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aesthyuckic · 19 days

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[11:18pm]

The night was quiet and peaceful. Music played softly in your dimly lit bedroom. Little taps of a phone keyboard could be heard just a few inches down from where you sat on the bed. You looked from your own phone to see Donghyuck looking down and texting someone.

For a moment your mind wondered to the potential of him texting a lover that made you eyes waiver unknowingly. Surely he would’ve told you if that was the case, you were best friends after all. He was probably just texting his other best friend, Mark.

You wanted to be in his heart only like he was in yours so badly. You screamed about it every night into your pillow on the rare occasion he wasn’t there. When he was, you settled on silently screaming while rolling around in anguish on the bed where he slept soundly next to you, blissfully unaware.

You loved staring at him. He was so beautiful with his golden skin and the fluffy brown hair that was growing out nicely. He was slouched against the wall but still his composure was so elegant. His hands that typed away seemed so dainty and effortless as his fingers were adorned with rings. The thought of holding them and feeling that familiar warmth always made your breath hitch in your throat as you felt your heart stop. Your gaze shifted with one of his hands that reached up to move his glasses back up. He wore no makeup due to the time which allowed you to view the moles on his cheeks that cascaded down his neck perfectly. The longer you looked the more things you found to love.

So lost in your own mind, you hadn’t cared about the fact he noticed your eyes and was now looking at you.

“What’s up?” He asked, his head tilted a bit.

That was his way of asking if anything was wrong. There was a familiar flutter in your chest from the simple action. You blinked a few times before sitting up straight against your pillows and shaking your head.

“I was just thinking.” You shrugged.

“About what?” He pondered.

“Your moles.” You answered.

A pout appeared on his lips at the mention. He confided in your once they made him insecure which you could never understand. You never knew how to respond just because you knew you’d end up with a whole essay which would be suspicious.

“You know-“ He started.

“I know.” You confirmed before he could finish his sentence. “I never understood your resentment toward them, Hyuck.”

“Of course not.” He sighed.

“Some people theorize they’re where your twin flame kissed you most in the last life. They’ve always been pretty and maybe that idea can help you change the way you think about them.”

His phone landed in his laps at your words. You could see his eyes look across your own face and body in silence. He moved from his snug spot against the wall on your bed to sit directly across from you. The closeness always startled you despite how regular it was between the both of you. It never failed to get your heart going and your only hope was he didn’t know.

“You have them too.” He leaned in closer as his eyes scanned your face.

He moved the strands of hair out of your face and tucked them behind one ear. You didn’t expect him to get any closer but suddenly he leaned in and left a kiss on your temple.

“Like here.” He pointed out after leaving the unexpected peck.

He reached up to grab your chin and then there was another kiss on your own cheek, not far from your lips.

“And there too.” He hummed.

There had been plenty times where the both of you had kissed each other cheeks. Something felt different now though. You just hope he hadn’t been able to see the blush appear on your cheeks and the felt the heat with the kiss.

Both hands now cupped your cheeks in such a way there was no way to avoid his stare. You could see his gaze move downward before moving back to meet your own once again.

“I’ve never noticed how many little moles you have around your lips.” He smiled. “I guess I kissed you a lot there in the last life… And I’ll do it again in this one.”

Before you could even question him, his plump, soft lips were against your own. The air was taken out of your lungs and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. A sigh escape automatically and you could feel your body relax under his touch. You moved into his body more as his hands moved down your sides to rest on your waist as your hands instinctively went to his neck to pull his closer only to slid down to his rest on his chest as his arms were now wrapped around your waist to pull you flush against him.

You could feel his rapid heartbeat under your palm which had you smiling against his lips.

Oh yes, he would most be definitely keeping his promise to you.

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aesthyuckic · 2 months

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🩹🎐 ditto!┊͙✧˖*°࿐

inspired by sabrina the teenage witch and ditto by new jeans :) tw: hurt comfort?? word count: 2.25k

“Have you ever been to the North Star?”

“What?” Haechan asked back in response, taking his attention off the vegetables he was cutting in the kitchen. “No, why?”

“Our soul stones reside there.” You shrugged.

He rolled his eyes before he went back to what he was doing, “They should be called twin stones not soul stones. Twin flames are our other halves and soulmates are people we knew in previous lives.”

“Okay, fair but don’t you think they’re interesting?”

You knew he always got upset at the mix up between twin flames and soul stones, it was something you found endearing. Truthfully, you didn’t know until he told it to you and that was another thing you loved about him. He always taught you more which fed your natural curiosity.

“I guess.” He shrugged. “But I’ve had no reason to go there. I’d be testing rocks for hours and I feel like I’d just be disappointed by it.”

“You have no one in mind?” You asked with your chin on your hands as you looked at him from the couch.

“Of course I do.” He responded.

And for some reason, there was a twinge at a few of your heart strings that stung as deeply as the cold. The pain flashed for a moment in your eyes and it was luck for you, his back was to you so it went unnoticed by your friend.

“Why haven’t you gone to test it then?” You inquired further.

“I’m afraid.” He admitted while putting down the knife, the vegetable laid in pieces on the cutting board. “What if they don’t fit together perfectly like they’re meant to?”

“Then there’s someone else that you’re meant to be with.” You answered rather gleefully.

“I don’t think I’d like to know that. I rather live in a blissful state of what could be. Why do you want to go so bad?”

“I know you’re smart, Hyuck. It’s because I have someone in mind. Duh!”

You fell back on the couch as he was prepping the food once more. There was that twinge again, only not in your heart but his own. The sound of the knife hitting the board cease for a moment before it began again.

He didn’t like the idea much like you didn’t either of having people in your lives that you hadn’t mentioned to one another. You’re meant to be best friends but best friends tell each other about the people you’re interested in. Neither of you had mentioned that person in passing with one another. The both of hadn’t assumed that it had been for good reasons.

The hurt subsided but lingered in the quietness of the room. It became heavy and overwhelming. You shot up from the couch.

“We should go together.” You suggested.

Before he could say anything, you were up and dragging him out of the kitchen by his wrist.

“The food!” Haechan pointed out.

“It’s be here when we get back.” You said, swiftly.

“The stones will still be there after we eat!” He whined.

“You know how when I want to do something, nothing else matters until I do the thing I want. It’ll be quick, promise.”

He couldn’t say no to you. It was impossible whether it was because you made him too weak to do so or because you were too stubborn to get your own way. You were already up the stairs to your linen closet, intent on where to go with the boy tailing behind you. As soon as the door slammed behind the both of you. A flash of mist and light engulf you for only a moment to reveal the change of location. Everything around you was various shades of glowing blue, most notably a periwinkle color. Shards of crystal surrounded the both of you, multiple halves of stones were cascaded through out the labyrinth of the star.

The grip on his wrist loosen as you looked around, confused. The boy seemed lost as well.

“How are we going to find the stones?” He mumbled.

He strayed from you while he avoided the sharpen formations as he walked around to look at the countless stones.

“Haechan-“ You called.

