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kiachiako · 1 year

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carpe diem | l.hc

pairing | gamer!haechan x female!reader

synopsis | You know you’re in trouble when your heart starts beating a little faster around Lee Haechan, professional flirt and someone any of your friends would advise against falling for. Then why are you standing in front of his door at the dead of night, lured by his offer of games, marijuana, and quality time with the man himself?

content | gamer!haechan, coder!reader, fluff, angst, language warning, drug usage, suggestive

wc | 5.1k

song | let’s get lost — g-eazy ft. devon baldwin

a/n | wish i could put into words how much i adore the vibe in this fic :(( hope you enjoy it just as much and leave any and all feedback at the end, i love reading your thoughts <3 ly

[h__chan06, 11:23PM] come over

You glance over at your phone as it lights up next to you, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as your attention is stolen from the code on your monitors. With a snap of your gum and a knowing smile, you return back to the task at hand after scanning the chat notification that disappears just as quickly as it came.

It’s 11pm, and you know your night has only just started; as a compsci uni student by day and someone’s whose late hours are reserved by more… underground jobs, you’re used to the twilight that accompanies you as you work. Seoul’s neon city lights illuminate your apartment on their own as your fingers fly across the keyboard in your lap, lips pursed as your gaze races over each line of code in concentration.

You sigh when your clean slate of java is interrupted by a call pop-up that inconveniently takes up the entirety of your main screen. You’re about to click the red decline button when another text pops up, h__chan06’s < u better pick up > pressuring you into accepting.

“Y/N,” Haechan’s voice echoes throughout your room, filling the previous silence with his raspy tone. It sounds like he just woke up, and frankly, you think it’s the most attractive thing you’ve heard all week.

You hum softly in response.

“I’m bored,” he complains lowly, the sound of rubbing fabric transmitting over your speaker letting you know that he’s probably swathed in blankets in true Haechan fashion. “Want you to come game with me.”

You look up through your eyelashes at the digital blue light time on your wall, groaning when you remember that you have a 2am shift in a few hours at the 24-hour PC Bang that you completely forgot about.

“You know I can’t game for shit, Haechan.”

You hear him scoff at that, his mumbled, “says the literal game hacker,” making you giggle. You swivel around in your comfy desk chair, pushing your way to one of the glass walls of your apartment.

“It’s just,” you continue, staring out into the night cityscape, “I’ve got code due tomorrow for Prof Jung and I really wanna finish it before my part-time at the internet cafe.”

And you might be a little scared of spending alone time with the boy that makes your heart flutter a bit too much, but you would never admit that out loud.

“Please, Y/N,” the boy pleads with you. “Umm, I also just rolled if you want some.”

Your ears definitely perk up at that. Even though your assignment isn’t finished and it’s never the best idea to show up high to your job, you find yourself shrugging on a zip-up and grabbing your keys before you can even register your own actions.

Only a few hours can’t hurt, right?

…

Wrong.

It’s been five minutes of standing in front of Haechan’s apartment door — which just happens to reside in the same complex as yours — and you’re starting to think this is a bad idea.

Actually, this was a bad idea starting from the very first time you were introduced to Lee Haechan.

You still remember that day so clearly in your head; Mark had texted you and your friend group to meet up at his new apartment just days before sophomore year of uni started a year ago, his title as your best friend winning your free time over immediately as you headed a few floors down from your own home with Jaehyun and Karina. You were elated to be in the same building with Mark Lee, because that meant free rides to your classes in his classy Mustang and not having to jog a few blocks down the campus residences for weekly rom com reruns anymore.

However, what you had not expected to see was a brand new face as the three of you entered the spacious apartment, an unfamiliar boy’s laugh ringing throughout the foyer as if he had known your friends for an entire lifetime.

You were introduced to Lee Haechan a few moments later, his relaxed nature and confident smile drawing everyone to him immediately. The integration of his presence into your circle of friends was almost instantaneous.

It turned out that Haechan was Mark’s new roommate (and new competition for the title of his best friend, unfortunately), and somehow had every girl on campus hanging on to the sweet words that dripped out of his pretty mouth; it was just too easy to get hooked on his saccharin voice. He was truthfully too attractive for his own good with his sharp wit and dazzling smile, his model-like dimensions and the headphones/hoodie duo that drove female classmates to their graves with his gamer boyfriend appeal.

It was mostly wariness that kept you from growing close with Haechan, not really sure of what to think of him and his flirty tendencies although he had been nothing but friendly with you in the presence of your now shared friends.

One particular night after exams, the lot of you were over at their place to unwind after such a mentally demanding past few months. A few of the boys were busy trying to concoct something edible in the kitchen (it was most definitely not edible, as you had the “pleasure” of experiencing a few hours later), while Karina and Taeyong were hooked up in the most intense match of Mario Kart you had ever seen in your life.

“Shit,” Mark had mumbled, groaning as his eyes raked over the contents of their empty fridge. “Y/N,” you lifted your head to glance at him as you snuggled up against Karina’s side on the couch, skirt splayed on the cushions while watching the game intently. “I told Haechan to buy the soju today, but this fucker can’t even remember his own address,” he stared pointedly at said boy, Haechan’s innocent expression throwing you off guard, “so I’m not surprised that he forgot the drinks. Can you run to the convenience store down the street real quick and get some?”

