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catboyieejeno · 10 months

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nct dream reaction ₊˚ପ⊹

➸ the dreamies as boyfriends.

alt title: the dreamies are boyfriend coded—that's all.

content: gn! reader, fluff, slightly suggestive, mentions of food

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ mark lee

mark is very easily flustered in general, so what is he supposed to do when the prettiest person ever is just simply existing in his presence? just remembering you're in the room and stealing a glance your way awakens the most teenage-boyish feelings within him, tips of his ears red and nerves bubbling as if he isn't already in a relationship with you

he's endeared by the most minute gestures and quirks of yours, the ones that go unnoticed by others. like your little huff when you're frustrated or the way you scrunch your nose when you're not satisfied or contemplating something

they way you randomly squeeze his hand when you guys are walking will drive him up the wall. this man will audibly gasp or squeak, clutch his chest, and squeeze his eyes shut to recover from the way his heart is suddenly and fiercely pounding in his chest

he's constantly geeking out over you, though he doesn't gush to the dreamies too often. they'd just make fun of him and tbh he doesn't wanna hear it, but on occasion he'll talk to jaehyun or johnny since they're close and more than willing to lend an ear

can only go so long without a kiss from you. i give him maximum two hours (sometimes sooner) before he's looking into your eyes in that way that tells you he's going to kiss you

his hands would come up to hold your face and his lips would mold into a soft, doughy smile before pressing into yours. it's delicate and lingering, and he breathes you in every time, hands only leaving your face to wrap tightly around you and hold you close to his chest

would do the typical 'wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb' when you're eating together or pick an eyelash from your cheek, holding it up and insisting you make a wish and blow it away so it comes true

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ huang renjun

we know renjun has no filter, but i don't see him being too frequently outspoken about his feelings with/towards you; he's slightly reserved in this regard because giving cheesy compliments feels slightly foreign and awkward and he doesn't thinks it's something he's good at

initially, that is.

that reservation lasts up until the moment the most unplanned, instinctual, and heartfelt "gosh, i could look at you forever," leaves his lips.

he didn't plan to make you flustered; in fact, he didn't even plan on saying it out loud. he was just obliviously voicing his thoughts, but once he saw the flush of red that spread across your cheeks, eyes dreamy and wide with surprise, renjun questions how he ever went a day without being the reason for this look on your face.

huang renjun pays so much attention to detail when it comes to you, whether it's about your favorite food/restaurant or your coffee order or the different scents/products you like. you'll literally never have to repeat yourself with him, he's always listening very closely and noticing all the small things about you that no one has ever picked up on

he's so gentle and considerate, an 'actions speak louder than words' kind of guy. constant acts of service, making sure you keep up with meals, helping with chores, naming and watering your plants, etc.

and, undoubtedly, he's definitely the best out of the dreamies at taking care of you when you're sick.

now... he will wear a mask and wont kiss you until you're 100% better

or at least until he's sure you're not contagious

but you can bet this boy is making you fresh tea and soup daily, checking your temperature every thirty minutes, rubbing menthol on your chest and running you a bath + sticking a towel in the dryer so it's warm when he wraps it around you and gets you ready for bed

will not leave your side until you make a complete recovery

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee jeno

his natural resting state is his face tucked into your neck or shoulder

before he's even opened his eyes on an early morning, his face is nuzzling into yours, lips nibbling at your neck, plush and wet and leaving the lightest of kisses on your warm skin. he's completely enveloped by your scent, lulled to sleep for a bit longer by the sounds of your even breaths

if you're standing in a queue or at a party, he'll rest his cheekbone onto your shoulder, both arms wrapping around your waist. occasionally he'll leave a kiss on the nearest accessible spot of exposed skin, but since he's the shyest member (according to the dreamies), he might not do much more in regards to PDA

hand holding is a must though, especially when it's cold and your linked hands are tucked into his jacket pocket. so cheesy but you gotta let it slide bc it's lee jeno

loves to help you pick your outfits/shop with you... loves it.

has absolutely all the patience in the world, and will watch you with stars in his eyes as you style yourself, nervously offering his opinion every so often

will ask you to get up from your seat so that he can take it and pull you onto his lap instead. 7/10 times he'll get hard but can you blame him...

speaking of laps, please let him nap on yours :( jeno will pout and beg for a chance to sleep on your thighs or tummy, insisting that the quality of his sleep is drastically improved when he's on you. also, it's implied that he wants you to massage his scalp and play with his hair... will be out within five minutes if you do

and if he were to stir awake and the lights in the room were too bright, he'd tiredly drag your hand over to rest on his cheek and shade his eyes so he can keep sleeping

would absolutely love if you showed an interest in any of his hobbies

for example, he'd be so giddy if you let him teach you how to play a video game, holding your hand over the mouse and keyboard and pressing your fingers down on the buttons as he mutters instructions into your shoulder

or if you wanted to ride bikes with him or go to the gym with him, he'd be so attentive and watchful over you, making sure you have a good time doing the things that he likes

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lee donghyuck

the partner privilege is real with this one

like, he'll be actively feeding you a bite of his food and another member would ask to try it, and he would immediately complain (even though he eventually gives in anyway) just because ugh! it's not the same as letting you have some, you know?

and on the topic of food, when you try his, he will be feeding it to you. no, he will not let you do it yourself so don't even try it—lee donghyuck lives and breathes for the way you roll your eyes in feigned annoyance before accepting the spoonful he so meticulously prepared for you, cheeks stuffed because it was probably too much. he'd even coo at you, going on about how cute you look and asking how you like the taste

will feel betrayed if you watch an episode of a show you're meant to be watching together without him. and while he's on tour or stuck at the dorms, he will facetime you so you can watch it together

he's genuinely so enamored and obsessed with you, in a way that might not even be entirely normal or sane. loves laying on your chest so that he can hear your heart and yes, he will shamelessly ask you to scratch his back, humming contently after each drag of your nails on his skin

cannot seem to get enough affection, ever

also cannot seem to get close enough to you. if it was possible, he'd merge into you to be closer but since it isn't, he'll just have to settle for cuddle sessions where he's wrapped around you like a koala, leg swung across you and pinning you in place.

he's a little dependent when he's with you, so he has a bit of a hard time when he's on tour. hyuck needs to talk to you and hear your voice and he will do anything and everything necessary to make that happen, whether it's staying up ridiculously late, or getting up before the sun to match your schedule. when he's away, he misses you so, so bad that it literally and physically hurts

and he's so soft on these phone calls, constantly reminding you that he misses you and your voice and your touch

he'll endlessly tell you that he loves you, all teasing and jokes aside—he can go back to doing all that when he gets home. for now, he's rambling about all the things he did that day that you would have liked and promising that he will bring you there one day

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ na jaemin

the honeymoon phase never truly ends when you're dating na jaemin. he is the biggest flirt, and i do not say that lightly

compliments and teases you like it's second nature because it is. he's constantly trying to swoon you and is not at all shy about skin-ship, clinging to you when he feels like he needs a bit of extra loving.

i think people underestimate how romantic jaemin is because he tends to be a bit subtle about it, and contrary to popular belief, i think he'd only really pull that side of him out in private, only for you to see. he's not particularly against PDA, just prefers to soak you in when the two of you are alone and together

slow kisses that hide how eager and enamored he really is, fingertips softly grazing all the way up your arms until they disappear into the back of your hair. it's insane how every kiss feels like the first with him, just as exciting, giddy, and warm.

if he has to get up before you for practice or schedules, he'll leave a kiss on your forehead before literally tucking you in, promising to be "back home and in your arms before you know it!"

when i say na jaemin would do anything to make you happy... that is not at all an exaggeration

movie night? you can pick the film and snacks. a couple's trip or vacation? he'll have you make a list of everything you wanna do and follow it through to the very last detail. an argument or disagreement? you're always in the right. if he so much as senses it's escalating, he'll quickly apologize. whatever it is you're fighting about, it's not worth upsetting you over. genuinely has so much love for you, he doesn't ever want to see you unhappy.

learns the recipes to your favorite foods so that he can make them for you whenever you want/crave them

if you were comfortable with it, he'd shower with you every single day, it's literally his favorite thing

and it's not even sexual half the time bro :( i mean... unless you wanted it to be

it's his fingers slowly scrubbing the shampoo into your scalp, hands massaging your upper back and shoulders, applying your facial cleanser and drawing shapes into the foam on your cheeks and forehead...

will 100% hog the hot water, though

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ zhong chenle

uses humor to flirt with you

even when he's mad at you he's still cracking jokes lmfao

kind of mean when he's playing around, but he knows to never take it too far. he doesn't actually want to hurt your feelings, he only wants to convince you that he's not as infatuated with you as he actually is.... although sometimes he slips up lol

like, he'll be gawking at you with so much love in his eyes, then suddenly crack a joke or poke fun at you. it might be quite confusing for an outsider, especially since after he's done laughing at you, he'd lean in and peck your cheek as a wordless truce. you're used to it by now though, and it's honestly kinda sweet because you know by now that pestering is his own way of showing you that he loves you

will pretend to ignore you so that you're forced to ask him for attention because he likes feeling needed/wanted by you

chenle is the personification of the phrase 'dating your best friend'. there's no one who makes you laugh quite as hard as him, or who knows you as well as he does. and, even at times where he isn't the most directly affectionate, he's still following you from room to room as you go about your day, dramatically dragging his feet bc where are you going without him :(

if you praise him for any reason at all, you've immediately turned him into putty and rendered him incapacitated—his cold front has been breached, and no amount of shrugging or 'tsk'-ing from him can hide the grin on his face or the way his eyes have softened and molded into hearts

your approval means everything to him, and he'd never tell you, but he'd constantly worry if he was enough for you or if you deserved better

when he is in an affectionate mood, you can expect lazy kisses just about anywhere. he gets in these moods when he's sleepy, far too tired to keep up his cold act, choosing instead to nestle himself in your warmth and soak in everything that is you.

instead of playing with his ring to go to sleep, you find that he frequently falls asleep, quietly snoring, with the material of your shirt clutched in his hand

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ park jisung

is touch-starved and it shows!

but the idea of outwardly asking you for affection terrifies him, so every time you perform any kind of skin ship, he desperately tries to express how much he likes it by smiling at you or leaning into your touch in hopes that you catch on to the fact that he loves it and he loves you and he wants more

eventually, as he grows more comfortable in the relationship, daring to initiate some touching of his own... as soon as he reaches this point, you realize there's no stopping him

he'd pick up the cutest little habits like spontaneously kissing you mid sentence because he just can't help himself or wait until you're done speaking bc he just needs to kiss you now or he'll die

that, or he'd catch himself playing with your fingers as he listens to the sound of your voice or while the two are laying down and you're telling him about literally anything

his thumb will be brushing ever so gently over your wrist, knuckles, and fingers as he hums to ensure you that he's still listening, his deep voice making his chest rumble under your cheek

but his favorite habit he's developed by far would be having you curled up on his lap, and it's not even in a sexual way or whatever

genuinely, he's never felt more at home

jisung busies himself caressing your soft skin or playing with your hair as you both mindlessly talk about random topics

and all of a sudden he's hyperaware of the situation and his heart swells up with love + a brush creeps up on his cheeks because hahaha wdym you're sitting on his lap rn??!?!?!

and if you glance up at him, fully expect him to get more flushed and hide in your shoulder

constantly buys you your favorite snack but eats most of them before you get around to trying them :( but like you can't even be mad

overall very soft and baby and just about anything you do makes him fall in love with you again

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taexoxosgf · 5 months

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bf!lee haechan x fem!reader

warnings: somnophilia, dumbification, usage of ‘bitch,’ unprotected sex, cream pie

— wrote this for my girl brinny (@/hoondior) but she got tired of tumblr and so she said to just post it on mine LOL

“H-Hyuck,” you whimper, incoherent calls slipping past your lush lips.

