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ohmygs-blog · 6 days
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boyfriend haechan.
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diorcities · 11 months
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moon boy
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pairing: haechan x fem!reader, afab!reader.
genre: fluff, smut.
content: breast groping, multiple orgasms, oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex, haechan overstim himself, lazy sex overall. enjoy !
an: hbd to my beloved @djxia0 。゚゚・。・゚゚。
masterlist.
margaret atwood was right when she said «i exist in two places. here, and where you are» whenever your boyfriend was out of town. finding yourself looking for parallels of you in every romance. smelling fragrances that remind you of him. sounds. music. movies. books. overthinking. does he also remind you when he sees things? smiling for no reason other than your name showing up on his mind.
it's almost impossible not to look at him. his face calm, asleep peacefully beside you. the same hands that pinned you on the bed while making love to you after what felt like years away from each other, now lie lazily on your back, locking you in his chest, which slowly rises and falls. half-open fleshy lips, which make you want to kiss. a knot of limbs from the waist down.
you lose track of time. hours pass. minutes. or perhaps seconds until his eyes open, first waking up from his sleep, and then he watches you. he gives you a tired smile, before securing the grip and drawing you further towards him. “creepy woman,” he says, leaving a kiss on your forehead. “what you mean?” you ask, trying to play it cool. he hums. “you really have to love me to stare at me while i sleep.” little did you know that he did the same when you were sleeping a few minutes ago.
“i'm just afraid that someone will come and take you while i sleep.” he stops stretching his muscles to look at you, his hands caressing the skin on your arm. “i won't go anywhere.” haechan kisses you passionately, his lazy tongue playfully teasing yours. deepening the kiss as he hover over you, your hands go to his cheeks, while you melt at his caresses. feeling an entire galaxy explode within you. gently biting his puffy lips, trying to encapsulate the moment and make it infinite. he breaks the kiss and looks at you, searching for any other insecurity, but these have faded. “can you breathe with my weight on you?” he asks. nodding, you wish he knows that it's the only way to breathe you know.
your eyes move to the clock on the bedside table. he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, spreading small kisses on your skin. you haven't dressed since the last time you made love. your skins touch each other unscrupulously, feeling each other's warmth. caressing each part already explored. knowing each other's favorite spots. tracing paths on his back, wide and soft, hearing him sigh with pleasure. “would like to eat now?” you ask after minutes of comfortable silence. he hums in agreement. “some pasta?” you suggest, feeling him shake his head. “what, then?.” he comes out of hiding, and looks at you. eyes gleaming and hinting something you don't take long to guess.
haechan smiles drowsily, before kissing you carefully. he leaves short, deep kisses on your lips, more and more sloppy, until he slides his mouth down your jaw and down. his head is lost under the covers, as he leaves a path of kissing to your crotch. you move the fabric away in one movement, wanting to get drunk from the view. “you look so heavenly right now, honey,” he states, watching your breathing increase. “let me have a taste of you, i bet you taste just like you look.”
a lash of pure euphoria invades you when his tongue licks your folds, before feeling it in your clitoris, rocking it up and down. silky. tasting you. when he hums with bliss on the exposed skin, it sends electrical currents to your senses. his hands hold your legs open while delighting in your taste, eventually going to your breasts, rubbing his thumb on your nipples and cupping them in his hands as his tongue twirl and lick you like a starved man. bobbing his head, and moving it from one side to another as he can't get enough of you. hands pulling his hair when he hits just where you want it. “there, hyuck...” you breathe, “there.” while blinking and moaning, letting him know how good he was eating you out. feeling your mind blurring, and your heart beating erratically.
you gasp for air. “oh, h-hyck,” he delights every time you pronounce his name. he swears it's the most beautiful sound in the world. your body shakes when he sucks gently, back arching and toe-curling, raising your legs on his shoulders, revealing a now reachable area that his tongue soon attacks. your hands make the sheets fists when the pleasure is unbearable, when your muscles tense and relax again as the sweet ecstasy bathes you whole. haechan enjoys the view of you, drinking your naked body and the few love marks he made in the previous encounters, before hovering over you. his weight is distributed in one hand next to your head, while his is buried in your neck.
you receive him by rubbing his back, pulling him to you, and leaving little kisses on his shoulders. his available hand caresses your hips and thighs, and his lips spread love in all the areas he can reach. he does it until he gets tired, and then, brushes his length at your entrance. your excitement causes it to slip into you with ease, gently. wanting to drink and feel every stimulus, every reaction of your bodies to coming together. “so pretty, moaning my name,” he praises you, “so fucked. shit, i'd love to breed you.”
“push it all inside,” you plead, aching for him. “so greedy.” you bring your hands to his butt and push him in. a high-pitched moan leaves his lips, as his length buries deeper in your pussy. a giggle full of pleasure runs through you that ends in a whimper. you bite your lip, wrapping your legs around his waist as he adjusts in the proper position before starting to penetrate you. he takes his pace, feeling you take him so well. he thinks he's going to lose his mind if you keep moaning like that. with slow, deep strokes that drives you crazy.
his hands seek yours, interlacing your fingers with his. lips going to lips. soft moans filling the air as he pumps you just right. legs trembling on either side of his hips, bringing him closer, causing him to grind against you, rocking his cock side to side, and up and down inside you, stimulating forgotten areas that make you twitch under his weight. he has always known how to find those spots, make you feel this good. possessing the perfect size to fill you, to light fireworks in your chest.
his moans are melody to your ears, caressing his hair, letting him use you as he pleases. hearing him struggle to keep the pace, because it's so hard when you're wailing in his ear and throbbing like that around his stimulated cock. no stamina left. both drained from past encounters. fucking each other senseless. yet not able to stop until you have the last essence of the other. until the sky runs out of stars.
haechan seeks your gaze. making eye contact, you bathe in the warmth of his brown eyes, like taking a shot of espresso on a rainy morning. like melted chocolate. as love would feel. burning and blooming inside out as the climax devours and leaves only quivers that shake your whole body. haechan curses. “where do you want it?” he wants to know. he holds it until you answer “inside.” resulting in spasms that shake his body as he releases inside you. filling you with his hot cum, until he empties himself. he keeps rocking his hips into you while pretty whimpers falls from his lips. even though you're still drunk from your high, you can't help but tighten the grip on his waist, and let him fuck you again. “fuck,” he says with a raspy moan.
he can't have enough of you. you both can't have enough of each other. and he's been far from you for so long, that your high arrives just by grinding into each other. your body quivers due to the euphoria draining you completely, while you sense haechan's legs trembling, “o-oh fuck, love.” yet he doesn't stop. when he gets up to lock eyes with you, you catch his face contracted in an unbearable look, with furrowed eyebrows and eyes glossy, thrusting you with a sloppy pace. his breathing, ragged and uneven, let out drawn-out groans. forehead creased and cheeks painted with the prettiest shade of pink. “you're so beautiful,” you whisper, “cum in me, hyuck.” you push him in with your hands, and it's the only thing that takes him to finally reach his climax.
you trap him in your embrace until his seed starts to come out of you along with your arousal, unwrapping your legs so he can slide out of you once he passes his high, resting his length on your stomach.
“give me a minute, baby, i physically can't move right now,” he states, dropping all his weight on you, nuzzling his nose in your neck. lips awkwardly leaving small, wet kisses. “just absorbing how good you felt.” his hand rubs circles on your thigh while he hums, melting under the caresses that your fingers leave on his scalp. a minute passes and haechan doesn't move. “hyuck, love,” you call his name softly, but there's no answer.
he has fallen asleep again.
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jhypeach · 10 months
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pairing: haechan x fem reader warnings: angry and jealous sex, edging, orgasm denial, fem receiving, male receiving, blowjob, squirting, fingering, self-play, smut smut word count: 1k+ an: my first haechan fic OMG! i got so into him lately that it drives me crazy 😭 anyways enjoy my first fic for hyuck
It's been an hour since you returned to your shared apartment, and Haechan hasn't spoken to you. From the moment he asked you to go home and to the ride home. Now inside your shared apartment, he couldn't even spare you a glance. You get out of the bathroom to see your boyfriend resting his back on the headboard of your shared bed, reading something, or should you say, busying himself as the book is upside down.
"Baby, is something wrong?" You asked him, but he ignored you again and went inside the bathroom. You followed him inside as he was stripping off. You took off your robe and joined him. You hugged your boyfriend from the back, kissing his shoulder blades before placing your chin on his right shoulder. "Love," you said seductively as you run your hands on his upper body, down to his torso. Before you could even reach his shaft, he caught your wrist, "Do you think you deserve a good fuck tonight, y/n?" Haechan asked as he pulled you in front of him. Walking closer and closer to you, crashing your bareback on the cold tile of the wall.
"Don't I, baby?" You rebutted as you attempted to claim his lips. He moved his face sideways, making your lips land on his cheeks and his lips perfectly on your ears. "Not when some guy was eyeing you earlier." He licked the back of your ears, going to your jaw, "Making them see you in a view that is only mine, hmm?" he licked your jaw as he grabbed and pulled you closer by your left thigh. His shaft is actually nudging your entrance.
You moved closer to him to make it enter your pussy. "Not so easy, baby" he made your back face him, his hands trailing down to your core as his other hand wrapped your neck. You could feel his fingertips getting closer to your inner thigh. The could tip if it sent shivers to your body, making you whimper to his touch. "This is mine," he said as his fingers made circles above your entrance and clitoris, "Got it? All mine" he kissed your neck, leaving love marks on it and biting it.
Haechan inserted two fingers in your hole without warning. You inhaled sharply to the cold slender finger that entered your genitalia. "So tight," he said as he pumped his fingers inside you a few times before adding two more, "That's how big I am, right?" he asked as he licked your neck and shoulder blades. "Bigger, b-baby… ahh," he continued thrusting his fingers inside you as his hand around your neck tightened. "Haech.. ahh-im… clo-," He didn't even let you finish your statement when he pulled his fingers out of your hole.
"Not yet" He pulled you down, leveling your face on his dick. He stroked it for a while and put it closer to your lips. You partly opened your mouth, letting the tip of his cock circling on your lips. "Will you suck me good, y/n?" he asked with a sweet smile plastered on his face while holding his shaft very close to your mouth. You nod as you wrap your hands around his long, hard rock shaft. You kissed it a few times, then licked it as you massaged his balls too. Slowly, you slid it inside your mouth, bobbing your head and slowly getting the pace.
"Look at me, love," he said as Haechan grabbed your hair to make you look at him, "Should I move it?" he asked, caressing your cheeks and wiping your drool. "Hngh.., Hngh" was your only response as you grabbed his legs to pull him closer, and his dick deeper into your throat and swallowing on it.
His grip on your hair tightened as he thrust deep into your mouth, "You like deepthroats, don't you, baby?" he asked, catching his breath as he pounded hard in your mouth, "Hngh… Hngh". The vibrations of your response send shivers down his whole body, making him pound even harder. Tears are slowly forming in your eyes as his dick hits your uvula. "Fuck" his last remarks before he pulled you up and made you encircle your legs around his hips, aligning his tip in your entrance. "Move it," he commanded as he walked to the sink and stood in front of the mirror.
He kissed you hungrily, licking, sucking, biting, and nibbling your tongue and lips. Haechan made you lean your back on the wall, resting his right hand on the wall near your face while his other hand played with your nipples. You have your arms interlaced around his nape to hold your weight. He continued pounding inside you, rough and deep, as his kisses went down to your neck. "Look at us in the mirror, y/n." he said as he bit and left marks on your neck, "Ahh…ahh," you moaned as his shaft kept hitting your good spot.
You bit your lower lip as you felt another wave of orgasm nearing. "I'm close, ahh," you said, ruffling his hair to release some tension. He continued shoving his dick inside you at the same pace. Your legs are already shaking, wanting to release, "I'm coming, pl-please ahh." And he pulled out once again, "To the closet, in front of your full-length mirror," Haechan's last statement as he put you down.
As you reach the closet, you sit on the chair across from the full-length mirror. You spread your legs and saw how glistening your core was already. Wanting to release badly, you played with yourself with your fingers. You inserted two fingers and pumped them inside you, "ahh, ahh," you moaned as you clenched around your fingers. You were about to insert another finger when Haechan entered, and this very view put a smirk on his face. "Baby, no coming until I say so"
He knelt in front of you and licked your inner thigh. "Continue pumping," he said as his tongue reached your entrance. His tongue played with your clitoris, sucking and nibbling it with his lips. His hands slowly reached for your boobs and kneaded them. "Do you like your view?" he asked as his tongue entered your pussy. "Hngh" a whimper was the only answer you made, "Use your words, love" his tongue replaced your fingers that were thrusting inside you, "Yes… Hyuck, please," you begged as your legs quivered for another release. "Squirt on my mouth, love," he said, sucking your genitals.
Seconds later, you release for the first time of the night, "I said squirt, love," he said, still sucking your entrance and kneading your boobs, and so you did. Squirted in his mouth, catching your breath and huffing for air. "That's my girl," he said and stood up and kissed your lips. You can actually taste your cum in his mouth. "Come on, love. Let's clean you up," he said as he returned to the bathroom and kissed your temple. "You haven't released yet," you said as he walked you two inside the bathroom, "Later, I'll do it inside you"
"What was that for?" You asked Haechan while you two were relaxing in the tub. "Hmm?" he asked. "The sudden ignoring of my presence?" you added, rolling your eyes even if he can't see it. He let out a chuckle, pulled you closer to his chest, and gently kissed your shoulder blades, "I got annoyed by the number of guys eyeing my girl earlier." Now it was your turn to let out a chuckle, "Don't worry, baby. Your dick is still my favorite," you said and laughed with him.
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obese4haechan · 1 year
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The After Party.
pairings: fratboy!haechan x shy!reader
genre: smut a bit of fluff <3
warnings: reader smokes weed and drinks alcohol with haechan, protected sex! haechan and the reader are basically both switches.
wc: 2800-2700 ish
note: THE NEW AYO TEASER PHOTOS literally sparked an idea in my brain. FRAT LMFAO. some songs i'd recommend while reading are Her way by PartyNextDoor, Wine Pon You Doja Cat, and Slow Down Bobby V. i hope u enjoy it! 🫶🏽
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You were so damn sick of studying, college genuinely was not what you were expecting growing up but you learned to adjust to the environment. Constant all nighters, having no money, horrible teachers, and the drug deals around campus. Not to mention the cliques, you thought cliques would be left alone in high school but god it's almost as if it had gotten worse. One of the worst being the frats, you couldn't put into words how much you hated all 9 of those boys. They were just so icky and annoying though you've never gotten to know them, you figured distance was best. Half of the girls around campus had already been knocked up or at least in some sort of relationship with one of them, you'd often hear gossip about the boys in the bathroom from girls who couldn't notice your presence. And of course even your roommate's (which were your best friends) were so damn obsessed with them, "Cmon y/n, you gotta find at least one of em cute?" your best friend Imani groaned. Imani was on the cheer team not necessarily apart of any clique's just very known, so obviously she'd spoken to the boys before. "Shit if she doesn't I do." the other girl laughed, "Well I mean.. HOW I COULD I NOT.. it's just they're so corny.." you stuttered as the girls smirked at you. "What?" you said confused. "You definitely are feeling one of them." Imani snickered, "So who?" You couldn't think of his name off the top of your head, "You know... the one with the moles and babyface." you asked. "OH MY GOD Y/N." Imani snorted, "What?" you yelled smiling. both girls fell over on the loveseat stomachs hurting from laughter, Imani gained her strength and sat up "You like Donghyuck."
Donghyuck. his name was Donghyuck, during class you honestly couldn't get your mind off of him. "I mean i've never heard any girls talking about how good his sex was" you thought to yourself. He really was cute, every time you saw him he was either smiling, cracking jokes, or keeping to himself. "Y/n? answer for number seven?" you had snapped out of your daydream, "W-w Huh?" your professor glared at you, you could've sworn this man hated you or could just tell when you were most vulnerable. You had a high C in his class but he honestly sucked at teaching and you'd never blame yourself over a shitty teacher. "I said could you give me the answer to number seven." you immediately sat up staring at the projector screen "Uhm.." you knitted your eyebrows and squinted your eyes "x/4 sir." you heard a voice behind you speak "Thank you young man looks like y/n's mind is a bit scrambled." your professor joked, you didn't laugh at all in fact it was humiliating.
The bell rung and you nearly sprinted out of class "Hey!" someone screamed, the school was so damn loud you didn't even think about anyone calling for you. There were definitely FAST footsteps behind you so you instinctively turned around and you were met with the Donghyuck that was in your head all period. "How didn't I know he was in my class? I mean there are at least over one hundred students but." you thought, "Oh uhm.. I just wanna say thank you for that back there." He was thanking you? "Why?" you asked. "I mean number seven was the only one I had even tried to do and he's been on my case this entire unit, you saved my ass more than you know to be honest." he smiled keeping the strongest eye contact, you were trying so hard to keep calm, not get flustered, don't smile. "Oh it's okay really thank yo-" a group of eight boys came marching up behind the boy, he turned around was and then back to you "You can call me Hyuck." he smiled. "Haechan's finally getting game it looks like?" one of the tall boys said, "Haechan? who's Haechan?" you asked. "Well Haechan is the one you were just talking to pretty, and i'm Yuta." you flinched at the nickname, "Well yeah that's so awesome i'll get going!" you said ironically, trying to get away any moment you could before Imani caught you talking to the men you despised. "W-wait." Haechan stuttered following you, you turned around "Do you think you could come to our house party tonight?" he asked. You honestly thought about it, drinks, fun music and maybe weed. You honestly needed a distraction and a house party sounded good. "Before you give me an excuse there's no homework until next week even if there is lemme do it for you, cmon love." Haechan stuck his hands into his pockets tilting his head to the side. God he was doing things to you, "Well I guess so i'd have to ask my friend.. if you don't mind her coming." you held eye contact with him as long as you could, "Deal." he smirked, "Don't worry about the address I promise you'll know where it is." Haechan said walking backwards with his hands still in those stupid pockets, he still was just so corny.
"So you're telling me he invited you to a party?" Imani shouted outside of the dorm, "God yes shout a little louder.." you groaned "Sorry... but ARE YOU GOING?" she screamed once inside the dorm. "Yes... I am, I asked if i could bring you as well and he said yeah." you said slipping out of your Ugg boots "Girl we literally have to get ready right now." Imani ran to her side of the room, "Whyyyyy.. I'm so tired." you said as you jumped onto the bed. "Get your tired ass up y/n I literally need to be intoxicated." Imani grabbed something skimpy out of her closet. "So you're gonna go looking like that and all you wanna do is drink or smoke?" you laughed as you got up. Imani always knew how to dress and do her makeup well for the occasion, she was kinda god sent. "I meannnnn that one named Johnny really is cute, i've spoken to him a couple times i'd say we're associates he's a sweetheart." Imani blushed, "Oh please don't break a sweat we have to get dressed." you rolled your eyes. "Y/n bitch DONT."
You and imani had took an Uber to the house it wasn't very packed just yet, a few cars and music already jumping. You two walked inside arm to arm, there they were. All of the boys were on the couch "Imaniii!" Johny yelled at as he got up to hug her. "Associates my ass." you thought, and then you saw him sat on the couch legs spread hand placed on his thigh which was covered by his white jeans he was deep into his phone until more guests came and he looked up to catch you staring at him. "Heyyy!! it's the pretty girl from my chem class, c'mere." Haechan said patting against the spot beside him, you walked over and sat down you were both so close as you sat next to the arm of the couch. "Hi." you spoke a bit quietly intimidated with how close you two were, "You comfortable?" Haechan asked putting his phone down and giving you undivided attention. "Mhm.. my name's Y/n by the way." you smiled to him, "Oh I know." Haechan smirked. "How? I never even told you." you questioned, "I have my ways." he cockily said. "Mhm sure." you laughed, "Do you want something to drink?" Haechan asked as he sat up "Yeah yeah anything with alcohol please." you smiled looking up into his eyes "You're so cute." he said before walking away. You will admit that you had butterflies definitely he looked so damn good nevertheless he smells amazing as well. You looked around for Imani when you saw she was already touching all over Johnny, "Shes about to have sex within the first hour.. shes not even drunk yet." you thought to yourself giggling out loud. Haechan came back with your drinks before he sipped his you asked to take his instead, naturally he didn't hesitate. "Already wanting to drink my things we aren't even together yet." he teased "Yours just looks better." you teased back. Maybe this was flirting I mean anything he did had an effect on you, when he looked deep into your eyes it made you feel so good you wanted to always feel like that.
The alcohol had begun to kick in you asked Haechan if any of the boys had weed and if he smoked, he answered yes to both. Imani had completely disappeared with Johnny you assumed she was probably fucking him by now or took off somewhere, but you knew to text her. After Haechan got some you asked if you two could smoke upstairs away from the noise, he agreed. You both walked into a bedroom as Haechan closed the door behind you two, He began to roll up. "You ready y/n?" he sat beside you taking out a lighter, you nodded your head as Haechan took the first drag. He coughed and cursed after inhaling the drug he was so adorable, he gave you the joint as you began to smoke it as well. "Hm, no coughing you must be a pro?" Haechan teased "No no no.. not at all, just really needed this thank you." you giggled as you hiccuped "You know when you couldn't answer that question in class.. I was so relieved." he said taking a long slow hit. "Hmm why?" you asked in confusion, he scooted so close the both of your legs were touching "I'd been wanting you for the longest time." he calmly said handing you the blunt "What?" you coughed, the first time you coughed ever since you two had been in this room Haechan laughed at that. "What do you mean what? I said what I said." You were so close you could see the pores in his skin, "I- i just wasn't expecting that out of you, you seem like the innocent one out of all your friends.." you teased "Innocent? I haven't even done anything to you yet." he inched a bit closer to you. "Yet, you think im that easy Donghyuck?" you whispered taking another hit, "Easy? no. Attracted to me? yes." he whispered back. Haechan took the blunt out of your hand staring at you, the tension was enough to make you go absolutely insane.
"If you're not so easy let me shotgun you." He said with knitted brows, you honestly started to blush you've never been shotgunned before whenever you smoked it was with your best friends. "Are you too scared?" he asked, "Of course not.." you quickly said. "Alright love." he said as he took a long hit, then flicking the blunt out of his hand he grabbed your face and put his lips onto yours. He was holding his breath for so long he began to moan into your mouth. Smoke going down your throat and out of your nose, Your hands began to travel lower down his body. You didn't even stop kissing him until he pulled his shirt off, his skin was so warm and soft. He moaned and whined into your mouth as you moved against his crotch. "Something told me you'd be a tease." he whined, you put your mouth against his neck kissing and sucking onto the skin the way he jerked up you assumed it was a sensitive spot of his. You sucked on his neck leaving marks as you dry humped his crotch, once you sucked his neck leaving wet spot's you'd blow cold air onto it. "Fuck Y/n.. I really can't take this" Haechan said, "What do you mea-" he cut you off as you were about to tease him more. Haechan took you in his mouth, tongues meeting each other the distinct taste of alcohol and weed made you go ballistic. He made sure to keep your tongue in one spot with his teeth leaving you confused as he began to suck your tongue hard and sloppy, that earned a whimper out of you. Haechan let go of your tongue with a loud pop noise, lifting your skirt as you sat straddling him. "I really want you to sit on my face right now Y/n." he said staring into your eyes, you couldn't hold eye contact when he was speaking like that "O-oh okay.." you stuttered. Face sitting something else you've never done you thought it's pretty self explanatory, "Can I take your panties off?" Haechan asked. "Yes.. of course." you sat on his bare chest as he reassured you about all of your worries. "You ready now, love?" he said rubbing circles into your thighs, "Mhm." you began to pull yourself up to his face. "Baby I said sit on it not sit over it." Haechan said causing you to look down, "I'm sorry!.. but are you sure I won't like suffocate you?" you asked. "Yes! now sit down." he laughed, you sat down like he asked and immediately began to moan.
