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raspberriesoda · 14 days

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w.c 0.8k | fluff fluff | reader is described as smaller than hyuck

[ 11:57pm ] the dull slam of the front door makes you stir a bit, but not enough to wake you fully. you groan a bit, shuffling in the chair you’re sat in, and drift off once again.

haechan lets out a heavy sigh as he shuffles into his apartment. shoes kicked off haphazardly by the door, haechan slugs through the living room and flops down on the couch with a grunt, huffing out a yawn from the long, exhausting day he’s had. he takes his glasses off and tosses them to the side, running his hands through his hair and down his face to wipe the impending sleep away.

as he reaches for the half full plastic water bottle on the coffee table, his eyes find your bag leaned up against one of the wooden legs, your shoes sat neatly next to it. his brow furrows; maybe he missed a text, but he hadn’t expected you to be here. even so, he immediately stands to search for you.

haechan walks past his gaming room as he makes his way down the hall, assuming you’re asleep in his bed, but he does a double take when he notices the faint purple glow bleeding through the small crack in the doorway. he peeks in, and immediately he melts, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

there you are, fallen asleep at his computer. your face is nestled in the crook of your elbow, your cheek pushed up cutely by the dark gray fabric of haechan’s sweatshirt you’re wearing. this shirt is big on him already so its very big on you, long enough that the sleeves completely swallow your hands and the bottom hem hides the shorts you’re wearing. a pair of fluffy pink socks adorn your dangling feet as his gaming chair is raised so high your toes don’t reach the ground.

haechan walks up, gently so the floor doesn't creak, and crouches down next to you. the monitor softly lights your sleeping face with the pause screen of the game you’d been playing, and there’s a jumbled mess of letters in the chat bar from your arm resting on the keyboard. he hears your docile breathing and the faintest sound of the calm music through the headphones askew on your head.

haechan decides in the moment that this is, quite honestly, the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

his hand comes up, pushing the mic up and back to brush his thumb along your cheek, and he can’t help but lean in and press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. you hum as you wake, rubbing your face on your sleeve, and you push yourself up from the surface of the desk. you look up at him, eyelids heavy, almost closed. the combination of the lopsided headphones sitting on your head and the groggy smile that pulls at your lips at the sight of him makes haechan feel lovesick.

“mmh, hi hyuckie,” you sigh happily upon seeing your boyfriend. you grab his face with your sweater paws, squishing his cheeks, and place a warm kiss on his pouty lips.

haechan’s heart nearly explodes. “hi baby bear,” he responds, a natural warmth in his voice. he slides the headphones off and sets them aside, using his free hand to brush messy strands of hair out of your face. you lean into his soft touch, your sleepy grin pressing against his palm, and he swears he hears you purr.

he whines. your eyes peek open to look at him. “you have got to stop being so cute. i’m falling behind in this race,” he complains. your yawn is cut short by the giggle that bubbles up at his words.

“what are you doing here, cutie?” he asks, watching you rub your eyes. “i told you i would have a late night.”

“just wanted to see you.” the words come out strained due to you arching back in a stretch, reaching your arms up and wiggling your fingers in the air. they then fall onto haechan’s shoulders, your fingers tangling together at the back of his neck. his hands find your hips without even having to search.

a heavy breath falls from your lips, pulling him closer to press your chest against his. “is that okay?” you muse playfully.

haechan scoffs. “don't ever ask me that,” he scolds you, but his words hold no real weight. you know you’re always welcome here.

haechan’s hands slide down under your thighs to pull you up into his arms. you squeak at the sudden motion, wrapping yourself around him and snuggling your face into his neck.

“let's get you to bed, pretty baby,” he says as he carries you out into the hallway. you hum in agreement, pressing a trio of gentle kisses down his jaw before resting your heavy head on his shoulder, the bounce in his step and the warmth of his body lulling you back to sleep.

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haespoir · 8 months

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[ 3:17 am ]

now playing: cyber sex - doja cat

“mommy, please! i’m sorry!”

you don’t even want to question his choice of words when they wake you up from your nap, your boyfriend yelping and whining into his mic as he tries to outrun what seems to be an attempt on his life in his video game. donghyuck had promised that he would wake you up after an hour, but based on the grogginess you felt and the fact that sunlight no longer spilled through the curtains in his room, he had broken that promise.

not that you minded. you were never one to care much about having a set sleeping schedule, and you were positive you could live by just taking small cat naps throughout the day. donghyuck had always teased you for it, using it as an opportunity to call you his little kitten. you were sure it stemmed from his use of discord and being chronically online, but he didn’t let you argue.

without even speaking a word, you approach him at his desk and tap his arm. if he hadn’t moved his arm, you would think he was ignoring you from the lack of acknowledgement. but he lifts his arm from his keyboard and allows you to straddle his lap, the two of you now squished onto his chair. instantly, your hands are under his shirt, relishing in the warmth that his body supplies you. your own personal heater.

your head rests on his shoulder as you watch him play his game from the corner of your eye. in this position, you can clearly hear his friends yelling on the call. they even acknowledge your presence, which you only hum half-heartedly at. your boyfriend grumbles at the attention his friends give you, even if you don’t even offer them a single breath yet.

“nice shot, jeno. you’re so good,” you say, hoping donghyuck’s mic would pick up on your words. and it does. your back is turned to his second monitor, but if you had chosen to lay on your boyfriend’s other shoulder, you would see the way jeno’s eyes curve into a sweet smile at your words. all you can hear is his muffled voice from the headset as he thanks you. though you don’t see jeno’s reaction, you do feel donghyuck’s jaw tighten at the interaction.

“what about me? tell me i’m good too,” donghyuck whines, pressing a small kiss under your ear as he speaks lowly, the words only for you to hear. there was nothing you could do about his small jealous habits. “or else we’ll just show them how good i can be.”

you don’t offer him a verbal reply, but your hands travel higher up his shirt, ghosting over his nipples. you pinch them gently, eliciting a small moan from the male. thankfully, it seemed his game had ended. and you knew better than anyone that donghyuck loved to be productive during the long queues while waiting for a new game. using your body weight, you press into him, a small grin appearing on your lips when you get another noise of pleasure from donghyuck. he was too easy to please.

“should we give them a show?” he asks, the question is directed not only at you but to the discord call on his second monitor. you’re sure his friends nod at his words; this wasn’t the first time that you had interrupted their gaming session for some much wanted affection from your boyfriend, and it sure as hell was not going to be the last.

you grind against his hardening cock, loving the way he groans at the pressure. he slips his headset off and pushes away the mic arm attached to his desk, tapping the mic to mute it. the red light on his mic confirms that he is in fact muted, but the tiny led light on his webcam still glows green. the boys could either watch you, or they could hear you.

after all, donghyuck wasn’t kind enough to truly share all of you.

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rrxnjun · 1 year

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annoying (derogatory). ldh

pairing: lee donghyuck x fem! reader genre: college au, halloween au | crack(?), fluff wc: 3k (2.920) warnings: too much alcohol, kind of rushed and very stupid a/n: i know its technically not halloween anymore but this idea came to me this morning and i just had to write it. haven't posted anything in a while and i missed writing a lot <3 also thank you @decembermoonskz and @yaesnovels for the help with this fic!

you arrive at a halloween party only to find out your biggest nightmare came true in real life: you accidentally wear matching couple outfits with your biggest enemy. or where annoying (derogatory) turns into annoying (affectionate).

Black skinny jeans, blue jean button-up, black shoes and a tacky black coat. Your eyes meet with none other than your main enemy, a shit-eating grin slowly creeping at his face making you freeze in your spot and arch your back like an angry cat when you realise a fact that is immediately confirmed by the snicker coming from behind your ear.

“Your couple costume is so good guys, didn’t know you were dating-”

“Jeno, shut the fuck up. You know damn well this is not a couple costume,” you mutter, not liking the fact that your friend is feeding into this situation.

