#haechan playboy!au

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it'll last

SUMMARY Of course you fell for the playboy. Except, you didn't know he was the one everyone fell for; you didn't even know he was a player in the first place.

PAIRING fuckboy!lee haechan x gender neutral!reader

GENRE college!au, angst, hurt/comfort

WORD COUNT 1.7k

WARNINGS kind of toxic (?) relationship, mentions of drinking, sex, and castration, history of infidelity on haechan's side, lack of communication, the use of both haechan and donghyuck to address him

AUTHOR'S NOTE abe don't write hurt/comfort challenge: failed

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This wasn’t how Haechan was planning to end his Thursday night.

Your friend from your old school called him up, asking if it would be alright to drop you off at his place. He obliged, seeing nothing wrong with it, considering you’ve been inside his apartment a couple of times. But he retracted his statement as soon as another thought crossed his mind: he could pick you up instead. And somewhere among the noise on the other line, he could hear your drunken protests, letting them know that “you shouldn’t be disturbing Donghyuck! He’s probably tired.” He felt touched alongside a pang of guilt in his chest; you shouldn’t have to worry if he was tired or not, you’re also a priority.

To everyone else, he was Haechan. When he introduced himself to you as his given name and you spoke it back to him, he decided it was only for you to call. The same day, he was so sure he’d do everything to change for you.

The moment you saw the top of your boyfriend’s head getting out of his car, you ran into his arms, knocking him back very slightly. Now, you’re weeping into Haechan’s chest in the club’s parking lot and he doesn’t know why. He wants to ask you so many questions but your blubbering is getting worse by the second, you can’t hear him trying to gently console you. But through the sorrowful sea of your salty tears and muffled sobbing, he can make out the words “don’t leave” and “I can do better,” leaving Haechan visibly confused. Looking up to see your friends in the distance, he waves while giving them a reassuring smile.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here.” Despite this, you shake your head and he’s sure that your fresh snot rubbed on his tee, but he doesn’t care for its condition. He can always wash it. You are the only thing that matters to him at this moment (but even outside of this situation, you grace his thoughts).

He frowns to himself, “what do you mean by that? Are you just wiping your tears?” Your head moves side to side again. Thankfully, your crying progressively weakens even if progress is slow. Haechan patiently waits for your response, no matter how nonsensical it may be.

You finally detach yourself from his quite comfortable chest and try to look at his face. It’s hazy from the several shots and mixed drinks you had, but Haechan’s beauty knows no bounds. On both sides, it seemed like a miracle that you both managed to pull each other. But in reality, you were one damn good-looking couple.

“I know— I know about your reputation around campus.” Ah, yes, the elephant in the parking lot and your relationship. Before he got into whatever your current situation is, he was a notorious playboy. He’d talk to other people behind his partners’ backs, so very openly cheated on them. And yet, people still came flocking to him, giving him the opportunity to keep this lifestyle going. That did not include you. You knew people would use the I can fix him joke, but you didn’t know that people were dead serious about it when the topic of Haechan came up.

After a month of dating on the low, you finally found out tonight. At the bar’s counter, there was a clump of people from your university gossiping about the hottest men in the batch. You rolled your eyes, not giving a flying fuck as to who was the best at sex or how long they could go for. That was until they brought up Haechan’s name and had the audacity to call him Donghyuck.

A girl in a shimmering silver dress blows wind upwards, making a strand of her hair move to the side. “Wait, wait, wait. Let’s talk about some real men: Donghyuck— or Haechan, whatever— is so fucking fine, like I’d ride his dick again, even if it means he’ll pretend not to know me the next day. Red is my favorite color, after all.” All of them laugh at that.

Hyesu, the only one you knew by name from the group, nearly slammed down her glass at the mention of him. “I know, right?! I thought I was the only one,” she opens her mouth to speak again, but not before making sure the coast was clear. She motions the circle to huddle closer, but it doesn’t do anything because the whisper comes out annoyingly loud, “you know, I heard that he turned down Karina… and I would personally dump whoever I’m dating for her!”

Another new, deeper voice makes your ears quirk up. As the conversation progressed, you learned that it was almost the whole school wanting to get a taste of him, like he was some sort of sacred food. Like two people ogling over him wasn’t enough. “God. He was so much more fun before he settled down, who is it, anyway? I haven’t gotten a taste of him, yet. He flirted with me once and I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”

As you wait for the drinks you ordered, which you wish would arrive a lot faster, you utilize your peripheral vision to get at least a glance of the people talking about your boyfriend. You hoped you were extremely hit and that you were just imagining their conversation, but you were far from it.

Another person from your course, who you know has a girlfriend, only talks to console her sad, drunk friend in purple. “Don’t worry, Mihn, I’m sure he’ll be available again in a week, or so.”

“When I talk to him again, I know I’ll have him wrapped around my finger.”

You blocked out whatever came after that sentence, welcoming the possibility of Haechan falling for someone completely new, going back to the bad habits you just found out about. Waking from your degrading self-talk, the bartender finally hands you the round of drinks, and you swore you saw a halo above his head. Tipping him two ₩10,000 bills, you thank him before rushing back to your table. When you sat down, breathing was nearly non-existent to you; it was as if you had substituted oxygen with alcohol. Your friends had asked if anything happened, but you only gave them a strained “fine!” before diving back into the variety of liquids in front of you.

How you got to your current state was self-explanatory. And it was embarrassing that you were practically begging for him not to leave you for a better person, if they ever existed. He would have received the opposite reaction if you were sober, probably interrogating him as to why he was treating you so well, like your relationship would last longer than a month. Instead, you looked pathetic, maybe even borderline obsessed. At the back of your mind, you knew you had it in you to be mad at him. But this was Donghyuck; the only man who could make you soft and vulnerable, that you would allow into your apartment without feeling any type of discomfort, who first asked if you both could take things slow, never crossing any boundaries.

“I found out… and… I— I know I should be mad that you didn’t come clean. But, maybe, you’d tell me it was obvious and should’ve listened to the people talking. I also just heard you go by Haechan, I would’ve never guessed that you were Mr. Playboy, or whatever the fuck!” You stop to breathe in deeply through your nose and out your mouth. This conversation was sobering, but not enough that you’ve completely lost all the liquid courage in your system. It would take much more than that.

You try to loosen yourself from the hands he has on your elbows, but they stay stubborn where they are. “I just— I want to know where our relationship stands, and if you’re serious. But at the same time, I’ve never felt this way with anyone else, so I want to know if I can change for you, to be the most perfect person for you to never even entertain the thought of someone else in my place. The fact that you asked to keep it low-key, too… I don’t know…”

The confident, yet sad, look Haechan has on his face provides you with a certain amount of comfort; one that reassures you that you are everything he could’ve asked for. “I’m sorry for making you doubt my intentions,” you don’t say anything, looking down at the dirty pavement, and he takes it as a sign to continue, “but the moment I met you at that party two months ago, I knew I had to change. I would never forgive myself if I let you slip away.”

If you thought your vision was bad earlier, the fact that there were now additional tears blocking your image of Haechan was even worse. You tried blinking them away, but they came out full force.

“I was the happiest when you agreed to date me; the way you smiled is forever imprinted into my mind. I’ll remind you every single day of my waking life that I am so sure about you.”

Haechan never wants to make you feel this way ever again. When he saw the defeated look on your face when you broke the news to him, it was a sight that he wishes he wasn’t the cause of. He regrets the reputation he built; he was so stupid to think he could ever hide it from you.

After absorbing his vow, you raise your hands to rub your tears, but he beats you to it. You can see a little better, and you’re thankful you can look at your lover as properly as an intoxicated person can. Your lips upturn the slightest, a witty line brewing right in front of Haechan’s eyes.

“If you ever think about doing something behind my back, I’ll castrate you.”

They’re back, Haechan thinks to himself, a smirk appearing on his mouth as well. “And that will never happen, my dear.”

You slap his arm— “don’t complain, you deserve more than that!” —before engulfing him in another loving hug. The warm, cozy scent of his mixes with the slightly gross smell of the dribbles of alcohol that stained your clothes. Somehow, it was more than enough to keep you back on the ground.

He rocks you back and forth to whatever popular song playing inside the club, both of you feeling the bass ever so slightly below your feet. A couple of minutes pass before he looks into your eyes again. “Ready to go?”

“Can we stay like this for a while?”

“Of course.” He holds you closer.

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•Toxic Pleasure•(M) Mark x reader x Haechan •

Part 3

Genre: smut; little bit of fluff; love triangle; Mafia au

Word count: 3.1k

Pairing: Haechan x reader x Mark ft. Yeonjun

Warnings: Oral sex, congolingus fingering, threesome.

