the game of hockey may come easy for these seven students of nct university, but what about the game of love?
DISCLAIMER: all of these stories will focus more on the plot of the story, rather than hockey. mentions of hockey will likely not be a reliable description of the actual game, its rules, etc. i ask those who are knowledgeable of the game to overlook any inaccurate depictions of hockey i may write – thank you!
NOTES: all of these take place within the same setting, but can be read separately! details may be subject to change. the taglist is CLOSED.
LAST UPDATED: march 22, 2021 - do NOT ask me when i will update // i will update this series when i have the time and motivation - i have a life outside tumblr and writing is merely a hobby of mine.
WHO WILL YOU DRAFT ONTO YOUR TEAM? 🏒
[#2] MARK LEE: THE CAPTAIN // HEAD OVER SKATES
⇨ STATS: smut, fluff | friends with benefits to lovers, dancer!reader
⇨ DESCRIPTION: during a team bonding retreat, mark meets you and, unlike his hopeless romantic self, has sex with no attachments for once. the incredible night snowballs into many, on your condition that you and mark stay strictly as friends with benefits. mark desires more, but is it possible to change your mind? one thing’s for sure—he doesn’t want to end this anytime soon.
⇨ STATUS: benched
[#24] LIU YANGYANG: THE GOALIE // SAVING NET
⇨ STATS: smut, fluff, angst | roommates au, friends with benefits to lovers
⇨ DESCRIPTION: out of luck on his failed search for a new roommate, yangyang’s about to move out of his on-campus apartment until you answer his prayers. living with him becomes wild after an accidental kiss, which blooms into tons of casual fun. neither of you can complain, but as the lines blur, can you two really live together in peace for long, or will something have to give?
⇨ STATUS: benched
[#66] LEE DONGHYUCK: THE ULTIMATE PLAYER // REMATCH
⇨ DESCRIPTION: donghyuck is the ultimate player on the ice, and equally off the ice. girls across campus flock to him and get on their knees (literally) for him whenever he wants, except you—his former best friend from high school. when he’s assigned as your partner for a project, the deep cracks in the ice between you two slowly dissolve, but does it mean you’re willing to give him a second chance to skate back into your life?
⇨ STATUS: benched
[#23] LEE JENO: THE DEFENSEMAN // SKATING IN CIRCLES
⇨ DESCRIPTION: although you barely know jeno, he comes to you for one small favour—to be his date for the annual hockey collegiate league dinner. a few weeks later, you ask the same of him. soon enough, you two become each other’s default fake dates for further upcoming events... but at what point is it not fake dating anymore, especially when you begin to entangle out of your own accord?
⇨ STATUS: benched
[#27] JUNG SUNGCHAN: THE NEW KID // FISH OUT OF ICE
⇨ STATS: fluff, suggestive, angst | friends to lovers
⇨ DESCRIPTION: sungchan’s the newcomer to the team, so donghyuck decides to take him under his wing to meet girls every week. but when you, a former high school friend (and his long-time secret crush), fall back into his life, what’s a freshman to do? will sungchan swim in the ocean filled with many fish, or pick the one he’s always longed for?
⇨ STATUS: benched
[#7] DONG SICHENG: THE FORMER CAPTAIN // GAME CHANGER
⇨ STATS: fluff, smut | forbidden(ish) romance, secret dating
⇨ DESCRIPTION: dating’s never been much on sicheng’s mind—he’s always been about his friends, his grades, and hockey... until he meets you. when he learns that you’re the sister of a player on a rival hockey team, sicheng’s outlook on dating is turned upside-down. cue the secret late-night meet-ups, hidden kisses, and change room antics. he’s not sure how long he can do this for, but he wouldn’t have it any other way—as long as it’s with you.
⇨ STATUS: benched
[#10] LEE TEN: THE HEART OF THE TEAM // PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
⇨ STATS: smut, fluff | friends with benefits to lovers, fuckboy!ten
⇨ DESCRIPTION: in all his years at nct u, ten’s never had any problems getting a girl successfully off. after a night gone sour, ten makes a determined effort to fix things with you. the more he gets to know your body (and you with his), the more he re-evaluates everything. and eventually, it ends up smacking him as hard as a flying puck to the face.
When you suggest to add a fourth person into the relationship, your boyfriends remind you how they're enough.
Poly!Jaemin x Poly!Female Reader x Poly!Haechan
Content: smut, slight fluff(?), slight angst(?), unprotected sex, threesome, kind of soft dom!Jaemin(?), hard dom!Haechan, sub!female reader, very light bondage (just handcuffs), pussy slapping, spanking, orgasm control, bimbofication, degradation, nipple play, praising, oral sex (male and female receiving), dacryphilia, female ejaculation, fingering, light male x male, established relationship, lots of the word 'good,' possessiveness, just filth
A/N: This has not been proof-read so I apologize for any grammar/spelling errors
Disclaimer: None of this writing depicts real life/reality and is strictly a work of fiction.
You're in deep trouble.
You never should've said shit, never should've made a suggestion so stupid. If you were in the right state of mind, it'd really sink in even more on how foolish you are to think that Jaemin and Haechan would even entertain the idea: a fourth person. Not just anyone, but Gil Taehyun.
If it isn't obvious enough, neither of them like him. He always seemed to cause trouble, whether it'd be pissing off the rest of the volleyball team with a chip on his shoulder or generally being a complete sleazeball. But you were never formally introduced to him, so when he snakes his way to you at a party—proposing to be the fourth to your three—you're intrigued.
You've been in a relationship with your boyfriends for awhile, so why not try and venture out?
Though, they're gonna to show you exactly why.
Your rear burns as another of many sharp slaps is landed on your bare bottom. Your hands find purchase around Jaemin and Haechan's wrists, the former holding you in place across his lap. Haechan is perched on a chair in front of the bed, eyeing you with intensity as he and Jaemin listen to your desperate sobs. "A fourth?" He scoffs, "the fuck do you think we are? Not enough for you?"
"N-no, I didn't"—you cry as another smack rips from your skin—"I didn't mean it t-that way—"
"Then what is it? You're either a greedy little slut or just plain dumb."
Jaemin notably furrows his brows at the second remark. "She's not dumb—just a little silly, huh?" He says while kneading gently at your cheeks.
Haechan sneers and holds your jaw in place. "C'mon, Jaem. What she did was stupid, and you know that," he gives Jaemin a knowing look. "Hm? You already have two boyfriends who love and treat you like a princess and you have the nerve to ask for that jackass."
Tears begin welling up in your glassy eyes before they come down consecutively. Haechan pouts in feigned pity and brushes your wet cheeks with his thumbs. "Aw, look at her. Our dumb little baby's crying... you're too cute."
Jaemin's heart flutters at your sniffles and pets your hair softly. "You gonna make it up to us, princess? Gonna be good and take your punishment?" You could only nod, and they both give you less-than-cruel kisses when you're stripped of your remaining clothes.
You feel exposed; as if it's possible to be even more naked with your boyfriends still fully clothed. It stings for you, lying down on your back when your sore ass touches the sheets. But you know better to not complain, wincing as you're told to spread your legs wide. Both of them curl their lips when they find your pussy glistening with arousal, and you hold back the urge to clamp your thighs. "Look at how wet our little angel is, baby," Haechan says as Jaemin fixes your head between his thighs.
His fingers ghost over your lips, making you whine. You soon scream when he lands one, two, three searing slaps to your clit and gazes at you with dark eyes. He warns you to be patient, before sliding his ring and middle fingers in your soaked pussy. You're gasping at the way they curl inside you and feverishly rub at your walls, eager to coax you into your climax.
Jaemin's inclined to slither his hands on your breasts, and hushes you while he tweaks and rubs your nipples. "Be good, Y/N. Don't cum 'til Haechan says so."
Your eyes meet the man in front of you, pleading for mercy. But they stay cold, unfazed by the whimpers and small shakes of your head. "Please..."
Haechan puts his tongue flat against your core, sliding it up and down before it tenses and presses into your clit. You're squirming in Jaemin's grip, pushing him to grope your breast firmly while he pinches your bud. The older man holds you against the bed, throwing an arm over your waist.
"I... please! C-can I cum? Please, I need to cum," you whimper.
His lips are wrapped around your clit, sucking on it gently as he looks at you with warning. The pace in your cunt is getting faster and your breasts are only becoming more sensitive. You're too far gone in the pleasure, and your body betrays your mind. You can't even scream as you cum, spurting your juices on the sheets and onto Haechan's tongue.
It's when you come down from your high that you know that you messed up, again. The silence is deafening, and despite being out of your sight, you sense Jaemin's disappointment. You didn't listen to simple instructions, and you're going to pay for that.
"Look at what she's done. Think she's still a good girl, Jaem?" Haechan retorts again.
Jaemin shakes his head and sighs as he reaches in the drawer. You can hear jangling and shifting, before you're hauled on your side while cuffs are placed on your wrists. Your heart quickens as you watch your boyfriends move further from the bed, and Haechan whispers in Jaemin's ear.
The blonde crosses his arms, and you feel more shame when he's upset with you. "I told you to wait. You didn't listen; so now you're gonna lie in this room and think about what you did."
Haechan interjects. "Don't even try to leave or you're in bigger trouble."
Your eyes are watery and your chest tightens, crying as they both begin to walk to the door. "No please," you croak, "please don't leave me!" But they're already gone, closing it shut.
Haechan and Jaemin are cuddled on the couch while your muffled pleas and sobs continue. The former licks a strip up the latter's neck, bringing him to sigh.
"Our poor angel," he mutters as Haechan continues to kiss his neck. "Are we being too harsh?"
Their hands wander to each other's pants, palming at their growing erections as they share a sloppy kiss. "I know, baby," Haechan mumbles against his lips, "but just a few more minutes."
It feels like it's an hour, but they've only been gone for five minutes. You miss them and you're longing for their touch. You don't even know why you wanted a fourth person, you could barely handle two. The fabric below is already soaked with your tears and you're too exhausted to call for them anymore.
Your eyes quiver when you see the door open, and you whimper. "I'm sorry..."
Their faces soften, and the younger frees you of the cuffs and cradles you in his arms. Haechan stands at the end of the bed and coos, before both plant sweet kisses across your face and neck. "Oh baby, did you miss us that much?"
You nod, burying yourself into the crook of Jaemin's neck. He massages your shoulder and rocks you back and forth. "We'll make you feel good, okay?"
"Okay," you murmur.
Haechan breaks into a smile and presses a kiss to your hand. "There's our baby, Jaem." You giggle a bit and they can't help but join in until you're maneuvered gently onto all fours. Your limbs feel weak, but you make a promise to yourself to be good for them.
They rid of their clothes and you're faced with Haechan's stiff cock, leaking with precum. Jaemin grabs your hips from behind, teasing himself along your slit. Haechan taps your lips with the tip of his cock and you comply with a drop to your jaw. He smiles and cards his fingers through your hair and you bask in every small tug he does. "Good girl."
In the blink of an eye, both your ends are stuffed full. Haechan gains a grip of your roots and fucks your mouth, throwing his head back at how your tongue paints his length. Jaemin, too, is in a state of bliss as your smooth walls envelope his dick easily. He rams into you fast, consequently shaking the bed.
Your moans are suppressed by Haechan's cock, and you ignore the gob of spit that drips down your chin. Their pants and groans only feed your arousal, more uncomfortable heat blossoming in your core. "F-fuck, you're so good... taking two cocks all at once. Think you can handle one more?" Haechan moans.
You look up at him with doe eyes and shake your head. He smirks and pokes his cheek with his tongue. "That's right, you're just for us—our little cock sleeve."
You mewl at his words, choking as Jaemin thrusts exceptionally harder this time. He kisses your shoulder and speaks indistinctly. "Gonna cum inside—fuck, cum inside you. Want me to fuck it deep in your pussy, baby?"
You whine and roll your hips, aching for his warmth. It doesn't take any longer for him to cum when he spills his semen deep inside you, body stilling as the tip meets your cervix. The feeling of his twitching cock brings your second high, trembling while you struggle to keep your mouth agape.
Haechan is lost in his own world, thrusts growing hasty while he chases his orgasm. His cock is lodged at the back when he's shooting his cum down your throat, bringing you to gag before doing the best to relax.
You lazily watch him shudder, feeling empty as both pull out of you. It's immediate when you collapse and feel like jelly, before your boyfriends slowly guide you to the shower.
Your head falls back onto Jaemin's shoulder as you stand between him and Haechan, too fucked out to wash your own hair.
Haechan litters tender kisses between your breasts. "You still want him in our relationship?"
"Are we enough for you?" Jaemin asks.
They both chuckle at each other, and embrace you in a warm hug while sharing sweet nothings.
+another repost! did not make any changes to this work :) p.s this is one of my fav fics i have written :)
summary; bored in quarantine, your boyfriend decides to film himself telling you how much he loves you.
this was like… ½ edited LMFAO so there might,,, be mistakes…??? this was so tiring to make omfg, enjoy!! lol
also i mixed the name donghyuck and haechan bc i couldn’t choose one lmfao ok!!! bye gn enjoy!! :)))))))
warnings: there’s a word f*t in it
+Day 1 3:34PM
Haechan adjusted the camera, making sure he could be seen. Once he was sure the camera was reflecting him properly, he leaned back against his gaming chair.
“Um,” your boyfriend started, looking everywhere but the camera. “This is awkward,” he says, looking back at the camera.
“I started this, since we won’t be able to see each other for a month- because of quarantine,” he explains, “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing right now,” he laughs.
After a few minutes of pure silence, your boyfriend opened his mouth to continue speaking, “I just feel like— I never really show much love to you?”
There were times where your boyfriend would purposely avoid saying ‘I love you’ or avoid holding your hands whenever the both of you were outside. Honestly, you didn’t really mind, knowing Donghyuck was never the type to show affection.
“It’s hard,” he says truthfully, “The boys knows how much I love you, and it sucks that I don’t know how to show you— or tell you, that I love you.”
Haechan bit his lips nervously, “and, I think this video is- or will prove that I love you?”
He wasn’t sure if he was even making sense at this point.
Your boyfriend groaned, throwing his head back, covering his face with his hands. After a while, he looked back at the camera, “you know what, babe? Just watch the whole thing, okay?”
+Day 4 11:47PM
“Hi,” he smiles, letting out a huff, “this is kinda late, I spent the whole night playing games,” he says guiltily, playing with his fingers, looking away from the camera.
He knows that you didn’t like it when he would stay up until ungodly hours just to play games with his friends. You hated how he would put his health aside just to play games.
He brings his hands up to brush his wet hair.
“Uh,” he sighs out loud, pouting. “I feel bad for staying up late last night, so I’m going to spend the whole night with you today,” he laughs.
Another moment of silence pass.
“I don’t know what to say,” he whines.
He sat there in silence, staring at the ground, figuring out on what to say. Should he tell you about his day?
“Well, I woke up at 5PM today,” he tells you, “I ate dinner with my family— mom cooked chicken today!” he says happily, “Then, I went to call you for a bit because I missed you a little too much,” he pouts.
He scratched his head, “then I showered and now this-“ he says, pointing to the camera.
“Um, it has been 4 days and I miss you too much,” he says truthfully, “facetiming isn’t working, I think I’m going crazy,” he laughs.
+Day 5 7:38PM
He was talking halfway, talking about how much he admires you when his phone started ringing.
“Oh?” he turns around to grab his phone from his bed. A smile formed on his face when he saw you facetiming him.
He turned to the camera to show his screen, “Baby, you’re calling me,” he giggles before quickly answering to your facetime.
“Channie~” you whine cutely when your boyfriend answered your facetime, “what are you doing, hyuckie?”
Usually, your boyfriend would complain whenever you would speak in a cute voice, but he secretly likes it. He secretly likes being babied.
He looks at the camera that was recording the both of you.
“Nothing,” he lies, “why did you call me, loser?”
You huff, raising your arms so he could see you laying on the bed. “I’m bored, hyuckie~ entertain me~”
He leans back on his chair, “wanna play games with me?”
Your face beam at his words, “Okay! I’ll get my X-Box ready now.”
Your boyfriend was the one who bought for you the X-Box. Well, it was an old version, but you loved it, nonetheless. It wasn’t like you played daily— you only played with boyfriend.
“I’ll call you in 5, baby,” he tells you, already walking over to turn on the tv.
“Kay, bye-bye, love you, Hyuckie,” you say in a baby voice, bringing your phone closer to press your lips on the camera.
Donghyuck scrunched his nose in disgust, “yeah, yeah,” he says before ending the call.
He quickly grab the camera that was still recording, he moved the camera closer to press a kiss, “I love you too, y/n.”
+Day 7 3:01PM
“Do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear— Oh my gosh, I feel like a youtuber,” he cackles. He shook his head, focusing back to what he was saying.
“So, do you remember when you gave me the teddy bear?” he asks, “wait,” he says, standing up to grab the tiny teddy bear that was sitting on his bed.
You had bought him the bear during your 200th day with him. Donghyuck didn’t really give the reaction you wanted.
“Do you not like it?” you had asked him, disappointment laced in your voice. You didn’t dare look at him, upset with yourself that you had bought something that he didn’t like.
“No, no!” he quickly replied, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his chest, the other holding the tiny bear. “I love it,” he says.
You knew it was a lie. He didn’t seem to like it.
“I love it,” he says, “I know I didn’t show like I did at that time, but I need it with me every time I go to bed.”
He scratches his head, regretting his actions that has had happened months ago.
“No one has ever bought me a bear before,” he explains, “and when you bought it for me, it just felt— I felt, I felt happy? I felt fulfilled? Do you know what I mean?”
“I really wanted to tell you that I loved your present, especially when you had bought me another present a few days later,”
‘it was to make up for the previous present’ was your reason.
It broke his heart when you said that while handing him a couple bracelet. He wanted to tell you how much he loved your gift, but it was so hard for him.
“I hated myself for not being able to tell you the truth, it’s hard—and it still is,” he sighs, “I hope by doing this, I can assure you that I love you..?”
+Day 10 9:34PM
He was in the middle of filming himself when his mother comes in.
“Donghyuck-ah, what are you doing? Do you want some fruits?” his mother asks, looking at his son, not noticing the camera perched on the dressing table.
Instead of answering his mother’s question, he grabs the camera to film his mother.
“Eomma, say hello to y/n,” Donghyuck says.
His mother raised her eyebrows in surprised, “hello my dear y/n~ how are you?”
Your boyfriend giggle from behind the camera, “tell her how much you miss her,”
“I think I miss you more than Donghyuck does,” she jokes. “What is this for, Donghyuck-ah?”
Haechan placed the camera back on the dressing table, turning to look at his mum.
“I’m making a video for y/n until quarantine is over,” he explains as his mother walks in, wrapping her arm around her son’s shoulder.
His mother’s heart warmed at his son’s words.
“You’re growing up way too fast, our Donghyuck~” she cooed, pulling your boyfriend’s cheeks as he whined in pain.
You would also pinch his cheeks almost every time the both of you are together. Whenever you had Donghyuck’s cheeks between your fingers, he would whine, pulling away from your grip.
“Eomma! I want strawberries!” he shouts after his mother left his room.
He turns his attention back to the camera, “Anyways—”
+Day 17 2:35AM
“I really like your eyes,” Haechan confesses dreamily, “your eyes are the colour of shit,” he jokes, “but they’re so shiny, baby,”
The first time he realizes he’s in love with your glimmering eyes was when he brought you out on a date to star gaze. You were staring at the sky, a smile plastered on your face, amazed at how beautiful the sky was.
When you noticed your boyfriend staring at you, you turned to face him. Your eyes captured his heart. How could someone have such bright eyes?
“Oh! And when you smile, you make my heart beat like crazy!” he chuckles.
The first thing that caught Hyuck’s eyes when he had a crush on you was your bright smile. He believes that was the main reason that he fell for you. How you would always have a beaming smile plastered on your face everywhere you go.
He thinks it’s adorable.
The small dimples that was on the side of your lips whenever you smile.
And your adorable little laugh he adores so much.
Or the little birthmark you had on the corner of your mouth.
After talking about you for a while, he let out a satisfied sigh, “I’m so whip for you, you know?”
After 17 days of making videos for you, it started becoming easier for him to show his love for you.
“Everything you do makes me go crazy, do you realise that?” he asks you, “do you realize that everything you do makes me happy? No, you don’t have to do anything, your presence makes me melt.”
He laughs at how he was flirting, “you’re probably laughing too,”
His laughter died down, letting out a tired sigh, “well, it’s late and I’m going to go to bed before you nag at me some more,”
He let out a yawn, “goodnight y/n, I love you so much, you don’t know how happy you make me,”
+Day 20 2:56PM
This time, it was different.
He was filming himself at McDonalds drive-thru.
“Guess who’s this for?” he asks the camera, his gaze on the road. “Yes, you.”
He turns to look at the camera for a second before paying attention on the road, “you didn’t ask me to get you anything but I wanted to get something for you,” he explains.
He was lying, this was just an excuse to see you, even for a second. Even if it’s 6 feet apart. Even if there was a glass between the both of you.
“I think you know the reason why I’m buying this for you,” he says, referring to the food. “To make you fat! You’re right, y/n,” he jokes.
That was also a lie. You tend to eat less whenever you’re stressed.
After he found out that you had a project, he knew how stress you would be, and decided to get food, making sure you eat healthily.
Your boyfriend would never fail to remind you how much he loves your body. No matter shape or size. He has always made sure you feel loved with who you are.
“I think you know the real reason why I’m coming over,” he adds. When he reaches a red light, he turns to look at the camera with a pout, “I can’t help it, I miss you too much, y/n,” he says in a baby voice.
He grimaces at his actions, shaking his head disapprovingly, “I am never doing that ever again.”
A few minutes later, he reached your house. He had texted you to that he was waiting for you outside.
It took you a while to come out, but when you did, you had one of his hoodies over your body.
He loves it when you wear his clothes, it makes him feel all giddy.
‘One day, I’m going to wear all of your clothes’ he would say whenever you steal his clothes.
You walked over to his car, “what the hell are you doing here, dummy,” you ask him, maintaining the distance.
He grabbed the bag of food from the passenger’s seat and passed it to you from the window of his car.
“Brought you food, you unappreciative bitch,” he tells you while you walk up to grab the food from him.
You open the bag to see your favourite food, “my favourite food, too?!” you squeal, “Haechan best boyfie~”
He rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah, go and finish your project,”
You nodded, the smile not leaving your face.
“I’ll facetime you later?” he asks.
“At 11,” you confirmed.
He nods, signalling for you to go back in. You blow a kiss to your boyfriend before turning around to go back in.
He quickly fishes out his camera, filming you walking back in your house.
“Look at my baby all happy because I brought her food,” he says, “enjoy your food, pretty,”
“Day 23,” he breathes out. “I didn’t expect it to go by so fast,” he blurts out.
He puffs his cheeks out, “I don’t want to stop making videos for you, but you would just make fun of me for being soft,”
He had started growing content on making videos for you every day.
“But at the same time, I can finally see you after a month, babe!” he says happily. “I can finally hold you in my arms, we can kiss until the world ends, we can also do it,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
Well, he can’t lie he did miss doing it with you.
He sighs, “anyway, when we can finally get together, we can watch movies, then come back to my place and we can cuddle!”
He missed that.
Personally, Donghyuck preferred going over to your place but you preferred going to his place because he had games and a huge bed, and it was just comfortable.
“Ahh,” he groan, “I miss you like crazy! I think I have to end this video early because I wanna facetime you right now,”
He grabs his phone on the table to call you.
“Okay, bye babe, I love you, I’m going to talk to you now!”
+Day 25 4:03AM
“Hi,” donghyuck greet the camera.
Anyone could realise he wasn’t in the best mood.
It took Donghyuck a while to start talking, “we had a fight earlier today,” he says, his voice lace with disappointment and… hurt?
You had texted him just an hour ago, ranting about your homework. When Donghyuck replied to you a minute later, you got angry at him because he was staying up again at ungodly hours.
He didn’t understand why you were so angry because you were awake at the same timing as he is.
“I’m going to give you space, because it’s what you need right now,” he says. “I hope you know I still love you no matter what,”
He bit his lip hesitantly, “I know you don’t like it when I stay up with the boys, but I don’t like you staying up to finish your work either, baby”
He closes his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I hope you don’t get too stressed over school, eat healthily, and make sure you rest from time to time, babygirl,”
He lets out another sigh before reaching for the camera, “I love you,”
+Day 28 7:36PM
Haechan purses his lips, staring at the camera, “today is a bad day,” he starts.
Today he had woke up a little earlier than normal after talking it out with you a few days ago. He decided to get up early and help his mom with cooking, which only resulted him in getting scolded by his mother for making a mess.
After that, he decided to play games with his friends, however despite playing for 5 hours straight, he didn’t get a single win.
Now, he has tried to contact you, but you have not replied to him. Probably busy with school.
He let out a huff, “take a break y/n,” he whines, “focus on me too~”
Letting out a pout he shakes his head, “kidding babe, get those A’s!”
“Well, now I don’t really have anything to do so I’m going to facetime you again, bye babe!”
+Day 30 10:18AM
“Hyuckie!” you call out, running to your boyfriend. When you reached him, you threw your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, making him stumble back a few steps as he grabs on your waist.
You hid your face in his neck, breathing in his scent. He smells so good.
“You’re not going to let go of me until I say so,” you mumble, tightening your grip around his neck.
He chuckles at you, “I won’t let go of you until you say so,”
Donghyuck was satisfied with having his arms wrapped around your waist, his face covered in your hair.
After a few moments of the both of you just holding each other, you finally pull away from your boyfriend.
“Y/n,” he says, making you hum.
“Wait,” you stop him, making him stare at you with wide eyes as he froze on the spot.
“Can you kiss me first?” you ask. His eyes soften at your request. Your fingers trace his bottom lips, “I miss your pretty lips.”
He smiles at your words and nodded. Pulling you closer by your waist, he pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rest on his chest while you both share a needy kiss.
After a few minutes, you pull away, breathless with crimson red cheeks.
Haechan raised his eyebrows as he resumed, “I made something for you,”
You gasped, “what is it?”
He fishes out a CD player. The CD held videos of him explaining how much he loves and appreciates you throughout the whole month.
He passes you the gift.
“Watch this at home?” he tells you.
You grab the CD from his grip, “okay? What is this all about?”
“Just promise me you’ll watch it at home?” he asks again, staring down at you.
“I will! I will!”
After making videos of himself for 29 days straight, Donghyuck have concluded that he was so utterly in love with you. He was so in love with you that he didn’t know how to express how much he adores you.
✩ haechan x reader | enemies to lovers | college roommate!hyuck | fluff | suggestive | 1k
SUMMARY | a kiss between you and your awful roommate reveals something neither of you expect.
WARNINGS | swearing, intense kissing, mentions of drinking/alcohol
RATING | teen+
PROMPT | kissing to prove there’s no chemistry, even though it’s a lie, the kiss proving it
REQ BY | anonymous
“No fucking way,” Donghyuck mumbles, shaking his head.
All heads turn to face the ball-capped figure at the end of the staircase leading into the living room area. Everyone, including yourself, is on the beer-littered floor. Currently, you’re all in the middle of playing the juvenile game of Spin the Bottle.
You’re playing with a group of your friends along with your roommates, sans one roommate in particular, and as long as you aren’t kissing him, that’s all that matters.
However, fate is a cruel bitch, because the empty beer bottle comes to a slow and points directly at him at the same moment he decides to step into the living room.
“Yeah, no. I’m respinning,” you immediately say, already grabbing the bottle. A hand quickly intercepts atop of yours.
“Nu-uh,” Jaemin, the owner of the hand stopping you and one of your roommates, says. “The bottle works in its special ways; you must follow what it says.”
“He’s not even playing!” you complain, holding out your other hand.
“You know,” Jeno, your other roommate, pipes up. “Jaem’s got a point. The bottle’s never wrong.”
Jeno lifts his chin towards Donghyuck’s direction. “Dude, get over here and kiss her.”
The man at the base of the stairs scoffs in disbelief. “Yeah, I just came down to get a drink. I’m not kissing her, even if you paid me.”
You roll your eyes and scoff. “As if I’d ever kiss you in a million years.”
The disdain between you and Donghyuck doesn’t have a single origin story.
You’ve been roommates for two years, and for that duration, you’ve never meshed with him. Maybe it was because of the time you overheard him complaining endlessly about living with you, or maybe it was because of another time when he ate all your leftovers and pretended he didn’t. Who knows?
And it wasn’t just painful to live with him as a roommate, but his presence in general. Donghyuck could say the exact same about you.
You’d move out, but Jeno and Jaemin were great roommates, and the location was a steal for the price you were paying. For the bane of your existence, his reasons were similar, except that Jeno and Jaemin were not only his roommates, but his best friends.
If it weren’t for those two, you would never put up with each other as much as you already do.
As you and Donghyuck burn holes into each other’s sockets from across the room, everyone on the floor shifts uncomfortably in the dreadful silence until Jeno finally speaks up.
“Do you guys ever think that you two lowkey have a thing for each other?”
Both you and your roommate-enemy spew in unison, staring at Jeno with confusion etched in your features.
“All this negative energy could just be subconscious sexual tension,” he adds.
Donghyuck folds his arms against his chest and asks in annoyance, “Are you really psychoanalyzing us right now?”
“Can’t help it.” The neuropsych major shrugs innocently, then runs his fingers through his hair. “But am I wrong?”
For a second, you and Donghyuck share a rare exchange of glances. Amused, both parties chuckle lightly. Your roommate tugs at the end of his baseball cap and drops his head to the floor, while you take a sip of your beer.
Who’d think that the only time you two would ever agree on something is the distaste you have for one another?
Your sip evolves into a lengthy chug, then you plop the bottle down onto the floor and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Fine,” you say determinedly, standing up from the circle. “We’ll kiss, but only to prove you wrong.”
You’re already crossing the room, disregarding the panic on Donghyuck’s face, and before he can dispute or blink, you grab your annoying roommate by his cheeks for a kiss.
Shock jolts and runs through your bodies, causing the kiss to be stiff at first.
But once you experiment and slowly move your lips against his, he matches your curiosity. His lips are softer and plusher than you ever imagined, the kind that you want to keep kissing until you die from exhaustion.
Cautiously, Donghyuck tugs you closer by your neck and his other hand melts into your side. Your necks crane further, entangling deeper into the kisses.
Since you don’t seem to be detesting it, when your mouth opens up slightly, he darts his tongue into your mouth. Donghyuck swallows a moan-whimper that exits from you, and you pray to God that nobody heard that.
On the other hand, that sound rocks his entirety. He wonders what other pretty noises he could elicit from you.
After tasting him a little more, you force yourself to tear away from him, shoving him away by his chest—stopping this before it evolves into unknown, dangerous waters for either of you.
“See?” you pant, facing the group with a neutral expression. “Nothing. Did you feel anything?”
A little disoriented by the liplocking, the one you kissed clears his throat. He dips his head to hide himself behind his cap from the small audience and stuffs his fists into his jean pockets.
Replying woodenly, he says, “Nope.”
Without another word, Donghyuck zips out of the room, heading over to the kitchen like he initially intended to.
You sit back down with everyone, and the kissing must’ve came off as awkward in their eyes since the group easily progresses into the next round of the game as if nothing happened.
But you look longingly in the direction of the kitchen, pondering if Donghyuck meant what he said.
A few minutes later, when he passes by the living room to return to his room with his drink in tow, Donghyuck glances at you fleetingly. You’re smiling at something Jaemin said, touching his arm and then leaning your head back in a laugh.
Neither of you will ever admit it aloud, but maybe Jeno really was right all along.
Because pure desire now courses wildly through your minds and your bodies—both of you can’t stop thinking about your mouths on one another, wanting each other’s touch again.
Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader, ft. Mark Lee | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance
Summary: Supernatural creatures don’t scare you, so when the cute neighbor who lives just across the hallway offers you a chance to move in for cheaper rent, you agree in a heartbeat--even when he consumes human blood on a daily basis.
Warnings: Smut, vampire sex, sex in front of a mirror, blood sucking, unprotected sex, slight choking. For the sake of the plot, Y/N is slightly intoxicated in this fic (drunk sex). Please don’t read this fic if this makes you feel uncomfortable. I also don’t approve nor allow taking advantage of your romantic partner while they are under the influence of alcohol.
Supernatural things don’t really scare you. Growing up in a family that tells urban legends and mystical myths as bedtime stories makes you feel somewhat reserved toward spooky stuff, to the point that you won’t even bat an eyelash during a jump scare at literally any scary movie out there. It’s not like you’ve seen any supernatural creatures with your own eyes but you believe in their existence, especially when you live in a town where freaky things happen on daily basis.
You’re not sure about werewolves and zombies, but vampires do roam the earth the second the moon replaces the sun. It’s not merely a rumor anymore, it’s a fact. But they keep their presence in secret, trying to act as humanly as possible so they won’t gather unnecessary attention. And since no one has found any dead bodies with bite marks or severe blood loss, people don’t really identify them as a threat. You perceive things in a similar way. As long as they don’t bother you, then you can co-exist in peace. That’s what you believe.
So when you visit your neighbor in the middle of the night, the cute guy—probably still in his early twenties—who lives just across the hallway, you figure you’ll see him smiling back, maybe even offer you a cup of coffee out of courtesy. Now, you don’t usually barge into someone else’s apartment even when the front door is unlocked, but seeing how the two of you are already on a first-name basis, always greet each other with a nod whenever your eyes make eye contact, you think to yourself, “Yeah, he wouldn’t mind if I come in, would he? What’s the worst thing that could happen? He’s too cute to be a serial killer anyway.” Which, you realize soon enough, was a poor, terrible logic on your part.
But you turn over his doorknob with a click and invite yourself in.
So clearly, you do not expect to see him sitting bare-chested on the couch with his girlfriend’s legs hooked around his waist. Clearly, you do not expect to see his hand yanking at the roots of her hair, forcing her to expose the column of her neck and making her call his name in the most wanton moan you’ve ever heard in your life—even if you’ve had a fair share of watching porn movies (for research purposes). And you most clearly do not expect to see him sinking his canines deep into her skin, not caring when trails of blood start to taint her bare shoulder and groaning in bliss as he relishes the taste of her blood.
So naturally, the only thing you can think of is:
“Wait!” A hand finds its way to tangle around your wrist when you slip behind his front door to run back to your own. His icy cold skin makes you flinch in surprise but you keep your face still. As you turn around to see the owner, you’re greeted by the sight of him with his eyes turning as dark as the night. His brunette hair is made of curls and waves, seems unbelievably soft and silky with bangs almost covering his eyes. His lips and cheeks are smeared with fresh blood, possibly from trying to wipe his mouth in hurry with the back of his hand. His fangs are no longer shown and although he seems breathless, you can tell he’s not breathing from how still his chest is moving (but you’re too distracted with the sight of how toned it is). His black jeans are hanging dangerously low on his hips, unbuttoned but not yet unzipped, and it’s harder for you to not stare at his v-lines compared to the amount of blood that painted his lips.
Trying to act nonchalant, you simply ask, “Yes?”
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
“Oh, so you’re not a vampire drinking blood from your girlfriend’s neck?”
He gapes, eyes growing wide, before, “Okay, then it is what it looks like.”
You retract your hand, giving him a formal nod. “Cool.”
“Yeah, as in, no problem. You have a kink. I understand.”
“No, I mean—” He pinches the bridge of his nose, somewhat dizzy from your reaction. “Why are you so calm about this?”
You frown. “I’m confused. Would you rather have me freak-out and tell our landlord that you’ve been spilling maiden’s blood on his carpet?”
“Well, no, but—” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Also, I’m a professional. I don’t leave stains.”
“Congratulations, I’m impressed.” You clap your hands twice, face blank. “Well anyway, I guess I owe you an apology. I didn’t mean to sneak into your apartment without permission and disturb your…” You scratch your cheek, attempting to find the right word. “Late night snacking time—”
“Oh, God.” He rubs his palm over his face but before he can protest any further, his lover is calling him from the inside of his room.
“Lee Donghyuck, come back to me. I haven’t come yet.”
You stare flatly at him, trying not to look as judgmental as possible but most likely failing terribly at it. “She sounds nice.”
He mirrors the look on your face. “Yeah well, she tastes nice.”
“Ugh, too much info there, buddy.”
“No, I mean, her blood, not—” You’re not sure whether vampires can blush but this one surely seems like one. “Why did you even come here again?”
“Oh, that’s right.” You remember. “This is totally cliche and I wish I could say a better excuse but I was making coffee and ran out of sugar. Do you have some I can borrow? And maybe some cream?”
“Seriously?” It’s supposed to be a sarcastic response, but when he sees you nodding your head, he adds, “Do I look like I drink coffee in my spare time?”
“You spend eternity without drinking coffee?” You gasp, laying a hand on your heart. “I feel sorry for you.”
On the next evening, you find yourself crossing the hallway and knocking on his apartment’s door again. Knowing how patience has never been one of your virtues, you try to turn his doorknob after your third knock. Like last night, it’s unlocked with a click so you invite yourself in, calling his name.
“Lee Donghyuck, are you here—”
“I really need to fix that stupid lock.”
The sound of his voice startles you when he suddenly walks into view, but not as much as the sight of him with a white towel hanging around his neck, his wet hair dripping water to his bare chest, and another towel wrapped around his waist.
He notices you’re staring so with a small smirk, he comments, “So you’re fine seeing me with human’s blood on my face but completely left in shocked when I’m half-naked?”
You put your best effort to act unfazed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You do know us vampires can tell when you’re lying, right? We can hear your heartbeat.”
“And yet, you didn’t hear me coming into your apartment last night.”
“I was…” He narrows his eyes. “Distracted.”
“You mean you were too horny to notice.”
“You—” He exhaled loudly, perhaps a habit he invented to make him seem more human. “Why are you here again today?”
“Can’t I greet my neighbor?”
He snorts loudly but walks away, throwing himself on the couch. “Seriously, why aren’t you surprised about this?”
“About you being a vampire? Or about your God awful taste in women?”
“Yeah?” He mocks back, making a face. “As if your boyfriend Mark Lee is any better.” When he sees a blush blooming on your face, he snickers. “Enlighten me, Sweetheart. How does it feel to have a lover that only last for one minute during—”
“Okay, I’ll take my words back. Everything. Can we move on, please?” You try to yank yourself back to your normal state, even when you feel downright ashamed. “So, this vampire thing. How long have you been a vampire?”
“How old were you when you first turned?”
“How often do you drink human blood?“
You glare at him, earning a sly grin in return. “You’re not taking me seriously, are you?”
He sends you the best serious expression he can manage. “Serious enough.”
“Right, okay, I’m leaving. Have fun being an asshole for eternity.”
But the second you turn around in your heels, Donghyuck is already on the other side of the room, closing his front door and leaning his back against it. “Now, now, you come in as you please, uninvited. You don’t think I’ll let you go just like that, right?”
You raise an eyebrow in question. “What do you want?”
“I think it’s something that we both want.” He steps closer, voice sounding smooth and alluring. “You know what I’m talking about, right?”
You gulp, suddenly becoming nervous. He’s an arms reach away, and then closer, and closer until you can feel his cold fingers tracing against your cheekbone, lifting your face so his eyes are locked with yours.
“I’m—” You can feel your breathing starts to stutter. “I’m not giving you my blood.”
“But it’s not blood that I want from you.” His eyes are half-lidded, his thumb tracing your lower lip. “I’ve been thinking about this so much lately.”
Your heart feels like a ticking bomb inside your chest. “A-about what?”
“About our rent. Do you want to move in together so we can split the rental fee?”
It’s both ridiculous and dumb, his offer to move in together for cheaper rent, so it’s even more ridiculous and dumb when you agree to it. There are several reasons that make sense, actually—at least, to you anyway: 1) your neighbor may be a vampire but he’s super hot and although that doesn’t make everything okay, it does make his offer sound incredibly tempting, 2) your landlord is going to raise the rent in the following two months, 3) your part-time job’s salary can only cover so much of your living cost and you have no savings whatsoever, 4) if you can ignore the fact that he brings random girls at night for midnight snacks, he becomes much, much hotter.
Of course, there are risks to think about as well. Sharing a place with another person can bring trouble, so you can only imagine how troublesome would it be to share your home with a vampire. What if he gets too thirsty and starts drinking from you instead?
You gulp. The thought of it is actually kind of… sexy.
Mark. You mentally slap yourself in the head. You have a boyfriend. Stop crushing on your damn neighbor.
Well, there is nothing serious going on with Mark actually. You guys were just lab partners in high school, went on a couple of dates, had a terribly awkward first kiss, had a heavy make-out session with him ejaculating under one minute when you dry-humped him on the couch of your living room.
So yeah, nothing serious.
“My apartment or yours?” You ask after a week has passed by, the second he opens his door for you. “Your apartment is bigger, but mine is cleaner.”
“Whatever you want, Sweetheart,” he smirks, leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I don’t mind as long we can split the fee.”
“Yeah, why is that? You’re running out of money?”
His smirk instantly falters. “Well, it’s not exactly easy for vampires to get a job these days.”
“You literally have superhuman skills.”
“Well, you guys have the technology!” He throws his hands in the air, absolutely disgusted with the word by the sight of it. “And the Internet! Sure, I can run pretty fast, I have super hearing, I can see in the dark but these fucking technologies can do literally everything I’m capable of—and everything I’m not capable of—with only a few clicks!”
“Do you need a hug?”
He’s still pouting but shrugs. “Can’t hurt.”
“There, there.” You give him a pat on his back as he leans down so you can reach his height. “I’ll teach you some basic stuff to get you updated.”
“You’ll get through this.” You pull away, squeezing his shoulders. “So, about moving in together. Shall we talk about house rules and stuff?”
“Sure, but before that,” he smiles, opening his door wider for you. “Come in. I don’t bite.”
It’s something about him using that poor choice of words with that teasing smirk on his face that makes your stomach feel uneasy but you nod and let yourself in. As he closes the door, he adds, “Unless it’s what you’re into.”
“Getting my blood drunk by a vampire?” You scoff, trying to steady your racing heart though he can probably tell already. “Why would it be something I’m into?”
“Well, my ladies surely enjoyed it,” he chuckles and you secretly think to yourself, yeah because you’re fucking hot, that’s why, but you keep yourself ignorant on the outside. “But if you’re ever curious,” he coos, eyes nearly glowing as he pushes his bangs back with one hand, “I’m down anytime you want.”
You shudder, but from disgust or excitement, you’re not sure. “Thanks, but no thanks. So, house rules?”
It turns out to be shockingly easy to share an apartment with an undead creature of the night. Your source of information regarding vampires are from the collection of your young adult supernatural novels, ranging from something serious like Interview with The Vampire, to something mediocre like The Vampire Diaries, and something absolutely ridiculous and downright outrageous like Twilight. So it’s not really surprising when your first assumption of vampires are dead people who look unusually pale but strikingly attractive, have constant frowns on their faces as they brood over literally everything that’s happening as if they’re constipated all the time (they’re not, since vampires don’t have that bodily function anymore) and kill people in their spare time by sucking their blood dry.
But Donghyuck isn’t like that at all, to the point you have to convince yourself that he’s a century-old vampire and not a brat going through puberty.
Because Donghyuck isn’t pale, his skin is tan as if he was kissed by the sun when he has been hiding from it his whole life. It’s smooth, unscarred, and almost golden under the fluorescent light of your apartment.
He’s not heartless either. He cried during watching Hachiko even when the dog owner was still alive and well, shouting, “Bad shit is going to happen. Bad shit is going to happen to the dog—look how cute that dog is—look just how fucking cute he is—he doesn’t deserve any pain—if this dog dies by the end of the movie, I will combust,” to the screen. So the thought of him killing someone by sucking their blood dry? Seems very unlikely.
And he’s not broody or angry all the time. He’s extremely playful and annoyingly mischievous. He keeps his stock of blood in empty bottles of red wine and places them inside the fridge with a handwritten note that says: “It’s really just wine, Sweetheart. I bought some as a housewarming gift. Come take a sip.” You did, once, out of curiosity, and from that day on you promised yourself that you’d never ever trust his words for as long as you live.
Being a monster, he should’ve been the cause of fear, but in reality, he gets scared from a lot of things—even the things that shouldn’t scare a baby. You will never forget the day when a loud crash came thundering from his room, two seconds before he came barging into yours, screaming with wide eyes, “THERE’S A COCKROACH FLYING IN MY ROOM!”
“And what did you do?”
“I THREW THE TV AT IT BUT THAT FUCKING THING STILL LIVES!”
“WHAT?! But that’s our TV!”
“IT WAS FLYING TO MY FACE AND I PANICKED—WHAT THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!”
Even a butterfly that sneaks in from the window makes him jump on his feet. It was cute the first two times it happened, but seeing how he keeps on throwing random things—your phone, included—to keep the bugs away, you probably should start adding another house rule.
Speaking about rules, they’re pretty basic. It’s settled that you’ll both do your cleaning separately. No borrowing things without permission, no spending too much time in the bathroom because although he doesn’t need to go to the toilet, Donghyuck enjoys drawing himself a warm bubble bath for hours, as he takes a sip of his ‘red wine’. And you’re fine with him bringing girls over to your place as long as he does his midnight snacking in his own room. You were against it before but then you figure that you’re going to have Mark in your room from time-to-time (your date night is cheaper this way) so you really don’t have the right to forbid him.
But man, if only you could take back your words.
Because when Donghyuck said his ladies surely enjoyed it when he drank from them, you didn’t think that they would enjoy it this much. And you didn’t think that drinking blood from a human equals having sex with them all night long.
The sound of “Aah, yes fuck me just like that,” and “Bite me again, Lee Donghyuck, I want you to bite me as hard as you fuck me,” can be heard coming endlessly from his bedroom whenever he brings a girl—sometimes even two, for God’s sake—over. You have to plug your AirPods into your ears, blast the volume to the maximum until you can literally feel your ears going deaf while pulling a pillow over your head. And even then you still can hear them. Your apartment has excellent sound-proofed walls so your neighbors don’t really hear the loud screeches they’re making, but for you who sleeps in the room just across the living room? A living hell.
Fortunately, it doesn’t happen every day. It doesn’t happen every week, even, since he always keeps some stocks of blood in the fridge.
“Did you take this blood from those girls?” You grimaced one night, as you opened your refrigerator to slide in your pudding leftover and noticed three huge bottles of red wine completely filled up to the brim.
He laughed, waving a hand. “Of course not, stupid. How could I even do that in the first place? I bought some blood bags from the hospital, obviously.” He was sitting on the couch before but when he delivered his next line, he suddenly stood behind you, lips hovering dangerously close to your ear. “And just in case you’re wondering,” you could feel his smirk grazing your earlobe. “I only drink directly when I want to have sex.”
The heat was spreading almost immediately to your cheeks so you hid it by throwing a punch to his stomach, which he easily dodged. “Still,” you complained, “There’s blood in my fridge.”
“Hey, I never complain when you keep your celery juice in there.” He scrunched his nose in disgust. “I don’t eat or drink human foods, but who the fuck drinks celery juice?”
Donghyuck is also exceptionally talkative, you’ve learned along the way. It’s nice to have someone to fill the silence, moving from one random topic to another, never letting an awkward pause hang for too long. But he can also be exceptionally annoying when you have some papers to do and he’s bothering you because he’s bored out of his mind. He’ll start pestering you with questions—unimportant questions—like, “If you only have one eye, are you blinking or winking?” Or “Why is it that when you are sleeping it's called drool but when you are awake it's called spit?” And the stupidest of them all, “Why did Superman wear his briefs on the outside of his tights? This question intrigues me.”
And you’ll eventually start to lose it, throw a pillow to his face and yell, “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
But by the end of the day, it’s really fun to have him around. Not just because you can secretly enjoy the sight of him coming out of your shared bathroom with only a towel hanging low around his hips, but also because he’s a vampire and you can spend your time doing actual research about it.
“So,” you began one day after the sun has set and he crawled out of his room with the biggest bird's nest on his head. You had a romance novel on your lap, your fingers running through the pages. “Are you like an actual vampire or are you the romanticized, somewhat gay vampire they usually depict in books?”
“Well, I’ve never been with a man but I don’t really oppose the idea.” He took a seat beside you on the couch, laying his feet on the coffee table. You kind of just stare at him, not exactly judging his words, just… bewildered.
He noticed the look on your face. “When you’ve lived for a century, you gotta learn how to keep things interesting, even if that means having a dick in my mouth.”
“That’s…” You swallowed. “Not exactly something I want to imagine.”
“You should, though. Try picturing me with your boyfriend Mark for a sec. Don’t we look hot together?” You had to look away when he wiggled his eyebrows at you. You just had to.
“So, these vampire books you said you read,” he went back to the previous topic after cackling for a whole ten seconds at the flustered look on your face. “How do they depict us exactly?”
“You’ve never read one?”
“Have you ever read any books about humans written by vampires?”
