, wishing the couch cushions would swallow him whole.

As he’s in the middle, the task of holding the popcorn bowl had fallen to him. This also means he’s fallen victim to their latest popcorn-throwing war, and he’s pretty sure there’s popcorn in places on him he didn’t even realise could hold popcorn.

“I’m not doing anything,” Jin Guangyao says.

“Liar,” says Nie Mingjue.

“There’s a movie,” Lan Xichen mutters. “I’d like to watch the movie.”

“It’s boring,” says Nie MIngjue, leaning back on the sofa. “No fight scenes.”

“He’s just mad we’re not watching The Avengers,” says Jin Guangyao, sing-song. “He has no taste in movies beyond overproduced Hollywood drivel.”

“Fuck you,” says Nie Mingjue, flinging a popcorn kernel at him. It misses, sliding into the seat cushions. Lan Xichen cringes.

“I’ve always wanted to watch Crazy Rich Asians,” he says. “We don’t watch too many movies together in my family; my uncle thinks pop culture is frivolous.”

“See?” says Jin Guangyao. “You got outvoted fair and square, Mingjue. Shut up and watch the movie.”

“I’ve already seen it ten times with my brother,” complains Nie Mingjue. “I’ve memorised it by now. You have a cocktail dress in your trunk? I’m not an animal, Rachel.” He pauses. “That’s you, Guangyao.”

“Well, Peik Lin is totally correct,” sniffs Jin Guangyao. “You can never be too prepared.”

“To the point of having a walk of shame dress in your trunk?” demands Nie Mingjue.

“I have more than that,” says Jin Guangyao, flipping his hair. “See, unlike you, I’m not an animal.”

There’s a pause. And then the popcorn bowl gets knocked over completely as Nie Mingjue lunges across the couch for Jin Guangyao.

Lan Xichen pauses the movie, clambers up from the sofa, and returns to his room. At least in his (mother’s, he swears) harlequin romances the characters won’t throw popcorn at him.

He’s halfway through a sweet confession scene in some book about a dashing sailor and an alluring merman when he hears noises coming from the living room. It sounds like someone’s in pain, except moments later Jin Guangyao’s voice resounds, breathless:

“I take it back, I take it back, I like animals, I really do!” A pause. “Don’t fucking stop, or else I’ll – god –”

Lan Xichen reaches for his headphones. They’re going to be at that for a while.

He finally figures it out one afternoon in early winter, when a freak snowstorm cancels his morning class and leaves him stranded with no choice but to return to the dorm. Upon stepping back inside the suite, he’s greeted to the mildly traumatising (and slightly arousing) sight of Jin Guangyao running a riding crop across a shirtless Nie Mingjue’s back.

“You like that, don’t you, you naughty boy?” Jin Guangyao purrs into Nie Mingjue’s ear, tugging him back by his hair. “Like it when I play as rough as you?”

“You tied me up, it’s not an even match,” Nie Mingjue rejoins, his voice smouldering. “You’re scared of what would happen if you let me loose, huh?”

Smack. The crop silences him. “Hey, hey. I appreciate the thought, stud,” teases Jin Guangyao. “But it’s not your turn to be bad just yet.”

Lan Xichen clears his throat, and the two of them freeze immediately. Nie Mingjue flushes bright red down to his chest, as Jin Guangyao immediately shoves himself in front of Nie Mingjue as if that would make things any less strange.

“It’s – we thought – why aren’t you in class?” demands Jin Guangyao.

“Cancelled,” says Lan Xichen, feeling like he’d run a mile just standing in the doorway. He closes the door quickly before anyone else catches sight of what’s going on. “So… how long have you two been…?”

“A while,” says Nie Mingjue, his ears pink. “It’s… kind of a thing.”

“A ‘thing’,” scoffs Jin Guangyao. “Admit it, you like it.”

“Make me,” retorts Nie Mingjue.

“Okay,” says Lan Xichen immediately. “I really – okay. Not something I was expecting to learn today, but I’ll take what I can get.”

A pause. “You… planning to move out?” wonders Nie Mingjue. “You don’t have to, we should probably have kept this to our room, but we thought you wouldn’t be back, so –”

“I get that.” Lan Xichen rubs his forehead. “Right. I’m – not sure what to say, honestly.”

“I think another part of you would beg to differ,” teases Jin Guangyao, looking pointedly downwards. Lan Xichen feels his ears flushing, as he moves his backpack down to cover his crotch.

“I’m going to my room,” he declares, and flees with his heart in his throat.

That revelation flips his world upside-down though. Now every argument between the two has context, has a different connotation. Now the sounds of fighting become something else. Lan Xichen has never been more distracted, more frustrated. Even camping in the library and meditating doesn’t seem to help.

“Mm, you look stressed,” says Jin Guangyao one evening a week before finals. He’s hanging over Nie Mingjue’s shoulder, blowing raspberries into his ear whenever Nie Mingjue tries to look up from his readings. “I’m lucky all of my professors assigned essays. I did them all long ago.”

“I don’t even know how you managed to do that,” grumbles Nie Mingjue.

“Concentrate,” insists Jin Guangyao, digging his fingers into Nie Mingjue’s shoulder. “Or should I tie you up again?”

Lan Xichen sighs, puts down his book. “It’s not the subject matter,” he admits. “It’s the two of you. I can’t seem to stop imagining things.”

The two of them both raise their eyebrows at him in perfect, eerie unison.

“You two have been distracting me since, you know.” Lan Xichen points to the living room. “And I admit, I am a little curious.”

“Curious,” echoes Jin Guangyao, as if he’s filing the information away in that strangely perfect memory of his. “About what?”

“Everything,” says Lan Xichen simply. A smirk breaks out across Jin Guangyao’s face.

“Everything?” he asks, sashaying over to Lan Xichen while tossing a wink back towards Nie Mingjue. “You know, Mingjue and I have been talking about what it could be like to add you into our arrangement. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Nie Mingjue’s cheeks are redder than apples. He nods, promptly hiding his face behind his reading. Jin Guangyao laughs, walking his fingers along Lan Xichen’s shoulder, eliciting shivers down his spine.

“How about we take your mind off those finals for a little?” he asks, his breath ghosting across Lan Xichen’s lips.

Wordlessly, Lan Xichen nods.

He doesn’t regret it one bit.

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