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Haechan approached y/n, making her look in his direction with slight panic. She couldn't tell if he was playing with her, or was he actually keeping her second identity a secret. There were too many mobsters at the party that she had some, as you would say, "bad" encounters with them.

They finally came close to one another, making y/n feel very uneasy. The smirk on Haechan's face was unsettling, she knew he was thinking of something mischievous. "Hello, y/n nice meeting you once again, isn't it?" Haechan greeted with a fake smile. She knew he was making her anxious on purpose, and it was pissing her off. "What is it, Haechan, right?" She acted. She couldn't risk anyone getting. suspicious of the two. Haechan smirked. He liked how she was acting for the sake of her safety. The tranquil music softly played throughout the room, as mobsters chatted wholeheartedly and rudely. Haechan held his hand out to her and smile.

"May I have a dance with someone as pretty as you?" He asked as he slightly smiled. Y/n was taken aback at the question. She examined his eyes, trying to crack the idea he was planning on his evil brain of his. However, all there was was blank pupils meeting hers, hiding it from her, frustrating her greatly. "I'm-"

"Sorry Haechan, her date would like to have her first dance for tonight." Yeonjun butted in, smirking at the latter. Y/n looked at Yeonjun, who glanced at her with a wink, and sighed in relief. Haechan's mouth was agape as he was shocked by the sudden news. "What the hell?! Since when was he her date? I thought that they were only friends?! This bastard is ruining my plans for tonight!" He fumed inside his head. Despite the anger of the younger, he put on a fake smile and apologized. "I'm sorry, " he said as he gritted his teeth at the older. Yeonjun nodded as Haechan walked away from the two, looking at the young man in disgust as he headed back to the group's table.

Haechan sat down, not taking his eyes off the two supposed "couple." Mark, Jeno, and Renjun were chatting with other mobsters in the room, leaving Jaemin at the table. He was busy sipping from his glass and relaxing to the classical music that played. Haechan had caught his attention when he noticed how he didn't take his eyes off of y/n and Yeonjun. "The surprise guest caught your attention tonight?" Jaemin asked Haechan, smirking onto his glass of champagne as he eyed the man. Haechan nodded, daring himself to not take his eyes off the two. He felt that something was up with the two like Yeonjun sees what the player was planning. The more and more he thought about it, the more he felt his brain warping. Must be because he was a little tipsy. "So, Mr. Playboy, what are you going to do," Jaemin began as he too watched the two close friends dance as they conversated with one another. "Are you going to sit here and watch him take her from your grasp, or are you going to take charge and show him who's the boss?" Jaemin asked as he examined y/n.

He had to admit, she was a beautiful young lady. Those innocent-like eyes of hers are what captivated him the most. He knew they were just there to cover how freaky they were as if she loved to be seduced. He continued on down further to her psyche, memorizing every perfect curve that was on her body. He licked his lips as he continued. She was pretty, but she wasn't his type. He slightly feared that if you pissed her off, she would hurt you in the most ruthless way possible. And he wasn't wrong...

Haechan thought about Jaemin's words and smirked. The way Jaemin asked the question had him in even deeper thought. He had been watching his hyung's actions precisely. Every glance. Every movement. Everything. He knew that Mark is going to at least talk to her alone tonight, and he can't stop that from happening. "Your smirking, playboy!" Jaemin grinned as he looked at Haechan. He began to laugh hysterically. "Gosh! I can't wait to see how this night plays out!" Jaemin smiled as he patted Haechan's back.

"Thanks, Jaem, you've just given me a wonderful idea..."

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Yeonjun and y/n looked into each other eyes as they danced with one another. With a hand on her waist and a hand on his shoulder, the two gracefully moved on the dance floor. Majority of the mafia that were there were also on the floor, busting a move. Even though they look like they're having a good time, some of them were glaring daggers into each other.

But Yeonjun and y/n were enjoying their presence, without Beomgyu or anyone interrupting them. "Thanks again for getting me out of Haechan's grasp. I don't know why but every time I'm near him I freeze up and feel unsettling around him." Y/n said as she looked up at Yeonjun. She admired her close friend's features as she looked up at his face. She wondered why someone as good looking as him isn't in a relationship with anyone yet. "Hmm," Yeonjun hummed as he thought about what she said. "Do you two have something going on between you, like blackmail or something?" He asked. The female blushed as she thought about what happened a few nights before. Never in her lifetime of seducing has she let her victim take control. Haechan was her first. Something about the way he threatened her, and dirty talked her made her feel different. He wasn't anything like Mark.

"Why are you blushing?" Yeonjun asked, a slight grin forming on his face. 'Cute' he thought. The girl shook her head and smiled at the taller. "Nothing! Let's just enjoy this moment, shall we?" She suggested, trying to change the subject quickly. Yeonjun looked at her with suspicion before agreeing. The two continued dancing until the song ended.

The friends returned to their seat and continued chatting with one another. Y/n suddenly felt like she was being watched, as if someone was trying to burn daggers into the back of her neck. Her eyes moved around the room, trying to catch the suspect, but failed miserably.

"It's Mark." Yeonjun spoke, staring at her with seriousness. "He's the one staring at you. You get his attention well..." He frowned. The others four members returned to the table, after having a hearty chat with BTS. "Why are you staring at my sister like that?" Beomgyu began as he took a seat. "Hey, give it a rest tonight Beomgyu, they're just spending time with one another. Something they haven't done in a while." Soobin said, smiling at the two, unaware of what was going on. Beomgyu scoffed and let it slide.

"Look at Hyung staring at y/n, unaware of what he's doing to her. It humiliating." Haechan mumbled to himself as he watched the scene in front of him. He had went another table, to get a better view of his new toy, but was disappointed to see find Mark staring cluelessly at the beauty. This feeling inside Haechan concerned him though, as he had no idea why he felt so outraged about his hyung looking at some one night stand of his. After all, Mark was with her first.

Mark stood up and followed y/n out of the room and Haechan smirked. Just as he suspected him to do. He smirked as he watched his plan unfold.

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Y/n stood on a balcony as she looked up at the stars. She had forgotten how pretty they lit up the dark sky. It made her fill with tranquility, getting all the things running through her head all night to suddenly disappear.

A tall figure leaned against the door frame as he watched the lady in front of him grin at the twinkling stars. "Beautiful tonight aren't they?" He spoke, startling her. She quickly turned around and her eyes widened. She began to stutter as the male, who was smiling approached her side.

"You don't have to answer since you can't stop stuttering." He chuckled. Y/n frowned and rolled her eyes. "I've been meaning to talk more to you all night." He continued as he looked at the sky. "And why is that?" She asked, a feeling of anxiety creeping into her body. "Well it's about the Mafia business..." He said. "Sorry Mark, but I can't do anything for you right now..." She replied, turning around and walking back inside. "Wait!" He yelled, earning the female to stop in her tracks and turn around.

'She remembered my name...'

"What do you want now?" She asked as she crossed her arms and glared at him. "Can I at least get to know you more, alone?" Mark pleaded. Y/n looked him, trying her best not to give in, but she couldn't. She was memorized in those brown doe-like eyes of his. "Fine. But only for five minutes." She said as she rolled her eyes. Mark smirked in satisfaction. The female stood beside him. "Thank you." He said. "You're mighty nice for a mobster." Y/n said in suspicion. "Oh, trust me. I'm not, I'm just being nice to you. If you were someone else I'd be a different person talking to you right now." He replied seriously.

"Then why are you being so nice to me?" She asked.

"Because y/n you intrigue me." He made eye contact with her, making her look away in uneasiness.

"H-How is that? We just met tonight." She managed to get out. "When I look at your eyes, they resemble the person I tend to have a somewhat liking too. The way they sparkle, her's sparkle the same way..." He said moving closer to her, making her back away a little.

"Look at the time! Five minutes have passed!" She said quickly as she ran to the bathrooms and leaving the male alone on the balcony in confusion.

Mark shrugged his shoulders and left back to the party.

Meanwhile, y/n made her way into the bathroom, running immediately to the sink. He quickly threw some water over her face and took a few deep breaths, Mark's voice replaying in her head like a catchy song. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Shit. Forgot I had makeup on!" She cursed to herself. "Mark Lee, what are you doing to me?" She whispered.

"He's fumbling your brain." A voice from the stall answered. Y/n quickly turned around and glared at the stall door. "What the... Haechan is that you?!" She asked. The stall door opened and revealed the sun kissed skinned male. "What are you doing in here?! What if someone catches us" Y/n freaked out. The male just rolled his eyes. "I doubt it." He smirked as he approached the female.