“Oh,” Jeno blinks, faking a surprise, “but he’s Edward. And… you’re Bella… isn’t it a couple costume, then?” he asks, pouting, acting lost in thought.

“No, it’s not-”

“Just admit that you planned this all along, Y/N,” Donghyuck grins, “you wanted to match with me, obviously.”

“I did not! I didn’t even know you’re going as Edward. If I knew, I wouldn’t have gone as Bella, for fuck’s sake,” you mourn in agony, hating the Halloween party you were invited to already, solely for the fact that you’re accidentally wearing couple costumes with the guy you hate the most on this earth.

Lee Donghyuck has been on your death wishlist for as long as you’ve known him. His annoying (derogatory) attitude and the confidence he radiates was already a hint for you that you wouldn’t like him when you first met him at university, but it was only solidified on one sunny day when he made fun of your haircut. Yeah, it might have been a bad, terrible haircut– you can even admit that– but he really didn’t have to call you Dora the explorer every time he saw you at campus until your hair didn’t grow back. Yes, this was the exact situation that made you hate the guy more than you hate anything in this world. Some would say you’re petty. You just think you’re being reasonable.

“I talked about it in the groupchat!” Hyuck exclaims, referencing the Whatsapp group chat you’re both in because of mutual friends.

“Well, I have your number blocked so I don’t have to read your annoying messages every morning,” you snap, seeing Donghyuck only smile at your frustrated figure, making you more annoyed.

“I’ll have you know, Ryujin enjoys my good morning texts,” he smugly proclaims, shrugging.

“Yeah,” you nod, “because she lacks common sense,” you add, seeing the man in front of you snicker at your nasty remark, loving the sight of you all worked up and frustrated.

“Don’t be mean,” he says, “I thought that was my job. Or, at least, that’s what you told me when I called you Dora-”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, not this again,” you roll your eyes at him, not wanting to see the look on his face he always has when he teases you. “See? He’s being annoying again-” you turn around, wanting to find comfort in Jeno, only to realise he’s no longer watching over your little quarrel, but is standing in the corner of the room with his friends from class instead, drinking out of a small red cup.

Turning back around to see Donghyuck leaning on the kitchen counter, hands resting at the very top, you try hard to ignore the grin on his face. Catching him eyeing you from head to toe, you furrow your brows and shake your head in disapproval. “Stop staring at me, weirdo.”

“Just wanting to see if you’ve done a better job than me, that’s all.”

“Yeah, sure,” you sigh, walking over to the kitchen counter, looking for a cup that would contain something you’d enjoy drinking– because you can’t even smell vodka without wanting to physically carve your stomach out of your body (you’d call this reflex your bad flashbacks from war)– Donghyuck’s voice lands into your ear once again, possibly the effect of his figure standing so close to yours.

“Chill out already, would you? Let’s dance,” he says, pointing his chin towards the living room, resonating with roaring music and filled with various other people from your university, all dressed in costumes. A rumor has it that Johnny-- the host-- was kicking out everyone that came without one, and with how much this guy loves Halloween, you don't even try to doubt the information.

You huff, laughing at Hyuck's proposal. “I would rather die than to dance with you, Lee Donghyuck.”

Silence– well, to a certain extent, with the loud EDM music playing in the background– overtakes the two of you after your response, your eyes still searching through the sea of alcohol poured in various red cups over on the kitchen counter, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Do these people really not drink anything other than vodka and cheap beer? Sighing in disappointment, almost reaching for the beer– because everything’s better than vodka– a hand holding a single red cup comes into your rear point of vision, making you look up at your silent companion in confusion.

Taking the cup into your hand and sniffing, your eyes meet your supposed enemy, to which he expressionlessly says: “Rum and coke. I know vodka makes you puke.”

“Thanks,” you say, hesitantly taking a sip and averting your gaze from the male, taken aback by his sudden act of service.

“Will you dance with me now?”

Sighing, you shoot him a glance, seeing the shit-eating grin appearing on his face again, making your blood boil at unreachable heights. “I will kill you tonight, Hyuck.”

“We’ll see about that, spider monkey.”

“Oh, you two look amazing together-”

“We’re not a couple,” you cut off the stranger passing you by on your walk down the street, sighing to yourself.

A few drinks, screams at the top of your lungs on the dance floor and selfies in your Halloween costumes later, you two and another few friends– the most sober ones of the group– were sent on a McDonald’s run. You argued that you could just order pizza, or that you could just get Postmates, but Jisung got too drunk to remember how it works and insisted on you getting it personally, because, quote, the stranger could eat his chicken wings, and, well, Jeno can never say no to Jisung, so… here you are.

“Not gonna lie, dudes,” Mark says, laughing to himself, “the disgusted look on Y/N’s face every time she has to explain this to someone is the only thing keeping me going right now.”

“I’m glad that at least someone is having fun,” you mutter under your breath.

“Who said he was the only one? I am enjoying this,” Donghyuck snickers, walking by your side as if to annoy you even further. Every time his hand accidentally brushes against yours as you walk– because even though you’re the most sober of the group, the amount of rum and cokes you’ve drank tonight is still enough to make you walk a little to the side– makes you want to turn around on your heel and scream into an endless void full of your misery.

Every time you see the man next to you grin with his perfect pearly whites, the hairs on your arms stand up in nerves, your stomach feels funny and the pit on the very bottom of it only deepens. You’ve never felt this much frustration, annoyance and anger towards someone. Normally, you’re a pretty chill person– it’s just that Lee Donghyuck is a menace to society and to yourself twice as much.

Walking into the McDonald’s that’s luckily only a few streets away from Johnny’s house, you stand in line and wait for your turn to finally order the endless list of meals the group waiting back at the party managed to stick together. Looking around, seeing a long line of teenagers dressed in various costumes, you find a new sense of appreciation for humanity. Isn’t it funny how once a year, we dress as someone else for one day just because we feel like it? Humans are actually pretty cute, if you think about it.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t notice Donghyuck talking to someone that’s standing behind him. His words blur in your tipsy mind, allowing yourself to relax for just a bit and calm down before you have to carry the bags with food down the street again, back to the party, when the words girlfriend and Bella startle you awake.

“Yeah, it took me so long to convince her to come as Bella, ‘cause she always refuses to watch the movies with me, but she loves me too much, so she finally agreed-”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Donghyuck?” you ask, not even having enough energy to scream at him anymore, just furrowing your brows in resignance.

“Don’t mind her, she gets a little grumpy when she’s drunk, right, sweetie?” Hyuck grins at you as he puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. The smell of his showergel mixed with the cologne he uses– strawberries and coconut with just a hint of pinewood– hits your nose, making you swim in a weird sense of comfort and jumpiness. You once told him he uses too much cologne. He joked that it was so you would notice him, but ever since, the smell of his cologne has become less prominent, the sweet mix of strawberries and coconut making itself more known to your nose every time he was close to you in any way.

“We’re not even dating…” you lock eyes with the stranger dressed like Batman as you sigh, seeing the confusion in his hooded eyes when they jump from your figure to Donghyuck’s close to each other in a comfortable embrace.

Standing in the line at McDonald’s, various grinning teenagers pointing towards you two and telling you what a cute couple you are, you grow tired of explaining to them that your matching costumes are a mere coincidence. And with Lee Donghyuck sabotaging your every attempt at getting it straight and telling everyone that you actually hate your supposed other half, it becomes impossible to spread your truth, and so you just eventually stop trying.

Drinking so much the world is spinning and you feel hot in your cheeks, talking in the kitchen with Jaemin, Jeno and (ignoring) Donghyuck, you feel like this evening couldn’t get any better. You see, you may sound like an alcoholic right now, but the more rum and coke you drink, the less you mind Hyuck’s annoying teasing and the bad music choices from the resident DJ Jungwoo. You asked him to play Pitbull twice. He refused both times, and if that’s not a sign of a bad DJ, you don’t know what is.