“You wanted to act like a bitch in heat, so here,” he spits between his hard but steady thrusts. “I’m giving you what you want, so take it,” the fingers around your throat squeeze together and your eyes roll back into your head. The pressure sends a buzz up your spine as tears roll down your face.

After spending a night out, the alcohol coursing through your veins made you miss your boyfriend. So badly, that when you saw him sound asleep underneath the silk sheets, your panties were already sticking to your core.

His features are so soft and serene, so much so, that you spend a few moments admiring before your gaze drops to his long fingers, the veins decorating them perfectly in every way possible. You lick your lips at the sight, and that’s more than enough to slither up the bed and straddle his limp form.

You’re pulling his cock out of its confines before slipping them in between your legs, your pussy squeezing his cock and it immediately stiffens once you bottom out. It has you whimpering, the familiar but satisfying burn fueling you to grind down. You don’t even care if he wakes up, so you begin to bounce on his cock with a speed that satiates the want you have for your boyfriend.

His features twist, notifying you he’s waking up, but you still carry on with renewed vigor.

“Y/n?” he rubs his eyes, but once you drop down onto him extra hard, he groans.

“S-sorry, n-need you so bad,” you beg for forgiveness but can’t feel anything other than the pleasure coursing through your veins.

Your boyfriend only offers a “tsk” before his fingers find homage on your hips, thrusting upwards to meet you halfway.

“Hyu–! I-” You fall forward slightly, hands pressing harder against his chest.

“My baby was too needy and needed to fuck her sleeping boyfriend?” he spits, sweat glazing his forehead in the dimness of the bedroom. “Such an impatient little girl.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you cry.

“What? Too dumb to say anything other than a sorry? My cock already making you stupid?”

“Y-your stupid girl,” you whine again, the band in your lower abdomen about to snap.

His fingers pinch your clit before roughly rubbing circles, causing your head to spin. It’s too much, the pleasure hitting you like a bus.

“Cum, bitch,” his words combine with groans at a specific thrust.

Your euphoric high hits its climax, and your body falls limp against your boyfriend’s.

“Fu-ck, relax for me baby,” he’s about to cum faster than usual with your walls pulsating and clamping around him like a vice, he couldn’t hold on longer. After a couple more thrusts, he’s cumming and riding out his high while yours and his arousal drips out of your hole.

But it’s not enough. He thrusts into you again, causing you to whine at the overstimulation. “S-sensitive,” you whimper.

“You started it,” he speeds up yet again.

“We’re not done until I say we’re done.”

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lyyhyuck · 5 days

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fluff; bestfriend!haechan x reader, words: 565.

🎧 chasing cars - snow patrol and there is a light that never goes out - the smiths

“every time i’m here, i get jealous of your blanket. seriously what material is this? its crazy how its so soft. i’ve never had bed sheets this soft”, your best friend, haechan, said, truly sounding amazed. you looked over and saw that he completely buried himself in your blanket, only his head sticking out.

it made you laugh lightly, but you didn’t answer. you focused on your homework while haechan just enjoyed doing nothing and lying around. the room was filled with the smell of tea. your cup freshly refilled and hot, while haechan‘s cup was only half full and already cold, standing on your night stand.

“and im jealous of you because you can lay there stress-free”, you replied, but facing him with your back since you’re sitting at your desk. he watched you doing your assignment for a minute or two, not wanting to interrupt you because he knew you get the most amount of stuff done when you’re in a ‘flow’ like now.

you apologized to your best friend for having to work first and put on headphones and finished your work in about thirty minutes. when you turned around on your desk chair, you see haechan has dozed off. a soft smile spread on your lips and you decided to let him nap for a while. you packed your bag for the next day, then grabbed your phone and made yourself comfortable on the space that was left of your bed, being careful not to wake him up.

another twenty minutes passed before haechan woke up, stretching and yawning. “rise and shine!” you greeted him. he laughed quietly, “shut up”.

“i’d really like to have my bed back”, you said. “too bad it’s mine now”, hyuck sticked out his tongue at you. you shrugged, “not like we haven’t shared a bed before”, and lifted up the blanket to get under it too. “hey, move!”, you told haechan, who just stared at you at first but then did move. you snuggled into your sheets, which were indeed very cozy - haechan did not exaggerate this time - and didn’t even notice how your best friend tensed up next to you.

“sorry”, you mumbled, “you probably expected a more exciting hang out than this.”

“no”, haechan said, “i knew what i signed up for when i texted this morning.”

you had to laugh, “why would you want to hang out here when i would be busy studying? are my sheets really that great?” haechan smiled “well yeah they are great. but-“, he paused, “i just wanted to spend time with you”. your heart melted at the way he looked at you. the moment suddenly felt very intimate.

your body acted before you could think and you snuggled into haechans side. he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

the room fell quiet for a while and you just enjoyed the moment, butterflys dancing around in your stomach.

“you know”, you hesitantly said, “i just wanted to spend time with you, too.” haechan kissed the crown of your head then. immediately, your cheeks turned red but you turned around to look him in the eyes nonetheless. you grinned, “i would always choose your company over anything even if it means that i study while you sleep”.

haechan kissed you.

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marklease · 7 months

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May I request fwb!haechan?😵‍💫

fwb gamer!haechan

i saw a request for fwb haechan and couldn’t stop myself from pushing gamer haechan agenda. hope you guys still enjoy 😔💕

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lovlive · 7 days

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ‘concert going’ - l.hc

SYNOPSIS - you and your boyfriend haechan finally get tickets to a concert and see the artist you love

PAIRING - lee haechan x reader

GENRE - fluff, established relationship

WARNINGS - i guess you could say that the reader is short (😭), reader is called ‘baby’, lmk if i missed something.

notes: i am so down bad for hyuck rn. like why is he so fine?! anyways, i used a random prompt generator to write this since my brain is dead from school and i got “get on my shoulders, you’ll see better.” hope you guys like it :3

both you and haechan have been obsessed with a new musical artist you’ve recently discovered. you’d both often find yourselves sharing headphones on the bus like in those romance anime movies listening to that one artist, or having their songs quietly play in the background while you complete your homework or some type of work you have due. so when haechan surprised you with tickets to one of their concerts, you nearly jumped out of your shoes with excitement (like literally, you were jumping up and down for the following 5 minutes and hugging (squeezing) the hell out of your poor boyfriend)

the day of the concert eventually comes and you wake up with a huge dumb smile on your face. you stayed up quite late last night trying to clear out as much unwanted things on your phone to make storage for the new photos and videos yoy were going to take, but nonetheless you felt as if you had slept atleast 12 hours with how energised you felt. you jumped up out of bed, giggling to yourself as you reached for your pre-planned concert outfit. you manage to change into it as you hear your boyfriend groan groggily, complaining that its too early for you to be getting up yet. you ignore his mumbling and drag him out of bed as you both head to the kitchen and have a breakfast. you let haechan get ready, and before you know it both of you are out of the house and driving to your destination.

you get to the venue, the smile from the morning still plastered on your face. it feels as if its stuck on your face, like you’d have to physically wipe it off with a tissue for it to be gone. you stand in line together, hands intertwined as you babble on about how excited you are to haechan. he teases you about your enthusiasm and how cute you are, squeezing your hand every now and again. eventually you get past all the security and other obstacles, reaching the hall. you get lost a couple of times trying to reach your seats because you cant read signs to save your life, leading to haechan snatching the phone out of your hand and leading you to your correct assigned area. the venue becomes more full by the second and your heart begins to thump in your chest as you wait for the artist to appear.

eventually the artist appears and you start screaming like a feral dog, haechan laughing at you hard. as the booming bass and electrifying guitar riffs filled the air, you found yourselves caught in the midst of the pulsating crowd at the concert. standing far from the stage, you struggled to catch a glimpse of the stage over the sea of heads. "man, I can barely see anything," you exclaimed, craning your neck to catch a glimpse of the performers.

haechan grinned mischievously. "i’ve got an idea. get on my shoulders, you'll see better!" you hesitated for a moment, unsure about the idea. but the infectious energy of the crowd and the excitement of the music convinced you to give it a try. with a laugh, you climbed onto haechan’s broad shoulders, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you rose above the crowd.

suddenly, everything changed. from your new vantage point, you could see the stage perfectly. the vibrant lights danced across the performers' faces, and you could feel the music reverberating through your bones.

as you swayed to the rhythm of the music, you both became lost in the moment. for a brief, exhilarating moment, it was just the two of you and the music. as the concert reached its climax, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. you felt alive, invigorated by the experience of being lifted above the crowd and immersed in the magic of the music. when the final notes faded away and the crowd began to disperse, you climbed down from haechan’s shoulders, feeling a sense of gratitude for your boyfriend's spontaneous idea. "thanks for the lift," you said, grinning at haechan. "anytime, baby, your as light as a feather to me." he replied, his own smile matching yours as you giggled at his response.