You reluctantly got up from your comfy spot on the couch and made your way over to Mark, pulling his free hoodie over your form and tracing a frowny face on his fore-arm as your best friend pulled you into an apology hug.

“He’ll go with you and pay,” Mark nodded to Haechan, who shrugged and grabbed his card before holding the front door open for you with a wicked grin. “Play nice, Hyuck.”

You shuffled a few steps behind him as the two of you made your way out of the apartment complex and through the city night’s light drizzle, hair dampening when you neglected to pull up your hood.

You remember glancing up to him in surprise when Haechan suddenly turned around and tugged you forward by the sleeve, rivulets of raindrops tipping his lashes and glistening down his neck as he pulled you into a run with a wide smile.

“Let’s race.”

It had come as a surprise to you how easily you complied, eyes creased in elation as the rain poured down on your sprinting forms. The two of you weaved through umbrella clad people hurrying to escape the oncoming storm, a boy you barely knew leading you through shallow puddles and blinking crosswalks.

You were soaked by the time you got to the 24-hour convenience store, expressions painted with pure giddiness as you stepped into its artificial lights. The cashier had eyed the two of you with the greatest disdain, his gaze burning into the small spot of growing water pooling at the entrance under your figures.

Following Haechan into the alcohol aisle, you startled when a soft ding of your phone interrupted your euphoric haze. An immediate grimace graced your face.

“What is it? A new assignment?” He leaned closer to peer at your phone, warm breath reaching your cheek as his shoulder brushed against yours. Noticing the shaky inhale you had taken, he leaned back, amused. “I make you nervous, don’t I.”

You looked at him, incredulous.

“Never,” you answered, mentally kicking yourself at how unsure you sounded. The butterflies that you felt like vomiting gave yourself away nonetheless. “I don’t even know you.”

Haechan raised an eyebrow at you before dragging a chair out at the little window table in the corner of the store. Patting the seat across from him, he poured you a shot of soju and brushed a wet strand of hair out of your eyes.

“Then let me.”

You had sat there with Haechan for far too long that night, discovering every little thing he was willing to give up: from his area of study (“I’ll give you my old Python notes for Prof Cho’s lectures,” he had offered. “As your resident game development major and a survivor of the infamous Cho experience, I hereby grant you the right to all of my past cheat sheets and tests) to his unwavering loyalty to grape juice of all things (“You monster.” You had simply taken one sip of your apple drink before pausing with your lips hovering over the straw, feeling absolutely violated with the kicked puppy look he was giving you. “Apple over grape? Monster.)

The two of you had returned to Mark and Haechan’s flat hours later than you were supposed to, the former blaming his roommate for distracting you because he knew Haechan and his tendencies much better than anyone else did. Jaehyun had immediately swept you away in a game of Jenga (you thought it was a mystery why he enjoys a children’s game so much, but is it really?), so you were left with no other chance to speak with Haechan that night, even though he would shoot you a secret smile every chance he got.

It never escalated further.

School resumed like normal and suddenly everyone was busy again. Sure, you and Haechan were still friendly, but you hung out with the other guys much more than you did with him. A part of you was just so unsure about the type of guy he really was; you heard of his midnight escapades far too often to think that he was ever sincere in any interaction with a girl, nonetheless with you. It seemed like the boy that had run with you in the thundering rain and shared his stance on grape juice with passion was simply a figment of your imagination, a fleeting moment among thousands for him. You weren’t hurt nor surprised, already warned of his flowery words that you assumed were customized for each pretty girl that had the fatal luck of meeting Lee Haechan.

But he never made a true advance on you. Whenever your friend group got together, it was just meaningless flirting: the kind that caused your heart to flare up that you desperately pleaded with it to not react to someone like that. It was a sort of game almost, the type where you joked around with him when the time came, but never enough that you would be left with him for more than ten minutes. He still scolded Mark for making fun of you and offered you to smoke with him on more occasions than you’d like to admit, but that was it. A few weak moments in your judgment when you would give in to his offer for help on coding assignments and a free blunt.

As those memories play in your head, you bring your fingers up to your temples in frustration with yourself. You’re always careful with your heart, and you know that his words do affect you in a way they really shouldn't. You’ve been trying to avoid Haechan lately because you think the flirting might have actually gotten to your head. And yeah, you’re probably hyper aware of the scent of his cologne and the mere way he carries himself, but you’re determined to never fall in the traps of your own rapid heartbeat and warming cheeks.

“So then why am I here-” your mumbles stop when the door to the apartment you’ve been standing in front of swings open, the culprit leaning against its frame as his eyes flick over to you.

“Because you get swayed too easily, angel,” Haechan grins at you, his sweatpants and oversized hoodie hanging off his figure so well that you actually think it’s unfair. “And c’mon. We all know that you’ve just been dying to see me.”

You just gape at him before he laughs and tugs you inside, hand reaching up to squish your cheeks together.

“Don’t do that,” you pout after a few moments, pushing his hands away as you feel your face warm.

“I couldn’t resist, love,” he drawls, a Cheshire like smile overtaking his visage as he gestures for you to follow him into the living room. You take a seat on the floor with your back against the couch as you watch him move around, picking up two game controllers from the console before flicking the TV on and returning to sit next to you. The glittering lights of Seoul’s nightlife casts an eerie glow on Haechan’s side profile, all the sharp lines and curves of his face highlighted as you observe him.