It was no use though, he was already around the corner of the wall. You don’t even think he heard you which you rolled your eyes at before turning around. As soon as you turned, a shard suddenly popped up out of the ground startling a brief scream and a rapidly beating heart from you. It spoke to you.

“Welcome to North Star system. How may I help you?” It said, robotically, indicating it was an automated system.

“Are you okay?!” Haechan yelled, a hint of worry in his voice.

“I’m fine!” You answered. “I thought… I saw a bug or something… Have you found anything?”

“Not yet!” He shouted. “I’ll let you know if I do.”

There was relief in you when you heard his footsteps start again and get farther from you. You bent down slightly to say your full name into the point of the shard. You looked behind you one last time before going back to quickly add another.

“And Lee Donghyuck.” You whispered.

It was silent for a second. Nothing moved and you began to wonder if it has heard you. Then the frustration and disappointment came to set in as everything stayed the same. Out of nowhere, a circular block of clear crystal came up from the ground with two blue boxes sat next to each other. The shard in front of you disappeared into the ground once more to reveal a path toward what you sought after.

Frozen in place, a moment you had dreamed and thought about since you found about the North Star was presented right in front of you. Fear replace the frustration you felt prior. Did you really want to know? There was a dilemma in you and felt like a hypocrite to the words you spoke earlier to your friend.

Hesitantly, you stepped forward and approached the pedestal. You went with the box on your left first and opened it to reveal one half. It glowed in your palm and a moving image of you appeared in it. You did the same with second box, it glowed in your other palm and Donghyuck appeared in. You smiled at it, rubbing your thumb over the cool surface of his stone. The question arose again, did you really want to know? Of course you did. You found yourself moving the two halves closer together. Time seemed to only slow down the closer they got to each other as a breath got caught in your throat. Only a few more centimeters…

“What are you doing?” A voice rang in your ear, breath fanning your hair.

You were frozen in place as everything stopped. It was unclear if he was angry or not because he most certainly could see the little image of him moving in the confines of the rock. You turned around rather quickly, quivering before him.

Haechan didn’t look angry but the tone was not as sweet and soft as usual which set something off in you. Uncontrollably, tears started to form in your eyes. You tried to blink them away but it only seemed to encourage them as they started to fall down your cheeks and fogged up your vision.

His stone fell to the floor while you kept the grip on your own so much tighter. His gaze seemed to soften at your reaction. You back away from him in an attempt to find a wall you could disappear into. It was not worth an attempt as you were too weak to actually use your own magic in that moment and you found yourself sinking into a ball against the barrier. You hid your tear stained face in your arms so you couldn’t see him pick up the stone and put in his pocket. He came running and dropped to your side within seconds of it.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He reassured, the soft and sweet tone was back with a hint of huskiness to it. “If crying makes you feel better, that’s fine but if you’re crying because you think I’m upset, please don’t do that… I’m not.”

He hated that he was reason behind your tears. Maybe it wouldn’t just been better if he had shut up and walked away. He wrapped an arm around you, gently to not startle you. He could feel you shake. He frowned at himself. Like he deserved to have his soul stone fit yours. You peeked up from your arms, eyes red with tears threatening to spill once more.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. “I know I ruined everything.”

You referred to the friendship and shook his head rather quickly after your words, “No, don’t do that. I fucked up I should’ve just… not pulled that bullshit. I’m sorry… I just wanted to show you something cool I found out about the stones. You didn’t ruin anything.”

Not anything he didn’t want ‘ruined’ anyway. Haechan stroked your hair with a sweet but apologetic smile in an effort to comfort you. It took everything in him to not verbalize the confession sitting on the tip of his tongue. His arm left your shoulder only to go to your hand. Warmth encapsulated your own as he kept a firm grip on it. His other hand left your hair to pull out the stone from his pocket.

“You wanted to know, right?” He cooed as he held it out between the two of you.

The tears stopped and you regained your composure. Your grip loosened on your own stone as you brought it up to match his. Instead of centimeters, it was inches apart. Both you seemed rather hesitant to bring them closer to one another.

“Now or never?” He murmured.

You looked each other in the eyes. A softness and a type of vulnerability could be seen. You nodded at him before you turned your attention back to scene in front of you two. The stones stayed lit in both of your hands are moved to fit them together. It seemed to take ages for them to connect but in the final second it felt like it fused together like magnets would. A burst of light came as soon as the stones touched. You squinted your eyes from the sudden light that dissipated after a moment.

Then there you two were, in the stone, coming together across the boundary of the crack of each to meet in the middle for a kiss. Seeing it made the apples of your cheeks heat up and then you heard a laugh in your ear.

“What?” You asked. “Why are you laughing?”

“I was afraid for nothing.” He smiled before looking up at you.

“I was the one you had in mind?!” You exclaimed as you shoved his shoulder, playfully.

“I know you can be a bit air-headed at times but you can’t possibly be this dumb…”

“You’re a big dummy too if we’re going to talk about it.”

“We’re not.”

You couldn’t ask him what he meant before his hands were on your waist pulling you into his body. The completed soul stone went flying out of your hands at the movement, sliding across the floor. It made you gasp, yet they stuck to each other like glue.

“That’s the thing I wanted to tell you.” He whispered in your ear while a hand reached up to move a few standards of hair out of your face. “Once they’re together, they can’t be separated.”

His hand came down to caress the side of your face and pull you back to look at him. Your heart started to race just looking at him in the eye now, knowing his feelings. The silence was no longer awkward but suffocating.

“You’ll have to stop me now if you don’t want me to kiss you.” He confessed.

“I can’t.” You admitted.

You moved forward, closing the tension filled gap between the two of you similarly to the soul stones. The suffocating feeling was gone and you felt like you breath again. So full of passion and lost in it, you let out a sigh that had Haechan smiling into the kiss. Your hand went to the back of his neck in effort to bring him closer and deepen the kiss. His body now has you pinned against the fall. It would’ve continued if he hadn’t had to come up to breath for a moment. He stayed so close in front of you, looking down at your lips.

��We might be here longer than anticipated.” He laughed, smugly.

“We can’t.” You blushed. “If people show up and find us making out on the floor I’d be mortified…”

“I’m sure it happens here all the time with the other witches and warlocks.” He replied. “With far worse acts if I’m being honest.”

His words resulted in him getting smacked on the shoulder once more. He played hurt as he rubbed his shoulder.

“Okay, I won’t kiss you ever again.” He lied as he went to turn away.

You responded by yanking him back by the collar of his coat. His lips were against yours once more as now hovered over you. One hand supported himself over you while the other came up to zap you out of there. Whatever you wanted was what he wanted at the end of day.

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aesthyuckic · 7 months

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🎃🎭 catch me! ┊͙✧˖*°࿐

“Catch me if you can!” You taunted the masked man before making a run for it.

Immediately you felt regret, you were never much of a runner and now you were falling down darkened, unfamiliar hallways not completely sure where to go. You always wondered how the one trying to get away would also trip when the killers had the disadvantage.

