#love foolish: ldh

[twilghtkoo]

Can you do something where reader and haechan take a playful bubble bath and gossip together using prompts 93 and 88<33

love foolish

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. pure fluff, established relationship

warnings. mostly reader talking and haechan just listening and being love, boobs, not proofread cus i’m lazy

notes. aww i love this request hehe reader and hyuck taking a bath together and just chatting >.< thank u anon for this req!

prompts. #93 “she looked at you like she wanted to jump you” and #88 “you’re driving me crazy here”

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“only a little bit of soap, haechan.” you remind him once again, with a stern voice. shouting from your closet as you go through haechan’s side for a t-shirt that you can put on after your bath.

you take both your change of clothes and walk back to the bathroom. haechan sits on the closed toilet seat, only left in his briefs, carefully watching the tub fill up with hot water as the bubbles from the soap slowly rise. you spot the colors green and blue paint the water.

haechan glances up at you, spotting your shadow from his peripheral. “i put a bath bomb in.” he answers your thoughts.

you hum approvingly, a small smiling turning the corner of your lips upwards when haechan smiled self-proudly.

soon the water is at a good level and haechan has already stripped naked and stepped into the water, waiting for you. you stand in front of the tub, taking haechan’s hand that’s stretched out for you to take as he safely guides you inside. he occupies the end of the tub, his back against the cool tile wall, legs spread for you to sit in-between.

“holy shit, this feels fucking amazing.” you moan once your body from the neck down is submerged in the hot water. haechan’s hands are quick to wrap around your bare waist under water, rubbing your sides soothingly. all previous stress and tension in your body has now left your body as you welcome in the therapeutic warmth.

he chuckles from behind, leaning down to kiss your shoulder.

“that sounds familiar,” he thinks out loud, smirking.

“what do you mean?”

“pretty sure you said those exact same words when you rode me for the first time.” he recalls.

your head drops down and you scoff. “oh my god, haechan.” pursing your lips to fight the laugh that almost came out. he sure knows how to ruin a moment.

“hehe, sorry.” he softly mumbles an apology.

you lean yourself up away from haechan’s chest, going to the other side of the tub so you and him are facing each other.

you grin to yourself, sitting on your legs and gathering a handful of the white bubbles that float atop.

he watches you with admiration and love, allowing you to put the mountain of bubbles on top of his dry head.

“how do i look?”

you blink, “beautiful.”

he scoffs, dropping his head as he cutely smiles.

“what should we eat for dinner?” you ask, your focus mostly on the tower of bubbles you’re building.

he hums, “we have those left overs from lunch. but if you don’t want that i can make you something else.” he suggests, he knows how you feel about leftovers and how you think the taste isn’t the same once it leaves the restaurant. which is why you always try to finish your food, but today, you just woke up not hungry.

“speaking of lunch earlier . . .”

haechan decided to join you and help you build your bubble tower, he hums in response, letting you know he’s listening. the top of his head is slightly damp from the bubbles.

“the girl who took our order and stuff . . . you know the waitress?” you trail off, glancing up at him to watch his facial expressions.

“uh huh,”

you slightly pout from the lack of responses.

your hands stop and now you’re just watching him.

“did you notice anything?” you ask cautiously.

his hands stop mid air, the slightly growing bubble tower has now reached the height to where your heads are.

he squints his eyes, his lips turned downwards, a habit you noticed when he’s thinking.

he shakes his head, “no, notice what?”

you let out a sigh as a response.

“vent to me baby,” he lightly chuckles, assuring you to speak what's on your mind.

you groan, face palming because if haechan didn’t even notice it then why is it bothering you so much. you decide to continue adding height to the silly tower to avoid from catching haechan’s reaction.

“when we went to lunch together, i think the waitress recognized you and she was definitely flirting with you. right in front of me!” you exclaim, scoffing at the memory again.

you and haechan went out to eat earlier today for lunch, choosing somewhere where we thought was pretty secluded, and it sort of was.

“i swear i saw her try to reach to touch your arm, and she was all heart eyes staring at you. i was almost about to throw up. not to mention, she wasn’t even looking at me when i was telling her my order. rude, right?”

he nods, “definitely.” he says firmly.

“thank you!” with big eyes and your hands thrown out in front of you as you rant, cutting your creation in half on accident as it slowly floats in the air to haechan’s side.

"she looked at you like she wanted to jump you!"

he can’t help but burst out laughing at your frustration about the situation. you can say he was pretty oblivious about the waitress flirting with him, because he was focused on you mostly. recalling how there was an eyelash sitting beneath your cheekbone while the lady was collecting your order. how your fingers were fidgeting with the corner of the menu that was already slightly peeling, the skin of your hand looking so smooth and soft under the natural light seeping through the window.

haechan leans back, taking his arms out from the water to relax on the edge of the tub. soap suds resting on his skin.

you’re still pouting, thinking about the situation and how the girl had the nerve to blatantly flirt with your boyfriend in front of you. in your head, you were saying things that your non-confrontational ass would never say to someone.

you stare at haechan, "you think she knew who you were?" you ask with slightly raised eyebrows.

he shakes his head. "i don't think so, don't worry." he assures you.

you jump in your spot which makes haechan flinch in surprise, eagerly leaning forward, your mouth forming an 'o' shape. "one of my classmates stole my pen today!" you gasped.

haechan covers his mouth with his hand, dramatically gasping, matching your energy. "no," he reacts.

you nod your head, "yes! i just remembered. that fucker." you mumble the last part to yourself.

he bites his lip to hold back his smile. "is it the gel pen with the 0.5 point?"

"yes, my favorite pen."

"don't you have a whole pack in your desk?" he harmlessly asks, just out of pure curiosity.

you cock an eyebrow, "who's side are you on?"

haechan stretches his hands towards you quickly. "yours, baby. yours. that fucker should've gave back your pen. doesn't he know we are in the middle of an inflation?" he scoffs.

"and like, yeah, i use my ipad to take notes but i use my pen for handwritten notes and my planner. i should've lied and said i didn't have a pen. ugh- this is what happens when i'm nice to people." you stress before shaking your head, scooting closer to your boyfriend.

“you do have nice pens,” he says absent mindedly. “i probably would’ve kept it too.”

your face is deadpan as you stare at haechan, then you let out a deep sigh. “i love you, haechan.”

he smiles back, “i love you too.”

shaking your head. "we’re never going to that restaurant again and from now on i don’t have pens. let me wash your hair?" you're already grabbing his shampoo and squirting some into your hand before he can answer.

he doesn't push you away, reveling in this moment and enjoying the way the pad of your fingers are massaging his scalp. how your sitting on your knees in between his open legs, your breasts are aligned with his vision and it's like he turned into a kid who was given an ipad.

his impulsive thoughts win and it's too late because his large hands are already kneading your chest. "they're so squishy." he blurts out, making you roll your eyes. you won't lie and say that the ministrations of his hands felt so good you felt like the soap suds that melt down your body.

"your hands feel nice." you admitted, reaching behind him to grab the shower head and turn on the water to wash the shampoo out.

his head snaps up to look at you. "really? feels nice?"

simply nodding your head, ignoring his eyes on you. his hand movements slow down, he starts to slowly palm your breasts.

"stop this is supposed to be just us taking bath." you whine, turning off the water.

he giggles, "it is."

"not when you're doing that on purpose." you accuse him, laughing along with him because you're familiar with his tricks and you already know where this is headed.

"what am i doing?" he asks with a playful innocent voice.

"you're driving me crazy here." you huff out.

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[twilghtkoo]

hiii can i request prompts 92 and 111?? :D tysm i love ur series

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff if u squint, smut

warnings. gamer!haechan needs it's own warning, cum eating, face riding?, cunningulus, fingering, biting??? tit play kinda, a mortal kombat reference

prompts: #92 “you’re so dumb” and #111 “just let me beat this level and i swear i’ll give you the best orgasm ever”

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“hyuckie,” you call out to him. waiting for him to push one side of his headphones away from his ear. but he doesn’t hear you.

“hyuckie,” you repeat his name louder, dragging out the last vowel.

he whips his head to face you, pushing off the left ear, you giggle at his befuddled expression.

“i’m horny.” you whine out loud.

he smirks, turning back to face his screen but keeping his left ear open for you. it’s normal for you to occasionally want him while he’s sitting on his gaming chair, too occupied in whatever game he’s playing. but he never denies you, not when he sees you clenching your thighs together to barely relieve yourself. you’re not sure why you’re craving him right now, but you are.

“just let me beat this level, and i swear i’ll give you the best orgasm.” he promises you.