“Fair point. Well, it said that vampires couldn’t see themselves in the mirror.”
“Myth,” he replied, leaning his head against the couch. “I can see myself in the mirror and I like seeing myself just as much as you do whenever I come out of the bathroom.”
You almost blurt out the cinnamon cookie you just ate. “Excuse me?!” You cough, eyes starting to get a little teary. “Who said I like looking at you?”
“You don’t?” The way his eyes twinkled made you a little bit weak. A smirk grew apparent on his face. “You sure about that?”
You cleared your throat, flipping another page of your book. “Next question,” you continued, ignoring the soft laugh he emitted. “Do garlic, holy water, and silver scare you?”
“They don’t scare me,” he clicked his tongue, vexed by the way you composed your words. “I just don’t like them.”
“Right, so that’s a yes. Do you have to be invited in to be able to enter someone’s home?”
He tightened his jaw, quietly murmured, “Yes.”
“Can you read someone’s thoughts?”
“No, but I can tell how they’re feeling through their heartbeat.” His eyes were boring into yours, lips curving upward. “Like you, for example. I can tell that whenever I’m around you, your heartbeat runs just a little bit faster.”
You glanced away, rubbing your nose. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Ah,” he showcased his perfect marbled teeth as he grinned knowingly. “Just like that. Your heartbeat is increasing again. Are you lying to me, milady?”
“You’re freaking annoying, you know that?”
“It’s part of my charm.”
“Speaking of that,” you immediately said, knowing it was the perfect chance to avert his attention to another topic. “Can you charm someone?”
“With these looks?” He gestured to his entire body. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.” But when you started scowling at him, he added, “But if you’re talking about mind compulsion, yes, I am able to do that. I can erase and alter people’s memories, even controlling them only by making eye contact.”
“That sounds pretty convenient.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t like doing it.” He shrugged, staring at the ceiling with droopy eyes. “Hypnotizing them to get what I want just doesn’t sit right with me. I want to feel a connection, you know?”
“So doing one night stands with vampire groupies is the perfect way to earn that connection, I suppose?”
He tilted his head, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “You really know how to attack someone’s pride, huh?”
“Part of my charm,” you mimic him with a nod. “Okay, next question. Can you die with a wooden stake piercing your heart?”
He rolled his eyes. “Everybody dies with a stake in—what is this, an interrogation?”
“Okay, Sweetheart.” He closed your book, smiling at you though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I think that’s enough. My turn.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, not really pleased with the way he just suddenly changed the direction of your conversation. “What do you want to know?” You indulged him anyway.
He tilted his head, propping his elbow on his thigh, fingers tapping against his cheek as he rested his chin on his palm. Gazing at you intensely, he asked, “Are you a virgin?”
It didn’t take even a split second for you to blush. “T-that’s—What kind of question is that—”
“Ah, so you are.” His smile grew a bit larger, but you weren’t sure whether he was amused, aroused, or just excited to mock you about it. “Is that why you’ve been staring at me a lot lately? Because you’re curious?”
“For the last time,” you emphasized, though your heart was hammering against your ribcages. “I wasn’t looking at you. I never—”
“You’re adorable when you lie,” he snickered, a lopsided smile painting his face. “Your heartbeat sounds like you just did a marathon. Are you okay?”
You threw your book at him, successfully wiping the smirk on his goddamn perfect face, and raced back to your own room.
“Ah, she’s really cute.” Was the last thing you heard him say before you slammed your bedroom door behind you.
For a vampire, Donghyuck’s presence is as bright as the sun, always managing to lift your mood whenever you’re too stressed about your college assignments or too exhausted from your part-time job. Of course, he’s also the cause of your stress more often than not, but whenever you get into a fight with him—usually because he’s so disorganized and you’re too obsessive to keep everything in order—it doesn’t last long and ends up with him making you the best dinner you’ve ever had to compensate, even when he’s not the one at fault.
Donghyuck doesn’t consume human food but he makes the best cuisine you’ve ever tasted in your life. And also the sight of him wearing your pink apron while humming to a Michael Jackson’s song with his bangs tied to the side using your hairclip is really, really something to behold—which is weird because that obviously doesn’t scream sexy in any way, or masculine even, but it makes your stomach do somersaults most delightfully.
“Dinner is served, Milady,” he says, laying down a plate of Spaghetti Aglio e Olio in front of you, making you gawk at the sight. “And it’s special because it contains a lot of garlic—seriously, like a lot. I had to put some gloves on and everything.”
“You’re an angel.” You nearly cry and it’s not an exaggeration. “I can’t believe you did this all for me.”
“Well, I haven’t really thanked you for covering my rent last month so…”
“It’s fine, you can pay me back later.” You take a hold of your fork, already wetting your lips in anticipation, and waste not a second longer before you dig in. When the cheese melts inside your mouth, you almost moan in joy. “Oh my God, this is so good. I love you.”
He chuckles, suddenly standing behind you, leaning forward so he’s next to your ear. “Yeah? How much?”
You raise your silver spoon in the air and he immediately leaps to the other side of the kitchen, startled and scared out of his mind. “Hey, that’s not nice! I thought we’ve talked about this!”
Rolling your eyes at him, you take another spoonful of it. “Man, you should really make a job out of this,” you comment. He only cooks whenever he feels sorry for you for going through a hard day—whether it was because of him or something else—but if that’s what it takes to have this magnificent dish entering your mouth, you don’t mind suffering more often.
“I really should, huh?” He takes a seat on the kitchen counter, his legs dangling a few inches in the air. “I’m really running low on money.”
“I thought vampires were supposed to be rich and like, noble.”
“You’re confusing us with Aristocrats.” He grieves. “Do you think I can get a night shift at a restaurant downtown?”
“Oh, I actually know a place. I’ll take you there tomorrow.”
“Like on a date?”
You almost drop your fork. “Why do you have to make everything weird?”
His cheeky grin is contagious but you’ve become a master of handling your expression. “I just like seeing you blush,” he confesses. “Have I told you how cute you are?”
“Today? Not yet,” you mutter as you munch on your food. “Yesterday? Approximately two hundred and thirty-five times.”
“Then I’ll try to break another record today.” He throws you a wink.
“Shut up and let me eat in peace, please.”
“Stop posting a goddamn selfie every ten minutes!” You almost throw your phone to his face but since it’ll be a waste, you decide to throw your shoe instead. “I didn’t teach you how to use Instagram for this!”
Donghyuck easily dodges every single thing you’re throwing at him. “Didn’t you tell me to promote my cooking skill? That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
“How does this—” You show your phone’s screen to him, almost smacking him on the face with how fast and hard you’re doing it. You slide your thumb over his Instagram feeds, showing more than fifty different pictures of his close-up face and he just made that account two days ago. “—promote your cooking skill?!”
“But, look,” he guides you, clasping his hand to yours so you’re both holding your phone. He taps from one picture to another. “This is me holding a spatula. This is me boiling water and this is me pouring barbecue sauce—”
“Oh my God.” You almost yank every hair out of your head—or out of his head. “I follow more than four hundred people and all I can see is your damn selfies!”
“Correction, my damn cute selfies.” He pecks your cheek. “You’re welcome, babe.”
But all jokes aside, it actually works. His adorable selfies—no matter how bad you hate to admit it—are attracting more followers each day that by the time a week has passed by, he has gained more followers than you (and you’ve had your account for three years, shame on you).
And on the following two months, he gets his first endorsement deal.
“I can’t believe this,” you say, gaping as you stare over his shoulder to look at his phone’s screen, shamelessly reading his direct messages. He’s getting an offer to become a brand ambassador for this little bakery with a cover photo of a lady with chubby cheeks baking cupcakes. “I can’t believe there are people crazy enough to hire you.”
“Hey, privacy!” He immediately stands up from the couch, covering his screen with his palm. “I could’ve been sending nudes!”
“You’re sending nudes?”
“Well, not my nudes.” He rolls his eyes.
“How is that any better?!”
“Look, I’m busy. I got a gig.” He grins proudly. “I’m on my way to becoming a celebrity, babe. Do you want my autograph now before it’s too late? I could sign your bra if you want. I mean, I’m totally down if you want me to sign your tits, but if you ever think that could be awkward—”
You smack his head with a spatula.
It’s your first date night after nearly half a year of not contacting Mark due to him going overseas for student exchange, and you’re nervous for various reasons.
First, you haven’t told Mark you’ve been sharing a place with a guy.
Second, you certainly haven’t told him that this guy is a vampire.
Third, you absolutely in any way cannot tell him that you’ve been secretly crushing on this guy while your boyfriend was away studying.
And last but not least, you know that if anything happens tonight, whether it ends up with you fighting with Mark or finally losing your virginity to him, Donghyuck can hear every single thing.
So you barge into his room, hand laying on the front of his bedroom door as you push it open. “Donghyuck-ah.”
Like always, he’s laying idly on his bed, head almost dangling on the edge of it with his phone in his hands. “Yes, baby?”
You sigh, rubbing your temple. “How many times should I tell you? Don’t call me that.”
“You’re not my baby anymore?” He fakes a loud gasp. “I am shocked.”
“Mark is coming over tonight.”
His movements stop abruptly. “I didn’t realize you were still with him.”
“Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I be? He’s been nothing but sweet to me.”
His eyes lose the mischievous spark he usually displays in them. “And yet, you keep drooling over my body. Can’t say I’m not hurt.”
“I never—” You exhale loudly, throwing your head back. “I’m not going to have this argument again. He’s coming over tonight to have dinner—”
“But you’re a shitty cook.”
“By dinner, I mean take-outs,” you admit your defeat. “Anyway, I came here to ask you a favor.”
“Sweetheart,” he calls, turning over to his stomach so he can face you without having to see you upside down. “I know I said I wanted to make things interesting, but having a threesome with you and Mark? So suddenly like this? Don’t you think it’s gonna be a little awkward between us? I barely know the dude. You should at least tell me what kind of person he is, whether he likes action movies or romantic ones, whether he blames someone else when he farts—I need to know him before I have his dick in my mouth.”
Talking to him gives you headaches, you should’ve really come prepared. “Are you done?”
“Do you still want me to continue? Okay, well—”
“Shut up, please for the love of God, shut up.” You should take your leave before he starts yapping again. “Look, that super hearing thing you do? Can you turn it off just for one night?”
“Sure thing, click,” he says, snapping his fingers near his ear. “Done. Now I’m deaf.”
You flatly stare at him. “I’m serious.”
“Whaaaaat? I can’t heaaaaar youuuu.”
He groans loudly, rolling his eyes. “Well, it’s not like my ears have on-and-off buttons I can just switch, okay? What do you want from me?”
He’s right, there’s nothing you can do. “Then, can you leave the apartment for the night?”
He opens his mouth wide, hand going to his chest. “You’re kicking me out from my own apartment? This is heresy!”
“Donghyuck-ah, please!” Great, now you’re stomping your feet like a child. “I just really need some privacy for tonight.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get laid, aren’t you?” He raves mockingly, but his eyes are somewhat bitter. “Seriously? With that guy? I think you could do so much better, Sweetheart.”
Vexed, you jeer back, “Yeah? And who do you have in mind? You?”
You’re not sure whether it’s your words or the way you say them because his eyes suddenly turn darker, almost glowering at you but it only happens for a second or two so you’re not sure if you even see that clearly.
“Well, it’s not my business, is it?” He casually chirps, smiling at you again though something still feels off. “Don’t worry, I won’t eavesdrop on you two. I have a lot of kinks but voyeurism isn’t one of those. You won’t even notice I’m here.”
“You…” Something feels really off with the way he’s acting. It’s like he’s visibly upset but trying to act nonchalant about it. “You’re sure?”
“You have my words.”
“Okay then.” Whatever it is, you figure you can deal with that later. “Well, I’m gonna take a shower.”
As you shut the door behind you, uneasiness starts to fill your chest.
Your date with Mark is going well. It’s going so well, even, that you end up lying on your bed, perfectly naked, lips swollen from his kisses, with him hovering on top of you, both breathless and speechless.
And unfortunately for you, also clueless.
He has a packet of condoms in his hand, and no matter how embarrassing it is for you, you already have your legs spread on the bed, waiting for him to… well, do whatever it is he’s supposed to do. Perhaps it’s okay for you to be clueless about sex because guys usually take the lead, right?
“Okay, wait, let me just—” Mark’s fingers are shaking due to anxiety. His poor, innocent mind cannot handle being so painfully turned-on and awkwardly embarrassed at the same time. Your boyfriend has always been awkward with literally everything, which kind of makes him adorable but it does not come as cute—not in the slightest—when he’s doing the exact opposite of what’s he’s supposed to do. Somewhere deep in his mind, he probably knows that he’s supposed to tear apart the packet sexily with his teeth, put the condom on within seconds, and thrust into you as painlessly as possible. But in reality, what’s currently happening is he tries to catch the condom that flew out in the air after he managed to tear the packet apart with his shaky fingers. He then progresses to try putting on the condom for approximately fifteen minutes while flinching several times when he accidentally slaps the elastic band against his cock.
The whole thing is a fucking disaster (no pun intended) and all the passion, desire, and arousal that you once felt swirling in your stomach vanish in an instant. And when you thought things couldn’t get any worse, it does, because being a virgin himself, Mark doesn’t really know where to, for the lack of better words, put it in.
“That’s my asshole.”
So with a reassuring (fake) smile, you lay a hand on his chest and gently push him backward, trying not to wince in chagrin when you suggest, “Maybe we should stop and try again some other time?”
You two dress back into your clothes in silence and after you escort him to your front door, Mark tries to kiss you at the same time you’re leaning in for a friendly hug so it ends up with him knocking his teeth against your forehead.
When he’s gone, you close the front door with a sigh, pressing your spine against the wooden surface as you soothe the pain on your temple away with your fingertips. It doesn’t take long before Donghyuck peeks his head from behind his door. Noticing you’re alone, he steps into the living room, leaning against the wall just a couple of meters away from where you’re standing.
“So,” he begins, acting casual, “How was the date with—” He suddenly bursts out laughing, one hand holding his stomach as he nearly tumbles down to the floor, cackling like a mad man. “I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have eavesdropped but man, did he really put it in the wrong hole? Oh God, this shit is just beyond me, man.”
With your shoulders slumped forward, you walk back into your room, trying to gather back the pieces of dignity you have left.
“You know what I should do?” Donghyuck asks with a game controller in his hand. To stop him from making fun of you and your terrible incident with your boyfriend, you’ve borrowed a PlayStation from your cousin. Even though he claimed that he despised technology, Donghyuck is actually brilliant when he puts his mind to it. It doesn’t take more than two hours for him to master the game, already adapting to every button of the controller, even manages to land a few high scores in the last ten minutes. He used to prefer to live in the old school way, but that soon changed after your influence.
“Pray to God for forgiveness so He won’t send you to hell?” You offer, as you take a seat next to him on the carpeted floor, crossing your legs, eyes staring idly at the screen.
“Cute, but no.” He clicks some buttons aggressively, trying to reach yet another high score. “I should become a historian. I mean, I’ve seen things happened with my own eyes—the first world war, the second world war, the birth of Jesus.” He sneaks a glance, but seeing no reaction coming from you, he juts out his lower lip in disappointment. “It’s cruel that you don’t indulge me with my jokes these days.”
“Oh, so you want me to respond? I thought you just liked hearing yourself talk.”
“Heeeeeey,” he hisses, leering at you. “I know you’re hurt that your boyfriend tried to butt-fuck you but don’t throw this all on me.”
Oh my God. “Right, then let’s try this.” You have no choice but to please him this way before he destroys whatever is left of your pride. You do a quick search on your phone, throwing a random question from what you found in the article. “Who led our country in 1950?”
“Easy. The guy with the bald head. No, wait, is it the skinny one with the huge mole on his neck?”
“Name, Hyuck. I need a name.” You exhale in exasperation.
“Oh, I got it! The one with the annoying high-pitched voice!”
“How the hell am I supposed to know?”
“Well, how the hell am I supposed to remember shits that happened seventy years ago?”
You give him a look, eyes staring at him lifelessly. “You’re right, you should totally apply for the job. You’ll nail it.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“Saying that multiple times won’t really change anything, Sweetheart.”
“I can’t believe this,” you repeat, this time while standing up from the couch, slamming your fashion magazine down to the table. “I can’t believe our air conditioner broke when it’s nearly thirty degrees outside! Aren’t you hot?!”
“Am I hot—” He snorts, flipping a page of his novel. Yes, it is actually quite bizarre that he spends his spare time reading. “What kind of question is that? Of course, I’m hot. Haven’t you seen the number of girls I brought into this place?”
“Ugh, God!” You plop back into your seat, throwing your head back in vexation. “What are you even reading?”
“That vampire book you talked about yesterday.”
“The one that’s interesting.”
“Oh, Interview with The Vampire?”
“No.” The way he rolls his eyes as if he’s disgusted with your guess is beyond you. “Twilight.”
“Oh my God, stay away from me.”
“What—this is actually good!”
“These vampires sparkle under the sun—aren’t you, at the very least, offended? Because I’m livid and I’m human.”
“That’s what makes it interesting, actually,” he retorts, eyes moving back-and-forth as he reads through a passage. “They’re so different than us in real life, so it’s like seeing through a new perspective. I’m Team Jacob, by the way.”
“Good Lord.” You palm the side of your face. “You’re more than a hundred years-old but you have the taste of a teenage girl going through puberty. I’m ashamed of knowing you.”
“You’re just cranky because of the weather.”
“I’m literally dying.” You can feel sweat drenching your back, all the way to your shirt and you just took a shower twenty minutes ago. “You’re lucky you’re immune to temperature changes.”
“Then wanna sit on my lap?”
Your ears must be playing tricks on you. “Excuse me?”
Donghyuck sighs, closing his book and throws it away to the side. Turning to you, he repeats slowly, dragging out every syllable. “Do. you. want. to. sit. on. my. lap?”
You send him a blank stare, annoyed. “I heard you, asshole. I’m not an idiot. I’m just shocked at your offer. You’re really going all out in harassing me these days, aren’t you?”
“What—” He throws his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’m a vampire, remember? I have cold skin. Here,” he takes one of your hands, sliding it down his shirt as if it’s nothing, and presses it against his stomach. “Can you feel it?”
All the blood rushes to your face, making you feel lightheaded but also conscious of how his skin feels under your palm. It is cold, though not as cold as he’d made a big deal out of it. It’s like the room temperature during the spring season, at most. But compared to how sizzling it is right now, his skin is nice to the touch, relaxing even.
But all that thought just goes straight out of the window when he shifts on his seat and you can feel his abs muscles contracting.
“Whoa,” he stops, looking at you. “Are you okay? Your heartbeat is insane.”
You smack him on the head and try to suffocate him with your cushion. It doesn’t work since he doesn’t breathe, but at least it can stop him from seeing how red your face is turning.
But when another day passes by and your landlord is still taking his sweet time trying to find a cheap handyman to repair your AC, you decide to take on his offer. You know it’s weird for roommates to cuddle but, as you try to reason within yourself, you will be sitting on the-sexiest-man-you’ve-ever-witnessed-with-your-eyes’ lap, your back pressing against his (hopefully) bare chest, and snuggle close until your body heat is no longer screaming at you in agony. You don’t really see any problem with this. After all, you have been imagining how it would feel to sit on his lap every time he does that manspreading thing on your couch.
So really, what’s there to lose?
“Okay,” you begin, standing in front of him in an already awkward position. “So, how can we do this without being weird about it?”
Donghyuck tilts his face up, leaning his back against the couch, phone in his hand. “Do what?”
“Do…” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt. “You know, what you offered yesterday.”
“Hmm?” He raises his eyebrow in question, but the way one side of his lips is curving upward betrays his act. “I forgot. What exactly did I offer to do?”
“You’re seriously going to make me say this out loud?”
“Baby, I’m clueless.” His smirk grows wider, his voice filled with allure. “Please. Enlighten me.”
He’s toying with you, that’s for sure. And no matter how much you want to feel those arms around you, there’s no way you’re gonna let him degrade you like this. “Fine, then forget it,” you sulk, turning around on your heels with your scarlet cheeks puffed out but Donghyuck laughs in the most innocent way when he’s clearly nothing like that in reality. Calling your name in a sing-song voice, he circles his fingers around your wrist and tugs you back until you tumble down to his lap.
“You’re never honest,” he says, his velvety voice suddenly only a whisper away. His arms are tied securely around your waist, pulling you close until you can do nothing but lay your back against his chest. “But you’re cute so I forgive you.”
You can’t form a word, too busy trying to compose yourself. You can’t hear his heartbeat—since he’s the creature of the undead, obviously—but you assume with the proximity you’re being, you would’ve definitely heard it if he had one.
You didn’t notice it before but now that you’re sitting on his lap, your palm pressed against his thigh for stability you realize that he’s wearing black ripped jeans with holes that are oh so terribly distracting. If you dare to move your finger, you’ll be able to trace the smooth skin at the inner part of his thigh.
You gulp hard.
You can hear him snickering behind you. “Thinking about something dirty?”
You almost swallowed your own tongue. “What—no!” Flapping your hands in panic, you almost fall from his lap but his fast reflex won’t let you, as he embraces you tighter, making you fall back to his chest with a small oof.
“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” he chuckles lowly, his lips grazing against your earlobe. “This is nice. We should do this more often. You fit perfectly in my arms.” He says his line with sincerity with no trace of humor or teasing in it, which effectively make you curl your toes in bashfulness.
“You’re gonna have a heart attack if you keep your heart rate going like that, Sweetheart,” he titters.
“Yeah, well,” you try to push him away by pushing your palm against his cheek. “Unlike you, I don’t really spend my time snuggling with the opposite sex, so of course I’m nervous.”
“You’re sure it’s not because of me?”
“Absolutely. In fact, I’d most likely have a bigger reaction if Mark was the one holding me instead.”
The way he suddenly goes stiff intrigues you, but you don’t dwell on it. “Is that so?” He simply retorts back, tone suddenly becoming cold and it makes you feel uneasy.
“So, uhh…” Your breathing tatters when he becomes mute, only the sound of the ticking clock on the wall can be heard. “Wanna watch a movie?”
He only hums, placing his chin on top of your head. Since he’s always so talkative, it gets really tense when he’s quiet. “Did I offend you or something?” You question.
“I don’t know, did you?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I knew.”
“Then let’s just leave it at that.” Seeing how you keep fumbling with the remote in your hand, he snatches it away and proceeds to switch the channels. “We’re watching Twilight.”
“Nooooooo, not again!”
But his arm, as he raises it high in the air, is longer than yours so you can’t steal back the remote no matter how hard you try. And as you jump up and down, shifting back and forth on his lap, Donghyuck warns, “I don’t know if you’re doing this on purpose, but if you keep doing that, I’m gonna get a hard-on.”
You immediately stay still, hands tucked neatly on your lap, chest thundering. “You—Why—” You shake your head, flushed. “How can you say things like that?”
“Things like what?”
“Sexual things like that.” The more you reveal your thoughts, the harder you blush. “Don’t you have any shame?”
“What, I can’t be honest?” He snorts. “I didn’t mean to harass you or anything. Just letting you know in advance. It’s completely a guy thing.”
“No, it’s not just that. You always flirt with me—calling me baby, telling me how I look cute all the time when you don’t even mean it—“
You’re interrupted with a loud sigh accompanied by an impatient groan. “Turn around, look at me,” he orders and his tone is irrefutable. When you turn slightly, making eye contact, Donghyuck has his eyebrows furrowed, almost glaring at you. “I know you’re gullible, and I know you’re dense when it comes to things like this but I swear to God, if you don’t start taking a hint, I’m going to have to push you against the wall and kiss you to prove my point.”
You’re dizzy and nauseous, and your stomach is flipping like crazy and you’re conflicted between believing him or laughing at him because although he looks dead serious right now, you can’t help but wonder what if, after you give in to your feelings, he sends you that signature cheeky grin of his to reveal he’s just joking all along? You’re not even brave enough to imagine, even when the vivid image of him pushing you against the wall, his knee slipping between your legs while he brings your wrists over your head, holding them still with one hand is enough to keep you awake for hours.
So you decide to take the easy path. “Okay.”
He blinks. “Okay?”
“Okay.” You shrug, acting casual. It’s really a miracle that you don’t stutter when you deliver the next line. “You told me to take a hint, that’s what I’m doing.”
He raises one of his eyebrows, confused. “Just like that? You’re not gonna say anything more? Or do anything about it?”
Slowly, there’s a shift in his expression. He shakes his head, tongue protruding against the inside of his cheek both irked and amused. “You’re really something.”
Surprisingly enough, he leaves it at that. Though it’s somehow uncomfortable, you follow his lead and just lock your eyes to your tv screen as he chooses his movie.
You have no interest in watching Twilight—absolutely nothing, zilch, zip, nada!—so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when your eyelids start to become heavy in the first thirteen minutes of the show. You would’ve fallen asleep way sooner though, if you weren’t too distracted with the way he laid his hand on your thigh, sometimes unconsciously rubbing or squeezing it with his palm when he got a little bit bored with the scene, making your breath hitched in your throat.
The room’s temperature is still hot even when it’s in the middle of the night, successfully making your bangs stick to your temple but Donghyuck is quietly humming something to himself. Soft, melodious sound is resonating from his chest directly to your ear and you begin to drift away, floating into your dreamland.
“Hey, wake up. It’s almost morning.”
Your bleary eyes are greeted with the dim light of the room. The TV in front of you has already been switched off so the only thing that can be heard in your apartment is the buzzing sound coming from your fridge and the faint ticking clock.
“What time is it?” You rub your eyes, not aware that you’re still sitting on his lap, with your spine leaning against his chest. It’s until you feel his arms loosening around your waist that you begin to think, oh fuck, what have I done?
You immediately jump off his lap, tripping over your feet but manage to hold your balance by placing a hand on the coffee table. “Why didn’t you wake me?” You screech, face aflame. “You kept holding me in that position all night?”
“Yeah.” He stretches his arms above his head, cracking his neck. “I wanted to wait until you wake up by yourself, but you know, the sun is about to rise.”
You’re still pretty much flabbergasted by the whole thing. “You really should’ve woken me up.”
“Well, you seemed like you were having the best sleep you’ve ever had.” He stares at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Was it that good being in my arms?”
You’re about to explode. “Okay, wow, look what time it is.” You try to look at your wrist and mentally slap yourself harder when you realize you’re not wearing a goddamn watch. “A-anyway, you really should go back to your room before it’s too late.”
He shakes his head, chuckling at your stupid antics as he stands up from the couch. He ruffles your hair once, making a mess out of your strands before he heads back to his room. As he slides open his door, he spares you a glance over his shoulder. “Hey.”
“You kept calling my name in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?”
Whether it’s true or he’s just flirting with you to get your reaction, you don’t want to know. “Just go to your room!”
A few moments after the sun sinks below the horizon, Donghyuck comes out from his room with bleary eyes and his shoulders slumped forward.
“Good morning, Princess,” you joke, your hands busy mixing coffee powder, sugar, and milk to make your own version of Dalgona coffee. Donghyuck scratches the back of his head, his eyes are barely open as he heads to the kitchen, not even sparing you a glance. When he opens the fridge, he groans loudly, noticing that he forgot to restock his red wine. He slams the door with a loud huff, drags his body to the dining table, and sits down with his cheek pressed against the table. Seeing how you’re not paying him any attention, he groans again, louder and whinier this time.
“Okay, what?” You ask, leaning your back against the counter, a cup of coffee in your hand.
“I’m thirsty,” he grumbles, jutting out his lower lip.
“I don’t have any money to buy even a bag of blood. Why do they have to make it so fucking expensive?” He pouts. “I mean, I can always steal one but I’m scared of being caught.”
“Scared of being caught? You, with your superhuman speed and strength?”
“Well, they have those security cameras installed all over the place! I don’t want to get arrested or worse, go viral!” You resist the temptation to roll your eyes at his nonsense. “These fucking technologies, man, I swear to God, they’ll be the death of me someday.”
“Then just go outside. Our town is filled with walking blood bags.”
He groans again, now pressing his forehead against the table. “Man, the effort I have to make just to survive. I’m so done with drinking blood from slutty girls. They’re bitter.” He sticks out his tongue at the memory.
“Yeah, why is that? Why do you only drink from them?”
“Because they’re the only ones who’ll agree in a heartbeat.” His voice is muffled as his lips are brushing against the surface. “Also the sex isn’t too bad if you can ignore how annoyingly loud they are.”
“Trust me, I’ve tried.” You grimace at the flashback. It really has been a while since he brought one of them back to his room and you were ecstatic about it, knowing you were the only girl he had been giving his attention to. “Why don’t you just compel someone to give their blood? You can erase their memories too after you’re done.”
“I’ve told you, I don’t like doing that. It makes me feel like a monster.”
It’s cute, you suppose, the way he tries his best to defy his nature. “Then…” You tap your fingers against the mug, somehow feeling uneasy. “Why don’t you try being in a relationship with someone? I’m sure they’ll be willing to give you their blood if they like you that way.”
“Yeah? With who?”
“I don’t know, like…” Your cheeks grow hot, bringing your face down to hide your eyes behind your bangs. “Maybe just someone you like.”
“Are you volunteering?”
The way he suddenly has you backed against the counter, trapping you inside his arms, and whispers seductively with his lips almost grazing your own make you jump on your feet, your cup slipping off your fingers, crashing to pieces when it hits the marbled floor.
“Careful!” Donghyuck holds you by the waist, stopping you just a split second away from stepping on the broken glasses. You realize your hands are fisting against the back of his shirt, embracing him for support without knowing. You pull away immediately, clearing your throat.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you,” he says, letting you go. “I mean I did, but not like this.”
You sigh. “It’s okay, just step away. I need to clean this up.” He tries to help but you won’t let him, because having him in such proximity is going to blind your senses, unable to function properly. Even just thinking about the way his strong arm fits the curve of your waist already makes you lose focus that you end up cutting your finger with a shard of glass.
He catches the little surprised yelp that escapes your lips and immediately bends down to check on you. “See, this is why I told you to let me clean up instead,” he complains, carrying you to the sink and drenches your finger with running water. “Let me see.” With a hold around your wrist, you can barely do anything but to let him examine your cut thoroughly. “Well, it’s not deep but it’s… still…”
Noticing how he trails off, you look up to check on his face seeing how his eyes are now glowing a bit brighter, his lips parted as if in awe from the way droplets of blood seep from your fingertip, trickling all the way down to your palm.
His eyes are drifting back and forth from your face to your cut and you know where this is going but when he brings your palm closer to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the blood off your skin, you nearly collapse to the floor.
“Hyuck—” You hiss, cheeks reddening as you try to retract your hand but his hold is firm on your wrist. He licks his way up before he brings your fingertip inside his mouth. Donghyuck has his eyes closed, a moan almost falls from his lip when the coppery taste taints his tongue. He sucks on the wound, wanting to taste more, to rip your skin apart with his teeth and—
He blinks awake, shocked when he sees your face painted with fear. His fangs are drawn out but he immediately retracts them back before you get a detailed look, his face flushed as he takes a step back.
“S-sorry—” He looks away, rubbing his nape with shaky fingers. “I didn’t mean—shit I really have to go—I have to drink—” and when you blink your eyes, he’s vanished from your sight.
With your heart thundering inside your ribcages, you lean back against the kitchen counter again, your legs trembling under you.
That was close. So fucking close.
There’s a fear growing inside you but it’s not from the memory of him with his fangs extended like the true monster that he was. You’re not scared of him, you’re scared of yourself because you know you want him, you want him in any way possible. You want him to belong to you, to be with you, to be desperate for your touch, your blood, your presence, your everything, just as much as you are about him.
You bury your face in your palms. I am so fucked.
Hours turn into days and days turn into months, and before you know it, it has been a year since he moved into your apartment. The friendship that blooms between you feels nice and you want to keep it that way but it’s getting hard when he keeps on bringing random girls in skimpy dresses back to his room. You used to be furious by how loud they were being, but now you’re pretty much angry just simply by imagining him being with someone else. And it doesn’t even have to be sexual—just picturing him bonding with another person, even when it’s not as strong as what you two have, manages to irk you so much.
The thoughts of him keep revolving in your head no matter how hard you try to push them away. It even puts your relationship with Mark in jeopardy, as you can barely pay him any attention. It doesn’t surprise you at all when he decides to break things off, saying something cliche like, “I think we’re better off as friends,” and “It’s not you, it’s me,” which in normal circumstances will piss the hell out of you but when that happens, you simply just reply, “You’re right. Let’s be friends.” And there are no hard feelings—no feelings at all, even, which is weird considering you were only a month away from having your first anniversary with him.
Now that Mark is out of the picture, you can finally bring all of your attention back to Donghyuck. But the more you think about it, the more you’re not sure about the whole thing. He’s a vampire, isn’t he? What future do you expect to have with him? Let’s say you date him and things go well with your relationship, and then what? He’s going to stay young with that cute, boyish look on his face and you’re gonna be all wrinkled and gross, how are you ever going to be able to stand that? What if he wants someone prettier than you? What if he gets bored?
Or maybe it’s just lust you’re feeling. You don’t love him, you’re just physically attracted to him. That’s right. Strictly physical.
And yet, as you see him dressed up in a white buttoned-up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, running a hand through his hair and pushing back his bangs to showcase his temple, you thought: fuck.
And when he smiles at you, as he places a plate filled with the exact dish he knows you love down to the dining table, saying, “I went ahead and did some research about you. I was about to buy you some presents but I thought it would feel more personal if I cooked something for you so,” and stopping to gaze at you with tender eyes before he adds, “Happy birthday, Sweetheart.” You thought: Jesus fucking Christ, just marry me already.
Donghyuck goes all the way with everything, from placing scented candles on the table, playing soft music in the background, even escorting you to your seat, pulling your chair back for you, and placing down a napkin on your lap. It’s too much for your poor brain to comprehend, and your chest is suffocating from all the feelings swirling behind it and Donghyuck looks so beautiful—almost goddamn ethereal even—in that shirt, in that hairstyle, in the dim light of the room.
“You’re not hungry?” He asks when a few seconds have passed by and you haven’t munched at your food like a caveman—because that’s what you usually do.
“I’m—you—” You splutter, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves before you try again. “You look nice.”
You can already tell that he’s about to say something along the line of “But baby, I always look nice.” So when he just softly smiles back and thanks you about it, telling how you look just as nice when you know you look like a storm just hit you, you’re pretty much lost for words.
“You seem exhausted,” he comments, frowning in concern. “Hard day at work?”
You can’t trust yourself that you won’t start rambling nonsense again while answering his question so you decide to just reply to him with a timid nod.
“Why are you so nervous?” He laughs, eyes turning crescents. “Your heartbeat is going through the roof again.”
You loathe yourself for being so transparent. “I’m nervous because you’re suddenly being so nice. I can’t help but think you have a hidden agenda or something.” That’s a lie. A complete lie.
And you’re sure he knows it. “And what if I do?” He asks, raising an eyebrow seductively. “What kind of a hidden agenda do you think I have for you?”
Why is it so fucking hot in here?! “I don’t know…” You start fiddling with the fingers you have on your lap. “Drinking my blood, maybe?”
His expression is a mystery to you, even when his smirk seems familiar. “And would you be okay if that’s true?”
You can’t answer but fortunately for you, Donghyuck lets out a chuckle, telling you he was making a lame joke. You force yourself to laugh but it sounds like a wheeze so you stop before it gets even more humiliating.
Donghyuck walks to your side with a bottle of wine in his hands, sliding glass to your side as he says, “Wine, milady? It’s not blood, I swear.” And you believe him because this time, the liquid seems more ruby than crimson.
“You really need to relax,” he comments as he leans his back against the edge of the table, raising the glass of his usual red wine in the air before he clanks it gently against yours. “To the cutest, sweetest roommate in the world.”
You immediately take a sip to hide the blush that creeps up your face, flinching when the burning, mildly bitter flavor hits your tongue. You’ve never drunk any alcohol in your life and although this first experience feels rather unpleasant, you keep chugging more of it down your system.
“Does it taste good?” He asks, secretly smiling to himself as he witnesses how fast you’re drinking the whole glass down. You shake your head in response, which earns another laugh from him.
You’re not sure whether it’s because it’s your first time drinking alcohol or you just have a low tolerance when it comes to it, but you can feel yourself getting both lightheaded and drowsy. Donghyuck who takes notice of that, move you to the couch so you can rest more comfortably. “I better take this away,” he says, circling his lean fingers around your wine glass but you push him away.
“No,” you say, eyes a little bit unfocused. “I’m fine. Pour me some more.”
“Don’t you think it’s enough?”
“Just another glass, Hyuck, don’t be a bitch about it.”
He’s taken aback but collects his composure within seconds. “All right, just don’t blame me for it,” he states as he pours you another one.
“I have a question for you, Lee Donghyuck,” you coo as he takes a seat on the coffee table, facing you. “Does everyone’s blood taste the same to you?”
“It differs, actually,” he answers, taking a sip of his own drink. “But only faintly. I’m not that picky about it.”
“And how does it feel having your blood sucked by a vampire?”
“You’re asking the wrong guy.” He sways his head from side-to-side in amusement. “I mean, of course, I can have my blood drunk by another vampire but I’m not that kinky. I know some vampires who are into that kind of shit though.”
“Well, by the sound of your girls screaming like they were giving birth, it’s either very painful or very…” The sight of him staring at you intently, taking in your features, nearly throws you off tracks. “Pleasurable.”
There’s an awkward pause and silence hangs around to fill the space before Donghyuck speaks again. “How come you’re asking me these questions?”
“Because that’s all I’ve been thinking about,” you confess, not sure why, but you’re feeling very brave at the moment. “And it’s not just about you drinking my blood, but more about you entirely. You know what I mean?”
Donghyuck places his glass down on the table, leaning towards you. “Not sure, but I’m all ears.”
“I… just…” It’s getting harder to speak when he’s so close, you can start locating every tiny mole he has on his face and his neck. The small one near his Adam’s apple is the one that distracts you the most. “I just think we’re compatible with each other, you know? And I’ve never enjoyed someone’s company this much before. You’re funny, you’re smart, and you’re both endearing and freaking annoying at the same time—how is that possible?”
But Donghyuck isn’t laughing. His eyes are deep and dark, raking over your profiles with so much intensity but when he swats the bangs out of your eyes, his touch is tender. “What else? Tell me more.”
You lean closer to his touch like how a kitten would, making him gulp slightly at the sight. “I get so vexed whenever you spend your time with anyone else. I know I have no right to be jealous since we’re just friends but I can’t help it.” You sigh, rubbing the side of your face with your palm. “It’s so fucking tiring to think about you this much when I can’t have you.”
You’re too lost in your own thoughts that when Donghyuck reaches out a hand to touch your face, you jump in surprise, spilling wine all over your blouse. “Shit, this is my favorite shirt,” you whine, sliding your glass down to the table. “Can you get me some tissues?”
But what he does is lifting your body with both of his arms and carry you to the bathroom. You cling onto him with a yelp, trying to keep yourself away from falling even though you’re sure he’s perfectly able to hold your weight.
Donghyuck places you down on the bathroom counter, your fingers dangling at the edge of your sink. Sitting up straight, you begin to feel conscious of your surroundings. “What are you doing?”
“It’s your favorite shirt, right? We need to wash the stain before it sticks,” He explains, his fingers going to your collar. You nearly stop breathing when he asks for permission to undress you, “May I?”
You swallow hard before you weakly nod.
He takes time unbuttoning your shirt one by one when you know he can rip it apart easily with one finger. He’s so gentle, his touches are paper-thin but whenever his icy fingertips make slight contact with your skin, it sends electricity to every inch of your body.
When he manages to untangle the clothing from your body, you’re only left in your bra and your black satin lace cami top. You can tell he tries to be polite by not staring at what you’re wearing, and instead immediately drags your blouse to the sink, drenching it with water.
“Where did you place the detergent again?” He asks, reaching up over your head to check on the top cabinet and he’s so fucking close that you can see the movement of his Adam’s apple as he speaks. And it’s really, really tempting to just lean over and—
Donghyuck flinches when he feels you sinking your face in the crook of his neck, mapping your lips on his skin, breathing in his scent. You don’t know how vampires usually smell like but Donghyuck reminds you of summer even when you’re not sure how summer smells like. It’s funny how you’re not making sense, even in your own thoughts.
Pushing you away by the shoulders, Donghyuck’s eyes gleam in the way you’ve never seen before. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I…” You can’t form a word—you can’t even form a thought as you’re too busy staring at his lips, how smooth they look, how thrilling they must feel against your own. And maybe he’s thinking the same thing about yours because when you lean in for a taste, he meets you halfway.
It’s warm and it doesn’t make any sense, because the rest of his body is icy cold but as you press your mouth against his, all you can think about is how his lips are warm and soft, so fucking soft and delightful and maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks on you but you don’t care.
You breathe heavily through your nose, yanking at the collar of his shirt so he’s closer to you than he’s ever been, and you tilt your head slightly, angling your face so you can meld your lips deeper against his. He instinctively reacts by holding the side of your face, fingers slipping between your strands, tips curling around your nape.
He kisses better than any man you’ve ever been with and you’re sure he’s better than any man you’ll ever date in the future because Donghyuck knows what he’s doing, even when he’s caught by surprise.
Sliding your hand up to his chest, you can tell how his skin stands in contrast to the warmth of his mouth and it makes you shiver, your breathing rags, and you moan into his mouth, tracing your tongue along the puncture of his fang that’s still retracted, almost as normal as a human’s but something inside you tells you it’s not going to stay that long if you continue doing this.
So anticipation builds inside you because there’s absolutely no way you’re going to stop what you’re doing.
But Donghyuck is surprisingly more chivalrous than he looks. He pulls away, giving you a few inches of space to break the attraction. It’s not enough, your mind is still heavily clouded by the thoughts of him, so you reach up to kiss him again, catching his lower lip between yours.
“No, wait,” he says, voice sounding breathy though he doesn’t breathe. He circles his fingers around your wrists, holding them down against the counter so you won’t be able to move.
“Let me just kiss you,” you plead, eyes dazed and desperate. “Please.”
His chuckles are soft, almost inaudible. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not, I swear.” It’s horribly embarrassing how you’re itching for his touch as if losing physical contact with him causes you madness. “Hold up your fingers and ask me to count them. I’ll guess it right, trust me, so can you just—” You try to move your hand to pull him close but his grip around your wrist is stronger than your strength. “Hyuck—”
“Look, I want this just as much as you do—” He hisses when you’re using your knee this time, sliding it between his legs, giving him the friction that he needs. “Fuck. I probably want this more than you do, but—” He loses control for a split second, re-attaching his mouth to yours with so much fervor, tongues desperate to taste one another. The way you whimper against him makes him groan, his hand sliding down your thigh and spreading your legs apart so he can fit himself between them.
It’s when his fangs suddenly puncture your lips, drawing a hint of blood and making you cry out in surprise that he wakes up from his reverie, pushing himself away immediately to the other side of the room. You almost topple forward from suddenly losing him to lean on but manage to keep your balance by gripping at the edge of the counter.
Donghyuck turns around, facing the bathroom tiles as he leans one hand against the wall while his other one covers his mouth.
“Sorry, let me just—“ His shoulders are shaking, trying his best to calm himself and the thirst that overwhelmed him earlier. “They’ll go back in a minute.”
“No.” You jump down from the counter, moving to his spot with careful steps. “Let me see them.”
He shakes his head, still not turning around to face you.
“I want to see them, Hyuck.” You place your hand on his shoulder, caressing him gently until he finally submits to your touch.
You only ever saw him with his fangs retracted twice in your life but even then, it was always too dark and too fast for you to see him properly. Now, you can take your time.
He’s so fascinating.
His eyes, as they peer into you in concern and uncertainty that he might hurt you, are glowing brightly in the color of topaz and they’re strikingly beautiful that you can barely look at anywhere else. His fangs are larger but he can still hide them behind his lips if needed. It’s the way they become frighteningly sharp that sends a shiver down your spine but you brave yourself enough to reach out to him.
“C-can I touch…?” You hesitantly ask, and he looks conflicted by the question but soon gives you a timid nod. He parts his mouth slightly so you can trace your fingertip along his cuspid, and you flinch as it feels like a knife splitting your skin.
He hastily pulls back, terrified at the thought of hurting you. “You’re okay?”
“Do it with me.”
You take a deep breath, your heartbeat going crazy. “I want you to drink from me.”
“Please.” You lay a hand on his chest, tilting your head to the side, exposing your neck to his eyes. “Just try, Hyuck…”
The glimmer in his eyes shows that he’s yearning to fulfill your wish but he cups your cheek again, telling you, “You’re gonna regret this in the morning.”
“I won’t.” Your fingers find a home in his waves. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time so—”
A high-pitched yelp escapes your lips and you have to muffle the rest of your scream by mouthing against the fabric that covers his shoulder because Donghyuck doesn’t waste any second after he heard your confession. His canines are prickling against the skin under your jaw, just between the earlobe and the collarbone. And it hurts when he sinks them—so, so badly—that tears begin to form almost instantly behind your closed lids. Donghyuck suddenly lets you go, his eyes widening as he gazes at the way blood is gushing through his bite mark. “Fuck,” he says, “How can you taste so—” and he dives in again, moaning rather loudly when the warmth of your blood fills his mouth, swallowing a big gulp each time. “So fucking good,” he murmurs in pleasure, tightening his hold desperately around your waist as if you’re the thread that keeps him alive.
The pain only stays for a few seconds before a rush of endorphin seeps into your skin, running through your veins and pumping euphoria to every inch of your body. You slowly relax against his chest, eyes becoming half-lidded as you go into a trance, heartbeat slowing. You’ve never done any methamphetamine in your life but you imagine that it must feel somewhat like this.
“Hyuck…” You breathe out, feeling a little bit lightheaded, the strap of your camisole falling off your shoulder. You can feel your knees slowly giving out under your weight. “I… I can’t stand…”
He yanks himself away for a second, only to lift you so you can wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck. He carries you back to the counter, placing you down in the same spot as before, your legs dangling in the air.
“Better?” He asks, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb along your cheekbone. You nod, eyes going down to focus on his fangs again. His lips are painted with your blood, with some of it trickling down his chin. He’s a monster and he definitely looks like one, but his eyes are tender and his hands are silky smooth on your skin.
He slides his hand down to the hem of your camisole, fingers rubbing against the fabric as he peppers soft kisses along your jawline. “Is this one your favorite too?”
“Huh?” You’re having the hardest time trying to focus. “Oh… No, not really.”
“Well, then,” his lips are still sucking bruises on your neck when he rips both of your camisole and your bra with one flick of his hand, exposing your bare chest to the air, making you jump in surprise.
“Hyuck—” You’re silenced with another kiss, and it’s so consuming, so deep, so wild that you nearly sob against his mouth. The taste of copper makes you frown in discomfort but the knot starts to loosen when his tongue darts out to meet you in a messy kiss.
His hand is going down to your breast, cupping the side while he runs his thumb along your sensitive bud, making you rake your nails against his back in response. His other hand is tracing the curve of your waist, going down to your hips before he tears your skirt away, tossing the clothing somewhere across the room, following your previous ones.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he says, hooking his hands at the back of your knees before he pulls your legs forward, pressing his hardness against the wetness of your lingerie. You whine, circling your legs around his waist for stability, and murmurs, “No, don’t stop, please,” against his ear.
It’s not fair that he’s still fully clothed so you frantically toy with the buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric off his shoulders with so much eagerness before you roam your lips to every inch of his exposed skin.
Donghyuck licks along the wound of his previous bite, emitting a sinful moan from the back of his throat when your blood sparks ecstasy in his mouth. His fingers are tentatively rubbing you over your lingerie and you beg with your lips muffled by the skin of his chest, “Take it off, just take it off, please—“
You can feel a tiny laugh reverberating from his chest over your desperation but you don’t care. You really are that desperate.
Donghyuck is more than willing to comply, sliding the lingerie down your thighs and you help him push it off your legs completely. You guide his palm to your heat, his fingers immediately sliding between your folds, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit. His mouth finds his way down the valley of your breasts and goes lower and lower until he has his head between your thighs.
You nibble at your lip in anticipation when he presses open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh. Donghyuck makes sure he has his eyes fixed on yours when he dips his fangs into your supple skin, making you quiver with the sensation.
“God, Hyuck.” You’re going insane, you can feel it. “I want you. I want you in me. I want you all over me.”
And he probably is too because he’s abandoning all of his self-control at once. The way he sucks bruises on your skin, lapping at the trail of blood that painted your body is almost animalistic, raw passion mixed with lust and uncontrollable desire. He unbuckles his belt in hurry, pushing his jeans and boxers down just low enough to release himself from its confines. You can feel his tip grazing against your clit before he glides his length down your folds, pulling you by the legs so you’re almost laying down on the counter, half of your back pressed against the mirror behind you.