It was over before it begun, as you barged into a room you practically cornered yourself. The man was right behind and felt warm hands grip your waist before you ended up pin against the wall by the other body while his hands had a firm grip on your wrist which he also pinned above your head.

“Got ya.” He whispered, close enough to your ear you felt a chill run down your spine as you gasped for air as your heart beat quickly.

You managed to get your wrists out of his grip, one hand went the nape of his neck while the other lifted the mask just enough to show the man’s plump, pink lips which you found your own on in the matter of seconds.

He melted quite quickly with the way his hands felt to your waist to bring you both closer together. The way he kissed, it was full of hunger yet so passionate at the same time. It was tempting to just continue making out right there as pulling apart, gasping for air was painful.

You could see smudges of the red lipstick you wore smear across his mouth that now smiled brightly under the orange lighting of the haunted house before he took of his mask, swiftly.

“Good?” He asked, with a smile on his face.

“Always, Hyuck.” You smiled back, wrapping your arms around his neck to leave a little peck on his lips.

Thank god your boyfriend, Donghyuck always got a job as a scare actor around this time of year so you could do this little thing of yours yearly for the entire spooky season he knew you adored so much. He had his own fun with it but truly, he’d do anything for you to be happy. Seeing you almost skip happily out of his shift made him fall in love with the season more. He probably fall more in love with you too if that was even possible.

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aesthyuckic · 1 year

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☕️📓 cafe au lait !! ┊͙✧˖*°࿐

based on a dream i had the other night weeks ago. happy (late) valentine's day. fem!reader. 2,65k.

In the modern age, it was no secret that malls were dying. Late stage capitalism was at play according to most people, and some store fronts remained empty due to how high rent got. Donghyuck saw many stores come and go in his years there, it was sad to see people he loved as neighbors and that took care of him as a child disappear before his very eyes. Some spaces were replaced by new owners because despite the dying mall industry they lived in a tourist area that got hit hard around holiday breaks and on the weekends. It just wasn’t the same anymore. Though, his family’s restaurant still remained in their spot…

It had been twenty years at this point. He had been here for that same amount of time only moving here from South Korea at the age of two. He had graduated college, yet his bachelor’s in music got him nowhere so far… and here he was yet again, working for his parents just like he did when he was teenager in order to make a living.

“Donghyuck, stop slouching against the door way.” His mom whined to him. “It’s bad for your back and that’s not how you attract customers.”

“Mom, it’s a Tuesday at 2 in the afternoon.” He fixed his posture. “No one is coming right now and I’m tired. Why do I have to wear a white button up, slacks and a tie? I use to only wear black.”

“You’re a young man now.” She cooed at him while patting his cheek, lovingly. “And you’re handsome. Plus, don’t you remember in high school how you use to flirt with all those girls and they’d keep coming back? Even those older ladies found you charming… We got more business because of you and it’s about time you get in a relationship. People will come, just be patient.”

“I was doing that for the tips.” He blushed. “I’m perfectly fine by myself by the way.”

His mother rolled her eyes at him before patting him on his shoulder and walking back into the restaurant. He sat back down on the stool at the entrance that had a podium next to it with menus staked on top.

The mall remained relatively bleak, until he saw a group of girls come in that linked arms with another while smiling and giggling to one another as they walked into one of the stores. Judging by the bags they had, they were came from school and he guessed college just because it was too early for high school kids and they looked around late teens to early twenties.

It wasn’t long before they came out with paper bags on their arms and then he noticed, they were coming his way. He got flustered and stood up quickly before they had made it over to him. He grabbed the menus beside him.

“Is it okay to get a table for three?” One of them asked.

It was the one that stood out to him most with the brightly colored soft coral hair. She was the tallest of the group of girls but still quite short in comparison to him. However, her baggy clothes made her appear much smaller.

“Uh, yeah.” He blushed. “Follow me.”

He lead them to a table before giving them their menus and running off to go get the water they asked for. Little did he know at that time, it’d become a weekly occurrence that that girl would show up with shopping bags and her friends to eat. He always remembered her order but never her friends… She always got the tteokbokki. If he was lucky, she’d come by sometimes without her friends and that’s really when he got to know her… He finally found out her name and that she was only two years younger than him and studying music at a college nearby. He felt his heart flutter a bit in his chest as he fell in love little by little.

She came by one Thursday afternoon and Donghyuck smiled once he had seen her. She had a bag on her arm and a cup in the other.

“Y/n!” He said, excited. “Same as always?”

“How can you remember my order but never my friends?” She questioned. “I’m just messing with you. But I’m getting kinda tired, do you have any suggestion.”

“Oh my god, my mom makes the best kimchi jjigae.” He hummed.

“I’m not the biggest fan of cabbage but for you… I’ll try it. To go please.”

There went that flutter in his chest again.

“Coming right up.” He nodded.

He ran off to the kitchen to give his mom the ticket before coming back out to talk to the girl. He stared down at the big brown bag that was on the floor.

“Every time I see you, you always have a big, brown shopping bag…” He laughed. “What do you even get?”

“Oh! It’s nothing.” The girl brushed it off.

“If it was nothing it wouldn’t be there.” He scoffed. “C’mon show me! Please! I’m so curious.”

“Ugh, this is so embarrassing…”

She bent over before rummaging through the bag before she revealed some albums in here hand.

“Is that Shinee?” The boy asked.

“Yeah,” She blushed before putting them back in the bag. “New Jeans, Red Velvet and WEi too.”

“No way!” He gasped. “I’ve loved Shinee since I was kid! I still have one of their albums my mom bought me as a kid.”

“You know them?”

“I’m literally Korean, Y/n…”

“I know but that doesn’t mean you like k-pop! And frankly, I thought you’d be weirded out by me liking it.”

“Do you hear what we play in here? Do you hear that? It sounds like Lion Heart by Girl’s Generation playing right now. Anyway, who’s your favorite?”

“For Shinee? Taemin but Red Velvet, I love Yeri and I love everyone for New Jeans and WEi.”

“Taemin’s my favorite too actually. I always wanted to be like him as a kid. Not to brag, but I auditioned for SM entertainment.”

The girl raised an eyebrow at him almost as an ‘oh, really?’

“I’m taking you didn’t get in?” She tilted her head.

The boy clutched his chest and acted wounded, “That hurt! You’re so mean! For your information, I did get accepted!”

“Why are you here?” She asked.

“I was thirteen, not stupid. I just thought about all I had to give up and I love music and attention and everything but I don’t think I deal with idol life. Being stalked and having such a strict beauty standard pushed on me. I was good.”

A middle aged woman came out of the kitchen with a bag full of food. She saw the two talking to each other and smiling. She saw the way her son looked at the girl and smiled herself before approaching slowly.

“Sorry to interrupt. I have kimchi jjigae for you.” She spoke slowly before backing away.

The girl grabbed the takeout bag off the podium.

“Thank you, Mrs. Lee.” She smiled. “It was nice talking to you, Haechan. See you later.”