“uh… the fuck?” renjun speaks up, his voice only audible through haechan’s headphones.

which is why you were confused when haechan chuckled too himself, before saying ‘don’t worry about it.’ and you assumed he was online with one of his members. a look of determination on his face as he effortlessly continues with his game.

a triumphant smile stretched your lips, succeeding in grabbing your boyfriend’s attention. while he was busy fighting a character in his game, you were undressing yourself, tossing the discarded clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed.

you sprawled yourself on your bed, preparing yourself as if you were haechan's last meal on earth.

"alright renjun, i'm logging off. duty calls," he speaks into the mic, already closing out of some tabs and apps.

renjun lets out a huff. "don't care, bye."

with that, haechan chuckles before sliding off his headphones and putting them on the stand that you had bought him from the store. the amount of times he just leaves them on his keyboard bugged you.

when he turned around to face you, he did not expect for you to be full on naked. you lied on your back, the curves of your breast looked so perky and he so badly wanted to run his tongue all over you. your collarbones holding nothing as they made a dip into your skin. yet, the silver necklace with his initial on a small heart shaped pendant shimmers from the ambient lamp in the room. the way your legs looked so soft and smooth, and the way your thigh was hiding your center from his view made him feel stiff. he thinks if you heard the way he imagined you, as if he's describing a renaissance painting, you'd hide your face behind your hands and tell him he's lying. but you are truly so beautiful to him.

haechan is momentarily speechless. he eyes you up and down, open-mouthed.

the way he was staring at you had your cheeks warm up.

"can you stop staring and just come here?"

and he does just that, filling in the empty space between you two, remaining in his clothes.

"if you saw how i saw you in my eyes you'd stare too." he smirks, his eyes travel from your chest to your eyes, briefly stopping at the necklace before to your eyes. "so pretty." he whispers.

you tug at his hoodie, knowing he's wearing nothing under it. it was just something he threw on when he crawled out of your bed this morning. "take it off." you mumble.

you swallow involuntarily at the sight of haechan's toned chest.

"oh, fuck me."

haechan giggles shyly at your hushed comment, not paying his reaction any mind, you lean onto your elbows to place soft feather-like kisses along his stomach up to his chest.

he carefully leans back to give you room to sit up, haechan practically sitting on your lap, your hands brush up and down his abs before roaming towards his back, feeling the taut muscles.

he sighs above you, your kisses adventuring up to his face.

small, lingering smooches pressed gently on his jawline, then to the corner of his lips and to his mouth.

his tongue immediately darts out to dance with yours, you begin to push yourself onto him making his back hit the sheets. his palm smooths over the expanse of your ass.

with a moan you pull away as haechan pushes you onto your back, switching places, inserting himself between your thighs.

"fuck," haechan curses at the view of you below him. "i want to eat you out but i love your tits."

you giggle at his confession, his hands kneading your boobs roughly before he presses his face into the soft mounds of your breasts. his tongue swirling around on the perked buds. you run your hands through his fluffy hair, gasping when you feel his other free hand sneak in between your thighs. his finger tips barely grazing your glistening pussy.

"shit, you're wet." he sucks on your skin, continuing to play with your pussy, each touch making you whimper.

the pad of his middle finger runs over your clit and your hips buck into his hand. "mmm, gonna make you feel so good." he pokes his tongue out to run over the freshly made mark above your nipple.

you groan, "hyuck." not being able to withstand his teasing, needing more.

haechan's face leans up to your ear. "sit on my face." he pulls his hand away from your heat, plopping himself next to you and tapping your thigh.

"huh,"

"c'mere baby."

"hyuck, what if-"

his hand wraps itself around your arm as he pulls you towards him. "i'll be fine, promise. i just want you to sit that pretty pussy of yours on my face."

it's not his assuring words that pulls you to throw your leg over him, but haechan's dirty words that he easily spewed out his mouth.

with your leg threw over his body and pussy just above his face like he wanted, he doesn't let much time pass before his tongue dives in between your folds and your clutching onto your headboard. one of his hands are on your ass to spread you open for his delight and the other is exploring inside your aching pussy, coating his fingers with your juices.

"oh fuck!" you cursed, head tilt back.

"so fucking delicious," he murmured, voice low. "always so sweet."

his tongue circles your clit, waves of pleasure hit you throughout your entire body. your head hangs low, as you scream out praises, telling him how good he's making you feel.

your bottom lip is tugged between your teeth, the sloppy, wet noises of him eating you out is filthy, but watching his mouth do so makes you clench around his fingers.

haechan moaning against your pussy sends you closer to the edge.

"shit, i'm gonna cum." you whimper, your hips grinding desperately against his mouth, haechan lifts his hand and smacks your ass.

"god, you're so sexy." he groans against you.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" you screamed.

you can feel him smirk underneath you.

"finish her!" haechan mocked, trying to imitate the godlike voice from mortal kombat.

"you're so dumb." you gritted through your teeth. of course, he uses a gaming reference while eating you out.

chuckling at how desperate you are to release yourself on his tongue. when his teeth run over your throbbing nub, you come undone, your eyebrows scrunch together as tears pool around your waterline. legs are shaking as you slowly rise yourself off of him, not missing how his fingers slid between your folds up and down.

"no," you whine, you turn around to find comfort in your boyfriend who's cheeks are a warm red, nose, lips, and chin glistening from your wetness.

"i love you." haechan kisses you, letting his lips linger on yours, tasting a bit of yourself.

"i love you- oh my god, it's all over your face." you point out, your hand coming up to hide your face. but he just grins, his tongue messily pokes out to get the rest of your juices, freezing as his eyes widened.

"wait, what time is it?" he asks eagerly.

you turn your body to grab your phone off the nightstand, tapping the screen to wake it up.

"almost five, why?"

"baby! we have dinner with doyoung and johnny in like thirty minutes." haechan lightly slaps your ass before he's running to the bathroom.

you just sit on your bed, your chest still heaving up and down from your orgasm, trying to recall if you had any planned events today.

oh crap, you did.

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[twilghtkoo]

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.”

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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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[twilghtkoo]

#84 and #110 please for the love foolish series! maybe y/n and haechan had an argument before haechan went out to drink with the dreamies

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. comfort fluff

warnings. haechan is drunk

prompts. #84 "it's always gonna be you baby" and #110 "you're pretty." "you're drunk."

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"aye man, you've been staring at your drink since we sat down. what's up?" mark asks, pretty sure he's asking for all the dreamies. haechan's usual cheerful attitude was replaced with a depressed looking haechan. and his quietness during the conversation was unusual.

jaemin nods, "yeah. what's wrong?" he asks, concerned for his friend.

haechan has been staring at his drink since he sat down. his middle finger and thumb gripping the side of the glass as he swirls the drink inside in a circular motion. his mind replaying the argument he had with you before he left your apartment.

he wonders if you are crying right now. are you sad? are you mad at him?

he sighs, "we had a fight."

"who's we?" jisung quesetions, earning a smack on his arm from renjun. "him and yn, idiot." haechan hears renjun scold the youngest.

"what happened?" mark asks.

haechan pursed his lips, lowering his head in self-shame.

"i was being a dick. she has this project she has to work with her classmate and it's a guy and she was on her phone all day texting this guy and i didn't know he was a classmate, let alone someone she has to work with. and i was asking why she was giving this guy more attention than me and..yeah.." haechan tells his members, trailing off towards the end.

jaemin shakes his head, "and you came to drink with us when you have an upset girlfriend at home because?"

haechan sucks his teeth, leaning his back against the wall, slouching. "i don't know if she wants to see me right now." without a thought he reaches over, picking up his drink and downs it with ease.

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"haechan i need you to work with me here before i just drop you here and let you freeze outside." chenle huffs, finally arriving at your front door. chenle losing rock, paper, scissors and having to drag his best friend up a flight of stairs to your door was not how he expected his night to go. maybe he should've stayed home with daegal.

"hey, how you know my girlfriend's address?" haechan cocks an eyebrow, turning his head (that felt a little bit heavy but that's just the alcohol) to look at him.

chenle knocks on your door again after a bit. "because you gave me the address, idiot." he snaps under his breath.

"not me, you." haechan points at him with his finger and his lips.

finally, chenle hears the sound of you unlocking your door, the sound of angels he thinks. you open the door, hair disheveled as if you had just crawled out of your bed (in which, you did) and your pajamas slightly wrinkled from the previous nights of slumber.

you're standing in front of your drunk boyfriend and his sober friend, rubbing your eye with the palm of your hand.

you don't really say anything, only sheepishly smile at chenle, before helping him carry haechan into your apartment and plopping him on the couch.

"oof."