"You know, your little 'date' has made me feel some type of way. And then you have Mark hyung, who's been eyeing that pretty ass of yours..." He started, trapping the female up against the sink countertop and him. " "And why are you telling me this?" She asked, trying to hide how Haechan was turning her on. "Because it's making me feel attached to you... It angers me see you with them." He said in a low tone. Y/n smirked. "So you're jealous?" She teased, earning the male to slightly tense at her words. "No." He pouted. "It just doesn't sit right with me."

"As if I believe that." She mumbled. "Why would I be jealous? It's not like we're together. We just had a one night stand." He smiled as he looked into the females eyes with mischief. "You're right. That's why I find it amusing how you've gotten attached to me just to because of that." The female stated. Haechan was taken aback. He grabbed the woman's chin and lifted her head, leaning in towards her plump, glossy lips. Y/n felt his hot breath fanning her face and blushed.

"You're funny." The male said before capturing her lips with his, her responding to the kiss immediately. They're make out session went from playful to rough and lust filled in less than seconds. "Shit. I want you so bad right now." Haechan huffed as the two parted they're lips once they began to lose breath. "But now's not the right time..." Y/n responded. Haechan shook his head and smiled. "There's always the right time to fuck, babe." He said, picking the startled female up. He sat her on the sink countertop and stood in between the female's legs. He smirked as he slid his hand underneath her dress and pulled down her panties. "Haechan..." The female said as she was mesmerized by the males facial features. She never noticed how handsome he was until now. "Shh. Let's just enjoy this." He said pulling y/n's underwear completely off.

Y/n suddenly gasped as she felt two fingers insert her. "Fuck-" she moaned as he continued, increasing the speed slowly. "Do you like that?" Haechan smirked as he looked at the heated lady Infront of him. "Y-"

Before she could get her words out properly the door of the bathroom busted open as there he stood.

Mark Lee himself. Witnessing the hot scene that was taking place on the sink countertop.

Haechan looked at his Leader with an smug smile, while y/n froze in shock. "I-" "Oh hey hyung!" Haechan interrupted Mark. "What brings you here?" "Obviously to used the bathroom. But I'll come back another time-"

Y/n left out a moan as haechan thrusted his finger into y/n's tight core. Haechan never averted his gazed off Mark. "Oh I'm sorry y/n. Forgot I was fingering you..." Haechan smiled, clearly telling a lie. Mark looked at y/n for a brief second before turning to leave, only to be halted by the younger question.

"Would you like to join us, Hyung?"

Mark turned his his head, looking back. "No thank you." He replied. "Oh come on! What do you mean by that? You've been stripping her down with your eyes since you laid eyes on her. You're obviously lying!" Haechan fumed. Realizing how angry he sounded, he collected his thoughts and cleared his throat. "So come on. I'm sure this pretty lady right here would loved to be pleasured by us anyways." Haechan looked at y/n and smirked.

Y/n, who was silent the whole time. Looked at haechan with a surprised expression. "W-what?" "Think of it as a welcoming gift. To celebrate you joining the underworld." Haechan smiled innocently. "I- don't know.." y/n looked away with blush creeping up to her face.

Mark looked at y/n's current state.

He thought about "Masked Beauty" and how he felt about her. How much he loved seeing her in the club every chance they got. How they fucked each other senselessly. How he fucked her somewhat out of love and not lust. Then he remembered what happened the last time he saw her. How she left him emotional in that room, and him coming back to Dream's base with sorrow. How he wished that she wasn't seeing some other guy.

"Fuck it. Let's get this started." Mark said as he loosened his tie. Haechan smirked with satisfactory, his plan successful. Y/n looked taken aback from Blue haired males answer. "Wait a-" Haechan pulled his fingers out, causing y/n to gasp. Mark approached the female and attacked her lips. Haechan got on his knees and positioned his face at her heat and dove in, eating her out like she was desert.

Y/n moaned into Mark's kiss as Haechan ate her out. "You taste so sweet." Haechan said up against her thigh. "You should taste her, hyung. She's sweeter than cake." Haechan praised. "Let's switch." Haechan looked up at his hyung with lust. "Okay."

The two males switched spots and Mark began sucking on her clit immediately. "Oh fuck! You're so good!" Y/n let out.

Mark smiled as he looked up at the aroused beauty. Haechan lowered his pants and boxers revealing his rock hard cock. Y/n stared with awe. "Suck it, pretty face." Haechan groaned softly. He put it in her mouth and threw his head back. Y/n began sucking and rolling her tongue on haechan and Mark continued doing a perfect job of pleasuring her. The three continued fucking one another, close to reaching their euphorias.

When the door bursted open, startling the three.

"What the actual fuck?" Yeonjun said.

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Quarantine Chronicles by @domjaehyun | Jaehyun, Johnny, Jungwoo, Jaemin, Mark, Jeno, Haechan | 3 pts. 126.7k total | M | roommates au, fwb, uni au

Fourteen days, five roommates, and five remarkably high sex drives. what could go wrong?

I'm obviously a Jaehyun simp but while reading this, I found myself so immersed in the other characters as well (especially Jaemin OOF he's such a freak 😭). Part 1 is basically 20k word long filth smut LOL so like I always say, be warned!

Pussy Fiend by @domjaehyun | Haechan | 2 pt. 68.9k total | M | roommates au, fwb, f2l, some dubcon be warned, uni au

The title truly does explain it all lol. Another @domjaehyun hit. The dynamics not only between HC and MC but all the roommates *muah*. The tension: outstanding. The smut??? *cries*. Yeah, this fic deserves the hype. Part 2 is a must-read.

Bitch Hunters by @tyonfs | Dream '00 line | 4 part series | M

huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are determined to have girlfriends by the end of their college years, but that’s easier said than done when they’re known as the biggest players on campus.

besties (gone sexual) by @tyonfs | Jaemin | 43.4k | M | best friends, fwb2l, slowburn

The final (and longest) installation of the bitch hunters series. Each part is a different dream 00 line member and can be read separately, although they are all a part of the same au. I do recommend reading the prologue found in the series masterlist first!

Na Jaemin, resident playboy and serial heartbreaker on campus, thinks he might have a crush on you [, his] best friend of seven years...

I could say so much about this fic series. I'm lowkey attached to every Tyonfs character I've ever read about. I loved every part, but Jaemin's hit especially hard, probably because of the length (that's what she said). It's not only the amazing story between Jaemin and his girl, but also expands the au so much and brings it to life. The ending made me feel like I was watching the finale of the last season of a TV show. So so good. Like I said, the parts can be read separately, but they're stronger when read in order. <3

Use Me by @yutaholic | Taeyong | 19k | M | bbf

You've had a crush on Taeyong, your brother’s best friend, for as long as you can remember, a crush made worse by the fact he’s completely off-limits. When Taeyong suddenly confesses you haven’t been alone in your feelings, you start sneaking around to be together, risking it all not to get caught.

One of my favorite Taeyong fics of all time *chef's kiss*. I love that the story is so heavy on the mc's life and development without taking too much away from the romance.

no one wishes at the snow by @neoculturetravesty | Jaehyun | 18k | M | fake marriage, single parent

Marrying for love was for the fortunate few. Marrying for love happened in fairytales and movies and dramas. Not real life. In real life, everyone married for convenience.

<Husband Jaehyun3 <3 So unique and well-written! If you're looking for a really good fic to take you on an emotional ride, this is the one!

cat & mouse by @tyonfs | Jaemin | 17.7k | M | uni au, fwb, brother's best friend, athlete/sports

rule number one of bro code states that sisters are completely off-limits, and, y/n, we just pushed that limit.

This fic is perfection, honestly. Idk why I didn't add it to this list sooner, seeing as the series was one of the first things I rb'd on this blog.

this is (not) easy. by @mrkis | Mark | 13.2k | M | uni au, fwb, bffs2l

Getting into a friends with benefits situation with your all time best friend was so (not) easy...

This is why I love the fwb trope so much. Angsty but not too angsty, and the smut scene where he makes love to y/n before trying to end things/confess. UGH. Big D Mark 4ever <3

Freaks by @2jaeh | Jaehyun | 8k | M | uni au, social difference, cheating

The campus bad girl has her eyes set on the preppy good boy, and she always gets what she wants...

Freaks: The Prequel by @2jaeh | Ten, Taeyong | 11.8k | M | uni au, fwb, revenge, 3some, mxm

A story of why the entire campus were almost certain that you Taeyong and Ten were in a poly affair. 