Curious, you pick up one of the controllers and fiddle with it before shifting your body towards him.

“Why’d you text me though? You have so many other friends that probably game better than I do.”

Haechan doesn’t take his eyes off the screen as he replies to your valid inquiry, patting the space next to him so you’d move closer.

“You’re the only one that lives near here besides Mark, who decided that late-night practicing for his drivers license test is more important than playing games with me,” he jokes, shooting you a small grin before booting up the game home screen.

Oh.

Wait, no. That’s perfectly logical, you think to yourself.

…then why am I disappointed?

You hum in understanding before looking back up at the loading game.

“Want a hit?” the boy next to you offers, holding out a rolled joint between his index finger and thumb that wasn’t there before. You nod slowly and he takes the initiative to slot it between your lips, fingers grazing your chin in the slightest as he lights the end for you. You take a long pull, closing your eyes and sitting back as your insides fill with warmth with an exhale. Handing the joint back to him, he brings it to his lips and lets the smoke snake out his mouth before dissipating throughout the living room. “You needed that, hmm?”

Your glazed eyes tell him all he needs to know as he starts the video game on his TV, fingers busy setting up your characters and controls on the home screen. You watch his hands in a trance, not realizing that you’ve spaced out until he snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“Thinking about me already, angel,” he teases, hiding his hands behind his back. You hit him lightly and reach for the joint again.

“Shush, Haechan.” He simply blows a smoke ring towards your face in retaliation before reaching over to click a button on your own controller as your vision clears.

“Look here,” he instructs, positioning his fingers over yours so that he can guide you through each symbol and its uses. His cold skin leaves goosebumps as he leaves his palms resting against the back of your own hand. “This red one means shoot, and this one will allow you to pick up things. You press the back of the controller here,” Haechan maneuvers your fingers with his slowly as he talks, “to move forward. Makes sense?”

You nod with wide eyes, still shivering at the contact of his hands on yours. Haechan takes notice of the little bumps against your wrist as his pointer finger rubs against the back of yours.

“Aww, Y/N,” he coos, scrunching his nose at you, “you're nervous.” You protest and pull your hands away from his grasp, failing to come up with a coherent response. He chuckles under his breath at your attempt to escape him, instead grasping your arm and making you sit impossibly close to him so that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body.

With a dreamy look in his eyes and another long, hooded gaze in your direction, he takes another puff before grabbing his own controller. Silver bracelets clinking on his wrist, he shoots you a small smirk before starting the game with one click and settling forward so he can concentrate.

“I’m gonna lose so badly,” you grumble, watching the screen as the world spawns around your two avatars. Your character already seems like it’s suffering, taking hit after hit from the boy next to yours as she crumbles in ten seconds flat. “Kinda hate you right now, Haechan. And you too,” you squint at your girl’s name, “Widowmaker. What kind of person would call their character Widowmaker…” you add on with a mutter, frowning at her. You miss Haechan glancing at you with a small smile and a look of adoration in his eyes.

“I’m betting on it, angel,” he replies to your first words with a snicker after a few seconds, entirely shameless as he completely destroys whatever’s occurring on the TV. He sticks his tongue out to wet his lips as he immerses himself completely in the game. “You’re gonna give me something if I win, no?”

“I- what? When did I ever…?” you mutter with confusion as Haechan jumps to his knees with a shout. You watch with dread as blood splotches appear in your vision and the hearts that indicate your number of lives blink to a null gray, the girl that was supposed to help you win getting hit straight in the chest with her multitude of weapons and abnormally short crop top — you don’t know how her outfit was supposed to be of use, but you assumed that maybe Haechan’s character would have a moment of unclarity and propose or something.

“I won! And I even went easy on you, angel.”

And there it is in all its glory. A bright, green “You Win!” mocking you on his side of the screen while yours just flashes red as your character sinks to the ground in despair.

“Uh uh, Haechan,” you protest, turning towards him with your hands reaching for his controller. “We did not have a win-lose system set up and you know that I’m bad at this.” The said boy merely leans forward and taps his head with his finger pretending to think.

“I’ll give you my car for a week if you win,” he proposes, reaching for the controllers again. Your eyes widen.

“No fucking way,” you say, grinning as you lean forwards. “A month.”

“Two weeks, angel. Don’t push it.”

“A month.”

Haechan slumps against the couch, refusing to look at your pleading face and adorable expression.

“Fine,” he grumbles, defeated. “A month.”

“Yes!” you exclaim, shuffling in your spot with glee and crossing your legs to get ready for the next round. You are desperate for that car; having it would mean no more running to catch the train at 9pm after a botched lecture from your professors who seem to not know what a clock is. And, of course, midnight garlic bread runs without being scared shitless of what could be following you in the dark. “Need to focus…”

Haechan’s gaze zeros in on you, your tongue poking out of your tongue in concentration and your eyes enlarged with a newfound eagerness.

“Haa…” he breathes out, “cute.” You ignore your warming cheeks after hearing his words and nudge him to start the game, the soft look on his face catching you off guard to the point where you have to look away.

With a beeping countdown, another match of Overwatch starts and you’re left in the most concentrated state you’ve been since your last phase of, “I’m-going-to-get-all-perfect-marks-in-school-this-semester” (which isn’t actually saying much because you did not in fact get perfect marks that semester). With your gaze locked on your character and hands poised on your controller, you maneuver yourself carefully through the rotted terrain and hide from Haechan’s lingering avatar.