His eyes are hooded but they speak reassurance when they bore into yours. “I’ll be gentle.”
Now that it finally sinks you’re going to do this for the first time, your lustful desire gradually changes into jitters. You nod, permitting him to proceed.
The feeling of him stretching you little by little is absolutely painful and he can tell that too, hissing, “Fuck, you’re so tight,” as his eyebrows adjoin in the middle. You can barely stand the pain and you’re about to stop him by reaching out a hand, but he grabs your wrist and sinks his teeth to your skin.
Another jolt of pain sends tremors all over your body but just like before, another rush of endorphin hits you like a wave, gradually reducing your pain until you’re in haze again, blissful even, but also even more aroused than before, hungry for his touch.
“You’re okay?” He asks, licking the blood that trails down your arm. “Are you still in pain?”
You’re breathing hard but you can feel your heartbeat slowing. “Stop talking and fuck me already.”
His glowing eyes are gazing down at you with desire, intense with lust. He runs his tongue along his lower lip once, smirking as he says, “Yes, Ma’am.”
Even when he said he was going to be gentle with you, he’s doing the exact opposite. Or maybe he is going gentle, which only makes you wonder how wild can he be when he’s not holding back. The thought of him losing control of his mind as he pounds into you senselessly makes you shudder, tightening yourself around his length unconciously.
“My God.” The feeling of your heat enveloping him—squeezing around him—makes him drop his temple on your shoulder, dissolving him into a groaning mess. “You are driving me insane, do you know that?”
“Don’t hold back,” you hold his face, caressing his sharp jawline with trembling fingers. “Just do what you want.”
“But I’ll break you.” Although his eyes seem like he’s about to grant your wish.
You let your tongue slide up from his chin to his lower lip, stopping just to whisper, “Then break me apart, I don’t care,” before you crush his mouth with yours again.
Donghyuck’s thrust is both deep and hard, knocking your breath with each pound as he holds you by your hips, nails clawing into the skin. Maybe it’s the trace of endorphin left in your body that heightened all your senses while at the same time washing all your pain away because everything feels so unbelievably good. His touches, his kisses, his thrusts, and the way he moves his hips faster and faster until you can’t properly breathe—everything feels amazing.
And his voice—God, his voice—the way he moans and grunts against your ear, or when he sprouts expletives while he buries his face deep in the crook of your neck, lips scorching against your skin, makes you think fuck why did I waste a fucking year doing nothing when I can have him like—
You’re interrupted from finishing your thought when Donghyuck suddenly pulls out of you, making you whimper from the loss, and turns you around, forcing you to land on your feet again, your stomach pressed against the edge of the counter. You place both hands on the marbled surface as he pulls your hips closer to him, pressing his hardness against your behind as he presses his chest to your spine.
“Come here, look,” he says, holding you by the chin and lifts your face so you can gaze directly into the mirror. He shifts his hand, now holding back your bangs so your eyes are reflected perfectly. “Look how beautiful you are,” he purrs near your ear, the tip of his nose brushing against your jawline.
It’s both embarrassing and arousing to see yourself being held domineeringly by him, the curves of your body fit his perfectly even from behind. Your lips are bruised and swollen, blood smears messily around your neck, your wrist, your thigh even on your hips from the way he trailed his coated fingers along the skin.
Donghyuck raises two of his blood-smeared fingers to your lips, mixing your lipstick with your own blood before he slowly drags his fingers away, painting blurred lines of crimson to your cheek. He sighs at the sight, eyes half-lidded as they glow brighter. “If I’m a monster,” he says, voice low and breathy, “Then you’re a fucking goddess.”
You shudder and avert your gaze, ashamed of how sultry you look in the mirror and how sinful his gaze is as they rake over your body. He presses close, completing the dip of your spine with his chest like a matching puzzle. His fingers curl around the front of your neck, forcing you to look at your reflection once more as he licks a stripe up your wound. “We look good together, don’t you think?”
You’re breathing hard, chest heaving up and down with each breath. “Hyuck…” You crave for him to fill you again like before. “Please, just—"
He glides his hand down between your legs, teasing you with small touches but strong and fast enough to make you quiver. “So sensitive too,” he chuckles, nipping slightly at your earlobe. “You’re so fucking cute.”
Before you can retort anything back, he pushes the head of his cock into your heat again, agonizingly slowly at first but slams the rest of it with one snap of his hips.
“I’ve thought about this—about us—I think about you a lot,” he confesses, with low groans interrupting his lines. “You’re really driving me insane with that face of yours, your lips, your voice—whenever you call my name, whenever you pout after losing an argument—the way you secretly stare at me wherever I go—”
“I don’t—” You gasp, thighs trembling under your weight and he wraps an arm along your stomach, holding you still while he pushes in deeper. “I never—”
“And the way you lie just like now, with that blush creeping on your face.” He chuckles, kissing the middle of your shoulder blades. “Fuck, you’re so cute—so fucking cute that it pisses me off whenever you talk about Mark when we both know he can’t satisfy you the way I do—he doesn’t understand you— doesn’t get your stupid jokes—” He begins to fall out of rhythm, hips moving faster with each thrust. “He doesn’t deserve you—I deserve you.”
You catch the sight of your reflection, noticing how he sometimes throws his head back in pleasure, his strong hands gripping on the sides of your waist as he rolls his hips again and again, thrusting into you until you can only cry out his name and nothing more. It’s too obscene, too erotic for your eyes to witness, and when he locks his gaze with yours in the mirror, you nearly faint.
“H-Hyuck—” You reach out a hand back, trying to find his for support but he holds your wrist against your spine, pumping into you with strong strokes, leaving you with no options other than pressing the side of your face against the marble countertop, mouth parting in a silent scream.
The sounds of his groans and your whimpers echo through the bathroom walls, along with the sound of your skin meeting his. His teeth prickling against your shoulder, his eyes going to see how you look underneath him in the mirror before he sinks his fangs deep into you, making various sounds of pleasure as he drinks your blood.
The sensation of his thrust, his fingers slightly choking you as he holds you by your neck, and the amount of endorphin that washes over you soon drives you to your release and he embraces you closer, feeling every shake that you emit directly with his body. And maybe it’s from the loss of blood or everything else combined, but your vision starts to blur and suddenly your world turns black.
When you wake up, you’re laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling you’ve seen a million times with your eyes barely open. You’re still pretty much in a haze, not sure if you’re still floating inside your dream or back in reality. It’s until your door opens with a click that you can start to differentiate.
“Ah, you’re awake.” He peeks inside through the door holding your favorite mug, already dressed back in his favorite black tee and matching jeans. “I was wondering when you’d wake up. Can I come in?”
He walks in without needing an answer and, weirdly, he doesn’t seem nervous or awkward when the sight of him already makes you blush fervently and your heart races fast. A flashback comes in like an unstoppable train and you almost reach out a hand to your neck, wanting to know if his bite mark is still there.
The way he acts is so natural that you begin to wonder whether all that happened was simply your imagination. But when you try to move your body, jolts of pain runs like electricity to your bones, making you freeze instantly. It feels like somebody is trying to crack your head open, tearing your body apart and you fall back to the bed, weak and exhausted.
“You all right?” He immediately rushes to your side, sitting on the edge of the bed, checking on your face. “You lost a lot of blood, so I wouldn’t move too much if I were you. I brought you some coconut water, here,” he places the mug down on your nightstand. “And some supplements too. They’ll help with your blood loss. I’ll cook some fish and eggs for dinner later.”
You can only nod, too tired to even speak. His eyes begin to soften, his fingers reaching out to caress the strands of your hair. “I guess I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry.”
“A bit…?” You croak out.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats but can’t help a smile forming on his face. “I tried so hard not to, but you were so cute.” He leans closer, his lips hovering above yours but he rethinks his decision before he closes the gap, and moves to press a gentle kiss on your forehead instead. “You should get more sleep,” he murmurs against your skin. “Call me when you need help. I’ll be right outside.”
And he doesn’t spare you a glance as he stands up from the bed, but the way he trips on his feet once makes you realize that oh, maybe he’s embarrassed about all this too.
He stops in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder as he lays a hand against your doorframe. “Yeah?”
“Where does this leave us?”
His face slightly goes stern. Turning over to face you, he questions further. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” you pause, wetting your lip in anxiety. “Do you want us to pretend it didn’t happen?”
His eyes darken, somehow seem a bit upset. “Do you?”
“I… Uhh…” The way your heart is beating so fast makes you feel nauseous. “I don’t, but—”
“Then don’t suggest something like that,” he sighs, walking back to your bed again. He kneels on the floor so you’re eye-to-eye, squeezing your hand with his larger one. “Don’t scare me, okay? I finally have you where I want you.”
You look away, attempting to hide your flustered face. “But then, what are we now?”
“I don’t care what we are. I just want us to keep doing this.”
“Doing what, sex? You drinking my blood?”
“No, idiot.” He rolls his eyes. “I mean, yes, of course, that too. Plenty of that. But what I meant was I want to continue to have this kind of relationship with you. Us living together, making fun of each other, having dinners together, even spend hours watching re-runs of your stupid tv shows—”
“They’re not stupid.”
“They’re stupid. I only watch them because of you. You are my favorite show.” He winks, breaking the tension and you blurt out laughing, shoving him playfully by the shoulder. But when your giggle starts to fade, Donghyuck leans in to cup your cheek, smiling softly. “I just want to spend more time with you, as long as you’d let me. So can we have that? Please?”
“I…” You’re so captivated by his features, especially the shape of his lips. “I guess…”
“You guess?” He scrunches up his nose. “You’re playing hard to get again? Seriously? After all the begging you did in the bathroom?” Seeing you blush only makes him want to tease you harder. “What was it that you said? God, Hyuck, I want you. I want you in me. I want you all over me—“
“Okay, shut up, geez!” You slap a hand against his mouth, steam practically coming out of your ears. “Yes, we can have that. I’d… love to have that actually.”
Kissing your inner palm, he lovingly smiles against your skin, appreciating your honesty. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, Sweetheart?”
request: haechan fucking the reader all night in the dorms while he knows Johnny is listening bc he secretly wants to show his hyung that even though he is the youngest and cutest member, he can still fuck her good. 🤌🏻
he’s going to regret that, donghyuck thinks to himself. his eyes bore into johnny’s with a newfound fervor, and honestly, it even caught you off guard.
“i’m not too soft for her,” donghyuck muttered angrily, a pout on his lips as he looked at johnny. his shoulders were slumped, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed. he hoped he looked intimidating; but with the way johnny shrugged him off with the words, ‘yeah, sure’ accompanied by an amused laugh, had proven otherwise.
you weren’t really sure how this conversation started—your boyfriend had invited you out to dinner with him and his members for a simple night out. the fitted, black outfit you showed up in had your boyfriend drooling almost immediately; which of course, led to the never-ending teasing from his older friends. to be quite frank, donghyuck doesn’t even remember johnny’s words; something along the lines of ‘you’re cute and all, hyuck, but y/n is hot. you’re too soft for her.’
his words made donghyuck’s blood boil, and rightfully so; he certainly begged to differ. especially when he recalls the countless times you’ve screamed his name in bed, fucking you so good that you nearly forget your name. nothing but a jumble of incoherent words are able to escape your mouth, with your eyes rolling in the back of your head as your entire body convulses around his cock.
like right now.
“that’s right, baby. take my cock like a good girl,” donghyuck lowly spoke, his grunts and moans only turning you on more. his pace was purely brutal, his coarse hands gripping your hips so tight that you’re sure he’d leave bruises. your knees had given out moments ago, his vice-like grip the only thing keeping you up. you wonder why or how he had gotten so worked up, but then you remember the conversation between him and johnny earlier. you recall the laughs of the other members at johnny’s words, and suddenly you knew exactly why hyuck was being so rough with you. you tried to conceal your moans, knowing fully well that donghyuck’s members were just down the hall and in the living room. or more specifically, johnny.
“stop holding your moans in, baby. show them how good i fuck you. show them just how fucking soft i am.” a harsh slap lands itself on your ass, causing your lips to part in a high-pitched yelp. if the boys couldn’t already hear the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin, they definitely heard that. a series of loud, sexy, and uncontrollable moans followed after, pleasing your boyfriend with how vocal you were being. as donghyuck picked up his pace, his small, twin-sized bed was beginning to bang roughly against the wall.
“fuck, hyuck, don’t stop!” you whimpered, chanting his name like a mantra. at this point, you didn’t care how loud you were. not only were you too focused on the way his cock felt inside of you, but hearing your boyfriend’s endless praises made you clench around him. he reached in front of you and began to rub fast, steady circles into your clit. not once did his pace falter, leaving your body to become putty in his rough hands. he let go of your hips, taking hold of your hair and forming a makeshift ponytail. he yanked on it, pulling you up and against his chest as his hips went impossibly faster. you let out a scream of his name, sending a jolt of arousal straight to your boyfriend’s cock as he twitched inside of you.
“fuck!” you gasped as the knot in your stomach quickly began to tighten. you felt overwhelmed in all the right ways, your mind completely buzzed over in pure ecstasy. the only thing you could concentrate on was the way he hit that spot every single time he thrusted into you. you felt your body go completely limp, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, and the only thing keeping you up was his arm around your middle and the hand gripping your hair. you knew that your boyfriend wouldn’t let you cum until you asked; so with a weak voice, you spoke up, “please let me cum, hyuckie.”
“what was that, sweetheart? i couldn’t quite hear you, you’re gonna have to speak up,” hyuck teased, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. you knew exactly what he wanted. usually, you’d put on a show for him and reply with a bratty, snarky remark. but this time, all you could do was comply, desperate for the feeling that only your boyfriend could provide you, sending your body into a buzz of unbelievable pleasure.
“fuck, hyuck! please let me cum around your cock. you fuck me so good, baby. please,” you shouted out in a desperate beg, completely under his spell. you didn’t care about the others in the dorm, or even donghyuck’s neighbors. your boyfriend seemed more than satisfied with your response and obedience, call for the animalistic groan he let out.
“cum for me, y/n.”
you certainly didn’t need to be told twice. you convulsed around him with a desperate cry, his name coming out of your mouth in an almost blood-curdling scream. your body shook violently around him, the feeling he gave you rendering you a speechless and incoherent mess. your eyes leaked with tears of pleasure, a whimper of his name escaping your lips.
his own hips began to stutter at the sight of your teary eyes, bruised hips, and even the bright, red handprints imprinted on your ass. you cried at the overstimulation, gripping donghyuck’s bed sheets for dear life. you could tell he was close by the way his moans began to raise in pitch. “cum in me, hyuckie. give it all to me,” you managed to say, and that was all it took for your boyfriend to finally come undone with a cry of your name, his hips slowing down as he released inside of you. you moaned at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you and leaking onto your thighs as he pulled out.
“fuck, baby. you look so hot like this,” he said, collecting the white, sticky substance dripping down your thighs onto his fingers and pushing it right back into your pussy. all you could do was moan, your body shaking in the afterwaves of your orgasm. donghyuck hummed in appreciation at your sensitivity, rubbing soothing circles on your body in the places where his hands were a little too rough. it was silent for a minute, the only sounds in the room being your heavy breaths; the both of you were completely spent, minds foggy from the pleasure you just experienced.
“okay, i get it! i’ll never say anything like that again. will you guys shut up now?” you heard johnny angrily spit out from the other side of the closed door. you kept silent, only looking at donghyuck’s smirking lips and his proud, shining eyes.
“i’m glad you learned to keep your mouth shut, hyung. but i don’t think i’m done just yet.”
CHALLENGE ACCEPTED: calling your boyfriend by his first name.
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description :: what happens when you decide to call your boyfriend by his first name instead of your nickname for him? click to find out! don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe, honey bees!
author’s note :: in celebration of hot sauce, here’s a lil update on the not clickbait universe !!! ♡ i’m currently trying to get out of my writer’s block, so i’ll be writing little blurbs of the boys reacting to various tiktok challenges. these all take place after the not clickbait series, aka they’re already dating here (and yes, i intend on finishing the remaining fics for the other boys) ♡ (insp.)
❥ MARK —
“Hey, can you pass me the whisk, Mark?”
You extend your hand out towards your boyfriend. He grabs the kitchen tool and starts to pass it to you before pausing. Something doesn’t feel right.
“Mark? Can I have the whisk, please?”
Suddenly, his eyes grow round in realization, and he turns to you, a questioning look overtaking his face. “You called me Mark.”
“Yeah, that’s your name, isn’t it?” You pluck the whisk from his grasp, returning your attention to the bowl of chocolate cake batter in front of you. He furrows his eyebrows, pouting slightly.
“But you don’t call me that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m...” His cheeks grow red as he stumbles over his words. He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. “You always call me...” He whispers the last word as the tips of his ears turn scarlet. “... Marky.”
You can’t hide the smile on your face anymore, and when you turn to face him, he grows even more flustered, noticing the Cheshire grin on your face.
“You did that on purpose!” he accuses you, flapping his hands around in embarrassment. “Is this another TikTok challenge?!”
You laugh, and he sighs in defeat. Leaning over, you press a soft kiss against his cheek. “Sorry, Marky, you’re just too cute.”
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???? what does that even mean ????
HAHAHAHA NICE MARK!!!!
EGGY BOI CONTENT HECK YEA SWEETIE 😍😍
my therapist: y/n calling mark marky cannot hurt you
y/n calling mark marky:
❥ RENJUN —
“Renjun, what should we Postmates?” You scroll through the app, assessing all your options. You hear no response from your boyfriend, so you look over at him.
He pointedly looks down at his phone, double tapping the pictures that show up on his Instagram feed (He scrolls past one unflattering image of him on Haechan’s finsta). You reach out and poke him. “Renjun?”
Radio silence. Your boyfriend even has the audacity to turn away from you and reach for his AirPods.
“I’m up for ordering some fried chicken.”
“Wow, really? I thought you hated that nickname,” you snort, shaking your head slightly, but you click on your boyfriend’s favorite chicken restaurant. Fried chicken, it is then (You make sure to add a note to your order to have the deliverer ask for Junbug when he goes down to pick it up).
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DELETE THIS NOW Y/N
oh so we’re going on a first name basis now, renjun?
DELETE THIS NOW DEMON*
hey junbug are you free on thurs to hang out
stfu ten already confirmed that you like to be called baby (yes i’m free)
DON’T CALL ME BABY I’M 20 YEARS OLD (cool let’s meet up at 5)
why are you lying baby i taught you better than this smh still a young boy
you’re so cute here junbug 🥺🥺
go step on a lego hyuck baby
❥ JENO —
“Are you gonna do a livestream today, Jeno?”
Your boyfriend freezes in his chair, fingers paused over the keyboard. You can hear Donghyuck and Jisung yelling at him over his headphones as their players die on screen, and you hide a smile, lounging against the backboard of his bed as you pretend to tap away at your phone, secretly filming him instead.
“Jeno?” You try again, and he lets out a noise of confusion, cocking his head slightly. He turns to you hesitantly, pulling his headphones down to rest around his neck. “... Am I in trouble?”
“No? Why would you be, Jeno?”
He rolls back in his chair a few inches. “You’re doing it again though. Just tell me what’s wrong. Is it because I ate all the leftover Chinese?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” You tilt your head, widening your eyes innocently. “And I’m doing what?”
“Why are you calling me by my first name?” He wrinkles his forehead, frowning. “You always call me babe.”
“Oh, sorry, babe.” You shrug, and he shakes his head. Your boyfriend turns back to his game, the both of you forgetting your original question. Suddenly, you shoot up in belated realization, back straightening up as you give him an incredulous expression.
“Wait, you ate all the leftover chow mein?! Jeno, I was saving that!”
“... So I am in trouble.”
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it’s ok y/n he ate my leftovers too......
there is something so jeno about this i can’t explain
you mean the boring reaction? yeah he didn’t even flinch
leave my man alone he did his best 🤬
❥ HAECHAN —
“Donghyuck!” You call out from the doorway, and immediately, your boyfriend snaps his head towards you with a growing frown.
“Donghyuck, can you—”
“My name is not Donghyuck!” he cuts you off, crossing his arms over his chest and abandoning his phone entirely on the cushion next to him. You stifle a laugh, but continue on with your little challenge.
“Yes, it is,” you insist, “Your name is Donghyuck!”
“No, it’s not, it’s baby!” he huffs out, his lips jutting out in a pout as he glares at you from his seat on the couch. You hold back a snort, curling your lips inward.
He narrows his eyes at you. “Baby.”
You quirk up an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe. “Donghyuck.”
He pouts even harder. “Baby.”
“... Baby,” you finally concede, throwing your hands up in exasperation as you walk over, and he beams at you, pulling you down to sit on his lap.
“... You’re so annoying,” you mutter, leaning against his chest and resting your head in the crook of his neck.
Your boyfriend laughs, grinning mischievously before placing a kiss on your forehead and leaning his head against yours. “The feeling’s mutual.”
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hyuck: my name is NOT donghyuck, it’s sweet angel baby honey!!!! 😡😫🥺
“Jaemin, can you add cereal to the grocery list please?”
You dig through the shelves, searching for your favorite brand, but come up empty handed. You shut the pantry door behind you, opting to get some yogurt from the fridge instead for breakfast.
“What happened to honey?” Jaemin appears next to you, sulking slightly, and you turn to him. “Oh! Do we need to add that to the list, too?”
“No,” He pouts, the corners of his lips tilting downwards as his bottom lip sticks out. “You always call me honey, darling, angel, Jaems, Nana, but not Jaemin.”
“But... it’s your name?” You say over your shoulder, plucking a carton of yogurt from the top shelf before swinging the fridge door closed. “Can you get me a spoon please, Jaemin?”
His shoulders droop slightly, and you start to feel bad, before he lets out a huff and grabs a spoon, passing it over to you. “Fine, here, Y/N.”
You flinch slightly. The sound of your first name coming from him feels unnatural to you, and he notices your reaction, smiling smugly before turning his nose up. “Huh, I guess you don’t like it either, do you, Y/N?”
“... Is this a bad time to ask you to get me some water, too?”
Jaemin pauses, pressing his lips tightly together before reaching out and grabbing a glass from the cabinet. He goes over to the freezer and fills it with ice cubes before handing it to you. “Here.”
You’re confused. “This is ice.”
“Wait for it to melt.”
Your boyfriend is truly the king of pettiness.
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so ig all the boys legally changed their name to honey or baby
the glass of ice tho 😭😭
i got her water afterwards!!!! she just didn’t show it ):
yes you did honey thank you ily 🥺💗
ily more 🥺💗💕💖💞💘✨🌷
❥ CHENLE —
“Oh my god, I found the perfect restaurant for our next video, Chenle!”
You excitedly scroll through the restaurant’s website, the tip of your tongue sticking out before you realize your boyfriend hasn’t answered you. You spin around in your office chair to face him. “Chenle?”
Sitting on his bed, he barely glances up from his laptop. “Who’s Chenle?”
You furrow your eyebrows. “You?”
He gives you a deadpan look. You push yourself over to him, still sitting in the rolling chair. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he shrugs. “I just don’t know who this Chenle dude is that you’re referring to.”
“Wha—” you cut yourself off mid-word, giggles bubbling up in your throat. “Are you serious right now, Chenle?”
Your boyfriend looks extremely unimpressed, and you only laugh even harder. He frowns. “I only know a Lele or sweetheart. I don’t know any Chenle’s.”
You let out a noise of amusement, a smile appearing on your face. “Okay, fine, Lele, you absolute dork.”
He finally grins at you. “That works, too.”
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haha cute chenle~! ☺️
couple goals 💓💓
omg you have to do this with jisung !!!
❥ JISUNG —
Your boyfriend flinches, nearly dropping his popsicle. He turns to look at you, and you smile at him. “Can you get me one too, please?”
“Sure.” He reaches down to fish out a second popsicle from the freezer drawer before halting. Something feels off. He slowly stands back up, shutting the freezer and trying to figure out what’s throwing him off. Shaking his head, he makes his way over to you and hands you yours.
“Thanks, Jisung!” you exclaim brightly with a smile, and he’s hit with the same feeling again. It’s like when someone (read: Chenle and Donghyuck) moved all the furniture two inches to the left, and he was left stubbing his toe against the coffee table every time he got up from the couch.
“Um...” He fidgets a little in his place, still standing there. Finally, the light bulb goes off in his mind, and he may or may not be the tiniest bit embarrassed at how much this change is truly affecting him. You look up at him, patting the seat next to you. “Aren’t you gonna sit, Jisung? We still have the rest of the episode to watch.”
Hearing you say his full name again, Jisung decides he definitely doesn’t like it.
“Why... why aren’t you calling me Sungie?” he says at last, cerise blossoming on his cheeks when he makes eye contact with you. He looks away, biting his bottom lip, as the blush spreads to his ears and neck. “You always call me that. Or... or... cutie.”
You can no longer suppress the smile on your face, and you beam at him, reaching out to slip your hand in his and tug him down next to you. “Sungie, you are so cute, oh my god!”
The splotches of red on his cheeks grow brighter, and he buries his face in your shoulder, muttering, “You’re such a brat. You did that on purpose.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, cutie,” you coo at him, and he grumbles, settling back in his seat as he eats his popsicle, the bright color of his treat a perfect matching shade to his face.
“You’ve been hanging out with Chenle too much.”
“Why? Does he call you cutie, too, cutie?”
“But I thought you liked me calling you that?”
“I... I do, but I just— argh!”
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Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff, Drama | NC-17 | College AU
Summary: It comes as a nice surprise when you saw your ex-boyfriend at your workplace and you thought everything was going to be fine. You both have moved on, right? Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck, thinks otherwise.
Warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral sex, slight choking, slight dirty talk, this is just pure filth you guys I’m so sorry I had too much feels
It’s the continuation of Before Our Story Began but can still be read separately if you want.
It has been months since you first dated Lee Donghyuck, also popularly known as Lee Haechan, and things were great—more than great, even, but all good things have come to an end at one point. Your relationship with Haechan is still going pretty strong, but now that you have passed the Honeymoon Phase—where it’s all just sex and raw passion—things can sometimes get a little tense.
While he’s been certainly fun and charming for the most times you’ve been together, not to mention adventurous when it comes to sex, Haechan can be really stubborn and selfish that you often start to bicker with him over the simplest of things.
Like yesterday, for example.
“Look, I said I’m sorry!” He whined and you held yourself back from rolling your eyes because that was so him and it wasn’t really cute anymore. Especially after he arrived an hour late at the cafe that he’d asked you to meet a day before.
“I’m not angry,” you stated, emptying the rest of your coffee. On the other side, Haechan’s ice americano was still pretty much full considering he just got there and you had ordered the drink for him an hour before, thinking that he was going to be on time for your date. But no, he was so into the new online game Jaemin had told him about a week ago that he began to lose track of time. It seemed to you that was all he’d been doing for the last few days, and you were fine with giving him some personal space but clearly not if he was wasting your precious time instead. Not everybody is as smart as him when it comes to keeping good grades. Maybe he doesn’t have to study much, but you do.
“You are! You’re totally angry!” He pointed out and you sighed because of course, I’m angry, you idiot, I had to spend an hour by myself doing literally nothing because you asked me to go out when I’m supposed to be working on my papers that’s due tomorrow but you kept yourself in silence. You had to be the adult in the relationship, especially when you’re dating a goddamn brat.
“Whatever.” You placed back your phone—which had been your only companion—into your purse and wore back your coat. “I have to go.”
His eyebrows—his thick, beautiful eyebrows that you love so much (though not that day) were knitted in both desperation and annoyance from how you acted. “Noona!” He wailed, grabbing your hand when you stood up from your seat. “What do you want me to do? If I could go back to the past, I would, but I can’t and you being unreasonably angry like this isn’t—”
Haechan’s jaw hung slackly on his face when he noticed the anger radiating off your body. You were angry before but not this angry. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”
You clicked your tongue in irritation, pulling your hand out of his grip. “I’ll see you later, Donghyuck.” It was cold, the way you said it, and Haechan sensed that. But being the whiny brat that he was, he just kept on shouting back, gathering people’s attention.
“Can’t we be adults and talk about this—Yah!” When you didn’t answer—or even glanced back at him—he threw his hands in the air, yelling, “You know what? Fine! I don’t really want to hang out with you anyway! In fact, it’s actually better for me if we don’t hang, ever!”
But you already had your feet out of the door.
On the next day, he came by to your dorm at four in the morning, making your roommate groan with a hellish fire burning in her eyes. “If that’s your boyfriend, I am going to kill him.”
“Don’t bother, I will,” you muttered in response before you stepped down from your bed, turned on the lighting (which earned another loud groan from your friend), and reached for the door. Haechan stood there with his hair looking like a bird’s nest, his cheeks reddening from the morning cold, and his eyes bleary from lacking sleep.
“I’m sorry,” he softly said in all of the sincerity he could emit. “I’ve been an asshole.”
“It’s four in the morning, Haechan-ah.”
“I know, but I can’t sleep thinking about what happened before and I don’t think I can before you forgive me.” He did his best pout. It was cute, but not cute enough to wash your vexation away. “Also, it’s raining heavily outside, if you haven’t noticed, so I thought it would add some dramatic effects to my apology.”
“You’re not wet though.”
“Neither were you before you met me,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows but when he noticed you glaring at him in reticence—oh if looks could kill—he flinched and hastily added, “Sorry, bad timing. I don’t know why I said that. Well, umm, it was kinda cold when I stepped under the rain so I decided to just bring an umbrella with me.” He suddenly seemed like he remembered something. “Oh yeah, can I leave it here? I’ve got an early class today and I don’t really want to carry it with me everywhere.”
That earned another flat stare from you. “You’re not taking any of this seriously, are you?”
“I am! I swear!” He squeaked, shuffling inside his bag before he took out a white box with a red bow wrapped around it. “Look, I brought you some chocolates.”
“I’m on a diet.”
“Well, now, how am I supposed to know?”
“I literally told you that yesterday.” To say he was testing your patience would be an understatement at that point. “Remember? When you arrived late on our date and you asked why aren’t you ordering anything and I said I’m on a fucking diet!”
“Yo, chill, I was just trying to be nice.” Haechan grabbed you by the shoulders, massaging the sore spots and it would probably feel good if you weren’t so pissed-off over his antics. “Also, Noona, don’t you know? Men have a harder time remembering things than women do. And that’s just scientifically speaking, not me.”
You exhaled so loudly into the air, slapping his hands away. “Look, it’s literally four in the morning. Can we talk again when the sun is up? Like normal people?”
“Noona, pleaseeeeee.” He threw his head back in exasperation. “I said I’m sorry! What else do you wa—”
“JUST FORGIVE HIM FOR FUCK’S SAKE! YOU GUYS ARE TAKING FOREVER AND YOU’RE GIVING ME HEADACHES!” Maybe you and Haechan were getting a bit loud, but your roommate was just shouting like she was about to march on a war so you didn’t really have the choice. It was either take your boyfriend’s apology or have your roommate kill both you and your boyfriend at the same time.
Haechan sheepishly and annoyingly smiled at you. “She’s got a point, you know.”
But, of course, he does learn his lesson from time-to-time so things don’t always end up in fights. And Haechan can be considerate, if he wants, noticing the little things that you do. Like when you’re wearing a new skirt (or new underwear, for that matter), giving you his jacket when you sniffle from the cold (as cheesy as that sounds, it does make your heart flutter a bit), or intertwining your fingers together when you’re nervous before your presentation.
Hopefully today this considerate version of his comes out to play again because there’s something you want to talk about with him.
“I think I need to start looking for a part-time job,” you say, sighing contently as he has his lips on your neck, suckling on the soft skin. Your fingers are playing with the soft strands of his hair, unconsciously tugging at them when he brings his tongue into the game. You know it’s not really the best time to have this conversation—especially not when he has his hand under your shirt as you sit on his lap at the back of his car—but with Haechan, it’s almost always like this whenever you’re alone with him so you don’t really have that many options. “I’m running out of money.”
“From dumping too many dead bodies in the swamp?” He chuckles next to your ear, unbuttoning more of your shirt and pushing the fabric off your shoulder. “Babe, I’ve told you,” he mouths against your skin. “You gotta search for a new swamp that’s free of charge—”
“Shut up.” But you’re laughing anyway. This inside joke you two have has become somewhat of a routine—a topic that pops out anytime in any conversation.
You can feel his grin pressing against the sensitive skin below your ear. “Told ya this swamp thing could be our thing.”
“No, I’m serious.” But despite that, you have to hold back a moan when you feel his hand roaming around your chest, his fingers slipping underneath your bra. You can’t tell him exactly why you need this job because you don’t want him to feel sorry for you. But the truth is, your parents back home have been having financial problems and you know how costly your college tuition can get. You just want to help out, even if it’s not much, and try to survive on your own without using your parents’ money. “I need some pocket money.”
Haechan has your earlobe between his teeth, his breathing feels warm and extremely sexy in your ears. “Mmm, for what?”
“To buy personal things.”
“What personal things?”
“Like…” You bite your lower lip, having the hardest time concentrating when he starts to play with your nipple, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bud. “I don’t know, like girl things.”
Haechan suddenly pulls away, looking you straight in the eyes with his own gleaming in excitement. “You mean like a customized dildo?”
“Make-up, Donghyuck.” You flatly stare back. All your sexual excitement from before? Gone. “I mean, make-up.”
“Sure, that too. But,” he insists and you roll your eyes, knowing where this is going. “Have you ever considered playing with a dildo in your spare time? Because I have. I mean, picturing you using it. Not me using it in my ass, oh God, no.”
“Are you done?”
“No, seriously.” It turns out, he’s not finished. And he still has a long way to go, judging by the enthusiastic look in his eyes. “Because I would totally buy it for you if it’s a dildo you need. Or any sex toys, for that matter. No matter how expensive it is, I’ll pay! I’ll save up some money and buy some so we can use them together in the future!”
He’s making it look like he’s talking about buying a house for your future marriage and it’s cute and disgusting at the same time so you stop him by pinching the bridge of his nose. It’s pathetic, the way he whines, but as long as it can stop him from sputtering nonsense, you’ll do it again.
“Why do you need make-up anyway?” He eventually gives up, rubbing his red nose, still wincing from the pain. “You’re already pretty without it.” And it really does sound sincere, the way he says it. Haechan flirts a lot, even when you’ve been together for months, he still does it pretty often. But he does have his sincerity from time to time, just like now, and you can’t help but blush a little because of it.
“Well, I’m more confident with it.”
“Well, of course, you do look smoking hot with your make-up on, don’t get me wrong,” he adds, lazily circling his arms around your waist as he leans his back to the car’s seat. “But you’re beautiful the way you are too. Like, you literally can wear that I woke up like this shirt every morning and you won’t find me complaining.”
“You complained about my morning breath this morning.”
“That you should work on.”
“Asshole.” You push a palm against his face, which he licks playfully like a dog. This is your favorite Haechan, if you have to be honest, with his lips pulled back showcasing a boyish grin, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at you, and his voice sounding light and airy with a hint of teasing in his words. And of course, also with the way he has his hair slightly pushed back, his forehead shown and his eyebrows raised whenever he throws flirty lines at you.
You really should consider yourself lucky to be able to call someone like him, who has the perfect balance of cute and sexy, as your boyfriend.
“I really like you,” you say, abruptly out of nowhere that it surprises you too. Haechan’s laughter stops almost immediately, his eyes searching yours. There’s silence hanging in the air, slowly suffocating you, and you’re about to beg him to say something when he smiles, so gentle and soft, with his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb.
“I really like you too,” he says, almost like he’s sighing. His eyes go up-and-down your face, switching from your eyes and your lips. “I like you so much that it drives me crazy sometimes.”
It’s insane how fast he can turn your steady heart rate into something that beats too loudly for your ears. “Okay, stop right there. I can’t with all this cheesiness you’re throwing at me. Let’s just make-out.”
And that sexy smirk of his grows back almost immediately. “I won’t argue with that.”
It’s not easy getting a job these days, especially when you don’t really have a set of skills you can be proud of but luckily enough, you’ve found a part-time job as a waiter at a family restaurant nearby. The salary is slightly below your expectation so maybe you have to recalculate your budgeting again but beggars can’t be choosers. You thought it should be enough for now. And the most important thing is, you only have to work three days a week so you can fit in well with your campus’ schedule.
The only remaining problem is your boyfriend because, believe it or not, he demands more time than all of your classes and assignments combined.
“I can’t believe we have our Netflix account renewed like two months ago and yet we haven’t watched anything on it,” Haechan complains, a bag of popcorn on his lap. He’s in his black sweat pants, hair all tousled from lying around on the bed all day. He’s already munching more than he should, even way before you can log in to your Netflix account. “At this point, we’re just throwing our money away.”
“Don’t blame me,” you retort, taking the bowl into your arms so you can climb into his lap, snuggling close to his chest. “I’m not the one who got my dick hard during the first half of literally every movie we decided to watch together.”
“You literally rubbed your ass against my crotch every single time. What a man gotta do in that situation?”
A smile creeps up your face. That you certainly did. It’s just so funny to have him flinch every now and then whenever you move slightly in his arms so you often just exaggerate your movements a bit, sometimes leaning forward in a suggestive way whenever you tried to change the brightness of your MacBook screen—so Haechan could take a good look of your ass—before settling back between his legs, making sure to give him enough friction as you slid down. Or sometimes you just laid your head on his shoulder, pressing a random kiss to his neck, and just went back to watching the screen as if you didn’t do anything. It really didn’t take long before Haechan groaned in exasperation, threw the bowl away, tackled you down to the bed, and pulled your shorts down your legs.
“Should I move away then?” You offer. “We can stay, like, five feet apart from each other as we watch this.”
“Nah.” He shakes his head, pulling you closer again to his chest. “I like to snuggle. You’re warm and you smell really good, it comforts me. Besides, having sex with you is so much better than watching every movie out there.”
“Even better than watching The Kissing Booth?”
“Yah!” The way his cheeks turn scarlet almost immediately is too cute for you to handle. “You promised you wouldn’t make fun of me! See, this is why I—”
You cut him off with a chaste kiss, letting your lips linger on his the way he likes it before you pull away and pat him on the cheek. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Forgive me?”
Haechan unconsciously juts his lower lip out, just a little. “Fine,” he mutters, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist before he skims his nose along the nape of your neck. “Only because you’re cute,” he whispers.
“Oh right, that reminds me,” you say, closing your eyes as you listen to his breathing. It’s somewhat calming your nerves, after a long day of doing… well, nothing, actually. “I’ll be busy every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday from now on so we won’t be able to hang out during those days.”
“What?!” He shrieks, almost turning you deaf. “Why?!”
“Because I have my part-time job, didn’t I tell you that before?” You can honestly hear your ears ringing from the loudness of his voice. “Or did you not listen to me again?”
“I can handle it if you work during the weekdays, but on the weekends too?” He’s actually looking pretty upset, though not that you haven’t expected him to be. “That’s our time! How can you do that to me? To us?! This is so not fair!”
You roll your eyes. “Stop being a drama queen. You literally spent the last weekend playing Overwatch at Jaemin’s place.”
“Whoa, hey,” he crows, pulling away from you with both hands raised in the air and forcing you to turn and look at him in the eyes. You do it as you nonchalantly munch on your popcorn, enjoying how dramatic your boyfriend can be at times like this. “Once again, lady,” he stresses on the word, narrowing his eyes at you. “They were holding a very, very important Anniversary Event and that does not happen every day. It’s not like I have any other choice! They were giving out new skins and other rewards!”
“Your choice was to spend your Saturday night with your fingers on your keyboard or in me. That was your choice.”
Haechan opens his mouth to say something, already holding out one finger in the air as if he’s about to make a good excuse but he fails almost immediately when your point begins to sink in his head. “You’re right,” he admits, “I’m sorry. What was I thinking? I should’ve been wiser.”
You pat his hair as you would do to a child. “Look, we can still hang out. I only work during the day, you know. You can always pick me up after work and we can get dinner together or something.”
He pouts, lowering his head as he murmurs, “It’s still not the same, though. I like spending time with you.”
You can feel your heart flutter from the way he says his line so genuinely. “Me too, Haechannie. Let’s just promise to always meet up on the weekends after I’m done with my work.”
The pout still does not falter away but it’s nothing a kiss can’t fix.
“Haechannie, I really need to go.” You struggle to slip yourself away from his long arms, holding back a laugh as you do it, and you almost reach the end of his bed but your boyfriend easily hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you back into his chest.
After not seeing each other for five days, you could finally see your boyfriend with his dazzling bright smile in person when he picked you up after work on a Saturday evening. You didn’t realize how much you’d missed him until he snatched you back into his embrace, intoxicating you with his amazing scent and airy laughter that sounds like music to your ears. It was a good thing being separated for a few days like that because Haechan became much more clingy in the most adorable way, following you around like a lovesick puppy. Even during sex, he was all giggly and soft, gently asking you how you feel, whether he was being too fast, or simply just telling you how beautiful you look even when you were pretty much exhausted from work. It was a nice change.
Both of you are still pretty much naked from the morning shower you just took together—or rather, the morning shower you took when suddenly your boyfriend came barging in, greasily saying, “My, my, there’s a naked lady in my shower. This must be my lucky day,” and ended up moaning against your mouth instead of washing the soap off your body.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, smiling into the kiss just like you do and you let him part your lips with his, slowly slipping his tongue in and tasting the roof of your mouth. “Oh man, I must be a freak for being so turned on from the fact that you’re wearing my shampoo.”
“You’ve always been a freak,” you snicker, pushing his face away with your palm. “Now, get off me. Jaemin can come back any second.”
“Jaemin’s too busy sucking Jeno’s morning wood, I’m sure. He won’t be back anytime soon.”
“Well, my shift is starting in thirty minutes.”
“Which leaves us twenty-nine minutes and fifty seconds to get each other off and ten seconds for you to get ready.” He lowly chuckles, his voice still sounding quite deep from sleep as he nips against the column of your neck.
“I’m serious…” You can tell that your voice becomes way less convincing. It’s just Haechan feels so warm and he smells so good, you have to literally offer your best effort to deny him and his touches. You’re still in the middle of putting in that so-called effort when you notice he’s sucking on the supple skin, to the point it begins to hurt a little bit. “Don’t suck too hard! You’ll leave bruises and I am not gonna wear a scarf again.”
“Good,” he murmurs against your skin. “So everyone will know you’re mine.”
“So am I.”
You sigh, tangling your fingers around his hair, arching your back to press your body closer to him. “You can be too possessive sometimes, do you know that?”
“Any man would if their girlfriend is as pretty as you,” he replies, pulling away from you a little so he can bore his eyes into yours. “Stay with me today.”
As much as you want to, especially with that hooded eyes looking at you with so much passion and desire, you have to be the responsible adult for today. “I can’t, Haechannie.”
“Noona~” His serious demeanor falters, and the whiny brat that he is comes back to the surface again. “Pleaseeee~ I’m lonely and I’m hard, can’t you just be kind to me for just one day?”
“Are you using your aegyo on me to get a quickie? Seriously?”
“What, it’s not working?” He tilts his head to the side, looking at you with that sexy smirk and his eyebrow raised seductively. “I thought aegyo was your thing.”
No, but your goddamn smirk and eyebrow raise surely are. “Fuck, okay, ten minutes. Can we finish in ten minutes?”
“I can guarantee that you will.” His smirk grows wider, licking his lower lip. “But I’m not sure if you can make me.”
“Is that a challenge?” You push him with both hands until he falls back to the bed, with you straddling his lap. “I’m going to make you take your words back, Lee Donghyuck, you better be prepared.”
You’ve broken two plates so far, and you’re sure you’re about to be fired if you even do a tiny mistake in the next hour but you try to keep yourself calm and composed and promise yourself to do better. It’s not that you’re a lousy waiter—okay, maybe a bit from the lack of experience—but the restaurant you’re working in can be surprisingly packed during lunch hours and it’s really taking all that you have to carry three porcelain plates on a tray as you walk on high heels that are killing you in every step you take. You often complain about the blisters at the back of your heels when you sit next to Haechan in his car, which usually ends up with him massaging your feet, while mumbling, “See, this is why you should’ve agreed with me when I told you about buying dildos. I would work my ass off to pay for that, and you can just lie around in my room all day.”
You’re getting better at your job the more days go by, and you’re much confident now in talking with customers. You’re already standing pretty in your uniform with a menu book in your arms, ready to greet the next customer but when the front door opens, all of your professionalism just goes straight out of the window.
“No way…” Your jaw hangs loosely on your face, eyes blinking twice in surprise. You can’t believe what you’re seeing. There, walking through the entrance door of the restaurant, is your ex-boyfriend from high school, Jeong Jaehyun. Dressed perfectly in a light blue buttoned-up shirt and a pair of black khaki pants, Jaehyun looks much, much better than how you remembered him to be. His dark hair stands in contrast to his pale skin, his veins appearing along his wrists and you have to remind yourself to stop staring and proceed with your work.
You take hesitant steps to meet him, swallowing your nervous breath and hoping that you don’t look as awkward as you think. You almost trip on your own feet when you notice Jaehyun looking back at you, his eyes widening in surprise before his lips turn upward into that gentle smile that reminds you of how he used to be back in high school. Maybe some things never change.
“Hi,” you greet with an awkward smile on your face.
“Hey.” The way his eyes droop slightly when he sees you feels nostalgic, and perhaps he’s much taller now because you have to look up to meet his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m seeing you. It’s been a while.”
“You’re right,” you reply, chuckling a little to mask how tense you really are. “Would you like me to take you to your seat?”
“Oh no, I won’t be long,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I just wanted to talk to the manager for a sec.”
You furrow your eyebrows, trying your best not to get distracted with the way his hair ruffles almost perfectly under his touch. “Is there something wrong?”
“No, just wanted to see the latest financial report.” He smiles, showcasing his teeth. “My grandfather owns this place, and I’m helping him take care of the business while he’s overseas.”
Fuck. “A-ah, is that so?” Meeting him once as a customer is already painfully awkward enough for you to bear, but actually working for him?!
“I won’t bother you, I promise,” Jaehyun immediately adds, “I wasn’t aware that you work here, actually. Has it been long since you started?”
“About two weeks.” You fidget on your feet, having the hardest time making eye contact with him. “And I’m not very good at this.”
“Wait, are you the one who keeps breaking plates?”
You wince. “Yes. Can you please not fire me? I’ll pay for them, I promise.”
And Jaehyun laughs, his deep voice booming into the air. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll pay for them myself if that’s what it takes to keep you around.” He says his lines so naturally that it surprises you both when the words finally sink in. “I—I mean,” he clears his throat, “It’s just really been a while since I last saw you so I thought we should really catch up on things. How are you?”
“Boss,” your manager suddenly comes to interrupt, carrying some paper sheets in her arms. “These are the reports you wanted. I can e-mail you the rest if you need more details.” And when she sees you standing next to Jaehyun with the worst looking smile you’ve ever had on your face, she squints her eyes menacingly at you, “What did you do this time?”
“She didn’t do anything,” Jaehyun hastily answers before you can even form a word of protest. “She’s a dear friend of mine. It’s been a while since we talked, so do you mind if I borrow her for a while?”
Your manager seems utterly shocked and you kind of dance happily in your mind because she’s been kind of mean to you—though you were the one who gave her the reasons to be—and seeing her speechless, only able to mumble out a small, “S-sure,” before she trails away back to her office like this becomes the highlight of your day.
“Thank you,” you say to him, not sure why but it feels right.
“Let me know if she bullies you again,” he says, gently patting you on the head and you can feel his fingers slowly brush your bangs off your temple. It seems like he’s unaware of what he’s doing and you can understand why because that’s just his habit, even from the time when you hadn’t started dating yet. You remember the time when he said he liked your eyes—he thought they were beautiful, and hiding them under your bangs like that was a shame.
You take a step back, looking anywhere but his eyes. “Umm…”
“Right, sorry,” he fumbles with his hands, the tip of his ears growing red. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Can we just sit and talk?”
You smile, genuinely this time. He really hasn’t changed despite his appearance. “Sure.”
Jaehyun doesn’t visit the restaurant every day and you don’t really expect him to, but when he does, he always spares some time to talk to you privately—usually during your break time so your manager can stop throwing ice daggers from her eyes at you.
“I’ve tried to call you after graduation,” he confesses as he takes you out for some coffee at the nearest cafe. Your shift is over and you’re waiting for Haechan to pick you up but he’s running late because he has to take a quiz that he missed from skipping the class the previous week—you guess it had something to do with him pulling an all-nighter playing Overwatch again—and you told him to take his time.
“Yeah. Several times, actually, but I couldn’t get connected.”
“Maybe you called after I lost my phone,” you reply, taking a sip of your hot latte and wincing when it nearly scalds your tongue. “I had to change my number. I lost my contacts and everything.”
“That makes sense. Would it be okay if I ask for your numbers now?”
“Only for business purposes,” you tease, and he grins back, almost boyishly.
“Only for business purposes,” he confirms, “Just so I can give you a heads-up when I’m about to fire you.”