Haechan was licking over your clit before just sucking it, then dragging his tongue across your cunt. You grabbed his black hair starting to guide yourself, Haechan smirked at this hoping you felt more comfortable. "Mm- god! Donghyuck it feels too good." you weren't getting that much of a response so you began to lift yourself a bit more, until Haechan slammed you back down "So pretty and warm." he moaned muffled against your pussy. The amount things you were feeling at once was pure ecstasy, the butterflies, the alcohol, marijuana and the boy between your legs. You slowly rode his face constantly whining and shaking, strangely still holding eye contact with Haechan. God he was so hard he felt like he would just bust out of his pants any moment, you were getter closer you could feel it so could Haechan. "Come on, baby" he moaned as your pace quickened, "F-fuck donghyuck I'm really close." you whined it felt too good. "Then let go for me pretty." you couldn't hold anything in after that cumming on his face with a slight scream then moving to lay on the side of him, "I love how you sound when you cum." he said rubbing circles into your back. "It's your turn Donghyuck." you said jumping on top of him "Do you have a condom?" you asked him, "In my back pocket yeah." Haechan pulls it out and pulls his pants down. The tip was a quite red and there was precum dripping out of it his dick had somewhat of a curve in it, you had gotten ten times hornier. You grabbed his cock and began to sink on to it making his nails dig into your sides, "Fuck baby, so tight." he whined. Your head was thrown into the crook on his neck, the curve of his cock hit every angle just right. You began to slowly move "Mm.. so full Donghyuck." you said kissing at his neck, you were going at a torturing pace for him. "Babygirl I can't do this slow." Haechan said grabbing your hips as he started to ram into you. "F-..Fuck!" you yelped, completely unable to speak it felt way too good Haechan was so big the stretch was burning. "Oh just take it I know you can take this dick." he moaned shoving a finger into your mouth. You kept clenching, he knew you were close. "Just look at you, fuck." he groaned slapping your ass making you squeal. "Y/n, show me your face." he demanded, "W-Why?" you questioned he was talking to you while he was still fucking into you. "I wanna see that pretty face when you make me cum." That honestly did it, you squeezed so tight around Haechan whimpering his name as he came inside the condom moaning your name. You both sat there panting the silence was comfortable Haechan's heart was beating extremely fast, his little breaths were as cute as ever. "Y'know you're the only one that calls me Donghyuck and it doesn't piss me off." he says looking into your eyes and giving you a gentle kiss, "Are you thirsty? hungry? bathroom? cuddle? or.. we can forget this never happened whatever makes you most comfortable Y/n your benefit matters most to me because we....." you had honesty zoned out, Haechan was adorable. You pulled him in with a kiss "Oh shut up I'd love to keep our relationship going After The Party."
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tenswrld · 1 year
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get well soon!
haechan x reader, fluff
a/n: sigh ,,,,, when did i become such a big sunflower also idk what this is i think its kinda funny idk haebae is just the sweetest boy
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the door to your room bursted open, causing you to jump out of your skin and yelp in fear. the grip you had on your pencil quickly changed into as if you were holding a knife, but you dropped it in relief upon turning around and finding your boyfriend.
“jeez, haechan you scared the shit out of me,” you whined. your eyebrows furrowed at him after taking in his clearly bothered, frantic state. “what’s wrong?”
“so when were you going to tell me?” he asked with pursed lips, sitting himself on the edge of your bed.
“tell you about what?” you treaded carefully, confused about what had him so worked up.
“don’t act like you don’t know,” haechan scoffed, poking his cheek with his tongue in annoyance. “you weren’t gonna tell me about chenle?”
you blinked at him a few time in hopes that he would elaborate on what he was talking about, but quickly caught on to what he was saying. you couldn’t help but laugh loudly at how he was reacting. “oh, did he tell you?”
haechan huffed and gently nudged your knee with his own in an attempt to stop you from laughing. “i seriously don’t find any of this funny.”
giggling, you tried to grab one of his hands, but haechan (who was feeling petty) gently slapped it away. “haechan, you know his crush is harmless. if he felt comfortable enough to tell you about it, i don’t think you need to worry.”
“okay, but he still has a crush on my girlfriend. like, what the fuck? could he seriously not find anyone else?” haechan rambled, letting you grab his hand this time. “and also, he wasn’t even the one to tell me. jisung slipped up about it earlier.”
“okay, well my point is,” you paused to stand in front of him, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “i’m dating you. i don’t care that chenle has a crush on me, and we both know he would never do anything stupid. besides, the crush ins’t as serious as you’re making it out to be. it’s always gonna be you.”
you could see all the tension fall from haechan’s shoulders as he sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into a hug. “i’m the only person who’s allowed to have a crush on you,” he mumbled into your shirt.
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you had thought that haechan had gotten over finding out that chenle had a very small crush on you, but you were unfortunately very wrong.
the two of you were hanging out with the rest of the dreamies at mark’s place today. normally, you were used to haechan displaying his affection for you in front of other people, but he knew his limits and would never go overboard. today, however, you couldn’t help but notice that haechan felt especially full of love and couldn’t seem to help himself from showering that love all over you. whenever chenle walked by, you noticed that haechan would cling onto you a bit closer.
“do you want some?” haechan asked you, offering his small cup of ice cream to you.
you nodded, ready to dip your own spoon in, but haechan beat you to it. he held his spoon, ready with ice cream somehow, up to you mouth and smiled sweetly at you. you completely missed the way he side eyed chenle who was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room.
you gladly ate some of haechan’s ice cream, humming in delight at the flavor. haechan cooed softly at you and used his finger to wipe a drop of ice cream at the corner of your lips before pressing a soft kiss there, making you blush.
you heard a gag from the other side of the room, both of your eyes turning to see chenle looking at you guys with a disgusted expression. “gross. get a room.” he stood up from his seat and left to find jisung, clearly not wanting to third wheel.
you chuckled at his reaction while haechan glared at the back of his head. your boyfriend called after him, wanting to get the last word in. “jealousy is a disease, you know. get well soon, bitch!”
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pairing: lee donghyuck x fem!reader
genres: fluff, crack, mild angst, romance, slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers, summer camp au
wc: 23256
warnings: profanity, daddy issues, mc and donghyuck are dumbfucks who cannot tolerate each other but are also really whipped + they have no moral compasses, childish banter (lots of it!!). i think that’s all but pls lmk if there’s smth else you want me to add :)
summary: camp beaver falls and camp saltwater have had an intense rivalry for more than a few decades, so when a fight breaks out between the two establishments, the respective head counsellors, you and lee donghyuck, decide to hold a championship to once and for all decide who’s the best. the minor hiccup? both of you are sore losers, huge cheaters, have little to no morals, and will do anything to obliterate your competition to emerge victorious. let the games begin.
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note: this wip was birthed one year ago for the loml jeon jungkook but i abandoned it and then the other loml lee donghyuck gave me the motivation to finally finish it :”) i’m posting a new long fic after six months so i’m rly anxious LOL but i hope it’s to your liking!! feedback would be greatly appreciated!! have fun reading <33
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“Can all the girls come to me, please? All the girls to— hey! Red Cap! I said all the girls to me. Stop going towards Jeno!”
Red Cap stopped in her tracks and turned to look at you. She arched an eyebrow, shrugged, and said, “I’d rather go to him. He’s, like, one of the hottest guys in this godforsaken camp, and I only associate myself with hot people.”
Imitating her snobbish and bitchy tone, you replied, “He’s also, like, twenty. So get in line and—” you went back to your original voice and deadpanned— “Come. To. Me.”
Red Cap rolled her eyes and raised her hands defensively but began walking towards you, nonetheless. “Jeez, okay. Stop being such a party pooper.”
Stop being such a bitch, was what you wanted to say to her, but for legal reasons, you had to settle for an eye roll.  
The walkie-talkie in your partially zipped fanny pack came to life. “Damn, Y/N.” Jeno chuckled from several feet away. “You got insulted by a thirteen-year-old in front of ten campers. Maybe you should take a break and dig a hole to bury yourself.”
“And maybe you should do your job,” you muttered into the device and covertly flashed a finger his way, your eyes roaming around the parking lot in search of other rogue girls who wanted to follow Red Cap’s footsteps. “I’m done being the bad guy. Next time, you tell off any campers that want to make a move on you.”
You switched off the walkie-talkie and shoved it into your fanny pack before Jeno could be any more of a smartass and piss you off even further. Your patience was already wearing very, very thin. 
Bringing the loudspeaker back to your lips, you yelled, “Do I need to keep repeating myself? All the girls to me!” 
The camp, yesterday as silent as a grave, now buzzed with chatter and life. You looked around and took in your surroundings, marvelling at how happy and cheerful a few dozen children made the place seem.
Camp Beaver Falls was a place of learning and teamwork—a place you were incredibly proud to be an integral part of. Your grandfather had built the establishment thirty years ago to instil values that he deemed were much needed among the younger generation. 
To be honest, they weren’t. 
He was an army veteran and being on the border for so long had made him think that the number one value he needed to teach kids was survival. You were glad to say that Beaver Falls had come a long way from being a youth military training camp and was now just a fun place for a bunch of children and preteens to spend three weeks of their summer vacation at. 
The camp inhabited five acres of land and was nestled on the shore of a lake. Fifteen cabins—each one made to house three campers—were built towards the rear end of the establishment in the form of a gigantic ‘U’. A bonfire pit made of stones was in the centre of the cabins. The rest of the camp consisted of the cafeteria, the volunteers’ dorm, washrooms and toilets, and adventure sports like artificial climbing walls, archery ranges, and sheds that stored safe swimming and rafting equipment.
All in all, it was a place you would have killed to be at when you were a kid. 
“Alright,” you announced once all the girls had gathered around you. “I’m going to call everyone’s names now. If your name is called, go to—” you pointed towards a certain tall boy standing a few feet away— “Jaemin. And if you don’t hear your name being called, stay with me.” 
“I’m Kim Minju, and I’m pretty sure my name is on the registration list,” Red Cap, who now identified as Kim Minju, cut in before you could speak. “So, I’m just gonna go.”
It took every ounce of your will to restrain yourself from snapping at her. You mentally slapped yourself for getting riled up by a stupid teenager and with a sigh, ticked her name off the list. Watching her sashay towards Jaemin out of the corner of your eye, you continued, “Next, we have—”
Once again, you were interrupted, but unlike the last time, it wasn’t because of a self-centred brat. A groan and the sound of someone thudding to the ground had you dropping your writing pad and dashing towards the source of the commotion. 
You pushed past the campers standing in front of you and rushed forward. Too bad for you, so did they. As it turned out, everyone wanted to witness a potential fistfight. 
“Move,” you grunted, “out of the way. Guys! Get out of the way! I’m gonna be the one blamed if someone is injured.” You lightly shoved everyone aside and emerged to the front of the circle that had been formed. Some old-time campers from Beaver Falls had surrounded a few kids from the neighbouring camp, Camp Saltwater. 
From the looks of it, Beaver Falls was winning. A boy from Saltwater was already down, and the other was looking really, really pissed off. 
You, on the other hand, were delighted. A slow smile began creeping on your face, and you had to do everything within your power to make sure it went away. Yes, as head counsellor, you weren’t supposed to enjoy the fight. But did you care?
No. Not one bit.
Those assholes from Camp Saltwater had it coming for them since last year. Enough of being the bigger person; you were gonna let your campers be hateful this one time. 
Plus, it wasn’t even like anyone was hurt. Your kids were untouched, and the only injuries the campers from Saltwater would have only gotten were a few scratches at most. Not only that but Jaemin and Jeno seemed to be enjoying the tiny brawl as well. 
And they were older than you, albeit by only a few months. You could always throw them under the bus. It was time you took revenge for the years of blame-shifting anyway. 
Even the campers were chanting Fight Fight Fight. Who were you, as Minju had so kindly pointed out, to be a party pooper? 
Just as you were about to blend into the crowd and pretend like you never saw anything, someone pushed their way past the campers and yelled, “Hey, you Bloodsucking Beavers! Cut it out!” 
You groaned. 
Lee Donghyuck, like the shining knight in armour that he was, had once again come to rescue his cowardly campers. The boy in question broke the fight apart and shoved your campers away from his. He pulled the fallen Saltwater boy to his feet and checked for any injuries.
Once Donghyuck made sure the boy wasn’t hurt, he glared at your campers and took a step forward menacingly. That was all it took for you to forget about your plan to remain oblivious and become involved instead.
Donghyuck’s eyes shot to yours, his jaw locking and fists clenching. 
“Y/N,” he growled. 
“Yes?” you sing-songed and batted your eyelashes at him. “Need anything?” 
“Are you out of your mind?!” he yelled, then checked his voice upon realising four dozen children were witnessing the scene. “Why were you stupid Beavers beating my campers? Why didn’t you intervene? They were about to beat each other unconscious!” 
“Oh, come on, Hyuck!” You waved him away and sauntered towards him. “Beat each other unconscious? Stop exaggerating. My kids barely did anything. It’s not my fault yours are—” you cupped your mouth with your hands to make sure the campers couldn’t read your lips and whispered in his ear— “pussies.”
Seething, Donghyuck whirled on you. However, before he could say anything, you moved away to stand in front of your campers like a barrier and continued,
“To answer your second question, I didn’t intervene because my campers were showing your campers their place. And as far as I’m concerned—” you shrugged— “that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.” 
“Bup bup bup!” You raised a finger to silence Donghyuck yet again. “Don’t even try to lecture me. I’m pretty sure you only intervened because your Fish were getting their backsides handed to them.”
“What? No!” he burst out at last. “I intervened because it’s my fucking job as a head counsellor! And they’re not Fish, they’re Sharks, you little piece of shit!”
“Oops.” You grinned in victory. “Not doing your job too well, are you? You just cursed in front of four dozen kids.” 
Donghyuck’s face drained of colour. His eyes darted around the crowd and a nervous smile graced his lips. 
Sorry, kids, his demeanour seemed to say. The campers seemed unimpressed. 
“And just so you know,” you began, picking at the non-existent dirt in your nails. “A shark is a type of fish. But I imagine they don’t teach that in Goldfish camp over there, do they?” 
Donghyuck’s answering groan was like music to your ears. 
“Leash your kids,” he finally said through gritted teeth. “I don’t want them attacking my campers again.” 
He turned around to leave your camp, the children of Camp Saltwater in tow. The crowd shifted to make way for them. 
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Hey!” you called, and the crowd moved back into place again. You felt your chest inflate with pride.
Donghyuck slowly turned to face you again, exasperation evident on his face. 
“Why should I leash my campers? It was your kids who left their camp and wandered too far.” 
Realisation dawned on Donghyuck’s face. “Why were you on Beaver Falls grounds?” he demanded from one of his campers. “I told you to not enter anything that houses trash.”
Your gasp echoed through the parking lot and into the woods. The crowd stirred, and the boys behind you cracked their knuckles. “What did you just say?”
“Exactly what you heard.” Donghyuck looked at you once again, a sweet, saccharine smile on his lips. 
You narrowed your eyes at him and lunged forward. “You little piece of—”
“Woah, there.” Jeno finally stepped between the two of you. “No need to fight in front of the campers.” A pointed look at you. “Let’s peacefully settle this.” 
Donghyuck snorted. “Yeah, I don’t think your rabid Beavers know what peace means.”
“Really? My campers don’t know what peace means?” you scoffed. “Fancy hearing that from someone who punched a guy just for breathing last year.” 
Oooooh went your campers. 
“That’s sick,” one of the girls whispered. Jaemin laughed from the sidelines, still making no effort to get involved.  
“You know what?” Donghyuck fumed and stomped towards you, stopping only when there was less than a foot’s distance between your figures. “Why don’t we check if your untrained dogs can actually participate in a championship and beat my Sharks, or if picking fights is the only thing they’re good at.”
“Goldfish, Hyuck, not Sharks,” you guffawed. “And stop being so delusional.” Taking a step forward, you brushed away an invisible piece of lint off his shoulder and whispered with a mocking smirk, “You don’t wanna initiate a challenge you can’t win.”
Donghyuck tilted his head to the side and gazed at you with dark eyes, his answering smile nothing short of absolutely wicked. “You’re on.”
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“Honestly, Y/N, what were you thinking?” Your father let out an exasperated sigh and massaged the bridge of his nose. “You know I’d ruin those Saltwater campers any chance I get, but right now is not the time.”
“Oh, come on, Dad!” you exclaimed, pacing in his personal cabin. “Don’t you get it? We get to make it official this time! Just win the damn championship, and we’ll officially be able to say we’re better than them.”
“We are better than them,” Jeno cut in. “We just have too many first-timers this year, Y/N. They don’t know about the rivalry. And it’s not like we can just make everyone compete against Saltwater. That’s not what their parents paid for.”
“So what?” Jaemin shrugged and moved to stand beside you. Throwing an arm over your shoulder, he said, “We tell them about the rivalry. We tell them exactly why Saltwater needs to be destroyed and humiliated. We tell them what we gain once we beat Saltwater at their own game. And as for what their parents paid for, a little competition never hurt anyone, did it?”
You nodded at Jaemin. “See? He gets it.” 
Averting your gaze towards your father again, you pleaded, “Please, Dad. Shouldn’t you be thrilled? Beavers never back down from a challenge. What message would it send to our campers if the owner of the very camp they attend—” 
“Fine,” your father relented. “Stop being so melodramatic. God, you’re exactly like your mother. No wonder you can be so manipulative.” 
You shoved Jaemin off you and pulled your father in a tight embrace. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you squealed, your head buried in his chest. “I love you so much, Dad.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he said dismissively, but you heard the smile in his voice. “I need more information about this championship, though.” 
Moving away from him, you stood next to Jaemin again. Your father continued, “I’m gonna need to know what sports, what games, what venue, and when the championship going to be held. I’m also gonna need you to get a confirmation from Donghyuck’s dad. That kid is an expert at running his mouth.
“I don’t want any of our usual activities to be skipped as you train our campers for the big day. I can manage to free up a few hours for practising every day, but other than that, the schedule is not to be messed with. I want this competition to be healthy. I don’t want our campers getting into hate fights. And if they do, I want the three of you to break them up immediately.”
You glanced at Jeno and Jaemin, and the three of you smiled at your father sheepishly. 
“Right.” Your father shook his head warily, already used to your antics. “I need you to follow everything I told you right now. Talk to the other counsellors and ask them if they’re okay with this championship. They’re going to have to work harder than what they’re paid for, and so are you. I don’t want anyone to feel obligated, okay?”
All of you nodded eagerly. Your father brought his hands together and exhaled. “Alright. Get back to work. We’ll reminisce about the origin of this rivalry for the first timers at the bonfire tonight.”
You raised an eyebrow, waiting. 
“Oh, I’m done. You guys can go now,” Your father chuckled. “That was a lot, wasn’t it?”
“Nothing we haven’t heard before, uncle.” Jeno mock saluted. “Adios.” 
The three of you shuffled towards the cabin door. Jaemin turned the knob, and right as you were about to leave the cabin, your father said, “Win this goddamn championship, Beavers. Make me proud and make this camp proud.” 
Jaemin, Jeno and you looked at him over your shoulders with smirks on your faces. Unanimously, you replied, “You bet.” 
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The first bonfire night was a huge success. Because the camp had just started that day, no activities had been taken. The kids had all arrived a little after lunch, so there wasn’t much to do anyway. Especially because unpacking took most of the afternoon. 
The campers had been allowed to explore the Beaver Falls grounds and mingle amongst themselves in an attempt to make friends. 
The counsellors, on the other hand, were doing room checks. Three mobile phones, an iPad, sodas, and a lot of snacks had been confiscated. You hated it when counsellors took your stuff when you were a kid, but now, it was your favourite part of the first day. 
It was, after all, you guys who ate the confiscated snacks. And it was with those confiscated snacks you had convinced the other counsellors to help you with the championship. You had distributed most of your stash to get what you wanted. 
A small sacrifice to achieve a bigger goal. 
You were practically shaking with excitement by the time dinner was over and everyone had gathered around the bonfire. Many kids had warm blankets wrapped around themselves and were roasting marshmallow skewers over the burning embers of the bright fire. 
Your father turned to face you. “You wanna tell them, or—”
“Me!” you exclaimed, earning a chuckle from Jeno. “I’ll do it.” 
Jaemin made a grand gesture with his hands and said, “The floor is all yours.”
You snorted and smacked the back of his head. Ignoring his complaints, you made your way towards one of the empty logs arranged around the bonfire and stood on top of it. 
Clearing your throat, you announced, “Hey, guys! Can I please have your attention?”
The chatter died, and everyone turned to look at you. You took a deep breath and began, “How many of you are first-timers?”
More than half the campers raised their hands. You nodded. “Okay, then. Would you like to hear a story?”
“Woah,” Jung Hyun, a fifteen-year-old boy who had been coming to Beaver Falls for the past eight years, spoke up. “Is it about the hollow-eyed woman? Cool!” 
“No, Hyun.” You frowned at him. “You know we save that story for the last night of camp every year. Why would you think it would be any different this year?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged and chewed on a piece of roasted marshmallow off his stick.
You groaned. “It’s not about the hollow-eyed woman.” 
“Who is the hollow-eyed woman?” You turned towards the source of the voice to see a ten-year-old girl looking at you curiously. “I want to know about the hollow-eyed woman.”
“Honey, no.” You sighed. “The hollow-eyed woman’s story is reserved for the last night—”
“I want to hear the hollow-eyed woman’s story too!” another boy exclaimed. 
“Yeah, me too!”
“Same!” 
“Why does Hyun know about her, and we don’t?”
“Is it because he’s one of the oldest?” 
“This is ageism! I’m just a year younger. Tell me right now!”
Your eyes widened at the number of children demanding to know about the hollow-eyed woman. “Guys, guys!” you yelled. “I’m not going to talk about the hollow-eyed woman. That’s not—”
“We want to know!”
“Guys!" Jeno stepped in, and you almost scoffed at how quickly the noise died down. You could only hope to have an authoritative presence like his. Apparently, you looked gullible and easy to bully.
“Trust me, you don’t want to know about her right now,” he said. “It’s a camp lore that’s followed by a fun activity, so we can’t just tell you the story without doing the activity afterwards. It’ll be boring otherwise. But—” he paused— “Y/N, here, is going to narrate another camp story. It’s one that all you first-timers are gonna want to hear.” 
“Ooohhh, are you going to tell them about the rival—”
“For the love of God, Hyun, just shut up and eat your marshmallows,” Jeno said sharply. “Try not to spoil another campfire story, would you?”
The fifteen-year-old grinned. “I’m right, though, aren’t I?” 
“Yes, you are. Just go back to eating,” you snapped. 
The annoyance in your voice must have been very evident, because Hyun glared at you before saying, “You just don’t like it when you’re not in the spotlight.” 
“I just don’t like it when you’re being a brat,” you shot back. 
“Burn,” a few kids hooted. 
Hyun shrank back into his seat, muttering something along the lines of taking over the camp once you graduated college and would no longer be able to volunteer as a counsellor. 
You promptly ignored him, unwilling to let a stupid teenager get under your skin. 
“So.” You brought your hands together and took a deep breath again, eyes sweeping over the campers eager to listen to your story. “Today’s story is about the decades-old rivalry between Beaver Falls and Saltwater. Back when my dad was a camper and Beaver Falls was under my grandfather’s management, a new camp called Saltwater was established on the other side of the road.”