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you finally get home, both of you still giggling and yapping to eachother about your favourite moments of the concert. haechan decides to go take a shower as you decide to get in your pajamas and get cozy. you hold a bag of concert merch, excited to display it in your room and start wearing it on a daily basis. but before you do any of that, you want to express your gratitude to your boyfriend, of course. without him you wouldnt of even went to the concert since he was the one who bought the tickets for you both. you notice haechan walking out of the bathroom, hair dripping onto the fresh t-shirt that he’s wearing. you cant help to think about how handsome he is. he stands over the kitchen counter, supposedly turning the kettle on to make a tea as you creep up behind him. you stand on your tippy toes as you wrap your arms around his shoulders from the back, head turning to the side kiss his cheek. you take notice the immediate smile that appears on his face as he notices your actions. “whats up with you?” he teases as he spins around, now facing you and wrapping his arms back around your waist. “just wanted to say thank you for today.” you say, noticing his face leaning utterly close to yours. he chuckles at your response, feeling his hand tighten around you. “of course. you know id do anything to make you happy.” he smiled, closing the gap between you both and pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. you gently run one of your hands through his damp hair, enjoying the feeling of his warm lips against yours. the kiss breaks eventually, and you hear him mumble something out. “i love you.” the smile that has been on your face since this morning somehow grows even bigger as you respond. “i love you too.”

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ohmygs-blog · 9 months

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

memes bf hyuck would send u.

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daydreamingyuta · 5 months

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NCT as Husbands Series: Haechan

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!haechan wc: 676 nct as husbands masterlist

The thought of Haechan as a husband has my hearttt! The way that marrying him would be like marrying your best friend 🥹

He would be his clingy and cuddly self with you. like sometimes he just sees you and has to hug you, or kiss you, or tell you how beautiful you are. He would also just fall in love with you all over again every time you do something that he thinks is cute!

He also has his hands on you at all times. I think this is both a comfort thing for him, but it's also a small gesture to let you know that you're his person, the person he wants by his side at all times. Usually this is shown by him placing his hand on your thigh when you're at dinner with friends, or intertwining your hands together as you walk in the park, or absentmindedly playing with your hair as you two watch a movie.

I think there's also a big part of him that strives to make you proud. like when he married you, it gave him a whole new reason and perspective as to why he wants to excel and try his absolute best at everything he does.

Haechan also just has soo much love in his heart and I think that he would absolutely strive to take care of you. Even if that just simply means making you laugh everyday or making sure that you know exactly how loved you are by him.

You search the coffee shop for the best seat while Haechan goes up to the counter and orders for the both of you. There's a fair amount of people at the cafe, but it just so happens that your favorite spot in the whole restaurant is one of the only places that's free. You couldn't believe your luck as you hurry to sit down at the table right next to the window and the fireplace. You place your coat on the back of the chair and then wait for Haechan, passing the time by looking at your phone. You see Haechan approaching out of the corner of your eye so you set your phone down, but he doesn't immediately sit down in the seat across from you. "Hi." He says, still standing up and holding the two coffees in hand. "Hey, sit." You gesture to the seat, a little confused, but you understand what he's doing when he pretends to act shy at the request. "Wow, thanks." He says, finally taking a seat. "I just wanted to say, I come to this coffee shop a lot and you are the single most stunning person I've ever seen here." You laugh at his words, knowing that he likes to play this game sometimes where he pretends you don't know each other and you're meeting for the first time. You're not sure why he does it, maybe it's because it always makes you laugh. "Why, thank you. but I have to be honest with you." You say, playing along. "I'm married." You show him your ring that he gave you to prove this fact. "Oh, I'm sure he won't mind us having a friendly chat." "I don't know, he can be quite jealous." "Hmm." He hums, knowing not to try and deny that fact because he's proven it to be true many times. "Do you think I'm more handsome than him?" You take a moment to think about how he wants you to answer this question while you take a sip of your coffee. "No, sorry I only have eyes for him." You can tell by the smile on his face that you had chosen the right response. He must have decided that it was time to break character because he leans across the table and gives you a kiss which makes your cheeks flush from the unexpected affection. "Is your coffee good?" He asks, changing the subject. You nod your head, the both of you falling back into normal conversation as you enjoy the rest of your coffee date together.

#haechan #nct 127 #nct #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct dream #nct scenarios #fanfiction #fanfic #established relationship #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n #haechan x you #hyuck

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aemoonie · 1 year

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𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗄 - 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗒𝗎𝖼𝗄 ✰

/ˈmuːnstrʌk/ adjective: unable to think or act normally, especially as a result of being in love.

synopsis: after weeks of struggling to strip his mind off his feelings for you, haechan has taken the opposite tactic, no longer caring about hiding his feelings. he was desperate to end your hesitance. you, on the other hand, seemed terrified of it all.

a/n: this is one of my first longer imagines, so pls make yourself your favorite hot beverage and enjoy <3 (and maybe consider reblogging if you like it (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡)

(feat. the rest of 127!) lowercase intended, fem!reader, wc: ~5k, cw: mentions of food, anxiety, and nightmares.

the company couldn’t have picked a worse moment in time to make you and the boys go on a little getaway. it wasn’t that you didn’t welcome the rest and different atmosphere, you were desperately aching for it. but the air was thick with tension anytime you shared a room with a particular someone, and you dreaded having to spend an entire weekend in a house with him.

not too many nights ago, hyuck made it known to you that he liked you more than just a friend. which, to be honest, had your mind and heart racing, but it also made you feel pushed into a corner. you weren’t sure if you wanted to ruin what good friendship you had with him beforehand, neither did you feel ready to jump into a relationship like this so quickly. by the time he had confessed, you weren’t exactly unaware of your growing infatuation with him either. though you had dreaded this exact moment to happen and going back to just being friends seemed arguably off the table.

fate had decided in favor of you when you got picked to ride in another car than him, and you didn’t miss his disappointed look shifting onto the graveled stone under his feet. it was like a sting in your heart to see him like this, but you held yourself back every time. and later when all of you entered the house, he brushed past you, his arm just barely sliding past your shoulder, but enough for you to almost miss a step. it was as if your heart was playing tricks on you.

another moment you dreaded was the room assignments. just thinking about having to share a room with hyuck made you shiver, it would simply be torture for you. and so, game after game, you almost bit your nails off from your nerves, room after room got assorted. as the last two pairs were standing, mark won the game and chose hyuck as his roommate, leaving you to share a room with doyoung. you caught yourself letting out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding and smiled at the older boy. doyoung was a good roommate. he was clean and calm, and you felt comfortable with this arrangement. what you didn’t feel were eyes boring into the side of your head, a pair of eyes deeply unsatisfied with how the weekend was going.

before this weekend, hyuck had been a mess. he felt his confession to you had ruined everything good in his life. you wouldn’t even look him in the eyes anymore, and he would mentally curse himself anytime he saw your gaze shift from his figure. but after all, he was done playing games. he had felt different towards you for months before confessing to you, and he only did so because he was sure you felt the same. he was incredibly sure of it. each time you two would brush arms he would sense your nerves, each time he teased you he could see the blush running through your cheeks. he knew you always held your breath when he came a little too close and he knew you tilted your head in a certain angle only when you were talking to him. what he didn’t know though, was what the hell you were thinking. and he had hoped this weekend would give him some clarity.

but as expected, you avoided him like the plague. you were strategic about it, too. you only sat in spots that had both sides of you already occupied, even if that meant squishing yourself between johnny and jaehyun. when hyuck entered the kitchen, you would leave in the same second. when he crossed paths with you in the hallway, you quickly snuck into the bathroom, where you were right now.

your face felt hot and sweaty, both from the humid summer air, and the constant nervousness that had your heart pounding a thousand miles per hour. running your hands under the cold water, you held them onto your neck, basking in the coolness. looking up, you mustered your flushed cheeks and tired eyes. you hadn’t been sleeping well the past few days, and it was definitely showing. with a sigh, you push yourself off the sink, mentally trying to recall in which bag you stuffed your concealer in. but when you swung open the door and almost ran into haechan, you let out a small gasp, stopping dead in your tracks.

“you scared me,” you breathed, eyeing his face. he looked similarly startled, but there was something else in his eyes. something desperate. “can we talk?” his voice was barely audible, almost a whisper. looking down, you felt his gaze still burning on you. even when you ran your options over in your head, you knew you had to face him eventually. so, you stepped aside, letting him enter the bathroom as you closed the door behind him. that was it. just you and him.

it was silent for a good few minutes, so silent you mentally started counting the seconds before he spoke first. “i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable. i didn’t want us to be like this,” he said, voice still mellow.

you said nothing, crossed your arms over your chest and looked sideways. looked anywhere but his face. he stood like a beaten puppy, and it was tearing you apart at best. but you were afraid. afraid of everything lurking behind that promise of giving in, that promise of being vulnerable. the promise of being in love.

“you said you wouldn’t fall in love with me” you said, your voice rang painfully loud against the tiles.

“i lied.”

the sky was clear that night, you could count the stars perfectly from your position in the bed. the only sounds you heard were doyoung’s soft breathing against his pillowcase and your thumping heartbeat against your chest. the previous conversation was running miles in your head. he lied. you had known he lied then. you didn’t know what came over you to say what you said. it made you grimace to think back to it. this was exactly what you wanted to avoid. it made everything worse. more muddled.

giving up on sleep, you threw the covers off you and made your way downstairs. your throat was calling for a glass of water. the quiet thumping of your footsteps rang in your ears, truly you felt your world was turning upside down. you couldn’t even remember the last time your heartbeat felt anything close to normal. the dining table was long and made of massive wood, facing a big window-front looking into the garden. the moon was illuminating the entire room, you could make out some ravines and hills the longer you stared back at it. as if it would suddenly bring you some kind of epiphany.

as you were watching the grass starting to glister, you lost track of how long you’ve stayed seated. it was only when the sky turned into a lighter hue that you were shaken from your thoughts, clearing the untouched glass from the table, and tiptoed back upstairs, hoping doyoung hadn’t noticed your absence in the meantime.

breakfast was quiet. the boys joked and teased each other, not paying much attention to you and your inner turmoil. you caught hyuck looking at you a couple times, though never able to figure out what he was thinking when he turned his attention back to his plate. thankfully you ended up as a victor of the usual games to decide over who had to clean up, and slowly made your way outside in the burning sunlight.