"sorry, i'm sure he was a pain getting up here." you apologize to chenle.

shaking his head, "well he for sure wasn't getting up here himself like that. sorry for keeping him late and goodnight yn." chenle bids you goodbye before showing himself to the door and quietly leaving.

leaving you and your drunk, mean boyfriend alone.

you let out a deep breath. "haechan let's get you ready for bed." you poke his limp arm that hangs off the couch. his eyes are closed but you’re pretty sure he’s awake.

he groggily shakes his head. “no i want to go to my girlfriend’s.” he whines.

despite how he had made you feel earlier in the day, he was being too cute, you let a small smile lift your lips.

you crouch down to pick up his arm, using all your strength in pulling him to sit up. “haechan you’re here. you’re with me, come on.” you groan.

he pauses sitting up, his drowsy eyes stare up into yours, mouth agape. “yn?” hoping that he isn’t dreaming and that your warmth from your hold on his arm doesn’t go away. 

you nod, “yes it’s me. come on let’s go to bed. i’m tired.”

the ends of his eyes shrink when he smiles. “you’re pretty.”

“you’re drunk.”

he finally lets you pull him off the couch, dragging him to the end of the hall where your bedroom is. “i don’t wanna shower. i wanna lay in bed with you.” he complains.

you huff, “haechan your clothes are dirty. at least wash your body. yeah?”

“no, what if i go in the shower and i come back out and your gone?” he mutters, he pulls away from your hand and slumps himself onto the foot of your bed. 

you stare at him blankly as he tries to unbutton his jeans and shrug them off, you can hear him mumble to himself but it just sounds slurred. 

you shut your eyes and sigh. 

“okay, no shower. lets get your jacket off.”

“and my shirt, it’s hot.” he murmurs.

it’s actually pretty cold in your apartment but you don’t object him. helping him slide out of his clothes without struggling, leaving him in only his briefs.

he scoots himself up to his usual side of the bed when he stays over while you take his clothes and toss them into the hamper. you’ll do a load tomorrow, you tell yourself. 

you crawl back into bed, digging yourself under your comforter as you lie on your side facing your boyfriend. even though he was on the verge of passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow, when he heard you get into bed next to him he instantly scooted closer to you. pulling you in his arms as he tucks his head into the space where your neck and collarbone meet. he debates if he should kiss the skin that is centimeters from his lips, wondering if you’ll get mad at him or annoyed. but he does it anyway, willing to face the consequences. 

yet he drifts off to sleep with a smile on his lips when he feels you kiss the top of his head. 

“it’s always gonna be you baby. get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow.” 

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love foolish | series masterlist

– a drabble series of the long term couple from the boyfriend!haechan tiktok series read here

pairings. haechan x (f) reader/oc

genre. idol!au, established relationship, fluff, smut, angst

warnings. warnings will be mentioned in each chapter, some will contain mature content so mdni pls!

note. pls follow the simple rules that are on the prompt list link below, im very excited for this series. i’ve wanted to write a behind the scenes of haechan and yn when yn isn’t pranking haechan with the silly little tiktok stuff and the reality of their relationship with this series.

requests closed!

prompt list

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(︎♡) fluff (☆) smut (꩜) angst

haven’t decided if these parts are gonna be chronologically in order, but for now these are just random events in haechan and yn’s universe!

parts:

- a new found kink ☆

the one where yn discovers she has a spit kink.

- let me take care of you ♡

the one where haechan comes home tired and just loves your boobs.

- you and only you ♡

the one where haechan is deeply in love with you while you cry watching fruits basket.

- the wannabe rapper ♡ ꩜

the one where an “underground” rapper flirts with you in front of haechan.

- clueless ꩜ ☆ ♡

the one where you feel inadequate and haechan has no idea

- in that headspace ♡ ꩜

the one where yn fail’s an exam and you want your boyfriend’s comforting words.

- backstage ♡☆

the one where haechan only needs five minutes to have you.

- lost in thought ♡

the one where yn and haechan had an argument and he comes back to you drunk.

- just one more ♡

the one where it’s three in the morning and a drunk yn is on the loose.

- you go down, i go down ♡

the one where yn makes haechan watch the last of us.

- ask me ♡

the one where haechan asks yn to be his girlfriend and his valentine.

- duty calls ☆

the one where you are horny for your gamer boyfriend and it cannot wait.

- bath tub conversations ♡

the one where yn has to vent and haechan is just listening.

- aren’t you afraid? ꩜ ♡

the one where haechan is scared to bring you into his world and it hurts you.

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[twilghtkoo]

so, can i please request prompt 11 and 104^^

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. a lil bit of smut

warnings. a new found spit kink, face grabbing? a little bit of food play in the form of eating chocolate off readers fingers, implications of shower sex

prompts: 11. “is that a kink you have?” and 104. “wanna join?”

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"ew now my hands are sticky." you whine, face scrunching in discomfort. you don't know how the chocolate got onto your hands when you were mixing the ingredients for the brownies you and your boyfriend were craving, with a spoon. haechan is sitting on the counter top next to you, mindlessly watching you with his back against the kitchen cabinets. you bring your hand to your mouth to lick off the chocolate but he stops you by grabbing your wrist and bringing your fingers to his mouth.

"wait what-"

his warm tongue coating your digit, his tongue roaming around greedily cleaning off the chocolate that stained your fingers. he hums approvingly at the sweetness, you swear you could feel the vibration go straight down to your core. you subconsciously clench your thighs together. giving your hand back, he leans back against the cabinet as if he didn't do what he just did. as if he doesn't realize the affect that his tongue around your fingers had on you. that your underwear is getting soaked by the second. and you're now wondering what other things his mouth could do right now.

forget the brownies.

you stare blankly at him, hand frozen in mid air.

he chuckles, "what?"

"can you spit on me?" you ask.

he raises his eyebrows, letting out an airy laugh. "spit on you? is that a kink you have?" he attempts to tease you, but the thought of spitting in your mouth, on your chest, or your pussy, arouses him. it arouses him so much that he feels his briefs tighten around him.

you blink, "i don't know, try it please. spit in my mouth." you say almost in a pleading voice. he grabs your arm and brings you in between his legs, wrapping his legs around your waist to lock you in.

he cups your cheeks with one hand, his eyes boring into yours, his brown eyes that hold the stars in them are now hardened and staring deeply into your hypnotic ones.

you're too lost in his eyes, that you don't see the way his jaw clenches when he tries to collect a ball of spit in his mouth.

"open." he instructs you, his grip on your jaw tightened for a second but loosened.

and you of course obey.

haechan spits in your open mouth, and with dark eyes he watches when his spit drops onto your tongue and you swallow it with a moan. you don’t miss the way a pool of wetness clings to your pussy, the piece of cloth becoming uncomfortable. oh you loved this. 

you open your mouth, tongue coming out to show him, and he with hooded eyes he smiles at you. and his hold on your jaw tightens again and stays there as he brings your face to his to suffocate you with a kiss.

you are filthy, he thinks.

he loves how you turn into pudding in his hands when he makes contact with you. a sane piece of you wakes up, breaking away from the kiss.

"the brownies," you remember, as you stare back up at haechan. his eyes no longer holding the desire to take you in this kitchen right here, right now.

he shakes his head, "i don't want brownies anymore." he says.

he forgot about the brownies the minute he had your fingers in his mouth, since then, he wanted you.

your eyes trail away from his, now focusing on the bowl of the forgotten brownie mix.

"yeah? what do you want now?" you curiously ask, your tone a bit higher.

before he can answer, you sigh. "guess i'll put this in the fridge til we want to make it." you put the now sealed bowl of the brownie mix into the empty space in your fridge. because you like to clean while you cook or bake, there was nothing left on the counters and no mess to clean up.

haechan squints his eyes at you while you move around in the kitchen before you stand at the entryway, your eyelashes batting at him. he almost scoffs.

"i'm going to take a shower, wanna join?"

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[twilghtkoo]

can you please do 9 on the prompt list with jealous haechan 🥺

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff, angst if u squint

warnings. mentions of alcohol and cigarettes

prompts: #9 “hug me back please”

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if this wasn’t a reason to add to his very short, but justifiable list of reasons ‘why i like to stay home’, then he doesn’t know what anything anymore. his beer is getting warm and all the condensation from his glass has formed a puddle of water on the table. if you were right here next to him, you’d tell him to clean it up and use a napkin. but some wanna be “underground” rapper has your attention. he air quotes ‘underground’ because that’s what the guy self-proclaimed himself as. and you smiled when he said it! 

you’ve noticed haechan scoffing behind you as you kindly make a pity conversation to the guy who won’t leave you alone. he smells like cigarettes and you swear if he stands in front of you any longer you might bash your head against the bar counter. yes, you’ve noticed haechan acting bratty. but he knows you’re too kind of a human-being to tell the stranger to fuck off. and with his position and the setting he’s in, he can’t tell the guy, so he’s sulking while sipping on his room temperature beer. 

the guy finally leaves after he hands you a folded piece of paper that he had taken out from his jacket pocket, a flyer with information about a performance you heard him say. your lips firmly closed in a tight lipped smile, watching him leave and disappear into the crowd so he can’t see you toss the paper on the counter for someone else to take care of it. 