The old-timers booed. 
“Beaver Falls had been in business for three years already at the time,” you went on. “And my grandfather was a decent man. He went over to meet the owner of Saltwater to welcome and hopefully befriend him. Things were going well for a few years; there were casual competitions and both of them used to brainstorm ways to make the camps better. 
“Then, Saltwater’s owner asked my grandfather if he wanted to be partners. If he wanted to merge the two camps and manage the newer, bigger, better camp together. Beaver Falls agreed, and a contract was drafted.”
You weren’t sure if the kids knew what a contract meant, so you explained in simple words what it was and continued, “My grandfather trusted the owner of Saltwater with his life so he let him draft the contract by himself without taking part in the process. He didn’t intervene because the owner of Saltwater insisted that he didn’t need help and didn’t want to bother my grandfather with legal matters. 
“My grandfather was ready to sign it without getting a lawyer to look at it. He believed making a professional go through the contract would send a bad message—that it would make his friend think he didn’t trust him. But my grandmother convinced him to hire a lawyer. Business is business, and personal relations should not interfere with it, she said.
“She was right. She saved my grandfather from losing Beaver Falls that day. Turns out that the owner of Saltwater wanted to take Beaver Falls for himself. He planned to bulldoze the entire camp and rebuild it the way he wanted. He wanted my grandfather out of the picture.”
The crowd stirred, mutters of disbelief leaving the newcomers’ mouths. 
The old-timers just sat in their seats, silent on the outside but raging on the inside. Most of their parents and older siblings had attended Beaver Falls too, so the story angered them more than it would have angered a normal camper. 
“Naturally, there was a confrontation after my grandfather found out. He was betrayed by the very person he trusted the most. There was a huge argument. Stuff only got worse over the years, and the hatred got so much more intense. It’s been more than 25 years, but Saltwater still refuses to apologise for what they did back then. They say my grandfather was stupid. Easy to scam. That it’s not their fault he was gullible.
“Yes, he trusted too easily,” you admitted. “But that didn’t give Saltwater the right to exploit him. The owner took advantage of his weakness and left him unable to trust anyone ever again. My grandfather was so broken that he wanted to shut down Beaver Falls. He couldn’t bear to run the camp when the traitor was right across, but then he realised that closing business would mean Saltwater won. So, he kept going. Kept expanding. Kept working hard till Beaver Falls became one of the biggest summer camps in Seoul.
“It’s up to us now to keep his legacy alive. We can’t let Saltwater run over us by winning that championship.” You looked at all the campers, at the expressions adorning their faces and the waves of anger rippling through them. “Will you help?”
The crowd erupted. Yells of approval laced with determination echoed. 
You smiled. 
Saltwater was going down.
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“We don’t have all day, Hyuck! Hurry the fuck up!” 
The sun was shining brightly above your head, making you hot and sweaty. It was midday, and while all the campers and counsellors were having lunch, you were standing outside Camp Saltwater with a hand above your head—a necessary precaution to make sure your brain didn’t start melting.
It had been two days since Donghyuck had challenged you, and at that moment, the two of you were supposed to be finalising the details of the championship. The fucker was nowhere in sight, though. 
“Donghyuck!” you yelled again. 
No response. 
You cursed under your breath. “Fuck this shit. I’m going in.” 
You were pulled back by your collar as soon as you took a step forward. “Nope, not at all. You’re not going in,” Donghyuck said, his lips grazing your earlobe. “We try to keep our camp as clean as possible, and trash like you simply doesn’t belong there.”
“That’s a surprise.” You elbowed his chest and moved out of his grip to face him. “Because you seem to have no problem living where you don’t belong. Also, try planting a few trees, will you? My head’s become so hot you could fry an egg on it.”
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Wanna try it out?”
You rolled your eyes. “Shut up. You’re already late. Just explain the whole thing to me so that I can go back and have my lunch.”  
“Fine.” He dragged the word out. “Both our camps end on the fifteenth of July, so we’ll have the championship on the fourteenth. The sports—”
“Woah,” you interrupted him. “No can do. We explore the woods on the last night. Also, can we sit somewhere? My legs hurt.”
“Hag alert.” He smirked but directed you to a bench a few meters inside Saltwater’s main entrance, nonetheless. Thankfully, it had a tree throwing shade on it. You would have sat on it as soon as you arrived if it weren’t for Donghyuck and his stupid condition that didn’t allow you to enter Saltwater without someone from his camp keeping a watch on you.
 “And I know you explore the woods at night,” he continued. “The competition won’t extend sundown anyway. It’ll probably be over by early evening.”  
“Hyuck,” you deadpanned. “I said we explore the woods at night. Exploring means walking and walking needs energy. And so does the competition, and if my campers are going to spend all their energy winning the competition, they’re going to have no energy to explore the woods.”
“One, you’re not going to win. Two, your—no! Don’t you dare interrupt me again!” He wrapped his hand around the finger you had raised to cut him off and shot it down. “Regular activities need energy, too, but you still take them out into the woods on the last night.” 
You frowned, realising that he was making sense. “Fine.”
“Right,” he said rather smugly. “The sports will be the usuals because this is so last minute. Boat race, archery, soccer, volleyball, water dodgeball, and finally capture the flag.” 
“In that order?”
“In that order. Also, one camper cannot participate in more than two activities because everyone needs to be included.” 
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Is it because you don’t want me to make Sungho participate in every category?”
Donghyuck stared at you. “No.”
“Yeah, right.” You laughed. “You’re a terrible liar, Hyuck.”
“Come on!" he exclaimed and threw his hands in the air. “The guy’s good at everything. You can’t expect me to stand by and watch him participate in every sport.”
“Mina’s good too, you know,” you pointed out. “She can carry your camp.”
“She skipped this year,” Donghyuck grumbled. “Went to Hawaii with her rich-ass, recently divorced mother.”
You smiled at him evilly. “Oh, you’re losing. And you’re losing bad.” 
“I’m gonna smack you upside-down,” he threatened, shooting a glare your way. “Sungho doesn’t get to participate in all the sports. My competition, my rules. You’re supposed to give me a list of the names of the participants two days before the championship.” 
“Okay,” you hummed, not at all stressed about the competition now that the Saltwater ace, Mina, was out of the way. “And where is this legendary championship?” 
“Saltwater.” 
You snorted. “So you wanna eat dirt in your own camp? Ballsy, I must say. I’m gonna enjoy obliterating your ass.” 
“Really?” Donghyuck asked, amusement evident in his tone. “You’re all bark and no bite, Y/N. You’re arrogant, and you’re getting way too ahead of yourself. For your own sake, get rid of the overconfidence.”
You smiled at him sweetly and leaned forward until your faces were but a few inches apart. “For your own sake, start training your campers. I don’t want an easy victory.” 
“You’re not winning, Y/N,” he whispered and tilted his head to the side. Suddenly, it felt like you weren’t in control of your own actions anymore. Your gaze lowered and settled upon Donghyuck’s soft, cherry-red lips. You fell into a trance-like state, wondering what his mouth would feel like against yours. You wondered what he would taste like. If the kiss would be as sweet as the strawberry lip balm you had seen him apply so often. “Get that through your thick head.”
Your eyes shot back to his, the action taking more effort than you would have liked to admit. You flashed a condescending smile his way. “You’re adorable.”
You stood up and moved away before he could answer, hoping the distance would prevent him from hearing the pounding of your heart. 
“Here, take this.” Donghyuck stood up as well and fetched a neatly folded piece of paper out of his pocket, holding it out for you. “It’s what I said, but in written format. Make sure your father goes through this. My dad said he doesn’t your old man stomping in here and demanding to change the rules later.”
You ignored the comment he made and snatched the document from his hand. Once you were done studying what was written, you looked back at him. “Why didn’t you just give it to me in the first place?”
“Maybe because I wanted to spend some time with you,” he said nonchalantly. Your body froze at his words, but your heart began racing at a thousand miles an hour. You wondered what he meant by that. Why he would— 
“To, you know, get into your head,” Donghyuck finished. 
A breath you hadn’t realised you had been holding left you. Right. That’s what it was—a trick to get into your head. You were sure he had taken that pause and implied wanting to spend time with you to throw you off. He was playing mind games with you. 
Fine, you thought to yourself. I can play dirty too.
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“I’m so stressed,” you groaned and let yourself fall on your bed, your hair splaying in all directions. “There’s no one good this year. And Donghyuck’s stupid rules won’t let Sungho participate in more than two categories. We could’ve bagged the trophy easily if the kid were allowed to play every sport.”
“There’s a trophy?” Jeno asked, raising an eyebrow. 
“Unless Saltwater turn out to be cheapskates, I assume so.” 
Laughing, your cousin said, “Get ready to settle for certificates, Y/N.”
You groaned again and rolled over on your stomach, burying your head in your hands. “It’s not even about a reward. I just wanna show that piece of shit Donghyuck his place.”
“Oh, cheer up! You will!” Jeno yanked your leg in an attempt to get you to stop moping. You kicked his hand away and let out a string of curses. “Why is this championship so important to you?” 
You sighed and mumbled, “I told you; I wanna show Hyuck his place. Also, our camp’s reputation is at stake.”
“No, it isn’t. Your inflated ego is at stake.”
You removed your head from your hands and stared at him. “What?” 
“It’s just a stupid competition, Y/N.”
You frowned and sat up. “I can’t believe you’re saying that, Jeno. You’ve been at this camp as long as I have. You know everything that has gone down so far. And weren’t you just as excited as Jaemin and I were in Dad’s cabin that day?”  
Jeno sighed and took a seat beside you. “Well, yeah. I’d like to obliterate those shitheads too, but I think you’re taking this championship too seriously. This is all supposed to be in good spirit. To hopefully, finally, end this rivalry and begin a new chapter.”
You looked at him like he was being stupid, which he was. “Don’t tell me you believe that bullshit.” 
“No one’s going to care if you lose, Y/N!” he exclaimed. 
“I will!” you shot back. “I will care if we lose!”  
“And that,” Jeno said, “is because you’ve got a lot of pride.” 
“Well—” you sputtered— “Dad will care if we lose!”
“Yeah, that’s because you’re his daughter and—I mean no offence when I say this—he has just as much of an ego as you do.”
“Big words coming from someone who’s part of the same family!” you fumed. “You’ve got a huge ego as well!” 
“True,” Jeno muttered. “And that’s why I’m going to help you make sure we win. I just wanted to point out that this rivalry is stupid and childish, and that you have an ego problem.”  
“How?!” you exclaimed, ignoring the blatant hypocrisy he displayed and the jab he made at you. “How are you going to make sure we win? All the aces outgrew Beaver Falls!”
“Is this the part where you regret gloating to Donghyuck?”
“Don’t rub it in,” you grumbled. “Give me a solution, Jeno. We could’ve trained the campers better if we had more than just a few stupid fucking hours every day—”
“You wanna win, right?” Jeno interrupted. 
“No,” you deadpanned. “No, I don’t want to win. That’s why I’ve been whining for so long—”
“What I meant to ask was,” he clarified, “is the victory important to you, or is the way you emerged victorious?” 
“Jeno,” you snapped. “I want to win. That is all. Don’t make me repeat myself.” 
“Okay. Are you willing to cheat?” 
“Are we going to get caught?” 
“Not as long as you follow exactly what I say.” 
Your lips tugged upwards, the smile adorning your face a wicked, cruel thing. “I’m listening.”
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You had to admit, Jeno was not as stupid as you had thought him to be. 
You were pleasantly surprised when he first laid out his plan in front of you. He might have eaten crayons when he was a kid, and he might have believed cooties were real even when he was in middle school, but he was a mastermind where it really mattered. 
It was easy to figure out when Saltwater was training their campers for the championship. 
You slipped into the rival camp’s grounds as soon as everyone went to sleep the next day. Having spent most of your summers living across them, you knew when the security rotation occurred.
And thanks to several years of sneaking into Saltwater to TP their trees, you had valuable knowledge about the blind spots in the CCTVs they had installed throughout. 
(Not that you would need to hide from them once you were in the camp since you were wearing a cap and your face wouldn’t be visible, but you couldn’t have them recording you entering the premises from outside.)
“Merida to Base.” Jeno’s voice filtered through the walkie-talkie you possessed. “What’s your 20?”
Startled, you brought it to your mouth, clicked on the PTT button and hissed as quietly as you could, “Shut up, Jeno. I told you not to contact me first. This shit is loud as fuck.”
“Don’t call me Jeno!” your cousin complained. “Use my code name.” 
Rolling your eyes, you scanned the woods you were currently making your way through. No one in sight and not a single noise except your conversation. 
“We’re not kids anymore, dumbass. I’m not gonna call you Godzilla and I’ll kick you in the nuts if you call me Merida again.” 
“I can’t believe you’re insulting my favourite princess like that,” Jeno mumbled. “I’m gonna kick you in the face if you talk shit about her again.”
Despite yourself, your felt your lips tug upwards in a smile. You could always count on Jeno to be the brother you never had. 
“I’m switching the radio off now,” you said. “You talk too much and are jeopardizing this mission. Over and out.”
You turned off the walkie-talkie and pocketed it before he could protest, prowling for the edge of the woods on near-silent feet. 
If there was something you had learnt after years of camping and counselling, it was that there was at least one kid who broke curfew—be it to ransack the snack bar or to sneak over to someone else’s cabin. 
In most cases, campers had a genuine reason for not being in bed, and you’d found that reason to be the need to use the toilet. 
So, as soon as you were out of the woods, you aimed for the porta-potties that were placed near the dorms for easy access so the kids didn’t wander unnecessarily in the middle of the night. 
Upon arrival, you locked yourself in one and bid your time.
Twenty minutes later, you heard someone approach. Judging from the lightness of their footsteps, you deemed that it was one of the younger kids. 
The moment they went inside another booth to do their business, you slipped out of yours and patiently waited at a substantial distance for them to come out. 
You had information you needed to extract, but that didn’t mean you were going to be creepy and stand right outside the toilet. 
“Hey.” You smiled at the six or seven-year-old that exited the porta-potty after a few minutes and fell into step with her, acting as if you had just happened to see her on your way to do something else. “How are you enjoying your stay here?”
The girl narrowed her eyes at you. “Do you go to this camp? I haven’t seen you before.”
“I do,” you confirmed. “I’m actually a counsellor. Look, I’m wearing the shirt too.” 
Her gaze fell on the Saltwater shirt your figure adorned, and you saw the suspicion on her face slowly fade away. 
Resisting the urge to let a victorious smirk grace your lips, you mentally pat yourself on the back for not ripping apart the shirt Donghyuck had thrown at you as a reminder of your failure in a swimming competition between the two of you a few years ago.
Every time he pissed you off after that, you hung the shirt on a wall and threw darts at it. Despite being frequently assaulted by the pointed tips of the arrows, it had not torn. 
“You probably didn’t see me because I joined late,” you continued. “Personal problems, you know?”
No, she did not know, and from the look on her face, it didn’t look like she cared either. “Okay.” 
“So what’s this talk about a competition against Beaver Falls?” you inquired. “It’s all I’ve been hearing everyone talk about ever since I arrived.”
The girl’s expression changed immediately, and you saw a spark ignite in her eyes. “Oh, yeah. Head counsellor Hyuck challenged the head counsellor from that doo-doo camp to compete against us in a championship on the last day of camp.” 
One might have thought being called doo-doo would hurt less than being called outright shitty, but no, the impact was still the same. Your eye twitched, and your jaw locked, but the girl was too busy gloating to notice the change in your demeanour. 
“We’ve been training for three hours every day,” she droned. “One hour after breakfast and two hours after we finish the daily activities. You should see how excited everyone is. It’s my first year here and I already feel like I’m part of the family!” 
You forced a smile on your face. “Mutual hate does bring people together, doesn’t it?” 
“It does!” she beamed. “I know all about what happened between the two camps, and I can’t wait to defeat them. We plot about bringing Beaver Falls down at lunch. They have no idea what’s coming for them.”
The evil giggle she let out after had a chill running down your spine. 
What was Hyuck planning? Was he going to rig the entire championship? It was, after all, Saltwater that was going to host it. They could do anything they pleased unless Beaver Falls intervened. Perhaps you should have let a third party plan the championship. 
You were going to have to discuss this with your camp. But right now, you needed to know more. 
“What is coming for them?” you asked, putting a stop to her rambling. Then added upon seeing her grow suspicious again, “No one has had time to fill me in yet.”
“Then you should wait till the counsellors do,” the girl said cautiously. “You seem to have a lot of questions, and I don’t think you want to ask them to me. I’m just a kid.”
Fuck, she was onto you. And not as gullible as you had thought. Thankfully, you had reached her cabin, so escape was easy.
You nodded. “You’re right. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah? Have a good sleep.”
“You too.” 
And then she was gone, leaving you alone outside. You made your way back to Beaver Falls the same way you had come. Jeno was waiting for you by the archery range. 
“How’d it go?” he asked. 
“We’re done for” was all you said.
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“At least we know what time they’re training,” Jeno said in an attempt to cheer you up. “We can spy on them as we decided before. We can still figure out their game plan. And we can make Saltwater let us co-host. They can’t deny us.”
The two of you were sitting on a wooden bench, and you had just finished reciting everything that had happened. It was way past midnight, but you were too worked up to worry about getting enough sleep. Gone was the confidence you felt the previous night when you narrated the rivalry.
“You don’t get it, Jeno,” you snapped. “That’s not what is bothering me. What’s bothering me is that we let history repeat itself. Grandfather let Saltwater draft the contract all those years ago and we let them host the championship this year. And now they’re gonna rig the entire thing. We trusted them again. Despite everything that has happened so far, we trusted them, and now we’re gonna lose.”
Jeno cursed and ran a hand through his hair. “How are those motherfuckers always a step ahead?”
You laughed mirthlessly. “Maybe they were onto something when they blamed us for being too stupid.”
“You gotta talk to your dad tomorrow,” Jeno declared. “We gotta make Hyuck let us co-host.”
“No.”
“What?”
You glanced at him upon hearing the utter disbelief in his voice. “I thought we were at a disadvantage before,” you said. “I thought we were fucked. But maybe I was wrong.”
“I’m gonna need you to ditch the need to be mysterious and start explaining everything in one go,” Jeno said impatiently.
You shot him a glare but elaborated, “As of now, we know exactly what Saltwater plans to do. But they’ll become suspicious and realise we’re onto them if we suddenly demand to co-host after handing them the reins just a few days back without any problem. They’ll change their strategy, and we’ll be back to square one. Let them think we’re still clueless. Let them think we’re cocky and overconfident.”
Understanding dawned on your cousin’s face. “Let them think they have the upper hand.”
“Let them think victory is theirs,” you said, a smirk morphing on your lips. “But we’ll be right under their noses the entire time, keeping tabs on what they’re planning. Figuring out how they’re rigging the games, and then modifying everything so the scales tip in our favour.”
“Holy shit,” Jeno swore, admiration coating his features. “While that’s an amazing strategy, you do realise it’s going to need a lot of planning and effort to actually work, right?”
“You got something better to do?”
He snorted. “Two people can’t pull this off.”
“I never said it was just gonna be the two of us.” 
Jeno followed your gaze, and a laugh escaped him when his eyes landed on the cabins in the distance.
“I’m willing to bet everything that every single person will help,” you said with a small smile. “If there’s one quality we Beavers have, it’s that we’re loyal as fuck.” 
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You were having such a blast preparing for the championship that you barely realised a week had already passed since summer camp began. 
Everyone was training really hard and morale was skyrocketing. You felt like you had gotten much closer to the campers and the counsellors with all the plotting you were doing. 
Of course, your father had no idea you were playing dirty, and you never planned on telling him that you were. He despised Saltwater just as much as you did, but he was an honest man who valued his morals more than winning. 
You, on the other hand, didn’t give a fuck. You just wanted to hand their asses to them and most of all, watch the smug expression on Donghyuck’s face morph into horror when he realised you had beat them at their own game.
As if simply thinking about the bane of your existence was a beckoning, you spied him approaching you at the lakeshore from the corner of your eye.
You crossed your arms over your chest and turned to face him. “What?”
“Why were you sniffing around Saltwater?” he demanded, cutting right to the chase.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said nonchalantly and shrugged, focusing on the kids exiting the changing rooms one by one, clad in their swimsuits. 
Grabbing your upper arm, Donghyuck twirled you to face him again. “Don’t play dumb,” he growled in a low voice. “I checked the CCTV feed and saw you talking to Nabi.” 
You tilted your head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “Did you see me or did you think it was me?”
Even with the footage, you knew he couldn’t prove it was you. Not once did you look at the cameras, always keeping your back to them. And you doubted the girl—Nabi—would be able to identify you. It was dark, and the shadows of your cap were concealing your features; you’d made sure of it. 
Donghyuck’s jaw locked, as if he realised the same. 
He knew it was you without a doubt—the two of you were so familiar that you could recognise each other from miles away—but he had no concrete evidence. He couldn’t dock your points for cheating. 
“How did you get the Saltwater shirt?” he asked instead. 
You felt your cheeks heat. While not discarding the shirt had been useful in the long run, admitting that you had saved it was embarrassing and seemed intimate for some reason.
You knew Donghyuck would make a stupid, extremely untrue comment if you told him the truth, so you shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He stared at you for a moment. Then, a sly smirk took form on his lips, and you braced yourself to hear said stupid, extremely untrue comment. “You wanna tell me why you didn’t burn the shirt and held onto it instead?”
You didn’t know the answer to that question yourself. There was no way you could have predicted needing to use it for the championship, and you hadn’t held onto it with the intention of using it as a dart target. No, you had thought of doing that later on. After Donghyuck had pissed you off so bad that your fingers were itching to punch him in the face.
You blew out a breath and mumbled, “Don’t get the wrong idea,” 
“Too late.” He grinned cheekily. “Too fucking late.”
“Are you done?” you snapped. “I have counselling duties I need to attend to.” 
“Nah,” Donghyuck chirped, still smug. “But I’ll let you go for now.” 
You rolled your eyes as he backed away. The hand he had wrapped around your arm vanished, an imprint of his warmth the only thing left behind. 
You shuddered, hating that you missed his touch. 
“Is everyone ready to swim?” you asked, diverting your attention to the kids talking amongst themselves. Upon hearing a chorus of yes, you asked, “There are floating tubes in the shed by the tree for those who can’t swim. I’m getting into the water too so that I can teach you. The rest of you can play around but don’t go beyond the marker, okay?” You pointed at the floating buoy. 
Another chorus of yes, and everyone dispersed. 
Crossing your arms, you clutched the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head in one swift movement. Upon hearing a crash and yelp, you whirled around.
Only to find Donghyuck fallen on his ass several feet away, his face painted red like a tomato.
The corner of your lip tugged upwards. “Like the show?” you called, sauntering towards him.
His face turned a deeper shade of red—something you didn’t think was possible—and he dipped his head, letting his fringes cover his face. You could see him trying to fight the fluster as he said, “Would’ve liked it better if there wasn’t a swimsuit covering everything underneath.” 
You laughed, causing Donghyuck to look up at you. “Sorry to disappoint,” you popped and held your hand out for him. Grabbing it, he pulled himself to his feet. 
Before he could let go and move away, you strengthened your hold and tugged him closer. Putting your mouth against the shell of his ear, you whispered, “But I can make up for it.”
Leaning back, you shoved your Beaver Falls shirt into Donghyuck’s chest. His mouth parted in surprise, and you let go of his hand, walking back to the campers waiting for you by the wooden plank. 
You glanced over your shoulder moments later, expecting him to scowl and throw your shirt on the ground.
What you did not expect, however, was to see his grip on the shirt tighten and a soft smile to creep on his face as he gazed at it shyly. 