“what’s up with you today?” you heard a light voice say, as you were squinting against the beaming sun you could make out mark, stomping through the damp grass. “you seem off.”

mark was always someone who understood you well, he barely judged you when he had every reason to. but your mouth stayed shut, your arm was raising only to shield your eyes to see him better. after a good look at your expression, he turned his attention back towards the garden. “wanna play something?”

you smiled at this. “but don’t get sulky when you lose” you said, earning a relieved chuckle from him.

and despite your best efforts you were the one to get sulky after heroically losing to mark, even after jaehyun joined your team in badminton. the three of you were in a fit of laughter, not being able to comprehend how bad all of you were, and how you still managed to lose a game of two against one. you excused yourself, with heavy breaths and in desperate need of a cool drink and made it to the kitchen. trying your best to pass hyuck nonchalantly, who was sitting at the table and staring into his phone, you grabbed the first drink you laid your eyes on. upon hearing a thud, you turned while the cool liquid ran past your lips.

haechan’s phone laid on the table now, and he sat with his leg crossed over the other, staring at you. like always, his brown eyes had a certain look to them. something in them felt so heavy on you that you felt you had to strip yourself bare and scrub every inch of your skin after they darted back to the surface of the table.

“don’t look at me like that” you said, your tone more pleading than you would have liked. your heart was pounding again, ringing in your ear as if it was taunting you.

“like what?” he asked. like he was oblivious. like he was taunting you. like he wanted you.

“you know” you simply said, walking past and back into the garden, being greeted by a cheering mark who excitedly jumped on the spot, calling for the next round. at this point, you were better at playing this game between hyuck and you. at this point, you felt somewhat at ease, being distracted by the others and finally filling your mind with something other than him. if only he had a way to do the same.

“you know, anyone can tell there’s something going on between you two” doyoung suddenly said, watching intently as your head shot up in surprise. you looked around in a hurry, only to find that he had thankfully made sure that nobody was close enough to hear, or at least was very occupied. not that anyone could hear anything anyway besides johnny’s heartfelt solo at the karaoke machine.

“whatever it is, you guys should make up. quickly.” doyoung added, bringing your attention back to him. you sent him a displeased look, which he returned in the same manner and made his way back to johnny.

you never intended to be subtle about this thing with hyuck, but your insides twisted at the thought of everyone involuntarily taking part in this little game of charade you two had going on. it was probably like watching two rivaled cats circle each other, each too cowardly to make the first move, whether it was to run or to fight. you took a big sip from the beer you were holding in your hands, which unfortunately got entirely too warm in your clammy grasp. oh, how much you hated the peak of summer.

and you hated every single drip of sweat running down your neck that night because again, you were tossing and turning to no avail. the stars looked just like the night before, and you grew tired of counting them at last. it was torture after all, you were sure, this constant beating of your heart in your ears. it was to remind you of how much of a coward you really were. you couldn’t even face your own feelings. instead, you denied them, stuffed them in a box and threw them in the endless pit of your mind, hoping to never see them again.

and still, here you laid, eyes heavy with lost sleep from the past couple days clinging onto them, desperate to pull you down into a deep slumber. were you even too scared to face your dreams now? instead of the stars, you started counting your heartbeat. as the seconds passed, it slowed barely, but you weren’t sure if it was ever possible to get it back to a normal rhythm.

at some point you were slipping in and out of sleep, still hearing your heart thump when you finally let yourself rest against your damp pillowcase and let the darkness take you over. only to wake in a shock as panic fell over you. you frantically looked to your left, but an empty disheveled duvet stared back at you. rubbing your neck, it was even sweatier than it had been before, and then you finally noticed that the sun was peaking through the curtains. you had finally slept until morning.

peeking through the ivory fabric, you could see some of the boys playing outside again. it was beyond you how they still maintained in the summer heat. your eyes fell on hyuck, who stepped out from the door under your window. he clapped his hands a couple times, looked back and forth between the teams, and yelled something you couldn’t make out through the window. his skin already had a slight tan to it, and his hair looked as disheveled as you felt. he looked happy, you thought. carefree, perhaps.

after you had showered, you tiptoed your way downstairs. there was still something that didn’t sit right with you, that made you hesitant on your way down the staircase, it felt as if they were all living in a different universe. it felt as if someone planted this in your head to fool you into a sense of security. and you were falling for it.

“you’re up!” you heard johnny exclaim, and your eyes darted towards him. he was wearing his hat backwards and kept his arms bare, holding a slice of watermelon in his hands. “want some?” he held the fruit towards you after seeing you eye it.

“no thanks,” you mumbled, sent him a small smile and walked to the fridge, searching for the coolest water bottle you could find.

“you gave us quite a scare.” taeyong said. from his spot at the table, he could both eye you and the boys outside perfectly, and his shoulders were still facing the windowfront, but his concerned eyes were trained on you only.

“how so?”

“we thought you had a fever. you were out cold and sweating like crazy” johnny responded, mouth full of food. he eyed you again, taeyong did the same. you felt uncomfortable under their gazes, as if they knew something you didn’t. “you should eat something,” taeyong finally added. “we’ve already had breakfast. i’ll make you something.”

he almost looked like a concerned mother, the way he guided you to sit with a hand on your shoulder, patting your head when he made his way towards the stove. it felt a bit strange seeing them be so concerned about you, as you were never one to be in need of any of that. although you let them be, because maybe, you thought, they could use this distraction as much as you.

“hey! how are you feeling?” doyoung said, smiling as he entered the kitchen from the garden. he held a ball in his hands, and his cheeks were rosy from the sun. hyuck followed into the room close after him, his eyes immediately falling on you. they looked soft, you thought. softer than usual.

“i-i just had a bad dream. that’s all.” you answered, your eyes darting back and forth between the two men looking at you, as if they were expecting to hear something else. “doyoung thought you were gonna die” hyuck suddenly said, making you meet his eyes. it took a lot of you to tear yourself from his gaze and tried to force a small smile on your lips. “kinda wish I had” you said, earning protest from the other men in the room.

“don’t be so dramatic,” johnny complained. “at least now you seem fine.”

but you didn’t feel fine. you felt your cheeks burning up again, your heartbeat was thumping as loud as ever, and you felt your feet glisten with sweat on the cool tiles. there was really no reason for you to be feeling this way, if the only possible reason wasn’t standing a few feet away from you right now. it felt impossible to not look at him, as much as you tried, and as many questioning glances from the older guys you had to avoid.

the following night, when you made your way down to the kitchen again, you came to an abrupt halt when you saw a silhouette sitting at the dining table already. it was already the early morning hours, who else would be up during this time but you with your impossible heartrate?

as you stood for a couple moments, you grew awfully sure of who was seated there. but you were hesitant with how to proceed. had he even heard your footsteps? would he hear it if you turned back around now? why was he sitting there in the middle of the night? was he waiting for you?

but the racing game in your mind ended abruptly when he looked up, his eyes noticing your figure in the dark. he said nothing and instead turned his attention toward his hands, which were now fiddling in his lap. you took this as a sign to proceed, almost wincing at the light thumping of your footsteps against the tiles. it felt awfully loud in the thick air between the two of you.

hyuck expected you to go to the fridge, get something to drink or eat, avoid him like you usually would, but instead you came to a halt on the opposite side of the table, nervously holding onto the back of a chair. in no way were you in your right mind, because by the look in his eyes you could tell that he was as puzzled as you were about your actions.

“what are you doing here?” you said finally, your voice almost inaudible. but he had heard you.

“same thing as you.” he simply answered, now leaning forward with his elbows on the table. his gaze shifted somewhat; it was almost as if it had something challenging in it now. you guessed he was tired of this as much as you were. you prayed your cheeks wouldn’t grow even hotter under his intense gaze, but it seemed that he noticed. he always did.

“which would be?” he smirked at this. “stargazing, i’m guessing? i can see why you like the view.”

you tore your eyes from his, and snuck a glance into the garden, glistening under the moonlight as beautiful as you’ve last seen it. you couldn’t even begin the thought process of guessing why he knew this. did he watch you? did he snuck in your mind to snoop you out? was he playing tricks on you again?

shifting on your feet, you looked back on the table, studying the carvings and stains on the wood. you had quite a lot to say, yet nothing at all, and you knew you were doing him wrong by now. but why couldn’t you bring yourself to end this, once and for all? you were a coward, at last. unable to face your fears. a fear personified in the boy who’s eyes were desperately searching for yours. the boy who knew you best. the boy who would be your downfall.

“what are you thinking?” he whispered after moments of silence, watching the inner turmoil behind your eyes. all you wanted was for him to make it go away. a moment of peace, perhaps.

the words felt bittersweet on your tongue, and you swapped them out again, and again. was it right to give in, or would the coward in you win, once again? you knew he was incredibly sure of what he wanted, the weight was all on your shoulders. you let go of the chair, took a step back, and tried to shake the pressure off you, as you made your way to the kitchen counters. you were desperate to escape from the tension in the air, but you also knew this was the most you two had spoken in a week or so. and you had missed it. you missed him.

“i feel like i’m falling apart” you finally said, head peeking into the fridge, looking for the cold relief of water once again. you felt you could drink up an entire ocean and it wouldn’t be enough, it never was.

as you closed the door, you risked a look at him. he seemed to have shrunken in his posture, looking almost sad.

“i can’t sleep, i barely eat, i can’t even keep up with the way my heart is pumping like crazy every day and it’s all because of this,” you motioned your hand between the two of you. “because i feel like i’m going crazy” your voice sounded desperate, pleading almost. it sounded as if it was a stranger’s voice. like a someone else entirely was talking for you.

he slowly rose from his chair and took slow steps towards you standing behind the counter. at first, it seemed as if he didn’t even dare to look you in the eye. still, once they finally met, he kept you locked under his gaze. he came to a halt right when he stood face-to-face with you, it would have been easy for you to just raise your arm and let your fingers glide over his cheek, but it remained a painful thought for now, your eyes now trained on the marble of the countertops. this was entirely too much for you. your heart thumbed with every second that passed of the two of you standing there, so loud you were sure he could hear it.

“i don’t want to lose you-“

“you said you wouldn’t fall in love with me”

your voice rang in your ears, your tone was accusatory now, repeating the same words you had told him in the bathroom when you first arrived. it was clear that you had cut him off, and it seemed that you had struck a nerve as well as his eyes now hardened at your words.