You gasp, half-amused, half-terrified. “Please tell me you’re joking.” And he only responds with another laugh. Talking with Jaehyun is easy and comforting, and he really listens to what you’re saying like a loving older brother taking care of his sister. It’s a nice change considering it’s always you who have to act like the mature one when having a conversation with Haechan—not that it isn’t good. It just can get quite tiring after some time.
Jaehyun is in the middle of walking you back to your workplace when he tells you stories about the things he did after graduation, and how he’s planning to continue with his study overseas to get a master’s degree in business management as soon as he’s done with his work here. You’re so entranced with his story that you barely notice your boyfriend waiting with his back pressed against the side of his car, eyes busy staring at his phone screen.
“Haechannie, you’re here!” You run to his spot, a grin spreading wide on your face before you lean up and kiss his cheek.“When did you get here?”
“Noonaaaaa,” he pouts, voice becoming whiny as usual. Compared to how he acts, he’s dressed maturely in a white shirt and a black leather jacket, his silver necklace hanging low on his neck. It takes you a good five seconds to ogle at his amazing looks while telling your heart not to get too excited. At least not until you get back at the dorm so you can rip that shirt off him with your own hands. “I’ve been calling you three times already. Where have you been?”
“You have?” You immediately check on your phone, noticing that yes, in fact, he did call you three times. You didn’t notice before because your phone was on silent. “I’m sorry, I forgot to switch it back after work. Did you wait long?”
“A bit,” he pushes his bottom lip out but it soon turns into a cheeky grin. “But nothing a kiss can’t fix.”
“Haechannie.” You pat him softly on his cheek. “We’ve got company.” And at that, he begins to widen his line of sight—because he usually just focuses on you and forgets his surroundings—and spots Jaehyun standing a few meters behind you with his hands buried deep within the pockets of his pants.
“Oh,” he comments, acting nonchalant though you notice by the slight raise of his eyebrow that he’s already annoyed by his presence. “Who are you?”
It’s kind of rude to suddenly ask for his name, especially in the cold tone Haechan is using and Jaehyun’s lips twitch at his words. “Jeong Jaehyun.”
“Well, Jeong Jaehyun,” Haechan says with mockery on his tone, straightening his posture and you wonder whether it’s because he feels slightly inferior to Jaehyun’s height. “My girlfriend and I would like some privacy from now on, so if you can just run along now, that’d be great.”
“Hey!” You slap his shoulder, gasping in disbelief before you turn around to face the other man. “I’m sorry, he can be quite rude sometimes but I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”
“Meant it with all my heart.”
“Be quiet.” And even Haechan can tell for his own good that he shouldn’t push your buttons further than that.
“It’s okay, I have to go anyway,” Jaehyun casually says, smiling angelically like how he always does though his eyes don’t really play along. “Your boyfriend is cute. How old are you? Does your mom know you’re still playing outside at this hour?”
Oh my God, not you too. You immediately grab Haechan’s hand to stop him before he flings himself forward and throws an arm toward the other man. You can see him clenching his jaw, almost baring his teeth when Jaehyun laughs quietly to himself, saying, “I’m just kidding. Have a good night, you two,” before he walks back to the restaurant, most likely to have another business talk with the manager.
“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Haechan blurts out, his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. You stroke his arm, trying to soothe him down but what he does is relocating his glare on you instead, almost yelling, “Why were you with him? How many times have you guys seen each other? And why on earth did you take his side?!”
You’re too tired to care, to be honest, let alone answering him. You’re also suffering from the cold of the night, wanting desperately to climb into Haechan’s car and put on the heater to warm yourself up. “I’ll explain on our way back,” you sniffle, squeezing his hand. “Can we get inside the car? Please? I’m freezing.”
You can tell he’s still very much upset but his gaze softens when he sees puffs of air flowing from your chapped lips and your nose turning red. He sighs into the air but opens the door for you. He doesn’t really talk until he has his engine started, and you can practically see steam coming out from his ears as he drives into the night.
“Have you had dinner yet?” You ask, trying to keep as casual as you can.
“Should we order something—”
“I’m not hungry.”
“O… kay…” You hold yourself back from sighing too loud. He’s testing your patience again, but it’s fine, you’re the mature one. You can handle this. “We’ll just go straight back to my place then. I’m sure I can make you something. I think I still have some pasta with—”
“I think I’m just gonna go back to my room right after I drop you off.” His words don’t hurt as much as the tone he’s using. You’re trying to patch things up even though you’re sure you haven’t done anything wrong but he’s not even trying to apologize about how rude he acted earlier. You can’t help but snap, probably because your fatigue is taking its toll. You figure you can act mature any other time, but not today.
“Okay, what is wrong with you?” You can feel your voice rising and it forces him to sneaks a glance at you but only for a split second before he brings back his eyes on the road again. “I’ve been trying to be nice to you but you keep on acting like a brat—”
“Oh, of course, now you have a problem with me being a brat.” He grits his teeth, sinking his nails into the steering wheel. “I think we both know that’s pretty much how I act around you—around anyone, really—and if I remember it clearly, you said being a brat was part of my charm. That was, of course, before you met this oh-so-mature Jung fucking Jaehyun and suddenly, now, I’m fucking annoying.”
“I didn’t just meet him, Hyuck.” You exhale loudly, rolling your eyes. “I’ve been friends with him since high school.”
He clicks his tongue in aggravation, quietly adding, “Friends that fucked each other whenever your parents weren’t around, I’m sure.” And he probably didn’t mean his words to be heard because he just said them out of spite, but you did hear him and it makes your blood sparks in fury.
“Actually, yes,” you jeer back, “We did. He was the one who took my virginity away, just so you know and—WHOA!”
The sudden turn of the wheels makes you yelp and scramble to wrap your fingers tightly around your seatbelt as if you were hanging for dear life, and Haechan suddenly stomps his feet on the brakes, messily parking his car on the side of the street and earning a lot of angry car honks from the drivers behind him in return.
“What?!” He shouts, eyes wide, completely ignoring the passerby or the fact that you’re still trying to catch your breath. “You had sex with him?!”
“Once, Donghyuck, Jesus Christ!” You almost yank every strand of your hair out of your head. “Just once! And I never did that with anyone else until I met you!”
“I can’t believe you never told me this! And now you just hang around with him behind my back?!”
“What’s there to tell?! It’s in the past, way back when I didn’t even know your name. It’s not like you tell me things like this too. I don’t have problems with you sleeping with hundreds of girls before you met me.”
The sudden silence that surrounds you snap you back to reality and you regret everything you just said because you know you didn’t mean it. Well, it certainly has been bugging you for quite some time whenever you think about how easy and casual he’s always been when it comes to sex—not to mention how experienced he is—so you can’t help but wonder. You do understand that it’s not fair blurting about it to him like this, though. Especially not in this situation.
And the way he just suddenly becomes mute almost makes you shudder.
“Hyuck, I didn’t mean—”
“So that’s how you think of me?” He asks, voice low and deep. “Is that the reason why you’re seeing him? Because you don’t trust me?”
“Oh my God, Donghyuck,” you almost scream from all this frustration you’re venting out. “This is getting out of hand. Okay, first, that was wrong of me to say that and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. And second, stop being so jealous—I was only out with him to get some coffee. We no longer have feelings for each other, I can assure you that.”
“Yeah,” he snorts, “Sure. Whatever.”
“Hyuck, he’s my boss! I was just being polite—”
“Well, that’s just fucking great, isn’t it? No wonder you keep insisting on taking this job. It’s not even about the money now, is it?” He slams his hand against the steering wheel, groaning out, “I’m so fucking stupid,” before he throws his head to the side, glaring at the scenery outside his window instead of you.
There’s silence hanging in the air again and you take a deep breath to calm yourself as much as you can because you know where this is going. You just hope you’re wrong. “Why does it sound like you’re accusing me of cheating on you?”
“Because maybe deep down, that’s what you’re doing?” He’s not even looking at you when he says it, but the bitterness in his voice is clear and it’s loud enough to finally tweak the final string of patience you have left in you.
So you grab your purse, carry your jacket in one arm and step down from the car. “I’m taking a cab,” you say and when he still doesn’t look at you, you add, “Come talk to me when you’re mature enough to have this conversation.”
And not knowing your own strength, you slam the door until his ears begin to ring.
It’s the worst fight you’ve ever had, not just with him but with anyone else too. You’re more the type that avoids situations like this—one that says sorry even when you know you’re not doing anything wrong just to reduce the tension, so this fight you’re having with Haechan has been ruining your mood for a whole damn week since day one. And the fact that he doesn’t come to apologize or even send a text or two is driving you insane.
You can’t help but to dwell in his way of thinking, trying to see whether it’s really your fault that this is happening. Yes, maybe you should’ve explained better, but he wasn’t really giving you the chance to do it, was he? And yes, maybe you should’ve told him about you hanging out with Jaehyun every now and then or the fact that he’s your boss but you just couldn’t find the right timing before. Well, it’s certainly too late to start now.
Should I call him…?
Because you miss him. You miss Haechan so badly. You miss his bratty smile, you miss his annoying whine, you miss his stupid dazzling smile, you miss his scent, his kiss, his embrace—everything about him. You didn’t realize how close he was to you—already becoming a big part of your life—and you just really notice it now when he’s completely out of your sight.
“Fuck this.” You’re in the middle of searching his name in your contacts and about to press dial when suddenly you get his message.
Can we meet tomorrow?
It’s really weird that a simple text can make your heart race and almost send you jumping in delight. Trying to keep your heart rate back to normal, you type back.
Of course. What time? Where?
You wait for his reply and it seems like the time suddenly slows down where seconds feel like hours. You nibble at your bottom lip, hesitating at first but sending it anyway.
I miss you, Haechannie.
Your heart starts hammering against your ribcage again. A lot of thoughts begin entering your mind at the same time, making you worry about what if he wants to meet me because he wants to break up with me? What if he doesn’t miss me and he’s grossed out with my text? What if—
His reply arrives with a slight ding coming from your phone, and with shaky hands, you open his text.
I’ll text you the time and place tomorrow morning.
There’s a disappointment that bubbles up inside your chest but the next text from him erases all of that almost instantly.
I miss you too, Noona. Good night.
And you think that maybe tonight, you can finally have a good sleep.
“Can you fill in for tonight?”
It’s the first thing your manager said to you the second you stepped inside the restaurant. You haven’t even taken your jacket yet, and it’s really rare to see your manager walking around the place on a Sunday morning but here she is, and she’s already ordering things around.
Your mouth suddenly feels dry. “Pardon?”
“There will be a banquet tonight for the Jeong family and we need every waiter we can get. I know you’re lousy at your job but Jaehyun-Sajangnim seems to like you so I hope you can stick longer for a few hours.”
“I…” You wet your lower lip anxiously. “I can’t. I already promised someone—”
“Look, this is not a request. It’s an order.” She seems like she’s running out of patience. “But I’ll pay handsomely for your time. I think you need the money to pay for those two plates you broke anyway. You know how expensive they are.”
You wince. “Yes, Ma’am.” It’s not like she’s leaving you with any other option. You figure you can call Haechan later during your break time. It’s still not confirmed anyway, your date with him. You’ll think of a way to make it up to him.
It’s only for a few hours anyway, right?
I’ll just text him now. You dip your hand into your purse, trying to find your iPhone as fast as you can. You run your fingers along the screen, typing letters with your thumbs.
Haechannie, something came up and I have to stay longer at work. I’ll see you later tonight at your place and we can talk then.
“What are you doing standing around like that?” Your manager suddenly shouts and you almost drop your phone in surprise. “Go and change your uniform now, we’re opening the place in ten minutes!”
“Y-yes, Ma’am!” You fumble with your steps, throwing your phone back into your purse in a hurry. You inwardly sigh. Today is going to be a long day.
I’m sorry, Haechannie.
“Great work today,” Jaehyun says when most of his family members have left the restaurant. You didn’t realize how big and wealthy his family was so it amazed you that one family could occupy the whole seatings they have in this place. There were more than thirty people in the room before and you had to change your high heels into a pair of flat shoes so you can run from one table to another while carrying several plates at once.
“Not really, I almost broke another plate today,” you respond with a sigh, which earns a low chuckle in return. Jaehyun has his back leaning against the wall just an arms reach away from the front door, waiting for you to finish shoving all your belongings into your bag before he curls his fingers around the doorknob and twists it open.
“Thanks,” you say, almost sheepishly because it looks weird, no matter how you see it—your boss is opening the door for you. “Stop being so nice, Jae, you’re making other staff jealous.”
“But I do this to all my staff,” Jaehyun snickers, following after your trail.
“Hey,” he calls, placing his hand on your shoulder so you’ll stop on your track and turn around to face him. “Thank you.”
You raise your eyebrow questioningly. “For what?”
“For acting like how you normally do around me,” he explains, smiling a little bit bashfully. “For not being so awkward after our break-up.”
“Oh… Well…” You try to focus your gaze somewhere else, suddenly finding the silver watch you wear around your wrist entertaining. “It’s been years since then, I think we both have moved on by now, right?”
There’s a thick tension growing between the two of you and you almost beg him to say something before it starts to suffocate you.
“Sure,” he says, but the pressure in his tone speaks otherwise. You look up to meet his eyes, expecting him to smile and bring another topic into the conversation, but all he does is just gazing at you with these gentle, almost longing eyes that make your heart stops for a split second.
You know this can’t go any further.
“Well, uhh,” Jaehyun clears his throat, running a hand through his hair, perhaps feeling rather embarrassed himself. “It’s already late. Do you want me to escort you back to your place?”
And you find it hard to form a sentence, still somewhat baffled from the way he’s acting around you, and you’re so unfocused that when another voice enters your hearing, it shocks you down to your spine.
“I’ll be taking her from here,” Haechan says, startling you both and you turn around so fast on your heel to face him that you almost stumble forward. Your boyfriend is standing with one hand carrying a black suit and another one digging inside the pocket of his pants, dressed nicely in a white buttoned up with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He has the top two buttons of his shirt loosened, showing a glimpse of his collar bones and the silver necklace he usually hangs around his neck. His short brown hair is parted to the side, slightly pushed back to showcase his temple. You’ve never seen him dressed so sharp and elegantly before since the first day you met him and you can’t help but feel a little bit starstruck from the way he looks. But you soon realize that there must be a reason why he’s so dressed up and you feel terrible because you don’t know what it is.
What day is it today?
The way he grabs your hand shows how agitated he actually is despite the calm facade he places on his face, and it’s glaringly possessive the way he drags you to match his step on the way to his car but you follow him without a word, not even sparing a glance at Jaehyun who’s looking at him as if he just stole something important from him. Haechan opens the door to the passenger seat, and you climb in with your heart thrumming loud against your chest.
Haechan walks to the other side without making eye contact with Jaehyun but even at that point, your ex-boyfriend doesn’t dare to say a word or make a move, probably because he knows he has no right to do so. Haechan does not look angry and neither does he act like it but the quietness that fills the space between you, even when his car engine is blaring noisily outside, speaks louder than everything that he does.
“Umm.” You suddenly feel parched, your throat burning with every word you try to form. “T-thank you for picking me up.” You’re about to flinch from how terrible you just sounded. “I thought you were waiting at the dorm. Didn’t you get my text?”
It takes a few seconds that feel like forever for him to answer. “I don’t know, did you send me one?” He simply asks, voice flat and nonchalant, as he switches the gears of his car.
Did I not? You gulp in horror and begin to frantically search for your phone in your purse. Your heart almost leaps out from your chest when you see your phone is dead, probably ran out of battery sometimes during your hectic hours. You didn’t check on it before because you thought that Haechan most likely had seen your text and was waiting for you at the dorm, so you decided to just run in a hurry without texting him that your shift had ended. You were also busy talking with Jaehyun and felt it wouldn’t be polite for you to check on your phone while he was around.
But, as you connect your phone to your power bank, turning it on, and run your thumbs along the screen, you notice one thing: you didn’t send him anything.
“I’m—” A shiver runs down your spine. “I’m sure I texted you before—why—” You remember how your manager suddenly interrupted you when you were about to send the text. You must have forgotten to press send, and seeing how there are suddenly a lot of messages coming to your phone at once from him makes your heart drop to the floor.
I’ve made a reservation at Boccalino at 7 p.m. I know how you’ve always wanted to go there. Wear something nice.
Where are you now? Are you still at work? Do you want me to pick you up?
You’re probably busy at work. I’ll just see you at our table, okay? Don’t be late.
I haven’t heard from you. Where are you? I’m on my way to the restaurant to make sure our reservation is still on.
All my calls are going straight to voicemails. Where are you?
You’re an hour late. Where are you?!
You can feel the tremble in your fingertips as you hold your phone, your eyes running back and forth in horror. Haechan still doesn’t speak a word, focusing his eyes entirely on the road that lays in front of him.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” Even though you know you’re already so out of line and probably won’t be forgiven anytime soon, you still apologize because what else can you say? “I didn’t realize my phone was dead. And I was sure I’d texted you but—”
“It’s fine,” he says as he props his elbow against his window, rubbing the side of his temple with his fingertips. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
And with that, the conversation ends. Your thoughts are running fast, trying to come up with a better apology or find a way to patch things up but you can’t. The more plans you make, the more you hate yourself for being so stupid and ruin this whole thing for him. The drive back to your dorm is filled with nothing but silence, and you spend the entire time counting the street light that glows faintly on the side of the road.
You do notice something, though. Haechan’s phone keeps on making little sounds, notifying him that he’s receiving text messages and chats. There was also a phone call which he ignored even when the street light was red, only saying, “I’ll just call back later,” when you nervously ask him about it.
It’s when he walks you back to your dorm, that you begin to gain the courage to ask about it. “You’re getting awfully a lot of texts today.”
“They just want to congratulate me,” he says, tucking his hands in his pockets so you can’t take a hold of any of them as you walk beside him.
You wish the earth could just swallow you whole because how fucking ignorantly stupid can you be? It’s the sixth of June today, and you were so busy dealing with the fight and minding your own business that you forgot the birthday of the most important person in your life right now. You can feel how your legs almost give out under your weight, your head’s spinning.
And apparently, you’re doing it again, so lost in your own thoughts that Haechan has to say, “We’re here,” to snap you back to reality. You’re now standing gawkily in front of the door to your room, palms getting sweaty from how nervous you are. Haechan murmurs something about seeing you later and you’re about to burst into tears from how terrible you feel for him so you hastily grab him by his wrist, fingers almost sinking into his skin from how desperate you’re being.
“Stay with me,” you beg with quivers in your voice. “Please, just—I need to talk to you.”
Haechan stares at you with cold eyes, his jaw clenching slightly. But he doesn’t pull back his arm and follows your trail with heavy steps as you step inside your room. He closes the door behind him and leans his back against it, still not saying anything.
You’re so occupied with trying to form a coherent sentence that you forget to be thankful about how your roommate is away for the weekend again, providing you the opportunity to have the entire room for yourself. You decide to not make any excuses and apologize for every little dumb thing you’ve been doing for the whole day—no, for a whole week even, since the time your fight started. But no matter what you say, Haechan is staring at you with lifeless eyes, as if he’s just too tired to listen—as if he just no longer cares.
And that scares the life out of you.
“Hyuck, please,” you whisper, closing the distance between you until you can feel his warm breath caressing your cheek. You have your palm pressing against the side of his face, “Say something.” You know it’s not right, but you lean in for a kiss. It’s not just because you’re desperate to pull an emotion out of him; it’s more because you miss him so terribly so, it’s driving you crazy.
Haechan has his eyes closed by instinct but he doesn’t kiss back, only letting your lips linger on him, sharing his breath. And though it feels like there’s a javelin slowly sinking into your chest, you try again, kissing him with more passion, hooking your arm around his neck to pull him closer. Haechan tears himself away, his gaze turning dark as he stares at you and you look at him back with desperation in your eyes.
It’s like something snaps inside him and he suddenly no longer has control over his own free will, because Haechan is now pushing your body against the door, slamming your spine against the surface none too gently with his hands on each side of your head, lips chasing after yours. You let out a gasp, both from the shock and the pain that stings from the back of your head, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper, tongue delving in to explore the inside of your mouth. His fingers trail down from your cheeks to your jaw, before they rest on the sides of your neck, his fingertips probing against your veins. You’re not sure whether he does it unconsciously from the sheer excitement or something else but the way his hand is holding you by the neck, his fingers low key choking you make your adrenaline runs faster.
He doesn’t give you the chance to process every single thing that’s happening, or even breathe, for that matter. The next thing you know, he already has his hands running down to your thighs, pulling them up so you have no other choice but to tangle your legs around his waist and groan when he presses your hips together. Hearing the sound of his name tumbling down your lips in a desperate, needy moan, Haechan groans at the back of his throat, his hands moving up to palm your breasts before they start to struggle with your shirt.
You’re doing the same thing, just as eager to get him out of his white shirt so you can latch your lips on his smooth sun-kissed skin. But unlike you who struggle to unbutton his shirt one by one, Haechan’s patience is wearing thin so he ends up just ripping your uniform, buttons clattering down to the floor.
“Wait, Hyuck—” You’re forced to swallow whatever it is you’re trying to say when Haechan sinks his teeth down to the skin that connects your neck to your shoulder, pushing the fabric of your shirt down to expose more of your bare skin. Your whole body shudders, clutching to him with every strength you have. It hurts, the way he bites and nibbles along your sensitive skin, but at the same time, it sends electricity down to every inch of your body.
“Do you have any idea how fucking pissed I am right now?” He says in a low, dangerous voice as he gnaws around your earlobe. “Turn around.”
With his nails sinking into your hips, he forces you to turn on your heel, pressing the side of your face against the door and tears your shirt away from your body. He doesn’t immediately take off your bra like he usually does, and instead focusing first on slipping his fingers underneath the band, thumbs glossing over your hardened nipples as he applies wet kisses on your nape. You almost let out a sob when his hand travels south, raking his fingers against your stomach before he takes off your skirt in such a hurry, leaving you in nothing but your black stockings and your laced panties.
Your entire body jolts when he slips a hand between your legs, rubbing you over your underwear before he suddenly pushes the fabric down and runs his fingertips along your folds.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers in your ear, his breath fanning your neck. “I’m surprised you like being treated like this.” But when you cry out his name, begging for him to stop teasing you already, he chuckles lowly. “I should’ve done this sooner.”
You’re sure that you’re just reacting this way because it’s him and not anybody else and you want to tell him that but you can barely form a word with him rubbing his fingertips along your clit. “You’re actually quite dirty, aren’t you?” He brings two of his fingers to your lips, forcing you to suck them into your mouth and you oblige, knowing what he’s intending to do. You coat them with as much saliva as you can before he brings his hand down to your heat again, this time inserting one finger into your entrance with another one following soon after.
You hiss his name under your breath, becoming a little lightheaded from all this sensation you’re having at once. “What do you want me to do?” He asks tauntingly, knowing he’s in charge of everything.
“Fuck me,” you gasp, eyes tightly shut at the feeling of him finger fucking you to oblivion. “I want you inside me, Hyuck, fuck.”
“Maybe in a few minutes.” His teasing tone is back but it’s different. It’s almost menacing this time, somewhat heartless. He picks up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you until you find yourself biting your lip to contain your sob. “Do you know what I want?” He carves his words against your skin, taking a handful of your hair with his other free hand and yanking it back so you can’t help but face the ceiling. His lips are hovering dangerously close against your ear. “I want to fuck you raw. We’ve never done that before, have we? I want to come inside you—want to see my cum dripping down your thighs when I’m finished with you.”
Fuck. You almost cry from the temptation. “Then do it. I don’t care just—” You arch your back, sinking yourself down to his fingers, moaning against the side of his neck. “Please, just fuck me, Hyuck.”
“Good girl,” he replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice but you don’t care. He can be as cocky as he wants for the night because you secretly like it. You like how confident he is during sex, how passionate and sexy he can get, and how desperate and uncontrolled he becomes at the end. You can feel your stomach flip at the anticipation, especially when you hear him working on his belt, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down only low enough for him to free himself.
“Let me fuck your mouth first,” he demands and you find yourself succumbing to his orders, turning around to face him before you drop to your knees, the tip of his cock protruding against your lips.
Haechan is still holding himself back, you’re sure, because he lets you take your own pace at first but his dominating persona comes back almost immediately when you only give him tentative licks against his slit. “Open up,” he orders, his fingers finding home in your hair and you loosen up your jaw to take him deeper.
Tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes from how hard he’s hitting the back of your throat but you try to keep up. He moves his hips, enjoying the warmth of your mouth. When you feel him twisting his fingers around the strands of your hair, you look up to see his expression. Haechan has his head thrown back in pleasure, his lips parted in a silent moan and you hum proudly to yourself when he brings his eyes down to meet yours. They’re glazed with lust and he’s so sexy like this with his breathing ragged, soft moans flowing like music to your ears. And he’s probably feeling the same about you, from the way he pushes the bangs out of your eyes, taking every detail of your face as you hollow your cheeks, swallowing when his taste falls upon your tongue.
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath, “You look so perfect like this. You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?” You hum, running your tongue along the prominent vein, giving kitten licks around the tip. Something gleams in his eyes and suddenly he commands you to stand up and pushes your body against the wall again, face first.
“Do you know how excited I was for today?” He grabs you by the waist, pushing his palm against your shoulder blades so you’ll bend lower, and positions himself against your entrance from behind. “I wanted to celebrate my birthday with you—just with you, Noona—even after our fight, I still wanted to spend it with you—”
“I know,” you gasp, thighs trembling when he rubs his tip against your folds. “I’m sorry—I was too busy with—“
“With work?” He taunts, “Or with that guy you’ve been seeing?”
“No—” A sudden yelp flows out of your mouth when he abruptly pushes himself entirely inside of you in one quick motion, his nails digging into the skin of your hips. Haechan moans a tad louder, much breathier, with his eyebrows knitted together in ecstasy. He’s more sensitive now since he’s not using a condom, directly feeling how wet and hot you are around him, how every clench makes him lose his mind and you can feel him twitching inside you. “Haechan—wait—”
He thrusts forward with such brute force, you find yourself pressed against the door. The dorm is quiet and with the way he’s slamming his hips against yours, the door making rhythmic banging noises against its frames, you’re sure you’re going to be noticed sooner or later.
“The bed—” You gasp, searching for the hands he has on your hips. “Let’s move to the bed—”
“Later,” he groans, his mind sinking in the way your heat is enveloping him.
“People can—” You have your eyes tightly shut when his thrusts get stronger. “They can hear us, Hyuck—”
He tangles his hand around your locks, making a messy ponytail out of them so he can yank on your hair as he rocks his hips faster. “I don’t fucking care,” he growls, “Let everyone know you’re mine.”
It feels fucking amazing the way he’s all breathless and rough, fucking you senselessly as if the world is ending, and it’s not long before your legs start to give up on you, quivering under the sensation.
“Fuck,” Haechan takes a sharp intake of breath, pulling you back against him when you’re about to fall. “Tired already, babe?” His chuckles are unfamiliar to your ears, as if he was mocking instead of teasing but you can’t really comment on it because he’s now pushing you down to the floor, forcing you to stay on all fours. “Now, now, what do we do?” He asks, spreading your thighs but holds your ass firmly in the air. “I’m just getting started.”
Every thrust of his hip feels like fire running all over your body and you can’t believe how good he is at hitting that particular spot deep inside you. You bite your lower lip to keep your voice down and Haechan notices it so he leans close, his chest pressing against your spine and you feel his lips and teeth caressing the crook of your neck as he speaks.
“Stop holding back your voice.” His voice sounds sultry, almost sinful to your ears. “I’ve told you before, right? I like hearing you say my name when we do this. Let me hear you moan.”
You shake your head. “I don’t want anyone to hear—“
“Well,” he doesn’t even let you finish. “I guess I’ll just have to force it out of you then.”
He slows down his pace, and instead of giving you fast, shallow thrusts, he focuses his strength on making each thrust hard and deep. You can feel your breathing being knocked out of your lungs, your toes curling in pleasure and if he keeps doing this, you know you’re not gonna last long. Your orgasm hits you so hard, a whimper falling from your mouth the way he likes it, and your body begins to shake.
Haechan laughs quietly against your ear. “You came, didn’t you? It feels so good—you feel so good around my cock.” He grabs you by the chin and roughly angles your head to face him. He kisses you hard, leaving you even more breathless than you already are before he says, “It’s my turn now.”
Haechan flips you to your back, spreading your legs wide as he sits on his knees, holding your ankles in the air like how he did the first time you had sex with him. Maybe it’s his favorite position, almost splitting your body in half, and seeing your face and your breasts bouncing up and down with every movement of his hips. You’re still dazed, reeling in the afterglow when Haechan pushes back into you again without warning, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, his lips parted forming your name between his breathy moans.
“I’ll never get tired of how you look when I fuck you like this,” he says, smirking in the sexiest way you’ve ever seen him do. “You’re so goddamn irresistible, you know that?”
It’s frightening how different and rough he’s being right now, and you’re about to cry out because you miss him—you miss the way he used to be. The adorable, annoying little tease that he was. How can you bring him back?
“Haechannie,” you call out, voice soft and quiet almost in a whisper. “I love you.”
His movement stops almost immediately, his eyes widening in surprise. He locks his gaze back with yours, his grip on your legs becoming loose. “What?”
“I love you,” you repeat, placing your legs down so you can sit up from your position. Your back feels sore, screaming in pain but you try not to wince. You reach out to grab his face, running your thumb along his lower lip. “I love you, Lee Donghyuck.” You kiss him gently, merely pressing your lips against his and you can feel how his body stiffen under your touch. “So calm down, because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be with you, as long as you let me.”
Haechan is still very much speechless and you decide to take control. You carefully push him down so he can sit back on the floor before you climb into his lap. You kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his hair before you slide down, enveloping him once again. There’s a small moan escaping his lips, which you immediately capture with your own and his hands find their way back to your hips again.
“That’s not fair,” he says, his cheeks reddening slightly though he’s still scowling at you. “You’re just saying that so I won’t be angry with you anymore.”
“That too, but,” you’re interrupted by a moan that departs from your lips, can barely handle the way he twitches inside you. “I’ve been feeling that way for quite some time now. Especially when we fight. I just missed you so much, I couldn’t stand it.”
His pout is growing back on his face, though not as apparent. “Well, whose fault do you think is that?” It’s perfect, the way he moves inside you and it’s driving him crazy whenever you clench your walls around him.
“There’s nothing between me and Jaehyun, I promise you,” you softly murmur as you place open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “I’d never cheat on you, Hyuck. You know that, right?”
He shivers slightly under your touch, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Still,” he breathes out, “It doesn’t mean I’m fine with you meeting him behind my back.”
“He’s my boss, I wouldn’t be able to avoid him even if I wanted—” You have to end your sentence short when he rubs his thumb against your clit, reeling in the sensation. “Hyuck, you’re going to make me come again at this rate.”
“Good, because I intend to make you come at least three times tonight.” He snickers against your lips. “So you won’t be able to forget who owns you.”
His movements become sloppy, going out of rhythm, even more desperate with each thrust and when you whisper with his earlobe between your teeth, “Happy birthday, baby,” he comes undone almost immediately with his face hiding between the slope of your neck.
He lays you down to the floor again, gently this time, before he hovers above you, his arms shaking slightly. “Holy shit,” he exhales, cheeks flushed and beads of sweat forming on his temple. “I think I came a lot inside you.”
“Glad I’m taking some pills then,” you reply, smiling a little as you cup his cheek, your thumb tracing the mole under his left eye. “You okay?”
“Are you okay?” He asks instead. “Was I too rough? Are you hurt somewhere?”
“Why is it that whenever we have sex, you end up asking me these questions?” You chuckle. “Yes, you were. And yes, I am hurt. My back is killing me.”
“I’m…” There’s a slight panic flitting across his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, it was kinda hot seeing you all riled up like that. It’s like you turned into a completely different person.” You pull him down by his necklace, murmuring against his lips, “I won’t mind if you fuck me like that again sometimes.”
It’s funny that after all of this that just happened, he actually blushes over your words. Quietly cursing under his breath, he leans back on his heels, slowly pulling out of you and stare intently at how his cum starts to seep out of you.
“Goddamn…” he mumbles, eyes unblinking as if he’s in a trance. “I really did come a lot inside you.”
“Consider that your birthday gift. Also, can you stop looking at me like that—it’s embarrassing.” You don’t usually get embarrassed about sexual stuff, especially now that your boyfriend’s shamelessness kind of rubs off on you, but Haechan really knows how to push your buttons.
Seeing you fidget out of shame, Haechan’s eyes twinkle, his lips forming a teasing grin. “No, wait, let me clean you up.” Despite what he says, he slowly pushes one finger into you, with another one following right after and you part your lips in a gasp but loss for words when you see him playing with his cum that’s mixed with yours, smearing it on the inside parts of your thigh.
“Haechannie,” you gasp, feeling his fingers inside you once again, with his thumb rubbing over your clit. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He grins, showcasing his perfect teeth. “I’m going to make you come again. And then you’re going to make me come again.” His face hovers above yours, wetting his bottom lip as he stares lustfully at you. “Since it’s my birthday and you’re obliged to do whatever I want.”
warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cum inside
summary: you were so good, but maybe haechan wanted you for himself.
you’re good, you swear you’re good. you have good grades, a good reputation, and you’ve never once broken the law. but, maybe you have. because, as you’re standing right in front of hyuck, you’re really starting to believe you’re breaking several laws. one being the rule of your heart. another one being the rule your parents set out for you. and, lastly, the rule of the book; no sex until marriage.
you felt like you were breaking so many different rules, your body going against you as your lips stay locked on his. he tasted so sweet, so soft. it was as if the world was about to end with the way he was kissing you, and you could feel the way your toes started to curl.
“haechan,” you pull away from his lips, seeing the way he was looking at you like he was just about to devour you. your heart tightened at the scene, and you know his dick only got tighter in his pants at the innocent image you had. you know why he wanted you so bad, he wanted to corrupt you in any way you’d let him.
“can i touch you? i want to touch you,” he whispers against your lips, his hands gripping your hips with all his might. you felt like your knees might fall to the ground if he kept this up.
“i- i don’t think we should be- ah!”
his greedy hands cut you off, trailing just under your shirt and letting you feel just how cold his hands really were. it was beginning to be fall, so you only figured his hands would be as cold as they were. fuck, he really had to make this so much harder for you. your back arched into his touch, trying to get away from his cold hands.
he chuckles, your chest pressing so tightly against his, “so cute, so responsive.”
you let out a small noise, and he could swear he could feel his cock straining at this point. you were so fucking cute, so adorable. he wanted to see just what you were capable of, he wanted to see the way your face would look stuffed with his cock, and his cock alone. a possessive groan of approval fell from his lips as he smirked, enjoying that he was the first person to ever touch you like this. this was his heaven, and your hell.
his hands trailed lower and lower, before finally giving your ass a squeeze. your eyes go wide as you let out a yelp before immediately covering your mouth, “haechan! we’re in the storage closet!” you wack his arm, giving him a glare while he laughs at your embarrassment. “anybody can hear us,” you pout.
he looks down at the way your bottom lip juts out, and he licks his own, “yeah, that might be the goal, baby.”
you’re about to say something back, but then his lips are back on yours and suddenly every single previous thought is being thrown out the window. he was so sinful, so against the rules of the book. but the moment his tongue meets yours, begging you to let him have dominance, you feel yourself falling into the moment and deciding that maybe hell is a beautiful type of pain.
his hands go to unzip your pants, not once breaking the kiss. and you let him, moaning against his lips when his long, cold fingers start to rub over your panties and on your clit. you almost fell in his arms, breaking the kiss and resting your head on his shoulder. he kisses along your neck, whispering soft praises.
“you look so pretty like this, y/n,” his fingers start to rub you faster and you keen, almost doubling over, “you’re so wet already, and all we did was kiss. such a needy girl, why didn’t you tell me you needed me this bad, hm?” he chuckles at the way your hands start to claw at his chest.
“h- haechan,” you whimper, your eyes looking up at him with teary eyes, and he swear he already feels close to cumming in his pants. you haven’t even touched him, for fuck sake. you were only gasping and writhing in his arms, and he already felt like he was about to combust.
“yeah?” he questions, his fingers slipping inside your panties finally, feeling around your slick core to get his fingers wet. he sees the way you respond, whimpering as your head drops again. “you want my fingers? inside your warm pussy?”
your heart thrums in your chest as you hold onto him tighter, a low moan coming from you. you don’t say anything, too embarrassed to actually let any words fall out your mouth. and he let’s it pass for now, only laughing and slipping one of his fingers inside you.
“fuck, so tight,” he hisses, “i wonder what you’ll feel like around my dick, huh?” he lets out a breathy noise at the feeling of your warm walls holding his finger so snuggly. “want another one?” he adds another, making you moan over and over again.
“p- please, haechan,” you felt like you were about to cry, his fingers starting to move in and out of you at a rapid pace. you could feel something building in your stomach, and he noticed by the way your fingers were clenching and unclenching around him, the same way your pussy was.
“such a good girl, taking my fingers where anybody could catch us,” he curls his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, “you want someone to see you like this? my fingers stuffed so deep in your pretty pussy? hm? want them to see just how good i have you fucked out, just for me?”
his questions cause you to fall in your orgasm face first, and you look up at him as you do, unsure of what to do and where to look. you could have only assumed he wanted you to look at him. no one had ever done this to you except hyuck, and you were so confused, but it felt so fucking good you weren’t able to stop yourself.
hyuck looks at you, watching the way you fall apart in his arms, and he swears it’s the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. the way you came, looking up at him without knowing what was happening or what you were doing. it was so innocent the way you looked at him, your hands holding on to whatever part of his body you would give him. and he relished in it, you were so pretty, so good. and it was all for him to have, no one else.
“good girl, sh, it’s okay,” he lets you ride out your high until you’re shying away from his fingers and he finally pulls them out, “you did really good.” he pops his fingers in his mouth, making you look at him with wide eyes.
“haechan! gross!” your face scrunches up in disgust. he couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped his mouth, and you scooted away from him, not enjoying the way he was basically mocking you.
he stopped laughing, pouting in your direction, “you’re so cute, baby. such an innocent soul.” he pushes a strand of hair out of your face, and you scrunch your nose up again, and he only smiles softly. he couldn’t imagine why you were messing around with a guy like him. you were too good for him, and he always thought that way. he knows he always will.
“haechan,” your voice coaxes him out of his thoughts, making him hum, “what are you thinking about?”
he looks at you, and his body suddenly feels very nostalgic looking at you, “just how pretty you are,” he smiles, and he feels like he’s straining himself to smile at this point.
you still look unsure and nervous, and that he notices. silence is held between the both of you, and it starts to feel heavy. he still had his arms around you, and you were still so close to him. you could only wonder what was going on inside his head.
he leans his head down, his eyes never once leaving yours, “y/n..” it was just above a whisper, and you could feel your heart picking up pace.
your innocent eyes look up at him, “yeah?”
“your pants are still unzipped.”
you slap him.
ironically enough, hyuck was your study partner. so, everyday after school he was end up coming over to your house to study. it was weird at first, but as weeks passed of being together, a small part of yourselves created some kind of bond. that’s how the two of you ended up kissing all the time, leading to the day in the storage closet.
apart of you was still so innocent, and another part of you knew he was just using you for his own personal gain. it was scary, in a way. because you wanted to believe he had some good in him, but every time you look at him, you know that’s not the case in the slightest. he was so stereotypically a fuck boy. always having that clean, shiny leather jacket wrapping so perfectly around his body. no matter what he was wearing, he always had it on him. sometimes, when he did take it off, it was only in front of you. it was on the days where the weather was scorchingly hot, and it made you stare at the way his muscles would pop out from the tight shirts he wore underneath the jacket. but as fall approaches, you know you won’t get to see much of that anymore.
“i don’t get this,” he looks down at the book, a pencil sort of in his mouth with brows furrowed. he looked genuinely concerned, and you could only laugh at his frustrated habits. it was something you saw quite often, and you started to become more and more fond of it.
“how so?” you question, leaning in closer to look at his book.
hyuck felt like he was going nuts. you had no idea what you were doing to him by such a small gesture. you were so close to him and he could smell the scent that was so distinctively you. it sent his mind in a jumble of emotions, unsure of where to start when it came to you. you smelt so yourself, and it was always so soft, just like you. it amazed him how he could feel so safe around just a smell, just a scent. and it truly amazed him that it was coming from you, and only you.
“haechan?” you look at him, noticing the way he started to space out and just looked at you.
“can we kiss?”
he wasn’t sure why he was asking this time. all other times, he just took the kisses from you, wanting to see what you would do. he loved the way you were so surprised but quickly eased into the kiss. but, as he asked you, he swears he could feel his heart thrumming against his chest. it wasn’t something he was used to, he wasn’t used to feeling this nervous, or nervous in general. but you just stared at him with wide eyes as if you had just gotten asked to step on a mouse.
“uh,” you stuttered, growing nervous, “t- that wasn’t expected. it’s not like we haven’t kissed before?” you tilted your head, wondering why he even had to ask this time.
hyuck nods, swallowing as he starts to avoid eye contact, “yeah, sorry.”
he doesn’t say anything else, and you’re starting to worry if you made him uncomfortable. you truly didn’t understand male anatomy, or how they thought. you weren’t allowed to be around them for very long, as your parents would be overly protective and say no dating until they find fit at what age you’re allowed to see boys. you weren’t sure about a lot of things, but you knew hyuck wasn’t normally one to ask for things. he would normally just take it, claiming it as his.
“we can,” you nod, swallowing your pride finally. you decided that, even if you may not understand why he did half the things he did, you would still agree. you would still stick by his side, because apart of you so desperately wanted to be in his life. you wanted to be important to him. you wanted him to wonder what life with you would be like.
hyuck’s honey eyes stare at you, and you wonder if you said the wrong thing. but as he leans in slowly, your noses touching, you know you didn’t. this time, unlike anything ever, he kisses you slowly. this time, he takes his time on kissing you. it was a weird change, but it felt good. so good. you decided you liked this part of him. you liked how he would raise his hand hesitantly before rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb on your cheek. it made you wanting more, wanting more of his touch, wanting more of him in general.
you slowly inch towards him, and he seems to notice because he pulls back, heavily breathing against your face. your eyes glazed over at him, and he felt like he was about to cry just simply looking at you. you were so pretty up close, he felt as if he had ropes tangled around his body. his chest was heavy, his breathing increasing when you scoot close to him, your sides sticking together. he was nervous, and he had no reason to be. but every time you stared at him with that angelic look, that innocence dripping from your aura, he felt like he was the living embodiment of satan, and you were an angel trying to transform him. and he would gladly walk wherever you went. and that terrified him most.
“are you okay?” your voice was so soft in his ears. it brought him right out of his thoughts.
“yeah,” he clears his throat, “you?”
you smiled, chuckling, “always.”
he stared at you closely, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he was staring at you like that. it was such a distant look, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking or even feeling. it was dark, distant, cold. you almost felt uncomfortable by his gaze, but as he leaned back in for another kiss, you couldn’t bring it in you to ask what he was thinking about. his lips were straight heaven, and you were dying for another taste.
he pulled you into his lap this time, making you straddle him and sit right on top of his erection. you knew where this was going, and you felt nervous yourself. is that what he was thinking about? you could only wonder as his hands trail so deliciously across your exposed skin, practically begging for you to take your top off. you do as he silently requested, unbuttoning and tossing it aside. he has to take a moment to admire the way you look. lips slightly swollen from the sucking, eyes dark but still so innocent, beautiful lace bra. you were so fucking perfect.
“so pretty, all for me, too,” he murmurs more to himself, but you hear it anyway. you lick your lips, avoiding eye contact as he laughs a bit. his hands trail up your body, stopping right below your breasts, before finally leaning in and squeezing them through the fabric. you mewl, your hips instinctively rocking against his, and he has to hiss to swallow a moan from coming out.
“you really are dangerous, aren’t you, baby?” he questions, and it lingers around in your head. you felt like you were spinning when his fingers go to pinch your nipples, making you cry out and fall into his body. you were so responsive to his touches each and every time, and it always made him swell knowing he was the only one who would ever touch you this way. you were his, exclusively or not, everyone had to know by know you practically belonged to him.
his hands lower back to your hips, “come on, angel. you can do as you please, you’ve been so good for me. you wanna ride my dick? want me to fill that pretty little cunt up?”
you gasp, your hips moving quicker against his jeans. you were wearing a skirt with only panties underneath, and it felt so good like this. your hands claw into his shoulders, and he chuckles at how desperate you look just from a few words and some dry humping. you were so adorable. sure, you and hyuck have fucked before this, but this time he was being more vocal, more demanding but also letting you do as you pleased. it felt so good. just to have him like this felt so good.
“please, please fuck me,” you whisper, your words barely getting out as he pushes his hips up against you, watching the way you crumble above him.
“anything for my angel,” he kisses your cheek, “do you want me to prep you, or are you okay?” his words were so soft compared to the way his kisses were aggressively starting to leave marks along your neck. he takes his shirt off while waiting for an answer.
“no, no, just want you inside me.. please, fill me up, haechan,” your voice was wavering, and he worried if you were going to be okay. but as you bucked down against him again, he knew you were.
“such a good girl for me. always so good.” he unzips his pants, letting his dick spring free as you stare down at it and lick your lips wantonly. he laughs, stroking himself a couple times. “like what you see, baby?”
your eyes meeting his mischievous one, “a- always.”
the way you stuttered was always so cute to him, and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched on his face while looking at you. he pushes your panties to the side, not bothering with taking them or your skirt of. he makes quick work of your bra, though, throwing it somewhere else.
“you can go ahead whenever you want, angel. today’s about you,” he whispers in your ear.
you bite your bottom lip, reaching down for his cock and placing it at your entrance. you rub the tip between your wet folds, and he sucks in a sharp breath, licking his lips at the sight of you starting to lower yourself down on him. you always looked so pretty riding him, and this time was no different. the moment your walls flutter around him as you finally make it to the bottom, he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
“fuck,” he hisses, “always so tight, aren’t you, angel? no matter how many times i fuck you, you’re always so tight just for me. only me.”
the sudden possessive words makes your walls clench around him, and he has to lower his head against your shoulder. you take that as a cue to start moving, rocking your hips back and forth before finally raising your hips up and down. you felt so fucking good around him, he was afraid of cumming so soon and ruining the moment. your moans were just as good as your pussy, and he relished in all of it, soaking in every movement, every sound you made.
“so fucking good, so so good,” his hands were greedy, grasping at every part of you that he could reach. kissing your neck and making sure everyone knew that you were to not be touched, that only he could do this to you.
“h- haechan,” you whine, your nails going down his back, leaving bright red marks you’re sure will stick around for awhile. but he loved it. he loved the feeling of you taking him, riding him and marking him as you pleased. he only wanted to please you, and he loved your reactions. “might cum, gonna cum. you’re gonna make me cum.”
your words were so filthy, your eyes shutting from pleasure. you were so cute like this, full of his cock, eyes tearing up, lip tucked between your teeth. it was all too much to handle, he couldn’t help himself from raising his hips with each of your thrusts, making you fall into his arms again, mouth hanging open and moaning loudly in his ear.
“yeah? you wanna cum all over my cock? come on, then, baby. cum, cum all over me, make a mess,” he licks your neck, the taste of sweat coating his tongue, but for some reason he loved it. he loved it as long as it came from you.
“f- fuck! fuck, holy fuck, oh shit,” you were getting too loud, but with the way he moved and pressed his thumb against your clit, angling his hips to meet your sweet spot, you couldn’t help yourself. it was too fucking good, he was fucking you so good.
“cum for me,” he says, and as if your body was completely his, you did. you came, whimpering and whining and moaning in his ear, your walls hugging him so tightly. he coos you, “fuck, such a good girl.”
he falls apart not too long after, unable to resist the way your walls flutter around him, his cum filling you up to the brim. you sigh, enjoying the feeling he rides out both of your highs. when he comes to a stop, he just holds you close to his chest, not pulling out just yet. you were so warm, so welcoming. he felt, for once, like he was right where he was supposed to be. he was supposed to be with you.
“i love you.”
he didn’t realize he was crying until you leaned back and went to wipe his cheeks dry. your eyes were surprised, but worried. you could feel his dick softening, and you let out a soft chuckle, making move to slip him out of you. he lets you, too embarrassed to keep you on top of him. the tears don’t stop as he zips his pants back up, and he can’t seem to understand why he was crying in the first place. he doesn’t bother with his shirt, only collapsing on the bed the two of you were on, covering his eyes with his arm, the only laying beside his body. you shake your head at the boy, taking off your skirt and panties and tossing them because they were getting uncomfortable. you slip his shirt over your head, smiling at the way it smelt just like him.
you make way towards the bed again, laying as close to him as you could. he could feel you laying so close, but he was too embarrassed to look at you or even move his arm away from his eyes. he just cried and confessed his love for you after sex, how much more embarrassing can that get?