“finally,” haechan groans, leaning off the counter to take a step towards you and engulf you in a hug. your arms stay at your side. 

“why are you being a brat?” 

“who?” 

lightly pushing him off, “you!” you exclaim, pointing your finger at him. and it almost stings him inside when you push him away.

rolling his eyes, “i’m not being a brat.” he grumbles. 

now you’re the one rolling your eyes. “yeah, okay.” you let it go. sitting yourself on the bar stool and taking away haechan’s glass to take a sip, but you grimace at the taste of the warm beer, face scrunching up in disgust. you quickly ordering yourself a drink. 

you feel haechan stand closer behind you, his hand finding a place on your waist, his front pressed against your back.

the bartender placed your drink in front of you and you politely thank them. bringing the straw to your lips as the fruity drink satisfies your taste buds. as if you weren’t lowkey annoyed with your boyfriend, you still raise the cup to his lips as he takes a sip from the straw. your boyfriend’s outrageously expensive cologne is a pleasant and warm scent to your nose. the one he always wears when you both go out because he knows you love the fragrance on him.

haechan hums in approval at the drink. his hand that was on your waist travels down to your exposed thigh from your short mini black skirt that accentuates your waist and makes your ass look good. traveling back up and past your waist as his hands stay put on your bare rib cage from the cutout of your matching black top. you looked beautifully sexy tonight. no wonder that sorry looking wannabe rapper had came up to you earlier. but you’re his woman. you’re his girl.

and he wants to go home with you and fucking take this sultry outfit off of you with his teeth.

his sinful hands are now harmlessly wrapping them around your waist in a back hug. burying his face in the curve of your neck, peppering small kisses on your skin, breathing in your scent.

“hug me back please.” he softly whimpers.

he feels your shoulders rise and fall when you sigh, reaching behind you to grab onto his shirt to pull him in front of you between your legs.

you never want to invalidate haechan’s feelings. understanding where he’s coming from and why he’s acting the way he is.

you silently wrap your arms around him, wanting to drown in his scent as you cling onto the fabric of his shirt. your face pressed up against his chest.

“i was internally begging for that guy to leave you know.” you tell him, as each second grows in your arms he softly melts into your touch.

his body shakes in your arms from him laughing, and you swear in this moment, where you are right now in his arms, felt like your oasis.

“i know, i was being a brat.” he admits, kissing your temple.

you tilt your head back to look up at him. “it’s okay, don’t stress yourself out with this kind of stuff baby boy. you’re taking me home.” you flirt, wiggling your brows and grinning widely before he smashes his lips against yours.

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[twilghtkoo]

hi!! i wanna request prompts #75 - #88 with fluff!!

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff

warnings. not proofread as usual, haechan loves yn’s boobs

prompts: #75 “you can shower with me if you wash my hair” and #88 “you’re driving me crazy here”

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you had just stepped in the shower, the warm water cascading down your calves as you reach to close the shower curtains. allowing your shoulders down to get wet under the shower head.

it was a long day for you. you had cleaned your entire apartment, something that needed to be done. then after, you had cooked yourself dinner for yourself and haechan whenever he comes home. and then you had gotten a text from one of your classmates asking if you’ve done the lab that was due a minute before midnight.

panic sets in, because you haven’t done the lab. you’re careless self forgot about it, being occupied with other things and thoughts. so without getting to eat your freshly cooked dinner, you ran to your room to sit yourself on your desk and half ass a lab that was due in five hours. you had managed to finish an hour before twelve, not giving a care in the world about the half ass lab report you had written off topic in the middle of it. it was done. it was turned in. and it’s none of your worries now, well, until it’s graded that is.

“baby?” your sweet, loving, boyfriend’s voice entered the bathroom, seeing his almost invisible silhouette from inside the shower curtain.

you hum in response, standing under the hot water, your hair clinging to your shoulders and back.

“can i join you?”

you peel the curtain back, poking your head out to greet haechan with puckered lips. he was dressed in a simple, white adidas shirt and a pair of black shorts that stopped about four inches above his knees, showcasing his muscular legs that you always appreciate when he has them out. his tired, worn out expression immediately softening when he sees your face. he steps forward to kiss your lips.

you grin, your body back under the shower head. “you can shower with me if you wash my hair.”

you hear him softly laugh, as the sound of clothes rustling around from him undressing excites you. you’re about to poke out your head again to take a peek at your boyfriend but he surprises you first by pushing the curtain away to enter.

“you know i’ll do anything for you.” his hands reaching towards your soft, bare hips. moving you carefully to switch places with him so he’s under the water. you feel his lips touch your neck then your shoulder, before you hear him grab your shampoo bottle. the one that smells like pomegranates and cherry blossoms, a smell he’s grown used to and that has made it’s own home in his heart.

“how was your day, baby boy?” you ask him as he gently massages your scalp, making sure he lathers your whole head.

he tiredly huffs, “it was long. a bunch of meetings and a very long practice. i haven’t eaten all day which led me to find out that i don’t like dancing or singing on an empty stomach.” you frown at his response, concern washing over you at your hard-working boyfriend. it made you worry that haechan wasn’t able to eat anything all day and that he didn’t even have the time to. you’re glad he’s with you, at home, safely. you’re now grateful you had cooked dinner.

“i’m sorry baby, i cooked dinner and i haven’t gotten the chance to eat either so we can eat together after this.” you try to comfort him, and you know it made him feel better because his left hand travels down your sides to wrap itself around your stomach, he leans down to kiss your cheek before rinsing out your hair.

“i’m so glad i’m home right now with you. i missed you.”

as your head is tilted back and your eyes are shut so the soap suds don’t get into your eyes, you blindly reach behind you with your hand to just hold his upper thigh. hoping that your touch will send your love to him.

he’s soon done washing your hair and it’s now his turn. when you turn around he’s already staring at you, towering over you. you take this time to appreciate his beauty. the hair that you love to curl your fingers into, is now drenched and slick, sticking to the sides of his face and forehead. his eyes, a pair that you swear holds the universe, are tender right now, a gentle look that makes you feel comfortable and relaxed around them. and your favorite moles that you kiss daily in a certain order like they’re constellations.

“my turn to take care of you, baby boy.” you break the comforting silence, leaning close to kiss his bare chest before gesturing him to bend down a little so you can reach his hair without your tippy toes.

you both fall into a comfortable silence, him occasionally telling you he loves you and really missed you today. and each time he tells you, you kiss his forehead. each time lingering a little longer.

once your done washing and rinsing his hair, you take the wash cloth you had brought in with you for yourself to scrub him.

“let me do you first.”

you pull your hand back, shaking your head. “no, let me take care of you.” you lightly argue.

he gives up, sighing, shoulders deflating a bit. “can i say something then?”

you look up at him.

“i really love your boobs. my girls.” he cups them in the palm of his hands.

you scoff, shoving his hands away playfully. “way to ruin the moment.”

“baby, they’re just there. i can’t help it. you’re driving me crazy here.” he exclaims, before his hands find their way back to fondle with your chest, this time you don’t push his hands away.

“i think you’re the one driving me crazy.”

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[twilghtkoo]

can you do an angsty fight with prompt #124 and #78 that could also end with smut, or whatever you feel like writing!

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. angst, fluff ending tho, smut

warnings. winter from aespa makes an appearance but she’s a b!tch (it’s fiction!!!!), yn is crying :(, haechan is an idiot in this one, protected!! makeup sex, doggy style, face sitting, squirting, multiple orgasms, cunningulus, hair pulling

prompts: #124 “please don’t yell at me” and #78 “why are you crying?”

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you knew what you signed up for when you wanted a relationship with him, you understood the circumstances that would come with dating an idol. he does everything he can to make time for you. and you knew there would be times when you’re going to be second in his choices. and the understanding of that while doing your own thing in life is what builds this strong assurance holding you both together. so when he takes you out as a couple, why is it this time you feel so disappointed?

“well, i don’t know what you want me to do about it.” he exclaimed in frustration, his voice getting louder each time he opens his mouth.

and it scares you because of your childhood trauma, almost making you wanting to cover your ears and hide and cry under your blankets like you were seven again. he’s never raised his voice at you. you’ve had fights, obviously couples have them, but this one was bigger.