Laughing at a joke Jaemin made, you momentarily lock eyes with Hyuck before you jump up in surprise at a loud scream coming from behind your back.

“Bella! Where the hell have you been, loca?!”

Turning around, you see a tall man with a wig on, wearing the most ratchet outfit cut out of a 2009 movie– there was no doubt, this was none other than Xiao Dejun dressed as Jacob from Twilight. Laughing at the whole situation– because there’s nothing else you’re able to do now, after realising that the three of you accidentally wore the costumes of a love triangle without knowing the other’s intentions, you watch as the man replicates the scene from the movie and runs towards you to pick you up into a spinning hug.

“This is getting ridiculous,” you giggle when he puts you on the ground.

“Why? You didn’t plan this?” he asks, seemingly not knowing about the rivalry between you and Hyuck as his eyes dance from him to you, seeing you shake your head in disapproval.

“Don’t listen to him if he tries to tell you otherwise, but no, we did not plan this,” you laugh, seeing Dejun join you in the little moment of you slowly going crazy.

“Well, that’s just great, because that means I can drag you to the dancefloor without Edward here getting mad at me!” Dejun yelps as he physically drags you to the living room by your right hand, body swaying to the beat of the never-stopping EDM music playing through the speakers. You don’t really remember you and Dejun being this close, you only had a few classes with him last semester, but it seems that the alcohol level in your blood is no longer letting you have any barriers tonight. Eyes shortly switching to the kitchen– completely subconsciously, really– you notice Donghyuck staring at the two of you with a cold look, jaw clenched. It only adds to the costume of Edward, you’d say, since you don’t remember the man having any other expressions in the movie, but the sight of Hyuck looking like that makes you a little taken aback, since you’ve never seen him with this face before.

“Are you sure you two didn’t come together? ‘Cause Edward Cullen over there looks a little jealous, if I may say so myself,” Dejun screams into your ear, making you roll your eyes at the comment.

“Don’t mind him,” you shake your head, “we hate each other.”

Dejun’s eyes widen at your last sentence, surprise overtaking his features. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you snicker, “he called me Dora the explorer for two months after I got a really bad haircut, I can’t stand that guy,” you laugh, seeing Dejun only snicker as he takes your right hand and rises it towards the ceiling, urging you to twirl for him like a ballerina.

“Well, that’s understandable,” he laughs, “even I’d hate him for that, if I was in your place.”

When the song ends and Dejun finds another familiar face in the corner of the living room, you find yourself sitting on the abandoned sofa in the middle of the room, finally letting yourself take deep breaths and try to force your head to stop spinning. Fanning your face before you take off your statement Bella zip-up hoodie, you let your eyes rest for a moment as you notice the sharp pain in your left temple– the first sign that you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight. Telling yourself you’re only gonna stay until you don’t feel a bit better, you try to force your brain to not shut off, before a painful slap to your thigh startles you awake as the sofa dips next to you with the weight of another figure.

“You okay?” you hear the all too familiar voice of none other than tonight’s Edward Cullen. After so many hours of being around him, you don’t even hate it as much anymore– in the loud screaming of the evening, you’d even consider it a safe haven.

Humming in agreement as you nod, you notice his hand on your thigh lightly massaging the spot he slapped before, the touch of his hand burns your clothed skin, sending shivers down your spine. “You want some water?” he asks, but as you shake your head to say no, there’s not a single thought in your head as you focus on the motion of his fingers on your leg, thinking of how you’ve never seen him so caring before, making you believe that maybe if he wasn’t so annoying towards you, you wouldn’t hate him as much.

“Do you want to go home?” he asks again, making you want to curse at him for breaking the silence (well, not really, since the havoc is still happening and the music is still playing), but instead, you only hum and cover his hand on your thigh with your palm, not even thinking about your actions. The danger of drinking is that you never know when the drink you have is the last one that takes you over the edge of having fun to being absolutely fucking miserable, and you think that the one you had right before Dejun dragged you to the dance floor was exactly the one doing just that.

“In a bit. Want my head to stop spinning so much first,” you say, letting your head drop onto his shoulder, enjoying the calmness of the situation after the stress and loudness of the whole night.

The smell of strawberries and coconut overtakes the smell of alcohol lingering in the room, calming your senses and making you wonder why you never gave Hyuck a chance before. It’s not like he was wrong about the haircut, after all…

“I’m team Edward, just by the way,” Donghyuck mumbles into your ear, making you snicker. To think you were considering that he wasn’t so bad just a few seconds ago…

“You know, Hyuck, I’m starting to think you’re an actual vampire, with how you’re sucking out my energy the whole evening,” you mutter, hearing the boy laugh at your comment before his tone turns suggestive as he leans even closer to your ear.

“Maybe I can suck your neck instead, like an actual vampire, you know-”

Feeling hot in your cheeks from the comment that just escaped from between his lips, hating the way it made you feel all funny in your stomach, you sigh and move away from him, standing up from the sofa in urgency. “I’m actually going to kill you, you know-”

“Oh, come on,” he giggles, taking you by your hand and dragging you back down to the sofa, “sit for a bit and then I’ll walk you home, okay? I was only joking…” he says, seeing you roll your eyes, but your body slides deeper into the sofa cushions, getting comfortable. “Unless…?”

Yeah, never mind. Lee Donghyuck is still the most annoying (affectionate) human being you’ve ever met in your whole, entire life.

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writtenbymkl · 1 year

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[13:14 pm]

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a/n: i came up with a new word, haechanitis, and i think i have it. i’m severely into this dude… like i know mark is my man but haechan … it was the concert that did it for me, if you guys had seen the pictures i got and the amount of times he looked at my camera, you would understand me （◞‸◟） not proofread btw !

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“so, how’s it going with your little crush on haechan?” your friend asks as she scrolls through her phone.

“dude, it’s not a crush,” you say as you push her shoulder. “i don’t even talk to him.”

you’ve learned a lot from observing him, not to be creepy but every time your head turned to look at him, he was always doing something new. like when his friend jaemin is feeding him, he shakes his head when he opens his mouth. or when his other friend renjun, shoves him away whenever he gets too close to him.

you could honestly go on about haechan but you prefer to keep it to yourself. he’s way too out of your league and you’re too introverted to ever find the confidence in going up to him. unlike him who seems to strike up a conversation with whoever he comes across.

your friend notices that you’re lost in thoughts when she asks, “should i invite him over? i mean, he is my partner for this project we’re working on.” your eyes widen and you feel panic strike as your heart rate goes up.

“no! i will kill you and then myself,” you threaten while holding both her hands down, which in fact were about to wave him over. unfortunately for you, she still has her mouth.

“hey haechan!” you shut your eyes so hard and you feel your heart about to explode because you know he’s gonna walk over any second. he can’t resist talking to anyone who calls his name, that’s how he is.

“i’m leaving,” you state as you let go of her hands and rapidly grab your stuff, shoving just about anything into your backpack. you need to leave before he steps foot in your space.

“y/n, you cannot be serious…” she trails off as she watches you put your backpack on. all you can do is huff in frustration.

“i’m 100% serious. you know i can’t be in the same vicinity as haech-“ you’re cut off by the legend himself.

“woah, what did i do?” haechan questions with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you look at your friend and all she can do is offer you a sorry smile. you’re gonna do what you do best, which is to disappear any time something embarrassing happens because right now, you want the ground to swallow you whole.

“i gotta go, i’ll see you some other time, bye!” you exclaim to your friend as you speed walk out of the scene. you don’t turn your back once to see their reactions, all you know is that you have to get out there before you have to see haechan’s face up close for longer than five seconds.

“fuck, that was close,” you whisper to yourself as you lean against the wall outside. you had finally calmed down a bit since you were nowhere near him.

“what was close?” you let out a loud yelp as you turn around to see haechan standing behind you. well now you were definitely fucked. you must’ve killed a god in your past life because why was this happening to you?