“i hope you don’t expect me to apologize because i won’t.” he bit back, eyebrows furrowing. “stop pushing everyone away for fuck’s sake.”

his voice was still mellow, and he barely raised his tone but it cut just as deep as if he did. “what is up with you?” he added. “you said you needed time, and i’ve given it to you. and yet you treat me as if i committed a war crime.”

he was right, you knew he was right, you knew it when you first planned to avoid him here and you grew painfully aware of it each time you saw the defeated look in his eyes when your plan worked. he knew and he probably also knew you couldn’t keep it up any longer. your mask was slipping with every shaky breath, if it hadn’t already vanished moments prior. if only you could have lasted one more day.

“what is it you’re so afraid of?” he finally said after moments of stillness. his hand moved to brush a strand of hair back past your shoulders. your eyes met again, this time each of you were searching for something. each of you desperate to find it.

his hair was ruffled to all sides, you noticed. as if he had run his fingers through it over and over again. his lips were slightly chapped, but still as rosy pink as you knew them. he looked tired, admittedly not as tired as you. but the dark shadows under his eyes told you that he wasn’t having it anymore. you felt you were a terrible person for putting both of you through all of this.

“you terrify me.” you whispered.

his eyes widened, he moved a couple inches back, as his eyes softened then, trying to decipher this new information. you, in turn, tried what you did best; look anywhere but him. you finally said what you had denied yourself all this time. you finally admitted how cowardly you were. you were afraid of a boy, afraid of being loved.

running his hand through his hair, and looking to the side, he looked just as stressed as you were feeling. in any other situation you would find this moment in time almost comical. the both of you standing so close, pouring your hearts out, and yet none of you had the guts to look the other in the eye. both of you decided to eye your designated corners on the kitchen countertops, until you heard him take a shaky breath.

“what does that even mean?” he said, finally training his eyes back on your face. he sounded more demanding now, his patience seemed to run thin. you bit your lip, forcing your eyes to connect with his. you almost wished you could vanish right there and then, the look he had for you was nothing you could’ve prepared yourself for. the only thing that kept you within reality was the known and trusted thumping of your heart against your chest, bursting through your eardrums. your lids fell shut, desperate for some relief under his boring gaze.

“it means you scare me to death.” you heard yourself say. you didn’t even feel your lips move.

“because i’ve never felt this way for anyone before,”

furrowing your brows, you slowly opened your eyes. before, you could hear his breathing every once in a while, but now it had gone terribly silent. you feared he might just had left you standing there, being fed up with you and your incomprehensible brain.

but there he stood, holding his breath, a couple inches closer than he was before. when he finally breathed out, you could feel the air brushing your burning cheeks. he smelled so familiar, it felt almost ridiculous to you that you feared to forget his scent at some point. he smelled like your best friend, like comfort, like home. like everything you ever wanted.

“don’t push me away again,” he said, no, he pleaded. eyes dancing back and forth on your features, like he was seeing them for the first time. it was your turn to hold your breath, counting the seconds between each pump of your heart.

“do you trust me?” this time his voice was barely more than a brush of air fleeting past your skin, and his eyes started to glisten a little, the moon was slowly illuminating the entire kitchen. in the soft light, your eyes could wander over every inch on his face, and you had to admit that you basked a little in the anticipation of it all. this was what you were so deadly afraid of. this was what had you losing sleep. this was it.

he slowly raised the same hand from earlier, tucking another strand of hair out of the way. as his fingers brushed past the shell of your ear, you closed the remaining space between your lips.

his hand immediately moved to cup your cheek, and his lips felt soft and warm against your own. it was as if you were enchanted by it all, pulling him closer if you could, trying to make up for what you messed up before. the warmth that spread through your chest felt heavenly, nothing like the dripping heat of the day prior, nor like the tight panic that had gripped your heartstrings every night. it was making you weak in the knees.

you almost sighed into the kiss, with every little fear washing off you as he tilted his head and kissed you even deeper. what a coward you had been. how unreasonable you had been. your biggest fear turned out to be the purest bliss, and for this moment, you thanked every holy entity you could think of.

desperate for air, the two of you had to break apart eventually. his soft breaths returning to be felt on the softness of your cheeks, he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a huff. you felt his arms carefully wrap around your waist, slowly pressing your bodies even closer together, if that was possible.

“please, never do this again” he pleaded, and you could see him close his eyes at the thought. with guilt rushing over your every bone, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. all the words that laid on your tongue had left you now, and the only thought that remained was the yearning for this moment to never end.

“i wouldn’t. ever.” you finally said, closing your eyes and leaning into his embrace. and suddenly, you felt, going back to normal was not something that was right to long for anymore. you wanted whatever this feeling was, that made you weak in the knees and crave for his touch. if this was what you had been so afraid of, you couldn’t wait to let it consume you.

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tddyhyck · 3 days

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who in 7dream do you think would be into dacryphilia..

oh my friend i am so glad you asked

mark would be embarrassed that his dick twitches when he sees you crying while he’s fucking you ,, probably the first few times it happens he’s like fuck i’m so weird for that,, but then he accepts it and makes it a point to bring you to tears

your tears would push renjun to go harder on you,, like he sees you crying it’s a good thing and it makes him want to give you more even if you are saying it’s too much,, that’s his sign that he’s fucked you dumb and it just brings him closer to filling you up

HEAVY on jeno, i think he would get hard anytime he saw you cry like tears of joy, pain, sadness, pleasure and he has to hold himself back because he just finds the vulnerability of the moment so arousing, i can see this leading to other kinks for him (read edging, spanking, overstimulation) so he can make you cry 🥺

my cry baby hyuck doesn’t know how much he likes it until he makes himself cry while he’s fucking his fist in the mirror,, he’d see the tears welling in his eyes and immediately cum,, so when he fucks you next he’s thinking of ways to make you tear up, so he’s pinching and slapping and saying mean things and it’s not making you cry and he’s frustrated,,, hips pounding and he doesn’t realize he’s made you cum until you start crying from sensitivity,, and when he notices he turns into a mess groaning and whining continuing to fuck you and fill you up with his cum all because a tear slipped down you cheek

idk about jaemin ,, i think he would just baby you and it would make him go into this dominant space, he’d see your eyes well up and he thinks you look so cute and innocent and fucked silly, so he just pets your hair and coos at you “aww poor baby can’t take it?” “is my fat cock too much for you” and his taunts just make you cry harder

also big HEAVY on chenle he’s pro tear drops on your guitar, like my guy would laugh at you if/when you started crying,, like he’s fucking your face and he’s smirking and just fucks his hips harder when he sees you start to cry,, and he likes to sit you on his face so he can look up and see your salty little tears drip onto your chest and he’s smirking against your cunt,,. he’s so evil i love him

jisung would think he hurt you,,, and he’s stopping and asking if you’re okay but you just say “it’s so overwhelming i love it” and he’s thinking “holy shit i did that” so anytime it happens he just gets really prideful and feels like he’s the best fuck of your life,, when he sees tears start to fall he just wants to bend you in half and give it to you even harder,,,

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luvtak · 1 year

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perfect mix, lhc

❀ pairing bf!haechan x reader

❀ genre/tw pure fluff, oc and haechan are grossly in love, talk about having babies, but no pronouns are mentioned,

❀ w/c 1041

❀ a/n this is the first time ive been brave enough to post my actual writing lol so pls be kind! pls ignore any run on sentences lol<3 also i wrote this mainly for myself hahaha i just love him ☹️

“Do you think we’ll be together forever?”

The question is posed like it’s no big deal—like he could answer anything, and it wouldn’t matter, but Haechan knows you. He knows this is important. He knows just like when you tell him all you’re craving is cereal that your stomach hurts, or when you play Howl’s Moving Castle for the third time in a week that something is wrong. This is important and could greatly change how the night goes. While you’re laying in bed now with tiny smiles, one wrong answer could send you into another Studio Ghibli binge—the last one lasted two weeks where all you watched was Ponyo and Princess Mononoke and wouldn’t let him change it.

“Well, why wouldn’t we be?” He wants to play this right, doesn’t want to be too serious that you get overwhelmed, but he needs you to know he’s being honest. He’s loved you since he saw you. Some people think that’s a lie or an exaggeration, yet it’s true. Ever since he walked into that café and saw you reading in the corner, so excited about the plot of the story, he’s been whipped. He couldn’t believe it when you smiled at him too, or when you agreed to get coffee together next time. His feelings for you are so big that he can’t see them ever going away, and maybe that’s how everyone in love feels. Maybe people say this every day and then suddenly they don’t even know the person anymore, but Haechan feels like you’re the exception; he loves you too much for you not to be. So, when he says, “I mean I fall in love with you more and more everyday…” He means it, he wakes up every morning finding new reasons to fall in love with you, new experiences that initiate the whole sequence over again, so that he’s right where he started.

“Hyuck! I’m being serious!” Your smile is huge, spread across your whole face mirroring his. He likes you best this way, fully and wholly you. All your makeup has been washed away and your hair’s falling around you on the pillow. You’re in his clothes, a big T-shirt and his sweatpants acting as makeshift pajamas, and your body is pressed right against his. The bed is just too small not to be, so every inch of your skin is touching his—chest to chest, with your legs in between his. And God, you’re smile, he would embarrass himself all day just to see it—and trust, he really tries—he loves your smile just as much as you love his, which is a lot. “Do you really think we’ll be together forever, like we’ll get married and have babies and everything?”

“Course I do, I already got it all planned out, we just have to wait until everything calms down.” You know he means it; it’s written all over his face: all the plans he has for the two of you. He’s always been so sweet, never letting you think anything less of yourself than he does, never letting you be confused about his feelings or his intentions—he told you he loved you as soon as he knew you felt the same and has never let you question it. But it’s hard not to be insecure, not to be at odds with the truth. He’ s so perfect, and so dear to so many people, and it’s difficult to see his love for you over everyone’s love for him, but he always knows exactly how to help. “I mean we’ll have lots of babies, and they all look like you, so pretty.” He has a dumb smile on his face, so fond and happy to be here with you.

The little room is lit up from the candles next to you and its so hot underneath the blanket, but you can’t seem to move. The moment is too lovely, too giddy with his plans for the future. The two of you with a little family. He says all your children will look like you, but you wish they’ll be him—everything from his sparkly eyes to his heart-shaped lips; Perfect from their heads to their toes, and maybe they’ll be as silly and wonderful too, so you tell him. “They should be all you, love, so sweet and so funny, like little suns running around giving everyone a hard time.” His laugh breaks out at this, so smooth, so musical. Secretly you wish they’ll have this too: his easy humor. For you, it’s hard not to be serious, to let things be as they are and find joy in the little things. But Haechan is a wizard at this, letting go of control in hopes of more fun and better times. If you have children, you hope they gain this most of all.