“i wanted you to stand up for me, donghyuck.” you exasperated with your hands. and if you paid close attention to his face you could’ve noticed how his eyes almost faltered when you said his name. you only say his name when you’re angry with him.

he tilts his head back, rubbing over his face with his hands. “baby, i can’t just cause a scene. i don’t know if you notice but i live around cameras.” he states in a matter-of-fact way.

you scoff, “you can’t or you don’t want to?” you push back.

he squints his eyes at you. “what?”

you feel embarrassed and humiliated like this. and you feel this way because in your head it makes sense and you’re getting frustrated by the minute to the point where your eyes are starting to water, because why doesn’t haechan get the problem here? 

earlier tonight, haechan had brought you as a date to a party at the company building for this girl group’s album release. his members were gonna be there and a ton of other idols under the same company will too. and you were enjoying yourself, staying by haechan’s side as you get dragged to make conversations to his friends and coworkers. though you felt out of place, things were going smooth for you. until a girl came up to haechan like they’ve been childhood friends even going as far as putting her hand on his shoulder. you stand a bit behind him, not sure if she can even see you. 

your eyes zoning out and blankly staring at haechan’s back before the girl finally notices you. “who’s that?”

haechan whips his head around, immediately smiling at you as he pulls you beside him. 

“this is my girlfriend, yn. yn this is winter, or minjeong.” he chuckles at the end, finding it funny introducing her by her stage name and not her real name. you know who she is though. already familiar with the kpop industry and the popular songs, finding the music to be enjoyable. she was gorgeous. as if she didn’t outperform on stage she outperforms you by looks. she was about an inch taller than you and her makeup was like she was snatched out a beauty magazine. her outfit was probably costed more than your rent. and you’re sure of it by the way she almost mockingly stares at you, amused almost.

“ah, so this the girl. didn’t know these were your type.” she speaks up, sheepishly looking up at your boyfriend. not once making eye contact with you other than her looking you up and down. 

your smile drops a bit at her words, subconsciously reaching for haechan’s hand to hold onto. needing some sort of anchor for the reassurance you crave. 

haechan laughs so quietly that it seems like no breath is released. “what does-” 

in the distance behind her, her name is being called. probably for photos but she quickly says goodbye by giving your boyfriend a hug with her arms wrapped around his torso that his hand absently leaves yours, she pulls away politely bowing at you before running off. 

for the rest of the night, you were quiet. haechan reaches for your hand again but you don’t close yours on his. he doesn’t notice how you try to make yourself small, attempting to hide your form in the dress you had bought online (that was on sale) following him around, as he leads you back to the table where some of his members are sat. 

“what?” squinting his eyes at you.

your mouth opens to answer him but you close it. 

you find the confidence to speak a few seconds later while haechan stares at you waiting. 

and it’s when you start speaking that the tears that threaten to fall, do fall. “you didn’t stand up for me when that girl came up to you.” 

he tilts his head in confusion, trying to replay earlier tonight. “karina?”

you nod silently.

“what’re talking about? i introduced you as my girlfriend!” there his voice goes.

you shut your eyes before opening them again, “please don’t yell at me.” you timidly plead him. 

“yn i’m not- baby, i’m not yelling at you.” he sighs, he’s trying real hard to not raise his voice at you and make this bigger than it has to be. 

a pause falls between you two before you begin from where you left off. 

you shook your head. “and i’m not talking about you introducing me as your girlfriend.” the tears falling harder.

and haechan’s frustrating emotions pause when he realizes you’re breaking down in front of him. 

“why are you crying?”

“because i feel embarrassed for having to explain something that sounds stupid to you! and it isn’t stupid to me...” you verbalize, a heavy weight being lifted off your chest. 

haechan stands in front of you, as he takes the time to stare over at you. your arms are wrapped around yourself in some sort of self-protection. 

and it goes over his head what could have fabricated these emotions out of you. he honestly can’t remember a single thing about a girl tonight other than you, and he didn’t even have much to drink. 

“baby,” he calls out to you softly. carefully taking steps to get closer to you.

you silently cry in your spot as you watch your boyfriend inch towards you. 

when you don’t move away from him he takes it as a green light to comfort you, his hand cradles the back of your head as he cradles it to his chest. your fingers immediately curling into the fabric of his jacket as you shake with sobs. 

“i’m so-sorry,” you choke out. tears freely falling and making wet stains appear on his jacket. 

haechan softly rocks you side to side, murmuring the words ‘im sorry’ over and over into your hair. 

“please tell me what’s wrong.” you pull away from his chest, sniffing and wiping the tears that stain under your nose with the back of your hand. you crouch down to sit on the floor, in the middle of your living room, tugging at his hand for him to sit down with you. 

he sits criss cross across from you, your knees touching. he wants to reach over and grab your hand that’s nervously fidgeting with the hem of your flowy dress.

you mentally prepare yourself to open up and express how tonight made you feel, how your boyfriend made you feel tonight. 

“you didn’t stand up for me when karina said what she said.” you admit, too scared to look at your boyfriend’s face. 

his mouth slightly opens as he tries to recall what had happened when winter stopped you two. and then it dawned on him. when winter had mentioned she didn’t know you were his type. and he was going to ask her what that had meant but karina was being called by her group and she just left. 

“baby i was going-”

you hold your hand up, “wait.” you stop him. “and she was all over you, touching your shoulder and hugging you like i wasn’t there. like i was non existent. and i didn’t like how that made me feel. if it’s a me problem, i’m pretty sure i’m not insecure because i feel secure with you, you make me feel secure with you. but when she was all up on you it made me feel small and inadequate. i don’t know i just never felt this way. i feel so disappointed in myself and i thought i was disappointed in you but it’s me. and i’m sorry for making this bigger than it is but it frustrated me that you couldn’t see the issue.” you tell him honestly with slumped shoulders. your sudden interest on the hem of your dress increasing, his hands slowly in your vision to grab it. placing his other hand over yours and bringing them to his lips.

your head snaps up to look at him.

“baby i’m sorry i made you feel like it was embarrassing to voice out your feelings. i never– i never want you to feel like that.” he deeply sighs, a shamefaced expression on his face.

“i’m sorry for the way i was talking to you earlier too. i never intended to raise my voice at you but i did. god, and i made you cry.” he winced at his previous actions, clenching his jaw.

you took your hand out of his to lock your fingers together, softly soothing the back of his hand with the pad of your thumb.

“it’s okay.” you whispered.

“and winter, oh the next time i see her i’ll for sure tell her–“ your eyes widen in shock, and you slap your hand over his mouth.

you shook your head scared. “you’re not gonna tell her anything. don’t cause trouble please.” he laughs under your head before you feel his lips touch the inside of your palm. his other hand goes up to hold your hand against his mouth in place. kissing it over and over.

pouting, “fine. but i still wanna talk to her– as coworkers.” he responds, his tone almost sounding as if he was asking a question.

you chuckle, before his eyes turn serious.

“i’ll be more observant next time baby, i swear. you’re my only girl. only you.”

with your hand that he was holding, he tugs on it past his back, pulling you to sit on his lap.

you nod, your tears ran out and you’re relieved that you got that off your chest and silently pray you’ll never experience something like that again. “i know.” you mumble breathlessly, as you cup his face into your hands.

maybe time stopped when your lips met his, only focusing on how soft haechan’s lips were, how addictively he invaded all your senses. there being raw emotion in the way your fingers tangled up in his hair quickly. as if he couldn’t get enough of you, haechan kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at you every time he came back for air. the look of pure list as you reached again halfway for his lips, desperate to have them on yours again.

“i want you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“you have me.”

it didn’t take much strength to get to your bedroom, both your strong desire for each other pushing you both.

haechan wasted no time closing your door behind him and tossing you onto your bed, you beautifully sprawled out for him and his eyes only. 

he presses his knee onto the bed to crawl over you, his hands on each side of your head and his knees on either side of you. 

he wants this to be gentle. planning this with care the minute your lips touched his earlier in the living room. he knew you still felt shattered, the events of tonight and his clueless actions that had left you feeling broken. and he wants to be careful gluing your broken pieces back together. 

when he was above you, his forehead pressed against yours and your lips centimeters apart from touching, his warm breath tickled your lower lip. just having him above you like this made you wet and clench around nothing.

your hand comes up to cup the right side of his face, your fingers playing with the hair by his ears. “you don’t have to be gentle.”

his heavy-lidded eyes, glared down at you. “baby-” 

you shook your head, “please, i really want your fucking dick in my mouth.” you laugh quietly.

haechan’s eyes penetrating you before lowly chuckling at you, flopping down beside you. 

“so hungry for my dick aren’t you?” 

you sit up, biting your lip as you make yourself comfy, your sensitive center sitting on top of his growing bulge. you press yourself harder on him, making him hiss and roll his head back, his jaw and neck making you hungrier for him like a vampire. 

his hands gripping your hips to stop you. 