“I’m not letting you win,” you warn him with your most menacing tone, making your on-screen character do a 360 before shooting a warning shot into the far distance.

“Mm?” he hums, clicking rapidly on his own controller before turning to you, “you can’t win with me, angel.” You still at his words, scared to say something that will give away how truly nervous Haechan makes you. There’s something more in that sentence that you just can’t pinpoint.

After a moment of staring off into space, you regain consciousness and shake your head to clear your mind. “Focus…”

And that’s when you see it; Haechan’s avatar is crouched on top of a crumbling building at the corner of your vision, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot you down from above. He’s got his weapon aimed directly at you and the mere size of the thing scares you — and you’re not even the one being shot.

With dozens of quick solutions and methods running through your head to get out of your impending death, the worst possible thing you could do crosses your mind as you spy Haechan’s finger press down on the shoot button.

Just do it. You want to win? Just do it.

“Fuck it,” you whisper, pushing his controller out of his hands.

“Why would you-” he starts before stilling, the feeling of your fingers clutched around the fabric of his sweatshirt and being pulled in close to you shocking him into silence.

You let yourself lose all rational sense as you give him a tiny kiss, your body shuddering slightly at the simple feeling of his lips on yours. Only meaning to stall him for a few seconds, you reluctantly pull back and turn back to the screen to finish off the game. With one small click and a few splatters of blood on your display, you jump up with excitement as the “You Win!” finally appears for your victorious all-kill.

Before you can even turn to Haechan and taunt him with your victory, he twists his body so he can hover over you, pinning your wrists in one hand and bringing the other up to your face. You stare up at him with wide eyes with your noses just centimeters from each other, and you’re so close that you could connect your lips once again if you really wanted to. And you really want to.

Before you can fully process the position the two of you are in however, Haechan brushes his thumb against your cheekbone and switches his gaze between your eyes.

“You think you can just do that and not face the consequences? Hmm?” he whispers just next to your ear, his warmth breath reaching your neck as you shiver slightly under his touch. “Use your words.”

“The game?” you mumble dumbly, unable to pull anything coherent from your brain at the moment.

“I don’t care about the fucking game, Y/N,” Haechan replies, one of his hands smoothly moving up to hold the back of your neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment… you’re going to make it up to me, angel.”

With that, he fastens his lips to yours once again, letting out a small groan when he pulls you into his lap and presses your body into his. His kisses are deep and hard as he pulls you in by the waist and slips your zip up off your shoulders, the feeling of his tongue slipping into your mouth making your head dizzy.

The taste of marijuana and raspberry lingers in your mouth when he pulls away briefly to take a breath, soon after tilting his head so he can deepen the kiss even more. His little sounds go straight to your core, the moans he lets out increasing when you lean into him to slide your hands down the skin of his neck and shoulders. The way he moves is mesmerizing under your touch.

You throw your head back when one of his hands finds its way up to your throat, his fingers lightly wrapping around the base as you swallow in pleasure. He’s such a good kisser that you can feel yourself drown in his movements, delicate and sensual. His teeth nip little bites on your jawline, and you already know that the red blooming all over your skin will stay there for weeks with how much pressure he’s applying on your skin.

Making his way back to your mouth, he graces the flesh of your lips with his tongue before tugging gently. The little sound you make in reaction has him reeling, pulling away to put his forehead against yours.

“Want more?” Haechan inquires with his infamous smirk, nuzzling his nose against your skin as you sit straddling his lap.

Barely able to respond, you mumble, “more,” before chasing after his sweet kisses once again. You could do this all day.

“Ah ah,” he shushes you with his finger, letting the tip sneak between your lips just a smidge before wrapping his arms around you and hugging your body to his. “Didn’t mean to get you addicted, baby.” And with a sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth, he holds you in his warm embrace and rocks you back and forth, refusing to let you taste him. “Wanna keep you like this.”

You comply, relaxing as you sink into his lap in utmost comfort with your arms around his neck and face tucked in the crook of his neck.

You don’t even notice when your eyes start to flutter close, a sudden tiredness taking over your figure. You’ve always struggled with insomnia, but you fade into dreamland as soon as Haechan lays you down with him, hand rubbing soothing circles across your back.

Even you can’t deny it as much as your heart wants to; you feel at home in his embrace.

…

You wake up groggy to a blaring in your left ear, the piercing sound of your ringtone forcing you to consciousness. Rolling over to reach for your phone, you don’t even look at the caller ID before sliding the green accept button and holding the device against your ear.

You can’t get a single word out before a familiar voice blares out of the speaker, making you flinch away from the sound immediately.

“Sunshine! Did you finally get with Haechan?” Mark talks excitedly from the other side of the line, his hyper tone evident without seeing his expression.

“Good morning to you too- Wait, how did you know I was with Haechan last night?” you say incredulously, suddenly very awake. “How’d your permit test go anyway?” You hear Mark scoff at your question in response.

“Y/N. Did you think I really didn’t have my license already,” he says with exasperation. “Do you not exploit my driving skills every other day or am I going insane?”

“I mean kind of, yeah. With the way you drive…”

“Oh, fuck both of you,” Mark laughs out. “Haechan’s lies never make any sense.”

“Lies?” you mumble, confused. Why did Haechan lie to you about Mark anyway? You’re not sure where you lie in Haechan’s spectrum of feelings, but you hope your heart won’t get crushed with how hard you fell just a few hours ago.