“I don’t know if anyone else would like that, honey, I think they’d be annoyed.” The scoff you release at this is comical, but you can’t believe anyone would dislike him. Sure, he can be mischievous and his playfulness can lead to hurt feelings, but he always kisses it better. He never gives out anything he doesn’t think you’ll be able to take. At his core, he’s a kind boy, just wanting people to laugh with him.

“At you?! Who could be annoyed at you? You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” He knows you mean it. Anyone with eyes could see you meant it. And how could you not when you get to be loved by the warmest boy, so sincere in everything he does.

“You’re my favorite person too, baby, so maybe they’ll be the perfect mix of both—everything you love about me, and everything I love about you.” And how nice does that sound, little things walking around with so much love in them. Never going a day without hearing laughter or joy or the most earnest I love yous. Never second guessing their place in the world or how powerful they can be. It’ll be loud and chaotic, but lovely, and if they’re anything like him, they will be so loved. They’ll be him and they’ll be you, a perfect mix.

#i rlly hope this is good lol #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #donghyuck x reader #haechan #lee donghyuck #nct fluff #nct dream #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #haechan x y/n #hyuck fluff #✧ drabble

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catboyieejeno · 1 year

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Camera Roll: lee donghyuck

pictures you’ve taken of your boyfriend, hyuck

more of the Camera Roll Series

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daegall · 9 months

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Just one more.

pairing: bf!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, domestic!AU

warnings: none (if any are found, please inform)

word count: 771 words

a/n: IM BACK BABYYYYY THE URGE TO WRITE IS SO BIG RN LIKE MY HYUCK BRAINROT IS GOING TO EXPLODE MY BRAINS I SWEARRR

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy @justalildumpling <3

Your alarm rings annoyingly loud today. Most likely because you stayed up all night watching all the marvel movies in order. You don't regret any part of it.

As you start to wake up to turn it off, you are suddenly jerked back onto the bed, and you groan.

Right. You spent all night watching all the marvel movies in order with your boyfriend. Who now is pulling you ever so closely to him, digging his nose into the base of your neck.

As much as you love whatever is going on, you would much rather enjoy it after you turn off your stupid clock.

"Hyuck." You grumble out, pushing his arms away from your body. All your tries fail, however, as he mindlessly hums and easily brings them around you right again.

"Hyuck, the alarm."

He smiles into your skin, humming. "The alarm."

"Let me turn it off, please."

He lets out a hearty yawn, blinking his eyes up at you, before he smiles and shakes his head. "No," His legs now tangle with yours, as his arms tighten around you.

"Fine," you murmur. Just as Donghyuck thinks he's won your little war, he flinches just a second later as you wriggle away from his touch, untangling yourself from the cuddle puddle, and rolling onto the floor.

Donghyuck's whines resonate through the room as you stand up and turn off the clock, his arms reaching out to you. You're still half asleep, standing, fully out of it, as Donghyuck continues to stare at you.

He sighs a moment later, fondly, looking at your state. Your eyes are barely open, and you're swaying side to side slowly, ready to collapse on the spot to sleep on the ground.

Donghyuck will not allow it, however, as he sits up to grab your arm. The action causes you to wake just a little bit, as he pulls you back onto the bed, right between his legs, your back against his chest. The position is oddly very comfortable.

Your beloved boyfriend wraps his arms around your shoulders, chin resting on your shoulder, as he quickly pecks at your jaw.

"Still tired?" He mumbles right by your ear, craning his neck to look at your face fully.

Just at that moment, you yawn, and nod, leaning back onto Donghyuck. He coos at your response, watching as your eyes blink slowly, before connecting with his.

He can't help himself, not even trying to stop himself, as he twists you around to place a kiss by your cheek, and then one by your chin. He holds you in place, hands gently by the sides of your neck, when you start squirming, chuckling as he places more by your nose, jaw, neck, trailing all the way up to your eyelids and your forehead, his kisses warm and sweet.

You can't say you hate what's going on, the feeling of his kisses addicting, and you hold your hands over his as he skims his lips down your nose bridge.

Finally, he reaches your lips. He stops right as his lips ghost over yours, to look at you up close. You look so happy, so fucking ethereal with your lips pulled into a smile and your eyes closed from how much you smile.

As much as he wants to keep staring at you, he wants to shower you in kisses more, and that's exactly what he does. Donghyuck's hands travel to engulf your cheeks, holding you dearly as he leans in once, twice, thrice, several times to leave sweet pecks against your lips. He keeps coming in for more, the feeling of your skin against his, your smiley lips against his, the sounds of your laughter bringing him back again and again and again.

"Hyuck," You mumble in between kisses and laughs, "Hyuck, stop!"

He hums, mumbling against your lips, "Just one more, I swear!"

One leads to two, and two leads to ten, as he continues to kiss you for what seems like hours.

And finally, he parts from your lips, leaning away to observe your face once again, full of love and happiness.

He sighs, "Ready for the day?"

You hum, lacing yoru fingers through his, "One more kiss?"

How could he ever turn down such an offer?

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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love foolish; a valentine’s day special

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff

warnings. this is the origin of how haechan and reader started dating !! also this may seem rushed i’m so sorry, i was trying to post this before midnight but i didn’t :/

note. currently writing and finalizing this as my birthday comes to an end !! omg im 21 yall :o i still have so many requests to write but pls dont worry i’m working on them >< i just rly wanted to write something like this and now i finally got it out of me. a lil birthday gift from me to u guys slash a lil february valentine’s day special!!!! <3

prompts. #12 “i remember everything you tell me” & #47 “i guess i kinda like you.”

prompt list | series masterlist | taglist

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haechan’s heart beat was going through the roof right now. nervous was one emotion he could define that he was feeling at the moment. it’s been studied that taking a walk outside helps ease the anxiety, but his hands are sweating so bad that he’s almost dropped the basket that’s been specially arranged by himself, on his way up to your door.

he knows your home because you told him through text just a couple hours ago. yet, you don’t know he’s going to show up at your door with a basket full of your favorite things and your favorite bouquet of flowers. you had stated that you had planned on doing nothing but lie in bed and rewatch one of your favorite comfort shows, but you remembered you had an exam this week to study for.

he had reminded you to eat lunch and drink tons of water, knowing you’d forget and drink multiple cups of iced coffee for energy.

he stands in front of your door, balancing the basket on one arm as his other hand is up in the air and frozen in a fist. preparing to knock on your door but rehearsing how he was going to ask you.

haechan’s thought process was cut off when your front door was pulled open away from his fist.

“what-“ he tries to ask, dropping his hand back down to his side.

you smile, “what’re you doing here?” glancing from what’s in his hand back up to his reddened face.

he clears his throat. “hey princess,” he breathily chuckles. “i, uh, i was– shit, i had this planned out in my head.” he stuttered, taking notice on how you still look breath taking dressed in your lounge clothes. admiring the way your glasses sit on the bridge of your nose and the stray strands of hair surrounding your frame.

you opened your mouth to tell him it’s okay and to tell him to come inside but he speaks up again.

“okay, let me get this out of me.” he huffs out, holding out his hand to pause you.

with raised eyebrows, you lean against your door frame.

“i think i like you a lot more than i like anyone,” he starts. “i have this weird feeling when i’m with you, i can’t explain it, but i know it’s a good feeling. i just really enjoy spending time with you and you have become someone really special to me. you’re the first thing that comes to my mind when i wake up and before i fall asleep. when i’m out traveling i tend to see things that remind me of you and that’s why i’m always so excited to come back. it’s to see you. and show you what i bought for you. and jesus christ, i really like you. i like you so much. and tell me if it’s wishful thinking that you feel the same way about me, but i know you feel the same way. maybe i’m just stupid-”

you break out into a smile. “you’re so cute.” you cut him off.

haechan stood in front of you mouth agape as he blankly stares. “huh,”

“i’ve never seen you so nervous before.” you giggled, leaning off the door frame and taking a step forward closer towards him, glancing up at his face and then what’s in his arms.

“this for me?” you rhetorically ask. in his hands is a wooden basket full of your favorite things. a bouquet of tulips stands up with a brown teddy bear that looks remotely like the boy who stands in front of your doorstep, and you like to think that’s the reason it sits in there. a few bags of your favorite candy’s, a dvd of your favorite anime of all seasons and a figurine of your favorite character.

you were shocked. all those times you remember rambling on about fruits basket to him, thinking he zoned out, but all those times he was listening to you.

“you remember my favorite character...” you uttered, your cheeks starting to hurt from how long you’ve been smiling.

“i remember everything you tell me.” he responds truthfully.

you tilt your head back to look up at him. the urge of wanting to feel his lips on yours but you remembered you’re both just standing in front of your apartment, and with that, you clasp your hand around his forearm and pull him inside.

smirking as you turn around and lean against your front door, arms crossed over your chest. “if someone heard you they’d think you’re head over heels for me.”

he waves the basket full of shades of pink and red. “isn’t it obvious?”

pushing yourself off the door, you hold out your hands under the basket, fingers gracing against his. “i guess i kinda like you.”

he snatches the basket away from your finger tips. “you guess?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“i thought it was obvious how i felt about you. your members seem to already have placed bets on which one of us will confess first.”

his eyebrows are arched upwards while his jaw hangs slack before realization hits him.

“it was chenle, wasn’t it?”

you nod knowingly.

“but i’m literally holding in a dam of tears right now because i actually saw you through the peephole looking all nervous and cute. i was surprised to see you because i was actually looking out for a package. no one has ever done anything like this for me.” you sheepishly smiled.

“do you like it?” he questioned, yet he already knows the answer.

you nod, “i do. the flowers are so beautiful. and i love the bear, it looks like you. and i really want to kiss you right now.” you pointed out.

“please do.”

you waste no time in reaching on your tippy toes to place a quick kiss against his soft lips. the basket still in haechan’s hold and in the way of deepening the kiss further. but the contact was enough to make haechan’s heart flutter, your lips feeling unreal like he imagined. and he wants more.

“wait this is backwards! i haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend or be my valentine yet!” he begins to panic.

you take the basket out of his hand and place it on the side table by your rack of shoes. standing in front of him as you carefully cup his face in the palm of your hands.