“don’t play dirty princess.” he warns you.

smirking, your hands slipping inside his shirt to hold his waist and you lean down and kiss him deep. whimpering into haechan’s mouth, his hand came up to cup your face, holding you close as you moaned.

haechan’s lips were soft, tongue sliding into your lips with ease as you latched around it, sucking on it roughly haechan gasps, but you held on, as you bob your head back and forth. 

you release his tongue and snaked yours into his. pushing it in and sliding it back out, steadily and deliberately. haechan’s eyelashes fluttered, as he tugs your body in closer to his, needy moans in his chest. you drew back from his mouth, haechan panting in front of you, you cheekily smile down at him and his swollen lips as your mouth and chin are glistening from spit.

“fuck, you can suck my dick later but i need your pussy in my mouth right now.” he lifts you off his hips, switching positions with you. 

before you could even protest, haechan’s tongue touched your soaking wet slit, lapping greedily as he watched the way your face contorted in pleasure. making him moan into your pussy, coating his tongue with your sweet juices.

“fuck, fuck, oh my god,” you moan, your jaw tightening, your fingers trailing down to your chest as you tug at your nipples.

“tastes so fucking good, so fucking good.” he panted hotly into your core. 

your back arched as haechan increased the suction, your head tipped back against your pillow, biting down hard on your bottom lip that you swear you start to taste blood. 

your orgasm hits you like a truck, hands flying to haechan’s hair, screaming your boyfriend’s name, thighs threatening to clamp shut if it wasn’t for his strong grip on your thighs spreading them open. 

he groans, drinking it all up, literally sucking the life out of you. 

when you start tugging at his hair harder, whimpering under him, he draws back, lips shiny and glossy with your cum. a triumphant smile plastered on his face as his tongue swiped over his lips. the action arousing and obscene all at once. 

haechan lifted your limp body and twisted you around so you were lying on your stomach, he hoists your lower half so your ass is pressed against his half-clothed body. you whine at that. 

“hurry up.” you wiggle your hips in front of him. haechan ignores you, quickly stripping off his briefs. if you weren’t facing the wall, you would be able to see haechan’s cock  straining against his boxer briefs and the precum that stains it. but no, haechan is having his way with you. his way. 

you were growing impatient as you hear haechan rip open a condem, and rolling it down his length. wishing it was your hands feeling his warmth against your fingers and not his own. 

haechan placed his hands on the bed, on either side of your arms, your hands reaching to grip your blanket in anticipation. 

“you’re so cute like this, just for me, pussy on display just for me.” his hands wrap around his cock, teasingly sliding it over your glistening entrance. 

“please,” you breathed. “push it in.”

without wasting another second, haechan forces his cock deep into you. he curses at the sudden rush of pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head. and fuck, were you trying so hard not to clench around him, because holy shit haechan’s cock filled you up so good it was unforgivable.

haechan moaned, lowering his head, his brown locks falling like a curtain. his eyes staring down at how your milking him and swallowing him in, nails digging into your hips.

“fuck, hyuck...” your chest tightened, feeling yourself getting wetter around him. 

haechan raised his hips and pushed back into you, clenching his jaw. continuously slapping his hips into yours, the lewd sound of clapping skin makes you clench around him.

“shit, fuck baby. you’re so wet and so fucking tight.” he bit his lip and began to go slowly but rough. your pussy squeezing his entire dick when it was inside of you. 

your inappropriate sounds and his were so loud none of you cared about the sound of your bed from ikea that was squeaking. you gently spur on haechan, telling him to go faster, making your body shudder with pleasure, your mouth open and tongue out as you gasped for air. 

“fuck, i’m gonna cum. you’re so fucking sexy.” 

you whined pathetically into your sheets, liquid gushing down haechan’s dick and lower body as you came, core tightening while he fucks you harder, grunting. 

he bends down so his back pressed against yours, sloppily placing a kiss to your shoulder as his hand moves to your chest, pinching your nipples, lengthening your orgasm. you squeeze your eyes shut, pleasure overwhelming your senses and consuming you.

“you’re doing so good, fuck you feel so good.” you whimper, feeling another ograsm washing over you, you might pass out. 

the feeling of your tits bouncing in his hand and your praises leaving your lips, made his eyes darken fixated on the feeling of being inside you. 

your pussy was throbbing, making you squirm and wanting to collapse but haechan held you while he rammed into you.

“wanna come on my tongue again baby?” you gasp, frantically nodding.

“so needy for my tongue.” he hums.

he lies down on his back, while you’re slightly standing up with your feet on both sides of his head before you lower yourself onto your knees.

he licked a fast stripe down your slit, making you hiss at the sensation of his warm tongue. your hands pressed against the wall, as you lower your head to watch as his used his hands to spread your lips and push his tongue inside your pussy. he rubs his nose against your sensitive bud, his tongue sliding up and sucking on it, which drives you insane. haechan making you come for like the third time tonight, your eyes closed and hips rocking against his mouth. 

“oh my god, fuck i’m cumming!”

your body trembles as you squirt on in his mouth. the nasty sounds of him loudly slurping and licking hungrily, making you cry out his name. 

your literally squirming above him, mind hazy and heartbreat racing as you open your eyes and climbing off of haechan. 

you practically plop down on the spot next to him, still recovering from your orgasm, as you move closer to lie on top of haechan. your eyelids fluttered closed, making haechan chuckle softly. 

and after you both lied on your messy bed, haechan carefully takes you to the bathroom to clean both yourselves up. you wanted to stay in bed and just close your eyes and let sleep take over you but haechan wanted you to be clean before you both sleep. knowing you’ll regret it the next day and be all grumpy. promising to make you breakfast in the morning. 

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[twilghtkoo]

hii can i please request prompt 44 and 102 where haechan just adores yn

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff

warnings. fruits basket references

prompts: #44 “how do you always make me love you even more, how are you real?” and #102 “you’re so fucking cute”

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haechan is so obsessed with you, he has a feeling you know already but at the same time he feels like you don’t. he’s enamored by you. he pays attention to every little detail he can soak in from you, mentally storing it inside the file in his brain that’s filled of you and you only. 

you smile when you watch tiktoks of dogs. when you’re eating spam and rice. holding hands. hearing his voice. his kisses. rainy weather. tulips. the tiny trinkets that are displayed everywhere in your room. iced coffee at any time of the day. your favorite anime that he randomly started watching with you, fruits basket. 

and as you both are seated at your kitchen table, the empty, long forgotten bowl of what used to be filled with popcorn is sitting behind your laptop that is currently playing the final season of fruits basket. your feet are on the chair with you, your head resting on your knee as you explain why yuki breaking the chalk for machi has changed the trajectory of your life and how this scene has impacted the rest of the cinematic univerese.

he doesn’t remember why he started watching the show. sports and action or thriller animes are more up his taste and not the shoujo romance drama. he only remembers him coming out the shower one day and snuggled in bed with you and just watched with what you were playing on your laptop. he admits the plot was very interesting and the animation and art were amazing. but right now, he decided that he watches this anime because he loves when you pause the show to explain the aspect of a certain scene, or how you felt about a certain character. he loves when you cry over a scene, where to the naked eye it seems like a normal thing, but watching you become empathetic with the character’s past traumas makes him smile indulgently.

“how do you always make me love you even more, how are you real?” he blurts out, his eyes burning into your side profile. 

your eyes watery from the scene that unfolded on the screen in front of you, pausing it before you turn your head to look at your boyfriend who’s already staring at you affectionately. 

you sniff, “huh?” 

he chuckles lightly, beating the tear drop that almost fell down to your dimple, softly wiping it away with his thumb. 

he shakes his head, “nothing. you’re so fucking cute.” 

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[twilghtkoo]

hiiiii!!!! how are you? sooooo i don't know if u are taking requests but could u write abt s/o being a sooooo excited for the last of us series and haechan not being aware of it with the prompt 35????

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff

warnings. mentions of guns and zombies

prompts. #35 “i thought you dont’t like horror games?”

note. i love this request!!!! i also freaking love the last of us, game and tv series :D i’m doing ok anon ty for asking,, i hope u enjoy this and take care <33

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haechan is sprawled out on the couch after taking a shower, occupying all the space. he’s mindlessly on his phone, tapping away in the group chat with his older members. you’re finishing up your night time skin care routine, applying your cherry flavored chapstick to your dry lips.

curse the cold weather.

you turn the light off and exit the bathroom as you make your way down the hall to the living room. haechan senses you in the corner of his eyes, turning his head to look at you.