What you did not expect, however, was for your heart to go into overdrive at the sight. 
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“Are you going over to Saltwater tonight, or do you want me to go?” Jeno asked during lunch the next day. 
Upon receiving no response and no change in your expression to indicate that you had heard him, he shouted, “Y/N!”
Snapping out of your reverie, you glanced at him, an apology spilling from your lips. “Sorry. What did you say?”
Your cousin narrowed his eyes at you. “What is wrong with you? You’ve been out of it all day long.”
“It’s nothing,” you said, dismissing him and popping a piece of cut-up watermelon in your mouth. “Was that what you said?”
Jeno looked unconvinced but decided to drop it for the time being. “No. I asked if you’re going over to Saltwater tonight or do you want me to go again?”
Swallowing, you replied, “I’ll go. You should rest.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, trying to get you to talk for the last time. “You seem distracted.”
“I’m not!” you exclaimed. 
“Not sure or not distracted?”
You stared at Jeno, wanting to punch him in the face. “Not distracted.”
He stared right back, trying to figure out what you were hiding from him. He gave up a few moments later, deeming his food to be more important than whatever was bothering you. “Okay.”
You sighed in relief. You had lied; you were distracted. You couldn’t stop thinking about the exchange between you and Donghyuck from the day before. 
You’d given him your shirt in an attempt to mock and recreate what had gone down two years ago when he had thrown his own shirt at you. You hadn’t expected him to genuinely smile and clutch onto it like it was some goddamn gift. 
You hadn’t expected to dream about the encounter either. Hadn’t expected fellow counsellor, Lia, to wake you up in the middle of the night and ask why you were squealing in your sleep like a maniac. 
As if dreaming and thinking about the stupid idiot from the camp across wasn’t enough, you were missing him too. You were having these sudden urges to rush over to Saltwater and talk to him. Spend time with him. 
Scowling, you shoved another piece of watermelon in your mouth. You were unhappy with the amount of effect Donghyuck was having on you, but you had at least managed to accomplish your goal of embarrassing him with your antics.
He looks cute when he’s embarrassed, a voice inside your mind piped up. 
You silenced it immediately. In fact, you spent the entire day silencing the awful thoughts that kept running through your mind. 
Hell, your self-control was so horrible you had to take a pause and recollect yourself as you made your way through the Saltwater woods after sundown, a pair of binoculars hanging around your neck. 
“Shit,” you swore under your breath and rested your forehead against a tree. Pushing your eyeballs into your sockets with the heel of your palms, you tried to get rid of a disgustingly cute and mushy image of you and Donghyuck forming in your mind. “I’m an idiot.”
“You are,” a low voice whispered right next to your ear. 
You froze in place for a moment. Fear crept into you, and you opened your mouth to shout for help. 
However, before you could do so, a hand clamped over your mouth, and an arm snaked around your waist, pressing your back against a wall of solid. 
Not a wall, you realised upon tilting your head to catch sight of your captor. It was Donghyuck’s chest that you were flushed against. 
The scream in your throat died, and you stopped struggling, letting your figure fall limp in his hold. Glowering up at him for scaring the living shit out of you, you tried to rip his hand from your mouth. 
“Promise me you won’t scream,” he warned, pressing his palm harder. 
You rolled your eyes and fought the urge to bite him, conveniently ignoring the way you didn’t want him to let go. The way your body seemed to be leaning into his of its own accord. 
And for whatever reason, Donghyuck didn’t appear particularly inclined to let go of you either. So, you ignored the rational part of your mind that was yelling at you to get away and enjoyed the feeling of being enveloped in his embrace. 
Deeming your annoyance as a good enough answer, Donghyuck removed his hand. 
“What the fuck?” you demanded, craning your neck to look at him. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Hyuck!” 
“Don’t what the fuck me!” he scoffed. “What the fuck yourself! Why were you sneaking around Saltwater again?” 
“Well,” you began, scrambling for excuses to explain your presence, “technically, I wasn’t in Saltwater. I was outside it. And I wasn’t sneaking. I was just taking a little walk. Also, the woods aren’t your stupid camp’s property, you know? You can’t control who comes and goes.”
“You’re right; we can’t control who comes and goes,” he admitted. “But we can question any suspicious people wandering around the camp property to ensure the safety of our campers.”
“Suspicious people?” You feigned innocence and batted your lashes, allowing a pout to settle on your lips. “We’ve known each other since forever.”
Donghyuck’s eyes dropped to your mouth, and your heart skipped a beat at the way they darkened. 
But a moment later, they were back to normal and glaring at your face instead, causing you to think you’d imagined the entire thing.
“We have,” he said. “And that is exactly why I know you weren’t out here on a walk.”
“I was!” you protested weakly. You were too distracted by the sight of Donghyuck’s strong arms to bother defending yourself better. It was pathetic, the way you were being undone when he was barely doing anything. 
“You have binoculars around your neck!” he said incredulously. “Didn’t you think they’d weigh you down while you were strolling?” 
“No?” 
An exasperated sigh left Donghycuk’s mouth. “Just admit it, Y/N. You were cheating. You came here to spy on us.”
“Why bother asking when you already know the answer?” you huffed. 
A click and a victorious smirk taking form on his face—that was all it took for you to realise.
“You motherfucker!” you growled and elbowed his chest, stumbling away from him. “You recorded me!”
Donghyuck shrugged and removed his hand from his pant pocket. Your gaze immediately zeroed in on the concealed tape recorder. “I didn’t have evidence of you playing dirty before. Now I do.”
You scoffed. “Mighty hypocritical of you to say that when I know for a fact that you’re cheating as well.” 
“Mighty smart of me to not get caught in the act, though,” he popped, grinning from ear to ear.  
The colour from your face drained, and dread settled into you. The thought of recording them as they rigged the games and plotted had come to your mind long back, but you had refrained. It wasn’t like you could call them out without raising unwanted questions. Like how exactly you had figured it out, how you just happened to have your phone on you when even counsellors didn’t use them during summer camp save for emergencies, and why you were hanging around Saltwater woods for no reason. 
“What are you gonna do with that recording?” you asked blankly. 
Donghyuck crossed his arms over his chest and rested his chin on his fist, pretending to think. “I suppose your father won’t be too happy to know his daughter decided to cheat.”
You barked a laugh in an attempt to hide your rising fear. “What? You’re gonna rat me out like a goddamn middle-schooler?” 
“Nah.” He clicked his tongue. “There’s no fun in that.”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand what he was implying. Noting the expression on your face, he continued, “I’m gonna blackmail you instead.”
Gritting your teeth, you asked, “What do you want?”
Donghyuck shoved his hands in his pockets and took a step forward, leaning down until you were both at eye level and his face was barely a few inches away from yours. 
“I want you to meet me by your camp’s entrance tomorrow at midnight.”
“Why?”
Donghyuck grinned. “Looks like you’ll have to find out yourself.”
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“You let him blackmail you?!” Jeno exclaimed the next day. “How could you be so stupid, Y/N?”
Jaemin snorted. “Why are you so surprised, Jeno? It’s Y/N.” 
“Hey!” You glared at Jaemin, regretting letting him listen in as you narrated the previous night’s events to your cousin. You hadn’t returned to camp immediately after your encounter with Donghyuck, instead choosing to go on that little walk for real and determine your next move. You hadn’t told Jeno upon your arrival either. You didn’t particularly feel like getting insulted and told you were a big idiot right before you went to sleep. “I didn’t let him blackmail me.”
“What does he want?” Jeno cut in before Jaemin could make another unhelpful and unnecessary comment. “For us to back out from the championship?” 
“No, nothing like that,” you said and added, “Plus, I doubt Hyuck would want us to drop out. The competition is his biggest ticket for publicly humiliating us. He just wanted me to meet him outside our camp tonight.”
Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows, sipping on his juice box. “That’s it?”
“Yeah.” You shrugged. 
“Hold on,” Jeno interrupted. “Why does none of you find this suspicious? He could be planning to murder and bury Y/N in some ditch for all we know!”
You rolled your eyes. “Be realistic, Jeno. It’s Hyuck we’re talking about. I’ve known him my entire life. He’s an asshole, but he would never hurt me. He probably just wants me to jump off that small cliff on the other side of the lake. We’ve done that tons of times already.” 
“Yeah,” Jaemin agreed. “Hyuck might be a jerk to Y/N, but we all know he’s got a soft spot for her.” 
You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“You don’t know?” he asked incredulously. 
You looked at him with a confused expression. “No?”
Jaemin whistled. “Damn.” Then, he noticed Jeno’s lost face and added, “I’ll tell you later, bro.”
“Okay, what is going on?” you demanded, frustrated that he was being so secretive and indirect. “Why does Jeno get to know, but I don’t?” 
“Not my place to tell you,” Jaemin said simply and before you could protest, asked, “Are you going to meet him tonight?”
“I mean, she has to,” Jeno replied in an obvious tone. “That’s the point of blackmail.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” you corrected your cousin, making a mental note to talk to Jaemin about what he was hiding later on. “I don’t have to. I never confessed to cheating with actual words.” 
“Wait, what?” Jeno asked quizically. 
You explained, “I realised it last night while coming back to camp. Hyuck told me to admit that I was spying on them and playing dirty, but I never explicitly said that I was. I just told him to not ask me questions he already knew the answers to. That isn’t concrete proof; I could have meant the exact opposite as well.”
“Why’d you tell us about getting blackmailed then?” Jaemin inquired. “It doesn’t make any difference in the end. We’re right back to where we were yesterday afternoon.”
“Except Saltwater knows we’re cheating,” Jeno chimed in.
You waved them both away. “Saltwater always knew we were going to cheat. They just know for sure now and think they have the upper hand, which is something our entire strategy is dependent on. But that’s not the point here. The point is I don’t have to go, but I’m still going to.” 
“Why?” 
You shrugged. “I don’t know. Curiosity?”
“Curiosity?” Jeno deadpanned. “That’s bullshit.” 
It was bullshit. You weren’t curious; you’d just accepted you were down really bad for Donghyuck. Against your better judgement, you wanted to spend time with him. He could make you jump off the cliff if he wanted to; you’d just take him down with you. There was something about jumping into the water together that seemed very romcom-y. 
Or maybe you were just deranged. 
You lowkey hated yourself for being attracted to him. Thinking about Donghyuck in romantic light made you want to punch yourself. It made you want to punch him, too, but not more than it made you want to hold hands with him. 
How could he creep into your heart and change the way you viewed him with something as simple as a smile? 
But then, maybe you had always liked him. Maybe you had been in denial all this time. You always claimed to hate him, yet you could never stay away. You voluntarily went over to Saltwater to TP their trees. You purposely indulged him and went toe to toe with him even when the situations were trivial. 
Perhaps, a part of you always liked the attention he gave you.
You shuddered, trying to get rid of the unwanted thoughts racing through your mind. This was not the time to think about the past and analyse all the interactions that had taken place between the two of you. 
“Well, I’m going,” you declared. “Maybe I’ll get some info while I do whatever it is that Hyuck wants me to do.” 
“Saltwater knows we’re onto them, though,” Jaemin reminded, aiming the juice box at the garbage bin several feet away. He threw it—clean shot. Focusing on Jeno and you again, he continued, “What about that little fact we forgot?” 
“I guess we have to play clean now,” your cousin mused. “Unless you have a plan, Y/N?”
You sighed. “I don’t. I think we should just continue what we have been doing so far and try to figure out what Saltwater’s next move is.”
“They already made theirs by busting and blackmailing you. Pretty sure it’s our turn.”
“I don’t have any ideas!” you exclaimed. “I’m not some soap opera villain to constantly keep plotting.” 
“Jeez, fine,” Jaemin said, raising his hands defensively. “He was just asking.”
You sighed again and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I know. I’m sorry. I just—I don’t know what to do next. I talked a big game, and now we’re gonna lose, and I’m not gonna be able to show my face to anyone.” 
Jeno’s eyes softened. The championship was not Beaver Falls versus Saltwater as much as it was Y/N versus Donghyuck. If your camp lost, you’d take the blow harder than anyone else. It was more personal to you than it was to anyone else.
“We’ll brainstorm about what to do next tonight,” Jeno said. “You try to get Donghyuck to quit cheating.”
“Fat chance,” you snorted. “He knows there’s very little possibility of Saltwater winning without playing dirty, but I’ll try.”
Jaemin nodded. “Good luck.”
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You tapped your foot against the ground impatiently, checking your wristwatch every few seconds. 
You’d been waiting for Donghyuck for 10 minutes. You’d kept your word and arrived exactly when he had asked, but it looked like your blackmailer didn’t care about punctuality. You’d thought he’d be on time since he had seemed excited the previous night about whatever you were going to do tonight, but apparently not.
“Come on,” you mumbled to yourself. “Where the fuck are you?” 
The moment the words were out of your mouth, you saw Donghyuck’s jogging figure approach you. You crossed your arms over your chest and glared at him.
“You’re late,” you pointed out. 
He wiggled his eyebrows and grinned at you, struggling to catch his breath. “Miss me so much?”
Unfortunately. 
“You wish,” you scoffed instead. “I just don’t like it when people don’t follow through.” 
Donghyuck hummed. “I know. I’m sorry. We’re gonna have to wait for a few more minutes, though. Renjun’s doing last-minute fixes to the scooter.”
You gawked at him. “You finally fixed it?”
Donghyuck smiled at you—the same stupid, genuine smile that had your heart going haywire—and beamed, “Yeah! I can’t believe it needed so much repair, to be honest.”
You laughed. “It literally went down a hill and crashed into a tree. How did you not believe it would need so much repair?”
A few years ago, Donghyuck had challenged himself to ride his brand new 50cc scooter up the steep slope of a hill when you had called it useless. You’d said that buying a vehicle with such a low power output was of no use when your camps were surrounded by hills on three sides, but he had been adamant to prove his money had not gone to waste.
Halfway up the hill, his scooter had given up on him. Since he couldn’t really lug it up with him, he had decided to make a U-turn and take it back down. 
Unfortunately, the scooter had slipped from his hand and barrelled down the hill at a speed that was faster than Donghyuck’s sprint. Thankfully, no one had been in its way, and the vehicle had come to a stop after crashing into a tree. 
How it had balanced on its two wheels while racing down the slope, you had no idea. 
You had made fun of Donghyuck that entire summer. Since the two of you lived in neighbouring towns, you had told everyone in his high school what had happened too. Too bad he had been a senior then and had suffered the teasing from his peers for no more than a year.
Before he could answer, a horn beeped, and headlights blinded you. You winced and covered your eyes with your arm, only lowering it when they were turned off. 
In front of you was Huang Renjun, casually sitting on the scooter and grinning at you and Donghyuck. “She works.”
“Holy shit,” Donghyuck whispered and ushered Renjun to get off so he could sit. He turned the key and started the engine, accelerating the scooter in place. “She works!” 
You pressed your lips to keep a smile from breaking out on them. Donghyuck looked so childlike and adorable when he was excited that you wanted to pinch his cheeks. Instead, you turned to look at Renjun and waved. “Hey.”
Even though your camps were rivals, the two of you got along well. You’d found out he attended your college when you asked him what he did and where he lived during his first year as a counsellor. The entire academic year after that, you often met up to hang out and eventually got closer. 
“Hey.” Renjun shot you a wink. “How’s the preparation for the championship going?”
You sighed and said truthfully, “Awful.”
“Damn, why?”
You blinked. The question didn’t sound mocking—just plain curious. Did Renjun not know about you getting caught cheating? Had Donghyuck not told him about the tape? You’d thought he would flex about cornering you and gaining the upper hand the moment he returned to Saltwater the previous night. 
You glanced at Donghyuck to find him shrugging at you. Focusing on Renjun again, you waved him away and said, “Just messing with you. You’re too gullible, Jun.” 
“Looks like I ended up in the wrong camp then,” he joked. “Should have applied as a counsellor in Beaver Falls.”
You smacked his shoulder playfully, eliciting a laugh from him.
Donghyuck cleared his throat. “Thanks for helping me fix the scooter, Renjun, but we gotta go now.” 
Realisation dawned on Renjun’s face. “Oh, right. Have fun on your date.” 
Ruffling your hair, he jogged away, leaving you behind with your jaw on the floor. You whirled to face Donghyuck. “Date?!”
“Be grateful I said that instead of telling him I was blackmailing you!” he said defensively. “If he knew you were stupid enough to get caught while cheating, he would have never let you live it down!”
You winced, finding his words to be true. “Whatever.”
Rolling his eyes, Donghyuck put on a helmet and said, “Get on.”
“What?”
“Get on, Y/N,” he repeated and handed one to you. “We’re leaving.” When you didn’t move and stared at him incredulously, he asked, “Why did you think I fixed the scooter with Renjun and asked him to bring it out?” 
“I thought you wanted to show off!” 
“No! We’re going somewhere, so haul your ass and set it down behind me!” 
“I don’t trust your driving. You crashed the scooter the last time you drove.”
“It was just one time!” Donghyuck glared at you. “Besides, you’re wearing a helmet, and I’m not gonna drive it up any steep slopes.”
You hesitated for a moment before slipping the helmet on your head and swinging a leg on the other side of the scooter to sit behind him. “I don’t know if I have life insurance.”
“You won’t die,” he said exasperatedly and accelerated, the inertia causing your unprepared self to jerk back in your seat. 
You yelped and grabbed his shirt by the waist, screaming at him to slow down. 
Donghyuck just laughed. “If you think this is fast, wait till I take you out on a ride on my motorcycle.”
“You have a motorcycle?” you asked, your chin hovering over his shoulder. The wind was carrying his voice away, so you had to lean in to hear what he was saying. 
He nodded and slightly turned to look at you, a grin on his face. Your noses were barely a few inches away, his eyes darting between you and the road. “Yeah, it’s my uncle’s. My aunt told him to sell it because she doesn’t want their kids to be fatherless in case he dies on it, but he handed it down to me because he’s too attached.” 
“I wish I had an uncle like that,” you sulked. 
“I’ll let you vicariously live through me,” Donghyuck popped. 
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” you huffed. “Where are we going anyway?” 
“Stargazing.”
Your mouth parted open in surprise, and you stared at him in shock, but his entire focus was on the road ahead. “Really?” 
His throat bobbed, and he nodded once. “Yeah.” 
“Is this some sort of serial killer slang to keep the suspicion from rising? Do you tell your victims you’re taking them stargazing if they ask questions while you’re leading them to a second location to commit murder?” 
Donghyuck’s lips quirked up in a small smile. “Shit, you busted me, Y/N. Looks like I’m gonna have to come up with a better plan to kill you later and take you stargazing for real right now.”
You laughed and pushed back a strand of hair that had flown in your face. “I might let you blackmail me all the time if this is your idea of the word.”
“And I might not use blackmailing as a cover for wanting to hang out with you from next time and just start being honest about wanting to spend time with you.”
It took you a few moments to fully understand what he’d said, and your heart started thundering in your chest as you tried to figure out what exactly he meant by that. A small part of you wanted to ask Donghyuck if he truly wanted to spend time with you, but the bigger part feared being made fun of for assuming. 
What if he was just joking? The two of you did that a lot. What if he thought you were joking and had gone with the flow? In a way, you sort of were, but your words had an underlying implication that you were having fun hanging out with him. 
Before you could overthink and overanalyse what Donghyuck had said, he killed the engine and announced, “We’re here.” 
You blinked, snapping out of your reverie and getting off the scooter. “Already?”
“I didn’t think it would be wise to go too far so late,” he explained as he unbuckled his helmet. “Our camps are pretty isolated, and there’s nothing except farmland around for miles.”
You hummed and took in your surroundings. The two of you were standing on the side of the road, a huge field with overgrown, surprisingly green grass sprawling for acres in front of you. You looked at the sky to find the entire galaxy gazing down at you. 
Fumbling with the clasp of your helmet, you asked Donghyuck, “How’d you find this spot? It’s so pretty here.” 
“My dad used to bring me here whenever I missed home during summer camp. He said it was to make me appreciate all that the world had to offer,” he said. “This is the first time I’ve come here in a long time and brought someone else along instead of him. Do you need help with that?” 
The change in topic was so quick that you barely had time to think of a response. Not that Donghyuck waited for you, his hands encasing your own as he undid the buckles for you. The feeling of his knuckles brushing the underside of your chin sent shivers down your spine. 
He took the helmet off your head and even went as far as fixing your hair for you. Your cheeks set on fire, and you sent a silent prayer to the Gods for the lack of visibility the night sky offered. 
“Let’s go.” Donghyuck motioned you along after fetching a blanket from the little storage box under the scooter’s seat. 
You followed him silently, enjoying the grass tickling your ankles and the slight wind caressing your face. 
A few minutes later, he stopped and spread the blanket on the grass. He lay down on it, and you followed suit, making yourself comfortable beside him. Your arms brushed against each other, the contact sending electricity zinging through your body. 
You could tell why Donghyuck loved coming here. The stars shone brighter than they did when you gazed at them from your camp. There was a sort of peace and quiet here that you hadn’t experienced anywhere else. The cool wind was doing wonders in relaxing your mind. 
“Do you like it?” 
You turned your head to look at Donghyuck to find that he was already staring at you, his eyes shining with hope. Smiling softly, you said, “I love it.” 
He returned it, and your heart clenched at the relief flooding his face. “I’m glad.”
“Why’d you stop coming here?” you asked and returned your gaze to the sky, afraid of identifying the other emotions swirling in his dark orbs. 
When he didn’t answer for several moments, you realised you’d crossed a boundary and asked him something he wasn’t comfortable sharing. You opened your mouth to apologise, but he beat you to it.
“I messed up,” Donghyuck said quietly. “I told my dad to quit bringing me here after a few older kids made fun of me for being a middle-schooler and still missing home even though summer camp only lasted for three weeks. That it was uncool for my dad to coddle me and take me stargazing just because I missed my mommy.”
The way his voice turned bitter… it compelled you to look at him again. To put your entire focus on listening to what he was saying.
“But they didn’t know that wasn’t the reason we still came here,” Donghyuck continued, his eyes not leaving the sky for even a second. You suspected that even though he was physically beside you, he was reliving everything that had happened in the past. “They didn’t know we came here because I loved spending time with my dad. Because stargazing was something we did; it was our thing. 
“I didn’t tell them that, though. I was scared they’d bully me and call me a baby. I was just entering that stage of my life where my peers’ validation was the most important thing ever. I cared so much about what they thought of me—even more than I did about my dad’s feelings. I was mean to him and told him to leave me alone in front of everyone when he asked me if I wanted to go stargazing. 
“I hurt him so a bunch of bullies could think I was cool. I regretted it so much later, but I couldn’t bring myself to apologise because I didn’t want him to think I was so shallow. He never asked me to go stargazing again, and I couldn’t bring myself to come here alone either. It just didn’t feel right without him. I’ve been trying to get the courage to make amends for so long, but dad pretends like it never happened. He never asks me to do anything new with him anymore. 
“I don’t know if he even remembers what happened all those years ago. Maybe he’s already over it. Maybe he knows I didn’t mean it. I—I just don’t know. He deserves an apology, but I don’t know how to apologise for something that happened over five years ago. I don’t want to open old wounds just so I can feel better about being a shitty son,” Donghyuck finished, hastily wiping away a tear that had escaped his eye. 
You were speechless. You’d never known Donghyuck’s relationship with his father was strained. You didn’t know he was carrying this huge burden of guilt on his shoulders. You didn’t know what to think, what to say so he could feel better. 
So, you settled on offering him the absolute truth. 