Mark sighs audibly.

“Mm, he wanted the apartment empty yesterday and he’s talked about you since forever, Y/N-ie, really. Hope you know he’s very serious about getting to know you,” you gape at your phone at Mark’s confession, surprised. No way Lee Haechan, downright playboy and professional flirt is interested in you in the way you’ve been falling for him too — and suppressing it.

But with the way he cared for me last night, you think to yourself. He seemed so sincere.

“He’s stopped seeing other girls for a few months now,” Mark adds on, easing the worries he knows are running laps in your mind. “He’s so serious about you, Y/N, I can tell you that much.”

You let that information sink in as you sit back in your own bedsheets, hands rubbing your arms with the morning chill as you let the thought of Haechan and you marinate.

Just as your doubts begin to surface again, you hear a delicate knock on your apartment door before the door swings open and reveals a familiar boy standing in the hallway.

Haechan grins at you from behind a pile of fluffy winter blankets in his arms, taking your growing smile as an invitation to enter. He goes straight for your bed, settling into the warm spot next to you and letting his body snuggle into your side. Taking the fleece blankets, he wraps you in the fabric before placing a shy kiss on your temple, your cheeks blushing rose at his adoring actions.

“My angel.”

...

xoxo

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injoontz · 14 days

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♡ :: nct dream as taylor swift reputation songs ↳ just a silly song analysis of nct dream in a relationship

🤍 — MARK LEE ! !

[ DON'T BLAME ME ] i feel like mark is the type of person to have unconditional love. "don't blame me" is a song about unapologetic love and uses a mix of addition and religion to emphasize how this love has driven the person to extreme lengths. i feel like for mark even though he is a religious person when he loves someone, he will do so unconditionally, even to the point where the person comes before his own religion, because he cares and loves for this person more than anything.

🤍 — HUANG RENJUN ! !

[ DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED ] something compels me to put renjun and "dancing with our hands tied" together. im not sure what, but i have always associated renjun with the hesitant type of love. he is the type of person to be so in love but also scared of the public eye. he would want to keep his relationship a secret from the world to protect not just himself but also his significant other. "dancing with our hands tied" is a song that speaks about a relationship that feels lost due to outside pressure and, for some reason, i can see renjun either fighting for his relationship against the public or succumbing to the pressure and ending everything.

🤍 — LEE JENO ! !

[ DELICATE ] this song is about confessing to the person you like and the beginning stages of a relationship. the person would have been so amoured by their relationship that they would be worried about bringing his significant other into the eye of the public and putting stress on them rather than the public opinion about himself. instead, jeno would focus entirely on making sure that the relationship was heading in the right direction. he would be worried about the public eye but not as much as his relationship. knowing his reputation as an idol, he would be scared to offend his significant other and would be scared about how the public would perceive her so he would do anything and everything in his power to protect their new relationship.

🤍 — LEE HAECHAN ! !

[ SO ITS GOES… ] i feel like so it goes is a bit of a dark mysterious song. the idea of meeting a person in the dark despite the fact that the two people are both famous. he's someone who can make everyone else disappear, and he helps her feel at ease. however, he is also someone that makes her feel excited and slightly caged. she looses herself in a relationship with him because of how strong her feelings are. i feel like in terms of haechan, he would be dominant in a relationship like this person, and he would continue to give and then take more than he's giving, but because of how he makes his partner feel she wouldn't leave him. so he will continue to take and take from her and only give her back minimally, just enough to keep her around, but he really cares more about his reputation than he could admit. so he will put his career before her.

🤍 — NA JAEMIN ! !

[ GORGEOUS ] yeah yeah, a bit stereotypical. oh my god, na jaemin as "gorgeous", of he is. but let me explain. i feel like when it comes to jaemin this song really emphasizes how someone may feel when faced with feelings for him. jaemin is a very attractive person, for this reason alone he is already an intimidating person to catch feelings for. for this reason, i feel like "gorgeous" is the perfect song. gorgeous speaks from the female's point of view about how she has fallen for this guy who is just so gorgeous she doesn't know how to act. instead of complimenting him and hitting on him properly, she will make fun of him but still wants him to realize that it's actually a compliment. she can't quite control herself and she wants him to know that it's his fault. i feel like jaemin would be oblivious to this at first, but once he realizes all her teasing is due to his looks he would immediately become smirky and sly and tease her back.

🤍 — ZHONG CHENLE ! !

[ KING OF MY HEART ] when it comes to chenle, he will almost always be fully committed to a relationship. i feel like chenle wouldn't go into a relationship knowing that he had hesitations and wasn't sure of his feelings. he would only commit himself to a relationship when he was certain about his feelings. but once he's tested the waters and finally realizes he loves his partner, he would fully commit, and it would be unexpected for him or take him off guard. once he realized he loved his partner, he wouldn't hide anything from her, all the bad and good aspects he would want to show her and he wouldn't want to ever let her go. he would prove that he loves his partner.

🤍 — PARK JISUNG ! !