“jesus, you scared me! what’s wrong with you?!” you exclaimed as you held a hand to your chest. you probably look like that spongebob meme right now. haechan just stares at you in amusement while crossing his arms.

“what’s wrong with me? what’s wrong with you?” he asks while nodding his head in your direction.

“i don’t know why you followed me, but i’m leaving. bye.” you say as you turn your back to him. you don’t mean to be an asshole but since you’ve never spoken a word to him, this is all that can come out.

his hand grabs ahold of your wrist before you can even walk two steps. “tch,” he tuts. “where do you think you’re going, y/n?” your eyes widen because how does he know your name. but then you relax as you realize your friend probably told him after you ran off.

“i’m going to study, now if you could let go of my wrist, that would be amazing,” you smile at him and watch as he lets go of your wrist before letting out a small ‘sorry’.

“i just wanted to know,” he starts while holding a finger under his chin showing his thinking face. “why you can’t be in the same vicinity as me, as you said.” he finishes while looking at you. you can’t look him in the eyes because if you do, you’ll confess right then and there. but then again, you’ve always been blunt since your middle school days.

“because i like you,” you state bluntly. haechan looks taken aback not expecting a straight and honest answer from you considering you were running away a few minutes ago. “now can i go? you don’t really know me so it doesn’t matter.”

“w-well-“ he stutters, still in shock from your confession. who would’ve thought you’d be the one to gag him. you sigh and stare at the ground bored. it’s not like you’re not used to rejection, you’re just tired of them wasting your time doing it.

“i’m gonna go now…” you trail off, taking steps backwards and pointing behind you. haechan, still in a slightly frozen state, nods but quickly shakes off the dazed state.

“wait, can i get your number?” he asks while quickly pulling out his phone, hands slightly shaking. you must be hallucinating at this point because there was no way lee haechan was asking for your number.

“mine? why?” you quickly ask. he shoves his phone in your hands and smiles encouraging you to type your information in.

“so we can get to know each other, duh,” he says while playfully rolling his eyes. now you’re the one in shock, he just pulled an uno reverse on you. you type in your contact name and phone number knowing there’s no way to get out of this.

“i might not know you at all or like you, but i’m sure i won’t have a hard time falling for you.” he says while giving a loving smile.

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cinnajun · 2 years

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: a kiss on the cheek | lhc

summary | you’ve only been dating haechan for a month now, and you haven’t even considered the chance of your first kiss happening yet. until one of your boyfriend’s friends mentions how much he likes kisses.

genre | lee haechan x fem! reader, high school! au, fluff

wc | 1.4k

a/n: here’s a lil something as i work on other stuff! i wrote it as i was really tired so it might suck, but i hope you enjoy nevertheless <3

SPENDING TIME WITH your boyfriend and his friends was still a new thing for you, but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. They were a fun group of people, and always had a new experience to recount or game to play.

Plus, they were very good at including you in the conversation, most likely at Haechan’s request.

Most of your time with them was spent at a little alcove in town, a little clearing surrounded by evergreen trees and overgrown grass. Hidden in the grove was a small, abandoned park, which your boyfriend said they visited the most. Today was no different, except for a little fact.

“So, one month?” Jaemin asked you, tugging at the uniform tie that was secured around his neck. Once it was adequately loosened, he lifted himself onto the edge of the flimsy bridge that connected one side of the play structure to the other. Jeno hopped on after, taking a spot next to his friend.

You and Haechan shared a spot on the center of the teeter-totter, balancing it out so it would stay perfectly straight. It was something you both had grown pretty good at over the past month; in a way, you considered it to be a token of your relationship.

“One month,” Jeno affirmed, taking a clean bite off the popsicle he’d bought from the corner store. “Wanna know how I know?”

“How do you know, Lee Jeno?” Jaemin asked, raising his eyebrow. Haechan seemed to pick up on what they were going to say, because he instantly dropped his happy attitude, opting for a more annoyed one.

“Guys, don’t—”

“It has been one month,” Jeno cut Haechan off, spreading his arms out. “Since Lee Haechan has tried to kiss me, or Jaemin, or anybody else!”

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers, and you were quick to snap your head in Haechan’s direction. You felt a bit embarrassed, mostly because Jaemin and Jeno didn’t know that you and Haechan hadn’t kissed yet; nevertheless, here they were, acting like you had filled up his kissing quota.

You were a bit embarrassed, and heat was quick to pool on your cheeks. You could only hope Jaemin and Jeno wouldn’t notice your embarrassment, but, judging by how their attention was on Haechan right now, you didn’t think they would.

“Shut up,” Haechan grumbled, summoning a pencil from his pocket and chucking it at Jeno. It hit his chest, falling somewhere into the grass, and Jeno didn’t seem to care too much. Instead, he just laughed, taking another bite of his popsicle.

“Aw, so embarrassed,” Jeno teased. In response, you just scoffed, crossing your legs.

“Why the hell are you biting the popsicle? What’s the point of a popsicle if you’re going to bite it?” you asked, derailing the conversation completely. The faster you could stop thinking of the prospect of your first kiss, the better; too much time spent and you’d be giggling in your bedroom tonight, thinking about Haechan rather than doing your math homework.

Haechan agreed, sticking his tongue out at Jeno. He just waved you off, taking another entire bite from the popsicle. “I’m not in the mood to let it melt today.”

“But you’re in the mood to let your teeth freeze off?” Haechan quipped. Before Jeno could respond, though, the sound of Mark yelling at you four distantly caught your attention. Haechan looked over at where the sound was coming from, which (coincidentally) happened to be in your direction.

On the other hand, you stared at him, catching his gaze. For a moment, you both simply stared at each other, but you broke off your quasi-staring-contest with a small smile and the turning of your head in Mark’s direction.

As always, you and Haechan were the last people on your route home. Usually, he’d be one of the first off, but he didn’t want you to walk home alone when it was dark out. So, he’d taken to skipping his street, walking all the way to your home with you before turning back.

It was endearing, cute, and very unHaechanlike. You liked it a lot.

Now that you were close to your home, though, you had a little mouse on your shoulder, telling you to bring up what Jeno had said earlier. Before you began dating, you were vaguely aware of how touchy he was with his friends, but you hadn’t been aware of the whole kissing thing. You both had never even gotten close to a kiss on the cheek, let alone anywhere else, so to hear he was fond of it was almost shocking.

You felt like tonight would be a good night to kiss him One month of dating, one month of poorly planned dates, two weeks of holding hands, and one week of hugs and linked arms. Things weren’t developing too fast, not like some of your friends’ current-and-past relationships, and now would be as good a time as ever.

It would make things more special, too.

When your house came into sight, just down the street from where you were, Haechan squeezed your hand, sighing.

“It sucks our one-month was on a Tuesday,” he said, now swinging your hands back and forth as you walked. “We couldn’t do anything fun or embarrassing. Not when everything is so hard right now.”

“I get it. I don’t mind at all,” you hummed, taking a few steps in front of him and pivoting to face him. You stood in front of your house, now, which was all lit up from the bright, fluorescent lightbulbs your dad had installed a couple of days ago. “I’m just glad we spent time together.”

“Yeah, with my idiot friends,” he grumbled. Haechan seemed pretty upset by your lack of anniversary date, as well, which made the shoulder-mouse’s squeaking even worse. Awkwardly, you both stared at each other, all while you went back and forth between the options in your mind.

To kiss or not to kiss, that was the question.

As far as you were concerned, none of your family members were near the windows, and nobody was out right now. It was just you two and the empty neighborhood, with the occasional dog bark or tree rustle. It was the perfect setting for a first kiss, right in the dead of May, when the temperatures were beginning to pick up and summer rain was preparing to fall.

Why not? What’s stopping you? It’s not like a full-on kiss, just a kiss on the cheek. Nothing serious, nothing stressful, only a simple kiss on the cheek.