I adore the dynamic between TaeTenY/n, and I enjoyed reading Jae's internal struggle not only with his feelings toward mc but also with himself!!! Tbh, I get second lead syndrome from TY even though he's not meant to be a second lead, so I find myself gravitating towards the prequel, haha. 3 biases, one au. Really does it for me.

Playing the Game by @sluttyten | Taeyong | 11.7k | M | uni au, fwb, f2l, just a tiny bit angsty

Taeyong’s been your best friend for a few years now, but sometimes it gets a little hard to just be his friend. you’re at university and there’s no better time to blur that line between friends and a little bit more, to make your lives just that much more messy. 

Friends helping friends ahahah... I love his character in this a little too much and reread this fic when I'm having Taeyong brainrot. Perpetually in my TY era.

Pretty Boy by @ncteez | Mark | 9.3k | M | social differences

[Upon] realizing your grades have dropped drastically due to [your] lifestyle, you have no choice but to approach Mark for help. 

Hot nerd trope gets me weak in the knees every time LOL especially when the smut is this good *chef's kiss*

Mine too by @waithyuck | Haechan, Jaehyun | 7.5k | M | poly, mxm, 3some

Despite being in a consensual poly relationship with you and Jaehyun, Haechan is reluctant to touch you. You start to think he doesn't care for you until something switches in him after one steamy night...

My ults in a poly fic l- this was meant for me to find. Read this one multiple times and I think about it a lot because it exposed me to poly mxm and literally changed me LOL. Also, I loveeee how there's this sense of tenderness and fondness underneath the pure lust and desire between hc and mc.

In Your Arms by @sluttyten | Jaehyun, Mark | 6.5k | M | uni au/frat, fwb, are we seeing a trend with me and fwb fics???, 3some, a lil mxm, Halloween

(Part of the author's kinktober) Mark finds out you've been secretly hooking up with his and your other best friend, Jaehyun; Mark has a secret(s) of his own.

“Are you two not fucking? I thought this was an all three of us kind of thing?” THAT LINE ALMOST TOOK ME OUT I SWEAR LMAO. I keep coming back to this one ngl. The dynamics are just so unique and well done and I'm a sucker for service top Markie hehe <3

Still wondering how long those two had been at it tho... 🤔

late night driving by @jjsneo | Chenle | 5.6k | M | roommates

Chenle swears he’s going going crazy with cabin fever inside your shared house — and there’s no way you’re saying no to a late night drive with the roommate you so desperately have a crush on. who cares if his original story was a lie and, secretly, he just wanted to be alone with you.

DAMN. Chenle smut is so scarce around here, but THIS alone makes up for that, lol. I love how sweet it started out. The smut part lowkey caught me by surprise. Once again DAMN. Please read this.

amortentia (the room smells like absolute shit) by @tonicandjins | Haechan | 2.8k | hogwarts au, e2l-ish, cute stuff ♪(´ε｀*)

It’s no secret that the ongoing cat-and-mouse game between you and Slytherin House’s very own Lee Donghyuck remains unceasing from the day you and him were sorted five years ago to this day...

At the time of me reading this, I'm playing Hogwarts Legacy and am OBSESSED. On top of that, I'm a Ravenclaw, and this whole blog's aesthetic is inspired by HP (hence the dark academia). Anyway, this was really cute, and I love school crush tropes, especially when it's paired with enemies to lovers, I just- *sigh* Having knowledge of the series definitely makes this more enjoyable, as I was imagining everything happening and the surroundings.

#nct fic recs #fav!!! #haejaetae-recs navi #nct fic rec blog #nct 127 fic #nct dream fic #nct 127 fic recs #nct dream fic recs

[aehyei]

HAVE YOU SCANNED THE CODE? OR IS IT GLITCHING?

📍everything that are included in my fics are mere fiction; it is not my intention to offend anyone. all works stated below are protected by section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, so please do not claim my works as your own. give proper credits. 

📂 EXIT LIBRARY. | 📂 ARE U IN A GLITCH MODE.

𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝟭𝟮𝟳

쟈니 [ johnny ]

🖇 I’M SORRY, I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE ONE | Reading a letter from your ex-boyfriend, Johnny Suh, also meant that he’s finally free from al the guilt he felt in the past. 

angst, heartfelt, fluff at some point

ex-boyfriend!johnny x reader x husband!jaehyun

1.30k words

🖇 WHAT’S LOST CAN BE FOUND | angst, heartfelt :: best friend!johnny x reader :: prompt ask game

재현 [ jaehyun ]

🖇 WEDDING DAY | It felt like just yesterday when your little princess was crying because her pacifier fell out of her mouth, and now she’s here, dressed in a white gown, looking beautiful as ever—and is about to start her own family.

fluff, heartfelt

aged-up! husband! father!jaehyun x reader

1.21k words

🖇 NEW UNIVERSITY? IT COMES WITH A NEW CRUSH! | You’ve embarrassed yourself, twice. But Jaehyun doesn’t seem to care, your flustered face and the stutters you let out are just too adorable. 

fluff, crack

senior college!jaehyun x junior college!reader

1.90k words

🖇 COME BACK | fluff :: husband! father!jaehyun x reader :: 0.58 words.

🖇 MISUNDERSTANDING LOVE | fluff, angst :: boyfriend!jaehyun x reader :: prompt ask game

🖇 IT’S JUST US NOW | angst, fluff, heartfelt :: ex-boyfriend! ceo!jaehyun x president!reader :: prompt game

🖇 FESS UP OR DRINK UP | smut, suggestive :: fratboy!jaehyun x reader :: 920 words.

도영 [ doyoung ]

🖇 INVISIBLE | You thought everything will finally be alright when you manages to escape the hell of your ridiculously smart and rich ex-boyfriend, Kim Doyoung. But when you started experiencing things that no one could explain, that’s the only time you realize he was never going to let you go— ever.

angst, horror, thriller

ex-boyfriend! mad scientist!doyoung x reader

11.83k words

태용 [ taeyong ]

🖇 LOVE ME IN 7 DAYS | You loved and you lost in the past, and yet, you still chose to ignore all the pain it caused you. Meeting Taeyong did you a thing or two, and your thankful he was able to open your scars because now, you’ve finally leaned your lesson.

angst, fluff

best friend! playboy!taeyong x reader

6.72k words

🖇 VID CALLS WITH HOT STEP BRO | suggestive :: step brother!jeno x reader :: 871 words.

유타 [ yuta ]

🖇 RED FLAG | there are exactly three reasons why you shouldn’t fall for a man named nakamoto yuta: (1) he had a reputation of being a cheater. (2) he’a your sister’s ex. (3) he always carries a red flag.

angst, fluff, mini crack

sister’s ex-boyfriend!yuta x reader

3.21k words

𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛, 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠

해찬 [ haechan ]

🖇 SMILE FOR THE CAMERA  | School’s almost over and you’re finally going to live as an adult in college. Also, you’re just happy that you won’t get to see your sworn enemy ever since childhood, Lee Donghyuck, anymore. There is just no way that you’ll be keeping any memory of him as you step in another chapter in your life—until he told you to smile for the camera.

fluff, crack 

enemy! skater!haechan x reader

1.87k words 

🖇 IN THE MIRROR | Was it all really just a sick twisted fairytale in his head? Haechan knows he loves you the moment your fingers touched in the mirror. You make him so happy that he just wants to keep you all to himself. 

angst, heartfelt, yandere!au, parallel universe!au

man in the mirror! yandere!haechan x reader

9.65k

🖇 WAIT...WHAT? | fluff :: best friend!haechan x reader :: 0.49 words.

🖇 5 MINUTES | fluff, angst, crack :: ex-boyfriend! mafia!haechan x reader :: prompt ask game

재민 [ jaemin ]

🖇 GHOST OF YOU | So, the school’s most famous heartthrob killed himself and now everyone in school is depressed Jaemin’s gone—well, that’s what you thought until Na himself asked for your help to bring justice to his actually murdered death.

fluff, crack, angst 

ghost! playboy!jaemin x reader

3.86k words

🖇 SHOOT! | Right when Na Jaemin finally had you cornered, he realized that he was the one in trouble—not you. The catch? You’re one really pretty thief who stole his heart and wallet.

fluff, crack

police officer!jaemin x crook!reader

1.5k words

🖇 THANK YOU FOR DANCING WITH ME | If a mysterious man hidden under a squid game mask and named himself ‘j’ asked you to dance with him, then you’re willing to join for the ride, right?

fluff 

idol!jaemin x staff!reader x idol!jeno

1.20k words

마크 [ mark ]

🖇 PAST OF MY FUTURE | The red string connects soulmates and helps them find each other. But after realizing that yours and Mark’s string doesn’t connect, he chose to leave you alone. Now after many years, you both see each other again with a certain red string connected on each of your pinkies.

angst 

ex-boyfriend!mark x reader

1.83k words

🖇 BMW (lovesick playlist) | After the party, Mark Lee decides to help your druken state and helped you climb in his BMW sedan. But after your teasing and the growing tent in his pants, let’s just say, the night turned into something none of you could ever forget.

smut 

frat boy! hard dom!mark x good girl! sub!reader 

3.44k words.