The boy watched as the girl walked away, not even aware of the smile on his face. He moved his attention over to his mom who was also smiling.

“What?” His expression dropped.

“You like her…” She sang, happily.

“Mom…” He sighed.

“You like her, you like her. My little Donghyuckie has a crush.”

She continued to sing behind her son as he ran off into the back to escape her pestering.

The following week, he saw her again. He was sitting reading before he noticed her coming in his direction. She was holding a drink, looked like same from last week as she also took a bite out of a cookie in the other hand.

"Are you cheating on me?" He gasped as he acted offended as soon as the girl got closer.

"What? Just because I'm eating something different?" She snickered.

"What even is that?" He asked, curiously.

"Iced vanilla latte."

"I like them too, especially from the little shop from around the corner."

"That's where I got this actually... I love their cookies too."

She ended up promising the boy to come by a little later once she was done looking around. It was the only way he'd let go of his fake work. Really, it was just an excuse to be able to see her again as soon as possible. Her coming every week at least once was an excuse to see him but he didn't have to know that.

She came the next week, a cookie from the shop in her bag as well as iced vanilla latte for her friend in one hand another drink for herself in the other. She almost skipped along to find her way to Haechan. She smiled to herself as she saw the boy reading a book once again as he sat at the podium. She hid the drink for him behind her back before making her way over to him.

"Y/n, it's nice to see you again." He chuckled as he closed the book."

"Surpise!" She brought the drink out to hand to him. "To make up for cheating on you last week."

"Oh! Thank you!" He beamed. "What do you have this week?

"Butterfly pea tea with lemonade."

"Pea tea?"

"Don't be childish. It's good for your eyes and it taste good. And it's coool because it turns pink when mixed with lemonade?"

"And why would you need all that?"

"I'm blind basically."

"You never wear glasses though"

"I don't think I look good in them..."

"I doubt that. I think you'd look pretty cute in them."

He only realized what he said out loud after the fact. His expression fell before he turned his attention to the girl standing in front of him that had a blank look as she blushed.

"i'm sorry." He apologized, blushing himself.

"No, no! It's fine!" She reassured him. "I'll see you in a bit."

He waved goodbye at the girl as she rushed feeling the fact that maybe it was not fine. She didn't come back even though he waited all evening for her to come back. It left him broken hearted as he let his mouth get ahead of his brain once again which may of or may not have messed up everything going for him. He didn't sleep that night.

Donghyuck waited for her to come back daily but it wasn't until that following Tuesday he saw her once again. He saw her go into the album store with the friends she always came with. He felt adernline rush through his body before he asked his mom for his break.

He rushed pass the store th girl was in just to make it to the cafe around the corner and bought three packs of cookies. He started to work up the courage to go in the store to talk to the girl. He finally took a deep breath before walking calmy into the store. Her back was turned to him and so were her friends' It started getting warmer so she wasn't in her usual baggy attire. She had half of her tied up with a pink ribbon and wore a frilly dress that matched. He thought she looked so pretty, even if it was just from behind. He snapped out of it and apporached her before tapping her on the shoulder.

"Hyuck..." She mumbled once she turned around and saw the boy.

"Um, hi, you look really pretty." He blurted. "Sorry, that's not why I'm here... Can I talked you by the water fountian outside?"

"Thank you and um, yeah, sure."

He nodded, trying not to break a sweat in that moment. He had the cookies hidden behind his back the whole time. He took a step back and allowed her to go in front, following right behind. The both of them stood across from each other in front of the fountain. They looked at each other for a moment for the boy broke eye contact with her just to stare at his feet.

"Hey, I'm really sorry about last week again... And just now too." He admitted. "Anyway, the cafe was having a buy three get three free special so here are some of those cookies you like."

He handed them to her, "My break is over but I hope you like them. It was nice to see you again."

He walked away too quickly before she could say anything. The girl's friends came out of the store shortly after the encounter.

"What was that about?" One asked as she put her bags down beside her.

"I think he likes me..." She answered.

"I've been telling you that for weeks now."

"No, but a lot..."

It took a moment for her joy the register at that statement. He liked her... When does that ever happen. she got so excited that she started to gush to her friends about the boy. Then she realized she needed to talk to him again but of course, there was issue of his job...

She told her friends to just go home without her that evening. She waited around until they had to start closing for the night. She sat somewhere she could go unseen as he did his work. Once she saw him start putting up chairs she went toward the restaurant. His back was turned but he heard the footsteps.

"Sorry, we are closed for the night." He sighed as he put up more chairs.

"You say that word to much, you know?" She hummed.

He turned around, "Y/n? What are you doing here?"

"I waited. You didn't let me say 'thank you' and I guess I realized I have more than just that to say..."

The girl took a step closer to the boy which only allowed for a few inches of space. The boy look visibly nervous as the girl got closer.

"So thank you for the cookies," She started. "Also, I like you, Hyuck. I think you like me too, am I right?"

"I-I-" He stuttered.

"I think this game went on too long." She pouted. "Now, use your words please."

"Yes, I do... I do like you."

The music change to a slow song all of sudden. The girl looked up with a smile.

"I think that's a sign. Don't you?" She asked to which he nodded. "So, will you dance with me?"

She extended her hand out for him to take which he did but not without hesitation. He ended up taking the lead right after. One hand intertwined with her own as his other hand rested on her waist and her own on his arm. She rested her head on his chest, able to hear the rapidness of his heartbeat that she cheekily smiled at before his chin came to rest on top of her head. After the song was over, the two came to hold each other's hand as they stared at each other.

"Man, I've wanted to do this for weeks." He confessed as he cupped the girl's jaw gently.

He bent down to connect each other's lips to one another. Softly, they touched and it felt like forever in those few moment with another. It was like passion coming out of hiding and being expolisive and like all the emotion started to felt at it's fullness. She deepen the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her new lover's neck in an effort to bring him closer as well as deepen the kiss.

The two young adults were unaware of the mom that was upstairs messing with the radio once she accidentally walked in on their conversation and quietly exiting, unnoticed. She smiled at work through the cameras after playing cupid.

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🎃🔮 halloween! ┊͙✧˖*°࿐

based on ‘drunk on Halloween’ by the wallows! angst and mentions of cheating i love Halloween so enjoy!! (hopefully)

Halloween was always your favorite time of year. You loved dressing up, so much so the 1st you’d start planning your costume for next year. You loved the candy and going trick-or-treating when you were younger. The autumn leaves crunching under your feet once they fell into a warm hue was comforting to you. You enjoyed the Halloween movies, all of them something about felt like that nice feeling warming up after being out in the cold. It was the perfect season for you… Until it wasn’t one year.

Last year made you become numb to your favorite season and holiday because being sad and angry wasn’t enough. Your boyfriend, Jisung cheated on you last year on your favorite holiday, even worse it was one of his friend’s girlfriend. You and him were never the same and no one understood why you continued to be with him.