“look at me,” you say softly.
he shook his head, stubborn as ever.
you roll your eyes, moving his arm away from his eyes, “please, look at me.”
he slowly opens his eyes at your tone, and when he does, he sees the way you’re smiling at him, bringing him right back to reality. a part of him wished you didn’t but the other part of him was glad you did. your eyes sparkled, looking at him with such gentleness, he could feel himself falling under your spell.
“i don’t know where that came from, especially with you still inside me,” you laugh, your eyes squinting, “but, i want you to know..” you whisper, leaning up to brush some of the hair out of his eyes, looking at him with intense yet soft eyes.
“i love you, too, hyuck.”
you never used his first name. you never once in a million years ever used it, and it made his heart flip. it made his stomach curl up and he could feel his eyes starting to well up again. how did he ever get someone like you to love him? was he even enough for you? no, he knew he wasn’t. but he wanted to show you that maybe he could be.
he bites his bottom lip, smiling up at you, “really?” he sounded so vulnerable.
you roll your eyes again, “no, i just used your real name as a joke and didn’t take your feelings seriously.”
“of course i do, hyuck,” you whisper more gently, smiling at him again.
he smiles back, leaning up to steal a quick kiss before he abruptly fist pumps the air, catching you by surprise, “fuck yeah! woo hoo!” he cheers, smiling like a kid at a candy store, “how much luckier can i fucking get?” he smiles to himself before looking at you again.
your laugh fills the room, and he smiles wider, “huh, so you are a dork.”
“and you’re mine.”
your eyes turn wide in shock, but you’re still smiling, hitting him against his chest.
summary: lee donghyuck was your best friend, but you hated him. well, at least you think you do. you hate everything that he is, and everything he had become. despite this, you find your friendship actually quite simple with him, never crossing the line of being too complicated. as time starts to grow, and as donghyuck starts to realize he wants to become closer to you, things start to change. and soon enough, you’re stuck on the ‘complicated’ line with him. your dynamic soon becomes like salt and ice.
your blood was running. you could feel your head turning hot and your hands becoming restless. you huff out a breath of air, your eyes scanning across the door in front of you. what the hell were you doing here? this was the last place you should have been at this hour. but you were here anyway, your body moving against you and knocking against the door with haste.
you hear a loud curse from the other side of door before it swings open to a very displeased donghyuck. his hair was sticking in different directions, his eyes narrowing in your direction, shirt barely over his head and pants hanging lowly on his hips. when he realizes it’s you who disturbed him at such an ungodly hour, his eyebrow raises and he has a smirk tracing his pretty features.
“y/n? nice seeing you here,” he leans against the frame, arms crossed. and you snort at the action, your eyes rolling.
quite frankly, you hated him. you hated donghyuck and everything that he was. but he was your friend, believe it or not. lee donghyuck was your childhood friend, and everyone knew that. no one made sense of it, and to be honest, neither did you. you weren’t a ‘good girl’, but you did care about your future just a bit. donghyuck, however, could care less. deciding that fucking around and causing trouble was his way to go. and you hated him. you hated your friend since childhood. but you were still his friend.
“never mind,” your voice was monotone, and he looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, “i see you’re busy.”
he rolls his own eyes at that, “not even. i was sleeping, idiot. you think i have a girl over at this fucking hour? fuck that.”
you nod your head, a smile creeping up on you. that’s right. donghyuck hated having girls over at night, he knew that was when you normally decided it was time to go see him. sometimes it hurt you for how thoughtful he could be.
“i see,” you shift on your feet, almost feeling awkward. you didn’t really know why you were there, in all honesty. and he seemed to know that, because next thing you know, you’re being dragged into his apartment. you let out a little noise of surprise, and he chuckles.
he shuts his door, “what’s wrong?” he questions, hand still in yours as he takes you with him to his room. you didn’t exactly realize just how tired you were until you made it into the confines of his surprisingly clean room. he was tidy, beyond most belief.
you sigh, letting your hand fall loose from his as you climb into his king size bed, “tired.”
he’s quick to join you, raising an eyebrow at you, “i know that’s not all, y/n.” and you hated how much he knew you. you hated how close he clung to you, knowing you like how he felt when he held you.
your body falls limp into his grip, and he tugs you closer, “i got broken up with again.”
at this, he tenses and his mind starts flooding, his stare turning intense the longer he looks at you. he could hear his heart in his head, blood starting to rush there. he almost felt light headed. he swallows, nerves starting to surface. in some ways, donghyuck loved you. he loved how driven you were, how you were respectful of others, and secretly loving. but he knew times a million that he wasn’t your type. you always went after the high scholar boys, even as kids. so, for the rest of his life, he will lay awake and imagine that you are his. he wanted you happy, and if it wasn’t with him? he had no choice but to accept his fate.
he eases as he holds you, “men suck.”
you chuckle at his statement, somehow finding his presence comforting. “they do.” but, maybe, he doesn’t. maybe donghyuck isn’t the person everyone else sees. you know he isn’t. he places a façade up, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you. you wished he would just let his guard down. maybe then you would stop holding such a grudge against him.
“can we sleep?” hyuck yawns as he snuggles into you, breathing in your scent that makes you somehow at ease. “it’s late.”
you look over at him, and notice how his eyes were barely open at this point. he sluggishly smiles at you, making you want to smile back. “yeah, of course.” you did wake him up pretty late, and you felt quite sorry for him. he hums a soft ‘goodnight’ and easily falls asleep. but his hold on you burns your skin, and you feel like you’re going against your morals by simply laying in bed with him. but he was your friend. so, why did your heart pick up when you looked at the way his eyelashes rested beautiful upon his cheeks? donghyuck was in no way your type. he wasn’t someone you could see yourself with in the long run. you were even surprised you were still friends with him after all this time, especially since you had such a bitter feeling towards him. but maybe that’s why you felt so bitter towards him. he became apart of your life so easily, for so long. and it scared you. lee donghyuck was all that you truly knew.
you stare at him one last time, before placing a soft kiss on his forehead, “goodnight, donghyuck.”
maybe you didn’t hate him as much as you thought.
“hey there, pretty girl,” you hear a voice behind you. your eyes come in contact with honey brown ones, making warmth spread through your body. you weren’t sure if it was in annoyance or fondness. but there was no denying the way hyuck’s small smile made you stare at him for just a second longer.
“hey,” you’re short in your response, turning to pay attention to the book you hold. you can practically feel his pout burning holes into the back of your head. donghyuck constantly demanded attention, needing some type of affection or else he’d probably combust.
he plops in the seat next to you, “what’s up?” he rests his head in his hand, sipping the drink he had in the other. your eyes travel down to his lips, watching as he sips the drink. you unknowingly lick your own, but it doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by him because next thing you know, he’s smiling at you like he won the lottery. “wanna kiss?”
you scoff, rolling your eyes as you turn back to the book once again, “in your dreams.”
“always in my dreams,” he sighs dramatically, making you side eye him. he was still smiling, the small moment obviously boosting his already large ego. donghyuck can’t help himself from admiring you for a few seconds. you had your lips slightly pursed, indicating you were in deep thought. or you were annoyed, but either way he found it endearing. your eyes were scanning over the pages like you belonged there right in that moment. he admires you like you’re his, like he’s allowed to and this is a normal occurrence. and maybe you can feel his gaze, and maybe you ignore it. because maybe you liked his eyes on you.
“is there something you needed?” you ask him, bringing him out of the trance he was once in.
he eyes you for a minute before finally responding, “no, not really. i just wanted to be around you, i guess.” he shrugs his shoulders as he takes another sip of his drink, the condensation starting to drip onto the table.
you nod, “okay.”
hyuck never understood you. he could never predict what you were thinking and it frustrated him, in a way. you were quite cold towards him, never once opening your heart to him. you barely even opened your mind to him. you were a mystery. maybe that’s why he stayed for so long. and hyuck never asked questions, and maybe that’s why you stayed for so long too. your friendship with hyuck was simple, you assumed. but there was a fine line between being simple and complicated, and you were sure you were right on the edge of it. donghyuck knew you practically dreaded being around him, and he always wondered why you never rejected him or shoved him out of your life.
“how are you?” the words seemed to come out of his mouth before he could think. it wasn’t like hyuck to ask random questions without a reason. this makes you raise an eyebrow in his direction, eyes finally off the book completely.
“fine, you?” it felt almost awkward to talk to him like this. you definitely weren’t used to it. most of the time, conversations with him were short and came naturally. but it seemed as if he was forcing it this time.
“fine..” he pauses, clearing his throat as he looks around the room. you were in the college café, the sun shining in on the both of you. he can see the way it lights up your hair and brightens your eyes. he swallows, seeing the few people who came in and out.
“donghyuck,” the way you say his name makes his spine shiver, “are you okay?” you look curious, an eyebrow raised in accusation.
in all honesty, he wasn’t sure. because from the way he started to notice your small habits all over again, he wasn’t sure at all. he could see you starting to pick at the corners of the pages, your eyes switching from one of his eyes to the other, your face relaxing as you waited for a response out of him.
he nods his head, regardless of being unsure, “yeah, i’m fine. i think i’m just tired. i mean, come on, nine in the morning?” he makes a disgusted face, twisting in displeasure as he glances up at the clock for a brief second.
you scoff, eyes going back to the book, “don’t tell me then.”
at this, donghyuck can’t help the surprise from etching itself onto his face. his eyebrows shot up, eyes widening and mouth twitching. he watches as you look boringly at the thick pages in front of you. you were undoubtedly genuinely reading it, judging from the way your eyes were scanning just like before he interrupted. hyuck can’t help from his brain starting to wander. were you upset? he had no clue, because if you were then you were being quite passive aggressive about it. which he guessed would be about right with you. but it didn’t change the fact that he felt... guilty?
you break the silence first before he can catch up to his thoughts, “you’re distracting, i’m trying to read.”
“am i that attractive?” hyuck puts up his front again.
you stare for a second too long, which makes him nervous. you end up not saying anything as you close your book, and he finally notices the cup of coffee on the table. you take a big gulp, scrunching up your nose at the slightly bitter taste. he takes a sip of his own drink, the cold liquid running down his throat.
“i’ll see you later, donghyuck,” you state, and he’s quick to react.
“where are you going?” he furrows his eyebrows.
you slightly raise your own eyebrow, “class?” you say it like it’s obvious.
hyuck shifts in his seat, “oh, right, sorry.” he clears his throat, “see you later, y/n.”
you stare at him curiously, before finally starting to walk away after a soft nod of your head. he sighs, letting out a deep breath. it was truly getting harder and harder being around you. it was never like that with you. he found your friendship quite simple as well, so what would happen if he starts to complicate it by changing things? he didn’t mean to draw closer to the ‘complicated’ line of your friendship, he truly didn’t. but as he watched you walk away, he couldn’t help himself from wondering if you would have let him walk you there. why did he want to be closer to you?
he’ll never be closer than this. he’ll forever be stuck in this loop of uncertainty, and it almost pained him.
the thought of you pained him, just a bit.
hyuck’s sleepy eyes were barely adjusting to the bright contrast on his phone as it loudly rings. he let’s out a groan, his slumber being interrupted. when he looked at the caller, his eyes go wide and suddenly he feels wide awake. it was you. you were calling him. he checks the time on his digital clock, furrowing his eyebrows as he sees it’s one in the morning. it wasn’t super late, but it was for you. hyuck adjusts himself in his bed, sitting upright.
pressing accept, he sighs, “y/n?” there’s silence on the other line, and he assumes maybe you miscalled him and he’s about to say something more, but you speak up.
“hyuck?” his heart skips a beat as he hears you call him by his nickname. you’ve never addressed him by that, always being formal in the way you speak. so when he hears you start to break down that piece of you, his body becomes on full alert. just for you.
“yeah? i’m here.” hyuck’s voice is soft and almost giving out on him as he sits out of breath just from hearing you call him ‘hyuck’. maybe he was being a bit dramatic, but he swears you were an angel reincarnated.
“sorry, did i wake you?” your voice on the other end is so, so soft. it’s not as firm as normal and it feels like you’re genuinely giving him a part of you that you haven’t to others.
“kinda,” he clears his throat, and you hear shuffling coming from his end of the line, “but don’t worry about it. did you need something?”
your eyes scan the room of your bedroom. why did you call him? you were completely unsure. but maybe you needed to stop trying to be so ‘sure’ of everything. exhaustion was starting to get to you and for some reason, hyuck was the cure to a long day each and every time. before calling him, you were unable to sleep. tossing and turning most of the night, and your hands and mind subconciously ended up calling hyuck, leading to now.
“no, not really.” you were being honest. you didn’t need anything. “i couldn’t sleep.”
hyuck hums, and he nods his head as if you can see, “that sucks. is something stressing you out or..?”
you shake your head, thinking he can see you this time. you’re quick to answer, though, “no, not in particular. i just wanted to call you, i guess.” you shift uncomfortably in your spot, eyes nervously shifting around the room again. you were starting to grip the phone a little tighter and your lips were beginning to become swollen from biting them.
hyuck smiles, and he’s grateful you can’t see it because then you might have closed yourself off again. he couldn’t have that. “you can always call me.” it’s so genuine that it makes your head spin a bit. you weren’t quite used to this side of him, and you were sure he wasn’t used to this side of you either.
“thanks,” you pause for a bit, debating on your next words, “you, too. you can call me, too.”
hyuck chuckles a bit, making the air just a bit lighter, “thanks, baby.”
your eyes go wide at the nickname. it wasn’t uncommon for hyuck to just outright say those things, but it still shocked you when he did. your heart started to pick up speed a bit as silence was once again created on the call. hyuck almost started to panic, but he decided to be patient because at least you haven’t hung up on him. hyuck’s flirty attitude normally annoyed you. but, this time, it did the opposite. you quite liked it.
“yeah..” you sigh, pouting as your response comes out shaky and he starts to bubble up a laugh again.
“yeah?” hyuck mocks you, raising an eyebrow as he stares at his bedsheets, imaging just how you look right now. he was sure you were just gorgeous.
“shut up,” you grumble, tone slightly playful.
hyuck grins from ear to ear at this, enjoying this side of you very much, “i would love to see you make me.”
you scoff, but you can’t help the heat you start to feel creeping up the back of your neck, “i hate you.”
“you wish you did,” you can hear the smile on his face as he speaks.
you stay quiet for a few seconds, thoughtfully wondering if you were starting to ease up on him more and more. you were. but you were unsure if you liked it or not. maybe you wanted that certain closeness with him. the thought of being closer to hyuck made your stomach turn, making you shuffle around on the bed again.
“you okay?” hyuck asks after too long of a silence.
you nod, before realizing once again he can’t see you, “yeah, sorry. i just lost train of thought.”
he hums, “i do that a lot.”
hyuck scoffs this time, rolling his eyes playfully even if you couldn’t see, “do you think i don’t think?”
“i know you don’t,” you smile, enjoying the conversations he sparks up. “hyuck, you never think before speaking.”
there was the nickname again. he tried to compose himself, “i never what before i what, now?”
you laugh, and it’s such a heavenly sound that he wants to lock up in his head forever. he wants this memory for the rest of his life. he can only really imagine the way your teeth show and your cheeks raise in a gleeful smile as your mouth produces such a happy and bright sound. his body starts to tingle just at the thought.
your eyes glance at your clock, noticing it was edging right near two in the morning, “we should sleep, it’s late.”
hyuck checks his own clock, before agreeing with you, “we should. pretty girls like you need their beauty sleep.”
you want to scoff and roll your eyes, come up with a comeback, but all you can seem to manage is a small smile on your face. “you’re so cheesy.”
“and you like it,” hyuck had a bright grin on his face.
you nod, knowing he can’t see this time. maybe you did like it. “goodnight, hyuck.”
his heart thumps in his chest as he licks his lips out of nervousness, “goodnight, baby.”
when you hang up, your body feels hot and tingly. you weren’t used to focusing so much of your time onto him, or anyone really. it was starting to make your head feel light. there was no describing the feelings hyuck gave you. and you were so unsure of where the line stood between you and him, but you were starting to not mind being unsure. because at least you had him, and you were too scared to lose that.
hyuck was growing onto you more and more.
this was ridiculous. absolutely fucking ridiculous. you let out a large breath of air, determined to start banging on the door of your ‘best friend’. just as your knuckles almost reach the door, it swings open. and you narrow your eyes at the sight of the pretty lady in front of you. you weren’t sure if the sting in your chest was because of jealousy, or if it was simply because he bailed on you for her. but to say you weren’t surprised is true. this was how it normally was with donghyuck, and that’s what created such a high tension between the two of you. you hated it. you were starting to remember why exactly you hated him in the first place. no matter how generous and thoughtful he could be, he would always be the same person he was a month ago.
“oh, hello!” she chirps with a light smile, unsure where to go with the conversation. you catch the sight of her slightly smudged lipstick and messy hair, failing to keep her composure the longer she stood there.
“hi,” you spoke firmly, like usual. you were starting to fall back into old habits between yourself and others, including donghyuck.
“are you alright-” you hear the voice of the male who bailed on you once again for a piece of ass. his face drains of color as he sees you at the door, suddenly realizing his huge mistake. but it doesn’t even phase you anymore, too used to the feeling of being disappointed by him.
“i’ll be going,” the lady speaks softly, aware of the tension in the room. you don’t watch as she leaves, stuck on glaring at donghyuck in front of you.
“this is a classic,” you scoff, your voice spilling with a vile tone.
he winces, “look, i’m sorry.”
you laugh bitterly, not once breaking eye contact, “that’s a bigger fucking classic. what kind of ‘friend’ bails each and every fucking time on them for a fuck from a girl? was it worth it? was she good?” you step closer as you reach inside his apartment, “i’ve been patient with you, donghyuck. so fucking patient. you don’t text, you don’t even call. not a single fucking notice from you, and i have to come here personally each time just to see you’re fucking yet another girl. i could give two shits who you’re fucking, but it matters when you cancel on me each time for someone else.”
donghyuck freezes in his spot. you’ve never spoken that much before, normally opting to a ‘i see’ and then leaving. the guilt sitting in the pit of his stomach is large this time. he wants to speak and tell you he’s sorry, but he realizes now that it won’t make much of a difference this time. maybe it never has made a difference, maybe you always felt this way. he was sure you did.
you huff, finally looking away from him as you turn your back to him and walk out the door that still remained open. you didn’t have much else to say to him. you hated him, and this made it final. you kept him around each and every time because he stayed by your side too. but this time was different, so different. you wondered how you could go from opening up to him to hating him again so quickly.
“y/n,” his voice sounded almost fragile. “i’m sorry, and i realize it might not make a difference this time. or any other time. but i just don’t think i’m sure of where my heart lies when it comes to you.”
you stand still, and it feels like the world did too. you weren’t sure how to react. what did that even mean? you huff, the air suddenly feeling suffocating. friendships were in no way supposed to be like this, feel like this. it was hell on both parts. why were you so afraid of letting him go? when you turn again and look at him, you see he’s avoiding eye contact with you. it was tense, neither of you choosing to speak first after his statement. you desperately wanted to leave, turn around and walk out. your heart was hammering in your chest and the blood was rushing to your head. you could even hear your heart at this point.
“i think i have feelings for you,” he gulps, eyes wandering around the room.
you scoff, “you have a sick way of showing it.” it seems that you completely skip over the meaning behind his words. you only really realize what he’s said after you spit out your comeback.
“yeah.” he’s quiet, and you’re not used to that side of him.
you believed communication was a crucial part of a friendship, but you were at a loss of words this time. where did your friendship go completely wrong? when did it suddenly become so complicated? was it secretly always this way? your mind was flooding with questions, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask anything.
your face turns into a deep frown, eyebrows furrowing as you try to complete the thoughts in your head. nothing felt right, not a single thing. maybe that’s why you leave that night with a simple nod of your head. you were unsure, once again. and you didn’t find comfort in it. you leave that night, a million questions unanswered and so many words unsaid. and donghyuck doesn’t stop you, and you don’t turn around. you can feel yourself just itching to turn around, but you don’t. you listen to your head over your heart, once again.
you end up going days without speaking to him, avoiding him perfectly. donghyuck makes no effort into communicating with you either, making it a lot easier to avoid him. as days pass, and as those days turn into well over a week, you can feel a hole starting to create itself in your heart. you were slowly starting to tear yourself apart each and everyday. was donghyuck truly that important to you? you tried filling the empty spots with studying and lots of sleep but no matter what you do, nothing ever felt right. nothing could fill that certain type of void that you knew, in a way, belonged to donghyuck. he was the comfort after a long day, no matter how many times he had disappointed you. you hated how much a part of you knew you needed him in your life. you hated that donghyuck had that kind of power over you.
you sigh, tears starting to prickle in your eyes. you scan across your desk in front of you, seeing the endless papers and pens and pencils laying there. you were slowly starting to understand what donghyuck meant when he said he didn’t exactly know where his heart laid when it came to you. because you were starting to become unsure of where your own heart was when it came to him. you desperately wanted to hate him. you shoved that certain idea in your head for so long just to avoid these kinds of feelings. maybe a part of you knew you couldn’t keep that up forever.
you jump when you hear your phone starting to ring, the annoying sound filling the once silent room. you search under the piles of papers, finally coming in sight with the device. when you see the caller, your stomach drops and your heart picks up. of course it was donghyuck. you stare at the screen for what seems like hours, before watching as the call automatically declines. you wanted to answer, but your fingers wouldn’t let you hit accept. your body froze, and your muscles seemed to stop working just for that small moment.
you let out a strong breath of air, wiping away the excess tears. you were starting to run out of energy. you quickly became exhausted, eyes drooping as you lightly place your phone back down. simply thinking about donghyuck was becoming draining, and you just wished you could turn that part of you off. the part that secretly cared so deeply for him. the part that wanted to keep trying for him. the part that kept bringing him back in, each and every time. but maybe you knew there was no turning that off.
there was no turning back from caring for donghyuck.
two whole weeks of not talking to donghyuck, and you were starting to fall into this sickly slow routine. it felt like days were dreadfully passing one by one. as you were studying, you hear a knock on your door. and you already assumed who it was, your brain starting to come back to its senses. and you don’t seem to hesitate this time as you make way to the door, swinging it open just to come in contact with honey brown eyes. you hated how significantly beautiful he looked, even with bags under his eyes and messy hair.
“i hate you,” you breathe out, your chest tightening the longer you look at him.
“i know,” he says, and you almost want to cry from hearing his voice after so long. “i know you do.”
“you’re such a fucking jerk, donghyuck.” and you fall into him. your body slugs its way into his arms, and he accepts you like you belong there and nowhere else. and maybe you did, but you weren’t admitting that anytime soon. your arms wrap around his torso, holding him so tightly you were almost worried for his lungs and ribs. but he didn’t seem to care. he just held you, his own arms wrapping around your shoulders and tugging you closer.
you can make out the scent that’s so distinctively him, your hands starting to fist into his shirt and causing it to wrinkle. you hold onto him and this moment so tightly. you were almost afraid he would disappear. why did you need him so bad?
when you start to pull away, he lets out a sigh. you can see just how exhausted and tired he was. “i’m sorry.” his voice is hoarse, and his eyes are barely awake.
you press your lips to his. and there’s no describing the feeling you get when he kisses you like you are all he needs in that very moment. his hands are on your body quicker than you can imagine, and your own are in his hair, tugging and pulling to bring him closer. he lets out a noise of approval, his hands traveling up your shirt to feel your bare skin. you shiver, the action not going unnoticed by the boy you’re kissing. you don’t feel sparks, but you do feel butterflies starting to form in the pit of your stomach. donghyuck was not the person you needed, but he was desperately what you wanted.
he makes his way into your small complex finally, shutting the door behind him as he kisses you for all he’s worth. and you feel that hole in your heart beginning to be filled the longer you kiss him. his tongue swipes along your lower lip, asking for access to which you grant him. the world seems to be falling into place for that small moment.
“bed,” you huff, pulling apart from him. he nods his head, eagerly leading you towards your bedroom.
he’s quick to push you down, and you’re quick to place your lips back on his, your fingers already pulling at the strands of his hair. you noticed it grew just a bit longer than usual, but you weren’t complaining in the slightest. donghyuck hums against your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue and making you let out a sweet sound that goes straight to his ears. he can’t help himself from pressing into you, his hips rolling against yours. he needed to hear more of you, he was already addicted to the noises you made.
this prompted him in pulling away, earning the cutest whine from you. he chuckled at you expense, “i’m not going anywhere.” he licks his lips, “can i remove these?” he tugs at the hem of your sweatpants, looking at you for approval. when you quickly nod, he smiles angelically and makes quick work of removing them. he takes notice of the shirt you’re wearing, realizing that it belongs to him. “miss me that much?” his hands feel along your thighs, the skin soft under his fingertips.
“yes,” your response surprises him, his eyebrows shooting up. “it smelled like you.” he takes in the sight of your innocent eyes scanning him, the teary look making his heart beat wildly in his chest.
“fuck,” he lets out. he licks his lips again, “i want to eat you out.”
you laugh softly, “do you?” he nods. “i want to suck you off, though.” you pout, your hands starting to trail down to his own pair of sweatpants. he looks at you for a moment, before something clicks in his head. you’re about to ask what he’s thinking of, before he abruptly flips the two of you over. you let out a soft yelp, “donghyuck-”
“sixty-nine,” he says simply, taking sight of you straddling him. “ride my face and suck my cock.” you wiggle on top of him, feeling his hard on. he groans a bit, “please? i really want to taste you.”
you take a moment to think it over, before finally nodding your head, “okay.” he smiles at you as he makes quick work of his own shirt, making you follow right after. when his eyes come back to you, you’re shirtless and your breasts are right in front of him. he lowly curses under his breath, admiring just how beautiful you really are.
“holy shit,” he mentally devours you, his hands making way along your sides and going to cup you. you sigh into his hold, his fingers starting to pinch and pull at your nipples. the sweet mewl you let out makes his cock twitch in his pants. you grind against him, eyes starting to close out of bliss. “fuck, baby. so pretty.”
you whine, “please, donghyuck.” you open your eyes again to look at him, “let me suck you off.”
he groans, “fuck, yeah, okay.” he lets go of your breasts, trailing his hands to your panties. “take these off.” you nod your head, making quick word in slipping them off, leaving you completely bare for him. he takes in the sight of you once again, you were truly too beautiful for this world. so perfect in his eyes.
your hands tug at his sweatpants, “take these off now.” you smile sweetly at him, something he’s not quite used to. he’s not sure he ever would be. he follows your command, and you watch as his cock springs free from his underwear and sweatpants. you can’t help from licking your lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to have him in your mouth. he was so pretty.
“turn around and sit on my face.” his words were so vulgar, but he says them like they’re the most casual thing in the world. you can feel your body starting to heat up, following what he said. when you start to inch closer to his face, you become more aware of how close he is to your pussy. “don’t be nervous. fuck, please don’t be nervous. you’re so damn pretty like this, so wet.”
you feel his hands make way to your thighs, his fingers digging into the skin there, “donghyuck..” you want to say more, but he’s already working on your core before you can get anything else out. you gasp, a sound of surprise leaving you and turning into a soft whine. he revels in it, wanting more and more out of you.
“so sweet, too,” he hums against you. the vibrations make you curl forward, suddenly aware of his cock that sat there painfully hard in front of you. two could play, you thought. when your hand shakily wraps around him, slowly going up and down, he groans against you and pulls away for a second. “fuck, okay.”
he quickly dives right back into your pussy when he feels you spit on his cock before licking up the base. he sighs, his tongue running along your folds before pressing into your clit. you moan as you suck on his tip, one of your hands gripping tightly onto his thigh while the other is wrapped around his dick. he’s heavy and hot on your tongue, but it’s so hard to focus when hyuck begins to moan against you and dip his tongue inside of you, curling it to reach a certain spot.
“hyuck,” you call out his name, and his ears perk up at the sweet sound. he works his tongue against you faster and your hips buck against him, wanting more.
“such a sweet, pretty cunt.” his words make you take him back into your mouth as far as you can go, slightly gagging around him. he lets out a choked groan, the sound going straight through you as his tongue continuously curls inside of you. it feels so fucking good, your mind turning hazy as you try your best to bob your head and stay focused on him. when you pull back from his cock, a string of saliva attaches there between your lips and you let out a loud moan of his name when you feel him press his fingers against your clit. you lazily jerk him off, your head resting against his thigh.
“fuck, fuck. hyuck, you’re so good, feels so good.” he hums, speeding up again and making you start to grind down against his tongue and fingers. you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and moan, the vibrations making him buck his own hips into your mouth.
“shit,” he curses, “just like that, baby.” he feels as you start to speed up your own ministrations, bobbing your head quicker and wrapping your hand around what you can’t reach. “my pretty girl, fuck.” his voice was trailing away from him, making him go right back to tongue fucking you. you were so, so close. you could almost taste it.
“hyuck i..” you pull away from his cock, but your hand doesn’t stop its fast pace on him, “i’m gonna cum, shit, you’re gonna make me cum.” the hand that wasn’t rapidly jerking him off was still clutching desperately onto his thigh, and you were sure you left some kind of bruise there and some scratches. but he didn’t seem to mind as he hummed against you, encouraging you to cum.
“cum for me,” he licks you and his fingers pick up pace on your clit, making you wail out a cry, “cum on my tongue, let me taste my sweet girl.”
your hand tightens around his cock, making him hiss as you let out a string of moans and cries, your orgasm washing over you. he can’t help himself from cumming with you, the sounds you make being enough to set him off. you feel as some of his cum spurts onto your hand and even a little on your shoulder. and he licks you clean while groaning against you, helping you ride it out as you wildly buck your hips against his face. he thinks it’s the prettiest sight he has ever had the pleasure of seeing. he continues to lick you clean, and you have to swat his head away for him to stop after slowing your hand down on his dick. you roll off of him, your legs giving out on you as you lay next to him.
“you’re so pretty fucked out,” he comments, looking at you like you carry heaven in your eyes.
you laugh breathlessly, “thanks.” you lick your lips, tasting the small sheen of sweat, “you too.”
a light dust of pink spread on his cheeks, “you’re covered in my cum.”
“you’re covered in mine.” you spit back, and he laughs.
“we should clean up.” his voice is soft, and so are his eyes. his hooded lids trail across your body, admiring you once again. even when you look like a mess, he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl to exist.
“yeah,” you agree, “shower?”
“please?” he whines, making you chuckle and nod your head.
the shower is mostly quiet, no words exchanged as the both of you clean one another off. there’s no hidden meaning this time, and it’s not rushed. you want this moment to last forever. there was no fighting, no heavy tension, and the moment wasn’t complicating like the rest. it was silent, but it wasn’t suffocating. and you could only wish for more moments like these.
the two of you wrap up in one another’s arms for the night, letting tomorrow worry for itself for the night.
you felt like you were on fire, your body burning as you catch sight of donghyuck. he was on campus on time for the first time in awhile, and it made you swim with curiosity as you start to approach him. he didn’t seem to notice you yet, eyes trained on his phone with a bored expression. when you reach him, he looks up with wide eyes, like he wasn’t expecting you. you hadn’t seen him in almost a whole entire week. you weren’t avoiding him, you just simply didn’t have the time to talk to him.
“what are you doing here? we don’t have classes together,” you pointedly ask him, eyes almost narrowing in his direction.
“come with me,” he cheekily smiles at you, like you’re really about to follow after him.
“no.” your answer is so simple, and he pouts at you.
“why? i promise it’s good.” he tries to persuade you, looking at you with a certain look in his eyes. and you hate that look, because you normally always fall for it. he was going to tear you down one day.
you feel irritation looking at him, “i have to study.” your tone was quite cold, and he seemed to catch on.
his eyes scatter around the building, “just this once.”
you roll your eyes, “no. if you want to head to the library with me, you can. but i’m not going anywhere with you.”
donghyuck stands for a minute, considering your words before finally shrugging his shoulders, “alright then. let’s go.” he smiles as you look at him blankly before finally starting to walk towards the library. you weren’t sure what he had up his sleeve, but he seemed too content for your comfort. he noticed your slightly tense shoulders, but said nothing. he just softly hums to himself, hands in his pockets as the both of you walk.
when you enter the library, you send him a look of warning to keep quiet. he just smiles like usual, making you even more uneasy. donghyuck was in no way innocent, and you knew this. maybe you shouldn’t have invited him knowing this, but a small shameful part of you was curious what he had in store for you. donghyuck would never go to the library voluntarily without having something else planned.
you walk to the back, somewhere quiet without many people. you preferred this spot over anywhere else, and suddenly you’re aware of how intimiate this all seems. you place yourself in the seat, and he makes sure to sit as close to you as possible. you huff, bringing out your books quietly and trying to ignore his presence. you had no plans of giving him the satisfaction of your attention. your mind plays several past events with donghyuck, unable to pay attention to your studies as you’re well aware of his cologne scenting up the air. you want to hate him for how much he has consumed your brain, but you can’t seem to focus on that as he lightly places a hand on your knee.
now you know what he wants.
your eyes shoot him a glare, silently telling him to knock it off. he doesn’t seem to listen as he smirks to himself, looking at your lips. you can’t seem to deny the intriguing feeling you get as he runs his hand up higher to your thigh. you can feel his thumb rubbing in circles, practically burning holes in your clothes. you break eye contact, hands hastily clutching onto the book in front of you. but you never once tell him directly to stop, and he takes it as a sign to continue. it fills his pride, and you know it does. you curse to yourself in your head. you shouldn’t be giving him what he wants so quickly. but you can’t help yourself from slightly spreading your legs when his hand inches higher and higher before finally hovering over the button on your jeans. he watches your face, licking his lips as he imagines kissing them to distract you. his hand is hot against you, making you slightly squirm.
he lowers his face to your ear, “can you be quiet?” his tone is teasing, and you immediately want to slap him. but you also desperately want him to finger you.
you’re suddenly aware of where you are, looking around with panic, “here?” you ask back in a hushed whisper before looking at him. he was really close to you, you could practically taste the mint of the gum in his mouth.
his lips quick up, “i asked you to go somewhere else earlier, but you refused.” he lightly kisses your cheek, his fingers starting to move again and make work on your button and zipper, “so i’ll just have to finger fuck you here, hm?”
you look at him with soft eyes, and he admires you for a minute. you weren’t normally obedient towards him, always having to argue against him. but you couldn’t seem to stop the soft nod of your head as you spread your legs wider for him. he’s almost just as surprised as you, but neither of you say anything. his hand makes its way inside your jeans, cupping your heat over your panties. he watches as your tense shoulders start to sag and you ease into his touch, it fuels his ego. he hears the soft sigh you let out when he presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing in agonizingly slow circles. you direct your gaze back to the book in front of you, trying not to look too obvious. your hands are tightly clutching onto the ends, your fingers turning cold from the lack of blood. hyuck softly chuckles, watching you closely.
“you’re so cute,” he presses his fingers harder and starts moving quicker, “and you’re getting so wet, soaking your panties.”
your walls flutter against your own judgement, and you don’t say anything as he whispers soft dirty words in your ear. you gasp when he finally moves his hand inside your panties, fingers making direct contact with your wet pussy. he swirls his fingers around your hole, spreading the wetness along his fingers. he watches as your breathing becomes heavier, but he really wants to watch you try to keep your composure. he slowly inserts one of his fingers inside of you, and he watches as your eyes start to flutter shut.
“dripping cunt,” he leans closer to you, nipping at your ear softly, “so snug around my fingers. i wonder how tight you’ll be around my cock.”
you bite at your lower lip to prevent any noise coming from you as he inserts another finger inside you, pumping too slowly for your liking. donghyuck licks his lips again, enjoying the sight of you and feeling your body starting to heat up. his cock was becoming hard just watching you.
“faster,” you huff out, sounded quite breathless. you didn’t want to sound so effected by him, but it was getting harder and harder. “please..” you plead him so quietly, he was almost unsure if he heard you right. but when you look at him with hooded eyes, he knows he heard right.
he can’t seem to deny you, moving his fingers at a faster pace. the slight constriction of your jeans makes his palm rut against your clit, causing extra stimulation and making you shudder. he watches as your body reacts so perfectly to him. how could someone look so pretty? he was truly lucky that no one was around, because they’d definitely know what was happening from the way hyuck was staring at you right now. when hyuck curls his fingers upward with each harsh thrust, you let out a soft sound and immediately cover your mouth with your hand.
“feel good, baby?” he asks, looking at you with sickeningly sweet eyes. “you like my fingers inside you? inside your pretty pussy? i can feel just how wet and tight you are.”
you sigh, closing your eyes as your mind turns hazy from pleasure, “hyuck.” his name sounds so pretty and beautiful coming from you, even in a soft whisper. he finds himself completely whipped for you in that moment. he wants nothing than to please you.
“yes, angel? what does my baby need?” his voice is low and raspy in your ear, making you clench around his fingers.
“wanna cum,” you open your eyes and look at him while removing the hand from your mouth, your lips almost touching his. he swallows at the sight of you so fucked out from just his fingers. “let me cum, make me cum. please.”
he nods his head quickly, “anything for my pretty girl, anything.” he kisses your temple as you face the direction of your book again, nowhere near focused on it. he hears the soft whimper you make when he picks up his pace more, curling his fingers and making sure to rut his palm against your throbbing clit. it feels so good, he knows exactly what to do. and you find yourself becoming achingly close to your release, one of your hands reaching down to grab onto his thigh. your nails dig into his skin, and he watches with awe, admiring you like you’re the most beautiful creature to exist on earth. and he thinks you are. he imagines your nails digging into his arms and back as he makes you cum on his cock, but that’ll be for another time.
“i’m so.. close,” you whisper, your eyes squinting shut as your hips twitch.
“cum for me,” he urges you, “cum around my fingers, princess. right in this library where anyone can see.”
you shudder, your body seeming to comply to his words. your nails press into his skin so harshly, he’s almost afraid you’ll draw blood from his thigh. but he doesn’t care as he hears you utter out a soft whimper of his name, cumming right around his fingers and completely falling apart. he sees as you struggle to keep quiet, opting to rest your head on his shoulder while you nuzzle your face into his neck. he can hear your little whines so clearly and feel your breath there. it makes him swell with pride that you’re in this state all because of him. he works you through your pleasant high until your tugging at his hand and pulling it out of your pants.
“fuck,” you sigh, buttoning and zipping up your pants as quick as you can. “i hate that you just did that.” your tone is so harsh but it doesn’t effect him in the slightly. he just pops his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweetness.
he hums as he releases his fingers, “you taste so good.”
you hush him, hitting him lightly on the shoulder and looking away from him. you look at your abandoned book that you dropped on the table while in the middle of getting absolutely finger fucked by your ‘best friend’. you huff, still unsure if you even considered him as a friend after everything. you hated him, but you didn’t. it made you almost uneasy, but you try your best to hide it as you look back at the boy next to you. he runs a hand through his hair, looking at you curiously.
“i have classes,” you state simply, gathering your books and placing everything in your bag. he watches you with a raised eyebrow.
“that’s it?” he asks.
you furrow your eyebrows, “i have classes. i’m not skipping them.”
“i’m so hard right now, though.” he whines a little too loudly.
your eyes go wide, placing a hand over his mouth, “god, shut up!” you hurriedly whisper, “take care of it yourself, i didn’t ask you to finger me.”
“you loved it, though.” he smiles cheekily again as you remove your hand from his face.
you roll your eyes, “bye, donghyuck.”
he watches as you walk out, his cock hard and his heart suddenly feeling empty. a part of him wanted more than that. not just sex-wise, but he wanted you completely and wholly. he sits back in his seat, sighing to himself. he really wasn’t sure how else to exert his feelings towards you other than this.
he really fucked himself this time.
your eyelids were heavy, and your head was pounding. you were inevitably tired, completely exhausted. walking out of your last class of the day, you’re greeted with a bright smile and gleaming eyes from the man himself, lee donghyuck. over the course of the month, the two of you starting hanging around each other more and more. but it was never casual, always leading to something ‘more’. you assumed this was what others called friends with benefits, but you were still on the fence of calling him your friend. you really shouldn’t feel that way, but you couldn’t help it. you guessed for now, donghyuck was just someone you were fucking around with. you haven’t had actual sex yet, but you assumed it would come sooner or later. the thought crossed your mind several times, but it never came up with him. you weren’t complaining too much, though. he could eat pussy like a god and finger you well enough, and you didn’t mind sucking him off and giving him handjobs.
donghyuck, on other hand, was internally struggling and you had no idea. he was slowly dying on the inside. donghyuck wanted more out of you, but he had no way of asking properly. he had no way of addressing anything to you. he always had a hard time putting his feelings on the line, especially when it came to you. the both of you were never really like that. it was always a simple exchange, never being too intense or filled with too much emotion. he saw you as distant, or simply in another world in your own head. he wanted to be apart of your world. he wanted to be your world. but he had no idea how to be. and you’ll probably never know that.
“how was class?” donghyuck nods at you, greeting you easily like he wasn’t freaking out inside. you don’t notice any different.
“fine.” you sigh out, eyes tiredly gazing at him. he seems the way you barely keep them open, pouting at you.
“you didn’t get enough sleep, did you?” he sounds concerned, but you brush it off.
“no,” you pause for a second, adjusting the strap of your bag so it’s over your shoulder with more ease, “i was up studying most the night. time got away from me so easily.” you sounded so exhausted, he was almost worried. oh hell, he was worried. he knew he was worried for you.
“wanna cuddle and sleep?” he raises an eyebrow at you, the question sound too inviting to you.
you look at him curiously, before slowly nodding your head, “i’m so tired.”
hyuck grins from ear to ear at you agreeing, “my place or yours?”
“yours,” you answer quickly, “my neighbors suck, i barely sleep there.” you grumbled with a sour expression, and he chuckles at your cute tone.
“that sucks,” he says, walking along your side as you both make it to his car. he opens the door for you, just like he did this morning. donghyuck was now giving you rides to and from college, being way too doting but you don’t complain or make objections. he was grateful for it, and so were you.
as he situates himself in the car after helping you in, he drives away with ease. you watch as he becomes focused on the road, his occasional furrowed eyebrows as he silently becomes angered by the drivers around him. it was actually quite endearing, and you liked watching him so closely. you assumed he didn’t notice or mind, but in reality he was way too aware of your eyes. they were burning into his skin and a part of him loved it way too much, and the other part wished you would look away from him. he could feel his neck and ears starting to get hot, but he tries to brush off the feeling of your eyes on him. he sighs when he finally reaches his apartment complex, looking over at you as he parks the car.
“let’s get you rested,” hyuck smiles brightly at you, and you notice a soft dust of pink across his cheeks but you don’t say anything.
“can’t wait,” you yawn, stretching out your arms as donghyuck makes his way out the car and to your door. he holds his hand out for you to take, and you look at him gratefully. his palm feels so warm in your own as you take it in your own, feeling just how soft it really was. his slender fingers wrap around your hand, and you feel almost flustered. when he lets go of your hand, you almost want him to keep holding onto you. you shake off the feeling immediately.
walking to his apartment was quiet, but for once it was comfortable. it wasn’t a suffocating silence like most times between the two of you nowadays. it felt nice being able to be around him like this for the first time in awhile. when you make it to his door, he opens it for you and waits for you to walk in first, holding his arms out in gesture for you to walk in. he has a bright smile on his face, like usual. you start to find it more and more charming as the days go by, and that develops a fear inside you. you wouldn’t be able to handle loving him. the thought alone made you more cautious and more anxious.
“do you want some of my clothes?” donghyuck closes his front door, taking off his shoes with you as the two of you make it to his bedroom. you place your bag next to the bedroom door, another yawn escaping you.
you nod your head, “please?” you ask cutely, and he lowly chuckles.
“anything for you,” he smiles, handing you some of his clothes. you take them with a warm smile of your own, and he feels his heart start to flutter. when you start to strip in front of him, he raises an eyebrow as he watches you with a close eye. “right here?”
you roll your eyes, “it’s not something new for you to see, donghyuck.”
hyuck simply smirks to himself, watching you as you change. when you slip his shirt over your head, he finds it quite endearing. you look pretty in his clothes, and he decides he’ll offer you his clothes more often just to see you wear them. you don’t wear pants, simply slipping your own off and leaving you in panties and his shirt. he admires you like you’re a work of art, and he believes that you are. he moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around your body. you jump slightly, feeling his chest pressing into your back. when he starts to press soft kisses along your neck and up your jaw, you ease into his hold. he feels you slump into his chest, and watches as your eyes flutter close.
“too tired,” you groggily answer, and he laughs against your skin, making a shiver run down your spine.
“i’m not expecting anything,” he mutters, the vibrations traveling through your body, “i just wanted to kiss you.”
you hum, resting your head against his shoulder as you look over at him. he was incredibly close, you could feel his breath fanning your face. he looks at your lips, making you unconciously lick them. his own quirk into a small smile, before leaning over to press a soft kiss to your lips. this kiss feels so different, and it sends your mind swirling. there wasn’t a hidden intention, and his hands were soothingly rubbing your sides. his lips were so soft against your own, slowly kissing one another. it feels unfamiliar coming from him, but you were too tired to really do anything or think too much about it. it feels... good. you discover that you like kissing him like this. your mind feels floaty by the time the two of you part, looking into one another’s eyes as he rests his forehead against your own. he looks so pretty up close like that, and he can say the exact same for you.
“let’s get some rest,” he whispers, slowly pulling apart from you. you subconciously follow after him, your body suddenly drawn to him like a magnet and needing to be near him. when he lays down, he opens the covers for you to slot yourself next to him. you ease into him so easily, and it feels more comfortable than normal. it feels less out of the ordinary, and more like...home. resting in his arms, felt like a certain different type of home. the kind you never wanted to leave. but you don’t struggle against him, and you don’t try to escape that feeling for the time being.
donghyuck may have always been home to you.
“i don’t get it,” you huff, eyebrows furrowing in the direction of the boy in front of you. he looks at you with nervous eyes, scanning your face and trying to read the room. he had no idea what you were thinking right now, and that terrified him. “i really just don’t get you. at all, donghyuck.”
hyuck lets out a breath of air, and he’s starting to feel the same way that you do. he didn’t exactly understand himself either. he was never sure where his feelings sparked up, or how they developed. the two of you sat together on his couch, in the middle of kissing before donghyuck abruptly pulled apart from you with wavering eyes. you tried to ask him what was wrong, but he just shook his head. you wanted to know what was wrong, but you knew he most likely wouldn’t say. you never opened up, so you didn’t expect him to either. the two of you were stuck in that cycle.
“sorry,” he mumbles, slowly shuffling away from you.
there’s a strong silence being created in the air as the minutes go by. you weren’t sure how to go from there. your mind was starting to flood with possibilities of the way your current relationship with donghyuck would go. you stare at his features, watching as his jaw starts to tighten under your gaze. his eyes fall onto his hands that are fiddling with the ends of his shorts, and he only lightly licks his lips. he can taste the excess of your chapstick, making him frown. it truly pained him, because he wished your kisses were out of love, and not out of lust.
“don’t be,” you say quietly, still inspecting him from your seat. he looks at you briefly with a small smile before looking away again. his eyes were almost empty, and it made you start to worry. “tell me what’s wrong.”
“nothing,” he tries to assure you with a smile again, looking you in the eyes again, but maintaining eye contact this time. you frown at him this time, knowing that’s not true. you didn’t want to force him into talking, but it bothered you that he was struggling and not saying anything to you.
you were completely unaware it was about you.
you didn’t know what to do. you felt like you were stuck, frozen in place. you ease into your spot on his couch, sitting criss cross next to him. donghyuck returns to his gaze on his lap, his fingers now intertwined with one another. he screwed up, he really screwed this up. if only he wasn’t so hesitant about everything that involved you, maybe he could ease up again. but he realized that would never be the case. for as long as you were around, he wasn’t going to be able to escape this feeling. everything about you seemed to drive him crazy. the way you would laugh, the way your chapstick stained his lips after kissing, the way you smelled like his own version of home. no matter what, he was convinced you would have always been a big part of his life. a huge part of him was grateful to have met you. he would never feel like he deserved you after everything, and a strong part of him felt sorry. he will never understand why you stayed for so long, but he truly wouldn’t be able to thank you enough.
donghyuck looks at you again, seeing how you sit patiently next to him. he then realizes that’s how it had always been. you waiting patiently for him while he figures his shit out. every single time, it had been you. his eyes well up suddenly while you sit, unaware of his current debate in his head. your eyes were scanning over your phone, scrolling through whatever app you were on. he admire the way the screen lights of your face, created a gleam in your eyes under the dim lighting of the room. you were beautiful like that, and he noticed the way you would scrunch your nose when you saw something you didn’t quite enjoy. he noticed the small twitch in your thumb as you pause to read something. he was noticing small details that you were probably unaware of. he found them endearing, all because they were you.
suddenly, hyuck slowly takes the phone out of your hand. you look at him with curious eyes as he turns it off, placing it on the coffee table and looking you deeply in the eyes. you feel your heart starting to pick up speed again. his stare was turning intense, making you want to scoot away from him almost, but you don’t. you stay put as he tries to figure out just what he wants to do. and donghyuck feels his own heart thumping against his chest. you would always be patient with him, he realizes.