Placing a hand on his shoulders, you lifted yourself onto your tip-toes, planting a small peck on his left cheek. A huge smile blossomed on his face at the action, which you took pleasure in seeing as you returned to your normal height.

“You’re cute,” he giggled, which was also very unHaechanlike. Nevertheless, you enjoyed it, returning his smile with your own stupid one. Once again, it went quiet, and neither of you moved to leave or say goodbye.

“Can I kiss you?” Haechan not-so-suddenly asked, draping his hands around your waist. You raised your eyebrows in feigned shock, forming a small ‘O’ shape with your lips.

“Why, of course, you can.”

So, he leaned in, leaving a quick peck on your lips. You were the one to giggle this time, enjoying his warmth under the moon. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Haechan smiled, bringing you into a full hug. You returned it happily, squeezing him with everything you had.

“Same here.”

And, Haechan pulled away, giving you a small wave before he turned around and began his trek back to his street, leaving you to spend the rest of the night kicking your legs in delight and calling all of your friends to tell them about your silly, meaningless relationship developments.

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neochan · 2 years

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DEATH WISH (M)

PAIRING | vampire!haechan x vampire!reader

WC | 1k

WARNINGS | lots of cheesy vampire jokes and mentions of blood

A.N | i'm considering making this a full fic, so if you like it, please tell me!

everyone wants to take a bite out of their lab partner every once in a while, right?

especially when his blood thumped and pounded through the bulging vein running along the side of his porcelain neck. he was so fair, almost translucent, and if you narrowed your eyes enough, you might just be able to make out the dark red hue of ecstasy.

okay maybe not everyone fantasized about that kind of biting, but right now you were fighting to control the itch stinging the back of your throat.

it had been a while since your last feed, shifts at the hospital growing further and further apart thanks to your heavy college course load, and it was taking an immense toll on you.

you felt tired all day despite not being able to sleep, your usual bright amber eyes were a dark muddy brown, and of course the worst part of it being the constant itch in the back of your throat that had you looking at everyone like a gourmet meal.

the boy whose neck you had been concentrating on drops the thin test tubes into the rack and turns to you, "so do you want to meet later to finish the lab?"

osaki shotaro was a sweet boy with an even sweeter blood type, and you knew there was no way you could meet with him later without feeding first.

your voice is hoarse when you speak, "i can't tonight." for some reason you think he's going to protest, but he just shakes his head instead, "how about i do the rest since i've been spacing out this entire time." your laugh is more like a dry cackle but he still cracks a smile in return, "it's only fair."

"sounds good to me."

the dried up professor starts barking orders at the class on how to safely dispose of the labs materials. no matter how thirsty you were, you wouldn't touch that old bag of bones with a ten foot fang.

thankfully you and shotaro were quick at cleaning up, because as soon as your professor gives you the go ahead, you're rushing out the door, a promise to finish the lab report thrown over your shoulder. you sprint down the stairs, through the double doors, and out into the open air before you could run into the mass of students being let out for lunch.

a quick stop at the hospital would do you an insane amount of good, so you start to walk towards your car. you opt to take a quick shortcut behind the cluster of academic buildings, but soon an eerie feeling creeps up your spine and grabs at your stone heart.

if you were still human, you bet the hair on your arms would be standing, and your pulse racing.

the undead didn't work that way.

"if you're gonna kill me, can you hurry it up? i got places to be." the joke makes you snort.

as if anyone could kill you.

the concrete sidewalk laid empty, along with the fire escape off to your left. there was no one in sight, yet your instincts were screaming at you the opposite.

"i was gonna start off with a hi, hello, how are you, but if you really want me to, i guess i could..." a whoosh of air rushes over your face and suddenly you're face to face with a boy your age, "i don't particularly like killing my kind though."

alarm bells were ringing through you, the sickening sweet smell of a fresh vampire invading your nostrils. he didn't look dangerous though, his blonde hair in a tousle, eyes a muddy amber.

he needed to feed.

"my campus is off limits."

for as long as you were turned, you had been the only vampire in your town, which made you unkind to...strangers.

"relax. i came to see you." his fangs shoot out, the sharp tips resting on his bottom lip, "the names haechan." why was a freshly turned vampire here to see you? what did he want? and why was he actually kind of cute? "your ability is tactile telepathy?"

"how the fuck do you know that?" now the alarm bells were screaming at you to run. go somewhere and hide until he left.

"my ability is mimicry. i can draw on others power and manipulate it as my own. " he seemed proud, "touch my hand, and you'll see that i'm not gonna hurt you." his left hand juts out for you to take.

you would only need a few seconds of contact to see the last couple weeks of his life, so hesitantly you make contact, a shudder passing through you on impact. it flashes in your mind like a movie, transforming in your thoughts as if they were your own memories.

laughter, tracking, scents, two pairs of eyes, three, four, five? a coven? a... family.

"there's more of you here." you say, withdrawing your hand and taking a step back.

haechans mind was one of the few interesting ones you'd had the pleasure of seeing. since he's freshly turned, he still has the hazy gold glow across all of his memories - as if he was seeing the world for the first time. he was... happy, young, yearning.

he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his oversized basketball shorts, "they want to meet you, but they sent -"

"sent you because you seem the least intimidating." you cut him off, finishing his sentence for him.

you had seen everything.

"...yeah. you saw we don't want to hurt you. we just want to talk."

he was telling the truth, that much you knew, but you'd been alone a long time, why all of a sudden was there a coven of vampires wanting to speak to you?

and why was he here?

you had seen someone you knew in haechans memories. someone you'd known a long long time ago, and he was here waiting for you. he had tracked you down, you could feel it.

might as well go and see what he wanted.

"i'll talk, but i need to feed first."

the boy grins from ear to ear and gives you a wink, "don't worry, i was gonna ask if you wanted to grab a bite anyway."

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mingtinys · 2 years

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Beautiful

pairing : lee donghyuck x gn!reader

fluff , angst , hurt / comfort

warnings : self-doubt , insecurities regarding looks and image

word count : 1.4k

a/n : trying to describe the position these fuckers were is was the absolute bane of my existence. anyways , im a haechan sympathist until the end .

Free days with you were few and far in between. Almost always fleeting or cut short much too soon by surprise dance practices and pressing interviews. Donghyuck knew this wasn't any fault of his own, his job kept his schedule booked and busy. But he still felt guilty and neglectful as a boyfriend at times.

You always assured him this wasn't the case. Claiming the nightly phone calls and quick coffee dates were more than enough. Still, he missed you.

So when his phone lights up with a cancelation message from his manager, he nearly jumps from his seat at breakfast. Mark reads the text aloud from his phone, ". . . a severe storm is set to roll in within the hour. Road travel has been deemed unsafe, all schedules for the day are postponed."

Donghyuck is smiling and typing away at his phone before Mark can get through the rescheduled dates. Texting you the news and urging you to get over as fast as possible ahead of the storm.

"Haechan, are you listening?"

Everyone must have thought he was even more insane than they already did. Giggling and rejoicing at a disastrous weather event. But deep down they all were, every single one of them needed a day off.

"Yeah yeah, the uh . . . thingy– is rescheduled to Tuesday. I got it." He mumbles, flicking his hand in the air to wave Taeyong off. He doesn't even bother glancing up from his phone, too fixated on your "on my way" message.

"Wednesday."

"That's what I said."

Deciding this wasn't the hill he was willing to die on, Taeyong lets the conversation go with a sigh, dismissing everyone to do their own thing for the day. Donghyuck is the first one up, rushing to wait by the door for you. It's only a ten-minute drive from your apartment to the dorms, but he's still impatient.

You barely make it inside as the first drops of rain begin to pour, and Donghyuck wastes no time in dragging your up to his empty room. Johnny must have gone to play video games with Mark and Jungwoo, leaving the two of you alone.