You loved him though, unconditionally and wholeheartedly. You came to realize he was no one the same level as you when it came to love. He may have been a man but he was still a boy mentally. You loathed him for what he did and eventually no love or hate was left for him. Truthfully, you didn’t understand why you stayed with him now. Maybe because you were holding on to something long gone.

You both walked into Johnny’s, a friend of Jisung’s, annual Halloween party he threw for everyone he knew. It doubled as a birthday party for Yuta and Sicheng some other friends of his. He closed the door behind you and silence between the both you was deafening as the music could be heard around the both of you.

You were shocked when the boy took your coat off of your arms and hung it up near the door.

“Thank you.” You mumbled to him.

“Yeah…” He nodded.

It didn’t even feel like you were dating anymore. The conversations shared were incredibly awkward to the point it caused discomfort in the both of you.

“Why don’t we find my friends?” He asked as he came to wrap an arm around you waist to guide you along with him.

Johnny saw the both of you near the entrance and came to great the both of you.

“Y/n!” He smiled as he hugged you. “It’s been forever. This kid never brings you around much anymore! How are you?”

“Busy with college, you know how it is.” You laughed, dryly.

He didn’t know about what happen. There was only four people what knew what happened a year ago and it was you, Jisung, Haechan and Yoona. You all wanted to keep it that was otherwise things would end badly and everyone wanted to move on. It was hard to when you stood in the exact same house your boyfriend hook up with another woman a year ago. That anger began to come back in the pit of your stomach.

“Well good luck. Don’t do anything you’ll regret tomorrow.” He winked. “I’ll see you all later!”

Jisung bid goodbye to his friend both he moved the both of you into the kitchen. Most of the counter was covered in various alcoholic beverages. The boy was about to pick up a beer but you were quick to grab his wrist to stop him.

“Please don’t drink.” You pleaded. “You promised me you wouldn’t drink ever again after last Halloween.”

He saw the sadness in your eyes and retracted his hand, “Alright, I won’t.”

Instead, he just grabbed a cup full of soda. One for you and one for him. The both of you were about to walk out of the crowded kitchen until you bumped into some other people on the way out. Of course it just had to be Haechan and Yoona.

“Oh, hey!” The other girl seemed so chirper in her voice.

How odd was it that she was dressed as a cat and your boyfriend was a mouse that Halloween. A part of you felt like they planned it. They promised no contact with each other again after last year so it couldn’t be. Deep down you knew it could be even if probably wasn’t.

“Long time no see…” Jisung spoke up before taking in a deep breath.

You were uncomfortable and it was obvious the tan boy that stood across from you was as well.

“We were just getting some drinks.” Haechan cleared his throat and swiftly moving passed you two with the girl practically attached to his waist.

You would be dumb if you hadn’t caught that shared gaze between the ex-lovers. Haechan was too busy trying to hide his own anger and jealousy to notice. Though you did and you knew the two of them were much happy with one another… It was obvious even before just the way they smiled and acted around each other before.

You just sighed at the sight before you walked out to the porch. Jisung caught up with you once he was done looking at the girl noticed you were gone. He found you leaned up against the railing outside, looking at the stars that he once remembered were your favorite. Your expression under the moonlight slightly hidden by the witch’s hat you wore yet a somber expression still poke out.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you, quietly against the muffled music.

You took a deep breath in, “Is there a reason we’re together still?”

“What are talking about?” He scoffed.

“You haven’t told me you loved me since last year… I don’t think you love me.”

“You haven’t let me touch you since last year.”

“It’s not about sex, Jisung. Love exists with out.”

“And sex exists without love, what’s your point?”

“Is that the reason you slept with Yoona for fuck’s sake? Because I wasn’t psychical enough with you? You know I was busy with midterms then. You couldn’t just wait? You’re that much of a whore?”

“What else was I suppose to do?! It’s like we weren’t in a relationship anymore!”

“Are you kidding me?! That’s what you say?! Is that the only reason you were with me?! You didn’t have to ask me out, you could get hook-ups if you wanted. You didn’t have to date me to get a vulnerable part of me when you get that with someone else!”

Everything went silent. The boy’s expression had yet to soften and you had grown tired of the push and pull with one another. You finally sighed and just gave it.

“You know that? I’m done with you. Feel free to do whatever you want at least you don’t have to cheat anymore. Pick up your stuff in the morning.”

You were about to walk back inside before he grabbed your arm. You looked up at him. He saw there’s a plead behind your eyes. One that just begged him to let you go after all this time. It was painful.

“Please, don’t keep doing this to me.” You whispered on the verge of tears

His grip finally loosened and you were free. You went straight for the kitchen looking for liquor. Something that would help feel okay that moment and you found a tequila bottle you i used to fill a shot glass up with and wash down your throat. One shot, two shot, three shot before you filled up a red solo cup with a little more before you sat down on the couch in the living room full of people.

You saw multiple people hooking up with one another and another sense of hatred for this holiday was found for you. Tipsy, you sipped off the plastic cup with your arms crossed.

“What’s up with you?” A soft, soothing voice asked.

You turned to see Haechan in his vampire costume standing there, looking at you. He had the same red cup in his hand. Though obviously probably with soda or juice judging by his composure.

“I broke up with Jisung…” You confessed to the boy.

“You should’ve awhile ago.” He shrugged.

“Why do you care?” You huffed. “I didn’t think you’d want me around since the last time we were around or talked to each other you saw your best friend in bed with your girlfriend.”

“Not your fault. You also saw your boyfriend in bed with his best friend’s girlfriend so… I don’t I’m a positive reminder either.”

“Who cares? It’s finally over. For me at least.”

You took another sip from your drink that you held in your cheek before you looked at the people in front of you. You saw the bleach blonde in the crowd of people. He stood out a bit and you saw him walk up the stairs before he took someone’s hand. Of course it was Yoona, who else would it be? You chuckled bitterly before swallowing the liquid. The boy in the vampire costume had his back turn to the scene since he was talking to you. Unaware that your ex and his girlfriend went up to an empty bedroom.

“What do you think he’s doing now?” He asked you.

“You probably don’t want to know.” You answered.

“Why do you say that?” He huffed.

“It involves your girlfriend.”

“I kinda figured they never stopped seeing each other honestly.”

He sat down next to you. His expression was rather sad but again who’s wouldn’t be? Seemed like just a painful memory from last year… You quietly offered him the rest of your alcohol. He stared at it for a moment before he took it and chugged it down. You didn’t need much more anyway as you were already starting to feel out of it. The feeling was something that relieved you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, genuinely curious about your well being at the moment.

“I’m relieved and I feel free…” You answered. “It’s not just the alcohol talking. A lot of people say love is a choice at one point and I kept trying to force it on someone who didn’t want to make that choice. I don’t know how to phrase it but I feel much better.”

“That’s good.” He chuckled with a small smile that was warming to the heart.

“Are you okay though?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve felt the same way as you.”

A softer song started to play. The type of song you could feel during a melancholy evening when you were out of it. You actually like it and was a different pace from the last few songs and everyone was too busy to complain.