“you mean the world to me.” it’s so abrupt, and you open your mouth slightly in shock as your eyes go wide. “i’ve discovered so much these past few months. and it’s not just because we created some kind of friends with benefits thing here, but i realized this was coming for a long time now.” his eyes never leave yours. “you’re always there. you’re always in the back of my mind no matter what. you’re the only person who has stuck by me through everything. you’re the only one who makes me feel this way, the only one who makes me question everything. you’ve made such a huge impact on my life, believe it or not. and i believe you will always be a huge part of me.” hyuck lightly grasps your hands in his, and you feel your body freeze in place, “i will never be able to get you out of my mind, because you are my home, i’ve discovered. you will always be home.”
time stands still. everything stands still. not much else mattered in that moment other than hyuck. he was staring you down, and you realize he was probably waiting on a reply. but you had no idea what to say after that. what were you supposed to say? you look him in the eyes, seeing the world in his honey brown eyes. donghyuck was in no way always good to you, you know this. your dynamic was actually quite toxic at some point. neither of you knew how to outwardly put your emotions on the line. but as you look at him in that very moment, you realize maybe hyuck was all you needed. you realized you would always end up caring for him, no matter what phases he goes through. and he knows this. he knows you will always be there, and he promises in his head that he will do the same for you now. you deserved that, at the very least.
you don’t say anything as you slowly lean forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. he accepts you completely, the taste of your chapstick putting him under a spell. your hands leave his to trail along the nape of his neck, fingers lightly massaging his scalp in reassurance. he knows there probably wasn’t much you could have said in that moment, so he just kisses you back. he kisses you like he truly means it, and you can feel his emotions pouring out of him. his own hands grasp onto your hips, urging you to come forward onto his lap. the kiss remains slow and sweet, sending you into a frenzy. you weren’t used to kissing him like this, but you definitely weren’t complaining. it felt right. you knew this was right where you were supposed to be.
hyuck’s thumbs trace soothing circles into your hips as his hands lightly travel up under your shirt, but they don’t go anywhere. his hands are glued to the skin of your hips, sending a shiver down your spine when he lightly nips at your bottom lip. he smiles, before letting his tongue slip in your mouth. you let out a soft noise of approval, and he can’t seem to adore you any more than right now. he wishes he could stay like this forever.
when he pulls back, he sees the way your lips shine and your eyes glitter for him. he rests his forehead against yours after placing a soft kiss to your cheek, “i only need you.”
you softly smile, and he feels his stomach flip at the sight, “me too.”
he would not trade this, or you, for anything or anyone else.
you gasp for air, your back arching up as donghyuck works his fingers inside of you at a fast pace, his kisses marking along your neck, “feel good, baby? you’re so wet.” he hums in your ear.
you let out a strangled sound, “fuck, feels good. so good.”
he adores seeing you fall apart for him like this. you’re displayed so deliciously for him on his bed, and he wants to devour you. he curls his fingers up as your hands start to claw up his arms, indicating you were becoming close. you weren’t entirely sure how you ended up like this with him, but you felt too good to really care. your relationship with donghyuck was still undefined, but the two of you still haven’t stopped whatever the hell this was. you didn’t exactly mind, the air was less tense between the two of you at least.
hyuck bites your neck softly, teasing you, “gonna cum, princess? all over my fingers?” the moan you let out sounds like heaven to his ears, but for some reason, he wants to watch you suffer. maybe he was a bit cruel, because next thing you know, he’s withdrawing his fingers from your sopping core. you squirm below him and try closing your thighs together, only to be stopped by his body hovering over you. you whine, eyes shimmering under the light.
“what the fuck?” you ask, out of breath and clearly annoyed, “let me cum, hyuck, please.” he adored your begging, almost as much as he adored the way you said his name.
“you want to cum?” he tilts his head as he licks his fingers clean, your arousal covering them. you huff, throwing a small fit in front of him. he chuckles lowly in his throat, enjoying this side of you. “how about cumming on my dick then, hm?”
you lick your lips before nodding your head, “please?”
the way you beg for him makes his ego sky-rocket, his head feeling like it’s floating. the two of you haven’t fucked before, but the idea of his cock inside of you made you eager. you wanted all of him, and you could tell by the way hyuck quickly takes off his underwear that he wanted you too. you smile to yourself as he reaches for a condom, but you catch his hand before he can start looking. he looks at you with curious eyes.
“i’m on the pill, and you’re clean, right?” you ask, and he licks his lips before nodding at you.
“yeah, of course.”
“then you can cum inside me,” you bite your lower lip, staring at him with bright eyes.
he curses under his breath, “fuck.” he returns back to completely hovering over you, “are you sure?” he softly kisses you, trailing his sweet kisses down your cheek and jaw to your neck.
you smile in thought, “always.” your arms circle around his neck, softly tugging at his slightly long hair. he looks at you with adoration, before reaching down and slowly pushing his cock inside you. he stretches you out, making you gasp as you feel every single inch of him. “oh, fuck.” you sound strained, making him stop with worried eyes. you laugh a bit, “keep going, hyuck. please.” you sounded so out of breath.
he kisses your neck again, hissing at just how wet and hot and tight you were around his cock, “shit.” one of his hands grip onto your hip tightly, the other beside your head and clutching onto the sheets. your own hands were in his hair, tugging at his strands. “so tight, baby. you’re so fucking tight and warm, so snug around my cock. you were made for me.” he huffs, licking along your jaw before sucking there.
you let out a pleased sound, wiggling your hips as he bottoms out, “move, please. wanna feel you, want you to fuck me.” one of your hands travel down to his back, lightly pressing your nails into his skin as he immediately follows your request. you can feel the drag of his cock inside you, and you can’t deny just how good he feels. “oh god, hyuck.” your nails press just a bit harder, not enough to cause alarm.
“so good, baby.” he praises you, his own breath is being swept right out of his lungs as he feels you clench around him, “you’re doing so good, feels so fucking good.” he lets out a groan, his hips moving at such a steady rhythm. and while you love it, you want more. you need more.
“more, faster.” you kiss his shoulder as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek, “please, go faster, hyuck.”
and he can’t seem to deny you, speeding up the thrust of his hips. you can feel his cock hitting right against your sweet spot, making you arch your back up and press your chest to his. you let out a whine of his name, telling him to keep right there. he quickens his pace again, this time with his cock pushing right against where you need him most. and it feels so fucking good, making you throw your head back against the pillow with your eyes shut. he admires you, seeing just how pretty you look losing yourself on his cock.
“such a good girl,” he hushes, hearing the small mewl you let out at the praise. he chuckles, sweat starting to form on his body as he keeps up the fast pace of his hips. you were so tight around him, he was going to start losing his mind soon. you were clenching around his dick so much, and he knows you don’t mean to but, fuck, it was driving him insane. “baby..”
your nails press into him harder as a response, “wh- what?”
hyuck licks his lips, “look at me.” he kisses you on the lips, “please?” when you slowly start to open your eyes, you immediately want to roll them back in your head out of pleasure. “there’s my pretty girl. always my good girl.”
you let out a strangled moan, “please, wanna cum.”
“already?” he starts to thrust harder into you, your heat tightening around his cock again. “fuck, so fucking greedy for my cock. you wanna cum all over me, hm? all over my cock? make a mess?”
you whine out, “please! oh god, please, hyuck. wanna cum on your cock.”
his dick twitches, but he’s not quite there yet, “can you wait? just a bit longer?”
you shake your head, “no, please..”
hyuck licks his lips as you squint your eyes shut again, tears starting to brim there. he takes sight of you, admiring what he sees. “just a bit.. longer, baby.”
you try as hard as you can to hold it, but you gasp out as hyuck presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing fast circles against the bud, “hyuck! fuck, i’m cumming, i’m gonna cum, oh fuck fuck fuck.” you thrash underneath him, feeling as your high takes over your body and you clench sporadically around him, making him slow his thrusts down just a bit.
you don’t seem to register he’s still thrusting into you before you his from being overstimulated, “you just couldn’t hold it, could you, baby?”
you shake your head, one of your hands clawing up his back as the other tugs desperately onto his hair. he loves seeing you like this, watching as your eyes open back up again with small tears in them. he licks his lips, leaning down to kiss you quickly before thrusting into you at his previous pace again as his thumb continues to rub your clit. you cry out, nails digging into him.
“o- oh fuck! hyuck please, please..” you weren’t sure what you were begging for, but you’ve never felt so damn good before.
“can you cum again then, princess? can my baby cum on my cock for the second time?” his words feel so dirty, but sound so good coming from him. “hm?” he waits for a response while he fucks you like he won’t get to for a long time.
“yes, fuck, yes. i can.” your mouth releases the prettiest sounds, going straight to his cock as it twitches inside of you. you can tell he’s close from the way his hips stutter against you, and his thumb presses harder into your clit. his thrusts were becoming desperate, making you whine. “wanna cum on your cock again, hyuck. wanna feel you cum inside me, fill me up.” you’re so sensitive, but you want nothing more than to make him cum.
“fuck,” he lets out a loud groan, “cum for me, then, pretty girl. let me fill this pretty pussy up with my cum. make you mine.”
one last thrust, and you’re coming undone around him for the second time. the way you claw at his back and practically shout his name out sets him off, feeling your tight walls grasp onto his cock. and it feels so good, so fucking good. his cum shoots inside of you, warm and full. you gasp out as hyuck bites down onto your shoulder with a groan, riding out both of your highs.
“my baby,” he kisses the spot he bit, soothing it with his tongue after. you smile at the gesture, kissing the spot behind his ear.
hyuck only pulls back after a few minutes of staying like that, watching as some of his cum falls out of you. he grins at you, making you playfully roll your eyes. he hurriedly gets a rag, making sure to clean you up well before tossing you one of his shirts while he places his underwear back on. he offers you a pair of panties with a raise of his eyebrows, and you gracefully accept it. you always kept some of your clothes here just in case, and you’re suddenly aware of how close that makes you and him.
he climbs in with you, placing a blanket over the two of you, “i really can’t get enough of you, i hope you know that.”
you smile at him, “i can’t get enough of you either.”
and you knew the both of you were telling the truth.
the air was crisp, you could feel it in your lungs. your eyes travel towards the male beside you and see the small smile on his face as he feels your gaze. your hands stay intertwined together, like you were a sweet couple who couldn’t take being apart. the two of you walk hand in hand, and there’s nothing to fear in that moment. because you had him, and he had you. you lick your lips after some time, and hyuck turns his head to look at you.
“good?” he asks with a soft tilt to his head.
you nod back, “yeah, i’m good. you?”
he smiles at you, “with you? always.”
he turns his head to the path in front of him, still continuing to walk with your hand tightly in his. the two of you were walking back to his place from a local coffee shop. it feels surreal being around him like this, and not feeling a pang of hurt lingering there or a tinge of annoyance. it feels good, though. and you really could get used to this side of your relationship. you assumed he thought the same way from the small smile that wouldn’t leave his face ever since he first saw you this morning. you smile to yourself at the thought, and you feel hyuck start to swing your hands in the air. you giggle a bit, and he’s quick to place a kiss on the back of your hand with an endearing smile.
when you finally make it to his apartment building, the both of you walk in and head towards the elevator. you could feel the both of your palms starting to slightly sweat, but neither of you make a move to let go. as the two of you hear the ping to his floor, you make way to his door. he reluctantly pulls his hand away with a shy look, scuffling around to find his keys in his pockets. he unlocks the door, before pressing his back against it and making way for you to enter. you smile at him and place a kiss on his cheek as you walk in, the familiar scent and feeling of his apartment enveloping you in a warm hug. you welcome it, looking around.
“it always smells nice in here,” you state as he closes the door and locks it. he nods as he takes his shoes off, and you follow right after him to take your own off. “it smells like you.”
hyuck walks towards you with a pretty grin, “yeah?” his arms wrap around your waist, tugging you against him. your body fits perfectly against him, you decide.
“yeah,” you breathe, looking into his honey brown eyes. he was dreams and honey. you smile in thought, and he raises an eyebrow.
“what’re you think about?” he can’t help himself from kissing your own cheek, returning your earlier gesture when you walked in.
you accept him with open arms, your hands tangling in his long hair, “we really grew.” you pause as he waits for you to continue. you frown slightly, “i used to actually hate you.”
he nods, “i know.”
you figured he knew. you stand silently as you look into his eyes. you feel as if you can see the entire universe in them, and you decide then that maybe you didn’t hate him back then.
“no,” you start, and he looks at you with a curious look, “i think i just wanted to believe i hated you. it was easier than admitting that you hurt me back then.” you lean into him further, and you can feel his thumbs rubbing your back in soothing circles. “we both had a lot of faults.”
“i had the most,” he snorts.
you shake your head, “quit that. it doesn’t matter right now, does it?”
he stares at you and shakes his head back, “definitely not.”
“if i’m honest,” you talk in almost a hushed whisper, “i believe you’re all i want, all i need. always have been.”
he rests his forehead against yours and glances slowly across your features, capturing you in his mind forever, “i only need you and only want you, too.”
you smile to yourself, before leaning in and finally kissing him on the lips. you can still taste the soft tinge of coffee on his lips, and you find comfort in it as he kisses you softly, slowly. there’s no rush in the way he kisses you. his hands burn into your skin as they travel beneath your shirt, needing to feel your skin on his. you realize then that you would do anything for the man in front of you. you would travel the ends of the earth, if it meant having him like this for the rest of your life. he was your solace at the end of it all, and you knew that now. there was no more denying him, no more denying how you felt or where the both of you stood. there were no more lines in your relationship, there were no more barriers. i was just...this. it was just you, and him. and you were more than okay with that.
when he pulls away from the kiss with biting your lip, you huff out a breath of air. donghyuck decides that you are the most beautiful human to grace the earth. he felt like he was floating in heaven right now, his head swimming and his heart soaring. he watches as your eyes flutter open, and he can feel the heat in your skin as he trails his hands along your back in a comforting manner. it was his way of showing he cared, and you knew this. you could feel the soft drag of his nails in your back, making you smile a bit from the ticklish feeling. he smiles back, adoring the way you look right now.
there were so many ways you could have left him. so many opportunities. but as you stare him in the eyes, you know you made the right choice this time. there was no more being unsure, this was right. you knew this was right. you don’t regret this one bit.
donghyuck looks at you for a bit longer, before uttering out his nexts words, “i love you.” you can see the stars in his eyes, and if you’re honest, it felt like love. it was you and him, against the world.
“i love you, too.”
he grins before pulling you back in for another long kiss. the words were music to his ears, and he wished to repeat them to you for as long as he could live. the world went quiet for the time being, not a single thing distracting either of you from one another. it was like everything was falling into place, the beats starting to make sense again. you sigh into the kiss, feeling at ease in the arms of the honey eyed boy in front of you.
he pulls back slowly, “don’t worry,” his eyes sparkle a bit, “i’m right here.”
and you were convinced that was all you needed for now.
so may you find in each other what you came here for. and trust that this is love because it is (love is trust). and tangled lives you may lead but into each other, never apart, till you can’t distinguish between being and being together.
a/n: please give this a lot of love! i worked really hard on this one, and it’s my longest fic i’ve written so far. i hope you all enjoy it! thank you so much for reading :)
synopsis → there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.
request → “if you're still accepting requests, can u make a domestic roommate!jeno? 🥺🥺 thank you and have a nice dayyy”
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sharing an apartment with lee jeno isn’t ideal.
it’s not that he’s a lousy roommate or that you disliked him in any way; you just didn’t know him. you had first met through a mutual friend. they knew jeno was looking for someone to split rent with and that you happened to need a place to stay. they promised you he would give you privacy and assured jeno you were excellent roommate material. with that, arrangements were made and soon enough you moved in together. of course, it was a bit awkward at first but you two eventually got used to each other’s presence. although you were never in the same room for too long and oftentimes went days without speaking, you coexisted.
for a long time, you only knew a couple things about your roommate. for example, you were aware of his strong love for cats, especially his pet calico, seol. you also knew he kept the freezer stocked with pizza rolls that he would use as energy when he stayed up all night playing video games.
what you didn’t know, however, was that you would be spending the next couple months locked in your apartment with him. on top of that, you would begin to learn more things about him—his life, his personality, his feelings.
there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.
1. he’s a heavy sleeper.
at 10:28 in the morning you find yourself seated at the dining table in the kitchen, spooning froot loops into your mouth. as you stuff your face, you scroll through your phone for entertainment. you decide to open instagram first but you quickly find that to be a mistake. as soon as you open the app a picture of lucas and who you thought was his ex-girlfriend greets you. if that was bad, the caption hits you like a ton of bricks.
@lucas_xx444: should have never left you
in only five words, lucas has completely erased the months you spent dating. it meant nothing to him. sure, things hadn’t ended things the best way but going right back to his toxic ex and even admitting to missing her—now that was a new low. was this his way of getting back at you? his way of making you hurt just like he had throughout your entire relationship? the thought alone leaves you feeling sick.
you decide you’ve already had enough social media for one morning so you decide to check your messages instead. your friends usually left a couple of them overnight. to your surprise, you find that your main group chat has accumulated 241 messages.
[10:48 am] you: good morning i see u guys have been vry chatty
[10:49 am] yeji: ur finally awake!
[10:50 am] yuna: we thought u died lol
[10:50 am] lia: YUNA
[10:50 am] lia: NO
[10:51 am] ryujin: the timing for that joke could not be worse
[10:52 am] yuna: humor is my coping mechanism leave me alone
[10:52 am] you: ??? what happened
[10:53 am] chaeryeong: we left msgs for a reason dummy read them!!
[10:53 am] you: umm there’s over 200 and im not abouta read all that
[10:54 am] yuna: well then lemme break it down
[10:54 am] yuna: the world is ending :)
[10:55 am] you: welp it was about time
[10:55 am] lia: why r u guys like this
[10:56 am] yeji: there’s been a covid-19 outbreak and it’s spreading like wildfire so the government issued a stay at home order :/
[10:57 am] you: omg WHAT
[10:57 am] ryujin: ikr it’s crazy we literally can’t go anywhere
[10:57 am] chaeryeong: and we can’t get boba today either ;( i was so looking forward to that
[10:58 am] ryujin: let’s pls take a moment of silence for all the current and future boba dates that will have to be cancelled
[10:59 am] yuna: no way am i gonna let some wannabe flu make me go boba-less i’m still going out >:(
[10:59 am] lia: ...ur joking right
[10:59 am] yeji: what color casket do u want yuna?
before the groupchat can distract you any further, you place your phone down on the table. you sit back in your chair and let the newly revealed information sink in.
you were stuck inside.
you sigh before standing to clean your dishes. as you’re scrubbing away at your bowl, you feel something brush against your leg. you smile, not even having to look down to know it was seol. the cat would often wander into your room or sleep next to you when you watched tv on the couch. in fact, you were pretty sure you spent more time with seol than his owner.
you gaze at jeno’s room. as always, the door is shut. you wonder if you should let him know what was happening. you two usually kept your distance but you figured that the circumstance you found yourself in was an exception. you quickly dry your hand and shuffle towards his room.
you knock once, quite softly. you assume he’s asleep so you try again, this time a little harder. still, no avail. the third time you put even more force into it. by this time, seol has found his way beside you and claws at the door.
“jeno?” you knock a fourth time. “jeno! lee jeno!”
after more shouting accompanied by incessant meowing, you hear some muffled movement. moments later the door knob twists open and there stands your roommate with disheveled hair and a robe that had obviously just been thrown on his body. seol has taken the open crack in the door as an invitation inside the bedroom.
jeno blinks a couple times as he watches the feline get himself comfortable on his bed. he turns back to you, looking slightly disoriented. you’re not sure if he’s half asleep or your sudden presence has thrown him for a loop. his voice comes out raspy when he asks, “was he, um, bothering you or something?”
you shake your head, vigorously. “that’s not why i came. it’s just that my friends told me that there’s been some kind of virus outbreak and we’re supposed to stay home. so, i thought i’d let you know.”
his face softens. “oh, cool.” suddenly, the look changes. “not the virus thing! that’s totally not cool. i meant, it’s cool that you let me know and stuff. you just saved me a huge freak out so, uh, thank you.”
you smile and nod. “no problem.”
jeno’s eyes linger as you retreat back into your room down the hall. the sound of his door shutting is heard only once you’re out of his eyesight.
2. he can cook better than you.
most of the time, you would go out to eat dinner with your friends in the evenings or at least stop by a drive thru. obviously, this was no longer possible in the midst of a pandemic. you found that to be incredibly frustrating as you sat on your bed, stomach empty. no matter how badly you wished to fix it, your laziness had gotten the best of you. apart from that, you already knew how unlucky you were when it came to cooking—the memory of burning noodles at lia’s house one night had been permanently seared into your brain.
you almost believe your mind is playing tricks on you when you catch a whiff of pasta in the air. for a moment you think it’s your next door neighbor, taeyong, cooking again. you knew he was quite the chef. but, the smell is getting stronger by the second and you decide it must be in your apartment.
you wander into the kitchen, only to find jeno standing over the stove. he’s stirring red sauce in a pot when he notices you watching him.
“oh, hey,” he greets with a polite wave.
you can only stare at the rest of the kitchen—pots, pans, and ingredients all over the place—in utter awe.
he chuckles, awkwardly. “yeah, sorry about the mess. i’ve been told i’m a decent cook but i can never seem to get the tidiness down.”
“no, it’s not that. this just all seems so... professional.” you sniff the air once more. “smells amazing, too.”
he smiles, sheepishly. “thanks. are you a fan of spaghetti?”
“good. i wanted to make something you’d like.”
“you really didn’t have to,” you say, leaning against the fridge. “i mean, i’ve never done anything for you.”
he uncovers a pot to check on the pasta. you watch as hot steam rises out of it. “what about this morning?”
you can’t help but laugh. “that most certainly does not count. you’re making an entire meal. that takes a lot of effort.”
he waves a hand, dismissively. “i used to cook a lot with my old roommate, doyoung. the guy was an asian gordon ramsey, i swear. so, yeah, this is nothing too crazy. and i really do enjoy it.”
“well, i’m still gonna repay you.” you fold your arms.
he looks away from his dish to raise a brow. “is that so?”
you nod in confirmation. “definitely.”
“tell you what, if you wash the mountain of dishes that are gonna be left over, we’ll be even.”
you stare at the sink that’s already overflowing with dirty kitchen tools. that wasn’t even half of it. “uh, sure, sounds good.”
he laughs at hearing the uncertainty in your voice. “that’s the spirit.”
3. he’s allergic to cats.
the familiar sound of soft purring is what pulls you attention away from the movie playing on your laptop. already knowing exactly who it is, you launch yourself off your bed to allow your furry guest inside.
“hey seol. what’ve you been up to?”
the calico meows, almost as if he were responding to your question. you close your door and go back to your original position. you notice seol sitting directly in front of your bed, looking up at you with wide eyes.
“come on up.” you pat your sheets, invitingly.
he obeys and stretches before laying down beside you.
“have you ever watched ‘avengers’?” you ask, eyes going back to the explosive fight scene on the screen.
this time, seol doesn’t even bother humoring you with a meow. he stays silent with his head tucked into his paws.
you scratch his head and his tail wiggles. “i’ve gotta stop asking you questions.”
both you and seol’s heads snap towards the door when you hear a knock.
“come in!” you call out.
jeno swings open the door. his eyes briefly scan the room before landing on the furball on your bed. the unmistakable look of adoration shines in his eyes when he sees how lovingly you caress him.
“seol! what are you doing in here? bothering y/n?” the cat jumps off your bed and towards his owner standing in your doorway. jeno scoops him into his arms and faces you. “i’m so sorry. he saw me running a bath for him and bolted.”
“it’s all good. he’s a great movie buddy. besides, i could always use the company.”
jeno curiously glances at your computer screen. “is that ‘avengers’?”
“yep. i’ve seen it like a dozen times.”
“same here.“ he pauses. “hey, if you ever need a movie buddy—like you know, one that talks—just let me know.”
your face lights up. “i’m gonna hold you to that.”
”i hope so. well, if you’ll excuse me, i’ve gotta give this guy a bath.”
seol yowls as if he understands the meaning behind the words and attempts to escape jeno’s grip.
“here we go again,” he mumbles under his breath.
you snicker at the sight. “looks like you could use some help.”
“oh, no. it’s fine. he can just be a little bratty someti—seol!”
in the blink of an eye, the feline has successfully hopped out of his arms and made a run for it.
jeno gives you an exasperated look before rushing off to catch his runway pet. you find yourself caught up in the excitement so you follow him, the two of you now in pursuit of the calico. you’re sure the image of you both chasing the fluffy animal around the apartment looks like something straight out of a comedy. even you and jeno can’t contain your laughter when he finally catches seol only for him to slip out of his hold a second later. this exact situation repeats itself a couple times before you finally get lucky.
“i got him!” you screech. “jeno! oh my god! what do i do?”
“bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!” he chants in response.
you head in that direction with jeno trailing behind you, ready to catch seol if he somehow manages to get out of your death grip. you bend over the bathtub, slowly lowering the cat into the water. it’s clear he doesn’t have a problem with making a fuss as he wails and flails his limbs around.
after a while, he finally calms down enough that you can lather him in shampoo. jeno insists on scrubbing him, arguing that you had already done way too much. you sit back on your heels, observing the way the seol leans into his delicate touches.
“looks like he likes it now.”
“he likes to make a big deal but he ends up enjoying it every—“ jeno cuts himself off with a sneeze.
“tissue?” you offer.
he shakes his head. “that’s okay, thanks. i’m used to it. i’m just surprised my allergies haven’t acted up ‘til now.”
“allergies?” you echo.
“yeah, i’m allergic to—“ another sneeze. “cats.”
your eyes widen. “really? and you still have seol?”
“i could never get rid of him. he’s too good of a boy. isn’t—“ sneeze. “that right?” he tickles seol under his chin.
“wow. you must really love him.”
“he’s lucky to have you.”
“what about you? you get both of us. doesn’t that make you the luckiest?”
you snort. “i guess it does.”
4. he makes a good shopping buddy.
“i have officially cooked everything we have.”
“i can order some takeout, if you want?”
he juts his lower lip out and gives you puppy eyes. “but i like to cook for you.”
you laugh at his expression. “oh god, you look like that one pouty emoji people use when they try to be cute.”
he sits up. “did it work?”
you nod and pinch his cheek.
he yelps. “ah, stop! you’re acting like my grandma!” he manages to get out of your grasp. he rubs his face, soothing the spots you had squeezed. “seriously, though, we really do need to stock up on food.”
“i’ve already been looking into it.” you show him the screen of your phone. “says here you can still go shopping as long as you wear a mask and try to stay six feet away from other shoppers.”
he cringes. “i don’t know if i like the idea of being so close to so many people.”
“i can go by myself, then,” you suggest with a shrug.
he doesn’t hesitate to deny you. “no way are you going alone.” his possessive tone has you staring at him curiously so he adds, “you know, in case you can’t reach something on the top shelf.”
the teasing comment paired with his innocent smile makes you gasp in disbelief. “lee jeno! that’s low! and to think i almost thought you were worried about me.”
“who said i wasn’t?” he smiles at you again before standing up. “i’m going to find us some masks and then we can head out.”
once you arrive at your local grocery store, you find it to be packed. everyone seems to be in a hurry, grabbing things left and right.
“wow, it’s already gotten crazy,” jeno mumbles, stopping to stare at the flood of people that rush by.
you don’t hesitate to scold him. “well, don’t just stand there! we gotta get our stuff before there’s nothing left!”
without another word you slip into the frenzy of people. jeno struggles to stay behind you. after almost losing sight of you a couple times, he walks a little faster to catch up and places his arm firmly around your waist once he does. you look up at him, your mask covering your slightly agape mouth.
being the gentleman he is, he apologizes. “sorry but i don’t want us to get separated.”
you can only nod and mumble, “good idea.”
jeno pushes the shopping cart with his right hand and holds your figure with his left. once in a while, you’ll break apart from each other to grab an item you need but once it’s in the cart, he’ll make sure you end up in the same position. after an hour or so, you’ve grabbed enough and you decide it’s time to pay.
despite the mask she has on, you can tell the middle-aged woman behind the cash register has a big smile on her face once she catches sight of you and your roommate.
“well, just look at you two.” she sighs. “how cute.”
“oh.” you glance at her then jeno then her again. “oh, no. it’s not like that.”
you attempt to move yourself away from jeno only to find his grip to be so incredibly strong that you almost begin to think he’s trying to hold you in place. once you finally detach yourself from him, you begin loading your groceries onto the counter for the employee to scan. she does so, but not before giving you a displeased look.
“oh really? he holds you like that because you aren’t together?”
jeno assists her in placing the scanned items in bags. “i didn’t want to lose her.”
she pauses scanning a can of tuna to stare him down. “darling, that sounds like a line from a cheesy hallmark rom-com.”
you can’t help but chuckle. “what he means is that there’s a lot of people here and we didn’t want to get separated.”
jeno adds, “desperate times calls for desperate measures.”
the woman adjusts her glasses. “well, you do certainly seem desperate to have her close to you.”
jeno doesn’t say a word as he continues bagging but his smile reaches his eyes.
5. he works out.
why did the pandemic have to hit in the middle of summer?
you often asked yourself this, complaining about how inconvenient it was. especially on the days that made your apartment feel like it was on fire. the days that required a thin tank top and shorts. even then, you found yourself to be drenched in sweat.
you sprawled your arms and legs farther on the sofa, the leather material proving to be very uncomfortable. it was either that or your bed with the warm cotton sheets that stuck to your body. just thinking about it brings you discomfort. the only relief you could think of was a cold shower. you would have already taken one if jeno hadn’t been hogging the one bathroom in the apartment.
“jeno!” you yell.
silence; other than the sound of the water running.
the water stops, temporarily for him to shout back an answer. “what?!”
you wipe at the sweat that has accumulated on the bridge of your nose. “hurry up! i’m melting!”
the water starts back up again and you groan. hoping to distract yourself, you pull out your phone. the group chat with your friends is surprisingly silent so you go to instagram for some entertainment. this time, your ex-boyfriend’s post isn’t the first thing you see. it takes you some scrolling but you do end up seeing another one of his pictures.
it’s simply two intertwined hands with a black and white filter. you identify the one on the left as his and although you aren’t as familiar with the one on the right, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who it belongs to. contrary to the last, this photo has no cheesy words for a caption, just a red heart.
but, your stomach doesn’t drop. you don’t feel hurt, either. obviously, you still don’t enjoy seeing him just because of all the awful memories that came with it but other than that, you feel unaffected by the image.
in fact, you feel so confident in yourself that you block him.
you’re surprised you hadn’t done it sooner. you had known you didn’t need him in your life any longer so why keep in contact? you feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders when you press the red button that would keep him and his girlfriend out of your life. you knew with your whole heart that you didn’t need to see either of them.
before, a bit if you had felt the need to keep an eye on him. to see how he was handling the breakup and torture yourself with the fact that he didn’t seem to care. now, you could say you truly didn’t either. you didn’t need him or his stupid pictures. you had other, better things.
your cat (yes, you considered seol to be yours).
you had to admit, jeno was the best thing on that list. quarantine had brought you and him significantly closer and you were over the moon about it. he was so wonderful that you kicked yourself for having lived with him for so long without ever really getting to know him. but it was easy to say you two were making up for lost time seeing as you spent every waking moment together. the record long showers jeno took being an exception, of course.
the moment the door to the bathroom opens, you rush into your room and quickly grab an oversized t-shirt and loose pajama pants to change into after your shower. you nearly drop them when you’re met with jeno’s soaking figure in the hallway.
his hair is damp and you can clearly see how long it had become. his skin looks healthy and moisturized, lotion among other skin care products had probably been applied. what really has you in a shock is the fact that the towel barely hangs below his waist. the droplets of water that fall from his hair and down his neck trail down his chest and toned torso towards the only area he has bothered to cover up. his bulky arms are also slightly wet, his veins popping noticeably. he shakes his head in an attempt to rid his hair of any water. then he runs his fingers through it, his muscles flexing ever so slightly as he does so.
“dude!” you exclaim, without a second thought. “you’re ripped!”
he smiles, his round cheeks growing at the unexpected praise. the way he could have such a rugged body but soft-featured face puzzled you to no extent. “thank you. i lift sometimes.”
“sometimes?” you repeat. “don’t be so humble! you’re basically hercules!”
he clicks his tongue. “ah, c’mon. i’m just an athletic person.”
you keep admiring his physique. “clearly.”
“oh god,” he groans, obviously flustered. “you’re looking at me like you’re gonna eat me or something.”
you hold yourself back from making a less than appropriate innuendo. “no comment.”
his eyebrows shoot up in disbelief. “quarantine is really making you go crazy.”
you point a finger at him. “you try being stuck inside with your hot roommate!”
“trust me, y/n, i know all about hot roommates.”
you tilt your head, acting purposefully oblivious. “are you talking about doyoung?”
“what? no i—“ he sighs. “you know what, just take your shower.”
6. you can’t say no to him.
jeno ruffles his black locks with his hand and frowns.
you give him a disappointed look. “knock it off, you’re gonna get dandruff in your soup.”
he ignores your comment. “i look like a hobo.”
you pause, spoon halfway to your mouth. “this i know.”
“y/n, this is serious!”
“okay, okay. what’s the issue?”
“i already told you! i’m a bum!”
“you? a bum?” you pause to think about it. “i mean, mentally? maybe. but physically? no.”
“my hair, though. it’s so long.” he grabs a strand of it and pulls it to emphasize his point.
you shrug. “if having lots of hair is the standard for being a bum, i think most of the population is.”
“i want to cut it,” he announces.
“you should,” you say, pointing your spoon at him. “wanna know why? because if you mess up, no one will ever know. other than me, of course. but if you pay me enough i’ll let you forget it.”
he smiles at the joke for a moment before he leans forward and his face goes serious. “will you help me?”
“what? no way. i’ll mess up. and it’s only funny if you do it.”
he pouts. “please?”
you stir your soup around. “just watch some youtube videos. after three, you’re automatically a professional.”
“i want you.”
the statement has your neck snapping up from your bowl to him. the smug grin on his face lets you know that he was well aware of the double meaning behind his words. it was clear he was trying to fluster you enough to get a yes.
“you think you’re flirty enough to straight up brainwash me into doing stuff?”
“well, i wanted to say that to you anyway but... kind of?”
you feel a smile creep onto your lips at hearing the genuine tone in his voice. you down your last few spoonfuls of soup and quickly stand up. jeno looks up at you, eyes hopeful.
“finish your dinner. get the scissors. meet me in the bathroom.”
not even ten minutes later, jeno practically dances into the bathroom, a pair of red craft scissors in his hand. he sits on top of the toilet lid, figuring that’d be the easiest way for you to reach him. you walk in moments later.
“i’m pretty sure we’re not supposed to be using these types of scissors for hair,” he mumbles as he hands you the sharp utensil.
you twirl them in your hand. “oh, definitely not. do you want to wait then?”
he shakes his head, his shaggy bangs swaying with the movement.
“alright, let’s get this going then.” you thread your hands through his thick locks to collect some of it in between two of your fingers. you bring the scissors forward and snip the small amount just to test the waters.
you slowly begin to get more comfortable and once you feel like you’re in your element, things begin to speed up. you move and cut faster but with efficiency. you do the spots on the back of his head and work your way forward. when it finally comes time to touch up his bangs, your small bathroom proves to be an inadequate spot to be doing this.
you end up standing balanced inches above jeno’s thighs that he’s pressed together tightly in an attempt to give you more room. you’re constantly readjusting your stance and when he notices, his hands go to your hips. you know he’s just trying to help you stay upright so you do a decent job but you still inhale sharply at the feeling of his hands on you.
not long after, you’re standing next to jeno as he inspects himself in the mirror. his fingers flick his newly shortened bangs around.
“not bad.” he tilts his head in a new angle and nods. “looks super good to me.”
you tuck the scissors into your back pocket with a relieved sigh. “oh thank god. i didn’t want to tell you before we started but i only watched two youtube tutorials on trimming hair.”
he runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “now that’s truly worthy of praise. and a tip.”
you raise a brow. “oh yeah? what’s th—“
he cuts you off by pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. he pulls back and drags his thumb over the skin that has come into contact with his lips. “thanks again.” with that, he leaves you standing in the bathroom, eyes wide and face warm.
7. he has six best friends.
“can i borrow your laptop?” asks jeno, from outside your door, nearly breathless.
you look up from your book. “uh yeah, sure.”
he rushes in your room and takes the item off of your dresser. “do you happen to have zoom on it?”
you shake your head and he groans. without another word, he disappears, running off into the living room. you hear his frustrated sighs as the minutes pass and he attempts to download the application. you finally decide to go check it out once it becomes too much to bear.
“it sounds like you’re in pain over here,” you comment.
he runs a hand through his hair. “i’m supposed to meet with my friends through a zoom call but it’s so complicated.”
you put a hand on your hip. “bet you five bucks i’ll be able to get it in five minutes.”
“are you kidding? i might be technologically challenged but i’m not stupid. i know you can do it fast, just help me out already, would you?”
you type and click away at the screen, jeno watching you do so, entranced but equally as lost.
“well, i was wrong,” you say after a couple moments, leaning back in your chair.
“you couldn’t get it?” asks jeno, worriedly.
“no, it’s not that.” you click something on the screen and the app opens. “turns out i could do it in three.”
he rolls his eyes and shoos you out of the chair. he sits down and enters the code and password for the zoom meeting. it takes a minute, but he finally connects. you count six other people in the call. they all immediately cheer at seeing jeno and you hear them excitedly exclaim his name.
“hey guys,” he says, a smile already reaching his eyes. “it’s so good to see your faces.”
they all nod to agree. you get a good look at each one of them and realize they’re all boys. your eyes read over each of their display names.
mark me in ur heart
“nice name, jeno,” ‘moomin enthusiast’ guy comments, snickering slightly. “glad to see you finally came to terms with it.”
‘jenojam’, his name reads. the rest of the group laughs, also teasing him about it. you assume it’s some kind of inside joke.
the self proclaimed ‘lil huddy’ furrows his eyebrows. “wait, did you choose that name yourself?”
jeno simply nods in response.
he glares into the camera. “donghyuck, you told me i had to put this as my name or else it wouldn’t let me connect!”
donghyuck—or ‘hyuckie~~~’, you presume—shrugs. “oops. guess i was wrong.”
you laugh at the humorous exchange. it seems like the sound has drawn some attention to you when ‘nananananana’ speaks up, eyes trained on you.
“um jeno? don’t you want to introduce your guest?”
jeno beams, dragging you closer into the frame. “i’m sure you all know about my roommate. say hi, y/n.”
you do so, waving and smiling politely at the group.
“you know, even though we used to always hang at jeno’s, i don’t think we’ve ever actually seen your face,” ‘chnele’ says, tilting his head.
you agree. “me neither. i’ve mostly just heard you guys.”
the ‘mark me in your heart’ boy sheepishly rubs his neck. “sorry. we tend to be a little loud.”
‘chnele’ lets out a high pitched screech of a laugh. “only a little?”
“i recognize that laugh!” you blurt. “i would hear it all the time!”
”that’s our little dolphin,” coos ‘hyuckie~~~’.
“oh god, stop. i hate that stupid nickname.”
“it’s well deserved.”
“i think you should apologize to y/n for being a nightmare to her eardrums.”
“and ours, for that matter.”
“what about all your little freestyles? i’ve had to sit through hundreds of them and i never got an apology!”
“because they’re not bad! could you do any better?”
“you’re a soundcloud rapper, i think anyone could.”
jeno turns to you as the bickering on screen gets louder and louder. “this is gonna be a long call.”
once the group has moved on from roasting the life out of each other, you’re able to engage in some good-natured conversation. jeno teaches you the names and the other basics about the group. some points that stand out about the group is that mark is the oldest, renjun specializes in contemporary dance, jaemin inhales six cups of coffee on the daily, and chenle is insanely rich.
“what about jeno?” you ask them. “anything i should know about him?”
“he’s allergic to cats but the idiot still adopted—“
“she already knows about that, renjun,” jeno chuckles.
“oh. well. that’s pretty much the only interesting thing about him.”
jisung pipes up. “oh wait! he works out religiously too!”
you and jeno share a look. you burst into laughter and he simply glances away, slightly embarrassed. “oh yeah, i know that all too well.”
“and what about the unhealthy cooking obsession?”
you nod at mark’s question. “that too. he cooks dinner almost every night around here.”
renjun purses his lips. “he already cooks for you? wow. he must really like you.”
“you think?” jaemin asks. “didn’t you read any of the messages in the group chat? he’s practically in love with her. his words, not mi—“
“okay! i think it’s time for us to go! bye guys!” jeno doesn’t even give you a chance to say your own goodbye before he’s clicking the ‘end call’ button in the bottom right corner.
you give him a confused look. “what was that all about?”
“they’re crazy.” he laughs. “well, if you need me i’ll be in my room screaming into my pillow for the next couple hours.” he dashes off leaving you standing alone, trying to comprehend what had happened.
8. he‘s a great listener.
jeno has officially replaced seol as your movie buddy, not that you have a problem with it. you thought it was nice to have someone you could actually converse with but of course, you make sure seol still sits in.
“what i’m saying is that iron man just wants to protect his team.”
“well, if they sign the accords, they basically surrender themselves to the government.”
“you don’t see a problem with that? see, captain america knows what he’s doing. he’s literally an avenger—“
“so is iron man!”
“let me finish! so, he’s an avenger, right? he has the best judgment because he’s saved the world countless times. he knows how to operate his team and do the right thing.”
“okay but there’s casualties. and that’s what iron man is trying to fix.”
“how do you save the world and not have casualties?”
“you just—“ your phone rings mid argument and you raise your finger towards jeno. “this isn’t over.” you put the phone to your ear, not bothering to check the caller id. “hello?”
you feel a chill go up your spine. was it him? no, it couldn’t be. you had blocked his number shortly after you did so on all your social media.
“baby, don’t be so shy. i know you’re there.”
you can’t hold back. “please don’t call me that.”
he chuckles, breathlessly. “oh, c’mon. you used to love it. you still do.”
“no, i don’t. actually, i don’t want to hear your stupid pet names or stupid voice or see any of your stupid posts. just go bother your girlfriend and leave me alone.”
you notice jeno perk up beside you out of the corner of your eye. he must have been caught off guard by your irritated tone.
as always, lucas is unaffected by you. “i’m being nice and giving you a second chance. i even called you behind soyeon’s back.”
“is that something i’m supposed to reward you for?” you scoff. “congratulations, you’re now awful, toxic, and a cheater.”
he growls. the sound was familiar. in your relationship, if you heard it you knew he was going to snap at you until he had the satisfaction of making you cry. “i know you miss me so don’t say things you’re going to regret later. because even when you’re back in my arms, i won’t let you forget it.”
the thought of being back with him made you feel icky. but the fact that he sincerely thought you would crawl back to him set your entire body on fire. “are you joking? i was always aware of the fact that you treated me like the dirt you walked on but do you seriously think that lowly of me?”
you’re rendered speechless and apparently, so is he because the other line stays silent.
“i wouldn’t go back to you if you were the last person on earth,” you spit. “you treated me horribly, wong yukhei. i won’t ever forget it. move on. i have.”
you glance at jeno, his expression more serious than you’ve ever seen it. his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are trained on your cellphone. the glare he gives the device is so strong you wouldn’t be surprised if even lucas could feel it, wherever he was.
you hang up and block the number, wishing to never talk to him again. you toss your phone onto the sofa with an exasperated sigh. you find jeno’s gaze to still be focused intensely on it.
“if you gave lucas that look, i’m pretty sure he’d cry.”
he breaks his concentration, eyes going to you instead. his entire face softens. “all i’m going to say is he better pray we never cross paths.”
“well, if you happen to, call me up. i wouldn’t mind helping you beat the crap out of him.”
jeno chuckles for a second then lowers his voice to a whisper. “he was really bad to you, huh?”
you nod. “he messed me up. i hate to admit it ‘cause i know i was stupid to stay with him for as long as i did.”
your roommate shakes his head. “don’t say that. it’s not your fault he messed up the best thing that would ever happen to him.”
“i thought i was the problem for so long, jeno. i was so blinded by love. then, i realized there was no way he truly cared for me when he treated me like i had no heart to be broken.”
jeno scoots towards you and rubs soothing circles into your arm. “you have such a big heart. and i can’t tell you how sorry i am that he took advantage of that. i’m sorry that you were stuck with someone so insecure and ignorant. please, don’t think about him anymore.”
you hold in your tears. you refused to cry over someone like lucas. “i know. i try so hard not to.”
jeno holds your head into his chest. his arms are placed securely on your back. “oh, baby.”
when jeno uses this pet name on you, it feels so completely different from lucas. you could tell me meant it. he wasn’t using it to make you stay a little longer, to assure you he loved you. strangely enough, you do not need to be convinced of that. you feel like you have known it for a long time.
9. he likes to be the big spoon.
you’re not sure how he’s done it but you end up falling asleep in jeno’s arms. you assume it had been so long since you had been cradled and rocked so delicately that the foreign yet extremely delightful sensation knocked you right out. even seol is deep in sleep, laying down peacefully at your feet.
you relish in the feeling of jeno pressed right into your back. he fits so perfectly against you that it reminds you of a puzzle piece. to be exact, the moment when you connect the last two pieces and the full picture becomes complete. that was how you felt—complete.
with jeno’s soft breaths tickling the back of your neck and his soft snores filling your ear, you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. his arm that is wrapped around you makes sure you can’t escape his embrace. you are positive that even if you had the liberty of doing so, you would stay exactly where you were.
you lean farther back into your pillow, closing your eyes. you let every thought fade away as you try to fall back asleep as soon as possible. you wanted the moment you found yourself in to last as long as possible.
10. he has feelings for you.
jeno mumbles sweet nothings into your ear as he toys with your hair.
it just seemed right to him. like something he was meant to do with you. he had seen these types of things in films and shows before. it was intimate and touching, the scenes were always meant to tug at the audience’s heart strings and show how in love the two characters were. perhaps, even though you lay asleep in his arms, he wants you to finally know.
“honestly, being inside with you all the time is kind of the best. i know the whole virus situation is less than ideal but being able to spend so much time with you... that’s all i could ask for.” he pauses. “isn’t it so crazy how before this we were all weird and awkward around each other? well, i guess we still kind of are. that’s mostly my fault so... sorry. i just don’t know how to act around you sometimes. we’re barely getting close and i’m already this attached to you. as jisung would so kindly say, ‘i’m simping’.” he chuckles to himself. “all jokes aside, i really do like you. ever since you moved in here all cute and nervous, you’ve taken your own little place in my heart, as cheesy as it sounds. and these past few weeks, you just keep on taking up more and more room in there. not that i have a problem with it. i just...” he stops as if he doesn’t know how else to express his feelings. “really, really like you.”
you feel him jolt then abruptly stop stroking your hair. there’s silence until he asks, “you don’t happen to be a sleep talker, do you?”
you shake your head.
“and did you hear like, a lot of what i said?”
“only the important stuff. like how awkward you are and how much you like me.”
“but don’t worry. it’s mutual.”
you feel his relieved breath hit the skin of your neck. “that’s the best thing i’ve heard all day.”
you tilt your head back and stare at him, confused. “what, did you seriously think i wasn’t into you?”
he shrugs. “i was too busy simping, i guess.”
you can’t contain your laughter at the use of the slang. “park jisung would not be proud.”
pairing :: lee donghyuck x reader
genre :: angst, fluff / best friend + college au
word count :: 3,176 words
warnings :: none
playlist :: cover up (taeyeon) ⋆ wish you were sober (conan gray) ⋆ fever dream (mxmtoon) ⋆ candy so good (the rose) ⋆ bubble gum (clairo) ⋆ can i call you tonight (dayglow)
author’s note :: this is a bff2lovers support blog
The game of truth or dare has been going on for several rounds already, and Donghyuck comfortably lounges on the couch tucked in the corner, leaning against an armrest. He lightly shakes the cup in his hand, swirling the last remnants of jungle juice around, before nimbly tossing back the rest of it. It’s a circle of sixteen or so people, and as he looks around, he can somewhat make out the faces of his closest friends. Except he’s missing one: you, his best friend ever since you handed him your red crayon after he broke his in preschool.
But now, for a little over a year, he’s been wishing that being your BF stands for more than just your designated Best Friend. Maybe, it can also include BoyFriend. But that’s just wishful thinking.