🖇 OF LIES AND WRONGS | when mark wants to be proven wrong.

angst

mark x reader

2.040k words.

제노 [ jeno ]

🖇 FUCKIN’ ROUND WITH YA | What hurts more? Loving good boys or loving bad boys? For sure we all expected that it’s the bad boys who’ll be ripping our hearts in pieces—but Lee Jeno begs to differ. He’s a great heartbreaker in disguise under those innocent glasses.

smut, angst 

nerdy! good boy!jeno x reader 

6.91k words.

🖇 DIWATA :: prologue, interlude, epilogue (magic dust) | Lee Jeno was always warned never to visit the forest as it has been rumoured a fairy guards the area. But the curious boy couldn’t help but follow his heart that lead to the lonely and mythical diwata, who’s waiting for someone to visit her.

smut, fluff, fantasy, angst

country boy!jeno x fairy!reader

possibly 3k+ words per part

🖇 JEALOUS | angst :: ex-boyfriend!jeno x reader ft jaemin :: 0.42 words.

🖇 I’LL WAIT | angst, fluff :: mafia!jeno x reader ft. haechan :: prompt ask game

천러 [ chenle ]

🖇 DADDY ON DUTY (kisses and fireworks) | After a long day of stressful practice, Chenle finds himself in deep sleep on his bed and wakes up when a strange child that came from nowhere jumped on him—scaring him in the progress. To add to everything, the young idol learns that he just traveled to the future and is able to meet his future daughter. But will Chenle be able to be that great husband and father when he doesn’t even have a single clue on what’s going on?

angst, fluff, crack, heartfelt 

idol!zhong chenle x reader 

6.41k words.

지성 [ jisung ]

🖇 PLAYGROUND ESCAPES | Jisung takes his daughter, Jisu, on a quick escape to make up for the time he didn’t get to be there for and to show her she’s not the burden she thought she was.

angst, fluff, slice of life, heartfelt

aged-up! dad!jisung and daughter!park jisu moments

1.45k words.

🖇 NOT UR USUAL LOVE STORY | You love stories. If anyone would ask, you’d rather live in it then wake up another day in a world where everyone’s having the love story you’ve been daydreaming about. Of course falling in love with your best friend never came across your mind so it was a bit of a mess when you realized Jisung didn’t only view you as a ‘friend’.

pure fluff, angst if u squint

best friend! park jisung!jisung x reader (ft. jake sim)

7.251k words.

🖇 SHE’S ACTING WEIRD! | fluff, crack :: best friend!jisung x reader

𝗡𝗘𝗢 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞, 𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗨

쇼타로 [ shotaro ]

🖇 ONE DAY? | Osaki Shotaro’s unofficial guide on how to confess to ur crush <3: (1) act like a man. (2) get ready with huge flowers and romantic gifts. (3) chicken out. (4) and congratulations, you never got to confess at all.

fluff, crack 

high school student!shotaro x high school student!reader 

3.21k words.

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞, 𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗩

양양 [ yangyang ]

🖇 YU AND YANG (crazy and crazier) | One minute you’re a normal college teen student, enjoying your life, and the next is that you’re suddenly the only one who could control the fate of your family’s lifetime business. While badly ill, your dad couldn’t be able to handle the failing company, your mom not being strong enough to handle it, and so you’re the only one left on the list. But you weren’t prepared for the pressure your going to have to experience. To add to that, now you suddenly have to marry the Qian’s only son to save the company. Thank god for Hendery and Yangyang though, they really helped you get through this new mess in your life.

fluff, angst, heartfelt, crack 

artist!liu yangyang x heir!reader 

10.02k words.

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘, 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗠𝗣𝗦

⏰ PM ! [9:32 pm] [10:19 pm] [10:40 pm] [6:30 pm] [6:00 pm] [12:48 pm] [6:29 pm] [6:36 pm] [10:49 pm] [2:45 pm] [12:09 pm] [10:33 pm] [5:07 pm] [4:45 pm]

⏰ AM ! [11:26 am] [10:09 am] [5:35 am] [11:58 am]

𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗦, 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦

📐 SCHOOL BOYS | nct dream :: HEY YOU! yes you. do you hate school? good. because this is strictly for cool kids who hates school zone. oh, do you see what i see? it’s the dreamies making a club to revolt! interested? read more about us in https://schoolboys.com. ; ongoing

📐 MAGIC DUST | jaemin, jeno, and jisung :: a series that showcases three very special Philippine Mythology creatures: (1) diwata or fairies, (2) encanto or enchanted spirits, (3) sirena or mermaids. ; ongoing

📐 31 DAYS (and nights) WITH NA JAEMIN! | jaemin :: a mini series that consists of drabbles with your long time boyfriend, na jaemin. there will be the bad times, good times, especially sexy times but you both prefer to keep it private…unless.. ; ongoing

𝗪𝗘’𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠, 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗕𝗦

🖊 VALENTINES GONE WRONG? | application: closed :: ot23 members :: masterlist

#!¡ masterlist #! — hye’s masterlist

[honeyhuii]

Leather Jackets and Midnight Kisses

Neighbours Au, Highschool Au, Badboy Au, Best friends to Lovers

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Semi-mutual pinning

Pairing: Badboy!Jisung X Reader

Wordcount:12.1k+

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, mentions of food

Group Masterlist

There was a loud knock at your front door signalling that your best friend and neighbour was there to take you to school. “Come in Jisung,” you shout, running around trying to grab your items for the school day. Jisung opens the door and notices the frantic expression on your face. “Everything okay,” he asks, trying to stifle a laugh after watching you almost trip over your untied shoelaces. “No! I ended up staying up late trying to finish the homework that our English teacher assigned last minute. So, I woke up just a couple of minutes ago and trying to get everything quickly so we won’t be late,” you shove a piece of toast in your mouth, shoving Jisung out the front door,” Okay Ji, let’s go.”

Once you arrive at school and Jisung parks his car, you immediately hop out of the car, sprint to the school entrance, and hold the door open for Jisung. “Come on dude, we’re going to be late to first period if you keep walking slowly,” you say urgently, hoping Jisung will pick up the pace, “please hurry it up, unlike you, I actually wanna make it to class on time.” Jisung rolls his eyes and starts walking faster than his usual turtle pace. He finally makes it to the entrance of the school and looks at the clock. Shit, 3 minutes until class starts. Jisung grabs your hand and you look up at him in confusion. He starts sprinting down the hall dragging you with him, obviously missing the sign that says "No Running In The Halls". But, thanks to Jisung and his quick thinking, you make it to class on time.

Oh, crap. The words you scream into your head. “I forgot my homework,” you think to yourself as you’re searching through your backpack. The teacher just asked for you all to turn in your homework from yesterday. You must’ve forgotten to shove it in your backpack when you were scrambling around trying not to be late for school. Great, another reason for your teacher to yell at you and blame those friends of yours. Just because they’re a bunch of misfits and troublemakers. You’re friends with the infamous group of so-called bad boys, Dreamz. However, you think they're a bunch of idiots. Especially Jisung. But being friends with them does not mean that you're a misfit too. Honestly, they aren’t either. They're just misunderstood. That and they don’t really like going to school or doing homework, but they all have some amazing talents and are really intelligent when they apply themselves with those talents.

Take Mark Lee for an example, he’s the eldest and the leader of the pack. He looks mean, but when you get to know him, he turns into a big goofball and rapping genius. He can also write amazing songs.

Then there’s Huang Renjun, who has the voice of an angel and is a fantastic dancer. He’s also a master of sarcasm and has a talent for drawing.

Lee Jeno is someone who definitely looks the most intimidating in the group. Always wearing black and his infamous leather jacket with a bunch of 80s and 90s patches ironed on. He’s also the bulkiest member who looks ready to fight anyone who dares speak to him. However, once you actually speak to him and talk he turns into a puppy and has a knack for acting and can play the guitar. He recently started rapping with Mark and is really good.