“Do you want to dance with me?” You turned to ask him. “I think we deserve to enjoy the night too.”

He seemed rather shocked but the abrupt confidence he didn’t see previously. His expression was just blank as he blinked a few times.

“Okay…” He mumbled.

As soon as the letters left his lips you were up and yanking on his hand to pull him up. He trailed behind you to the middle of the living room. He expected for you to let go but you didn’t. You faced him and grabbed his other hand just to move him along with you. Your hands were cold while his were quite warm. It made for that comfortable feeling you loved about the cooler weather. His hands were soft… and pretty which were just bonuses you happened to notice when your hands held each other perfectly.

You had a goofy smile plastered on your face as you felt a little less alone. Your face a bit flushed from the alcohol but it kind of just made him smile in return. With a concept of lost time, the both of you dance with each other (not well but for the sake of good fun) like no one else was like even around you. But in fact you were getting weird stares from other people, maybe it was the uncoordinated moves or maybe it was the fact everything still thought you both had significant others that weren’t each other.

It was clear you both were having the time of your lives though. That’s all that truly mattered in the end. You started laughing and Haechan followed shortly behind you. You leaned on him trying to cover your mouth in an effort to stop but the more he laughed, the more it infected you and the more you laughed the more it got to him…

It was a shocked when Jisung and Yoona had come downstairs from their rendezvous to see you both clear as day under the lilac light in the center of the living room. The tanned boy had his arms wrapped around you as you continued to giggle on his shoulder as you swayed with one another. The look of pure happiness has become almost unknown to the blonde boy… Something in him dropped with that knowledge. It didn’t help that the vampire with the witch looked so much better than the mouse with the witch.

He looked over at Yoona who had her nose scrunched up. It was obvious she was pissed, it seemed like jealousy even. She seemed even more appalled at the face that you and her (ex) boyfriend had walked out of the party arm in arm as she just watched from the stairway. It wasn’t long after she received a text from Haechan breaking up with her.

The next morning you woke up with a hangover. You were still in your costume but in a very unfamiliar bed with the sheets bunched around you. It was only when you looked at the floor and saw the man in the vampire costume curled up on the floor that you realized where you were. He was sound asleep and dare you say cute as you heard little snores from his lips. You looked over at the night stand to see two glasses of water and a bottle of ibuprofen on surface with a note. You took the pills before you even picked up the note.

‘Thanks for giving me the courage to break up with Yoona, finally. Maybe we can be friends.’

You found yourself smiling before you looked over at the boy. Maybe. For some reason you loved that. You got your stuff, ready to go and get home so you could finally clean yourself up and get rid of things. Before you could, the boy woke up with a groan.

“I didn’t even drink much last night but my head hurts still.” Haechan moaned.

“Poor baby.” You mocked with a snicker.

His head popped up as he looked at you through his puffy eyes, “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I woke up not to long ago.”

“Hmm.”

“Thanks for dancing with me last night even though we barely know each other.”

“It was fun…”

You nodded in agreement. You came to him and crouched down next to him.

“And thank you for making me like fall and Halloween again.” You confessed before you left a quick, sweet kiss on his cheek.

He was shocked once again, in a good way though. You were out quicker than he could’ve responded. Perhaps he shouldn’t feel such a ping in his heart if you were two were going to be friends…

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might just turn into a haechan imagine acc whoops

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[7:43am]

You wake up to soft, husky humming as the light that came in from between the curtains blinded you. Though, surprisingly someone came to block the sunlight for you as well as the cool morning air that blew in through the windows that rustled the fabric.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Donghyuck had come to whisper in your ear while stroking your hair.

His soft humming continued only this time he traced patterns with his fingers up and down your skin. You huffed as you stirred a bit in the warm, white sheets.

“Did you have to wake me?” You asked.

He chuckled, “I didn’t mean to.”

You knew. He’d been up for some time before you but not long judging by how he still had his morning voice. Sometimes he did this. You’d wake up to him staring at you with a stupid grin on his face and he hadn’t even realized. He confessed that he would watch you sleep when given the chance, because he found you so breathtaking.

You eyes finally fluttered open, only to see that stupid grin on his face once again. His hair was disheveled and his white t-shirt was as well. Arguably, you could say he was breathtaking as well. His eyes so full of love that even you couldn’t see all of it. You reached up to cup his cheek and rubbed the softness of his skin with your thumb which he gave a small kiss to.

It was sudden when he wrapped his arms around you in order to bring and hold you against him. He left small kisses on the exposed skin your shoulder and neck while his hand burned into your thigh. He came to pepper your face in kisses which you squealed at. He pulled away only to stare at you for a moment before he tried to lean in for a kiss this time. You stopped him.

“Morning breath!” You laughed.

“Oh, c’mon.” Donghyuck whined. “A small price to pay for a kiss from your one true love.”

Truly, you could never say no to him. It was so easy to give into him. You rolled your eyes at him before grabbing the nape of his neck to bring him into a kiss. His grip on you became tighter and he sighed before he smiled against your lips. He continued to leave small kisses on your lips after the deep, passionate one you initiated that morning. He still held onto your waist rather tightly, but at the same time so lovingly. It felt safe and secure in a way you could never trade for the world because it was your world.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the privilege to lay eyes on.” He murmured against your lips. “Hell, to be around and love.”

“Creature?” You questioned as you moved his messy hair back out of his face.

“There’s no way you’re human.” He responded. “You’re too beautiful. You have to be an angel, a celestial being, a goddess seems most fitting.”

You smiled. He really knew his way with words but you couldn’t even be mad because you love it and he managed to make you feel good every time. He continued to coat your skin with kisses that morning as you played with his hair.

It was a good morning indeed. All warm and fuzzy, full of smiles and laughs.

“I hope you know I meant every word of it, my love.”

“I love you, too, Hyuck.”

#ive been gone bc writers block #but 🧍‍♀️#ive never had this many notes before #thank you 🥹🥹#im glad ppl like my daydreams of love (that i wish to experience one day)

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🌻 sunflower sheets, sunshine boy - lee donghyuck🌻

requested? Y/N

genre: pre-established best friends to lovers, only one bed, fluff, mentioned mark lee being a lil shit, honestly very self indulgent lmao

content warnings: implied past abuse (it isn't discussed, also pre-established), reader has a lil nightmare

pairing: haechan x gn! reader

wc: 2.3k

a/n: i have SO many WIPs going atm and the motivation to actually write none of them, so i apparently wrote this instead. the only one bed scenario is something that actually happened to me (it did not go this way though i didn't really like the dude we were both just drunk so we shared a mattress lmao. he sucked.) and this all came to me after a nightmare of my own past abuser so this is just self indulgent garbage really lmaooo :') as always feedback is super appreciated even if this is just a lil vignette kinda oneshot! much love to you all mwah mwah 💞💞

You cursed whatever deities may exist for your current predicament as the warmth from Donghyuck's torso radiated over your back. Well, more specifically, you supposed you cursed Mark Lee and his horrendously obvious attempts at matchmaking; a lone double bed made fresh with sunflower patterned linens that emanated a faint lemony scent sat in the small attic of his family home and the other beds somehow already claimed before everyone had gone over to celebrate his birthday. For whatever reason, Donghyuck hadn't seemed to find it suspicious that you and he were the only ones who hadn't been asked where you'd prefer to sleep the week prior. Or if he had, he hadn't mentioned it, simply shooting you a lopsided smile and informing you with a smirk that he sleeps shirtless before accepting the arrangements without question.