“so sexy.” he dreamily says, eyeing you up and down as you slide your feet over towards him. you’re dressed in your usual night attire, sweats and one of his t-shirts.

smirking, you poke your ass at him, immediately regretting it when his hand makes contact with your cheek.

you hiss in pain, pouting as your rub the stinging area, turning around to do the same to him but he manages to reach over and soothingly rub your ass.

“sorry bubs,” he sheepishly smiles.

you nudge his leg with your knee. “scoot over.”

he frowns, “lie on top of me.”

you sigh, even though you know that’s what you’d end up doing anyways.

you grab your tv remote before settling yourself on top of haechan’s chest, the top of your head in the crook of his neck. one of his arms are lazily wrapped around your waist and your legs entangled with his underneath your throw blanket.

“so what’re we watching again?” he questions.

you’re trying to find the app on your home screen, you had recently bought the hbo app for your tv, solely for the purpose of the most anticipated show that came out last night that you’ve been waiting for for years. purposely ignoring your phone for any spoilers because people like you– except they’re not late– have watched it on the release date.

but you and haechan haven’t watched anything that’s new, together, so you had brought up you wanted to watch something with him tonight. since, yesterday he was busy with his friends back home.

“the last of us, it came out last night and i’m so fucking excited. it’s a post-apocalyptic survival show based off of the video game.” you excitedly, explained to him.

you finally find the app, clicking on it as you patiently wait for it to load.

“ohh, really? is it like a horror game? zombies and guns?”

you nod, “yeah, it’s a horror game. zombies and guns, yes. and there’s also clickers which is the scariest of the infected. i really hate the sound they make, you’ll see soon.”

“i thought you don’t like horror games?”

you hum, “i don’t. but i saw this youtuber that came up on my recommendation play it and then an hour later i ended up watching an entire gameplay of both the first and second game an entire night.” you laugh to yourself.

haechan gasps, “wahh, why have you never told me this?” haechan knows you have a dislike towards scary video games, but strongly more playing them than watching them.

you shrug your shoulders, “this was before i had met you. i won’t play the game though, only watch it. i’d watch you play it though if you ever play it.”

he takes a mental note. you seem to be very interested in this television adaption of a video game. so he has to look up how he can play the game later on.

“i’m excited.” haechan admits softly.

“me too.” you press play, dropping the remote on the floor in arms reach and getting cozy on top of your boyfriend as the episode starts playing.

“so? what’d you think?” you eagerly ask, sitting up on his waist in a straddling position while he’s still lying down. wanting to hear about haechan’s review on your show. you had brought this show up to haechan, knowing he’s into these kinds of shows, but anxious that he won’t enjoy since it’s an american show in english.

“even though it was just the first episode, i’m hooked. i enjoyed it baby.” he tells you honestly, smiling.

you squeal, “me too! now we have to wait a whole week.” you let out a fake sob, plopping your upper half onto haechan’s chest.

“if you got infected i would let you bite me so we can both be zombies.”

you frown, raising your head up to rest your chin on his chest. “but then we’d have no memory of each other.”

he pouts too, “oh yeah. then, you go down, i go down.” the emotional scenes from the first episode are hitting you again and haechan seems to notice so he changes the topic.

“sunday we should order pizza while watching it.” he suggests, fiddling with your soft hands.

“sundays?” you hold up your pinky in front of his face.

“sundays.” he promises.

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[twilghtkoo]

hi!! i would like to request prompt 103 & 37

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff, suggestive

warnings. a lil making out and implied quickie

note(s). the mma’s just happened so lets pretend the neos were there ok cus this is where it takes place lol

prompts: #103 “i’m not wearing any underwear. just thought you would like to know.” and #37 “five minutes is all i need”

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you rarely wore heels, you don’t really going anywhere that requires the painful footwear. but tonight was an occasion where they were needed. and they were beautiful with your outfit. enjoying the lovely first couple of hours in them until you were seconds away from taking them off and continuing the night barefoot. your toes not being painted was the only reason stopping you. 

“do your feet hurt baby?” haechan leans down to ask you in your ear, his lips grazing your ear lobe making you shiver but he doesn’t notice.

you nod, pouting. “these heels are killing me, but i can make it through the night.” you tell him. deciding to not tell him how you’re only suffering because your feet are not prepared.

he frowns, feeling bad for you because he knows you rarely wear heels so the pain in your feet you must be feeling from standing up for a long period of time must be aching. he takes a mental note to massage your feet when you both get home.

“you look so sexy tonight, you’re putting all these other idols to shame.” he smirks, placing a chaste kiss against your temple.

your cheeks heat up from his compliment. “i should say the same to you pretty boy. all the other men here tonight got nothing on you.” 

the corner of his lips tilt up as he tilts his head back, trying to control the heat creeping up to his cheeks and ears from the name you called him. you watch as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he chuckles to himself.

despite the pain in your feet you lean onto your tippy toes, holding onto haechan’s arm as your lips get close to his ear. “i’m not wearing any underwear. just thought you would like to know.” you whisper, smiling with your bottom lip between your teeth.

you place yourself back on your feet.

haechan looks down at you with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. 

and you’re looking at him with the most innocent look.

you’re about to open your mouth to say something before haechan locks his fingers with yours and is pulling you, dragging you down the halls backstage.

“haechan where are we-” you’re cut off when you’re pushed against a wall of a storage closet.

you wanna curse at haechan for pushing you against something that is irritatingly poking at your back. both your bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall, breathing heavily as your lips moved together.

“hyuck what if they start looking for you?” you ask against his lips, his lips warm and soft, yours parted slightly allowing his tongue to slip inside.

“five minutes. five minutes is all i need.” you can feel his smile against your neck as his lips are trailing down from your jaw and down to your neck.

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[twilghtkoo]

hii it's my first time ever doing a request but your fics are just too good!! Can I please request prompt 110 and 54 with fluff? Thank you!!

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff

warnings. yn is drunk, not proofread cus it's finals week :/

prompts. #110 "you're pretty." "you're drunk." and #54 "you should really work on your flirting." "but is it working?" "sadly..."

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"see, this is why you can't pull out that face on me. i should've said no to you drinking 'one more'." haechan sighs, mostly at himself and emphasizing on the last two words, as he holds tightly onto your arm that's slung around his shoulder and your waist.

he tries to walk slow for your sake, you're already stumbling over air.

"this face?" you ask, lifting your head felt like bricks on your neck but you managed to look up at your boyfriend, your eyelashes softly batting at him as you lovingly stare at into his eyes.

when he had offered to take you out as a, 'congrats on finishing finals, you worked so hard, i'm so proud of you!'. he was not expecting you to choose the convenience store down the street for a celebratory engagement. you insisted though, saying it felt nice outside and that drinking in the cold hits better. he would have thought you would choose your favorite pizza and fried chicken place. 'no i just want you with me and a bottle of soju, i'm a happy girl.' you had said.

haechan hopes you can't hear the way his heart is pounding in his chest, it's the same face you gave him when you were sweet talking him into another bottle. he knows you can't hear it though, not in this state.

haechan curses under his breath, because you look absolutely stunning under this street lamp. your eyes are like a trance and he could stare into them for forever. the way the hood of your jacket frames your face in a cute way, a few strands of your hair peeking out. your lips are wet from when your tongue slid over them just a few seconds ago. and he wants to kiss them, so bad. your cheeks are a rosey red, most likely from the cold air and the amount of shots you took.

that kdrama you watch every wednesday and plant yourself on your couch with your blanket and ignore your surroundings; he could put that kdrama to shame with the scene of him kissing you against the street light post playing in his head.

he holds himself back.

you're drunk. if he's going to kiss you like that he wants you to be sober so the next time a kiss scene appears in that stupid drama, you'll only replay the kiss you two shared.

"you're pretty." you break the silence, still leaning against your boyfriend for support, you feel his hands grip tighter onto you.

he scoffs, "you're drunk." he breaks into a smile at the way your dreamily staring up at him.

he wonders if you're thinking about him the way he's thinking about you.

you giggle, as you continue your footsteps down the street to your apartment.

"oh this is my home, how did you know sir?" you question.

"baby, we were just here." he responds, chuckling. he tries to pull you by your arm, him already standing on one of the steps of the stairs leading to your floor.

"oh? is this where i kiss you and walk you up to your door?" you wiggle your eyebrows, biting your lip.

haechan lets out a laugh. "you can baby, but let me help you up the stairs. you want me to carry you?" he asks seriously, concerned as he doesn't want you to fall down the stairs.

you pout, shaking your head. "no i want to count how many stairs it takes to get to my house."

haechan sighs, as he glances up at your door on the second floor that he can spot from where he is, and back down at you.

before he can tell you 'okay', he sees you intently and carefully stepping onto the first step on the staircase.

"one," you mumble to yourself, your hand still holding onto haechan's hand.

haechan giggles, wasn't thinking you were serious about counting each step.