“It’s never too late to apologise, Hyuck,” you said, slipping your hand into his. You didn’t expect him to interlock your fingers and hold on like he never wanted to let go, but when he did, you reciprocated. He turned to look at you as you continued, vulnerable and glossy eyes staring right into yours, 
“I’m not saying your father wasn’t hurt, but you were a child when everything went down. You were stupid like every goddamn teen out there, and I’m sure your father knows that—he deals with so many of them every summer. I’m sure he knows you didn’t mean to hurt him. No one ever wants to hurt their parents. 
“I know it’s hard to apologise for something that has happened so long ago. You don’t know how to bring it up—you don’t want to bring it up, like you said, to avoid opening old wounds. But Hyuck, you need to realise that even though the bleeding is stopped, the wound never really heals until it’s treated. 
“You don’t want to look back years later and regret not making amends. You don’t want to look at the sky when you’re older and think about the nights you could have spent stargazing with your father. There’s nothing worse than time lost and spending your life wondering about the what-ifs.
“Maybe your father is not asking you to do new things with him anymore because he’s afraid of being disappointed again, not because he’s angry at you. You told me stargazing was your thing, and when you turned him down in front of everyone, you probably made him think it didn’t matter to you anymore. You need to tell him that it does matter to you. And I know he will forgive you. I know it because that’s what parents do. No matter how much you fuck up, a parent can never stay angry at their child forever.” 
Donghyuck swallowed and rasped, “Thank you.”
You offered him a small smile in response and squeezed his hand reassuringly, gently wiping the new tears staining his cheeks. “You don’t have to. I know I haven’t implied it in the way I’ve behaved with you so far, but I’ll always be there if you ever need anything.”
His lips quirked up. “I know.”
You blinked, but Donghyuck returned his gaze to the sky again. “Why do you think I brought you here and told you about everything? You’re one of the very few people I absolutely trust. Our camps are rivals and might hate each other, but I’ve never hated you. You’re infuriating, sure, but that’s one of the things I love about you. You never take shit from anyone and always stand up for yourself and what you think is right. You never lie about what you really think, and all I needed was some of that.” 
Your heart was racing inside your chest, thumping against your ribcage so hard that you were afraid it might break the bones and leap right out. You couldn’t breathe—couldn’t believe Donghyuck was saying all of that to you and was meaning every single word. 
“I’m glad I could help,” you said softly and tried to regain control of yourself. “But I think you’re giving me more credit than I’m due. I mean, I don’t think cheating’s right, but I still did it and defended myself.” 
Donghyuck laughed and looked at you, the entire galaxy shining in his eyes. “Yeah, how about we quit treating this championship like some life or death competition and just have fun participating.”
“You’re just saying that because you know you’re gonna lose.”
“How dare you?” Donghyuck gasped and feigned offence. You shoved his shoulder with your free hand, eliciting a chuckle from him. He continued, “I guess I’m just over the entire rivalry thing. It was fun when we were kids, but it’s starting to get tiring now. I just don’t see why we can’t let go of things that happened so long ago. Why keep grudges?” 
You raised an eyebrow. “You act like you don’t enjoy bickering with me.”
“You act like I need a reason to do that,” he shot back. “I’d bicker with you even if there were no rivalry between our camps.” 
“Now you just sound like you’re obsessed with me.”
“Kindly get off your high horse.” 
You grinned. “I’ll stop cheating when you stop cheating.”
“I don’t think you could play dirty even if you wanted to,” Donghyuck pointed out, his face the epitome of smugness. “I know everything you’ve planned so far. Heck, I have a pretty good idea of what strategies your little pea brain might come up with in the future too. You’re in deep shit, Y/N. Deep. Shit.” 
You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you wanted to end the rivalry.”
“I suddenly remembered I’m having too much fun watching you scramble to win something you can’t, so let’s wait until after the championship to do that, okay?” He smiled at you sweetly. 
You locked your jaw. So much for trying to convince Donghyuck to play fair. Jeno would be disappointed. 
“You better watch your ass, Hyuck,” you grit through your teeth. “I’m going to fucking obliterate you and your stupid little camp. I’m going to humiliate you so bad that your kids are gonna ditch you and come to me. And then we’re gonna watch you go out of business together just like you should have all those decades ago. I’m going to bulldoze your fuckass camp and—” 
“You look so hot when you’re angry and determined and threatening me.”
You blinked. “What?”
Donghyuck’s lips twitched, as if he was trying not to smile. “Look how easily you got distracted, how quickly you lost sight of your goal. Maybe you’d stand a chance at winning if you worked on that.”
You looked away from him and glared at the sky, feeling your face heat up due to anger and embarrassment. What he said was true. After all, he had gotten you to confess to cheating because you were too busy being down bad for him. 
Heck, the same thing had happened again. He caught you off-guard so easily. All it took for him to get you to lose your train of thought was to flirt with you. 
“I don’t want to talk to you anymore,” you muttered, causing him to laugh. 
“Then sleep, Y/N,” Donghyuck urged you. When you looked at him in alarm, he said, “It’s already very late, and I don’t think we’ll get to sleep for more than a few hours if we waste time returning to camp. Let’s just go back tomorrow morning.”
You contemplated his suggestion for a moment, making a mental list of the pros and cons of sleeping outside. 
Who knew what sort of critters resided in the grass you were laying on? You didn’t even have a blanket to cover yourself to protect yourself in case the chilly wind decided to pick up. Anyone driving on the road could see the scooter parked on the side of it and decide to make you the victims of their murder. 
But the weather was terrific and so was the view. Your body felt heavy, like it was already asleep, and your strained muscles were finally relaxing after a long day of physical exertion. The air was fresh and carried an Earthy scent that was lulling you into a slumber. Sleeping in a field under the stars sounded therapeutic. Heck, it was therapeutic. 
“Okay,” you mumbled and closed your eyes. “But don’t blame me if I accidentally kick you in the middle of the night.”
Donghyuck hummed. “I won’t. I’ll just kick you harder.” 
You smiled to yourself, feeling your consciousness slowly slip away. “Deal.” 
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It felt like you and Donghyuck had become friends. 
Well, friends was probably not the right word to describe what had bloomed between the two of you since you still wanted to overthrow and humiliate each other. But you had definitely gotten closer. 
Maybe you could put a label on whatever was blooming between you once the competition was over a week and a half later. 
Both of you went stargazing for a couple of hours almost every night. You had even started to take food with you, thanks to the peaceful silence your stomach had broken with its demands for nutrition two days ago. 
Obviously, Donghyuck had been a child about the incident and commented about your fart smelling like shit that had gone stale, but the next day, he’d brought with him a stash of confiscated junk food that the two of you had devoured together. 
You hadn’t asked him about his dad again. You just didn’t feel right bringing up the topic since it wasn’t your place to stick your nose in their father-son business. You knew he needed time to gather courage to talk to his father and think about what he was going to say to him. 
So the two of you just hung out together, doing things friends usually did. 
Never mind the fact that you wanted to go beyond friendship. 
For every moment you spent with Donghyuck, you wanted to spend a thousand more. His teasing remarks and grins never failed to make your day. Your bickering only made you want to talk to him more, and the stupid shit he said only made you want to slam your lips on his to shut him up. 
The interactions between you weren’t making things easier either. 
The first night you’d stargazed, he had held your hand the entire night. You were still sleepy when you got on the scooter and started to drive home, causing you to accidentally rest your cheek on his back. 
You’d pulled back as soon as you realised, but he had urged you to use his back as a pillow. Heck, he’d even told you to wrap your hands around his waist. You’d spent the entire day over analyzing his words and trying to figure out if he’d said that for your safety or for some other reason. 
Three days ago, when Donghyuck had come to Beaver Falls, he’d caught you staring at his arms and had asked if you were okay. You were actually looking at the bulging veins, but no way in hell were you going to admit to that. In an attempt to hide the real reason, you’d blurted out that you were looking at them because they seemed lanky, and he wouldn’t stand a chance against you in hand wrestling.
Donghyuck made a face that conveyed he thought you’d finally lost your sanity, and in response to that, you’d challenged him in front of everyone. 
You had won.
Rather, he had let you win. You could tell from the way he smirked at your bewildered expression. You could tell from the way he kept flexing his arms casually. You could tell from the way he stuffed his hands in his pockets to provide you with a better view. 
The fucker knew, and you had never been more embarrassed in your life. You had supposed you should be thankful he hadn’t made a comment about your blatant shamelessness but on second thought, had realised his knowing gazes were worse than him calling you out.
“Y/N!” Jeno called as he jogged over to you, snapping you out of your reverie. “Uncle was looking for you.” 
You blinked, slightly confused. “Oh, okay. Where is he?” 
“By the canteen, I think.” Jeno nodded at the largest building in your camp. “You should be able to catch him if you hurry.” 
You didn’t respond, instead turning on your heels and speed walking towards where your father was. You spotted him talking to the cook and noting something down—most likely a list of supplies that needed stocking.
He noticed you and nodded in acknowledgement, motioning for you to wait. You complied, taking the extra time to calm your nerves. 
You had no idea why you were anxious. Your dad wasn’t intimidating or scary. He didn’t even look mad or stressed. Heck, Jeno hadn’t warned you about anything either. So why—
“We need to talk.” 
Shit.
You gulped, startled by your father’s sudden appearance and slightly upset at yourself for getting lost in your thoughts so often these days. “Sure. What’s up?”
“Not here.” He shook his head. “The office.”
Yeah, you were most definitely screwed. What was the problem with speaking right there? It wasn’t like anyone was around; everyone was occupied with their respective camp activities. 
“Okay,” you croaked and followed him to his office. 
Once you were inside, your dad closed the door behind him and told you to take a seat. Your nervousness was skyrocketing now. There was a lump in your throat, and you couldn’t bring yourself to relax in the chair. Your breathing was laboured, and your leg kept bouncing. 
“Is everything okay?” you inquired.
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he replied simply. Then added, “Isn’t it?” 
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Why do you think it wouldn’t be?” 
You were seriously starting to get weirded out now. Your dad kept answering your questions with more questions, and the entire conversation was beginning to seem like some sort of trap or set-up. 
You didn’t have the patience to play his game, so you asked directly, “Quit beating around the bush, dad. What do you want to talk to me about?”
Your old man stared at you for a moment before sighing heavily and resting his elbows on the desk in front of him. “I saw you going out with the boy from Saltwater last night. Really late, might I add, like you didn’t want anyone to see you. What’s going on?”
You froze, feeling like a deer caught in a headlight. You had no idea how to answer that question. What was going on? 
How were you supposed to tell your dad you were being buddy-buddy with the son of his rival and spending most of your spare time with him? How were you supposed to tell him that you liked him? 
You couldn’t exactly lie to him. You were already hiding things about the competition. Any more deceiving and you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. You decided being vague yet truthful was the best course of action. 
“We’ve—” you cleared your throat— “we’ve just been hanging out. That’s all.” 
Your dad’s forehead creased, and he tilted his head to the side, not believing you. “Hanging out?” 
“Yeah!” you exclaimed and laughed nervously, scrambling for a better explanation. “We just started talking and realised we got along really well. So we started meeting up and thought, Wow, not hating each other and holding grudges feels good. What is the point of this rivalry? We don’t need to have beef just because our grandfathers did. Maybe we should—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” your father interrupted and signalled a time-out, overwhelmed by your rambling. “So is the competition off now? Weren’t you excited about it? I vividly remember you begging me to let our camp participate.” 
“I was— I am excited!” you corrected yourself, trying to clear the misunderstanding. “The competition is still on. We were talking about ending the rivalry after it gets over.” 
“I’m confused right now,” he said. “If you wanna end it, why not end it now? Why wait?” 
“Well, that’s because—” you caught yourself and narrowed your eyes on him. “Wait, why do you sound like you don’t mind the idea of getting along with Saltwater? I thought you hated them.”
Your dad sighed. “I don’t hate them. It just doesn’t sit right with me that Lee thought his father’s actions were justified. Then again, I don’t know what version of the story he was told. Maybe Saltwater painted your grandfather to be the bad guy like he was painted to be the bad guy in the version we were told.” 
“But what about all the mean stuff you’ve said about their camp?” you sputtered. “Why would you raise me in a way that made me hate them if you didn’t hate them either? Why would you make our campers hate them?” 
“Okay, let me rephrase that,” he backtracked. “I don’t hate the camp; I just hate Lee. Actually, maybe I do hate the camp by transitivity because Lee’s the one leading them. But anyway,” he moved on upon seeing your incredulous expression. “I think competition and healthy rivalries are good for character development. I may have been blinded by my own rage and let things get out of hand, causing the kids to be full of hate for Saltwater, but I’m glad you and Donghyuck are getting along. I’d like for our establishments to be able to exist in harmony. I can’t forgive Lee or ever have a civil conversation with him, but I’m proud to know our kids aren’t as petty and stubborn as us.” 
Your jaw was hanging open. You couldn’t believe what you’d heard. The continuation of the entire rivalry was a result of misunderstandings and lack of communication between your dads? Because they had huge egos and didn’t have the ability to forgive and forget? 
This was the stupidest shit ever.
Then again, you had no right to judge your father. You had been doing the same thing until Donghyuck put the thought of ending the rivalry in your head. 
“Well,” you started, trying to come up with something to say. “What next?”
“I still think there should be a healthy rivalry between our camps. I just don’t think we should hate each other as people.”
“But you’re still gonna hate Donghycuk’s dad?” you asked dryly. 
“Absolutely,” your dad confirmed, getting up from his chair and opening the door of his cabin. “He’s the biggest asshole out there, and I’m going to talk shit about him every chance I get. But I trust you’ll be better when I hand over this camp to you.” 
You rolled your eyes and walked out. “You’re impossible.” 
“I know” was all he said before shutting the door in your face.
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“What are you thinking about?”
You averted your gaze from the sky and glanced at Donghyuck. He was already staring at you, an amused yet curious expression lining his features. 
“Do you think I’m impossible?” you inquired absent-mindedly. 
He snorted and turned on his side, propping his elbow on the ground to rest his head on it. He looked down at you and flicked your forehead, replying, “Absolutely. Why do you ask?” 
“No reason,” you popped, smiling to yourself at the thought of you and your father being so similar. “By the way, my dad found out about us.”
Donghyuck’s lips quirked in a shit-eating grin. “No way! He knows we’re dating?” 
You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder playfully, stifling the longing blossoming inside you. The idiot had no idea how bad you wanted to be his girlfriend. 
“Yeah, he told me I could do much better than your fuckass.” 
“That’s funny because I caught you staring at it today.”
“Don’t be flattered. You had leftover shit stains.”
Donghyuck tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably and ended up laughing at the insult you’d hurled at him. “You’re disgusting.”  
Smirking, you sat up and tucked your knees under your chin. He got up as well and spread his legs in front of him, leaning back on his arms. 
“He saw us sneak out,” you said, coming back to the topic at hand. “And then he confronted me about it.”
Donghyuck hummed. “What’d you say?”
“The truth.” 
“Which is?” 
Brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in your face, you said, “That we’ve been getting along and don’t wanna hold grudges anymore.” 
“Did he take it well?” 
“Surprisingly, yes. He said he doesn’t hate Saltwater; he just hates your dad—” a snort from Donghyuck— “but since your dad is the one leading Saltwater, he hates the camp too. Like, he wouldn’t hate it if someone else were the owner. For example, you.” 
Donghyuck blinked and tilted his head to the side. “Does that mean your dad likes me?” 
“Yeah.” You huffed a laugh and ruffled his hair, causing him to swat your hand away in annoyance. “He even said he was proud of us for not being stubborn and petty.” 
“But we are stubborn and petty.” 
“We’re also cheaters and manipulators, but he doesn’t need to know that.” 
Donghyuck raised an amused eyebrow. “I feel like I know you more than your own dad. You’d get into serious trouble if I spilled all the dirt I have on you.” 
You scoffed. “I don’t think you have any dirt on me.” 
“So you weren’t high and drunk at that end-of-semester party you went to with Renjun?” he quipped, looking smug.
You froze, the smile on your face dropping. A chill ran down your spine as you sputtered, “H-how do you know about that?” 
“Because you FaceTimed me, told me to fuck myself and then hung up. A minute later, you sent me a snap of you smooching a bottle of vodka that was captioned “kiss my ass like this.”
“No way,” you gaped. Straightening, you faced Donghyuck and crossed your legs under you. 
You stared at him anxiously, wanting to know more about what had happened. The entire night had been a huge blur. Even now, you barely recalled anything other than blacking out and then waking up with a pounding headache. 
Donghyuck smirked, clearly enjoying the power he held over you at that moment. “Oh, yeah. I called Renjun to make sure you weren’t too far gone and told me he’d gone off with some girl because he forgot you were there with him.”
“Motherfucker,” you cursed under your breath, making a mental note to kick Renjun in the nuts the next time you saw him. You couldn’t believe he’d abandoned you to get some even though he had volunteered to be the sober one and take care of you. “What happened after that? He came back for me, right? I mean, I was in my bed when I came to it the next day.” 
Donghyuck looked at you with mock sympathy. “If only Renjun were that good of a friend,” he pouted. “I was the one who picked you up and took you back home after he texted me your location. You were passed out on the floor of a cubicle and cuddling with the toilet when I found you.” 
“But you live an hour away.” 
He shrugged. “So? I couldn’t just let you be by yourself when you were so wasted.” 
Your lips parted, and you gazed at Donghyuck in shock. You’d seen an outgoing call with him on the night of the party but had been too tired to wonder what it had been about. You had forgotten about it later, but you remembered now.
“You took me home?” you whispered. 
He nodded. “Yeah. I left right after tucking you in, though. I had an 8 a.m. class.” 
“But Renjun didn’t mention you when I asked him if he put me to bed,” you said. 
He snorted. “He knew he’d get his ass handed to him if you knew what really happened. That’s why I didn’t leave a note or call you the next day.”
And all this time, you’d thought Donghyuck was an asshole. You couldn’t believe he’d driven for hours at night to make sure you were okay. That he had never mentioned the incident because he didn’t want his friend to get into trouble for ditching you. 
Even now, he was looking at you like what he’d done for you wasn’t a big deal. Like it was something he’d do again in a heartbeat. You didn’t know how that made you feel. 
“I…” you trailed off, not knowing what to say. “Thanks for being there for me.” 
Donghyuck ruffled your hair and smiled at you cheekily. “Anytime, Beaver.” 
Warmth rose to your cheeks, and you averted your eyes from his, dipping your head to hide the effect he was having on you. 
“Let’s go somewhere else,” he said and stood up, holding his hand out for you. You raised an eyebrow questioningly, but grabbed it and pulled yourself up, nonetheless. 
“Where are we going?” you inquired as he led you back to the scooter. 
Donghyuck only grinned at you before saying, “To the end of the world.”
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The end of the world, as Donghyuck had so dramatically put it, was a cliff overlooking the lake. 
It was the same place you’d thought he would take you to when he asked you to meet him for the first time that day. At that time you’d assumed he would ask you to jump off. 
As it turned out, you weren’t entirely wrong. 
“We don’t have our swimsuits,” you pointed out. “Our clothes are gonna get wet.” 
“Then strip,” he simply responded, kicking off his sneakers and stuffing his socks in them. 
Feeling your face heat up, you crossed your arms over your chest defiantly. “You sound like you’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, Hyuck.” 
“What if I say yes? Does that make a diff—” 
“No, it doesn’t!” you exclaimed, genuinely unable to tell if there was some truth to his words or if he was joking around as usual. Regardless, his response sent a trail of goosebumps erupting across your skin. “I’m not stripping!” 
“How unfortunate.” Donghyuck grinned and stepped closer to you. “Is it okay if I get rid of my shirt?” 
It was an effort to not let your eyes leave his face and wander down to his clothed abdomen. You gulped, struggling to find your lost voice. The boy in front of you smirked, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you. 
“It’s only fair for you to ruin your clothes if I ruin mine,” you croaked with much difficulty. 
“Sure,” Donghyuck drawled. “Clothes on, it is.” 
You breathed a sigh of relief the moment he moved away and gave you space to get ready for the jump. Trying to calm your racing heart, you tied your hair in a messy bun at the crown of your head. 
“Ready?” Donghyuck asked once you got your strands out of the way and were standing barefoot in front of him. 
You hummed. “Wanna run off?” 
“Only if we race.” 
“I hope you’re not a sore loser,” you commented, shooting a small smile his way. 
He laughed, leading you away from the tip of the cliff. “You know I am.” 
The two of you faced the drop once you were several feet away. Glancing at Donghyuck out of the corner of your eye, you proposed, “On three?” 
“Do the honours,” he replied, nodding once. 
You looked forward again and dug your feet in the ground underneath, bracing yourself for the run. “Three,” you began, “two, one!”  
And then you were sprinting, Donghyuck’s laughter chasing after you as he met your pace. You forced yourself to go faster, faster, faster in an attempt to outrun him, and within no time, you were leaping off the cliff and soaring in the sky. 
A scream of pure joy spilled from your lips as gravity dragged you back down. 
The dive was over right as it began. It barely lasted for more than five seconds, but it was an indescribable experience—one of the best you’d ever had in your entire life. 
And having Donghyuck by your side, accompanying you as you made the fall, only made it even more memorable. 
The cold water of the lake swallowed you whole the moment you made contact with it. You stayed suspended for a while, drinking in the peace and quiet that came along with being underwater. The moment you began running out of breath, you felt for the lake floor with your feet and propelled yourself upwards. 
You broke to the surface with a huge grin on your face and found Donghyuck gazing at you with a similar one on his own. 
Before you could ask if he wanted to jump again, he pushed back his wet hair, diving into the water once more. 
And then he was suddenly under you, slipping one arm under your knees and putting the other behind your back to support your upper body as he picked you up.
“Hyuck!” you screamed gleefully, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging on to him for dear life. “Don’t throw me!” 
Donghyuck snickered. “You really think I’m gonna listen to you?” 
You tightened your hold and glared at him playfully. “You’ll pay for this.” 
“Shiver me timbers” was all he said before flinging you with all his might. 
A split second—that was all you had to take a breath before the lake enveloped you again. You puffed out your cheeks and pinched your nose shut, but the water still entered your mouth. 
Coughing and gasping, you emerged to the top. “You fucker!” you croaked, choking on your own words. “It went up my nose!” 
“Your fault,” Donghyuck said and smirked at you. “I warned you.” 
You narrowed your eyes at him, wanting to slap the grin off his face. “I’m gonna drown you,” you threatened and lunged at him. 
He laughed and dodged you like it was nothing, but that didn’t stop nor deter you. You leapt again without wasting time, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling him towards you. 
Once you’d dragged him close enough, you pounced on his back and dunked his head into the water. “Suffer, asshole!” 
Upon hearing his muffled screams and seeing him flap his arms to signal he was getting short of breath, you let go of him and got off his back. “I thought you were a swimmer. How’d you get run out of breath in under a minute?” 
Scowling, Donghyuck turned to face you. “You caught me off guard, dumbass.” 
“Did I?” you asked sarcastically. “I told you you’d pay.”
He rolled his eyes and pointed at his exposed collarbone. “You tore my shirt too. I expect compensation.” 
Like hell were you going to compensate Donghyuck when he was the one who had started this entire thing, but your curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to indulge him. Arching an eyebrow, you inquired, “What sort of compensation are we talking about?” 
Donghyuck pretended to think, resting his chin on his fist. “Hmm, I don’t know. There’s not much I want from you other than your failure in the championship.” 
You snorted and opened your mouth to tell him to fuck off, but before you could do so, he continued, “Except, maybe a kiss.”
And just like that, you changed your mind about not giving him any compensation. 
You were so shocked and overjoyed at the same time that you couldn’t breathe. Your heart came to a stop, and you could only look at Donghyuck. Could only hope he wasn’t messing with you. 