And so here you were, rolling to lie on your back and stare at the ceiling, where in the dark your brain conjured warping patterns that didn't exist as if trying to distract you from your racing thoughts. A small square of moonlight bathed golden skin next to you, filtering through the window on the roof like a spotlight. Donghyuck let out a small snore and you wondered how on earth he was able to sleep so easily like this, his feet grazing yours under the sprawling duvet and his face smushed unceremoniously into the pillow he'd claimed for his own. The trees rustled outside in the audible breeze, a sound that would lull you into peaceful dreams any other time. Yet you'd never felt more awake in your life than you did at that moment.

You hadn't exactly protested yourself; in fact you knew Mark would be awaiting your exuberant thanks for giving you such an opportunity with a man only he knew you to have had a silent crush on for years by that point. But you were far too stubborn to actually admit that his plan was pretty decent. You knew if you'd dissented he would have found other sleeping arrangements for you without complaint, but his smugness had almost felt like a challenge, and you were adamant you’d never lose a challenge to Mark of all people.

You and Donghyuck had been best friends for longer than you could even remember—he'd seen so many of your triumphs and losses, your highs and lows, the big moments in your life and the little ones you didn't even know if he remembered and treasured the way you did—and far be it from you to threaten a connection you weren't sure you'd find again if you lost him. Your heart raced and you prayed it didn't cut through the silence in actuality the way it consumed your sense of hearing, pulse thrumming in your ears like a kick drum. After probably too many minutes of being definitely too aware of the process of breathing, Donghyuck stirred with a small groan and turned to face you.

"Can't sleep?" He asked groggily, rubbing at his sleep laden eyes with a clumsy fist before looking up at you through heavy eyelashes.

"No," you responded simply, voice coming out as more of a hoarse whisper than you'd intended. He nodded, and you heard it against the fabric of the pillowcase. A weighted silence followed briefly, the air weirdly stuffy, and you felt like you were fighting for breath. You eventually looked over to find him watching your face, contemplative, as if studying every detail for the first time.

"Do you wanna, like, cuddle or something?" You blinked at him, amazed as always at the way he was able to be so bold as if it were no big deal. He threw the suggestion out so casually that it threw you off. If it were any of your other friends you would have laughed, joked about it and probably accepted because of the comfort the contact provided, but in your lovesick state you found yourself entirely frozen where you laid.

"Um," you faltered, biting the inside of your cheek. He exhaled through his nose, a somewhat-laugh quiet enough to be appropriate for the time of night, and smiled up at you, though you didn't feel strong enough to look at said smile for more than a few seconds. Truly dazzling, you thought.

"It was a totally good-natured suggestion," he clarified, feet nudging yours again but more purposefully this time. He resisted the urge to intertwine his legs with yours fully and moved his hair from where it had fallen in front of his tired eyes, still looking at you with more focus than you felt you desired. "Since I know you like the touch and it might help you sleep. There's no pressure, you can say no." You smiled at him, grateful for the way he offered you an out so considerately, but you then realised this wasn't a situation you were in often. And, in your humble opinion, if there were any time to indulge in such timid desires, it totally would be at buttfuck o'clock in the morning with your entire friend group a floor below.

"Sure." His eyes widened slightly; he obviously didn't expect you to agree, but his expression quickly softened when he noticed you falter. Before you could change your mind or stutter out a nervous string of "but only if you wanna!" adjacent sentences, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. As if on instinct, your fingers tried to ball into his shirt; however in its absence it looked more like you were trying to pinch at his chest. It made him laugh heartily, your face heating up, though he appeared to think the teasing was best saved for later as he bit his tongue and adjusted his arm to lie under your neck.

"Comfy?" He asked gently, breath hot on your ear before he nuzzled his chin against your head. You nodded the best you could, nudging further into his neck as you let his warmth consume you. He let himself slip a little further, tangling his legs with yours just a bit to see if you’d back away and feeling his heart swell when you intertwined them further. His other arm rested loosely over your waist, steady breathing inspiring yours to mimic, and before you could even realise how tired you were the security his presence offered you finally lured you to sleep.

The peace apparently didn't want to linger, however, as only an hour later Donghyuck awoke again to you trembling in his hold. He looked down at you blearily as your hand clutched at his side and your breathing staggered. He took a moment to come to and realise what was happening before shaking you gently to wake you up.

It happened with a start, your breath catching dramatically in your throat as your eyes blew wide. He shushed you gently, one hand stroking through your hair, as you silently searched his face with frantic pupils. They weren't looking for anything in particular; just the familiarity your heart apparently craved, your brain fighting to come back to reality fully and shake the remnants of the nightmare that plagued you.

"Are you okay?" His voice was so quiet it was barely audible, hand ceaseless in its careful motions. "Seemed like you were having a bad dream."

"Yeah," you whispered unsteadily, suddenly aware of the hand with which you held onto his side like you were scared he'd vanish from under it. He hummed in understanding, tightening his hold a little.

"Was it about who I think it was?"

"Yeah," you repeated, still too internally distressed to show any real outward emotions the way you wanted to. "They're less frequent these days, but y'know." He hummed again, hand dropping to draw comforting circles into the skin of your hip and bring you back a little.

"Just try to focus on me," he murmured, still obviously sleepy. You nodded, doing your best to divert every conscious thought you had to his movements, his breathing, his very presence; and after a few moments you felt grounded enough to actually form sentences.

"You always know how to help," you laughed drily, voice low. You knew your friends couldn't hear you; even beyond the floor difference they were all insanely heavy sleepers, to the point you'd think they never slept a day in their life. Donghyuck giggled against your hair, more high pitched than he'd like, and manoeuvred you both so that he was lying on his back with your head resting on his chest. His heartbeat was steady against your cheek, and his hold remained tight. "What time is it?"

"I dunno, like, four in the morning?" He shrugged at his own estimate, phone too far on the nightstand for him to bother finding out. "Why?"

"Because." Your insecurity leaked through into your mumbles but you couldn't find it in you to care, knowing beyond your own mild discombobulation that Donghyuck was not all there himself. "I just think early morning hours are the time to be vulnerable."

"True." He stared at the ceiling, thumb massaging your shoulder absentmindedly. "Why, did you wanna talk about it?"

You took a deeper breath to try and steady yourself before snuggling into the crook of his neck. "I just think I had that nightmare because I'm sleeping with you."

"That sounds like something I should be offended by," he chuckled breathily. "Why me?"