"two."

haechan sneakily pulls out his phone from his pockets, tapping on the camera icon.

"three, woah." your foot had hit the concrete step making you stumble over, luckily the grip haechan had on your hand made you quickly stable.

you giggle to yourself. "seven."

haechan's eyebrows raise, softly chuckling. "four baby, not seven." he corrects you.

"oh." you giggle.

you're giggling a lot today.

it takes about twenty-four steps to get to your floor in about ten minutes, you tripping over your feet constantly and cracking jokes. but haechan is patient with you. he was holding your the whole way, not once telling you to just shut up or hurry up. but he was smiling and laughing with you.

haechan was fishing out your keys from the front pocket of your jacket, but his hand was pulled out when you pushed him against the wall next to your front door. your tiny arms caging him.

"ooo, the roles have switched." haechan smirks.

"you look ravenous right now." you blurt out, he can see the way your eyes rake over his lips before looking back up at his eyes.

even though the corner of his lips rise, he still says, "you really need to work on your flirting." he puckers his lips and leans in to place a kiss on your forehead.

you smile, "but is it working?"

"sadly..."

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[twilghtkoo]

hello, can i request for #63 and #80 for the love foolish series? comfort-slash-fluff with a dash of angst, maybe like reader is the same age as haechan and she's in that headspace again when she feels lacking in personal goals and abilities as compared to haechan, if that makes sense. thank you!

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. tiny bit of angst, fluff

warnings. implications of a panic attack, this drabble is about college and college sucks so :/

prompts: #63 "is it okay to hug you?" and #80 "how long have you been feeling like this?"

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at this rate, you were about to throw your laptop and all your other academic belongings in your room, out your tenth floor window. even though your laptop cost you your savings, and just the thought of it crashing against the concrete made you wince. maybe you'll keep the laptop.

you don't know when everything went downhill for you. exam season just finished recently and for the past month you've been studying your ass off reviewing notes and doing study guides. the amount of sleep and meals you've been skipping because you've planted yourself at your desk chair for hours. you were beyond stressed. you feel like everything was moving too fast, everyone in your class was speeding in front of you and you felt like you were still standing at the start line.

you're pretty sure you're going to have to retake this class. being a slow learner is humiliating and frustrating. seeing your classmates soak up whatever your professor is teaching so quickly and knowing exactly how to do it when you're still figuring out how to start. you've stayed after lectures multiple times when you try and ask for help, but sometimes after them helping you still don't get it and it's the most infuriating thing.

at this point, you don't even know if you'll be able to graduate or even deserve getting your degree.

tears pricking your eyes, your balled fists clenching and your nails digging into the palm of your hands as you place them over your closed lids. anxiety taking over, your chest tightening and hands shaking as you use your nails to dig deeper into your skin.

the sudden crave for your boyfriend's affection and comfort. you sniff, wiping away a tear with the sleeve of your hoodie. reaching for your phone, despite your trembling numb hands, that's charging.

your thumb hovers over his contact. debating whether or not to text him and ask him to come over if he's not busy. as your chew the skin on your bottom lip.

what will haechan think when he sees you crying over your exam grade? will he be ashamed? will he laugh?

you push that thought away and quickly write a text before carelessly tossing your phone loudly on your desk.

haechan didn't know what to think when he saw your text. but he was worried for sure.

baby🫶🏼: can u come over? if ure busy it's okay.

it was well around seven o'clock in the evening, the dark sky making it feel like it was ten at night. you're still sat at your desk, staring at the screen of your laptop that has your exam grade displayed on it. you were recalling questions that were on the test and cursing at yourself because you should've gone with the answers you first thought of instead of second guessing yourself.

too spaced, in a mental state of derealization, out to hear your front door opening, the sound of keys being tossed onto the kitchen counter and footsteps sauntering down the hall to your room.

"baby?" he calls softly from behind the door, opening it and peeking his head from behind the door.

blinking you slowly turn in your chair to face your boyfriend.

he showed up, you think.

he softly smiles at you, closing your door behind him as he carefully makes his way to you. observing your body for any injuries and your surroundings, he feels a tug at his heart when he notices the papers and books scattered on your desk and your laptop sitting in front of you.

"hey baby." he crouches in front of you, noticing your glossy eyes, reaching for your hands that are already reaching for his. "is it okay to hug you?" he mumbles, wanting to be careful in his actions.

you non, lips trembling as you squeeze his hands and wrap them around yourself. "please." you choke out.

tears spilt over and flowed down your face, and you knew you were staining his shirt with your wet tears but he doesn't say anything about it.

cradling the nape of your neck and his other hand softly rubbing your back up and down as he whispers sweet assurance into your ears.

"i've got you."

"i'm here baby."

"i still love you."

"it's okay."

he lets you cry in his arms for what feels like hours, him never running out of comforting words as he holds you. 

when you pull away from his chest, face red and puffy, you’re sure your eyes will be puffy when you wake up tomorrow from this crying session. 

haechan stares at you intently, a frown on his lips as his hand softly rubs the top of your thigh. you wipe your face with your sleeves. he doesn’t ask for you to tell him what’s wrong, just patiently waiting for you to recollect yourself and to open up to him on your own. 

“i did terrible on my exam.” you mumbled, lowering your eyes, watching haechan’s hand move up and down soothingly.

he doesn’t react, eyes focused on your hidden face.

you turn your chair to point out the bold percentage on your laptop, shame and embarrassment flooding through you.

he opens his mouth to ask you something, but closes it when you continue. 

“i’ve told you i’m a slow learniner,” you start, lips quivering again but you bite your lip before proceeding. 

he nods attentively. 

“but, i really really hate being a slow learner. it’s so humiliating seeing my classmates take in the information my professor is teaching so easily and i’m sitting at my desk with no clue on what’s going on. i feel like i’m just dumb. and i might have to retake the class next term because that exam just did a number on my overall grade and at this point i’m wondering if i even deserve a degree. i feel like i’m so far behind and everything’s happening too fast. and i’ve been sitting at this damn desk trying to figure out where i went wrong, almost throwing out my laptop out the window in the process, but i spent a shit ton of money on this thing.” 

haechan delicately smiling at you, still rubbing your thigh and listening to you. but his heart breaks at what you’ve been feeling for however long. the overflowing stress finally taking it’s toll on you.

“and i almost didn’t ask you to come over...i was overthinking you would be ashamed of me or laugh at me. though i know you wouldn’t for real, it was just my intrusive thoughts taking over me. but my train of thought turned dark, like, what if i’m not enough for you. what if me failing my exam was the cherry top and you go find someone with a masters degree in medicine that can actually process information normally or something. or what if my failing grade held you back with your career...” you trailed off. 

silence falling between you too.

haechan sighs, his hand freezes on your leg. “how long have you been feeling like this?” he asks.

“for a couple of weeks.”

his hand slides off your leg to slide over his face, frustrated. not at you.

at himself.

he wasn’t paying enough attention to you to even realize you were feeling like this. maybe it wouldn’t have taken this much of a toll on you if he had noticed earlier and talked to you about it. 

but here he is, talking to you about it just now. and you’re at your end. 

“baby- baby, i...” he tries to start but he curses under his breath. 

“are you mad at me?”

his head shoots up, shaking his head. “no, no. i’m not mad at you bubs. i’m mad at myself.”

“i can’t believe you’ve been feeling like this and hurting like this for so long.” he breathes, this time both his hands travel from your thighs to your waist.

“baby, you being a slow learner is not something to be embarrassed about. it’s okay and normal for you to take your time to learn and understand something. the fact that you’re trying is admirable. some people don’t even try and they just lose hope. everyone has their own pace, don’t compare yourself to others baby. you’re just doing things your way and perfecting it at your own pace. you can’t always rush things, even though you want to be successful in school. everything takes time.” he tells you firmly with assurance, squeezing your waist every time he emphasizes something. 

you didn’t realize your eyes were tearing up until you blinked and a tear fell down your cheek. i still love you and always will. and i’m always here for you, so please don’t hesitate to come to me. okay?”

you nod silently. 

“words, baby.” he squeezes your waits again.

“okay.” you smile.

“i don’t want anyone else but you, i could care less if a girl came up to me in a tesla and showed me her stupid degree in medicine from yonsei unversity.” he scoffs, making you giggle and his heart lightens up. 

“i want you. i want you til you can’t stand me anymore, and hopefully that’s til we’re both old and wrinkly.” he stares at you.

you nod again, a couple more tears escaping, tears you thought you had ran out of. guess not.

haechan leans on his knees to faintly kiss your lips. standing up to close your laptop and clean your desk before he takes you away from your room, carrying you into the kitchen to make you some food.

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