“ask me right now.”

you are both staring into each other’s eyes, anticipating for what’s to come next.

he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, taking a deep breath as his hand nervously reaches for your waist. you don’t seem to mind though.

“yn, will you be my girlfriend and my valentine?” he finally asks.

breaking into a smile as you bring your bottom lip in between your teeth, nodding your head.

“yes.”

haechan was the first to lean in, lips brushing together, tentatively for the second time. the smell of his perfume was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach.

warmth soon consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, haechan’s soft lips against her own.

oh, his mouth was so soft. nobody has ever kissed you like this before. and haechan could say the same about you. you are each other’s first.

you brought your fingers up to his hair, eyes closed and eyelids becoming stuck together.

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angelicmark · 2 years

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want & need (m)

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut

warnings: sad hyuck, thigh riding, marking, unprotected sex, overstimulation

wc: 4.4k

summary: donghyuck is in love with you. he swears he would cross the ocean just to get to you. he only wants you to love him, convincing himself that was all he needed. donghyuck is severely in love, and you’re just scratching the surface of love. you are all that donghyuck wants, but not what he needs.

➣ apart of ‘right lover, wrong time’ series

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it’s the way he looks at you.

it’s the way he feels when he sees you and the way his stomach turns when you talk. it’s the way he loves the way you move. it’s the way he stares just a moment too long. maybe he sounds a bit stalkerish, but he can’t help himself when you’re the most beautiful person he had ever seen. with the most gorgeous soul he had ever experienced.

he doesn’t realize you notice these things, but you do.

you notice the sad look in his eyes when he realizes you don’t feel the same just yet. you notice the way he shifts in his seat and clutches his stomach lightly when you talk. you notice the way his eyes don’t leave your body when you walk to grab a bottle of water. you notice how long he stares and how the look in his eyes tell you he’s in love.

but it’s a sad love.

a puppy love.

and you notice. god, you notice.

you wished you were oblivious to the signs, but it’s way too obvious when all he wants to do is be around you. you feel shameful every time you kiss him. you feel your heart clench when he hugs you, knowing you can’t return the feelings he so desperately deserves right now.

and he stays, because he hopes you’ll love him too.

hyuck’s eyes haven’t left yours for the past minute as you stand at your front door as he drops you off, “thank you for the ride home.”

“anything for you,” he smiles, but it doesn’t feel whole. it doesn’t feel real and you can feel the pain and hear the sorrow in his voice. it hurts. hyuck swallows the pain in his throat as he stares just a little bit longer than he’s supposed to, “goodnight, love.”

you lick your lips, waiting for the goodnight kiss, “goodnight.”

and when the kiss comes, you feel guilty all over again. it’s such a sweet kiss, and you know it’s full of love. love that you can’t return. you’re not sure why either. he treats you the way you’re supposed to be treated and he gives you everything you could ever want. why can’t you just love him?

soft lips leave yours, and when you finally walk inside, hyuck watches as you close your door and he feels the aching in his chest return. he knows. he knows you don’t love him the way he loves you, and it’s the most painful feeling he’s felt in a very, very long time.

maybe he’s too much. maybe he’s the problem.

hyuck returns to his car with a heavy mind that night, driving slower than usual and sluggishly walking into his own apartment.

why don’t you love him?

what has he done wrong to make you not love him?

questions swarm his head more than he’d like all night long. it’s like his head was swimming. like he was drowning. he ache in his chest never leaves, but he just hopes that one day you’ll love him the same way he loves you.

one day, hopefully, you’ll love him too.

one day you’ll look at him with stars in your eyes, rather than a glooming and pitiful look. one day you’ll say how much he means to you. one day you’ll kiss him and mean it. one day you’ll show him all your deepest secrets and trust him with your heart.

hyuck lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

one day, you’ll love him too.

and it won’t hurt when he stares at you. it won’t hurt when you kiss him. it won’t hurt when he listens to the way you talk so passionately about other things that aren’t him. it won’t hurt when he hugs you tightly goodnight.

one day, it won’t hurt anymore.

the pain will fade, and he’ll be happy. with you right by his side.

hyuck rolls over in bed, slowly closing his eyes and hoping to dream sweetly of you.

one day. just, one day, you’ll love him too.

“no! stop!“ you push hyuck away with a giggle. it’s so harmonious in hyuck’s brain. the sound echoing with love and passion.

hyuck smiles mischeviously, trying to rub his wet hair on you as you shove him away with gorgeous laughs. your lips separate sweetly and let out a heavenly sound. he couldn’t get enough of it.

“fine, fine.” hyuck moves back.

“you didn’t have to come over, you know.” you shift on your feet, “it’s pouring outside.”

hyuck came over at night when you called, saying you could use a little bit of his company. it wasn’t sexual, no hidden intentions and hyuck knew that. he was respectful of your distance as much as he could be, no matter how much it tore him apart.

hyuck pulls you close, but not too close to chase you away, “i know, i wanted to.”

you’ve been dating hyuck for five months now, things have been going well. too well. he was affectionate, never picked fights, did whatever he could for you. you just wish you could understand why you didn’t love him the way he needed you to.

“well, thank you.” you lean in for a kiss, and hyuck quickly responds to it with slight greed. hyuck will take whatever he can get from you. your affection was rare, but sweet.

if he could choose how to die, this would be it. in your arms, your kiss so sweet and soft and tasting of maple syrup. he wondered if you had pancakes or waffles that day. it didn’t exactly matter to him, your kisses were always so sweet no matter the taste.

when you tangle your hand in his hair, he falls apart in your hold. he was yours. he belonged to you, no one could make him feel the way you do. the aching in his chest returns the longer he kisses you, but he would ache forever if he could stay just like this.

you pull away first, looking at him with a small smile. but it doesn’t reach your eyes. how sad.

“did you want me to stay, or leave tonight?” hyuck pulls apart from you reluctantly, his hands burning just to touch you again. the pain is almost unbearable.

you shift around, “you can stay if you want to. it is raining after all.” you want to love him. you want to spend as much time with him as possible. could you fake it until you make it?

it wasn’t like you resented him or didn’t like him. hyuck was attractive, affectionate, loving, caring, perfect. he was perfect. so, why was he wasting his time on you? why did it matter so much to him that you love him? he could find someone better, someone who wasn’t so emotionally constipated. someone who knew what true love was.

but he chose you.

and, in his mind, he would choose you over and over again.

hyuck nods, “sure.”

when night turns too late and you’re cuddled up with him, you can feel your body warm up. you couldn’t tell if it was because of his own body heat, or because your heart was beating so fast being so close to him. it wasn’t a smothering feeling, and you assumed this was progress.

but does love have progress? is that how you should have described it?

you weren’t sure, you were never sure. all you knew was, for once, you felt comfort in the hold of donghyuck.

hyuck could feel you relax in his hold, and he sighed out of relief. you were comfortable. that’s all that mattered to him. he was willing to give this up and sleep on the couch just so you could be comfortable. but when you snuggled deeper into his chest in a slumber, he couldn’t stop the tug on his heart.

hyuck softly kisses your forehead, imagining this for the rest of his life. he would die a happy man.

if only you could love him.

it’s snowing.

and all hyuck can think about is how sweet it would be to kiss you out there, throw snowballs, warm up with hot chocolate and a nice fireside in his apartment. but you’re not here, and he’s not with you there. he stares out the window, watching as the snowfall builds up on the ground. he feels something wet fall down his cheek before he realizes he’s crying.

why was he crying?

hyuck realizes that he would never truly get the things he desperately desired. the things he wanted out of a relationship, the things he needed in a relationship for as long as he was with you. but why doesn’t that change anything? why does he still continue trying after all these months? you’ve known him for over two years, quickly becoming his best friend over those two years and soon enough becoming his first true love.

why don’t you love him?

what was it that he wasn’t doing enough of?

hyuck sobs quietly as he falls to the ground in soft defeat. hyuck could never give you up no matter how much he knows he needs to. he could never give up what he has with you, because despite everything, you were still his best friend. you were the one person he could lean on when things got hard. you were the one person who truly means it when they say they care. you are the one person who truly means it when they say they’ll be there for you. you are the one true person he loves, and he’s just not quite ready to give that up, no matter how damaging it is to his mental health.

hyuck couldn’t sleep well that night, tossing and turning and occasionally getting up to stare at the snow again and reminisce on the things he couldn’t have with you. sleep was difficult without you by his side, he learned. he was afraid of getting separation anxiety, but he’s aware now that it’s too late for that. the second he fell in love, he knew just how doomed he was.

hyuck sighs, shaky breaths leaving him.

he may never understand, but he’s slowly coming to terms that this is just how it is being with you. he can’t change you, he can’t convince you, he can’t force you.

he just has to hope that, one day, you’ll love him back.

no matter how long it takes. no matter how many tears he lets out. no matter how many times he starts to lose hope. no matter the aches and the pains.

no matter what, he just hopes you’ll love him too.

then, he can be happy.

“it’s cold, hyuck.” your complaints make hyuck smile a bit and you scowl at him.

hyuck wraps you in his arms, “would you like to go back inside, darling?”

the both of you were outside trying your best to make some kind of snowman. it wasn’t turning out very well, and it was also very lumpy and kind of small. it wasn’t the cutest or the prettiest, but to hyuck it was yours and his. it didn’t have to be the best looking snowman for him to love it the same way he loves you.

it was beautiful in his eyes, and so were you.

you looked gorgeous in the snowfall, so gorgeous that he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. he could see the way the snow stuck to your hair and clothes, adoring the way you look in the cold. he almost didn’t want this moment to end, watching you try to perfect a snowman that was already doomed from the start.

when you make eye contact again, he doesn’t realize the smile that had crossed his face along the way of staring at you. he feels almost creepy for staring so long, but he just couldn’t help it with the way you looked like some kind of snow princess. cheesy, but he means it.

the ache in his chest returns when you lean over for a peck on the lips, a smile gracing your lovely face. god how he wished you meant it. he wished the dull feeling in his body wasn’t caused by you. he couldn’t force you to love him. every time he kisses you, he feels as if his love is being taken for granted. every time you hug him, he feels his heart slowly start to break.

he wants to believe it’s worth it.