"I mean. Being helplessly in love with you complicates a lot of things." You'd spoken before you could allow yourself to hesitate, though now that the words were out there and his body had stiffened beneath you regret started flooding your nerves, burning them like an electrical current under water.

"What?"

"You heard me," you pouted, growing more self-conscious by the second.

"Just wanted to make sure I heard you right." Another tense silence followed, one that made your ears ring and your chest flutter. "What does that have to do with the nightmare?"

"I dunno, just. The usual shit, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and all that stuff again. It's scary at the best of times, even without everything that happened with Hyunwoo." You hated the way your tongue felt jammed, unable to express the fear that festered like rot in the bottom of your heart. It was pervasive, parasitic almost, something you struggled to cast out even if you had reduced its impact greatly in the years since you'd escaped. You looked up to find him watching you yet again, expression fond and curious. "You can do a lot of work," you tried, brows furrowed as you searched for the words. "You help yourself as much as you can, you do the therapy, you get better at functioning, all that stuff." He nodded, entirely attentive and patient, giving you the odd encouraging squeeze around your shoulders. He could tell you'd been wanting to get this all off your chest for a while.

"You've come a really long way since then, we're all proud of you," he smiled when you hesitated, wary of interrupting but not wanting to lose the moment to tell you. While Donghyuck was one to poke fun a lot—one to be sarcastic, one to make constant jokes—he was also always the first to compliment you and encourage you, a balance you were always thankful to have in your life.

"Thank you," you grinned, continuing. "But it doesn't matter how much work you do when you meet someone you fall for because you kinda have to accept that there's a whole other kind of shit under the surface that you can't unpack on your own, and you have to hope the person you've found sees all that and tells you ‘it's okay’ while you figure your shit out together."

"Everyone has their own baggage." You sat up a little to look at his thoughtful expression, moonlight shimmering on his soft features. After a moment of intense eye contact, he broke the silence with a serene smile. "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"It's okay." You stared at him for a moment, his words running laps around your own in your brain, the simplest kind of acceptance that seemed to short circuit you as your heart swelled. "And hey, I’m pretty in love with you too, so maybe you're not that hopeless."

"Is my want to kiss you right now equally as not hopeless?" You asked somewhat clumsily, grin mischievous. He took a moment to gawk at you being the bold one for a change before smirking, shaking his head.

"If you wanna kiss me so bad then do it."

You stared at him for a while longer, his gaze unwaveringly confident, and in sensing your slight hesitation he chuckled complacently before being the one to take the dive. You weren’t sure if it was the time of morning or the rawness in vulnerability that made you feel slightly delirious, head spinning as your mind took a second to catch up. The feeling of his lips on yours was unfamiliar but far from unwelcome, the warmth he radiated spreading like fire from the legs that twined together to the cheeks he cradled so tenderly. He smiled against your lips, breaking the kiss with a slightly bashful laugh, and you swear you saw galaxies in his eyes with the way he looked at you.

“What are you laughing at?” You watched him bewilderedly, the pull of his lips increasingly adoring as he pulled your head back to his neck and rocked you in his arms with another childish giggle.

“I’ve just wanted to do that for longer than you know.” His voice was angelic and light, like chimes in the wind, making you smirk against his collarbones. “It’s okay,” he repeated in a gaily hum, hold on you safe and reassuring. “We’ll get through anything, together.”

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#for 🥺🥺 hours #genuinely crying #this was needed #it hit everything perfectly

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haechan would buy you any little thing you like to collect. whether you know it or not, he listens to when you talk about the things you hyper fixate on. he would go through hell to wait in a queue or have a reminder for a sale to buy you what you like, if it meant to see the smile on your face. he brushes it off when you tell him, “how did you remember that i told you i loved these?” or “how did you know i didn’t have this one?” in the end, you end up throwing yourself in his arms, pampering his face with kisses as a thank you.

#for 🥺🥺 hours #why can't I have someone like this its all I want

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─ .❛ LEE HAECHAN ₎ 🎸 ˀˀ

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

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

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

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

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☆ camellia ☆

♩: camellia - slchld

pairings: haechan x gn!reader. genres: springtime fluff. warnings: casual profanity. synopsis: you're the prettiest flower earth has ever witnessed.

haechan calls you many things. baby. bestie. angel. stink bug. my love. stupid ass. bro. haechan also likes to get you flowers when you least expect flowers because—he tells you—when he’s with you, it’s like spring never left.

when haechan gets you flowers, it’s never a small bundle of five roses picked up from the supermarket or a standard arrangement from an outdated catalogue of an online store. it’s peonies; soft pink buds opening to cream. black pearl lisianthus for date nights and fragrant tuberoses on days when the night feels a little colder than usual. haechan never forgets to let you know that you are loved, treasured. so he sends you peach tulips—sixty-nine of them (you counted and have confronted him about the specific number). sometimes, he leaves a bundle of spring-kissed ranunculuses in your locker and an undercooked cupcake—homemade, you presume. sometimes, he gifts you a single white daisy which he stealthily nicks from his vengeful neighbour’s backyard. he’s done it thrice and has never been caught.

on one morning in early june, you woke up to blushing spring at your doorsteps; a huge bed of hot pink camellias on a low, round glass vase. that week, your entire living room smelled like spring.

haechan will probably never tell you this, not because he’s got a lion’s pride, he’s just—get this—shy. when he sat across you in a booth of a rundown diner on the side of a forest highway during a late night drive home from his lacrosse game, and when he watched as you took a large bite of the cheeseburger, smiling, mouth full, at how good the sauce was, haechan knew he wanted you. to be with you. to watch you eat cheeseburgers for the rest of his life.

he wished diners didn’t have to close.

that night, haechan thought about writing you a poem. something short with a bit of edge like dickinson. or perhaps a haiku. but he barely passed literature and rhymes were the least of concerns right now. then he thought of flowers. his form of poetic expression. a sixth love language you never knew existed.

haechan calls you many things. but you love it most when he calls you his camellia. for as long as spring still sings and the sun still shines, you’ll always be his most precious camellia.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAECHAN 🐻☀️ (00.06.06)

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[7:43am]

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Donghyuck had come to whisper in your ear while stroking your hair.

His soft humming continued only this time he traced patterns with his fingers up and down your skin. You huffed as you stirred a bit in the warm, white sheets.

“Did you have to wake me?” You asked.

He chuckled, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Morning breath!” You laughed.

“Oh, c’mon.” Donghyuck whined. “A small price to pay for a kiss from your one true love.”

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the privilege to lay eyes on.” He murmured against your lips. “Hell, to be around and love.”

“Creature?” You questioned as you moved his messy hair back out of his face.

“There’s no way you’re human.” He responded. “You’re too beautiful. You have to be an angel, a celestial being, a goddess seems most fitting.”

It was a good morning indeed. All warm and fuzzy, full of smiles and laughs.

“I hope you know I meant every word of it, my love.”

“I love you, too, Hyuck.”