For hours, the two of you lounge around and just talk, conversing about anything and everything. The storm outside rages on, turning the sky black and the room dim with it. The only light provided is by Johnny's salt lamp on the nightstand. Its pink-orange glow casts a warm aura through the room, naturally calming the atmosphere.

And as the conversation dies down, Donghyuck takes a moment to admire the way the soft light highlights your features. It reflects off the raise of your cheekbones and the peak of your nose. Effectively illuminating your skin and casting shadows across the left side of your face. His gaze travels down to the curve of your jaw and dips of your collarbones that just peek out from the hoodie he let you borrow long ago. Each area is gently carved out and put on display by the soft light.

He suddenly becomes hyperaware of just how close the two of you are. With you sat in between his legs, face to face. Your knees are slightly bent over his thighs and feet planted behind him. Every point at which your skin makes contact with his sends volts of electricity through his nerves that could rival the lightning outside. Each time you lean a bit farther forward, he has to stop himself from lunging for a kiss. Knowing he'll lose all leverage for his own jokes when you inevitably tease him for being too eager and needy.

And when he finally lifts his gaze to your eyes, he finds you staring back. The corner of your lips turned up in a ghosted smile. Somehow your stare feels more intense than his ever could. Like it holds the weight of everything you feel for him. Which it might.

Donghyuck falters slightly. The sudden realization of the lack of effort into his appearance dawns on him. No makeup to make his skin appear clearer for interviews. Void of any tight and restrictive clothing meant to make him look skinnier or more buff on stage. He hadn't even bothered to fix his hair since he woke up. It all feels too … vulnerable. No quips or quick-witted jokes come to mind that can relieve him of the sinking feeling he's experiencing. The insecurities begin to pile and metastasize in the silence, and then–

"You're so beautiful." Your fingers brush against his cheek as you whisper it. The warmth of your palm cupping his jaw spreads to his cheeks faster than wildfire.

You're so beautiful.

Donghyuck has to repeat the phrase in his head before he can fully process it. His breath catches in his throat, and he's positive he looks like an idiot with how he freezes in place.

You're so beautiful.

He can't remember the last time he'd been called such. Or in a way that felt genuine at least. Sure, fans call him beautiful every day. But it was easy for their kind words to be drowned out by those who wished to hurt him by hurling insults. And despite how much he pretends not to care, they do get to him. More than the good does sometimes.

And of course, you always give him a plethora of passing compliments. Yet every time you call him handsome, sexy, or hot there is always a thought that lingers in the back of his mind. "They're just saying that because they're my partner. They have to." But beautiful . . . ? Donghyuck wasn't sure he'd even been associated with a word so delicate and enchanting. Honestly, it was a word he deemed only you to be deserving of. But the way your stare holds his, the genuine curve of your lips, and the love-glazed expression gracing your face makes him think, just maybe, the two of your could share it.

His mind feels as though it's crashing in on itself. A complicated mix of emotions stampeding to the forefront, ranging from doubt to pure bliss. Donghyuck's brain is so jumbled he doesn’t register the single tear trailing down his face until your thumb comes to swipe it away.

"Baby . . . what's wrong?" You ask innocently.

But that's the problem, nothing was wrong. Nothing at all, and yet he can't seem to stop more tears from leaking out. Any words that could possibly articulate the swarm of emotions swirling in his head die out before they can reach his tongue. Instead, something halfway between a gasp and a sob escapes his throat.

Your eyes are swimming with concern, darting back and forth as you analyze his features to try and piece together what went wrong. Except for this time, Donghyuck can't find it in himself to meet your gaze.

He drops his head and stops trying to speak, knowing if he does he'll just start crying. And the last thing he wants to do is cry, even as he can feel the dam breaking he attempts to hold it back. So he just shakes his head, hoping it will communicate what he can’t.

And surprisingly it does.

Because somehow, someway, you get it. You always have.

In lieu of everything, when others would call him stubborn and childish, you don't flinch. You don’t get frustrated or judge his tears, nor do you press for any sort of answer. Instead, you place a hand on the back of his neck and guide him to your chest. Kind and assuring promises spill from your lips as your fingers trail up and down his back.

"Take your time, it's okay." Your other hand finds its resting spot tangled in Donghyuck's hair. The sensation is so delicate, and once again he finds himself forcing down another sob. A deep breath in, a shaky breath out. However, it’s when your chin comes to rest atop his head after pressing a soft kiss to it that he finally feels safe enough to reach his breaking point. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, fisting the hem of your hoodie. Cries fill the empty space of his bedroom, they’re ugly and loud, and Donghyuck wonders if anyone else is close enough to hear them. It would be best if they weren’t.

There's probably snot and tears everywhere from how his nose is pressed up against your collarbone. But you mention nothing of it, allowing him to hide in your embrace for as long as it takes. Minutes, hours, days, and weeks, you promise to hold him for that and more.

Donghyuck tries to remember everything about this exact moment. Because he isn't sure if he'll be able to believe what you told him tomorrow. But he does today. Right now, he is beautiful and loved; puffy eyes, splotchy face, tears, and all. And what can be more beautiful than being viewed as such by the person who loves you most?

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kisstuals · 2 years

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7pm. donghyuck x gn!reader wc 658 | fluff, strangers2lovers | mentions of alcohol

You are beginning to think that 7pm on a Thursday might be your favorite part of the week. Maybe it’s because that is when the sun begins to set, making the sky look like it's been painted. Maybe it’s because your strawberry yogurt tastes especially sweet during that hour. Or, maybe it is because there’s a cute boy that always walks in the convenience store you work at every Thursday, at 7pm.

He looks especially beautiful today, with his hair freshly dyed black and eyeliner smudged around his eyes. As always, his guitar is strapped behind his back, hitting some of the shelves as he makes his way to the aisle with ramen. That’s where he always goes– to the ramen section, before getting some ice cream and then heading to the checkout, where you are at the register.

You aren’t a stalker, you swear, but he’s kept to this routine for the past three months, so that’s given you a lot of time to observe him. He dyes his hair a new color almost every other week. He always has his guitar, and almost always is sucking on what you assume is a cherry lollipop. Usually, he comes alone, though sometimes his friends (who you think might be his bandmates) will also join him. Occasionally, he will also come in another time during the week, but he has yet to have not shown up at 7pm on a Thursday.

Thank god for that, because his visits seem to have become the highlight of the week. He doesn’t do much, besides go about his day, but he will usually give you the sweetest smile when he approaches you at the register and asks you about your day. He’s making small talk, you know, but when you have a crush on someone, even the smallest things warm your heart. Perhaps one day, with a little alcohol in your system, you will take it to the next level, and approach him first. Ask him his name, and offer to buy him a drink.

Alas, that day is not today, as you’d like to keep the peace and quiet of your Thursday evening. Plus, you plan to work here for a long time, and if confessing were to make things awkward, you weren’t sure how to inconspicuously ask your manager to let you change your schedule. So, you tap your fingernails on the counter next to the register, waiting for him to make his way to the register.

“Hey.” A soft voice draws your attention away from the flyers on the window that you were distracting yourself with.

“Hey.” You can’t help the smile that forms on your face as he appears, knowing all too well that your cheeks are warming up due to the fact that you had spent the last ten minutes thinking about him. One awkward shuffle later, you manage to grab the items he had put down and scan them without embarrassing yourself too much. Until the next time he opens his mouth, that is.

“You’re really cute.”

“Huh?” Your fingers falter on the keypad as you ring up his final price. He remains silent and just chuckles instead, inserting his card in the reader after the total shows up on the screen. You, on the other hand, are playing a game of hide-and-seek with his gaze, wondering if you heard him wrong.

“I said, you’re really cute.” As you gather his belongings into a bag, you feel his eyes on you.

“Oh, um, thanks,” you mumble, handing the bag to him.

He smiles. You smile back.

“I’m Haechan, by the way.” He says, walking backward to the exit– you both can’t seem to break eye contact. “I’ll see you again next Thursday then?” You nod, a little too excitedly, and he just chuckles again before leaving the store.