The next member of Dreamz is someone you should be wary of, Lee Donghyuck or more commonly known as Haechan. He is infamous for his pranks on both staff and students. But besides his pranks, he’s really good at singing and absolutely loves to cuddle with his friends.

Na Jaemin. The flirt. The playboy. The mom friend. He loves all of the boys equally and definitely doesn't favour Jisung over anyone else in the group. He's known for taking care of the boys and looking out for everyone. He's introverted, but when it comes to his friends he's loud and completely crazy at times. He's the one you go to for advice when you need it.

We then have the second youngest of the group, Zhong Chenle. Or as you like to call him, dolphin because of loud dolphin-like-laugh and high pitched screams. He also has the voice of an angel and a talented pianist. He's also the only one you would trust to cook your food.

Lastly, your best friend and neighbour, Park Jisung. The youngest of the group and in your opinion, the cutest. You would trust him with your life. He’s a really talented dancer and is really good at soccer. However, he is the clumsiest person you’ve ever met. You could not go a day without seeing him trip once, but not like you're one to talk. You, yourself are pretty clumsy too.

“Y/N, where’s your homework,” Mrs Kim asked with her hands on her hips giving you one of her disappointing looks you usually didn’t receive.

“Uhm, I left it on my desk. I ended up staying up late working on the assignment along with some other homework, passed out on my desk and then woke up late. I promise it's done, so can I just bring it in on Monday,” you ask, fiddling with the pencil in your hand.

“Fine, since I know you usually turn your homework in on time, but you better turn it in on Monday as soon as you enter this class otherwise, you’ll fail the assignment,” Mrs Kim says, moving onto the next student who didn’t turn in their homework. You sigh with relief, you can still maintain your high grades.

“May I presume you haven’t done the assignment Jisung,” Mrs Kim asks, already getting ready to mark his assignment as an F.

“Actually, I did the assignment, Mrs Kim. Here,” Jisung says, handing her the completed assignment. The look of shock on the teacher's face was priceless. She quickly regained her bearings and frowned in disappointment. “Hm, I hope you did the assignment correctly, otherwise you just might fail my class. Just like the rest of your classes and your other troublemaker friends.” You notice a flash of shock and dejection appear on Jisung’s face. Suddenly, a thought occurred. You know just what to do.

The bell rang signalling it was lunchtime. You got out of your seat and went to your locker to grab your lunch. When you arrived at your locker, Jisung was already standing there scrolling on his phone waiting for your arrival. He looked up from his phone when he heard footsteps approach and smiled once he saw you.

“Hey, Ji forgot to make lunch again,” you ask while unlocking your locker to grab your food.

“Nah, I just love your cooking so much that I purposely forget my lunch,” Jisung replies, pocketing his phone, helping you put your school books away.

“I figured as much, which is why I made double portions this time. Also, there’s something I want to discuss with you and the other boys at lunch. It's kinda important,” you respond, closing your locker, “Alright let’s go to the roof.”

Jisung opens the door to the roof, holding it open. You step outside and feel a cool spring breeze blow through the air. You see the other boys of Dreamz already sitting by the tree eating their lunch. You and Jisung walk over to them and sit down in your designated spots. You open your lunch and offer Jisung a portion of your food. He gladly takes it and starts eating. “So, I wanted to discuss something kind of important with you. Is that okay with you,” you inquire, setting your food down and looking at the others. They nod their heads in response but continue to stuff their face with food.

“Well, Jisung handed in an assignment today which not only shocked me but the teacher as well. I'm kind of worried that you guys might not graduate on time and graduation wouldn't be the same if I didn't graduate with you guys. So, I want to help you out and maybe form a study group. I know that I don’t really have to worry about Renjun, but I care about you all. You don’t have to worry about going to college after, I just want to be able to graduate with my best friends,” you say hastily, picking up your food, avoiding their gazes.

“You’ve got a point Y/N and I agree. I want to graduate on time. It wouldn’t be very cool to have to be held back for another year. The only problem is everyone thinks we’re stupid and we don't know anything and only know how to cause problems. If we suddenly start passing in assignments and doing well on tests, the teachers will just assume that we cheated somehow,” Mark retorts, closing the lid of his lunch box.

“You can prove them wrong and show them that you are smart and not some dumb misfits. I’ll help you with that. We can study together every day at lunchtime or after school. Whichever works for you. If the teachers do say something about you cheating then show them how hard you’ve been studying. Please? Try it for a month and then if you don’t improve by then and show them that you want to graduate on time then you can quit and I’ll stop trying to get you guys to do your homework or study, okay,” you request with a pleading look. They all look up at you and one by one they all slowly nod their heads in agreement.

“Okay, I guess we can give it a shot and since the mid-finals are next month and if we don’t improve by then we’ll quit,” Jaemin replies with a soft smile having a soft spot for you.

“Well, when should we start? What time works for you,” you ask, getting excited to study with your friends.

“Tomorrow is Saturday, so why not then, maybe mid-afternoon since someone always wakes up late,” Renjun responds, throwing a knocking smirk in Haechan’s direction.

“HEY,” Haechan says angrily.

“What? You know it's true, don’t even try to deny it,” Chenle interjects, never stepping away from a chance to tease the older boys, especially Haechan.

“I’ll get you back for this,” Haechan threatens, “No one is safe, not even Y/N.” You giggle at his “warning” full well knowing he’ll never prank you, he’s tried, failed, and ended up pranking the teacher instead. It was hilarious. He hung a bucket of paint on the door, knowing your schedule and knowing you usually show up to your classes 5 minutes early. However, he didn’t plan on you walking to class speaking to the teacher, and instead of the bucket falling onto you, it fell on the teacher. He ended up getting a week's detention and community service for the month. After that, he’s never tried to prank you again.

The day was over, you headed out the school doors with Jisung following close behind. Since it was Friday, you and Jisung have a tradition to go get milkshakes after school to celebrate the weekend.

“Shall we do our usual or mix it up today,” you ask, opening up the car door and sitting in the passenger side.

“Hmm, I think we should stick to the usual plan, but maybe mix up the drinks. I feel like we should mix up the drinks since we’ve been getting the same ones for the past few years,” Jisung counters, starting the car and backing out of the school’s parking lot. You both listened to the radio and sang along to yours and his playlist. Occasionally, you’d sneak a glance over at him and notice how his eyes gleamed in the light and how they crinkle with glee. His smile was so pretty. Wait. What are you thinking? Snap out of it Y/N. Jisung is your best friend.

You arrived at the diner and went to your usual booth. The waitress walked over to you two and smiled knowingly. “Hello, guys. Here for your usual Friday milkshakes,” she asks, getting ready to write down your order.

“Actually, we wanted to try something new. Maybe get smoothies instead. I’ll take a strawberry smoothie and some fries. What do you want Y/N? Remember I’m paying this time since you paid the last three times, so you can get whatever you want,” Jisung replies, folding his menu and handing it to the waitress.

“Mmm, I’ll take a mango smoothie and fries as well,” you say, looking at the waitress, giving her the menu as well. The waitress nods and walks to the kitchen giving the cook your order. “So, are we going to take the food to our spot or eat them here,” you ask, turning your head to look at Jisung?

“Well, I was thinking we could eat our food here and then go hang out at our spot and relax before going home. Considering we won’t get to do our usual Saturday gameathon,” Jisung replies, shaking up the ketchup bottle, knowing that you always dip your fries in ketchup.

“Sounds like a plan. Are we going to pull our usual all-nighter tonight or are we going to have to move that to tomorrow night,” you question, taking a sip of your smoothie, enjoying how the sweet flavour filled your taste buds, making you smile with delight?

“Mmm, we probably won’t be able to do our all-nighter tonight, but we can still facetime until it gets late. I know how cranky you can get if you don’t get your usual 8 hours of sleep,” Jisung comments, munching on fries and then taking a sip of his strawberry smoothie. You nod your head in agreement, enjoying the time you are currently spending with Jisung.

After Jisung paid for the food and drinks, you headed to your usual spot. None of the other guys knew about this place and you’d like to keep it that way. It’s just yours and Jisung’s place, no one else’s. While walking to your spot, Jisung randomly grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. You look up at him in shock. Jisung hates skinship, yet here he is holding your hand. When you look up at him, you notice how he tries to avoid any and all eye contact with you. There was also a small pink blush spread across his face and his ears were red as a rose. Your face began to burn and quickly looked away. You can feel your heart rate slowly pick up as you continue heading to the tree while holding his soft warm hand.