But his face had become dead serious. The mischievous glint in his eyes was gone, and all signs of his usual amusement had faded. Unblinking and unmoving, he stared back at you. 
You knew he meant it—you could see the hope and anticipation swirling in his orbs. But a part of you still felt compelled to confirm. So, you did. 
“Are you sure?” you whispered. 
Donghyuck glanced at your lips for a split second before gazing into your eyes again. Gulping, he nodded once. “Yeah.” 
And then, your heart was suddenly beating at the speed of light. You couldn’t gulp down enough air as you waded through the chin-level water and approached him. 
He stood where he was, not removing his eyes from yours for even a moment. You paused once you were right in front of him and raised your trembling hands to cup his wet cheeks. 
Donghyuck didn’t pull you against him. He didn’t close the distance between your mouths. He only waited for you to make the first move. 
You took a shaky breath and dropped your gaze to his lips. Parting your own, you tilted your head up and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. 
You felt Donghyuck smile against you. Felt him snake his arms around your waist and finally pull you against him. Felt him kiss you back like he had wanted to do it since forever. 
Your heart went haywire inside your chest. Pure euphoria coursed through you, and it felt like your brain was short-circuiting. You’d kissed plenty of times before, but none of those came close to the one you were sharing with Donghyuck. 
He tasted like the strawberry chapstick you’d always seen him apply. His full lips were as soft as you’d imagined them to be, and they fit into yours like the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Your noses brushed as he dipped his head and titled it to gain better access. 
You removed a hand from his cheek and fisted the nape of his shirt, pulling him closer, closer, closer. 
“You’re gonna completely rip my shirt, you know?” Donghyuck mumbled against your mouth. 
“Good. Then I’ll be able to compensate you again.”
He huffed a laugh and detached your lips. Resting his forehead on yours, he asked, “Am I going to have to let you destroy my clothes to kiss you from now on?” 
You smiled and opened your eyes, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Nah. Just come over.”
Donghyuck chuckled. “Don’t regret saying that when I show up every single day.” 
“Don’t be surprised when I do the same,” you quipped, moving away a bit.
His hands stayed on you for a moment, as if he didn’t want you to create distance. But the two of you needed to go back to camp. Dawn was approaching, and you needed to dry yourselves. Having wet hair first thing in the morning would raise questions you weren’t particularly inclined to answer. 
“This changes nothing, though,” you added. “I’m still gonna humiliate your stupid camp and make you eat your words.” 
Donghyuck gave you a lazy grin—the kind that made you want to pull him against you again. “I look forward to making out with you while plotting your downfall.”
You smirked. “Me too.” 
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“Where do you keep disappearing all the time?” Jeno inquired, narrowing his eyes at you. “One minute you’re here, and the next, you’re not.” 
“What do you mean?” you asked nonchalantly. “Where would I go?”
“She hangs out with Hyuck every night and makes out with him in the woods,” Jaemin popped, biting into his apple. 
You started, slapping your hand to his mouth and hastily scanning your surroundings to check if any campers were around. “Shut up! How the fuck did you know?” you demanded. 
Jaemin’s mouth moved against your palm as he chewed on the fruit. He pointed at your hand, causing you to remove it from his lips and allowing him to speak. “You’re really not that subtle, you know?” 
“You disappear to make out with him?” Jeno whisper-shouted before you could snap at Jaemin. “When did he confess to you?” 
You froze, averting your gaze from Jaemin and focusing on Jeno instead. “What do you mean when did he confess to you?”
“He means Donghyuck has been attracted to you for a while now,” Jaemin cut in. “It was kinda obvious, but the two of you have always had pathetic love lives, so I don’t blame you for not realising.”
“Hey!” Jeno and you protested at the same time. 
“Shut up. Don’t even try to defend yourselves. Jeno, you’re just a big dumbass who pays no attention to his surroundings. I had to tell you Donghyuck was into Y/N. And Y/N, you’re just a stupid fucking idiot who can’t see something that’s right in front of her. I thought you knew Donghyuck liked you. I thought you never paid any mind to his obvious head-over-heels behaviour because you didn’t like him back.” 
You glared at Jaemin and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “What gives you the idea that Donghyuck likes me? That he has liked me for a while now, as you said.”
“I don’t know what happened between the two of you that made you start tongue fucking each other, but the fact that you do it makes it pretty clear that he likes you,” Jaemin said in a deadpan voice. “And I know he’s liked you for at least a year because he punched that asshole who was looking at you like he was mentally stripping you.” 
You blinked. So Donghyuck hadn’t gone off the rails and become unnecessarily violent like you’d thought he had. He’d raised his hand to protect your honour. The realisation made warmed your heart. 
“Donghyuck is a good guy, Jaemin,” you retorted, pulling yourself out of your reverie. “He doesn’t need to be attracted to me to help me out. I’m sure he would have done the same if any other girl were in my place.” 
“Fine,” Jaemin said. “Accepted. But you can’t deny the way he looks at you screams I love you and I want you to be mine and—” 
“Hold on,” you interjected. “First you accuse him of being attracted to me, and then you say he loves me? You’re insane.” 
Jaemin sighed. “Why are you so against the possibility—reality—of Donghyuck liking you. And that’s me toning it down for you because I’m, like, 99% sure he’s in love.” 
Your words died in your throat. To be honest, you had no idea why you were so set on dismissing Jaemin’s theory. You liked Donghyuck a lot, but you’d never really expected your newly developed feelings to be reciprocated. 
And to now find out that there was a chance he’d liked—you refused to use the word love—you for a long time, even when you’d disliked him… 
“You still don’t believe me,” Jaemin scoffed, noting the expression on your face. “Wow.” 
“How the hell do you expect me to, huh?” you demanded. “Have you seen the way we act? We’re always hurling insults at each other and saying the most awful things—” 
“But you don’t mean any of them!” Jaemin finally burst out. “The two of you never truly mean any of the shit you say. Being assholes to each other and arguing over the most insignificant things is just your dynamic. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”  
“But—” 
“Why don’t you just go and ask him yourself,” Jeno, who had been silent all this time, cut in. “Prove to us that you’re not a coward.” 
Glaring at your cousin, you said, “I’m not stupid enough to fall for that.” 
“You’re not,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still a coward. You’re a goddamn pussy, and that is how I know Donghyuck made the first move. And if he was the one who initiated the kiss, he definitely likes you, Y/N.” 
“What’s the worst that could happen anyway?” Jaemin continued. “You could get rejected. Donghyuck could be an even bigger jerk than we thought he was, and say that it all meant nothing. But then you’d at least know. You could use your hatred and anger as fuel and fucking crush him in the championship.” 
“He’s not a jerk,” you mumbled, dropping your gaze to the ground. 
“Oh, yeah? Then why don’t you go and talk to him?” 
You knew Jaemin and Jeno had a point. You knew they were rightfully calling you out on your bullshit. You knew you were scared. You just didn’t know of what.  
Donghyuck wouldn’t play around with you. He wasn’t the type of guy to do something like that. The two of you had practically been around each other your entire lives, so no way in hell would he just mess around with you knowing your paths were so entangled. 
But what if he thought you were messing around? What if he thought you weren’t serious? You certainly hadn’t done or said anything to hint that you were. 
Maybe that was why he hadn’t asked you out yet. Because he thought whatever was going on between you was just a short-lived summer fling. 
Or maybe he was just waiting for you to make the move this time. Donghyuck wasn’t a jerk, but he did like to get on your nerves. And he could be very patient if he wanted to be. 
“If this backfires,” you began, “I will chop your testicles in your sleep. I don’t need to be rejected by fucking Lee Donghyuck.” 
“It won’t,” Jaemin urged, throwing the core of his apple in the dustbin nearby and pushing you towards your camp’s exit. “I know he likes you.” 
You grumbled to yourself. Jaemin better not be wrong. You’d rather die than confess to Donghyuck and not have him return your feelings. 
“Hey, Renjun,” you greeted and waved at him upon entering the grounds of Saltwater. “Have you seen Hyuck?” 
“Yeah,” he said as he pulled you into a side hug, pointing at a cabin several feet away. “He’s in his dad’s office. I think he’ll be out soon.”  
“Can I wait?” 
Renjun snorted. “Hell, nah. I can’t have you spying around and seeing things you shouldn’t be seeing.” 
“Even though we’re best friends?” You pouted, refraining the urge to blackmail him by mentioning the time when he ditched you at the party. 
He flicked your forehead playfully. “Especially because we’re best friends. I know the exact kind of a person you are.”
You began to protest but cut yourself off when the corner of your eye caught Donghyuck’s figure exiting the cabin, his father in tow. Even though you were far enough to not be able to hear them conversing, you didn’t miss the huge smile adorning the boy’s lips. 
It wasn’t playful or evil. Neither was it the mischievous one that he gave you so often. Donghyuck was smiling a real smile that conveyed nothing but happiness and childlike joy. 
Watching him look at his dad like that made the corners of your lips curl up too. 
As if feeling your gaze on him, Donghyuck’s head turned in your direction. You saw his mouth move as he bid his father goodbye. And then, he was sprinting towards you. 
You let out a surprised laugh and took a step back, bracing yourself for the hit you were about to take. 
He rammed into you with the force of a small vehicle, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in an embrace. The ground under your feet disappeared as you were picked up, and he began twirling you around. You just grabbed his shoulders, screaming at him to slow down. 
“You won’t believe what just happened,” Donghyuck breathed after setting you down, his hands still resting on your waist. Your own clung to his biceps while you tried to regain your balance. 
Excitement bubbled inside you, and you looked at him expectantly. “What?”
“I talked to my dad. I finally fucking talked to him about everything. Apologised for every single time I hurt him and asked if he’d be willing to go stargazing with me tonight.” 
You beamed at him. “He agreed.” The expression on Donghyuck’s face and the twinkle in his eyes made it clear. 
“Not just that,” he gushed. “He forgave me. He said he’d love to take me on a week-long father-son bonding trip after camp ends!”
“What?” You laughed. “That’s insane, Hyuck! I’m so happy for you!” 
Donghyuck smiled at you softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Thanks for being there for me.” 
“Anytime, Goldfish.” You winked and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Donghyuck chuckled lowly, whispering in your ear that he was a shark. You simply hummed and called him a goldfish again. Your goldfish.  
From behind you, Renjun cleared his throat. 
Shifting away from Donghyuck, you faced your friend and tried your best to fight the fluster that was warming your cheeks. Renjun was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, but he thankfully didn’t make a comment. 
You knew he’d torment you later, though, and ask why you were suddenly so close to the boy you always talked shit about.
“I’m happy for you, Hyuck.” Renjun grinned and pulled him in a brief hug. “I don’t know what happened between you and counsellor Lee, but I’m glad you grew the balls to make things right.” 
Throwing an arm around your shoulder, Donghyuck said, “Wouldn’t have done it without Y/N knocking some sense into me. Besides, if her dad could be proud of me, there was no way mine wouldn’t even hear me out.” 
That’s when the reason behind his sudden courage dawned on you. Donghyuck must have felt shitty to know his enemy’s father was proud of him when he was on awkward terms with his own. 
“True,” Renjun popped. “Anyway, I gotta go know. Archery starts soon. I’ll leave you guys to it.” 
Once the boy was out of earshot, you shrugged Donghyuck’s arm off your shoulder and glared at him. “You drove Renjun away!” 
“What?” he exclaimed. “I literally only breathed!” 
You groaned. “Did you have to be so touchy in front of him? He clearly got uncomfortable and escaped. What’s worse is he’s gonna tease me about it—”
Donghyuck shut you up by capturing your lips in a kiss. It was pathetic how you instantly melted into him and reciprocated, giving no thought to your surroundings. 
“Don’t lie; you love it when I’m touchy,” he mumbled against your mouth, pulling back with a cheeky grin on his face. 
Touché.
“Also, it’s not that I don’t enjoy seeing you,” he continued, “but why are you here?” 
Oh. 
Clearing your throat to buy yourself some time to think of an excuse, you squeaked, “Um, I was just spying on you.” 
Donghyuck gave you a weird look that said there was no way he was buying your utter bullshit. “When do I get to hear the truth?” 
Never, you thought to yourself. It wasn’t that you were chickening out, but it just didn’t feel right to confess to him immediately after he had made amends with his dad. It was their day, and you didn’t want to intrude on it. You could talk to him the next day too. 
“Tomorrow,” you declared. “After you’re back from stargazing.” 
“I was actually hoping we could meet tonight,” Donghyuck countered. “Dad and I won’t be gone for long—just a couple of hours at most.” When you raised an inquiring eyebrow, he explained, “Trust me, I wanna do spend more time with him, but he still has a camp to run. This place might fall apart if the owner and the head counsellor both disappeared for an entire night.” 
Laughing, you agreed. “Sure. Midnight?”
“Midnight.”
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It was midnight. 
Donghyuck was nowhere in sight, but you weren’t really surprised. His lack of punctuality didn’t even faze you anymore. But when fifteen minutes passed, and he still didn’t show up, you started to grow agitated.
Had he decided to spend the entire night stargazing with his father? It was possible for them to have made last-minute changes to their plan. You couldn’t even be angry at him for ditching you because tonight was special for him. 
Sighing, you let your shoulders slump and scanned your surroundings for the last time. Upon finding the road stranded and no one in sight, you turned to go back to your camp. 
You had taken no more than one step when all the lights winked out, and darkness engulfed you. Slapping a hand on your mouth to keep a scream from escaping, you whirled to see what had caused the sudden blackout. 
Before your eyes could adjust to the sudden lack of light, a lamp post inside Saltwater grounds came back to life, your gaze immediately zeroing in on it. 
You’d seen enough horror movies to know that following the light would be a mistake. But then again, standing alone in the dark was even terrifying. The security personnel from both camps had also seemed to vanish into thin air. 
“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath and threw a glance over your shoulder, trying to detect any movement in Beaver Falls. 
You weren’t surprised to see that the camp was as silent as a grave. It was way past curfew, and even the counsellors didn’t stay up past midnight. Walking into your own home felt scary when it was shrouded in darkness. 
Averting your gaze to the only source of light in a sea of obsidian, you steeled your nerves. “I’m gonna kill Donghyuck if I die,” you muttered and took a step forward.
But then you remembered that you had nothing to protect yourself with against the ghost that was tormenting you, so you speed walked to your side of the road, crouched and blindly searched the ground with your hand. 
Bingo, you thought to yourself as your fingers wrapped around a large, heavy stone. Throwing it would be challenging, but you had a solid defence against the threat now.
You took small, measured steps towards the lamp post with the stone raised above your head, your eyes constantly darting around in fear. When you were less than a few metres away from the beacon, another one lit up, and the one in front of you extinguished. 
You froze, eyes wide and breathing laboured. The stone slipped from your fingers and landed on the ground with a soft thud. 
“Hell, no,” you whispered, realising that you were being led towards the woods. This was not how you were going to die. “I’m out.” 
Turning on your heels, you began sprinting in the direction of your camp. Thanks to the little bit of light, your eyes never adjusted to the utter darkness. The only thing keeping you from falling was your muscle memory. 
You had only run for a few seconds when you crashed into a wall of solid and rebounded, falling on your ass. You dared to look up and instantly wished you never had. 
Staring down at you was the urban legend whose story you narrated to the kids in your camp on the last night of their stay—the hollow-eyed woman. 
She had no eyeballs, and her figure adorned a white gown splattered with blood. Her mud-stained skin was pale, as if it had never seen sunlight, causing her blue veins to look like they were popping out. Her waist-length hair covered most of her face, her empty sockets staring into your soul through the gaps. 
You knew she didn’t really exist. You knew she was just a myth. You knew it was you who dressed up as her every year to scare the kids when they explored the woods. 
Unfortunately, your terror had rendered you unable to think rationally. Heck, you couldn’t even bring yourself to breathe, much less scream. But then your body suddenly switched to survival mode, and you were scrambling away from her. 
Hauling yourself up, you made a beeline for the light. To Hell with your worries of being baited into the woods. 
Anywhere was safer than where the hollow-eyed woman was. 
One after the other, lamp posts lit up, the ones behind them winking out as you sprinted past. When the woods got thicker, the posts were swapped with hanging lamps nailed to the tree. 
It felt like you had been running for hours, but then you stumbled into a clearing. There was no light to follow anymore, so you came to a stop, your eyes darting around in an attempt to identify your location. 
Realisation slowly began to dawn on you. “What the—” 
You were cut off by the lights suddenly switching back on. Raising an arm to shield your eyes against the brightness, you squinted, trying to see what was going on. 
Lee motherfucking Donghyuck was standing in the middle of the small clearing, a shy smile on his face. 
He had ditched his camp jersey in favour of wearing casuals—a black button-up shirt that was tucked in from the front and had its first two buttons left open with the sleeves rolled up, a pair of blue ripped jeans and white canvas shoes. His hair was pushed back, putting his forehead on display. 
All thoughts about the hollow-eyed woman flew out of your mind. The only thing you could focus on was the boy in front of you and how good he looked. 
Your fear was replaced with confusion and fascination and wonder. The clearing had been decorated, and from the looks of it, a lot of effort had been put into making it look pretty.
Fairy lights were hung on the trees to illuminate the place and a table for two had been set up behind Donghyuck, soft music playing in the background. 
“What…” you trailed off and began walking towards him. “What’s going on?”  
 Donghyuck chuckled softly. “I told you to meet me tonight, didn’t I?”
“But I did come to meet you,” you sputtered. “But there was no one there, and then everything went dark, and this lamp post suddenly lit up, and then more started lighting up, and there was the hollow-eyed woman, and I started running and—”
“That was all to bring you here,” he said, cutting off your ramble. “You were supposed to follow the lights.”
“And the ghost?” you asked incredulously. “That was a set up too?” 
“Of course, it was.” He laughed, slipping his hand in yours and pulling you closer to him. “Jeno dressed up.” 
Despite your confusion regarding what was happening, you couldn’t help but let out a snort at the image that formed in your mind. “I didn’t know he was so good at costuming.” 
Donghyuck smiled, cupping your cheek with a hand and caressing it with his thumb. “Neither did I. And I didn’t know you’d be so scared either. Sorry for baiting you that way.” 
Rolling your eyes, you shoved his shoulder playfully. “I wasn’t scared,” you lied, trying to play it cool. “I was just taken aback. Was the ghost part really necessary?” 
He gave you a look that said he didn’t believe you but indulged you nevertheless and said, “I knew you wouldn’t follow the lights. You’re too smart to fall for something like that, so we had to think of a way to make you do what we wanted.” 
“We?” You raised an eyebrow. “Why does it sound like more people were involved?” 
Donghyuck grinned. “Because there were. When I told you I wanted to end the rivalry, I meant it. Kids and counsellors from both our camps helped me to set everything up.”
“No way!” you gasped. “They actually worked together?” 
He laughed. “Yeah. Now can I ask you out, or do you want me to explain the entire process and tell you about the fights I had to break apart in order for this to be a success?” 
Your heart thundered inside your chest. “Ask me out,” you breathed. 
“Will you go out with me, Y/N?” 
“Yes,” you whispered and closed the distance between your mouths. 
Feeling Donghyuck smile against your lips as you kissed him was probably one of the best things you had ever experienced. That little upward quirk of his lips spoke volumes about how happy he was.
How happy you made him. 
You’d never thought you would crave something—someone—so much. You’d never imagined having the courage to lay yourself bare with all your flaws out in the open for a person to see. Had never expected anyone to witness them and still accept you for the way you were. 
It dawned on you that Donghyuck had been doing so your entire life. You may have been enemies and gone head-to-head on numerous occasions, but he knew you from the inside out and had never been repulsed. He’d seen you at your worst and had still fallen for you in the end. 
And despite knowing all his imperfections, the same had happened to you. Maybe it was because you never saw them as something that needed to be worked on or fixed. 
Donghyuck was annoying, stubborn, a literal child when it came to certain things, but that was what you loved about him. Had perhaps always loved that about him even when you hated him. 
You realised that it’s true what they say: sometimes the answer is right in front of you.
Donghyuck was your answer. 
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It was the day of the competition. 
Both camps were buzzing with excitement, adrenaline was flowing through everyone’s veins, and anticipation was evident on each face.  
All of your campers had worked tirelessly for this day, and you were incredibly proud of them. They’d even gone as far as waking up an hour early every day for the last week of camp so they could practice for longer. 
Hell, even the six-year-olds had willingly gotten up at five in the morning to polish their moves. 
Donghyuck and you had decided to play fair. If you wanted to end this rivalry once and for all, the best way to do it was by not sabotaging each other. In fact, you’d made changes to the basis of the championship too. 
Now, everyone was competing to build teamwork and develop a sense of sportsmanship. No longer would the winner be declared as the “better of the two camps.”  
As per your expectations, the kids had been against the “participation is more important than winning” mantra you had proposed. To be honest, you yourself thought the entire saying was bullshit, but it was time you started acting like a figure the campers could look up to and aspire to be. 
You hadn’t bothered to make changes to the intense pep talk you had written in advance on the day the championship was announced, though. Most of its contents still humiliated camp Saltwater and encouraged the Beaver Falls representatives to put those pathetic Goldfish in their places. 
It didn’t matter anyway. You wanted to be a good idol, not a great one. 
“Ready to lose?” Donghyuck drawled in your ear, throwing an arm over your shoulder. 
“I hope you are,” you quipped. “I’m going to destroy you bitches.” 
“You aren’t even participating.”
Throwing him a side glare, you said, “You know what I mean, dumbass.”
“I don’t know how I feel about my girlfriend calling me a dumbass.”
Your heart started beating a little faster at the word girlfriend. “How about fuckass?” 
“Nah.”
“Whore? Slut? Dipshit? Bitch boy? Douchebaguette—”
“Douchebaguette?” Donghyuck asked incredulously. 
“Douchebaguette it is!”
“Hey, I didn’t—” 
“Bye, I gotta go practice the trash talk I’m gonna make you hear after I win this championship,” you interrupted him and shrugged his hand off you, beginning to walk away with your front still facing him. 
Donghyuck snorted. “Yeah, you go do that, Douchebaguettess. You’re seriously lacking.” 
Biting your lip to keep a smile from creeping on your face, you gave flipped him off with both hands. “Suck my dick.”
“Why don’t you suck mine?” he called after you. “At least the one I have isn’t hypothetical!” 
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Shaking your head, you finally put your back to him.  
Dating the idiot was going to be a rollercoaster. The good kind. You couldn’t wait to see what was in store for you. Couldn’t wait to experience the wonders of life with him.
And maybe it was too early to put a name to your feelings for Donghyuck, but they sure as hell felt a lot like love.
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note: I’LL GIVE YOU A BIIIIG HUG IF YOU MADE IT SO FAR <3_<3 writing seasons in the sun has been such a rollercoaster for me LOL as someone who has zero commitment but still wanted to include everything that was thought of, completing this fic was a huge challenge <//3 BUT all my frustrations turned out to be worth it in the end bc the amount of satisfaction i’m feeling rn......PHEW once again, thank you soooo much for reading :”) truly means the world to me <3 
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lee donghyuck x reader
☆ fluff, tiny bit of angst, jealousy, cheating, kissing, heavy cursing, childhood friends to lovers, 4.3k wc
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haechan was playing with his friends when he heard a girl cry loudly, turning his head he saw two boys making fun of the little girl.
despite him being smaller than the two, he didn't think twice about hiding you behind him and yelling at the other two to leave you alone.
you two have been unseperable ever since, and he promised never to let anyone hurt you again.
who would have thought that in the end, he would be the cause to your heartache?
although the grownups in your life constantly encourage you to enjoy your youth since you won't get the chance to do it again, there are some aspects of it that are unpleasant. the continual change in your body, the pressure from those around you, and the abandonment of friends.
its pathetic how you still care about the guy that left you without saying anything.
you and haechan have some sort of friday night ritual where he comes over to watch a movie marathon with you. but tonight, for some reason, he wasn't there. even though you weren't very concerned by it, you still felt compelled to ask him about it.
weird. you thought. no reply.
you just shrugged it off, figuring that he was either asleep or had an urgent task to complete. but once it had been three days and he hadn't replied or read your texts, you began to worry.
you just decided to ask him about it at school. however, he was acting even stranger at school. his responses seemed reserved, and eventually, he simply ignored you.
you tried to reach out to him often, but each time he gave you an excuse to be left alone. you just stopped communicating with him after you grew tired of his attitude.
it left you hurt and confused. the night you finally accepted that you had lost your bestfriend, you buried yourself in your tears.
you're really grateful to your friends for helping you get over what happened and you don't know what you would have done without them.