“are you okay?” you tilt your head in oblivion.

hyuck swallows down, “of course.” he smiles, but you could see in his eyes he didn’t mean it. you want to ask, but you don’t.

maybe you should have that day.

hyuck can’t believe this is happening. he honestly never wants this to end. this incredible, amazing feeling. you’re straddling his lap, hands in his hair, fingers tangled, kissing him with fever. what else could he possibly ask for? this was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. you were so beautiful to him, but the noises that came from your mouth when you rubbed down on his thigh? absolutely perfect. nothing compared to it. nothing compared to you.

hyuck can’t stop himself from tracing his kisses down your neck, sucking maybe a bit too hard. he marks you unconciously, but the sounds you let out were heavenly, sending sparks down his spine. you were his, you are his. as you rock your hips back and forth on his thigh, he flexes his thigh a bit to help you out. the moan that escapes your mouth is so captivating.

“hyuck..” you breathe, leaning your neck to the side for more access so he can leave even more marks down your neck and collarbone.

“yes?” hyuck licks the hickey on your neck before whispering in your ear, “what do you want?”

“please, fuck me.”

that was all he needed to flip you over, undress the both of you, and slowly enter your pussy. the moans that echo between the both of you was harmonious. his dick fills you up perfectly, and your pussy wraps around him so tightly. when he starts moving, hyuck leans down to moan and breathe heavy in your ear. shivers run down your spine at the noises.

“fuck, you’re so tight. so perfect.” hyuck’s words make you arch your chest into him.

he can feel how slick you are, how your pussy contracts around his dick. it was everything he could dream of, and more. he was in heaven. he swore if this was how he was going to go, he would be okay with it.

“i’m gonna cum..” you utter, clutching onto his back, legs around his waist.

“w-wait.” hyuck clutches the sheets beside your head, pumping into you faster and faster, but you couldn’t stop yourself. you came with a scream of his name, making him shutter into you but not stopping once as he chases his own high.

“h-hyuck,” he pumps into you into overstimulation. your pussy so sensitive but feels so good that you don’t ask him to stop, just pull him closer and claw at his back more.

hyuck feels himself fall straight into you. the aching in his chest grows, and so does his orgasm. he lets out a soft whine when he feels you cum around him again, urging his own orgasm.

“f-fuck, fuck, fuck..” hyuck moans as he cums inside, kissing along the marks on your neck and calming the both of you down.

soon enough after he takes care of you, washing you with a cloth and giving you a pair of his clothes, the pain returns.

bliss seemed to only be temporary with you.

hyuck rests his head in his hand, staring at you with stars in his eyes. there’s a dull pain behind then, although, and you feel guilty for noticing it.

hyuck neglects the truth that you’re bad for him, and he’s good for you.

hyuck asks cutely how your breakfast was, watching the way you answer with eagerness. he listens to the way you rave on his cooking, and his chest tightens. he wishes you would rave abt him in general that way. he wished you loved him the same way you love his cooking. he wished you loved him for him.

hyuck resists a sigh, “i’m glad you liked it.” he smiles sweetly, and it makes your heart speed up in your chest. you weren’t used to this feeling. your hands became clammy, your fingers fidgeting, your heart beating heavy. what was happening to you?

“of course i did, i always do.” you smile back, and hyuck finds it to be so damn angelic. you were an angel straight from heaven, made just for him.

at least, that’s what he’d like to believe. what he desperately wanted to believe.

when he starts to wash the dishes, he feels arms wrap around his torso, making him jump where he stood. it was such a warm, gentle gesture. something he noticed became more and more normal from you. you weren’t too keen on big gestures, only settling for simple ones. it made his heart hurt the longer you held him. he could feel himself start to slip.

was this love?

was it really love if all he felt was pain when he was around you?

he couldn’t help but wonder the whole night with you. he was starting to notice just how painful it was being around you. he loved you so much, that it hurt. loving someone who doesn’t love you was the harshest pain he had ever experienced. especially with the small, sweet gestures you displayed while knowing it was forced because he knew you knew just how much he loved you.

he could feel just how much you forced yourself to keep this relationship together for him. it was painful.

why was he so selfish? why did he want to keep holding on? why was he waiting for real love from you?

hyuck stares into your eyes with sorrow, realizing that, soon enough, he’s going to have to let you go one day.

was the pain worth it anymore?

“i love you.”

the words leave hyuck’s lips before he can think. he really wished he would’ve thought this one out.

the shock on your face says it all, really. from that moment, he knew he shouldn’t have said it. he should’ve kept it deep down inside him. he knew from that moment forward, it would chase you away.

“oh hyuck…” your voice was sad, reaching out for him. but he rejects your touch, shaking his head in a dramatic way. his love wasn’t returned.

“no, no. sorry. forget it.” hyuck looks away from you. you could see his nose turn slightly red as he sniffles. you wanted to say it back. you wanted to reassure him that it’s okay, that you know where your feelings stood with him. but you couldn’t. you couldn’t lie to him.

“i..” you pause, swallowing down tears, “i’m so sorry, donghyuck.” your eyebrows furrow in slight frustration, wondering why you couldn’t love him the way he deserves. you’ve known each other for so long, shouldn’t you love him?

hyuck shakes his head again, rolling his eyes to himself, “don’t. i really don’t want to hear it. it’s not your fault, don’t make it your fault.” hyuck’s words cut through you. maybe he sounded a bit harsh, but he couldn’t stop the pain that cut him deep down. he was hurt. you hurt him. it wasn’t your fault, but he couldn’t deny it hurt.

you look away from him, nodding your head. you say nothing else for the rest of the night except when you left his place. the two of you were watching a movie, so having to sit through the rest of it was the most awkward thing you’ve ever had to experience. for hyuck, it was the most painful thing he’d had to experience. the whole time he wanted to cry, but suppressed it the best he could.

when he shut the door when you left though, it all came pouring down. an absolute mess. hyuck felt like an absolute mess that night. it wasn’t your fault that he felt this way. maybe it was his for letting himself fall so easily.

nothing will be the same. not for him.

hyuck sighs, twirling a pencil around his fingers. he’s trying his best to focus on his studies, but all he could think about was you. per-usual.

the first time hyuck said he loved you, was the last time he had said it.

he waited and waited for you to finally say it back for months on end. but as month eight of being together approaches, he’s starting to lose hope. maybe you just won’t ever love him.

maybe there’s no use trying anymore.

“i can’t do it, hyuck.” you stare at him with sad eyes.

this was the answer he needed. it was your ten month anniversary, months passing since he had the flashback of the first time he said he loved you. he tried to move on mentally, but he couldn’t. so, here he was asking if you loved him. asking if you felt the same way he did. and your answer was all he needed to realize just how much of his time was wasted.

“then we can’t be together.”

hyuck stares at you with the most intense eyes you’ve ever seen. you could see the tears threatening to spill. it hurt you to see him like this, but you know it hurt him more than it hurt you. unrequited love was a bitch.

hyuck can feel his heart crack in two the longer he sits at the dinner table, homemade food displayed for the two of you on your anniversary. he wants to leave, but he’s at his own damn apartment. of course he had to set everything up at his own apartment. hyuck sighs, a shakey sound escaping. he can’t stand being around you anymore. he doesn’t want to even breathe the same air as you anymore.

“can you go?” hyuck spits out, the words harsh and painful. you wanted to talk to him, stick by his side. you couldn’t lose him, not when you’re so close.

“hyuck-” you try to talk to him, try to explain that you maybe you were close, but you were too late. way too late.

“i really can’t stand to hear it right now, y/n. i just know it’s going to hurt my feelings even more, and i can’t stand this anymore. i’ve waited long enough to be loved, to feel loved. i can’t keep doing this.”

his words struck like lightning. he addressed the huge elephant in the room like it was nothing, and you were surprised. you could feel a cold sweat burning down your spine, licking your lips as you slowly raise out of your seat. you take a look at hyuck and see him tightly clutching the sides of the table, as if to restrain himself. it was so painful to see.

you could feel your heart breaking as you realized you were just starting to love him.

you could never tell him that, it would only make things worse. he deserves better. someone he doesn’t have to wait on for so long, someone who can give him everything he needs. no matter how badly he may want you, he can never get what he needs out of you. you could tell it was exhausting him, the bags under his eyes giving it away.

“i.. i’m sorry.” you say softly.

hyuck scoffs, “yeah, me too.”

you can feel the anger, the tension. and hyuck was angry. he was so, so mad. why couldn’t anyone love him? why was he never enough for anybody? was he too much? did he give too much?

who gave him such a big heart? who let him have his heart on his sleeve the way it was?

hyuck doesn’t bother leaving the table to walk you out the door, only sitting at his seat in silence. he stares blankly, tears falling helplessly once he hears his own front door shut. lately, breaking down seemed to be his thing.

you’re sorry.

you’re fucking sorry.

hyuck scoffs again. what a shit apology. what a shit way of ending things.

hyuck gave you everything. he gave you his heart, presents, everything you need, flowers, chocolates, a shoulder to lean on when you cried, a friendship and relationship that wasn’t comparable to others. maybe his ego was too high. but he knows he loved you with everything he could. he loved you the best way he knew how, and he wondered every second of his time with you on why that wasn’t enough.

why was his love never enough?

hyuck falls asleep with tears in his eyes that night, his chest so heavy it weighs him down. breaking apart from you was like breaking apart a half of him. you were the only thing keeping him going day by day. and as the days go by without you, it only gets worse.

nothing will ever be the same for him.

he won’t love the way he loved you. he knows this.

hyuck sighs.

he got rid of everything in his apartment that reminded him of you. he couldn’t even stand the thought of you anymore. he was going through the stages of grief, and right now he was angry. everything about you seemed to piss him off.

he wished things ended better, but he knew there wasn’t really a good way to end an unrequited love. especially when hyuck was so bitter about the whole situation.

it’s been weeks without you, and the hole never seems to go away. the aching never seems to dull. the pain never seems to stop. all he can think of was the good memories. the good memories that were tainted by hyuck’s bitterness.

how could things end the way they did?

hyuck sips his coffee, the silence of his apartment filling the room. he was without you. the silence devouring him and making him into a new person. a bitter, cold person.

he loved you so, so much.

he just hopes you know how dear you were to him after all that time. even if he didn’t want to admit it, you would always be special to him. you would always have a place in his heart.

but, at the end of the day, hyuck was good for you.

and you were bad for him.

a/n: thank you for reading! this series means a lot to me. they’re all based on some previous experiences. i hope everyone enjoys this series as much as i did.

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