[ NEW YEARS DAY ] it was actually really hard for me to pick a song for jisung. but i eventually came to this one. "new years day" has such powerful lyrics that bring about a strong feeling of loyalty and connection. i feel like with jisung once he has fallen in love he will never let go, he will hold onto all the memories that he's had with his significant other and cherish them with all his heart. the idea of the song is that the true lovers would stay with you and help you pick up trash after a messy party. i like to think of this as like even in tough messy times, jisung will always stay loyal to you and stay by yourself whether it's hard or there are mistakes made. he's loyal and committed, and it's a healthy, sweet relationship between jisung and his partner.

©injoontz 2024

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ericshoney · 9 months

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“I mean....I like you a lot”~ Haechan

You had a terrible day. You was late to work because your alarm didn’t go off, you had to deal with rude customers all day, had to work late because your co worker didn’t show up and on the way home, it rained and you didn’t have a coat or umbrella. So you could say it was rubbish. The only good part, was Haechan. When you got to your apartment, shaking from the cold rain, you opened the door to the smell of your favourite food and saw Haechan sat on the sofa.

“Hey, what brings you here?” You asks, dumping your coat and bag at the door while kicking your shoes off.

“Uh, its movie night and I have a key, remember?” He sassily responds.

“Shit, Hae I totally forgot, its been a terrible day, I’m sorry.” You apologise when you suddenly remember your plans.

“No its okay, I knew you had work and saw it was raining so I cooked your favourite.” He replies with a smile.

“Now, go have a hot shower, get into some comfy pjs and tell me all about it while you eat.” He adds.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile.

He nods and you go have a nice hot shower, getting into some pjs - which was one of Haechan’s old shirts and some shorts- before sitting with your best friend and a plate of hot food.

“This tastes amazing! Did you really cook it?” You ask him.

“How dare you judge I can’t cook!” He gasps. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Fine Taeyong Hyung helped me.” He confesses, making you laugh.

You quickly finish your plate of food, making him smile.

“Now tell me about your terrible day, I’m here to listen.” He said.

And with that, you spilled everything out to him, everything that happened from the moment you got up till you came home.

“The worse part was this rude girl and her boyfriend! I mean she said that nobody likes me! She doesn’t even know me just being a judgemental bitch.” You finish your rant.

“I mean...I like you a lot.”

You look at Haechan, who’s looking at you with a soft smile.

“Well yeah we’re friends.” You reply with a short laugh.

Haechan just looks at you, making you realise.

“Oh.. Oh you like me!” You exclaim, making him chuckle.

“A lot.” He repeats.

“Really?” You ask softly, he nods with a smile.

“I’ve been trying to drop hits, hoping you would pick up on them.” He admits.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

You smile and nod. Haechan moves closer and his lips land on yours in a sweet kiss, you smile and close your eyes, your arms going around his shoulders.

“I like you a lot Y/n. Be mine?” He asks as he pulls away.

“Of course.” You said.

Haechan smiles and pulls you close, kissing your forehead, as the two of you watch a movie together, going from friends to lovers.

#kpop #kpop oneshot #nct #haechan #leehaechan #lee donghyuck #nct haechan #haechan oneshot #haechan x reader #fluff #slight angst #friends to lovers #cute

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maneated · 2 years

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everyone say thenks haechan for my life

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writtenbymkl · 11 months

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i’m actually going super insane right. show stopping, spectacular, amazing, wowzers, this is the most insane i’ve ever felt （〃▽〃）

#haechan #mark lee #mark nct #haechan nct #lee haechan #mark lee nct #nct dream #nctdream #marklee #leehaechan #brokenmelodies

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holobethyname · 1 year

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Haechan dancing to Touch going viral under the Untouchable Tiktok sound 😭 He's almost catching up in views with the original video, and he's leading in likes. This is why we couldn't have the Saebbing challenge after that Love Theory Tiktok 😐 Official or not, he DEVOURS.

#haechan #donghyuck #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #fullsun #haechan solo #nct haechan #leehaechan #fssf #fullsunflower #Haechan viral #Untouchable Haechan #Haechan Tiktok #Haechan Love Theory

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que3niexx · 1 year

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Haechan Mood board ♡

/)/) ( . .) Before I met you it was dark ( づ♡

The middle left image was actually taken by Haechan!

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lovelhc · 2 years

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─ .❛ LEE HAECHAN ₎ 🎸 ˀˀ

You always admired people who plays the guitar, specifically, the electric one.

You went around the school, to find a quiet spot. You heard the roaring of a guitar, with a honey-like voice making harmonies together. Your feet dragged you to the sound. Peeping secretly, there you found the lead-guitarist of your school, Lee Haechan. You admired everything about him, the way his fingers nibbled the chords, the way his head was bopping to the song, and how his voice was so unique.

“mind requesting a song instead of standing there like a fool?”

He spoke. Your body took a screenshot and he noticed it, he chuckled attractively, “come here, sit beside me. I’ll play any song you want.”

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sunrisepeachvv · 1 year

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i finally met haechan, YES! LEE HAECHAN LEE DONGHYUCK FULL SUN HAECHAN ☀️ 🐻 🌻😭 i’m very thankful to finally see you even if it was this far 🥹 i’ll support you as much as I can, i promise you that. 🫶🏻

#nct #nctdream #haechan #fullsun #tds2inmnl #thedreamshow2 #leehaechan

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parisgrey22 · 9 months

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Your eyes - Chapter Two (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1366686722-your-eyes-chapter-two?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Sheepwoniemeh&wp_originator=ceYqrHQzU0y9rq1fk07dGF02BDXsi0KpuRlzs0hbELBkc2akuBYLnnxY74CoJgVfJnXy4ziaLHzCU92%2BbLhvJSBWYL7t4anY7UUZIYL8jOVzgrRqkSUAej7T%2BjvRa4iJ Kang Lily has spent most of her twenties teaching without any social activity as the school has taken advantage of her skills and talents. Luckily for the school Lily has supported them because she figured she has no life outside of teaching so she enjoys making the school experience for her learners an enjoyable one. When the end of year meeting arrives,Lily has no idea what the universe has in store for her. The question is, will she indulge in this new found present or will she deny this connection.