"tonight's the night you finally get out there! there are a lot more better, hotter men out there than that idiot, redacted" your friend, youngsi exclaims
"i just got here how are you drunk already" you ask as you try to hold her stable
"well i arrived here 2 hours ago so i don't think you expected me to hold myself back for you. i would die for you, but you know it's alcohol over you. only the truth" she says and you scrunch your nose at the smell of alcohol in her breath.
"and i'm not drunk! just tipsy! now let's find you a man. but first, a drink of course." she grins as she pulls you deeper into the crowd.
she hands you your drink and asks, "so, have you seen anyone interesting yet?" she raises her eyebrows at you
renjun approaches you and wrapped you both in a hug "good evening ladies" he greeted with a smile "what's up"
"hey rj, we're on a mission to find y/n's new man tonight" youngsi grins and renjun just chuckles. "well, goodluck with that i'm gonna go play some beer pong. you guys wanna join?" youngsi already stood up ready to follow him, he looks at you "i'm good. i just want to sit down for now. you guys have fun though." he smiles at you and youngsi hugged you before walking away
not too long after your friends had left you, a guy sat down beside you, you didn't acknowledge him until he spoke
"hey, you're y/n right?" he asks in a quiet tone "oh hi, yes i am, i'm sorry but may i ask for your name?," you reply "i'm han sungho, we study at the same university but a seperate campus, i see you a lot on the bulettin board. you're really pretty"
you both blushed "thanks. what's your course?" "fine arts" he smiles shyly
"oh! that is so cool you know fine arts was actually my second choice," the both of you talked the whole night, enjoying each other's company
after exchanging numbers, you two got closer and eventually started dating.
they were both rushing late, and jeno, haechan's roommate, roared into his ear, "DONGHYUCK GET THE FUCK UP." haechan grumbled and griped, asking why he would even bother to wake him up.
"i would feel too guilty leaving without you." "please adjust for me once and go get washed up" he begs. "five more minutes" haechan groans. "screw that, just change. NOW. or i'm really going to go without you"
he hurried to get ready as soon as he could, feeling quite awful for making his friend run late.
"hey, what's with the long face?" jaemin greets them with a smile. "fucking exhausted" haechan groans. "wouldn't have happened if you actually rested and not play video games the whole night" jeno nags.
"why rest when you can just play video games right?" jeno rolled his eyes at this and haechan just shrugged.
as soon as your breaks matched, sungho and you made the decision to have lunch together. given that his room is close to the cafeteria, you decided to pick him up.
haechan passed by you as you stood outside the room waiting for your partner, but you didn't appear to notice. he continued to turn to face you until he caught you with sungho. he winced at this and turned aside, oblivious to his own thoughts.
your professor was pairing you up for a group assignment the following day, and when your heard the name he called with yours, your hands started to sweat
"hi y/n! it's been too long since we last talked, how are you?" jaemin sits next to you. you were pretty close to haechan's friends, but since he ghosted you, all of your interactions have ended.
"hey jaemin, i've been alright" you reply in a low tone, not quite ready to be talking with someone that is within haechan's circle
"that's nice to hear. well, i'm looking forward to working with you, friend" he says while shaking your hand. you smiled and nod at him
"i still cant believe that out of the 50% chance i would get partnered up with a haechanette, i actually get partnered up with a haechanette" you gripe
youngsi shakes her head at this "guess universe isn't on your side for today. but maybe it's a sign?" she says while tilting her head
"why would it be a sign? for what?"
"duh! for you know, you and haechan.. actually no i don't want that it's nothing it's just a class project! atleast it isn't him you were partnered up with" you agree with this. "and it would be strange since youre not in the same class so.. whatever just goodluck, girl"
you both agreed that it would be best to do the project at jaemin's dorm since it was closer to the campus than yours and you still had a class in two hours.
you can't help but worry about running into haechan though.
"don't worry he won't be home until 5, you know i won't put you in such a situation y/n" jaemin assures you. having some of your tension eased, you can now breathe more easily.
as you were on your way to class, and as the elevator doors open, the man inside was haechan, luckily, you didn't react at all and just went inside, he hopped out and left. you didn't realize you were holding your breath until you were alone
"holy shit" haechan says while walking to his dorm, he got inside looking pale and wide-eyed "what the hell happened to you?" jaemin questions. haechan didn't reply to him and just went into his room
the whole time you were in class, all you could think about was the situation at the dorm, you were lucky enough that you didn't meet in their dorm room but not lucky enough to just not run into him at all. you sigh deeply
you've been coming over to jaemin's dorm for a while now, and fortunately, you haven't seen haechan yet since the time you met at the elevator so you we're feeling ease.
and since the universe isn't always on your side, as you were putting your shoes on, ready to leave, someone opens the front door, and that someone just happens to be the person you've been avoiding
he gave you a quick glance before entering his room. jaemin had an embarrassed expression on his face when you turned to face him he mouthed sorry to you, and you just shook your head
when you told your friends about what happened, their jaws were on the floor
"i cannot believe that just happened" renjun finally spoke and youngsi was just looking at you with her mouth widely open. renjun closed her mouth and said, "so what did he do he just looked at you and go?" you nod, "well yeah, what is there to talk about anyway? i'm actually glad he didn't speak to me" youngsi grumbles. she was already enraged with haechan since you had formerly spent more time with him, but after he hurt you, she has absolutely abhorred him.
"that's nice then, you won't have to worry about talking to him even if he's at the dorm. you'll get the project done sooner and you wouldn't have to worry about meeting him at all! yay!" she celebrates. you and renjun only looked at each other, both unsure of the situation
"why was y/n here? jaemin i know you're a playboy and all but you should know enough not to fuck with her" haechan says, annoyed
"i would never try to get with someone who's taken. she only came over so we could do our project for mr. kim's class. and unlike you, i try not to hurt my friends" jaemin rolls his eyes at haechan and walked away
haechan only sighs and sat by himself.
jeno was clueless about what happened so he was confused why his friends were quiet "okay, can someone tell me what the fuck happened?" jaemin grumbles and haechan looked away "alright, you two go get dressed up we are going to hang out today, make up, and be best friends forever, how about that?" jeno says with hope of his friends agreeing
"how about we just stay home?" haechan remarks "how about i just rip your playstation to pieces?" jeno threatens "you wouldn't" "yes i would, i'm not the one who pays it" they squint their eye at each other "fine"
haechan noticed you and sungho together as they were strolling around the mall; he wishes he were the one holding your hand and making you laugh, but he doesn't deserve it after what he had done to you.
"so, where do you kids want to go?" jeno puts his arms around jaemin and haechan's shoulders "home" jaemin says. jeno flicks his forehead
"i want ice cream" haechan says as he saw you and sungho walk in the ice cream shop. "let's go get some ice cream then"
he searched the room for you when he entered and when he did, he spotted you giving your partner ice cream and taking pictures of him. he felt so envious
"yo, what do you want to order" jeno taps his shoulder
as they were having their ice cream he was only looking at you, when jeno saw what haechan was doing, he slammed his head and said, "you had me pay ten bucks for you to stare at a girl?!" jaemin glances in the same general direction that haechan was looking and sighs.
as soon as you finished your dessert, you hastily left since you were conscious of someone staring at you and it made you feel uncomfortable.
"you okay, love?" sungho asks you as he was worried "yeah i'm fine i just have to go to the bathroom real quick" sungho nods at you
"i can't believe were almost done! thank you oh my gosh" you sigh happily and jaemin just smiles
"ugh this month has been so tiring, i'm just glad i got partnered up with someone i know" you agree with this
haechan left his room and announced that he was going to the store to buy some things "i'll be back soon please don't lock the door i broke my keys. or at least open it for me later." jaemin gives him a thumbs up and returns to working with you
on his way to the store, haechan noticed a couple acting affectionately on the sidewalk. he was going to cringe until he realized who the man was.
"that shameless fucker" haechan mutters, contemplating whether to confront sungho or simply tell you what he saw. he assumes that it would be best to do so when he returns, but by that time, you had already left.
he decides he would just tell you the next time you come over
he felt so awful and guilty every time you passed him with sungho and you looking so happy. he wanted to interrupt you both so he could tell you what the man has been doing to behind your back.
haechan asked jaemin if he could have some time alone with you "please. just 10 minutes" he pleads. jaemin sighs and lets him "i swear if you make her uncomf-" haechan cuts him off "i won't!"
haechan opening the door for you caught you off guard. you simply walked his path without saying a word. he gave you a glass of water and you thank him softly
"so where's jaemin?" "y/n i have something to tell you" you felt nervous when these words came out of his mouth. "what is it about?" you ask "it's about your boyfriend, sungho?" you nod and giving him the signal to continue
"remember when i told you i was gonna pick some stuff up at the store? i saw him with some girl on my way there. they were being so touchy too"
"are you sure this is not just some joke of yours?" you weren't certain he could be trusted.
"what?" he looked confused "haechan, i'm not in the mood for this right now" he sighs and says "y/n i'm not kidding why would i joke about this?"
"well it's kind of natural to lose your trust in someone after they leave you" you shrug and he just hangs his head low "it's your choice whether to believe me or not. i did my part to let you know"
all you could think of whenever you were with sungho was what haechan told you. since he often felt the need to leave school as soon as his classes concluded and had been acting a little aloof lately, you believed that he had an urgent matter to attend to and didn't bother to question anymore.
but once he came over at yours, you noticed something and say, "i didn't give you that" he looked at you confused "give me what" you pointed at his neck "that hickey on your fucking neck, sungho"
he rubbed it and made an attempt at an explanation, but it was too blatant. he reached out to you but you moved away, saying, "get out," "y/n i can expl-" "I SAID GET OUT!"
your friends were out of town and the only person you could reach was jaemin. since you've been working on your project virtually every week, you two have become closer. you walked over to his room since you knew he wouldn't judge you.
when the door opened, it wasn't jaemin who was on the other side; instead, it was haechan, who had first warned you about this.
he pulled you into the room after noticing your tears, and was taken aback when you hugged him. he just held you until you were comforted.
"i'm sorry for interrupting, but I simply needed some company and thought jaemin would answer the door for me."
while wiping away the tears from your cheeks, haechan said, "hey, it's alright. jaemin's not home, but i hope i can provide you the company that you need?"
you sat down on the couch and began to tell him what had happened. he listened intently as you said, "he cheated on me, hyuck," and as more tears rolled down your cheeks, he pulled you into a hug, saying, "it will be okay, y/n. i'm here."
you mutter, "you still owe me an apology," to which he responds, "i know, and I want to make it up to you. can i pick you up and bring you to our spot tomorrow?" you nodded as you turned to face him, and he grinned and fluffed your hair.
being with haechan once more was comfortable. you hoped that he wouldn't hurt you again.
he fulfilled upon his word by picking you up the next day and driving you to your favorite place for stargazing. you were sat at the hood of his car and he began to speak
"i want to start by saying thank you for allowing me to apologize to you. y/n, i'm very sorry. i was struggling to feel okay and just wasn't able to get well. i didn't tell you about it because i knew you would have tried to help, but i didn't want you to. the people around me made it worse, school was also bullshit, and everything was just stressful. i wanted to improve myself for you, and i wanted to do it alone. i would be unpleasant and swear at everyone who attempted to help me, so i fled out of fear that i would do the same to you. until i was too frightened to even approach you. so sorry again. please try to forgive me; i promise to treat you better. i was a coward and i'm so stupid to do that to my best friend who only wanted the best for me."
you start to tear up "hyuck, i'm sorry for what happened to you and i'm sorry for not attempting to understand you. thank you for trying to do that for me, but i would have loved if you let me know earlier," you both laughed as you made a light joke. "i forgive you" you smile at him "you don't have to apologize for anything; it's all my fault, thank you y/n" he said as he gazed up at you and pulled you into a close hug.
when your friends returned, you filled them in on what happened between you and sungho as well as the reconciliation between you and haechan.
youngsi clenches her hands and says, "i'm literally going to beat sungho up," while renjun sobs, "i'm so sorry y/n, i was out having fun while you were alone. i'm so sorry."
when you noticed that renjun was crying, you started to cry as well. you comforted him, saying, "rj, it's okay haechan was with me, i'm glad you got to relax without having to think of anything else, you deserve that more than anything."
youngsi also started to cry and the three of you continued to weep and drink all night. words cannot express how grateful you are to have them.
you made the decision to go out to a club with your friends tonight, and they asked that you bring haechan.
haechan was overjoyed by this and eager to see you once more. he picked you up and drove you both to the place
"hey girl!" youngsi greets you haechan smiled at her and she replied with a nod "renjun's at the bar, let's get you both a drink"
haechan stayed by your side the entire night and made sure not to drink much so he could drive you back to your place after. "you guys, i have to go, my man's waiting for me outside" youngsi announced and renjun asked if he could come with as he wasn't feeling too well anymore. you bid your goodbyes and you're left alone with haechan
"do you want to go home too? you're drunk already" you scoffed "no i'm not!" he just nodded at you "maybe a little bit," you run your hands through his leather jacket, he felt tense
"i am so attracted to you right now" he blushed "hyuck, i want you" you sat on his lap and he held you by your waist "y/n, you're drunk. i'm taking you home" "i'm not drunk!" you whine. he walks you to his car and drove you home. he heard you gently call his name while he was tucking you in bed. you tugged on his jacket's hem and whispered, "stay"
when you were going to make yourself some tea since you had woke up with the worst headache ever and were trying to recall how the hell you got home, you noticed a man sleeping on your couch. you screamed loudly, causing the man to jump and tumble off the couch.
"haechan!? what are you doing here!?" "you were begging me to stay last night! it was the only way to make you go to sleep!" he argued
you just made your way to the kitchen and started to make tea for the both of you. haechan positioned himself on the kitchen counter
"so what happened last night? i completely blacked out" you ask him while rubbing your temple and handing him his tea
"nothing much, besides from you telling me you wanted me" you almost choke on your drink and looked at him wide-eyed
"i did WHAT?" he chuckles "so what did you do?" "i would never take advantage of anyone y/n. i took you home"
"such a gentleman huh? what if i told you i wanted you now?" he wraps his arms around your body and rests his hands on your lower back as you get closer to him.
"don't test me, y/n" he says in a low tone "or what?" he leans closer to you, your lips only a few inches away, until he walked away
you paused. "what the fuck donghyuck" he laughs and starts eating he squints his eyes at you while smiling "what? i felt hungry. eat up" you rolled your eyes
you were picked up from your room by haechan, who then escorted you to class. he envelops your body in his arms and kisses the top of your head before saying, "i'll pick you up at eight, okay?" you merely nod as you enter the classroom.
haechan picked you up and drove you to your favorite fast food restaurant for dinner. he then bought you both milkshakes and drove to where you like to stargaze.
you two relaxed in silence as you sat on the hood of his car.
he suddenly stood up and positioned himself between your legs and places his arms on your waist. he smiles widely at you and you laugh "what?"
"nothing, i'm just really happy to be with you" he holds your hand "y/n?" you looked at him "can i kiss you?" you blushed and nodded. he leans in and places his lips on yours you place your hand on his neck and he tightens his hold on your waist.
you pulled away for air and he pecks your lips then before resting his forehead on yours. "i'll treat you better than you deserve. will you be mine?" "i've been yours since that day at the playground" he beams and gives you another kiss.
you woke up with someone's arm wrapped around your frame you turned around to see haechan sleeping soundly
he looks so pretty. you thought. his golden skin, his moles, and his plump lips that you can't get enough of. but you really need to go to the bathroom so you try to get out of his hold but he only tightens it
"baby, stay with me" he nuzzles his head in your neck "hyuck, i have to pee" he looks at you "okay, but hurry up" you peck his lips and ran to the bathroom
you got back to an empty bed and hear him call you in the kitchen. "good morning, pretty" he greets you with a wide smile you hug him from the back and he turns to face you for a short kiss and returns to cooking.
you've always been a fan of his culinary skill; the meals he prepares are incredible, and you used to make jokes about getting married to him simply so you could eat well every day
"renjun and youngsi were supposed to come over today but i don't want to kick you out so i'm cancelling" you tell him. "what? no! i can cook more for them tell them to have breakfast here"
you and haechan both tell the other two that you two are dating, which causes renjun to spit out his meal in disbelief and youngsi to choke.
"she was still mine first" youngsi tells to haechan and he replied "we've been together since preschool you met her in highschool! she's always been mine"
you blush at his statement and renjun was the only one to notice as the other two were busy arguing. he mouthed congrats to you
when your friends left, you and haechan were relaxed on the couch, taking pleasure in a movie you simply happened to choose. and you were happy. your body easily fits into his arms. it seems as though you were meant to be together. in your lover's arms on a friday night was the ideal way to spend the evening.
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fullsuq · 1 year
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Cute haechann
Dont claim as yours please :3
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donkey-hyuck · 8 months
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ALWAYS WILL BE :: ldy
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idol!hyuck x gn!reader | childhood friends to strangers to ??? | fluff | angst
TW: mention of death | profanity | drinks (coffee)
an: not proofread :)
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~ you could never forget his face. as irritating as he is, you never forget him. how could you?
“wow, look who’s here,” you boldly announced, still petty thinking about the day he left you and everyone else behind.
lee donghyuck was a menace to society. he was back then and you think he always will be. and it proves to be right as he stood before you and he doesn’t speak a word.
he remembers you. how could he not? you were his best friend. key word - were. you were supposed to be his best friend. that was until he left so many years ago without even a thought of messaging you goodbye. you barely even had a chance to say goodbye to his family, as they packed their belongings and moved to the city with him. all of your family.. gone.
city life… it truly was better than the quiet suburbs of jeju island. you understood now why he left. he had so many things to accomplish and as you watched the tv back at home on jeju island, you understood it. it still didn’t make you feel better though. because still…. how could he just leave without saying goodbye? you don’t care if he lied to you or even if his parents had told you he passed. his family nor him didn’t mutter a single word.
“after all these years and i still can’t get a word?” you scoffed, “i guess some people don’t change, do they donghyuck?”
truth is, donghyuck had changed. though he was acting like the same kid you grew to love, he was still the same. and it infuriated you.
throughout your taunting, his lips had never opened. you sniff away the tears and slowly approach him, “i hate you lee donghyuck. after all these years and we’re suddenly strangers?” you harshly poked his chest with your index finger before quickly wiping whatever tears were about to fall off of your face.
you walk ten feet ahead without looking back. until a thought crosses you mind and you turn around. his back is still facing you, as if he was still trying to feel the reminisce of your figure that was in front of him ten seconds ago.
“keep it that way then. clearly i didn’t mean anything to you,” you spat and took in a shaky breath before finally leaving.
“i’m sorry,” is all he says. but it’s too late. he was always too late.
never a day goes by where he doesn’t think if you. he thinks he always will, even if you hate him with all your guts. he would hate him too if he were in your shoes. but you supported him ever since he was a child. you watched him grow up into the young boy he was and then all of a sudden - poof - he was gone.
what you didn’t know was how much of an influence you had on him. being the mature one in the duo, you would always make sure donghyuck was treating people right and spreading kindness with his actions and his words. yet just now, you have proved yourself wrong.
but he knows you. even if all he remembers was the little you from years ago. you were hurt and betrayed. it kills him to know that he was the one causing all of it for so many years.
you were working one of your part-time jobs. and of course throughout the four years you’ve been in seoul, this was the first time you’d seen him. three days after the incident and you told him you hated him. you didn’t, but maybe if you said it to his face you would start to believe it yourself. it hasn’t happened yet, you think. but you know deep down you never could hate him.
there were camera men and staff everywhere, making sure no one would do any harm to the men when they could clearly take care of themselves. but it was just the life of idols, you figured.
and to your dismay, lee donghyuck had been the first person in line.
you hear him take a breath, “can i have a medium caramel macchiato and a large americano please?” oh his voice.
but now is not the time. you’re just doing your job. and you hate him. you have to remember that you told him you hated him.
you mumbled his total as he got out his card and handed it to you. his hand. the hand you always knew would pick you back up when you fell at the playground. or the time he was just hold it, as the two of you were strolling down the empty street on the way to the beach. but those memories are in the past. this was the present. remember, he didn’t care about you.
the group of boys are sitting at some table on the second floor now. and donghyuck is surprisingly quiet. before any of the boys could ask what was wrong he fled down the stairs to try and find you. but he was too late. he always was.
your coworker gave him your number. they thought things were on good terms between the two of you but they were so so wrong.
and yet donghyuck stared at the numbers for a long time. you hated him. but he couldn’t hate you. he never would. he never did.
a ping went off on your phone that night. he was the last person you’d expect to be on your phone at all. you hate him, you remind yourself again.
but you find yourself getting ready to face the harsh autumn weather, meeting lee donghyuck on the han river bridge.
you’re not even on the platform when you stare at the journey ahead of you and let out the biggest sigh. it was now or never. but you were going to show donghyuck that you were a strong person. but it’s not like he never thought that in the first place. you were the strongest person he knew.
he can hear the footsteps approaching him. and unlike the footsteps of the straggling people who managed to leave the comfort of their homes, your footsteps are slower, quieter, as if you don’t want him to hear you coming at all.
his elbows are resting on the railing of the bridge, looking out to the river where he can see the reflection of all of the shining lights from the city.
“what are you doing?” you interrupt, wanting this meeting to be short. there is nothing to say. and yet you want to speak a million words at once.
he turns around and you can immediately feel the tears forming. he was so pretty. but the thought of him leaving you behind flashed in your mind again, and you blinked the tears away before they had the chance to fall.
he’s looking at you now. no disguises or anything - just purely lee donghyuck. but he still doesn’t say a word. it’s like they’re stuck in his throat with no way out.
“you know what… this was a waste of my time. goodbye donghyuck,” you pivot your heels but stop when finally - finally - lee donghyuck has the courage to say something to you.
“don’t go.” he could not be serious right now.
“don’t go?” you scoff and look the sky. because if you looked at the man standing in front of you, you’d cry a thousand tears. all of the tears youd been holding in just because of some… guy. some old friend who didn’t have the guts to say goodbye.
“it’s funny you’re saying that, hyuck. considering the fact that you left me without saying goodbye. you left all of us. so selfishly and we never had the chance to even wish you well. didn’t you miss us? didn’t you ever miss me?” you’re crying now. tears upon tears cascading down your face as you looked at him.
“i moved on thinking you’d be fine. thinking i’d be fine. look at where we are now. we’re adults. and i don’t want to do this anymore. if you didn’t want to be friends anymore then why couldn’t you just say that? why did you just leave me there with all my questions unanswered? i always thought i was the problem. until that fucking fateful day and i realized that this was all your fault…. and i’m tired of feeling like this for you. i’m tired of missing the you i missed so long ago. so you know, now it’s my turn to say goodbye, because i have the decency to do so.”