You are most definitely sure that 7pm on a Thursday is your favorite part of the week.

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sw1mmingfoolz · 2 years

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🌻 sunflower sheets, sunshine boy - lee donghyuck🌻

requested? Y/N

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

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

pairing: haechan x gn! reader

wc: 2.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was it about who I think it was?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Lee Donghyuck

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He wasn’t massively protective of you, but Donghyuck liked to at least know where you were. He’d leave you be and often be attentive from afar so that no one could see just how worried he could be about you.

B ⇴ BICKER

The two of you were well known amongst your friends for your bickering, the two of you were immature and sassy with one another. Your friends around you would often be in hysterics whilst the two of you bickered, coming out with more and more random nonsense until you really had to stop.

C ⇴ COMFORT

There would often be a moment of panic in Donghyuck when he sensed that you needed comforting, mainly as he didn’t want to mess up. Once he had composed himself and reminded himself to be there for you, Donghyuck would sit down beside you straight away and not leave you alone once.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Both of you were a bit guilty at times of being quite stubborn with one another and adamant on doing what you wanted to do. If you felt strongly enough about something than the both of you wouldn’t back down until you found yourself arguing, or more bickering. Neither of you could ever really raise your voices at one another, instead you’d just bicker and talk nonstop about the fact that you were right.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

You were the one in charge when you first met as you tried to show Donghyuck what you needed him to do, but once work was done, the two of you still found yourselves chatting. You gravitated towards him anyway as you were aware that Donghyuck was one of the main dancers of the group, but even past that the two of you just found yourselves getting along more together than you did with the other members.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Donghyuck’s family treated you incredibly well, after seeing how big Donghyuck’s smile was the first time that they met you, they knew that they were going to love you from then on. Seeing that Donghyuck was happy being able to have you as a best friend was the most important thing to them but seeing how well you got along especially was the encouragement, they needed to really be there for you too.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

You were usually quite private when you got together, neither of you were big on large crowds nor heavy noises. Instead, you usually preferred to just get food or grab a coffee and sit at the back of a café or grab something that you could take home so that you could relax in the peacefulness of your homes.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of winding each other up, you loved to try and get under one another’s skins and annoy them. You both knew the exact way to push each other’s buttons and were never afraid of pushing them too much when you wanted to annoy the other person and get them irritated at you.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Although the two of you didn’t have too many inside jokes, the ones you did have always left you both in stitches when you remembered them. You both got shy quite a lot of the time about your inside jokes, most of the time because they were embarrassing moments that one of you preferred to forget.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He was the first person to admit that at times he got jealous about the other people that were around you, Donghyuck especially wasn’t too keen on the friends of yours who were louder than him and got a lot of your attention. He loved to be the one that you paid attention to more than anyone else and would definitely remind you of that whenever Donghyuck was able to get your attention again.

K ⇴ KICKS

Donghyuck got a kick out of showing off to you, he loved hearing compliments from you that let him know that he’d done a good job. There was no one’s opinion that he valued more than yours, so when you told him well done or that you were proud of what he was doing, that was music to Donghyuck’s ears.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how many memories the two of you had and how often you were able to reminisce about them together too. You remembered so many of your times together because the two of you always had so much fun whenever you were with each other, and especially when the other person needed cheering up, you’d remind them of those happy times as your memories were a guarantee to make you both smile.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were asked by the company to help choreograph a routine for the group’s comeback. As one of the main dancers, you spent a lot of time with Donghyuck especially as he was the centre of the routine, helping you to teach the other members once he picked it all up.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

The privacy that came with hanging out with you allowed Donghyuck to just be him, he loved that there was no one else watching him but you, and no one pressuring him to be a certain way especially.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Donghyuck was obsessed with your personality, there was so much about you which he adored. He loved how well suited you were for him and how well the two of you just gelled because of your personality traits.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The moments that meant the most to Donghyuck were when the two of you could dance together, as that was how the two of you met. He tried to keep getting you involved with as much of the group’s dances as possible so that he had more chances to perform with you, either at the studio or on the stage.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He turned to you a lot for advice, Donghyuck didn’t like to pester the boys too much, but he knew that you were always there and definitely never moaned when Donghyuck came needing a bit of reassurance.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whenever he was onstage, Donghyuck carried a wristband with him from early on in your friendship when you went to a theme park. It was his first memory that he had with you and so Donghyuck kept it safe all of the time, and if it didn’t go with the rest of his outfit, he’d place it into his pocket for safety instead.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

He loved whenever you were there to support him in person the most, being able to show you how hard he was working was what Donghyuck favoured. The one thing that he loved more than anything else though was when he performed one of your routines and when you told him that he’d executed it perfectly.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Whenever a trip was arranged for the group, Donghyuck would try his absolute best to find some sort of reason to take you along with him, no matter how rubbish of an excuse it was, he would try and use it.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

He was incredibly fond of you, although Donghyuck had plenty of close connections, you were the one that meant the most to him.

V ⇴ VISITS

One of his favourite moments was when you stopped by at work and watched the boys rehearse for their stages. He loved showing you what they were working on, and most of all he wanted the group to make you proud.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He wasn’t the best with advice, but Donghyuck tried his best to offer you as much advice as he could whenever he was with you.

X ⇴ XXXX

When the two of you were alone Donghyuck would be more affectionate with you, around other people he tended to be quite subtle, especially with the boys as he didn’t like to be teased when he was with you.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his inspiration, Donghyuk was constantly in awe of how talented you were.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

When the two of you stayed the night together, top and tailing was usually your thing. It led to plenty of squabbles between the two of you, winding each other up with your feet in one another’s faces.

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hugs2doie · 8 months

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hii!! hope you're doing well.

if it isnt too much of a bother, could i request texts with mark dating a girl whose personality is exactly like haechan? cuz thats literally me, lmfao. thanks!!

take care and stay hydrated <33

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AND HELLO UR PERSONALIRY IS LIKE HAECHAN?? ummm im literally gonna start likinf girls for u whats ur number 😅😅

U TOO POOKIW STAY SAFE MWAHH

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Reader tried to summon the soul of their deceased pet cat, but yan!demon haechan came out instead and starts to terrorize them

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Your voice comes out in a shout of exasperation as you see your now shredded curtains dangling by literal threads of fabric on your windows. "What did you do?"

Turning your head, you spot the smug looking demon sitting on your couch.

"You're the one that was stupid enough to summon me, so..." he shrugs.

"I wanted my cat back, not you!"

"Harsh," he pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Speaking of, you're not a cat so why the hell-" you glare at him as he starts chuckling at your choice of words. Rolling your eyes, you continue, "why the fuck did you shred my curtains?"

He stands, moving in front of you in the blink of an eye and pulling you into his chest in the next moment. He meets your gaze, amusement shining in his eyes, "how else am I going to get you to pay attention to me?"

"If you want attention, then fucking ask for it like a normal person," your attempts to push him away from you only cause his grip on your hips to grow tighter, a frown pulling at his features. "Don't shred my curtains like a spoiled brat."

At this, he quirks a brow, "I'm just doing exactly what your cat would have done. Only, instead of cuddles I'm getting yelled at."

"Of course you're going to get yelled at, you shredded my curtains!"

"Details, details," he hums, that damned smirk tugging at his lips once more.

"You really are the bane of my existence." You sigh. "Perhaps I should really find that dismissal spell now."

"You wouldn't dare." His hands tighten their grips on you, his fingernails biting into the skin of your hips somewhat harshly, and the sudden dark look in his eyes has you recoiling. Only, you cannot go very far. "You summoned me, and it took me far too long to get us where we are now. There's no way in hell you're getting rid of me that easily."

"Woah," you attempt to laugh off his sudden seriousness, the tension sitting heavily in the air around you. "Didn't realize you enjoyed being stuck with me that much."