#donghyuck #lee #leedonghyuck #leehaechan #lovestory #sunshine #sunshinelovestory #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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injoontz · 2 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝 ━ 𝐧.𝐣𝐦 & 𝐡.𝐫𝐣

pairing. na jaemin x fem!oc x huang renjun starring. na jaemin, seo iseol (oc) featuring. huang renjun genre. vampire au // love triangle warnings. alcohol, smoking, making out, feeding word count. 1.9k

synopsis. in which iseul wants to get back at huang renjun ↳ jaemin!vampire x oc!human x renjun!vampire

Iseul leaned back onto the couch as her heavy body finally gave in to the weed. The couch sunk perfectly under her, easing her body and baiting her to close her eyes to sleep. Despite that, she wanted to stay awake and relish in the lightweight feeling she got from being high.

She felt like she was present at the party but also found herself staring off dreamily into the rowdy bodies. The music boomed through the whole house but it only added to the relaxing feeling Iseul felt.

The coach sunk as someone sat down next to her and she felt their arm drop over her shoulder.

Methodically, Iseul looked over with relaxed eyes to see Jaemin smiling brightly at her.

“You look high as fuck,” he laughed.

Iseul smiled gently, “How have you been?” she leaned in a bit, the soft feeling of his shirt contrasting with his hard body. She could feel his muscles tense and relax whenever he moved.

“I was just with Garam,” Jaemin said, pointing across the living room to a girl that was dancing freely. “She was nice, not really my type though.”

Iseul hummed, her eyes leaving Jaemin and drifting across the party.

“How so?” she asked as her eyes fell on a couple. She quickly forced her eyes to look away.

“She said that she likes me,” Jaemin replied easily, “But she said it was because I was attractive because I was a vampire,”

“And you didn’t like that,” Iseul finished for him, “Because Na Jaemin doesn’t care about silly things like appearance,” she turned and flashed a bright smile at him.

Jaemin’s eyes widened a bit at the pretty girl resting on him. He let out a light chuckle, “I care about appearances, but I don’t think that’s why you should like someone,”

“Ugh, you’re too sober,” Iseul complained and passed him the cup in her hand, “Here, I don’t feel like drinking tonight,”

Jaemin took her cup and tipped the content back. Immediately he grimaced as the bitter alcohol burned his throat, “Fucking hate alcohol,” he grumbled.

“You still drank it,” Iseul pointed out, her head suddenly feeling heavy and dropping onto Jaemin. The sedating feeling Iseul felt from being high took over her whole body. Jaemin’s warm body baited her in and she pushed her cheek into his chest.

“You’re warm,” she said, “It’s weird,”

“Why?” Jaemin asked.

“You’re usually cold,” Iseul replied.

“I’m hot because it’s hot in here,” Jaemin chuckled.

Iseul hummed but didn’t reply. Her eyes had landed on the couple from earlier. She felt bitterness toward the two but could only watch resentfully as Renjun’s hand snaked around Yihwa’s waist. Yihwa’s hand went up and gently rubbed Renjun’s shoulder and then rested on his chest.

“Hey,” Jaemin said sitting up a bit and making the girl adjust her position to sit properly.

Iseul stared down her nose at Renjun and Yihwa. Jaemin’s eyes drifted over as well and he couldn’t help but let out a scoff. Leaning closer to Iseul, his arm wrapped around her a bit tighter.

“Wanna leave?” he asked, a suggestive tone to his voice.

Iseul glanced sideways at Jaemin, a glimmer in his eyes as his lips turned up into a smirk. Iseul turned her gaze back to Renjun and found that he was staring right at her. Their eyes locked and Iseul refused to back down.

“What so you can feed on me?” Iseul asked in a soft voice to Jaemin.

Jaemin glanced at Renjun, noticing how his eyes bore into the two. Smirking, Jaemin leaned in closer to Iseul, his teeth nipping gently at her ear making a tingly feeling rush through Iseul. “If you let me,” Jaemin replied, his hot breath tickling Iseul’s ear.

With a final look at Renjun, Iseul turned to Jaemin and nodded. Wanting to get on Renjun’s nerves more, she leaned closer to Jaemin and gently placed a kiss on his lips. Jaemin stared back at her with calm eyes before they flashed red and he stood up.

Holding Iseul’s hand, the two left the living room of the party and made their way up the stairs of the house. Iseul followed Jaemin slipping through masses of sweaty bodies. She tried her best to walk in a straight line but the drugs she smoked earlier made her feel off balanced.

“Hold onto me,” Jaemin said when he noticed her stumble. Iseul nodded and wrapped an arm around Jaemin’s and continued to follow him until they finally found an empty room.

The moment the door closed behind them, his arms were around her. They wrapped around her body from the back, hard and strong yet they held her delicately. Iseul had never experienced anything like it before and she felt herself sink into his body wanting more.