“i love you.”
you pause. more tears are running down your face and you look at donghyuck one more time, “you’re too late.” and he always will be.
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tqmies · 10 months
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Congrats on 1K! Can I have 41 and 53, roommate haechan? Thank you so much
Go Away | Lee Haechan
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Part of Tqmies 1K Event!
Room mate au! 41. “I… I think I’m happy.” “You think? So you’re not one hundred percent certain?” 53. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so...", wc: 1.1k note: thank you so much <3 hope you enjoy it, domestic room mate hyuck?? i cry
6 days, it had been that long since you had broken up with your boyfriend of over two years. And of course, the first few days were okay, which was different from what you expected. You truly thought you'd be downing tubs of ice cream in front of the TV watching sad romance flicks. Like they do in all the cliche movies.
However, your little breakdown didn't come until a few days later. Everything needed time to settle in, and once it did? Oh boy.
Your friends had managed to keep you occupied for the first few days, but you weren't exactly a joy to be around. Not even as they dragged you to the club to remind you how great being single could be. You just couldn't find it in you to enjoy your time out.
Either way, you had returned home to Lee Haechan, your menace of a roommate. And in fact, your current state could all directly be pointed back to him.
It had been a normal Thursday, you returning home to him on the couch, playing one of his stupid games on your shared console.
You were sniffling a bit, frustrated at another cancelled date with your boyfriend. He had been getting far too busy to spend time with the likes of you, and you could feel him slipping away.
You tried not to think about it too much, choosing to hold your sanity. That was until Haechan took note of your form, and asked why you looked like your dog died, whatever that meant.
"He cancelled again, that asshole! I mean, I get that he's busy and all, but so am I! He could've let me know he had a meeting today, is my time not worth as much as his?" You let out, dropping your bag with a loud thud on the floor. "He never communicates with me! Is it that hard to send a text saying you're not going to make it? It must be, because I was waiting there for an hour and a half before he let me know!"
And you storm off to the kitchen, Haechan following diligently behind you. "Maybe he just got really caught up in work." He says meekly, a little afraid of your wrath at the moment, but also feeling bad for you.
You force open the fridge, ignoring Haechans small words. You look around it for a few seconds, brows furrowing as you whip your head back to him. "Where's all the damn alcohol!"
"What?" He says, taken aback as you move to check the bottom cabinets. You move things around, huffing when you can't find a single bottle.
"I know you're here somewhere!" You speak, apparently talking to the alcohol. You even allow yourself a tear to fall, though all you can feel is anger at the moment. Yeah, you've lost it.
"Wait, okay. Instead of drinking, why don't we just talk about it?" He suggests, attempting to divert your attention.
You're not having it though. "Talk? Did he take time to talk to me? No! So I don't think-"
"Woah, woah, slow down." Haechan interrupts. "It sounds like you're angry about more than just today, you seem really upset."
"Well it wasn't just today, he's been doing this so much. We haven't been on a proper date in months." You speak, crossing your arms. Scoffing, you place your hands on the counter. "But God forbid I miss a single phone call of his, and then he's all sulky the rest of the day, and they say I'm the dramatic one!"
"Well maybe it's time to call it quits then."
You blink, staring back at Haechan. "What?"
The thought had truly never crossed your mind, sure you were upset. But enough to break up with your boyfriend? Were things really that bad?
"It doesn't seem like you're benefiting from this relationship, that's all I'm saying." He speaks again, shrugging.
"Relationships aren't about benefiting!" You groan, throwing your hands up.
"I get that, but you don't even seem happy." He retorts, and he meant it. Every time you opened your mouth related to your boyfriend, it was a complaint or angry statement.
And you hated that he was a bit right. "I... I think I'm happy."
"You think? So you're not one hundred percent certain?" He asks, and you hate how hard you're thinking about it.
You were so unhappy.
That revelation led you to where you were at the moment. Bundled up in blankets as you mourned a relationship that you had ended.
And part of you stupidly blames Haechan, but you can barely justify why. All he did was open your eyes to how bad your relationship was.
Though you're still a bit annoyed that he planned the break up seed in your head, and that you had allowed it to bloom into a real course of action. It was definitely for the best, but it still hurt like hell.
So after refusing another forced day out, you were currently wallowing in self pity, watching the latest episode of your comfort show.
Truth be told, you hadn't lifted a finger all day, choosing to remain in bed. And you did that the next day as well, willing yourself to eat small meals Haechan left outside your door.
He didn't want to bother you too much, figuring you were taking this a bit harder than he thought. You seemed fine the other day, but he assumed the reality hit you.
But against all his restraint, he finally willed himself to knock on your door. He calls your name, to which he receives no answer. You're not in the mood for company, can't he just let you rot in your room?
The answer was no. "Hey, you haven't come out of your room in like two days...I'm not worried or anything but the dishes are piling up and I need you to be alive so you can take care of them, so..."
You admit, you giggle a little at his mention of your usual chore. But you barely will yourself to shout a little. "Do them yourself."
"I don't think so!" He complains, leaning against your closed door. "Last time I did them you said to never let me again."
You laugh, for the first time in a few days. "That's because you spent the entire time playing with bubbles instead of washing anything."
"Bubbles are cool, you're weird for not playing with them!" He responds, smiling at the little chuckle that leaves your lips.
"Go away." You speak, half-heartedly. "Let me decay in peace."
"No," He says, rolling his eyes. "Can I come in?"
"I haven't bathed in two days."
"That can be arranged, I'll help you wash your hair after." He offers, and you're thankful for it.
"Okay," You speak, wiping the stray tears residing on your face. You will yourself to get out of bed, standing by your door. You can see the shadow of his feet under it, and you grin. "Thank you Haechan."
"Anytime." He says, and you feel your heart flutter a bit at that.
He'd always be here for you, and he'd make sure you knew that.
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hirokari · 1 year
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give 'em back, please?
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wc: 0.8k words | g: fluff, christmas!!!. college!au, gn!reader | w: none! | a/n: nyehehehehehe it's christmas time its fluffy fluffy donghyuck time heeheheheheh this one is for sunny's little christmas loving butt
Lee Donghyuck is many things to you. Another student attending literature lectures at 9 in the morning— though, he doesn’t seem to indulge in it as much as you like to—, the boy who you’d mouth answers to when he’s asked to recite something back to the lecturer, the boy who’d stolen your pens just for the sole purpose of lending a pen to you when you’d asked for it, the silly, silly boy who’d “accidentally” stepped on your shoes, sticking his tongue out as he gives you a half-assed apology and snickering when you attempt to get back at him.
Though, today, he’s a missing student.
You’re a little disappointed, you must admit. He’d been an extra ray of sunshine in the morning, and you’d considered you’d especially needed it this morning, because it’s finals week. You figured you’d see him today since he’s supposed to join this exam, but you conclude the opposite with a small frown.
Bottom lip caught in between the gnawing of your teeth, you can’t help but feel a little spiritless as you start the exam. A pen twirls in between your fingers as you read the first question, scribbling an answer against the hard surface with your pen.
Ten minutes pass. ‘It’s fine,’ You think. ‘This isn’t too hard.’ You’re not about to rely your grade point average on some sunshine boy.
You’re about to scribble another answer to your paper when you jump at the sudden sound of a thump against the glass to your right. Your fellow classmates had been taken aback by it too, attention casted to the window.
Stupid Lee Donghyuck holds a paper against the glass of the window that reads ‘YOU GOT THIS, Y/N!!!’ in a bright red ink– which you recognize to be the very color of the pen you’d coincidentally lost a week earlier. You’ll make sure to talk to him about that.
Cheeks dusting red, you raise a little in your seat, struggling to stifle the laugh bubbling in your throat when Donghyuck does a little dance when he meets eyes with you, knees bouncing up and down in a childish manner.
“I- don’t. Know him. I swear.” You say in response to the curious glances your classmates give you.
The lecturer hurries outside in a rush after his attempts at shooing the boy away from inside the hall had failed, and you watch as Donghyuck bickers with the adult in a comedic behavior, obviously putting effort into amusing you. It worked.
“I’m terribly sorry, sir,” You mumble meekly when he returns, though he doesn’t acknowledge your apology, holding a slight grudge against your disturbance.
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The chilly winter air creeps under the thick layers of your clothes and still manages to bite and nip at your skin, eliciting a yelp and goosebumps from you. Your nose had grown red– you don’t know if it’s from the scratchy crappy Christmas scarf Donghyuck had gotten you earlier that month or if it was the winter, but you don’t like it either way.
“Lee Donghyuck,” You grumble once you spot the boy rushing up to you. “Hi!” He greets you, cheeks rosy as he grabs your hands with his own gloved ones. He notices your undressed hands almost immediately, acting quick to slide his gloves off his own hands and fitting your hands into them instead.
You couldn’t help but freeze. The feeling of his cold, slender fingers touching the skin of yours as the warmth of his gloves welcome your hands had quite literally numbed your brain.
“How’d you do? How was the exam?”
It’s cruel, you think, that he expects you to give a genuine, well articulated answer after what he’d done.
“Ah- uh, it went… well. Though, it’d probably have gone better if we didn’t have a little bear banging at our windows.”
“I wasn’t banging on them!”
“Hey, I knew you wrote on that paper with my pen. Please, I beg you, return it. It’s Christmas.”
Donghyuck lets out a scoff, “Are you really pulling the Christmas card right now?” You roll your eyes, pulling his bare hands into your gloved ones and shoving them into his pockets, “Obviously. Give ‘em back, please?”
You’re convinced it’s the cold that causes Donghyuck’s skin to bloom redder as he presses his body closer against yours, grinning. “Well, only since you asked so nicely,” He gushes, brushing his nose against yours, mouth tickling against the scarf he’d gotten you.
“Are these hand warmers?”
“Mhm.”
“You don’t need my gloves! Give ‘em back, please?”
You can’t help but blush when he repeats what you’d said in a similar tone. “Nu-uh! I’m keeping these.” Though, Donghyuck doesn’t seem to mind that you want his stuff. A stupid lovesick grin plasters on his stupid face as he stupidly laughs into your scarf, “Okay. Keep it.”
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ohmygs-blog · 7 months
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to be dating lee donghyuck…
❀ boyfriend texts
bf texts.
bf texts ii.
bf texts iii.
bf texts iv.
bf texts v.
bf texts vi.
protective bf texts i.
concerned bf texts.
texts while on ur period.
memes hyuck would send you.
calling you diff pet names.
❀ idol! bf texts
idol! bf texts.
idol! bf texts ii.
❀ other messages
fwb / situationship.
fwb / situationship ii.
nsfw texts.
poly relationship. (reader, jeno, hyuck)
birthday messages to hyuck.
dad + husband hyuck.
angsty texts.
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diorcities · 2 years
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pairing: haechan x reader.
genre: suggestive.
content: friends to lovers, college au.
masterlist — req
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your sleep was taking over you, as the night went on. you waited for your best friend, donghyuck, being busy behind the bar of the cafe where he worked. he'd send you glances from time to time, and in return, you'd give him a thumbs up to reassure him that you were okay; it was s tradition for both of you to wait for the other after work, and today it was your turn.
you didn't notice when he stopped in front of you until he touched you gently to get your attention. “mhm...?” “is it not mad late?” he asked. “pretty sure,” you answered, “still gonna wait for you,” added, when you discovered his intentions. “i mean, we can talk tomorrow, at college or something,” he suggested, “don't you have a test tomorrow?” he tried again. you shook your head, a smile dancing on your lips. “are you trying to get rid of me?” you get up and walked to the rocolla, “oh, you're waiting for someone,” you heard him laugh behind you.
“i have no game,”
“i'm pretty sure you do,”
your face lit up with the dim light of the mp3 when you searched through the songs. your favorite song put on a playlist without a name, the melody playing softly through the speakers. you glanced at donghyuck, and caught his gaze across the room. “what?” you chuckled, feeling nervous out of nowhere. he squinted his eyes. a bright smile covered his face, “certain you have game.” your eyes widen. “i mean, mark? definitely into you,” he assured you.
you shook your head, and he nodded his.
your steps brought you closer. “you're denied it?” he scoffed, “you're probably into him,” he continued, his hand brushing his hair, a common tic he had when he was nervous. “i'm not into him.”, “then, who?” the table was annoyingly between your bodies, and you knew he noticed too. the way you were looking at him, the way your breathing was trembling in your lips. he didn't need a verbal answer when your body was giving it. “come closer, then”.
you wrapped him in a warm hug, burying your face in his chest, noticing his fragrance making you feel lighter than before. a smile on your face as you breathe the hypnotic cologne. your head spinning from the previous event that brought you to his embrace. his heart so close to your ear, bumping against his chest. he started to swing, slowly, with the melody. his breathing messing up strands of your hair, realizing couple of seconds later that he was actually smelling it. “that's my favorite song,” you whisper. “i know,” he answered, his voice muffled by your hair. “it reminds me of you,” you confessed. “what other things remind you of me?” he questioned, curious.
you inspired.
“brown. and chocolate,” you said. “mhmm...” he mumbled. “a teddy bear and a museum. wood and trees. sunsets and sunny days. milk and pearls. a field of grass and sunflowers, and horses running free.”, you sought his gaze, “take me home”.
him. him. him.
it was always him. from the beginning. from the very start. before you could realize it. before both started to finish each other sentences. it was always him. how many times have you caught yourself thinking of him?. about his lips, his hands. his eyes, lingering across the room, finding yours. did he feel the same way? did he think of you the same way you think of him?. now that his warm eyes looked at you, under him, feeling him, did he feel his heart being synchronized with yours?.
you laid tired by his side, watching him catch his breath. your sight dazed until you closed your eyes. you noticed how he stirred in bed, looking for the best position to fall asleep, but you didn't open your eyes. you didn't want to see what you were going to find when he would look back at you. you didn't want to make your heart broken. you glanced at him when you felt his touch looking for you under the blankets, his fingers finally reaching your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.
“you're already asleep?” he asked, finding himself with no response from you. he brushed your hair, tenderly. his warm breath impacting against your face, before he placed a kiss on your forehead. “i haven't told you the things that remind me of you.”, his voice was a whisper, fearing it could wake you up. “let me see..., tulips, honeycomb..., and bees, coffee with milk, rainy days, rainbows, squirrels, the ocean, wild berries, and coconut. animals. sparkles, stars..., mhm... daydream, owl, oh, nightstand lamp, valorant, kimchi. warm hugs, and palm trees...” he listed, one by one, until you really fell asleep, feeling your heart growing in your chest, feeling it could explode.
no, bye, this stop being a dabble account and instead it's just me reveling my daydreams with donghyuck.
let me know any misspelled word or bad grammar &lt;;³.
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acaiasahi · 2 years
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[୨✩୧ ۫ 🧁𓈒 ⭒ ݁ .] "je t'aime" — lee donghyuck
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SYNOPSIS: donghyuck tells you how much he loves you. (spoiler alert! he loves you a lot.)
INFO: fluff , lee donghyuck x gn!reader , 662 words
WARNINGS: grammatical and structural errors, not proof read bc i'm weak, cringe-worthy fluff lolz, lowercase and smaller text intended!
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lee donghyuck has many habits, emphasis on the word many.
to his need to hug the pillow he's holding, to the little shake his head gives when he's eating. you've grown to love these things about him, all these tiny habits are made up of him. how could you not love it?
and as you find yourself at you and your boyfriend's beloved café, there he sits across from you, talking your ear off about how hectic his schedule was yesterday. not that you mind though, you love to listen to his voice as he babbles.
continuing to nod along with his story telling, you feel his hand slip out of yours as he places it on the table. it wasn't the first time he'd done that though, in actuality, he's done it ever since you started dating.
at first, you took it to heart, almost afraid you'd done something wrong to the brunette boy but once you'd actually looked at his hand, you found him scribbling what he was verbally saying. safe to say that you found it too cute to be upset over.
you take a glance at his pointer finger on the wooden table, listening and watching what he wrote as he continues speaking.
"practice was so tiring, we had to run the same three, eight counts like a bajillion times because of mark hyung-" he suddenly cuts off what he's saying, his scribbling following suit as his pointer finger stays stationary. "are you okay, sweetheart?"
eyes snapping back to his, you softly smile at him, "yeah, keep going," you respond with a not-so-convincing tone according to hyuck. he tilts his head towards you, eyes narrowing at you as if attempting to read your mind.
"what's wrong?" he asks you, head still tilted. all you do is smile at him, "did you know that you like to write what you're saying when you talk?" you ask him with a giggle bubbling in your throat, mirroring his actions as you tilt your head.
he raises an eyebrow, looking down at his finger on the table before laughing along with you. he maneuvers your hand to have it facing palm up before placing his pointer finger on top.
donghyuck continues talking, the feather-light feeling of his finger spelling out what he was saying. you squirm at the ticklish feeling before allowing him to continue.
he stops talking abruptly but his writing doesn't let up as he spells something out. "do y'know what i said?" he asks, eyes glancing up at you.
shrugging, he rolls his eyes dramatically before trying again, slower this time. "why don't you try saying what i'm writing?" he asks with a quirked brow, you nod before closing your eyes.
he writes slowly, "i," you say softly. he hums in approval before continuing, "love," you say with a giggle.
donghyuck watches your brows furrow in concentration, his lips twitching into a smile that's full of adoration as he watches the cogs turning in your brain as he softly draws on your palm.
writing out the last word, you sigh, a shy smile gracing your face, "you," you finish before opening your eyes.
"thanks for that. what an ego boost!" you joke, watching as his face falls into one of false annoyance. intertwining your hands before place a soft kiss to the back of yours.
"oh, shut up! you're so annoying," he says with a groan. "yeah, but you love me!" you say as if it were a fact, which it was. "that, i do." he says with no hesitation.
no words needed to be exchanged as you watch one another in silence. the love in his eyes tell you everything you need to know, and more.
pure silence engulfed the pair, donghyuck's thumb softly rubs circles onto your hand before he speaks up, "i love you, y/n." he repeats.
you can't help but let a smile break out onto your face before responding, "i love you too, hyuck."
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liliansun · 2 years
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MAYBE I WANT THAT - LDH
paring: haechan x gn reader ft some dream/127 members
genre: drabble + comedy + angst and a little fluff (if you consider it fluff)
warnings: haechan makes jokes that the reader has a big head
wc: 0.7k
a/n: I just wrote this so if it sucks I’m sorry
sequel <-
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Sitting on your roommate’s bed , you stare at the back of his head as he angrily hits the keys on his keyboard. The endless string of curse words being spat into his mic was giving you some insight how well his game was going. You tried to tune out how angry he was getting while you patiently waited for the movie marathon he promised. It shouldn’t be a big deal because you both share the apartment, so in reality you could watch it anytime, but you wanted his undivided attention and you wanted it now.
“Hyuck, are you close to finishing?“ You yelled, hoping he’d hear you over the noise of his game. “Ah shit! Jeno, why weren’t you covering me?” Ignoring you, he did his best to finish up on his game and ensure his team’s win. “Lee Donghyuck are you ignoring me?“ You asked, sitting up on his bed. You could hear laughing from his headphones, most likely coming from his friends who are playing with him. “Yah, don’t distract me y/n.” He mumbled, pushing his attention and focus into full force.
You sighed, getting off his bed and walking across his room to his desktop where he was occupied. “What are you playing anyway? I swear if it’s the same dumb game you always play-“ You leaned in, squinting at the screen. “Move your big head.” He retorted, giving the side of your head a slight push. “Watch it Haechan, y/n lives with you and you don’t wanna wake up knowing your prized possession is gone.” Renjun said, speaking loud enough for it to come through the speakers of the headphone. You could hear Jeno laughing in the back, making you smile.
“As if I’d let her come that close to my boys.” Donghyuck replied. You could see the slightest smirk on his face as he continued his game. “Whatever hyuck, I’m just gonna go watch the movies with Mark.” Donghyuck swung his chair towards you, pushing his headphones down to his neck. “Like hell you are, we agreed to wait and watch those together.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you looked down at him in his chair. “What’s up with you y/n? You are very needy lately, is it what time..? Did I forget?” He continued, sitting back in his chair.
Slightly embarrassed that he keeps track of your cycle, you shake your head. “No it’s not that time idiot, I just wanted us to spend some time together.” You said, taking a deep breath. Mentally you needed to recover from his track of every little thing you do. “God y/n, you act like you’re my girlfriend.” He joked, turning back to his game as he put his headphones back on. You stood there, your heart screaming for you to say something. It wasn’t like he never joked like this, everyone called you two a couple even though you weren’t.
What they didn’t know is that you desperately wanted that to be true. Your crush on Donghyuck has been so strong since the day you two met in junior high and you couldn’t ever find it in you to confess. While he was smashing the keys, you chewed on your lip. “Maybe I want that.” You said, feeling your heart beat against your chest. Donghyuck froze, pushing his headphones back as he turned back towards you. “W-what did you just say?” He replied, swallowing slowly as he wondered if he heard you right.
You couldn’t think, you couldn’t say anything, all you could do is back away from him slowly in fear you messed up. All the years you’ve known him slowly started to crumble as you stared at his stunned expression. The boys were yelling at him, coming through his headphones as he watched your frame slowly get farther and farther away. “Y-y/n, where are you going?” He asked, starting to get up from his chair a bit. Immediately, you held your hand up to stop him.
“Don’t..I just, I don’t know.” You ran, out of his room, out of the apartment and away from him screaming your name. You ran from your best friend, your roommate and potentially the one and only love of your life.
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tenswrld · 1 year
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03:11 am
late night calls w donghyuck *ੈ✩‧₊˚
“shouldn’t you be resting, hyuck?” you asked, voice clearly ridden with sleepiness.
you watched your boyfriend through your phone screen as he typed away on his pc, too immersed in his video game to hear your question.
“hyuck,” you called softly, this time catching his attention.
“hm?” he hummed in acknowledgment, finally tearing his eyes away from his screen.
“you should go to bed and rest,” you scolded light heartedly, staring at him with a fond smile.
his messy hair fell over his eyes and he quickly brushed it out of the way before pouting at you. “10 more minutes?”
staring at him sternly, haechan sighed and saved his game before turning off his pc. “alright, alright. be grateful that i love you this much to listen to you,” he joked.
“you be grateful i love you this much to still be on this call,” you joked back. “just want to make sure you’re getting the rest you deserve.”
haechan snuggled into his comforter and stared at you through the phone, his gaze softening at the sight of your eyes slowly shutting as you tried to fight off sleep. he stayed there for a little while, watching adoringly as you cuddled closer to a bear he gifted you for your birthday. he wasn’t all that tired, to tell the truth, but watching you look so at peace was enough to lull him to sleep.
“take a picture it’ll last longer, lover boy,” you teased groggily, startling haechan who thought you had already fallen asleep. 
embarrassed, haechan tried to laugh it off, but couldn’t hide how his ears got red. he looked up to see you staring back at him this time, a tired smile laid across your features. “sorry, babe, you just looked too cute.”
you groaned, feigning annoyance. “go to sleep, hyuck. make a speedy recovery so we can hangout again.”
“you do realize i can just sneak you into my dorm right?”
“and risk getting my ass beat by your company again? no thanks. besides, i don’t want to get you in trouble.”
haechan hummed in response, letting out a yawn before letting his eyes fall shut. “alright, i’ll go to bed now,” he mumbled softly. “just because i love you that much.”
you chuckled and watched as haechan quickly fell into a deep sleep, wrapped up in a hoodie you gifted him that he deemed as his favorite. between his arms was a bear plushie you gifted him that matched your own; one that he brought with him whenever he was on tour to make him feel like you were there with him. snuggling with your own bear, you quickly fell asleep to the sound of haechan’s soft breathing.
“i love you too, hyuck.”
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