"Stuck with you? Oh, no, no, no," he chuckles. "Darling, you're the one stuck with me."

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rrxnjun · 2 years

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knee deep at atp ;; ldh

pairing: lee donghyuck x fem!reader genre: coming of age, slice of life ; angst warnings: swearing wc: 1.6k

and when our eyes meet all I can read is, "you're the B-side"

December 18th, 2022. His breath forms in fluffy clouds in front of his mouth, disappearing as fast as it appears; the cold wind burning his cheeks that he desperately tries to hide in his woollen scarf. Lee Donghyuck’s not a winter person– he much prefers the heat of the summer, the sun kissing his bronze skin, chasing sunburn with more enthusiasm than he chases frostbite.

This is the fourth time you walk past the beach, and when you reach the tall tree in the corner of the street, you hesitantly take a step into the frozen sand and don’t look back, expecting him to follow you. He does– he would always follow you, with whatever you had in mind.

There’s something hanging in the air, making the atmosphere heavy and the first meeting after many, many months so utterly bitter. It doesn’t take a lot to notice that something’s wrong. Your usually cheerful demeanour is hidden behind a coat of a shade over your face, the lack of words out of your chatty mouth only proving his anxiety that it’s in place; something is wrong and you won’t tell him what.

“...are you alright?” he mumbles, trying to break out of the silence. There’s a heartbeat of ignorance that passes by, followed by a quick glance to his left temple, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“Of course,” you mutter. Kicking the rocks under your feet, you walk over the whole length of the coast, eyes searching for your usual spot. Maybe when you reach the silly, old bench at the very end of the beach, hidden away from everyone, you will find calmness in your heart; maybe everything will go back to normal.

Donghyuck wonders where he went wrong. Sure, him leaving for a few months couldn’t be much of a bonus point to your still blooming relationship, but it’s not like he could do anything else. He had to move, it was his dream university, after all.

He still remembers the euphoria he felt when he got the acceptance letter in the mail, running down the street to meet you at the corner of the block, throwing himself into your arms and breaking the news to you. The feeling was the closest thing he’s felt to the bubbling emotion he had in his insides a few minutes after; when he kissed you on the beach, at the very spot he’s nearing to right now, where you told him you’ll wait for him and that you’ll always be his, even when he’s miles away.

You weren’t dating. But you were still his, in a way. At least that’s what you told him, and that’s what he believed.

Sitting at the bench, less than a week before Christmas, he feels as if he would be better off spending it alone in his university campus. Something’s wrong, and you won’t tell him what; and that’s eating him up from the insides.

“How have you been?” he asks instead, hoping to get the old you back. He wants to hear you ramble about everything and anything, just as you always did; he wants to see you completely, utterly comfortable with him.

“Good,” you note, nodding your head to prove your point. You don’t ask him how he’s been– almost like you didn’t even care. He doesn’t blame you, though. It’s been a long time since you two saw each other. Maybe you no longer feel the same.

“How was the festival?” he asks.

You invited him to a festival over the summer. He couldn’t go, because he had exams– it’s the way he missed most of your invites, slowly missing out on every milestone of your life, disappearing out of your reach. It’s not his fault-- how could it be-- but he still can’t help but feel like you blame him for it, just the tiniest bit.

“Amazing,” you say. Your answers are short and simple. Like you’re not even interested in having a conversation with him.

“...have any photos you could show me?” he asks, used to being the one desperately trying to start a conversation right now. You bought a camera last summer; you happily announced to him with a picture in his iMessage app– a picture he widely grinned at, sitting soundly in his dorm room.

“All got lost in my camera,” you mutter. Not even a confused furrow of Donghyuck’s brows makes you continue your sentence, taking out your phone instead and showing it to his hands, a photo album called “ATP” opened in front of his eyes.

Swiping through the low quality pictures, the envy and jealousy slowly swims in his insides. He could be there– he should’ve been there. You look so happy in all the images, an expression he so dearly misses, for you haven’t looked this content the whole day, with him. It’s clear that those are all the pictures your freinds took on their phones, sending them to you so you had at least some memories from that night that you could look at.

An underexposed picture meets his eye, two figures in the corner, both he recognises all too well– you, wearing a K Records t-shirt, three times the size of your regular wear, holding his hand.

You take the phone out of Donghyuck’s hands, locking it and putting it away. He expects a word from you– a word, because a sentence would be way over his expectations– but the only thing he’s met with is silence.

The silence slowly starts to bite him, everywhere it can reach. It starts from the bottom of his toes to the tips of his fingers, loudly crunching in his stomach, causing it to burn, eating up his ears as they ring and when it wants to reach the tongue, preventing him from uttering out another word, he takes it into his own hands and battles it with courage.

“What’s going on, Y/N? We haven’t seen each other in ages, and when we finally do, you act like you don’t even want to be here. I know I have no right to interrogate right now, but your silence is making me fucking miserable right now-” he shoots up his hands in frustration, your hand quickly escaping the warm pockets of your winter coat with a low rustle, finding its place on his forearm as if your touch was meant to calm him down.

The wind takes away a slip of paper, porcelain white being dragged along the shore, when you jump up and chase after it, needing to protect it like a treasure; the dearest thing you own.

Eight fingers gripping the thin sheet, you sit back down and bite on your lower lip, a sigh escaping your mouth as Donghyuck stares you down, his eyes settling on the item in your hands. The edges look a little worn out, as if someone kept on holding it and flipping it between their fingers on lonely days, in some places, you could see blue ink seeping through the layer of paper supporting the words scribbled down messily over its surface.

Perhaps a winter coat mightn’t be the best place to hide a summer secret.

Your word is cleanly written on the other side, in sky blue ink, decorated with a doodle of a heart; a love letter so dear to your heart that you cling tightly to it and avert your eyes from your now lonely lover.

“...can I read it?” he asks, as if to twist the knife in his own wound. There’s no explanation needed for the picture in your phone and the letter flying in the wind, hidden by your coat. But still, as if he liked the pain, he takes the sheet of paper you offer him and unfolds it, eyes skimming through the words.

And for every correctly used apostrophe, he could feel his heart sink inside his chest in front of him. Trains of thought full of adoration, the smell of summer and heated air flowing through the words are hitting him in the face, punches served with no mercy right into his gut.

The messages he’s sent you flick in his brain like a presentation carefully crafted in powerpoint, the wall of shame of his heart– the letters he’s sent to you, yet you don’t treasure them the same way you treasure this one, keeping it with you when you go on walks with your first lover; to the place where you promised him you’ll always be his but broke it nonetheless.

He knows he took you to the beach too; he could tell by the way you bite on your cheek every time the sand falls from your insoles, digging your feet into the ground in nerves, as if to try to hide away.

Completing the letter, carefully folding it in half and offering it back to you, you take it as you meet his eye for the first time in the last few hours. Somehow, you look relieved.

“I’m sorry,” you speak.

Now’s his time to keep the silence, eyes bearing in yours. He wonders what they look like right now, if he’s looking at you full of pain, or if his orbs are empty as the moments he spent with you flash in front of his eyes, chewing on his bottom lip in despair.

He remembers you telling him you’ll wait for him after he comes back from university. He remembers you telling him you love him, and that you’ll love him forever, even when he’s gone. He remembers you holding him and wiping your eyes when you cried the moment he had to leave this town, waving at him at the train station.

But he also remembers himself telling you that you don’t have to do that; he could never limit you and force you to wait for him while he’s gone, miles away from your reach.

You’ve done nothing wrong, after all.

Donghyuck guesses that you could never really conquer the distance. In your phone and in his letters, he was just your B-Side.

“I’m so, so, sorry, Hyuck…” you mutter, tears sprinting down your cheeks, guilt washed all over your face. It hurts him, it cuts him deep like a knife, it makes his stomach twist and bitterness settle in his chest– he could never hate you, though.

And so he tugs you into his arms, gentle hands smoothing down your hair.

“...’s okay. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

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