You immediately laid down as soon as you reached your tree. When you and Jisung first found this place, you carved both yours and his name on the tree. Ever since then, you’ve been coming here every Friday once school was over and after milkshakes at the diner. Jisung laid down next to you, he gestured for you to lay your head on his shoulder and you obliged. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. You felt your heart rate pick up again. Stop it Y/n. He’s just being clingy because you won’t be able to do your gameathon.

You didn’t know how you fell asleep, but you did. Curled up in Jisung’s arms. His arms wrapped around your waist. Your face in the crook of his neck. And legs intertwined with each other. You were comfortable. However, your moment of comfort soon dissipated as Jisung slowly started to wake up.

“What time is it,” Jisung questions, noticing that the sun has started to set.

You shrug your shoulders and fish out your phone out of your back pocket. You realize that it wasn’t in your pocket, but laying on the grass beside you. “Around 6. We should probably head home,” you respond, getting up and wiping the grass off of your pants. You lend out a hand, helping Jisung get up. There was a comfortable silence that surrounded you and Jisung as you walked to his car. You secretly wished he would grab your hand and intertwine your fingers again. But Jisung is still shy when it comes to skinship. You should just enjoy that he held your hand once and let you cuddle with him. Though you don’t think he chose to cuddle that much with you. You both just fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms. Yeah, that's it. He didn’t mean to cuddle and it meant nothing. You and Jisung are just friends. But a part of you still secretly wished you were more, not that you would ever admit that to yourself.

You two arrived at the car and promptly entered, somewhat eager to get home. “Hey, are we still going to facetime after dinner like usual,” you ask, buckling in your seat belt? You plug your phone into the AUX cord and ask, “Late night road trip,’’ Jisung nods his head for both questions and you shuffle the playlist. Krnb beats fill the car’s silence and you hum along to the words. Unbeknownst to you, Jisung sneaks glances at every red light. He can’t help but admire you and the way your eyes sparkle in the streetlight. Or how you hum along to songs when you don’t know the words. Wait. Jisung? What are you thinking? Stop it. Y/n is just your best friend. Yeah, just a friend.

You waved to Jisung as you walked into your house as Jisung walked into his. You went up to your room and noticed that you did leave your English assignment on your desk. You immediately stuck it in your backpack and got out homework from other classes. You sat at your desk and began to work. After half an hour of homework, your phone started to ring. You didn’t have to check the caller ID to know who it was.

“Hey, Jisung! What’s up,” you ask, moving from your desk to your bed.

You hear rustling from the other side of the line. “Mmm, nothing much. Just kinda bored so I thought I’d call,” he replies, moving around even more.

“Jisung, what the hell are you doing,” you ask, kind of annoyed at the constant rustling, “why is there so much rustling.”

“Oh, I’m trying to get comfortable, but there are too many clothes on the bed so I’m trying to push them off,” he responds with more shuffling in the background.

“You know, you could just put them away, right’’ you say, rolling your eyes.

“Wow, why didn’t I think of that,” he retorts sarcastically, laughing at your eye roll and sigh, “Okay, okay. I’ll put away my clothes.” While Jisung was putting away his clothes you scrolled through your phone hoping your boredom and tiredness would go away. As you felt sleepier you plugged your phone in knowing you’d probably fall asleep.

“Hey, Jisung? I think I’m gonna go, I’m kinda tired,” you say with a yawn.

“Nooo, don’t go,” Jisung whines, “Pleaseee, I’m bored. At least talk to me until you fall asleep.” You sigh and nod your head. You and Jisung ended up talking for two hours straight about anything and everything. However, you ended up passing out in the middle of one of Jisung’s stories. It took Jisung about ten minutes to realize that you fell asleep in the middle of his retelling of the time Jaemin tripped and fell in front of a girl he was flirting with and how it was definitely not Haechans fault. He took his time to admire you and how pretty you looked while you slept. He secretly took screenshots and set his favourite one as his home screen. He eventually fell asleep too while still being on call with you.

You were currently getting ready to head over to Jisungs so you both can head over to the library for your study session with the boys. You hear a knock at your door and roll your eyes knowing it’s Jisung. At this point of your friendship, you don’t understand why he didn’t just walk in. “Come in,” you shout from your bedroom.

Jisung walks in, heads to your room and asks, “Hey Y/n, you ready yet?”

“Yeah, let me just get my shoes on then we can go. I was actually about to head over, but guess you got a little excited to study,” you reply with a giggle.

Jisung rolls his eyes and says, “Yeah, studying is what I’m excited about.”

You smile at Jisung’s response and grab your backpack, “Alright let’s go. The others are probably waiting for us.” Jisung nods and takes your backpack from you and heads out your door to his car.

You and Jisung arrived at the public library and walked in. You checked your phone to check the time and noticed that you had several texts from Chenle and Renjun saying that they couldn’t make it because Haechan got sick. Jisung got a similar text from Mark about Jeno, Huh. That’s weird. You look over at him with a confused face and ask, “Did you get an ominous message from the boys?”

“Yeah, Mark texted me saying he and Jeno weren’t going to be able to make it because something came up,” He replies, scratching his neck in confusion.

"Huh, I got a message from both Chenle and Renjun saying Haechan was sick. Well, I guess we can go home," you say, getting ready to walk back out when Jisung grabs your hand and stops you from leaving.

"Just 'cuz they can't make it doesn't mean I can't. I still want to study," Jisung pleads, ‘Please Y/n?”

You smile and say, “You seem really determined to study so let’s study.” You grab Jisung’s hand and head to one of the library tables. You take out your school books and homework. “Alright, let’s start with English and then we can work on History. I know you’ll want to work on math last, which I don’t blame you, I hate math as well. Anyways, turn to page 394 in your book so we can start reading," you say, opening your book to the page.

You started to tutor Jisung and help him with any questions he asked. You both ended up making a lot of progress and without you knowing, every once and a while Jisung would look over at you and stare at your lips while you were speaking. Your voice was so melodic to his ears. Huh? What? Stop thinking about this Jisung.

A few hours later you decided that you and Jisung deserved to end this study session after cramming your heads with English idioms, historical facts, and math equations. “How about we go and get some ice cream to celebrate the end of the first study session. Hopefully, the other boys will be able to join us next time. I mean they’ll have to if they want to actually pass the exam,” you say with a sigh, somewhat disappointed that the study session ended so quickly.

You spend a lot of time with Jisung, but he’s never been so enthusiastic to study and so you found yourself enjoying your time with Jisung while you studied together. “Alright Ji, since you are the only one who showed up and actually studies, I’m going to take you out for ice cream. Obviously, you’ll have to drive so you can pick the place,” you say, grabbings Jisung’s hand for what seems to be the third time of the day and pulling him out of the library and to his car. You really hope he doesn’t know how sweaty your palms are and how your heart rate seems to speed up again. But you fail to realize that Jisung’s hand seems to be just as sweaty and his heart rate seems to be just as quick.

Once at the ice cream parlour you get Jisung two scoops of his favourite flavour and two scoops of yours. You both sit down outside enjoying the afternoon breeze. You and Jisung sat in silence while eating your ice cream. It was a comfortable silence that soon filled with laughter when you noticed Jisung had ice cream smeared on his face. “Ji, you’ve got some ice cream on your face right here,” you say, pointing to the ice cream spot. He wipes the corner of his mouth but misses the spot so you lean over and wipe it for him. When you are so close to him, you get a little distracted by his plump pink lips. You desperately wanted to push your lips onto his. Run your hands through his soft hair as you kiss. Ugh, you really needed to stop thinking like this. Jisung is just a friend.

“Uhm, Y/n,” Jisung says looking deeply into your eyes, “Everything okay?” You quickly back away soon realizing you’d been staring at his lips for a little too long.

A blush spreads across your face, you look away and reply, “Ah, sorry. I got a bit distracted.” Jisung nods and looks away too with a blush slowly creeping up on the back of his neck.

The car ride home was silent. Only soft Krnb played in the background. You weren't sure if it was awkward after you stared at Jisung or if you made him uncomfortable. “Hey Ji, sorry for earlier. I hope I didn’t make it awkward or uncomfortable. My mind really did just wander,” you utter.

“Don’t worry Y/n. I get that my face is so pretty you can easily get distracted,” he replies with a smug smirk upon his pretty pink lips. Which caused you to roll your eyes with a small smile. His joke helped calm down your anxiety. You both started to sing along when your favourite song came on

You couldn’t believe it was already your last study session with the boys. They’ve made so much progress. Even Haechan is quite brilliant when he isn’t goofing around and is actually focusing. You really think they’re going to pass the exam. “Alright guys, since this is going to be our last study session, I have a proposition for you. If you all focus on studying today, I’ll take you to the fair and pay for whatever you want as a celebration for doing so well. Seriously, guys, I’m really proud of you,” you say with excitement. They all look over at you and they share your excitement.