Hazy eyes flitting around the entire expanse, Donghyuck looks for the reason of his heartache and finally finds you standing on the other side of the room, leaning against the wall and accepting a red cup from Hyunjin with a pretty smile. Who invited him? He definitely wasn’t a part of Nu Chi Theta.
The familiar green eyed monster rears its ugly head again when he notices how the distance between you and that pretty boy decreases. Grimacing slightly, he reaches forward and grabs a shot from the table, quickly swallowing all its contents.
Renjun lazily spins the bottle in the center after answering his truth from Tzuyu, and it lands on the unsuspecting Donghyuck. He notices the distracted look in his friend’s eyes, following his gaze until he sees you, and a mischievous glint appears in his eyes.
“Hyuck, it’s your turn,” Renjun announces, and Donghyuck is startled, turning to face his grinning friend. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he replies confidently, and Renjun’s grin only widens. His friend’s gaze darts towards you and then back at him knowingly, and Donghyuck starts to feel his hands growing clammy. It seems that he was a little too obvious.
“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”
The dare that comes out of Renjun’s mouth has Donghyuck tensing up in his spot, sobering him up for a split second. His friend merely raises his eyebrows, challenging him, and he swallows hard before putting on an air of nonchalance. He wipes the sweat on his palms against the fabric of his jeans and grabs another one of the shots from the center of the circle, downing it before standing up. He’s not one to be nervous, especially with the amount of confidence he possesses and the amount of alcohol currently swimming through his veins, yet he is.
Jaemin and Jeno lift their heads up in interest as they watch him make his way towards you: you, who is unsuspecting and laughing at something that Hyunjin just said.
Have you always looked this gorgeous?
You are so damn stunning, throwing your head back and letting the prettiest sound Donghyuck ever heard escape from between your lips. The bright strobe lights don’t do enough justice for you, but he can see the way your eyes glimmer and the flashing of your teeth as your lips upturn into the loveliest of smiles. Yet, the blood in his veins boils because he should be the only one who makes you laugh like that, and not some other pretty boy.
He marches his way over there, swaying slightly from the beers he downed earlier, before looping his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, placing the most delicate, softest kiss onto your lips.
Startled, you nearly drop your red cup and take a step back as you stare your best friend with wide eyes, your heart now beating faster than ever. And perhaps, it was more because of the boy in question, rather than the unexpected show of affection. “What the heck, Hyuck?”
He tugs you close again and merely nuzzles his face in your neck, wrapping himself around you even more. You turn to face him, and he lifts his head up, clouded eyes and flushed skin in full view now. His face is close, too close, and his lips are painted in the prettiest shade of rosy pink. If you move just a few millimeters forward, your lips would brush his again. Hurriedly, you toss away that silly idea as your cheeks warm up at that thought.
When did these feelings start to show up and skirt around your heart? Was it when you noticed he always added a pack of Haribo sour gummy bears for you to the shopping basket during those late night convenience store runs without you asking? Or was it when you texted him at 3 a.m. about a Pokémon you don’t have that’s nearby outside and he tells you to go to bed, but five minutes later, he’s standing outside of your dorm, knocking on your door with mussed hair and a haphazardly thrown on sweater, telling you to hurry up, so he can go back to sleep? Or maybe it’s when you realized just how happy he makes you when he laughs at your lame jokes that he would’ve made fun of Jeno for saying?
Or perhaps, it’s a culmination of all those things plus all the other tiny moments and endearing, although sometimes infuriating, attributes of his that made you fall in love with your best friend.
“You’re really pretty, y’know?” He mumbles, and your cheeks burn even more before you shake your head, noting bitterly to yourself that your best friend is completely intoxicated. Of course. He doesn’t like you in that way at all, so there’s no use in getting your hopes up. Drunken kisses are sober mistakes.
“Hyuck, you’re drunk.” You let out a sigh before wrapping an arm around his waist and throwing an apologetic glance towards Hyunjin. “Let’s get you home.”
“Let me help you,” Hyunjin offers, reaching out to take some of Donghyuck’s weight off of you. Your best friend swats his hand away from you. “Get your own Y/N. This one is taken.”
“He’s just trying to help,” you scold him, blood rushing to your cheeks at the sound of Donghyuck calling you his. He simply ignores the other boy, clinging onto you even tighter. You say good bye to Hyunjin, who kindly takes your empty cup, before tugging your best friend towards the stairs and to his bedroom upstairs.
On your way there, you catch Renjun’s attention. He smirks at you, eyes twinkling, as he glances towards Donghyuck and then back at you. Face burning, you roll your eyes before giving him the universal middle finger salute, his laughter subsequently echoing behind you.
You’re just best friends. Friends take care of each other. And so what if he kissed you? He’s naturally affectionate. And add on the fact that he’s drunk, so his affection just came out tenfold. It meant nothing.
Something’s been bothering you for the past few days, and Donghyuck can tell as he sits across from you for lunch. You’re doing that thing where you fiddle with the small Winnie the Pooh charm on your iPhone, wrapping the string part around your finger before letting go and repeating your earlier actions. He reaches over and untangles the charm from your hand before putting your phone in front of you, his hand grazing yours for a millisecond, and your heart nearly stops at the sudden contact.
“Something’s been on your mind. Spill it.” He studies your reaction, and you know you can’t lie to your best friend. He’ll know even before the words are out of your mouth.
“Do you remember the Theta party last Friday?”
“Yeah, I kinda have to,” he snorts, resting his chin on his hand. “I had to help clean up the next day with a raging hangover.”
“Why’d you kiss me?” you ask abruptly, twisting the hair tie around your wrist a bit nervously. It’s better to just rip off the bandaid and let it out in the open after all.
Donghyuck freezes, brain short circuiting. He had hoped that you’d just chalk it up to his drunken state that night, and he could continue to ignore his feelings like he’s done for the past thirteen months, six hours, and twenty seven minutes. But he can’t. He shouldn’t. So maybe he should just say it. Tell you the reason why. After all, drunken actions are sober thoughts.
Yet, although he prides himself for being brave, for being outspoken, when it comes to his feelings, when it comes to you, he feels like a coward. At the thought of rejection, the fickle feelings of love, and all the what if’s, he thinks it’s better to remain your best friend than lose you altogether. So he racks his brain for an excuse, but all he can come up with is the half truth.
“It was a dare.”
Your face falls before you can hide the disappointment, and it yanks at his heartstrings, leaving him to stammer out a poorly executed follow up, back tracking as fast as he can. “It wasn’t a bad dare! Renjun made me do it, and I just...”
“A dare?” you say softly before giving him a half hearted, teasing smile, desperately trying to conceal your true feelings. “Like what? To kiss your best friend? So I beat out Mark, huh?”
Your response has him pausing from blurting out the rest of the truth. You seem so calm and nonchalant about it, like the kiss has no effect on you whatsoever, an unspoken rejection. The mere thought of that almost cracks his heart in two, and he crumples the napkin in front of him, lowering his eyes.
“Uh, well... something like that.”
The two of you lapse into silence after that, a stifled awkwardness plaguing the table, before it becomes unbearable for you, and you stand up, picking up your empty plate to drop off at the cleaning station.
“I gotta go. I have class soon.”
Donghyuck murmurs a quiet good bye to you and helplessly watches as you walk away. He knows you’re lying. He memorized your schedule by heart the second you sent it to him at the beginning of the semester, and you finished all your classes for the day in the morning already.
He flattens out the balled up napkin, staring at the confession he had carefully penned down earlier before you sat down. The black scribbles stare back at him, almost as if they’re mocking him. He rips up the paper into shreds.
He wishes he was braver earlier.
Friday night brings you back into the all too familiar atmosphere of the Nu Chi Theta house. You entered the scene later than usual, caught up earlier with a paper on sustainable technology due at midnight. You were more than content with staying in your dorm for the night, curling up in a blanket for a Brooklyn 99 marathon, but your roommate, Lia, insisted you go out with her.
When you had told her about the conflicting matter regarding a certain dark haired boy swirling around in your mind, she had frowned, calling Donghyuck a complete idiot, and her next words still echo in your head.
“That’s what the idiot said? That wasn’t the dare. Renjun dared him to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”
So why did he lie?
The butterflies in your stomach refuse to settle, whether it was from knowing you’ll see him tonight or the implications behind that kiss or possibly a combination of both. Renjun easily spots you in the crowd, and refusing to take no for an answer, he pulls you over to sit next to him and to partake in the game that started this all. Lia had simply laughed and waved you good bye before nimbly making her way into the dancing crowd.
Your eyes easily finds Donghyuck’s across from you, and his eyes widen in surprise. You haven’t seen him since the lunch incident, and you should’ve known that you’d see him tonight. He’s a member of this fraternity after all. You give him a small smile, and maybe it’s the alcohol running through his veins, but you could have sworn his cheeks turned a darker shade of red under the harsh neon lights. He looks away, and it stings a lot more than it should. Biting your bottom lip, you focus your gaze on the bottle in the center.
Jaemin reaches for the glass and gives it a twirl. The bottle neck ends up pointing just left of Donghyuck towards Yerim, and you notice Jeno not so subtly kick the table. The bottle rolls slightly before facing your best friend.
“Oh, would you look at that! Hyuck, truth or dare?” Jaemin exclaims, grinning a little too brightly.
“Jeno did that on purpose,” Donghyuck grumbles, throwing a stink eye at the aforementioned boy who merely offers him an innocent smile. “Dare.”
Renjun leans over towards Jaemin, whispering something to him, and he only brightens up even more. There’s that sinking feeling in your stomach, and you know they’re up to no good. Looking around the room, you catch the eyes of Hyunjin, who waves at you happily with a broad smile. Maybe you’ll feel better if you hang out with someone else for a change and take your mind and heart off of the boy in front of you.
Donghyuck’s eyes darken when he notices your attention directed at Hyunjin. He almost scoffs. Again, who invited him? And what’s Hyunjin got that he doesn’t? Okay, so maybe that pretty boy is a few centimeters taller than him, but Donghyuck is still prettier, wittier, funnier, and smarter, right?
Does Hyunjin know the exact number of miniature marshmallows that you like in your hot chocolate? Does he know that you have a tiny star shaped scar on your knee because you fell off your bike in first grade, and Donghyuck was the one who put a dinosaur patterned bandage on it? Does he know that when you’re happy, you like to play Avril Lavigne’s Sk8er Boi on blast and belt out the lyrics? Does he know when you think a joke is really funny, you let out the smallest snort at the end of your laugh which you try to cover up, but Donghyuck thinks it’s the cutest noise ever?
Does Hyunjin know how much he loves you?
“Hyuck,” Jaemin pokes him. “Are you listening?”
“No,” he deadpans, and Jaemin sighs. Your attention is on Donghyuck now, head tilted slightly as you softly smile at him, raising your eyebrow. Your expression is guarded, and for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know why. But Jaemin nudges him again, and he lets out a huff before turning toward his friend, who smiles impishly before saying:
“I dare you to call your crush and confess.”
You and Donghyuck both inhale sharply at that.
Thousands of thoughts rush into your mind, yet the most prominent one is: your best friend has a crush, and he never told you. The two of you have shared your previous crushes in the past, yet he’s never mentioned this one? A shock of betrayal runs through your body as you wrack your brain to think back to any previous hints or mentioning that he liked someone. Never mind the fact that you didn’t tell him about your current crush because that would mean confessing, but if you were in love with someone else, he would definitely be the first to know.
But maybe it’s for the better, you think bitterly to yourself. It would be near impossible for you to hide your feelings any longer. Perhaps, this is the reason why he didn’t tell you about the dare. It would make everything so much more complicated.
But your stomach twists and turns at the thought of him asking someone out, kissing someone else, loving someone who isn’t you, and suddenly, you don’t want to play anymore. You mumble something about getting a drink from the kitchen to Renjun before standing up, easily brushing away his hand when he protests.
Donghyuck watches as you begin to get up, panic rising in his chest, and before he knows it, he’s scrambling to pull out his phone. All it takes is five seconds. Five seconds for you to walk away. Five seconds to lose you. Five seconds to type in that familiar string of numbers and hit send. Five seconds of courage. Five seconds to take that leap from friendship to something more.
It’s now or never, and he’s never been so sure of one thing in his life until this very moment. Heart thudding erratically in his chest, he hurriedly types in the number he’s memorized by heart—the one he secretly saved as My Sunflower 🌻—and finally presses the green button.
You pause when you hear the familiar blaring ringtone and feel the vibration in your back pocket. Immediately, your eyes land on Donghyuck, and he’s already looking at you with the softest, most endearing, most vulnerable expression on his features that wrenches your heart. Eyes glimmering, he smiles at you a little bit uncertainly before speaking up, voice wavering at the end.
“Someone’s calling you, and I think he has something really important to say, so will you please pick it up?”
With shaky hands, you take out your phone, heart nearly leaping out of your chest, as you stare at the screen, lips curving into a delighted smile that you cannot suppress.
Full Sun ☀️💘 is calling.
Phone pressed to your ear, you slightly tilt your head to the side, shyly smiling, and relief is written all over his face for a split second before Donghyuck positively beams. He continues to gaze at you, pretty little stars dancing in his eyes that crinkle in the corners and the rosiest hue of red blooming on his cheeks.
“Hi. I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me. Because I kinda, sorta, maybe am completely in love with you.”
This is the boy who made fun of you for wearing glittery Mary Janes on the first day of kindergarten, but also threw sand at the other boys who decided to poke fun at you. This is the boy who saved all the blue raspberry Jolly Ranchers he got on Halloween to give to you. This is the boy who brought you tubs of New York Super Fudge Chunk when you experienced your first heartbreak and refrained from saying “I told you so” until after you finally got over that douchebag. This is the boy who made you stay up all night before a final to help him put rainbow streaks in his hair, but also helped you ace the exam. This is the boy who has the biggest heart out of everyone you know, and he’s wearing it on his sleeve for you.
This is the boy whom you love.
And he loves you back.
“I’d love that. Because I kinda, sorta, maybe am completely in love with you, too.”
↠ summary: in which your messed up sleeping schedule brings you into several run-ins with haechan.
↠ words: 1.3k
↠ a/n: i really enjoyed writing this uwu
january 25, 2019; 2.29 am
The cold nipped at your bare skin, making you whine in agitation as you shoved your blanket to the side and slipped out of the warmth of your bed.
Why couldn’t you sleep?
You rubbed your sore eyes before opening the door to slip down to the Slytherin common room, only clad in a large shirt and shorts.
Maybe you needed water. Yeah, that was it. All you needed was water and you could go back to sleep.
You sway on your feet unsteadily, filling up a glass of water and guzzling down the contents. You turn, somewhat satisfied, only to be met with a shirt-clad chest blocking your field of view.
You tilted your head slightly upwards, locking eyes with Haechan - Slytherin’s infamous bad boy’s smirking face.
He has eyebags under his eyes, you noted with a tilt of your head, I wonder if mine look as bad.
You shook your head, heat rushing to your cheeks at his scratchy voice.
A small chuckle escaped his mouth, “Good for you. Sleep is for losers, anyway.”
Opening your mouth to protest, the words clogged in your throat and all that came out was a small squeak. In absolute trepidation, you shuffled backward to put some distance between you and the unfairly handsome boy, your back hitting the table ledge.
“Y/N, right? You sit in front of me in Potions.”
He said that as if you didn’t know that he sat behind you in Potions. You damn well knew that he sat behind you.
He had accidentally spilled amortentia on you once. It had given off the strong scent of minty toothpaste and, to your horror, Haechan’s hair.
“You’re quite quiet for a Slytherin.”
Before you could answer, he turned on his heel and marched up the stairs, leaving you with a pounding heartbeat you hadn’t noticed when he was there.
january 26, 2019; 1.37 am
The lack of sleep was starting to take a toll on you.
You could barely stay awake during Defense Against the Dark Arts while watching a video about the dangers of goblins, and your head had hit the table during Charms (something that all your friends would not let you down for).
Muffling a yawn, you stumbled down the stairs and back into the Slytherin common room after tossing and turning in your bed.
To your surprise, there Haechan sat, in front of the crackling fire, his knees pulled up to his chest and his glasses perched on his nose as his eyes scanned the pages of an old book. The fire made his skin glow golden and beautiful shadows cast down the expanse of his cheeks.
The stairs creaked, and Haechan’s gaze snapped from his book to you, a smirk immediately creeping onto his handsome face.
“Well, hello. I didn’t expect you here today, as well. And here I was, thinking that yesterday was a one-time thing.” He shut the book, facing you as you glided down the rest of the steps.
“What brings you here so late at night?”
“I-I could ask you the same question.” You cursed your self for stuttering inwardly, a blush rapidly snaking up your neck. You were grateful that it was dark.
“So she talks,” A laugh bubbled in his throat, and you found yourself craving for more, “But I asked you first.”
He stood up, abandoning his book and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Do you not want me here? Because I can go back up-”
“I never said that,” Mock-offense blanketed his features, “I just wanted to know what the princess of Slytherin is doing up so late at night.”
You rubbed your arm bashfully, huffing at the nickname he had graced you with.
“I saw you fall asleep during Charms today. You should really get some sleep.”
“What happened to ‘sleep is for losers’?”
A nervous laugh escaped Haechan as he rubbed the back of his neck, “That only applies to people who don’t need sleep. I, for one, don’t think you’re a loser.”
A small smile made its way onto your face amidst your hot blush, and Haechan found his pulse skip a beat.
“You know what,” he strode up to you, making you flinch as he crossed the room and to you in less than two strides, “Go to sleep.”
His hands rested on your shoulders, turning you 180 degrees, and gently pushed you back up the stairs.
“Have a good night, princess.”
january 27, 2019; 1.52 am
Tonight was slightly different.
When you had slid down the stairs, you found that Haechan was nowhere to be seen.
You quietly looked around the common room for him, and you felt your hopes deflate a bit.
Why were you looking forward to seeing him, anyway?
Maybe you really did just need sleep.
You turn around, only for his voice to echo out into the expanse of the common room, making you flinch and muffle a minuscule yelp.
“Looking for me?” He had a teasing lilt to his tone, and you had the urge to run up to him and smack him silly.
He inspected his fingernails as he drawled on, “I noticed that you didn’t get enough sleep, as I had told you to. You fell asleep during Herbology.”
You grimaced at the memory, remembering the way you had unpleasantly jolted awake when the plant in front of you started tangling it’s tendrils into your hair.
Haechan snickered, “Is your hair okay?” He walked closer to you, and all you could think about were his warm hands on your shoulders the day before.
You unconsciously toyed with the ends of your hair, “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
Silence filled in the empty void between the two of you, and you gulped when he leaned down closer. You could smell the mint in his breath, the smell of his hair.
Where had you smelled this before?
“You know, when I had spilled that amortentia on you...”
You tilted your head to look up at him, curious.
“It wasn’t an accident.”
january 28, 2019; 2.48 am
You blushed just at the thought of what had happened last night.
“You want to know what I smelled?” He took another step closer to you, “I smelled strawberry and vanilla shampoo. Which, strangely, smells exactly like your hair. Funny enough, I think I also dected the faint trace of that watermelon lip balm you like so much.”
Your entire form flushed in a wave of heat when his eyes landed on your lips.
“Tell me, princess, what did you smell?”
Suddenly losing your ability to speak, you bit on your lip, tasting a hint of your watermelon lip balm.
“Don’t do that,” His eyes darkened, hand snapping out to tilt your chin upwards, “It drives me fucking crazy.”
For a bit, it had seemed like he was about to kiss you, but he pulled away, a bit of red blush glazing his tanned skin.
“Make sure to get some sleep, princess.”
Haechan had smelled you when he had spilled amortentia all over you. It was almost unbelievable.
Should you tell him?
You gulped unsteadily, throwing your legs over the side of your bed and sliding out of your room.
“There you are. I was starting to think that you weren’t gonna show.”
Should you tell him?
“What are you doing?”
Should you tell him?
Whatever Haechan was about to say was smothered as you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, pressing your lips against his.
“Mm- Wow, you really do taste like watermelon-”
Your hands tangled into his locks and he snaked his arms around you, pulling you close, “I smelled you. Your stupid mint toothpaste and your stupid hair. That’s what I smelled.”
He peppered kisses all over your heated face, a grin replacing his usual smirk.
lee donghyuck is your polar opposite - he’s mouthy and careless and a troublemaker at heart, while you’re the dictionary definition of a goody-two-shoes. therefore, when you’re assigned to tutor him, you’re sure that you’re doomed... unless you’ve made some miscalculated assumptions.
warnings: slight violence, blood mentioned, language
a/n: been having feelings for bad boy! hyuck recently and had to get it out... i hope this flows together well since it’s spread out over time, not just a single event to how i’m used to writing. please enjoy my loves <3
When you signed up to partake in the tutoring program at your school, it was originally just because your guidance counselor said it would look good on your college resume in the future. You were good at a number of subjects, you supposed, so what could you possibly have to lose? In a college’s eyes, you not only just a good student, but you give your time to help others - Check yes. Get some community service hours, helps your fellow classmates out, and have a good time.
However, you were heavily mistaken. There was nothing that even suggested you’d have a good time. By first period on Monday morning, you were already trying to figure out a way to get the hell out of that school.
And why was that, might you ask? Well, of course, you had been paired up with Lee Donghyuck. The name alone sent a pang of fear through your body. It was a fate you wished on no one, not even your worst enemy.
Lee Donghyuck was quite the character. He was the polar opposite of you - though you’d never spoken to him in person, he was in a couple of your classes. He always talked back, he never did his work, and you’d heard many rumors about all the stunts he’d pulled during his time at your high school. You were the dictionary definition of a goody-two-shoes, and you were sure he wasn’t going to make it easy.
The first thing you’d done was go to the teacher in charge of the tutoring program.
“Hi, Mrs. Kim,” you had started politely, approaching her desk in the office. “I’m apart of the tutoring program, and I was wondering if I could request a change for who I was paired with?” Your words hung in the air for an awkward amount of time that made you want to collapse in on yourself. She raised her eyebrows at you and you were quick to explain. “And… it’s just that I don’t think I’d be able to help him very much, he’s-”
“I know who you were assigned to, dear.” She adjusted her glasses. “That was on purpose. I know he isn’t the most… diligent, per se, of students, but you have a very determined and positive attitude. We were hoping that that might rub off on him.”
You sighed. “But Mrs., I-” She cut you off with a firm stare. “O-okay. I suppose I can give it a try…”
She smiled. “Very good. If he gives you a lot of trouble that you can’t control though, you can see me again and we can make something work.”
That at least gave you some piece of mind. “Thank you, Mrs. Kim.”
With that, you were off to first period, still panicking about what you could do.
“I mean, should I just say I’m sick?” you spitballed to your friend Jiwoo, who was currently giving you an apologetic look. When you told her about your problem, she immediately agreed that you were stuck in quite the predicament.
“Nah,” she said. “If you already went to a teacher about it, they’ll see right through you.”
You put your head in your hands. “What am I gonna do?” you cried. You were a good kid, weren’t you? You got good grades, you were kind to people, so why were you being punished with such ruthless cruelty?
“I don’t think there’s really anything you can do. Just get through it. Maybe it won’t be that bad,” she tried to reassure you. You turned your head up to look at her, as if to say, you really think so? but she only shrugged.
“C’mon, Y/N. You’re gonna be okay. It’s not like he’s gonna kill you!”
“He might blow his stupid vape in my face when I try to go over notes.”
She chuckled. “Okay, maybe. But you have to be firm! Just say, ‘Hey, you stupid bitch, pay attention!’ and he’ll probably listen.”
“Are you kidding me?” you laughed. “There’s no way I’d ever say that! I’m not that mean.”
She brushed you off. “Listen, what I’m trying to say is that if you make it clear you won’t put up with his bullshit, he won’t give you bullshit! He’s all bark and no bite.”
You highly doubted that. From how he spat insults at teachers and other students without hesitation, there was no chance that the boy was nothing more than empty threats. He’d been in numerous fights on school grounds alone, so you were sure he wasn’t going to be scared of a sweet, gentle person like yourself.
You groaned, staring up at the ceiling of the vacant classroom. Jiwoo handed you a protein bar and patted you on the shoulder, but you couldn’t say you felt anymore consoled. The weight of helplessness seemed to be pushing you six feet down… or maybe you were just being dramatic.
By the time school ended, you were already thinking about just climbing to the roof and jumping off. You’d decided that yes, it was worth breaking your legs if it meant you could avoid that boy.
But against your better judgment, (which you supposed might have been a little skewed at this point) you headed to the library. There were a couple other students there that were just sitting down at the tables and taking out their books, so you did the same. You pulled out a chair and opened your phone while waiting for your partner.
After a couple minutes had passed and everyone was paired up, already getting to work, you wondered if he’d even show up. He was a ‘bad boy’ who didn’t care about school, so why would he come to a tutoring session? Perhaps you wouldn’t have to see him after all. Mrs. Kim wouldn’t get mad at you for leaving early, right? When your partner didn’t even show up?
“You Y/N?” A voice said, tugging you from your thoughts. To your dismay, you looked up from your phone to see the boy you had just been thinking about. He was dressed in all black, a chain clipped to his belt loops, backpack slung lazily over his shoulder. A tattoo of what you thought might have been a wolf peeked out from under his sleeve. He looked at you with disinterest, waiting for an answer.
You blinked, getting yourself together. “Uh, yeah, you’re Donghyuck?” you replied, even though you were fully aware of who he was.
He nodded wordlessly and sat down next to you, releasing a heavy sigh as he slumped into his seat.
“So... what is it that you’re having trouble with?” you asked, biting your lip awkwardly.
He scrolled through his phone. “Uh, algebra.”
Obviously, dumbass, you wanted to say. We specifically matched up because you needed help with algebra. “Yeah, but what part of algebra?” you tried.
He turned his head to you with an extremely unnecessary attitude and stared you dead in the eye. His intense gaze felt like it would make you shatter to pieces right then and there. “Like, all of it?”
“All of it,” you repeated to yourself quietly, not trying to hide your building frustration. “Okay, well, do you have any homework that we can try doing?”
“I don’t do my homework,” he said blankly, attention still on his phone, chewing his gum obnoxiously.
You paused. “Okay, but were you given any recently that you might have on you?”
He shrugged his shoulders and finally put down that goddamn phone, beginning to look through his bag. Just glancing at the mess made you cringe. After a bit of rustling, he pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper with problems all over it (none filled in, of course). He looked it over and smacked it in between the two of you, mumbling that it might’ve been from last week. At least you had his attention, so you tried to get into it quickly.
“Solving quadratic equations? This isn’t too bad, it just takes a little time to figure it all out.”
“I haven’t been able to figure out. And I don’t really care.”
You gave a quick tilt of your head and a forced smile. “I… will try to help with that, then.” You swallowed thickly before leaning in to point with your pencil at the equation.
“So for this one, you want to use the quadratic formula to find the x-intercepts...”
You went through the steps, scribbling numbers down on the paper and explaining how to do it. You crossed out, replaced, and rewrote until you solved it. You looked up to ask if he had got it, but were only met with him back on his phone.
“You got that?” you asked monotonously, knowing full well that he didn’t.
“Mhmm,” he hummed mindlessly.
You were absolutely fed up with it. Reaching over, you snatched his phone right from his fingertips and turned it off, placing it at the other end of the table.
“Hey, that’s mine!” he said, trying to get it back. You blocked his movements.
“Listen,” you said. “I’m trying to help you here. I’m giving my time to help you. And I will be damned if you don’t pay attention to me or at least try to learn something.”
He didn’t say anything, only looking at you with an unreadable expression. “You shouldn’t waste your time on this,” he stated plainly.
“Because I don’t want to do this. I have literally no desire to be here, and I’m not gonna learn it. So just stop.”
You scoffed. “You know, I really don’t want to be here either, because to be honest, you are absolutely insufferable. But I’m doing what I was told to do, and I’m gonna keep trying.
“Why do it if you don’t want to? I don’t.”
“Because sometimes you have to do things that you don’t want to do. Your time at school sucks, I get it. But while you’re here, you might as well try to learn something.”
He retorted, “I genuinely don’t give a single shit.” He defensively crossed his arms over his chest.
“Good for you!” you exclaimed. “Good for you. You don’t seem to give a shit about anything. Not about yourself, not about anybody else. And I feel bad for you. Because that means that you’ve got nothing.”
His previously entertained expression hardened into something sour. He frowned and locked his jaw, huffing out, “I’m gonna go now.”
“Be my guest,” you said. He swung his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed the paper off the table all while giving you a mean look. He gave you one last bitter glance before turning around and walking out of the library.
You turned around and waved off all the people who were staring, not needing any more drama for the day.
Now alone, you sighed to yourself and rested your head in your hands. That had to be one of the most uncomfortable experiences in your life by far. At least you could go to Mrs. Kim, and she’d give you someone new like she had said.
You stopped in on her office once you left - not like you had any reason to stay there. She was surprised to see you early, but you retold the events that had occurred.
“Ah, I see,” she said. “I’ll speak to him about it. Regardless, please return on Wednesday.”
You settled it with a nod and left her office, hoping that you’d never have to see that boy again.
When you explained to Jiwoo what had happened on Monday afternoon, she could only manage, “Sorry it didn’t go that well for you, Y/N.” The two of you stood in the hallway as classes were changing, students milling around while waiting.
“Honestly, I didn’t expect it to go well in the first place.”
“Well, at least you don’t have to do it again, right?”
“Hope so,” you shrugged.
Then, hollering down the hall caught your attention. Turning your head, you spotted that stupid group of boys that you were sure every school had to have some version of. You know the ones - the high school version of frat boys, vaping on Snapchat and always shouting things and harassing girls. Sadly, you were no exception. You spun on your heel to face Jiwoo, hoping they’d pass you by this time if they only saw your back.
However, your stomach dropped when an unfamiliar arm wrapped around your shoulders. “Hey, baby girl,” the boy smirked, “you know, I’ve been meaning to ask, how about you come over sometime? I know you’re really smart... we should study together?”
You shrugged off his hold on you and turned to face him. Park Sungmin, an absolute jackass that could never seem to leave you alone. Or any girl, for that matter.
“I don’t believe I share any classes with you - I take all AP, you know, and I really don’t think you’d be much help.” A fake grin spread across your face, but you clung to your books ever so tightly.
“Damn,” he whistled, “so forget studying, but I can always help you in other ways.” He winked at you and you swore you almost threw up in your mouth.
“I’m fine, thanks,” you said coldly, wishing you could just smack him straight across the face. You could never bring yourself to do such harsh things, though. Words were one thing, but getting physical was another.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed, looking you up and down. “At least let me get your number?”
Being blunt, fuse short, you said, “No. Please fuck off already.”
His hand reached out to grab you again, tighter this time, and pulled you closer. “C’mon, baby-”
And in a split second, Sungmin was ripped away from you. The immediate distance was relieving. You whipped around to see what had happened - and it was definitely not what you had expected. Donghyuck, the boy you had tried to tutor yesterday, had seemingly come to your rescue, having Sungmin pinned to the wall by his collar. He towered over him, watching as he unsuccessfully fought to escape from his grasp.
“The hell you think you’re doing?” Donghyuck said, pushing his face right towards Sungmin’s.
“Woah, man, back off!” Sungmin squirmed in Donghyuck’s grasp. In return, Donghyuck just jostled him around and pushed him back against the wall even harder.
“Donghyuck!” you yelled in a whisper, seeing people take out their phones already. “What are you doing?”
“Yeah, man, what are you doing? Let go of me!”
“She told you to fuck off, and I think it’s about time you do that. You know, I think that you should just run home, wank your pathetic little monkey dick, and never touch her again.”
He then released Sungmin, who fixed the collar of his shirt before giving you an alarmed glance and hurrying in the other direction back to his friends.
Donghyuck took a few deep breaths before waving off the people who had gathered around. “What are you lookin’ at?” he spoke, and immediately students fled away.
Then, he began to walk off, too. When you called out his name, he only turned his head to meet your eyes with an unreadable gaze, continuing on down the hall in long strides.
Wednesday afternoon soon rolled around and you were heading back to the library. After what had happened the day before, you weren’t really sure how you felt about Donghyuck. He had first been extremely rude, but then stuck up for you too? You had known there was something off about the boy but you never expected something like that. You just hoped that this time, you would be paired with someone who would actually care.
Upon entering the library, however, you were shocked to see none other than Donghyuck waiting patiently at the same table you had been at last time. Hadn’t Mrs. Kim said that she’d let you tutor someone else? Thinking back on it, perhaps she’d never made such a promise… But either way, why was he back?
He sat idly in his spot and spun his pen around his thumb. When he spotted you, he lifted his hand from the table slightly as a greeting. You slowed your approach, thinking of something to say.
“Donghyuck,” you said, eyeing him warily. “Thought you wouldn’t come.”
“I didn’t really think I would, either,” he responded tiredly. You noticed the prominent dark circles hanging under his eyes like half-moons. He continued to absentmindedly play with his pen. You almost wondered if he was too tired to be mean today.
“Uh, thanks for-” you started, but he cut you off.
“Don’t mention it,” he blurted, “Just forget about it.”
“A-alright,” you stuttered, slightly flustered. Since you supposed he was here to tutor, you shook it off and pulled out your materials, sitting down tentatively in the seat beside him.
“I brought the sheet from last time,” he said, pointing to it in front of him. “I tried to look it over, but…” His arms were folded in front of his chest and he averted his eyes from you.
You turned the paper towards yourself and took the plunge into explaining what you had done for the first problem, glad that he was at least trying. Then, you went to the second one, going through the steps and solving it slowly.
“That kinda make sense?” you asked once you had finished.
“A little,” he replied quietly. “Could you... do it again?”
You repeated the sequence, having him restate the steps as you went through them. Then, you handed it over to him. You watched as he rested his cheek on his hand. He poked his tongue out of his mouth as he concentrated, mumbling to himself the steps. To say the least, you were extremely confused. What had changed in him, and so fast, too? You must have been missing something obvious.
“Wait, so what do you do now?” He slid the page to you, scratching his head. You pointed at the numbers and continued it for him.
After a while, he was still getting hung up on some of the numbers, sighing when it turned out to be wrong. On one particular problem that he just couldn’t solve, he groaned, “This is so stupid.” He slapped his pencil down on the table.
“C’mon,” you said. “Just give it another try.”
He shook his head. “I’m never gonna get this.”
“Donghyuck,” you placed your hand on his arm, and he immediately jolted out of your touch, causing you to pull your hand away. You cleared your throat. “Sorry,” you said quietly.
“‘s okay,” he murmured.
“Listen, you’ll get the hang of it. It’s not easy, but keep trying until you get it under your belt. It takes time.”
He gulped and looked down at the page with distaste. Even so, he picked up the pencil again and erased his previous work, starting from square one. When he showed it to you for confirmation and got it right, you saw a small smile graze his face.
You were going to encourage him to do the next one, but it seemed that the time for the day was already up. People around you were already beginning to stand and pack up so you joined them. It was probably the best to end on a good note, anyway.
“Maybe you can try a couple at home tonight?” you proposed, organizing the binders together. “Oh, and I’ll give you my phone number if you have any questions.” You quickly scribbled your digits on a post-it and held it out to him, which he took hesitantly and gave you an odd look.
“Giving me your number already… Who would have thought, huh, Princess?” he teased with a false tone of surprise.
You groaned. “Come on.”
He laughed at your reaction and dropped the teasing. “See you Friday, then.”
“See you Friday.” You waved goodbye and started your walk home. There was definitely something off about that boy, but you couldn’t place your finger on what quite that was just yet.
On Friday as well, Donghyuck was there before you were, waiting patiently at the desk. This time around, he had the entire sheet filled out, which genuinely impressed you. You were beginning to think that you judged him a bit too early - of course, not to say that he wasn’t rude when you met, but that wasn’t all that was to him.
“Good job,” you praised, handing it back after checking all of the answers.
“Bet you thought I didn’t have it in me,” he said.
You rolled your eyes. “That’s not true. I just didn’t think you’d do it at all.” A teasing smile rested on your face, and you were glad to see him fighting back one himself.
You supposed that the boy was a bit like a shadow. Ever since you’d met, it was as if he was some sort of beacon that you were always looking out for. You didn’t see him often but were sometimes able to spot him smoothly weaving through crowds. He never stayed in your line of vision for long, though. He was always there one second and gone the next.
But the thing that really got to you was how he had been ignoring you during the day. For the past few days, every time you waved to him in the hallway, or tried to say hi, he’d look the other way. You knew he had seen you, but he just walked past without even as much as a smile. When it was just the two of you, though, he was normal, the boy you had gotten to know.
“Something wrong?” he asked suddenly. Your face burned and eyes went wide, realizing that you must’ve been staring.
You gulped. “No, no, sorry. Don’t worry about it.”
Despite your words to continue, he put his pen down and leaned back in his chair. His head tilted in curiosity, something mischievous swimming in his eyes. “Why were you staring at me?”
“I was just thinking… sorry if I creeped you out. I didn’t mean to.” It was true, of course. You had really gotten lost in thought, so you hoped he’d just drop it.
But the universe had proven to be hunting you down relentlessly from the past week’s events, and it wasn’t going to give you a break this time, either. “What about?”
“Then it should be easy to tell me.”
“Seriously, don’t worry about it.”
“You know, you seem a little nervous right now.”
You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Probably because you’re interrogating me.”
“Just tell me, Y/N.” He smirked smugly, having an inkling he already knew.
To your rescue, however, people around you started moving. Students were ending their sessions. The time was up, and that also meant it was time to go. You grabbed the opportunity right away, standing up and putting together your things in an obvious rush while Donghyuck stayed in his place, watching you with a sly stare.
“Time to leave already? Wow, that flew fast!” you said, tone surprised. “I’ll see you later!” You excused yourself as soon as possible, glad to be out of that horrifying scene. You turned on your heel and sped out of the library, leaving the boy chuckling to himself.
On Monday, you had hoped that he would have forgotten about the embarrassing situation you had landed yourself in. However, you knew that it was impossible. If it was bad enough for you to be thinking about it all weekend long, he’d definitely remember it too.
Therefore, it wasn’t surprising but it still hit you like an arrow through the heart when he asked, “So, you ready to tell me what your deal was on Friday?”
You sighed in defeat. “You really want me to tell you?”
He nodded, resting his head on his palm and leaning in to hear better.
“I want to know why you ignore me when we’re anywhere else that isn’t here.”
His ears perked up at this, and so did his eyebrows. That same look of curiosity returned. “What do you mean?”
You crossed your arms. “You know exactly what I mean. I wave to you and smile at you all the time and you see me, I know you do, and you just ignore me.”
Donghyuck’s eyes flicked down and he fidgeted with the material of his sleeve. His demeanor now was much shyer. He looked like he was going to say something but paused, his lips parting and then coming back together in a purse.
He sighed before confessing, “Okay… so I know this sounds kinda stupid, but you’re the first person that I can actually tolerate that I’ve known, like, ever. Not even tolerate, you’re just growing on me.”
“So why would you act like I’m not there?”
“I… I don’t know. I’m just trying to figure it out,” he uttered, scratching the back of his neck.
You were still as confused as you were before you asked. “You know what? I won’t push it,” you said. “But don’t do that anymore. We’re friends and you should act like it.”
He licked his lips. “Okay,” was all he said, accompanied by a small nod.
Trying to break out of the awkward atmosphere you created, you cleared your throat. “So… homework?”
“Oh, yeah.” He reached back to ruffle through his bag and pulled out a messy folder, to which he looked through and pulled out a blank page of problems.
“I wasn’t paying attention at all today so I don’t know what any of this means.” He pointed at the numbers in the equations, which were, in fact, pretty difficult to understand.
“Alright, so with these, you’re trying to solve the distance between point A and point B, so you want to start by taking the numbers given in the problem and plugging them in...”
From then on, it really only went up. Monday, Wednesday, Friday you helped him with his work, trying to get him to grasp the fundamental concepts of algebra. In return, he stopped ignoring you in the halls, sacrificing his “lone wolf” reputation for a quick smile just for you. He even joined you and Jiwoo for a couple minutes at lunch every so often. He never ate anything, but sometimes had a couple words to add to the conversation.
It was mostly all the same - get in, do some problems, explain some ideas, and maybe take some teasing from the playful boy. That is, until one day when he caught you off guard.
“Hey, so I was wondering...” he started as he was packing up after a session full of laughter. You turned to look at him, detecting a nervous glint in his eyes, and your head quirked in interest. “Could I walk you home?”
Your eyebrows rose immediately. “W-what?” You felt your face flush hot at his offer.
“You know, walk you home,” he repeated nonchalantly, like it was nothing.
“Uh,” you stuttered. “I-I guess so. Yeah, sure.”
It was awkward, really. You walked in mostly silence on the way to your house, the only sound the padding of your feet on the sidewalk.
He hummed and turned to look at you, prompting the question out.
“Can I ask about that one day? Where you got involved with Sungmin?”
He shrugged. “I mean, it wasn’t really anything. I saw him being an ass to you and stepped in.”
“Well, it seemed like you hated me from the day before.”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I was... I don’t know. But I guess I’d thought about what you said, and you were right.” He gulped and looked away, not meeting your eyes.
A small smile crept onto your face from his confession. “Well, Donghyuck,” you began to say, “when I first started tutoring you, I can’t say I had much confidence in you. In fact… I was afraid to even try. But now, I think I can say that I was wrong about you.”
He shook his head, shy eyes peered over at you from under his baseball cap. “I guess that’s a little reassuring.”
Eventually though, you reached the driveway of your house and slowed your pace. You wished you could keep walking with him, and you even considered going straight past your home and into town, but you decided against it.
“Alright, I guess… this is where I leave you,” you said, coming to a full stop. “Thanks for walking me.”
“Yeah, no problem. See you next time.”
“See you,” you grinned, heading down your driveway. Something about the encounter left you giddy - when you got inside, you couldn’t help the grin plastered on your face and the frantic beat of your heart.
And soon, shared walks home became a part of the routine as well. Even on days you didn’t have tutoring, he’d meet up with you at your locker, fending off awed looks from classmates with his menacing gaze.
When you asked about where he lived, and if it was more convenient for him, he just brushed it off, mumbling something under his breath. Though he didn’t vocalize it, the slight blush of his cheeks was enough to tell you.
There was one Wednesday, about a month into tutoring, when you met him in the library, you noticed that he had adorned some new marks. He had a couple cuts on his face and visible neck that were roughly bandaged. A large purple bruise had blossomed on his cheek, and you were sure there were more under his long-sleeved shirt.
You knew he got into fights often, and that he had issues with numerous people, but were alarmed by the reality of it opposed to just hearing gossip. You now knew Hyuck as just a shy boy, or at least, that’s how he acted around you.
“So, are you going to explain what happened to your cheek?” you said once you were walking home, gesturing to the side of his face.
“Fight with some guy,” he shrugged. “No biggie.”
You sighed and sunk into your seat. “Why do you get into so many fights?” you asked.
His icy gaze pierced your own. “Because some people are real assholes. It’s always coming to them… just happened to be in the form of... well, me.”
You chuckled and shook your head. “Lee Donghyuck, Righter of Wrongs.”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
And then, he reached over and his fingertips met your own. He interlocked your hands together, and you were sure that the small action had exploded your heart right then and there. You felt your cheeks burn after he squeezed your palm, returning one right after.
The next time you walked home together was a complete and utter mess.
“Hey, baby girl!” someone had yelled as you walked out of the school. It was unsurprisingly Sungmin, who apparently didn’t know when to give it a rest.
“C’mon, if Hyuckie over there can get your number, why can’t I?” His friends who stood behind him clapped and whistled.
Donghyuck was already giving you a look, saying that he wanted to step in. “Don’t. Just forget about it,” you told him.
“Fuck off, Sungmin,” you said.
“Or what? Your boyfriend gonna push me against a tree?”
In mere seconds, Hyuck was already out of your grasp and storming over to the boy. Sungmin laughed, apparently not knowing Donghyuck enough to know he was almost all bite and no bark. Hyuck dove right in, winding back his arm and throwing his fist right into Sungmin’s nose. It sent him falling straight to the ground and clutching his face.
On the inside, you were cheering that the asshole had got what was coming to him. However, it completely dissipated once one of Sungmin’s friends came right back at Hyuck, nailing him right in the jaw.
Soon enough, all of them had ganged up on Hyuck and they were fighting ruthlessly. They were landing punches on him relentlessly.
“Stop! Stop it! Jesus Christ, stop it, all of you!” you screamed, breaking into the circle and stepping in front of Hyuck. The boys froze once they saw you, backing off. “You’re all fucking crazy,” you spat. You helped Donghyuck stand and quickly led him away, leaving the boys laughing behind you. He put up a fight the whole way, upset over your intervention.
“What are you doing?” Donghyuck cried once you had dragged him far enough away, ripping his wrist from your grasp.
“I’m pulling you out of something you can’t win.”
“It wasn’t your place to step in,” he hissed.
“Are you kidding me? It wasn’t yours to, either!” You pointed a finger at his chest.
“Sorry I’m no goody-two-shoes like you are, Y/N.”
You scoffed. “This has nothing to do with me. You need to stop this. There are better things out there for you than fighting and getting into trouble, Hyuck.”
“You’re always so nice to everyone, aren’t you? ‘Cause it makes you feel good inside, makes you feel like you’re worth somethin’, doesn’t it?” he sneered unapologetically. You let out a sardonic laugh, exasperated at his complete ludicrousness. He was bleeding from the cuts that had been reopened from his fight, and he was criticizing you for your kindness?
“Take a look at yourself, Donghyuck. Maybe you can't understand this because of whatever twisted way your mind works, but being kind isn't something to be upset about. It's a good trait, actually. Constantly getting into trouble and making other people's lives hard is the opposite. At least I’m not unhappy and full of misery all the time. At least I’m trying to do something for myself.”
He went to retaliate but closed his mouth instead, biting his lips. He looked away from you before replying with, “See you tomorrow, Y/N.” Then, he was off, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and walking away from you.
You shuffled home alone for the first time in a while, and it was absolutely crushing. If you were honest with yourself, it’s not like you really expected anything different.
The thing was, you didn’t see him at school the next day. It was Friday, and he hadn’t come to your tutoring session. You sat at that table for who knows long, looking between the entrance and your phone.
But the time flew fast when you were alone. Soon, the other students were already getting ready to leave, and though it disappointed you to no end, you supposed you would have to go as well.
And though you used to walk home alone all the time, this trip felt different. It felt more heavy, more unsettling. And something about it all made you want to cry, even when there wasn’t anything to cry for.
Once you got home, your parents ran you through reminders for looking after the house while they were going away. They were taking a trip for the weekend, leaving you by yourself. Eventually, they were on their way, shouting things as they were late for their ride, slamming the door shut and leaving the house in silence.
A ding from your phone caught your attention. Message from Donghyuck. Upon seeing the notification, your heart skipped a beat. Sliding it open, your eyebrows furrowed as you read the text.
Donghyuck, 5:39 pm
Meet me at the coffee shop in town at 6
You, 5:40 pm
You, 5:41 pm
Can you please just explain what’s been going on with you?
Donghyuck, 5:42 pm
And then you were off to get a cup of coffee. You hadn’t spoken to him since your quarrel after school, and you wondered if he hadn’t come today because of what you’d said or maybe something unrelated.
You walked into the small shop a few minutes early, scanning the place for Donghyuck, but you didn’t see him. You got in line and ordered for yourself before sitting down at a table in the back corner.
You waited and waited, gazing out through the main window to look for him. After a bit, you decided to send him a text.
You, 6:10 pm
Hey, where are you?
There was no response, but you still had a little bit of faith that he’d show up. Maybe he’d gotten into some trouble on the way here and that was what was holding him up. You even let yourself smile thinking about it, the absurdity of that boy.
Are you at least close?
You had finished your drink at this point, and you could see the barista giving you looks. You got up and ordered another one.
You: 6:55 pm
I’m sorry about yesterday
At this point, it was more than disheartening. You knew he wasn’t going to show up. You almost teared up in embarrassment and frustration, unbelieving that he could stand you up. But then again, you supposed that if he couldn’t even come to a tutoring session, how could he come to coffee?
You: 7:13 pm
Please just message me back
You shook your head at yourself. How could you be so foolish as to think that the boy could have possibly fallen for you? How could you think that he was only different for you, that he cared at all?
Suddenly, the barista butted into your thoughts. “You should go home,” she said. “It’s supposed to storm soon.” Looking around you, everyone else in the shop was gone. The sky outside was gloomy and passerby already had their umbrellas out as they scurried to their cars.
You knew Hyuck wasn’t going to show, but you didn’t want to leave. The barista seemed to want you out, too, so you reluctantly nodded and thanked her before leaving, hearing the bell jingle behind you. In your mind, you made a promise to not fall for any of his bullshit again. You had to stop getting your hopes up only to have them seized from you and shredded to pieces.