Then his lips were on her neck. First gentle, light feathery kisses that trailed down to the base of her neck. His hands gently ran up her arms and then held firmly onto her waist. With his head still buried into her neck, he spun her around slowly.

Iseul immediately dropped her head into his hair, the fresh scent of his cologne and shampoo drowned out the smell of sweaty bodies and beer. Jaemin’s hand found the roots of her hair and gently pulled her head back across his arm.

When his eyes met hers, she found that they were glowing brilliantly red, like the color of rubies. His lips were gently parted as he stared at her fluttering eyes. Standing up fully, Jaemin towered over Iseul and only when she had her back pressed against the wall did she realize how her stomach swirled with butterflies.

Her eyes fluttered shut as Jaemin leaned down and connected their lips. He kissed softly at first like he was testing the waters. He would gently press into the kiss and then pull away.

Iseul’s hands ran up to his light brown hair, tugging gently which earned a gentle moan from Jaemin. Hearing the sound leave his lips, Iseul felt her knees go weak and she dropped one of her hands to brace against the wall.

Jaemin groaned and quickly hooked his arms around Iseul. Understanding, she gave a small jump and Jaemin quickly hoisted her up and against the wall. Iseul let out a gasp from the impact but it was cut short as Jaemin demanded for her lips.

The sudden intensity made Iseul’s stomach tense and cling to him as he suddenly became the only solid thing in her dizzy world. The lack of oxygen mixed with the light-headed high she felt made Iseul weak and give in to the kiss.

His insistent lips parted her lips sending wild tremors across her entire body. The taste of his lips was slightly sweet as he gently bit at her bottom lip. His hands ran up her shirt, grabbing at the back of her bra for support.

Without warning, Jaemin pulled Iseul from the wall and took a few stumbling steps back until his legs hit the bed. Iseul felt herself fall forward onto Jaemin as he landed on the bed, but she never broke away from their kiss.

Jaemin pulled back from Iseul and she leaned back trying to catch her breath. She licked her lips, staring down at Jaemin. From where he lay under her, Jaemin’s eyes traveled down her face to where her legs straddled his hips.

“Fuck it,” Iseul heard him mutter under his breath and if possible his red eyes flashed brightly in intensity.

His hands grabbed at her waist and yanked her off of him. Iseul’s back slammed back into the wall and she let out a pained gasp as Jaemin’s strong hands dug into her hips.

Iseul couldn’t help but let out a gentle laugh at Jaemin’s desperation. “You want it that badly?” she asked, her voice low.

Jaemin’s jaw clenched and his grip loosened on her. He pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the ground somewhere beside him. “Get on the bed,” his voice was demanding but also tender.

Iseul’s eyes didn’t leave Jaemin as she slowly made her way over. Climbing onto the bed on all fours, Iseul gasped as she suddenly felt Jaemin grab her. She felt herself get thrown and Iseul landed softly on the bed with Jaemin’s face hovering over hers. Iseul stared back at him, taking in the situation before a bright smirk appeared on her face.

“Am I that addictive?” Iseul asked.

“You have no idea,” Jaemin’s voice came out barely in a whisper. He dipped his head down, his lips against her cheeks. They barely brushed her cheek but the light touch was enough to send shivers that made her whole body tremble.

“If you want to back out, tell me now,” he whispered.

When Iseul said nothing, Jaemin gently placed a kiss against her jaw.

“Or now,” his breath tickled her neck.

He traced the line of her collarbone with his lips before moving back up to her face.

“Or–“

Iseul reached up and pulled him down to her. The rest of his words died on his lips as they locked with Iseul’s. He groaned softly, low in his throat before his lips left hers and drifted to her neck.

His lips found their spot on her neck and Iseul could only let out a soft gasp as he kissed her there. Her hands flew to his hair, holding tightly as he continued to kiss and bite at her exposed neck.

When Jaemin finally pulled away, his hot breath fanned against Iseul’s neck. She let out a soft whine at the sudden lack of his presence.

“Last chance,” he said leaning back, Iseul’s hands falling from his hair.

Instead of saying anything Iseul only tilted her head to the other side revealing the side of her neck that wasn’t marked with kisses. Jaemin’s hand gently brushed against her neck to move away any stray strands of hair.

Iseul watched as his half-lidded eyes stared down at her neck, his fangs poking out from his slightly parted lips. Jaemin dipped his head toward her neck and she felt him smirk against her.

The sudden wave of pain that came from Jaemin latching onto her neck made Iseul cry out in pain. Her hands grabbed at his back, her nails digging into his skin. Jaemin hissed at the pain but went right back to drinking Iseul’s blood moments later.

Iseul grimaced as she felt her energy start to diminish. Her eyes fluttered, fighting the urge to close her eyes to sleep as Jaemin continued to feed off of her. Iseul’s tight grip on Jaemin’s started to grow weak and Jaemin pulled away.

His lips were tinted red from her blood and his red eyes glowed brightly from drinking blood. Iseul grabbed Jaemin’s hand, suddenly panicked at how she felt herself slipping into black. Jaemin held her hand as well and gently pressed a kiss to it.

“You’re okay,” he said softly, leaning down and placing a kiss on Iseul’s temple, “I’ll be here to watch over you, just rest,”

Iseul let out a gentle whimper before she relaxed into the bed and drifted off to sleep.

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