You got home quickly to avoid the rain, only managing to escape it by a hair. Once you were in your bedroom, you immediately collapsed on the sheets. You felt your eyes sting but you refused to let yourself cry over some stupid boy. Instead, you decided that taking a nap would be better, because nobody could hurt you when you were unconscious.
You were rudely awoken by the sound of your doorbell ringing impatiently. It was dark outside, rain pounding heavy on your roof. In the distance, you could hear the rumbles of thunder. The ringing was a constant, and you yelled out to whoever was pressing the button so urgently that you were coming. You rubbed your eyes and hurried down the stairs, running over to the door and pulling it back quickly.
To both your surprise and displeasure, you were met with the panicked expression of none other than Donghyuck. He stood on your porch absolutely drenched, clothes soaked and dripping rainwater, shivering from the cold.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N, but can I please come in?” He pleaded frantically. However, you did nothing and tried to ignore the desire to tug him inside and shield him from the harsh elements of nature.
“Why should I?” you spat.
You watched as he swallowed dejectedly. What, did he think you’d open your arms to him after how he’d been so careless and insensitive? You were a nice person, but that didn’t mean you were a fool.
He stammered to get the words out, lips quivering. The longer you waited, the more pressure built on your heart. There was no way you could be that cold.
So much for that promise, right?
Breaking your resolve, you stepped aside and motioned for him to come inside, and he welcomingly took the offer.
He was soaking wet from the downpour outside, hair hanging in front of his face. He almost slipped as he tried to take off his shoes, you reaching out to steady him. “Come with me,” you mumbled, leading him to the bathroom.
“It’s one in the morning, Hyuck. What are you doing here?” you asked, sitting him down on the edge of the tub. You grabbed a towel from the closet and handed it to him. With it, he began to dry his hair and wipe the water off his body. You also had him run his hands under the sink.
“I-I got in trouble,” he confessed. He babbled out the story, but you had no idea what he was saying from the speed of his words.
“Woah, woah, slow down,” you stepped toward him and placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling how he was physically trembling. He was uncharacteristically distressed and something about it made you just want to comfort the damaged boy you saw in him. You could see now that he was panting as he tried to catch his breath. His knuckles were split and red, covered in dried blood. “Hey, just breathe for a second.”
He lowered the towel, letting out a shaky breath. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for, for how I acted and what I said and how I didn’t come today and how I didn’t respond and- God, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
You shushed him from his rambling. “It’s okay, Hyuck, you’re okay.” His eyes began to pool as he drew his lip into his mouth. You cupped his face, rubbing small circles on his cheek.
“Start again. Tell me what happened,” you said, moving back and taking a damp rag to his cheek to gently wash away the blood. You grabbed the miniature first aid kit from the closet.
He choked back a cry before starting. “I-I got into a fight with my brother and then my dad got home and it got physical, it got really bad, and then my mom kicked me out, and… and I was just wandering around but it started raining and I didn’t know where to go,” he hiccuped. “So I came here because I think you at least give half a shit and I’m sorry that I was ignoring you and being an asshole and I’m sorry I didn’t come to meet you today o-or yesterday, I thought you’d be angry at me and I was going to but then I-I just-”
He collapsed in on himself, hiding his face in his arms, letting out a few small sobs as his chest convulsed. You crouched down to his level and brought him up.
“Look at me,” you whispered. He reluctantly brought his head up, red eyes meeting your own. You took your thumb and wiped away the tears spilling from his eyes.
“It’s okay, I promise. You can stay here tonight if you need to, don’t worry about it.”
More tears streamed down his cheeks. “Yes please,” he whispered desperately. You smiled gently and brushed the hair out of his face. Then, you stood back up and dug into the first aid kit. You finished wrapping his knuckles in gauze, you bandaged his cuts. Once done, you helped him up and led him to your parent's room where you threw him a shirt and pair of sweatpants belonging to your dad.
“By the way, did you eat?” you asked before heading downstairs.
“Anything you want in specific?”
“Oh, you don’t have to make me anything,” he shook his head.
“I’m not gonna let you starve,” you laughed. “What do you want?”
He then settled, taking what he could get. “Anything is fine… please,” the touch at the end of his sentence made you smile. While he changed in the bathroom, you rummaged around for something quick to feed him.
Unfortunately, it seemed that your parents had forgotten to do any shopping before they left you to fend for yourself. There was essentially nothing to eat. However, you did stumble upon the milkshake maker you got for your birthday when you were eight. There was milk and ice cream, at least, so while it wasn’t the particularly best option, it was an option.
You plugged the machine in and got to work. While there wasn’t that much in your cooking portfolio, a milkshake was one of them, and you were able to eyeball the scoop to liquid ratio pretty well. You were just finishing up by the time Donghyuck walked into the kitchen with an inquisitive look stamped on his face.
“Milkshakes?” he questioned, sitting down at the table.
“Yeah, hope you don’t mind. There wasn’t much else.”
“Hey, I’ll take it,” he said. You plopped a straw into his glass before handing it off. Then, you joined him with your own.
After taking a couple sips, he said, “You know, you make a pretty mean milkshake.”
“Don’t I?” you agreed playfully.
He laughed to himself. “So I’m Lee Donghyuck, the Righter of Wrongs… and you’re Y/N L/N, Master of Milkshakes.”
“I’ll gladly accept that title. Love the alliteration, too.”
“You know that I don’t know what that means.”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s when there’s a repeated sound or letter at the beginning of each word in a sentence.”
“Ah, so I’m a genius and I didn’t even know it?”
You hummed skeptically. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered.
When your milkshakes were gone, you moved to the living room so you could set up a place for Donghyuck to sleep. He helped you pull out the folded bed from the sofa and you fetched some sheets and pillows from the closet. Then, he climbed on and flopped into the sheets.
“If you need anything, just come and wake me up, alright?”
He hummed something of a “yeah” into his pillow. You flicked the lights off and were about to retreat upstairs and he called out, “Y/N?”
You paused on the stairs. “Hmm?”
You smiled to yourself. “Of course. Goodnight.”
Lee Donghyuck was far from perfect, you decided. He was a raging storm full of unexpected surprises, and definitely not the person you ever thought you’d get involved with. When you applied to become a tutor, you never thought getting to know the troubled boy you’d be paired up with would end up like this.
That being said, he wasn’t just some jackass that only cared about himself. You saw who he was - someone who had brightness on the inside, one that hadn’t even dulled a bit though it had been covered so long, one he just hadn’t found how to show yet.
You’d been mistaken in your assumptions about him that he’d thoroughly proved to be false. And for once, you were glad to be wrong.
You had woken before he had in the morning. You weren’t surprised, of course - yesterday had been rough and complicated, and you were sure he was tired out from all of the emotional baggage he’d unloaded.
You had been digging around a bit more to see if there was anything you could make but still came up empty-handed. In the end, you thought that just going out for a bit would be better. Until then, you occupied yourself on your phone.
Eventually, he padded into the kitchen to join you. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, and you chortled at the way his hair stuck up in different directions.
“Where do you want to go for breakfast?” you asked, since the only possible thing you could provide him with was a milkshake or some warm water.
He stretched his arms above his head before dropping them and pausing to look at you. He stepped towards you, closing the distance, and you suddenly became much more aware of your hammering heartbeat. The way his soft eyes were gazing at you had seized the air right from your lungs.
Then, he was leaning in to steal a sweet kiss from your lips. After the initial shock faded and you realized what was happening, you started to kiss back, your hands reaching up to clasp around his neck while his own found your waist. When he pulled back, the feeling of his lips on yours still lingered.
You buried your face in his chest, unable to help the giggles rising from your throat.
A grin spread across his face that made the same giddy feeling bubble in your chest. He bit his lip before proposing shyly, “How about that coffee shop?”
i turned my best friend into an e-boy (and kissed him!!!)
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pairing :: lee donghyuck x reader
genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au
word count :: 5,163 words
warnings :: none
playlist :: make you mine (public) ⋆ starlight (taeyeon feat. dean) ⋆ magic (gabrielle aplin) ⋆ beautiful feeling (day6) ⋆ feelings (lauv)
author’s note :: happy birthday to the sun himself! this wasn’t supposed to be a series, but i got inspired to write one for each of the other dreamies after writing his, so thank you, king!!!! ily sunshine ♡
↳ part of the not clickbait series.
Being a YouTuber was never in your career plans. However, during your first year of college, after four consecutive vodka shots with your suitemates enthusiastically encouraging you in the background, you had drunkenly recorded yourself on your cracked iPhone, painting a rendition of Michelangelo’s The Creation of Adam on the back of your ripped jean jacket. It was a close up of the famous almost finger touch, and obviously, it couldn’t fully compete against the fresco on the Sistine Chapel, but it came out good. Or at least, that’s what you assumed people thought from the 60,000 likes you received on the video that you had no recollection of uploading the night before.
Out of curiosity, you decided to record a second video with you tipsily painting Van Gogh’s Starry Night on the back pockets of your mom jeans. And then you did a third video, then a fourth, then fifth, and so on and so on until your channel exponentially grew, amassing a whopping 1.6 million subscribers on ShowMeTheMonet. Not bad for a girl who almost face planted the other day because she tripped on her own shoelace while running to her Ethics in Finance class (Or as you like to call it, How to Get Away with Fraud on Wall Street).
Your channel expanded out from only drunk painting videos to fashion lookbooks, thrift shopping hauls, casual tours of your apartment, and even a few daily vlogs that more often than not ended with you ranting about the latest Criminal Minds cliffhanger. You also indulged in the occasional Q&A video where you answered inquiries left in the comments or tweeted at you. And every time you announced a new Q&A, it never failed to bring in the same, glaring question from hundreds of viewers everyday.
Are you and Donghyuck dating?
Lee Donghyuck: your best friend, partner in crime, and number one source for free hoodies, even though that comes with a side of dramatic complaints from the devil himself. He could also be (sometimes affectionately) referred to as “pain in the ass” and “demon spawn.” He casually made an appearance in one of your vlogs one time and ever since then, the cursed question frequently popped up every hundred or so comments.
When one of the most liked comments on your videos suggested the “My Boyfriend Does My Makeup” challenge—which not only served as a big reminder of how single you are—you bribed Donghyuck with three boxes of Girl Scouts’ thin mints to do the challenge with you instead (That’s also how you discovered he is surprisingly very good at makeup until he decided to smear blue eyeshadow everywhere to make you into an avatar). In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have done that because that apparently only fueled the speculations that you and your best friend are harboring a secret relationship where the two of you are passionately in love with each other, like some ridiculous pair of star-crossed lovers.
One time, Jaemin started reading aloud a fan fiction story he had found written about the two of you, and that was probably the only time you’d ever seen Donghyuck willingly shut up and turn so red that he nearly rivaled Mars. You’re just eternally grateful that Jaemin never discovered the smut side of fan fictions on that fateful day. You would never be able to live that down.
“I can’t believe I’m forced to help you out again,” moans Donghyuck, pulling out the lighting set from your closet and dragging it out towards the setup.
You’re about to film your next video, finally finding inspiration from TikTok of all things. Your subscribers had mentioned the video platform multiple times in their comments, often asking whether you’ll create an account or complete some of the various spreading challenges. You’ll never admit it to anyone, but after googling what the renegade was, you spent two hours trying to record the dance in your bathroom and ended up banging your arm against the counter (You told Donghyuck you got the bruise from falling out of bed, which you decided was a much less embarrassing reason than the truth).
Downloading that phone application was probably simultaneously the best and worst decision of your life. It led to a downward spiral of watching videos in the same position on your bed for the next four hours. And from that extremely productive use of time, you discovered two very important things: one, you think Donghyuck would look really hot as an e-boy and two, there’s an interesting challenge going around that involves kissing and your best friend.
“For reasons I don’t understand, my subscribers like you. And you like getting attention, so it’s a win-win situation. I don’t see the issue.” You fiddle with the tripod, angling the camera towards the bed where Donghyuck will sit as you apply his makeup.
“What can I say? I’m in popular demand,” he says, completely ignoring the little jab you made about him. You motion for him to sit on the edge of the bed in order to make sure you properly have him in frame later. “Wow, it’s like you’re pimping me out to your viewers.”
“Please, Hyuck, have some self awareness. No one would pay for your services,” you retort, raising up the tripod before securing it and double checking twice. Last time you filmed a video, you failed to properly lock the device and experienced a very unpleasant mini heart attack when your camera came crashing down.
“Tell that to BigMatt85 who dm’ed me about a very lucrative sugar baby offer the other night. What’s your counter offer for my appearance in your video?” He wriggles his eyebrows at you, and you roll your eyes. You make your way to the bathroom, quickly emerging with your makeup bag and setting it aside for the video next to the shopping bag holding the e-boy-esque outfit the two of you bought earlier.
“The attention you’re always craving.”
“That’s a terrible offer. As my appointed best friend, you’re obligated to pay attention to me,” he says, and you scoff, hiding a smile that threatens to appear when Donghyuck pouts at you. You reach out and poke his cheek, which makes him jut out his bottom lip even further.
“Cute,” you mutter absentmindedly, preoccupied with the camera functions and failing to notice the way your best friend perks up immediately at your offhand compliment. He positively glows at that single word with the darkest hue of pink dusting his cheeks and quickly looks the other way to hide his flustered expression, unable to reply with any witty quip for once.
“Okay, we’re ready to go,” you announce, fiddling with the record button. “I’m gonna start the recording right… now.”
Immediately after clicking the red button, you nimbly slip in front of the camera, seating yourself next to Donghyuck on the bed comfortably. You start with your usual introduction, your best friend chiming in to introduce himself as well, before you explain the premise of today’s video.
“So today, I’ll be turning Hyuck into an e-boy!” you finish off, followed by your best friend giving a half hearted hurray. You give him the side eye, and he puts in an extra 20% of effort into the second attempt. Internally judging him still, you plaster on a smile nonetheless. It’ll have to do for now.
You keep the other half of the video’s purpose a secret. That’s a main part of the challenge anyway: the element of surprise. You’re supposed to catch your best friend off guard with a quick peck on the lips. And okay, so maybe this entire video is pretty self-indulgent, but Donghyuck would never agree to let you dress him as an e-boy for fun nor would you ever have the guts to confess to him in a normal setting. The challenge provides you a safety net. If he rejects you, you can laugh it off and say it was for the video before drowning your sorrows in the two pints of Ben and Jerry’s Everything But The… you have in your freezer after he leaves.
“Okay, we’re starting with these stick-on nail polish strips,” you announce to the camera, holding up the packet of simple black nail polish. “I bought them off of Amazon for around $15, and I’ll be linking them in the description below.”
Nail polish strips are much quicker than regular nail polish, which is great because you highly doubt your best friend would be down for sitting there for forty minutes as you paint each one again. The last time you tried that, he proceeded to smear hot pink onto your comforter when he begrudgingly agreed to be your test subject as you tried out various shades. You still haven’t been able to wash that out and highly suspect he did that on purpose (He still swears on his innocence).
“So you’re telling me, you could’ve used these on me last time, instead of forcing me to sit around for an hour and wait for them to dry?” He watches you warily as you apply the first one onto his thumb. You hold down on it for thirty seconds before moving onto his index finger.
“Then why the f—heck did you use the polish instead?” His eyes burn holes into the top of your head, and you pretend not to notice, continuing to position the next strip onto his finger.
“So that you’d sit still and not steal all my hot Cheetos when we were watching Tangled,” you casually answer, and he lets out a scandalized gasp, glowering at you.
“I’m glad I wiped my hand on your comforter.”
Your head immediately whips up at his careless confession. You shoot him a steely glare, abandoning the half applied strip, and the flimsy piece is left to dangle sadly. “I knew it! I knew you did that on purpose!”
“No, it was really an accident, but I don’t regret it anymore.” He wiggles his fingers at you with a smirk, and you grab them, squeezing a lot harder than you should and fixing the strip you were working on previously. He whines, shaking your hand off, and you begrudgingly loosen your grip.
“You’re the devil incarnate,” you mutter, and he merely throws a shit-eating grin in your direction before sticking his tongue out. Closing your eyes momentarily, you silently remind yourself that you’re on camera and therefore, there is going to be video evidence if you strangle your best friend.
“Maybe Renjun will let me star in one of his videos then,” he says, and you have to hold back an ugly guffaw. Renjun would rather move into the Sallie House and get possessed by the demonic goatman than let Donghyuck actually be in his Dream Unsolved videos. It’s a miracle that he even tolerates your best friend as his cameraman, but perhaps that’s mostly because no one else is willing (read: stupid enough) to travel to haunted places for the fun of it.
You soon get the hang of it, applying the following strips in a quicker fashion, as Donghyuck talks about the latest video he helped film for Dream Unsolved. Renjun and his partner had actually gone to meet with a priest who counseled them on approaching entities. Apparently, Father Kun said specifically not to interact with demons and gave them some holy water to take to the Bellaire House. Donghyuck even pulls up a picture he secretly snapped of a cranky Renjun with his holy water gun and holster outside of the haunted location (You’re ultimately forced to take five as you laugh so hard until you have tears in your eyes).
“Alright, these are done,” you say, applying the last strip onto his pinky, and he examines them, waving his fingers around before pulling several dramatic poses with them towards the camera.
“So how do I look?” he asks, batting his eyelashes at you as he strikes another pose, but this time directed at you. You chuckle, leaning over and flicking his forehead. “Like a pain in the ass.”
He whines, rubbing the reddening spot on his forehead before nudging your leg. “But I’m your pain in the ass.”
You hide a smile. “Unfortunately.”
The next step is changing his hair, so you turn to grab the canister of purple hair chalk spray and disposable gloves off your desk along with the folded towel next to it. Showing it to the camera, you do a close-up of the bottle, making sure to capture the label of it properly. You also promise to link it in the description below.
“This isn’t permanent, right?” He stares at the hairspray in your hand before he throws the towel around his shoulders and closes his eyes.
“Nah, you’ll only look like a shriveled grape until you take a shower,” you say, taking a seat next to him, and he blindly reaches out and pinches you in retaliation. You quickly swat his hand away with a yelp. He laughs, lips curled into a pretty smile that you admire for a few seconds before snapping out of it. You start to spray it onto each strand, making sure to cover parts of his face with your hand to avoid any spray from getting into his eyes.
It doesn’t take long to dry, and soon, you’re finished. You stand up to put away the spray and peel off the gloves, tossing them in the trashcan before admiring his new hair. “Okay, I’m done.”
He opens his eyes, reaching up to pat his hair lightly before pulling and twisting at the strands to see its new color. You reach out and grab his hand, tugging it away. “You’re gonna remove the color if you keep doing that!”
You drop his hand before going to stand between his legs. You carefully arrange the strands again as they curl and tangle a bit at the ends. Your shirt rides up an inch as you reach over to fix his hair, showing a sliver of your skin, and Donghyuck averts his eyes, cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. He briefly wonders if you’re doing this on purpose to torture him and thanks the heavens when you finally pull back and give him a bright smile with a thumbs up. Any second longer, he would’ve combusted on the spot.
He has spoken too soon. Sitting down next to him once more, you have your makeup bag in your lap, thigh pressed against his, and he freezes for a moment, all too aware of the close proximity between you two. Pulling out your black pencil eyeliner, you uncap it before turning to the camera with a smile.
“Next, I’m gonna be putting some of my eyeliner and blush on Hyuck, and I’ll link the products I use in the description below!”
You lean forward, gently grasping your best friend’s chin and turning the right side of his face towards you. He inaudibly gulps, hyper fixated on the fact that you’re touching his face. Your face is mere millimeters away from his, he can feel the warmth emanating from you, and he‘s pretty sure his cheeks are on fire now.
“So uh, how long is this gonna take? How much longer?” he asks, desperately hoping that you don’t notice his nervousness and plastering a bored expression on his face. He really doesn’t know how long he can sit this close to you before his heart explodes.
You wrinkle your nose at him. “We literally just started. You’re lucky I’m not trying an e-girl look on you because that makeup would take longer.”
Carefully lining his eyes with the pencil and smudging it slightly, you lean back to examine the makeup’s evenness on both eyes. Noting that one eye needs more around the outer edge, you lean forward again before noticing the way his leg bounces up and down. You press your hand down on his thigh lightly, and his breath hitches in his throat. He doesn’t remember how to breathe anymore. This is it. He’s going to pass out because you touched his leg. This is literally so embarrassing, get a grip, he scolds himself. He feels like he reverted to his prepubescent 11-year-old self when he was paired with his crush for mandatory square dancing and he finally got to hold her hand.
“Hey, stop shaking your leg or I might accidentally poke your eye out.” You frown at him, and he stiffly nods. You remove your hand, and he lets out the biggest exhale until you’re moving closer again. Like you’re practically in his lap type of close. Once again, he has to force himself to breathe.
“Okay, done, next is blush.”
You examine his face before tilting your head to the side and furrowing your eyebrows. Holding the blush palette and brush in one hand, you carefully pull his face closer to you again until he can count every single long eyelash framing your pretty eyes and see the tip of your tongue sticking out in concentration. His eyes flicker down to your mouth for a split second before he looks away. He wants to tuck the stray strand of your hair behind your ear so badly, but then he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from reaching out and tugging you closer to kiss you. Cheeks darkening at that thought, he shoves his hands under his thighs, sitting on them and effectively stopping himself from acting upon his fantasies.
“Actually, you’re already really red already, Hyuck.”
“Perfect, then I’ll just change into the outfit we bought earlier,” he says hastily, standing up and grabbing the shopping bag next to the bed. He makes a beeline for the bathroom, shutting the door with a quiet slam.
“Wait, I didn’t show our haul to— ah, forget it, I’ll record it later.” You scooch back onto the bed, crossing your legs and leaning back to press the palms of your hands into the comforter. Your mind wanders back to the moment before, replaying the way Donghyuck looked at you mere seconds ago. Your cheeks grow warm, as do the tips of your ears, when you remember the way he gazed so intensely at you and how his eyes darted down to your lips for a fraction of a second. And of course, it’s a known fact that wearing eyeliner makes any person ten times more attractive, especially your best friend when he was looking at you like that. You let out a strangled noise, flopping back and grabbing a pillow to cover your face, smothering the tiny scream you let out (You make a mental note to edit out your tiny meltdown some other day).
“Okay, prepare to be blown away,” Donghyuck calls out loudly from behind the bathroom door. As you desperately try to calm your escalating heart rate, you spring up from the bed, settling on the edge of it once more, and hear your best friend whistle at himself. “Damn, I could be on the cover of Vogue.”
“Oh my god, shut up, Hyuck,” you groan, crossing your arms over your chest and silently praying for the blush on your cheeks to disappear. When you hear another catcall from the bathroom, you manage to muster up the most deadpan expression at the camera like you’re Dwight Schrute. It’s times like this when you wonder why you’re in love with this cocky dumbass.
“Cover your eyes!” He screams from behind the door. You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you before complying to his demand. “Are they covered?”
“Yes, so come out!” You yell back, hands placed over your eyes that are already squeezed shut. Your ears faintly register the sounds of the door opening and feet lightly padding across the wooden floorboards before it’s quiet.
Donghyuck stares at you, your eyes still closed and covered. He wonders when he started feeling nervous about what you thought of him. Of course, he always valued your opinion before, but this feels different. His stomach flip flops as his mind runs in overdrive, emerging with hundreds of doubting thoughts. Suddenly, he regrets the false bravado he made a show of putting on earlier. What if you don’t like it? Heart racing, he chews on his lower lip, contemplating for another few seconds before gathering the courage to call for your attention.
“Okay, open your eyes.”
You quickly pull your hands away from your face, eyes immediately darting to his figure and widening in surprise. Dressed in tastefully ripped black jeans that accent his long legs perfectly along with a black and white striped shirt layered underneath one of those popular Thrasher shirts, he also put on a few silver necklaces, rings, fake ear piercings, and Doc Marten boots. His hair is slightly mussed, a few violet strands curling here and there.
You were completely right.
He absolutely kills the e-boy look.
Your best friend is fucking attractive as hell.
Gaping in shock, you honestly don't know what to do with yourself. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can only gawk at him in complete awe, incapable of saying anything. In that moment, you recall that part in Tangled when Flynn Ryder stares at Rapunzel in the boat when she’s surrounded by all the lanterns. First of all, you have definitely seen the light, and his name is Lee Donghyuck in e-boy fashion. And secondly, if your best friend is Rapunzel, then you’re the perfect reenactment of Flynn right now, except you’re pretty sure you more closely resemble a fish with your mouth hanging like this.
“Holy shit,” you whisper, and he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks uncharacteristically shy, a small smile on his face with his front teeth barely peeking out. It’s endearing and you’re a little perplexed at his reaction, but are still too preoccupied at ogling his new look.
“Is that a good ‘holy shit’?” He tilts his head in your direction, and you furiously nod, cheeks growing warm as the words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
“Yeah, you look stunning.”
Almost immediately, that all too familiar cocky expression spreads across his face. He leans back slightly and slips one hand into his jean pocket, smirking and poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek. You feel your heart speed up a little in your chest.
“Hell yeah, I look stunning.” He grows smug, and your cheeks burn even more when your words are repeated back to you by your best friend. Averting your eyes, you turn towards the camera in front of you and angle it at Donghyuck, still absolutely flustered and stumbling over your words.
“Uh, I—um, I need some shots of you in the full outfit.”
Eyes sparkling, your best friend easily complies to your request, posing for a few shots naturally before slowly turning around full circle. Your heart entirely wrenches and your breath catches in your throat because he really is so pretty. Donghyuck truly is the whole package, you realize with a start as you quietly admire him behind the lens. He keeps up with your bantering and jokes, stays up with you to binge watch Scooby-Doo on Netflix, and even makes you pancakes in the morning if he’s feeling particularly generous after a sleepover the night before. He’s smart, funny, talented, and kind, plus he’s willing to eat all the discarded pretzels in your bag of Chex Mix. Seriously, where else can you find someone like this? The Big Man Upstairs really didn’t skimp out on anything when he made your best friend.
With a jolt in your heart, you realize that this is it. It’s time. It’s the perfect moment to initiate the second challenge, and butterflies erupt in your stomach while your hands grow sweaty at the mere thought of kissing your best friend. With the blood rushing to your cheeks, you wipe your palms on your pants and straighten up from your position behind the camera before nervously making your way over to your best friend in a few steps.
Your best friend raises an eyebrow at you, the confusion clear in his eyes, and you clear your throat before outstretching your hand and pretending to fix his hair. “This part was sticking out a bit.”
You count to five in your mind as your heart ricochets in your chest before you allow your fingers to trail down to his cheek, lingering there for a few moments before. Hesitating at first, you finally pluck up the courage to meet his eyes with yours. With a sharp inhale, you see that your best friend is already staring back at you with the softest expression on his face, lips parted slightly and eyes glimmering, almost as if he’s waiting for you, beckoning for you to take the leap.
And you do.
Eyes fluttering shut, you tentatively press your lips against his. Donghyuck stiffens for a moment before relaxing, kissing you back eagerly and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer, and your other hand lands on his chest and curls around the fabric of his shirt. It feels like fireworks are exploding as your heart nearly sings in joy because your best friend kissed you back. His mouth presses against yours, mapping out every curve, and you sigh into the kiss, causing him to smile.
When you break away with warm cheeks and all the oxygen knocked out of your lungs, he laughs breathlessly, lips red and slightly swollen. He lightly squeezes your hip before asking with a husky voice, “So what was that for?”
“I, uh, it was a Tiktok challenge,” you answer dazedly, and your best friend secretly smirks when he notices the pretty stars in your eyes. You start to take a step back, mumbling another excuse. His eyes twinkle mischievously, and his fingers nimbly wrap around the belt loops of your jeans and tug you back towards him.
His lips crash onto yours once more, and you let out a muffled noise of surprise, the telltale blush rising to your cheeks again. He presses his lips against yours more firmly, and you finally respond, molding your mouth against his as you slip your arms around his neck, chest pressed against his. You can feel the way his heart speeds up, thumping against his ribcage, and you can already imagine that yours is the same, pounding faster than ever because of one certain Lee Donghyuck.
After a few moments, he reluctantly pulls away, placing a tender kiss on the corner of your lips. “Well, that probably wasn’t appropriate for your channel.”
Your eyes flutter open, and you gingerly touch your lips, wonderstruck. “Forget the video, what was that kiss for?”
Donghyuck beams at you, eyes curving into lovely moon crescents and crinkling in the corners, as he boops his nose against yours affectionately. “I wanted to do the challenge, too.”
You completely fail to hide the ever growing smile on your face. You reach out to carefully rub away some of the purple hair chalk that somehow landed on his cheek, and his smile widens. “But, do you even know what the challenge is?”
“No, but I got to kiss you, so does it really matter?” He shrugs, and you hide your face in the crook of his neck, cheeks growing impossibly warmer. If this continues, your face might erupt in flames. He shamelessly grins at your reaction, laughing loudly and squeezing you tightly. “What was the challenge anyway?”
“It’s called ‘today I tried to kiss my best friend.’ So I, you know… kissed my best friend,” you mutter. When he doesn’t respond, you slowly peek up at him. He seems to be concentrating on something in particular before his eyes light up, an idea already forming in his mind. You’re half intrigued and half terrified, wondering what he’s going to say next.
“Well, I think we both failed the challenge,” he announces, and your eyebrows nearly shoot off your face. He gives you a cheeky grin. “We should probably try again.”
You let out a snort, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck again. “Oh, really? And what happens if we fail again? Do we keep trying?”
His eyes sparkle as he starts to lean in. “That’s the spirit. Wow, I really should’ve dressed like this years ago, huh.”
“I don’t know,” you tease, nudging your nose against his. “I mean, that one phase where you had that short, bright red helmet haircut really got my panties in a twist.”
Donghyuck immediately recoils, face burning as he unfortunately recalls the repressed memory of that horrid haircut that he managed to keep buried all these years. His face twists into an unpleasant grimace, and you barely manage to stifle a laugh before he starts to sulk, whining as he clings onto you.
“Shut up, my mom said I looked handsome!”
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wait this was actually kinda cute 😳
winwin in past tense is wonwon!!! commented:
jeno is my favorite commented:
y/n and donghyuck: announces relationship
us: pretends to be shocked @.@
nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:
LOVE IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🥺🥺💘💓💓💞💞🥺💝💖💚
FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:
FJDKSLSLA!!! THEY REALLY DID THAT HUH 🤩🤩🤩 (btw who is donghyuck)
johnny’s communication center commented:
Woah who is that sexy dude with that sexy looking face? Damn he looks like a player 😉
prince jae commented:
this is a bop!
edit: wait did i use that correctly
takoyaki prince commented:
ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:
you will never be allowed on my show. @ y/n, if he’s forcing you to be his gf, blink twice and we’ll get you out of there
insert goofy’s chuckle replied:
@ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck literally no one asked you ron jeon
ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied:
@ insert goofy’s chuckle it’s RENJUN. REN. JUN. R-E-N-J-U-N.
jisung pwark commented:
ok so maybe this convinced me to shoot my shot. also gross go make out off camera you guys
mork lee rawr xD commented:
Wooooooww~~ this was SWEET hahahaha
@ mork lee rawr xD can you rec me some hyuck aegyo compilations? 🥰
junguwu (◕‿◕✿) commented:
oh my god??? HE LOOKS SO GOOD?? 😍😛 HELL YES Y/N GET YOUR MAN SWEETIE ✊🏻😩
big head king commented:
Literally no one:
Hyuck: DAMN I COULD BE ON THE COVER OF VOGUE 🥵🥵
insert goofy’s chuckle replied:
@ big head king you’re just jealous that y/n called me STUNNING 💅🏻
ty track commented:
please have him home before 10 pm on weeknights
insert goofy’s chuckle replied:
@ ty track you’re not my mom
ty track replied:
@ insert goofy’s chuckle i’m calling johnny
insert goofy’s chuckle replied:
@ ty track omg wait i’m sorry i’ll come home by 9 pls don’t call dad ily 🥺
summary: when you move back home after a few years apart, haechan starts to see you in a different light, and eventually the tension between you overpowers your worries about ruining your friendship.
genre/warnings: bestfriend to lovers au, smut (dirty talk, slight overstim if you squint?), fluff
word count: 4k
since your first day of elementary school, donghyuck had been your best friend. on that very first day, he had shared his animal crackers with you on the playground bench when you'd dropped yours, and you'd been inseparable ever since. even when your parents moved you away for the majority of middle school, you talked over the phone, you'd even sent each other handwritten letters through the post until donghyuck got his first phone.
the summer before high school started, your parents decided it was best to move back, and suddenly things were different between you and donghyuck. for one, he'd adopted haechan as a nickname, which you couldn't deny suited him more than you'd ever admit, but those four years had seen a lot of changes in the both of you. changes you couldn't ignore.
that stupid smirk he was always wearing was one. the growth-spurt and the jawline and the attractive shape of his shoulders had just been the things you noticed first, let alone the flirty humour he was so comfortable with. nevertheless, the two of you fell back into your old best-friend ways since elementary school; ice cream on fridays, although now they were at two in the morning instead of the afternoon, burgers at the diner on wednesdays because wednesdays are the worst day of the week.
these thoughts cross your mind once again as the boy in question slides into the chair opposite you in the cafeteria, pushing a tray towards you. "they had fries," is the only thing he says to you before he turns to jaemin and starts talking quietly about how they're going to cheat on their chemistry test. you murmur a thank you, picking a few up and stuffing them into your mouth as you continue your conversation with mark, your replacement whilst you were gone, as hyuck had so elegantly put it.
"are you coming to lucas' party tonight?" he asks, stealing some of the fries in front of you before you can swat his hand away. opposite you, haechan has blocked jaemin's voice out of his head so he can hear your answer, hating the way his heart skips a beat in anticipation. these parties were nothing new, you went to almost every single one, but haechan never got used to the clothes you wore, so much more revealing than the ones you to school. it was undeniable in those moments the way his cheeks flushed at the sight of you.
when he had first noticed these thoughts about you, he had been terrified. you were his childhood friend, how could he think of you as anything more than that? surely it would break the two of you apart if he so much as mentioned it to you? over the years since you moved back, however, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable state of flirtatiousness. he would say something suggestive and you would simply laugh and retort with a quip equally as witty. it was second nature, now; the longing glances, the way your hands brushed together when you walked side by side, the way his heart fluttered whenever you stole his hoodies, but only the ones that still smelt of him. your voice brings him back to the present.
"as if i would miss a party," you laugh, and the sound seems brighter every time to haechan, "are you driving everyone?" when mark shakes his head you raise your eyebrows in question and he nods to jeno, the dedicated sober friend for this week. the one good thing about not having your driver's license is that you were never denoted to that role.
as the school day comes to a close you meet haechan outside the back entrance, ready to walk home. the proximity of your houses meant it was always convenient for you both to walk home together, and it made haechan feel better to see you get home safe, he would never tell you that, though. he stands to the side of the crowd streaming out the door and waves you over when he spots your head in the sea of pupils. you shoot him a sunny smile that has his heartbeat pumping in his eardrums.
"you ready, princess?" the familiar smirk is present and you roll your eyes at the nickname, not allowing him the satisfaction of knowing how much it affected you, "you going home after tonight?" he asks as you break out the school car park and onto the pavement, steps falling into rhythm.
"i'm not sure yet, i doubt i'll be able to sneak back in," you scrunch your nose in contemplation, weighing up your options, "i'll probably tell my parents i'm staying at yeri's or something."
you miss the frown that settles on his face, "and stay at lucas'? alone?" haechan tries not to show how much he doesn't like that idea. lucas was a good person, he knows, but he would worry about you no matter who's house you would stay at. it was just part of your relationship at this point.
"yeah?" you stare at him in confusion, oblivious to the way his eyes flicker away when you try to meet his gaze. "what, you want me to come and sleep with you?" as soon as the words left your mouth you realised the second meaning to them and tried to ignore how your face blazed. it was your turn to avoid his eyes as you tried to pretend you had meant that word choice.
"if that's what you want, babygirl," a wink punctuates his words and heat spreads through you. you roll your eyes at him again.
jeno had, as promised, come to collect you from your house, laughing as you ran through your garden to avoid being spotted by your parents. jeno's car is smaller than mark's, all the seats already taken, but before you can ask where you're supposed to sit he presses on the accelerator. hands come to brace you as you nearly fall and your placed onto someone's lap. you can tell it's haechan from the expensive cologne that overwhelms your senses, the warm hands on your waist maintaining their position even after jeno's driving at a normal speed again.
the drive to lucas' house is short but bumpy and you grasp the seat in front of you to stop the jostling. when the car speeds over a bump haechan's fingers dig into your sides, his forehead falling onto your shoulder. you try and turn around to face him but his hands dig in further, stopping you from moving anymore. just as you're about to ask him what's wrong you feel a hardness pressing against the inside of your thigh and your eyes widen.
the flirty jokes you always exchanged meant something, you knew, but the feeling of him underneath you makes you heat up. you're frozen for a moment before a wave of smugness washes through you. haechan was always the one to make you flustered, and to know you had the same effect on him was something you wouldn't forget.
when the car finally stops in front of lucas' house, the others pile out before you two and you face him, raising your eyebrows. you open your mouth to tease him but he beats you to it, "fuck off." is all he says before he stalks towards the front door. you have to jog to keep up with him.
"really? in the car?" haehan rolls his eyes but the blush on his cheeks and the darkness in his eyes is obvious.
"if you weren't wiggling your ass, this wouldn't have happened–"
"i was not wiggling my ass, it's not my fault you're just needy," he stops walking at your words and spins around to face you, eyes narrowed in a look you assume is supposed to be intimidating. it's kinda hot, though, you think.
"i am not needy!" the laugh you let out only seems to upset him further and he takes a step towards you, "i can show you what needy is–"
"are you guys coming or what?" jaemin shouts from the doorway and haechan’s eyes flicker away from you to glare at him. before you can get another word out he’s walking as fast as he can away from you, shoulders squared of defensively. you can hear the pounding music from the house and you decided to forget about his attitude for the night and have as much fun as you can.
five drinks in and haechan is the last thing on your mind. the harsh liquid had burned at first but as lucas offers you a sixth you don't feel it slip down your throat. he grins and you match it, head spinning and vision blurring, the bassline of the music pounding in your ears. lucas has always been a great host, and he laughs at the way stumble from the kitchen counter he sits on. litres upon litres of free alcohol fills the table in front of you and you reach for a colourful blue bottle that fizzes when you twist the top off. he passes you a red plastic cup and the drink spills over the sides as you try and pour it, lucas' laugh piercing through your head which starts throbbing with the beginnings of a headache.
as if he can sense the state you're in, jeno appears in your line of sight, head shaking disapprovingly. you put up a fight when he takes the cup out of your hand and tips it down the sink but give up quickly when jeno shoots you a stern stare. lucas has already slinked off back to his living room where the rest of the guests reside, hands waving at people as a pretty brunette pulls him to the corner of the room. "you're already drunk, y/n."
"no i'm not," you insist but you can hear the way they slur together. the sound of them is foreign to your ears and they make you giggle, the sixth shot you had taken moments before starting to take effect. when you try and walk towards the drink's table your knees buckle under you and jeno has to catch you to stop you falling to the floor.
"this is why i hate being the sober friend," he mumbles as he sets you down on the floor to prevent you from hurting yourself, pulling your hands away when they reach to pull on his hair, muttering about his hair colour.
"now that, i whole-heartedly agree with," the new voice belongs to johnny, who frowns in amusement at the position you're in, giggling hysterically at jeno's hair. "hyuck's in a similar shape, we just put him upstairs in the spare room."
"can you help me take her up? she can't walk properly." their conversation falls on deaf ears to you and you're staring at everything in the kitchen and yet nothing at all as they both take one of your arms, hoisting you into an upright position. standing up, you last all but five seconds on your own before you put all your weight into them and allow yourself to be carried up the stairs.
true to johnny's word, haechan is sat on the edge of the bed, head between his knees whilst jaehyun crouches to talk to him, rubbing his back with a sympathetic smile on his face.
you call out when you see him, "haechannie!" and his head shoots up at the sound of your voice, all the darkness of his eyes from earlier dissipated.
"y/n!" johnny and jeno place you carefully on the bed next to him and meet jaehyun by the door to watch you. haechan's arm is already around your shoulder, your head planted on his shoulder, unclear if you're passed out already or not.
"where are they staying?" jaehyun asks, eyes not leaving the pair in front of him, grimacing when you bump heads with each other.
"i think here?"
"you really wanna leave them alone like this?" johnny questions as he watches you press kisses to the side of haechan's neck, turning to face him.
jeno considers his options for a moment. leave the two of you alone drunk and clearly ready to omit any rational thoughts, or stay here and try to keep you off each other. or, he supposes, he could bribe someone else to do it for him. yes, that's what he'll do. he'll find jaemin.
once the others leave and you're left alone, hands are immediately on your waist, pulling you into a kiss. haechan rubs his thumbs into the exposed skin of your middle, pressing his lips to yours in such a desperate manner you can do nothing but sit and kiss back. the hands pull you onto his lap and you waste no time threading your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss, subconsciously grinding your hips down onto him.
"i've wanted to do this for ages," he moans into your neck, fingers hastily skimming over your skin, trying to touch you everywhere at once.
"i told you you were needy," the reminder does nothing to halt his actions, accepting your words with nothing but a hum, hands now making their way up your shirt to the clasp of your bra.
just as he's battling with the article of clothing, the door shoots open again and you fall off his lap and onto the matress. jaemin walks in, snickering at nothing and plops himself in between you on the bed, head falling onto haechan's shoulder.
"hi guys!" the tone of his voice gives away just how much he's drunk already, and you eye haechan over jaemin's mop of blue hair, pouting in disappointment.
a pounding head greets you in the morning and even though you and haechan both remember what had happened the night before, neither of you can stop blushing for long enough to bring it up. so you don't, the fear of ruining your friendship too great a risk for you.
it's a hot summer day and you meet haechan and jeno along with jaemin and renjun at the ice cream shop near your house. it's a brightly decorated new place that offers a mammoth selection of different toppings, which is partly the reason you get bullied when you choose an ice lolly instead. in your defense, it was boiling outside and ice cream is dehydrating.
haechan is cursing every god he knows of as you sit opposite him in the booth, lips wrapped so prettily around your ice lolly. he blinks harshly when you lick the side to stop the juice dripping onto your hand, still talking to renjun. in front of him sits the tub of ice cream he previously been so excited to try and yet now he can't seem to eat it, thoughts elsewhere.
in his head, he curses himself for thinking like this, for thinking about how amazing your lips would feel wrapped around his–
"dude are you okay? you're staring at your ice cream like it holds the secrets to the universe." jeno's laugh cuts through his mind and his cheeks burn. he nods wordlessly, searching for something, anything, else to think of, instead of the blood rushing straight to his dick.
later that same day, when he's back in his bedroom alone, you're the only thought that crosses his mind. he thinks about that night at lucas' party, how you had both been so ready to forget anything holding you back, he thinks about the car ride there, how cocky you had been when he got hard from you sitting on his lap. it was clear you felt the same way, at least, he hoped you did.
in your own bedroom, you're having a similar crisis to your best friend. it hadn't been easy to ignore to way he was staring at you earlier, you had even exaggerated your eating just to tease him. you wondered if he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. maybe you should ask. no, that was too risky. you needed something less obvious.
"you wanna come over to watch that new movie? i'm bored."
haehcan reads the words over and over again, trying to decipher any ulterior motives you might have, yet again that may just be him wishing for some. he takes a moment to reply, choosing his response carefully, even though he knew immediately he would be saying yes.
once you had confirmed a meeting time, haechan had but two hours to compose himself. he didn't know what to expect, after all, you could have invited him over simply to watch the movie, however much he hoped that was only a cover. a cover for an empty apartment, and some suppressed desires.
when you open your front door, you're already worked up enough. it takes all the self restraint in you to not pounce on the boy in front of as soon as he steps into your hallway. he seems to be having a similar internal debate and you feel the air shift as he drops his bag next to your door, stepping towards you.
neither of you want to make the first move, the tension growing until you can’t stand in anymore, reaching towards him, knotting your fingers behind his neck and pulling him down to you. he closes the gap between you, lips smashing against yours in such desperation you would tease him if you didn’t feel the same way.
“where?” he mumbles against your lips, hands gripping up and down your sides.
“bedroom.” is all you reply before he wraps his arms around your waist, shuffling the both of you into your bedroom and shutting the door with his foot. he pushes you onto the bed and you let yourself fall, hair splaying out underneath you in a way he likes maybe too much.
his body follows yours and he slots between your legs perfectly, hands reclaiming their grip on your middle, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. wherever his fingers slide over, goosebumps rise in their wake, sending shivers through you at their coldness.
your lips return to his and you tilt his head up to deepen the kiss, only breaking away to press open-mouthed kisses to the space under his ear, relishing in the way his breathing hitches in his throat. the kisses trail down his neck to his collarbone, biting down before sucking the area into your mouth. haechan lets out a sinful moan that goes straight to your core.
as soon as you pull you lips away from his body he pulls your shirt over your head, cursing at the lack of underwear, gaze locking in on the swell of your breasts, nipples hard in the cold air. “you had such a hard time taking it off last time,” you reason into his ear, pulling the lobe into your mouth and pulling before continuing, “i thought i would save you the trouble.”
“fuck, baby, you’re so hot,” his words are silenced by the moan you let out when his fingers come to toy with your nipples, rolling one between his digits. you can’t help but arch into him, legs closing around the thigh spreading them apart. it’s clear you’re already so turned on that haechan almost pities you as you grind against his thigh. “so hot, and needy it seems.”
“haechan,” you moan, hands coming to tug on his own shirt, pulling the material over his head and throwing it somewhere else in the room. “i need you so bad.”
“i know, baby,” he cooes, dropping his mouth to envelope your nipple in between his lips, “i’ll take care of you, don’t worry, princess.” the filthful nature of his words make your body heat up, the coldness of fingers now toying with the waistline of your shorts so much more noticeable.
the shorts are removed quickly, your panties following quickly. before you can process what he’s doing, his fingers are spreading your lips apart, lips blowing on your clit to watch the way you clench around nothing. you shiver, hands moving to grip his hair.
after admiring your pussy for a moment, he licks a thick stripe from your hole to your clit, stopping to suck the bud into his mouth, hands coming to press you into the matress when you buck up into him. his tongue laps over your most sensitive spot and he rubs your wetness over his fingers before pushing one into you, moaning at the tightness of your walls. the vibrations of his moan travel straight through your clit and you let out a shameful whine.
after working his finger in you for a few moments, he adds a second, closely followed by a third as he continues his assault on your clit. your moans are loud and non-stop, only stopping to warn him how close you are.
“cum on my tongue, babygirl,” the dirty words dripping from his tongue push you over the edge and you let go with a cry, tugging on the strands of haechan’s hair so hard it nearly hurts him.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all you can say as haechan makes his way back up your body, pressing his lips back to yours. on his tongue, you can taste the sweetness of your own cum and you move away from him only to tug his bottom lip in between your teeth, pulling then sucking on it to numb the pain.
you make quick work of his jeans, helping him out of them and chucking them to the floor, shortly followed by his own underwear. from his view, you look stunning, eyes hooded and blown out with lust, lips red and wet from kissing, bruised almost.
he doesn’t say anything as he lines himself up with your enterance, rocking his hips forwards and filling you completely. the pleasure is almost too much for you, still sensitive from your orgasm only minutes prior, eyes rolling back at the way he fills you so well. haechan’s head falls to your shoulder as he gives himself a moment to calm down, biting into your shoulder when he pulls out to the tip.
“you take me so well, baby,” the words are hot in your ear, his breath fanning down your neck, “look at you, all spread out for me.”
you wrap your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself as he pushed back in, moaning into your shoulder at the feeling of you around him, tight, wet, hot. he can sense he won’t last long as he sets a fast pace, chasing his own high.
to make up for his fast-approaching orgasm, he takes your ankle into his hand, pulling your leg up to rest over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to hit every sweet spot possible. the feeling leaves you paralyzed in pleasure, unable to do anything but chant his name.
“i’m gonna cum,” you mumble against him, whining out when his thumb comes down to rub fast circles on your clit.
“fuck,” haechan’s eyes are screwed shut and the sight is so other-wordly beautiful it almost makes you tear up. “i’m cumming.”
his hips stutter and the feeling of his cum filling you, some leaking onto the tops of your thigs, pushes you over the edge. your back arches as you cum over his cock, his hips still easing the both of you through your highs.
when you’ve calmed down, chest heaving as the aftershocks of your second orgasm ripple through you, he pulls out, wincing at the first flicker of overstimulation. he turns and presses a gentle kiss to your ankle, rubbing the fingers of his other hand over your cheekbone, relishing the fucked out expression on your face. he thinks this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked, so exhuasted underneath him, sweat glistening over your skin.
he laughs an agreement out, falling next to you on the bed and lacing your fingers together. “we should watch movies together more often.”
a/n: the only thing i have to say is yikes at this point.