“Wait. Really,” Chenle asks, getting really excited.

You smile over at him and nod your head, “Yup, after we finish studying we’re going to go.”

“Wow, you’re the best Y/n,” Renjun says with a smile.

Mark ruffles your hair with a smile. They all love you and are really grateful to have someone like you in their lives. If it wasn’t for you, they wouldn’t be here, at the library studying for the upcoming exam. They all look at you with love and admiration in their eyes. They couldn’t believe that someone so smart and kind would help someone like them. They were known as misfits and troublemakers. The stupid kids. Kids who had nothing going for them. So many people didn’t see the potential they had in life. But you did. When Jisung first introduced you to them, they were hesitant to accept you, but they all started to accept you little by little. And now they couldn’t imagine life without you.

“Alright, guys. Here are your tickets, now which ride should we go on first or should we do some games first,” you ask, handing everyone their tickets, “Should we go together as a group or split up in teams?”

“I think teams so it’s not too crowded. How about Haechan, Renjun, and Jeno with me as a group? That leaves Chenle, Jaemin, Jisung and Y/n. We should meet back here at 5 to have dinner and then go back to the fair until closing. Sound like a plan,” Mark replies looking over at the others seeing their response to his proposition.

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” Jaemin says, nodding his head in agreement. Renjun looks a little dejected at the announcement of the teams which goes unnoticed by the others as they all quickly agree.

You four split off from the others, walked away from the rides, and walked towards the fair games. Though that statement is somewhat untrue as most people know that games at fairs, carnivals, and amusement parks aren’t really known to be fair. But people still spend a lot of money trying to win those giant prizes. You couldn’t blame them though, a lot of those plushies were really cute plus it was a lot of fun to play those games and attempt to win one of the big prizes and not a small fish.

You guys were currently discussing what game you should play first. Jaemin and yourself wanted to play darts while Chenle and Jisung wanted to do the water gun game. When you guys were playing rock paper scissors to decide what game you should play first, every round ended up in a tie. So, you guys decided to go to whatever game is closer. Which happened to be Jisung and Chenle’s game.

While walking to the game you all placed bets on who would win 1st. The person in the last place would have to pay for funnel cake. As you continued walking towards the game and kept discussing the bet and putting rules in place so it would all be fair and no one could cheat, you noticed that Jisung had been rather quiet. You swiftly move towards him. “Hey Ji. Everything okay,” you look up at him, “You’ve been rather quiet today.”

He looks over at you and nods, “Yeah, don’t worry. I’m just enjoying the breeze and you guys placing bets when you know I’m going to win.” He gives you a smirk when you roll your eyes at his comment.

“Haha, so funny. You should know by now that I’M going to kick your ass.”

“Fine, how about a bet between us two. I win, I’ll get you food and if you win you have to get me food.”

You nod, you're thinking about it for a second, “Hmm, okay. That sounds like a deal.’’

What you and Jisung failed to realize was that both Chenle and Jaemin quietly slipped away from you two while you were immersed in your conversation. Both yours and Jisung’s phone buzzed. You looked at your phone: Three New Messages from Nana.

Nana

Now's your chance y/n.

Make your move.

And enjoy your date ;)

You sigh. You can’t believe both Chenle and Jaemin left you and Jisung...alone. Great.

When Jisung looked at his phone he noticed he had five new messages from Chenle. Huh?

Lele The Dolphin

Jisung, you better make a fucking move.

Jaemin and I have given you the perfect opportunity to make a move.

So you better do it.

Also, enjoy your date.

Now kiss the girl so I can stop hearing you whine about her.

Jisung didn’t know how to react to Chenle’s message. He was going to tell you about it but he thought it might’ve been a bit awkward since Chenle was suggesting it was a date.

But what Jisung didn’t know was that you were in the same predicament with Jaemin’s message.

"Ji, I think they ditched us. What should we do then,” you look up at him, ‘Should we just continue on with our bet?”

“Um, why not? I don’t think they’re going to come back any time soon.”

You and Jisung continued walking to the water gun game. Every once and a while your fingers would brush and you would feel a jolt of electricity run through you. Butterflies would flutter through your stomach and your face would turn red. To anyone who looked at you two they would think you were a couple. But to you and Jisung? You were just two friends hanging out and whose friends thought they liked each other. Crazy right? That’s what you were thinking.

You and Jisung sat at the game after paying for the round. You look over at him with a confident smirk while he’s doing the same to you. The bell signals and the game is on. You aim for the centre of the clown’s mouth. Your balloon was filling faster than Jisung. A confident smirk creeps up on your face. Your victory will soon reign through and Jisung will buy you cotton candy. You regain your concentration after staring at Jisung for 0.5 seconds. A balloon pops. The bell rings signalling a winner. You...you lost?

"YES," Jisung screams in victory. He has a giant grin plastered to his. He looks so happy. You look over at him with a shocked face. Upon seeing Jisung look extremely happy, you start to smile along with him.

“Alright, Jisung, since you won, I’ll buy you food,” you say, admitting defeat.

The carny handed Jisung a medium-sized plushie for winning the game. Jisung smiled and handed you the plushie, “Here take this as compensation for paying for the fair today.”

You smiled in return and accepted the plushie happily, “Thanks, Ji. Now, what do you want for your prize.” Please say kiss, pleaseee say kiss. Ugh, shut up brain.

“Mm, how ‘bout cotton candy as a snack,” he replies, noticing others around him who had bags of the sweet fairy floss.

You grin excitedly, “I’m totally okay with that.”

You grab Jisung's hand and drag him to the food vendor that was selling your sugar high inducing candy. As you walked to the vendor’s hand in hand, thoughts raced through your mind. And every once in a while your heart would skip a beat when Jisung would squeeze your hand.

Once you arrive at the vendor who sells cotton candy, you immediately got in line. You were waiting to order and pay for the delicious treat, while Jisung sat on a bench and scrolled through his phone. You secretly started to take pictures of him. He just looked so cute. You then notice a girl around your age walk up to Jisung and sit next to him. Huh? Who the fuck is this? She strikes up a conversation with him and he laughs at the things she said. What’s going on? You don’t know why, but your heart felt like it would shatter right then and there. Knowing that someone so attractive could easily flirt with Jisung and make him laugh. Why? Why does it hurt watching him laugh and smile at someone that wasn’t you? You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. Not in front of all of these people. So, you hold back your tears and order the food otherwise Jisung might wonder where you were.

Jisung has never felt more uncomfortable than at that moment. Who was this girl? He didn’t know. Why was she talking to him? Is she flirting with him? What the fuck is going on? He didn’t know how to react or respond so he just laughed and smiled acting like he knew what was happening.

“So, I don’t usually do this, but I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

“Uhm, sorry but I have a girlfriend already,” Jisung shifts on the bench feeling awkward.

The girl scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Sure you do. I know I may seem a little intimidating, but I really want to ask you on a date. So please give me your number.”

The girl flashes Jisung a flirty smile, but he still refuses to give her his number. Luckily, you came back in time with the cotton candy.

“Hey Ji. Who’s this,” you ask, walking up to them.

"Uhm I don't know. She just kinda came up to me while you were getting the food.”

The girl rolls her eyes again, “Who are you? I’m trying to get his number.”

“I’m his-” you start.

“Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. You know, the one I was telling you about,” He cuts you off and gives you a look telling you to go along with it.

“Yeah, he's my boyfriend,” your heart flutters at the statement, wishing it was true.

The girl rolls her eyes for the third time, gets up, and walks away.

Jisung released a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He looks over at you and smiles.

“Thanks, Y/n. She wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Of course Jisung. Now, should we enjoy our cotton candy and then continue on with our day?”

He nods and you hand him the delicious melted sugar. You both enjoy the treat while talking about what to do next.

You and Jisung met up with the other boys at the ticket stand and started to debate what you should eat for dinner. Some wanted to eat fried chicken and others wanted to eat cheeseburgers. You on the other hand wanted nachos and a pretzel.

“Maybe we can each get what we want. I’ll hand you guys each money and you can get what you want and then we can meet up here and each together? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m craving nachos and a pretzel,” you pull out your wallet.

"That sounds like a great idea! I was actually craving for that too," Jisung says with a big smile making his cheekbones show.

Everyone else nods their head in agreement and you hand them each a respective amount to get them food, dessert, snacks, and a drink. While everyone else split off into other directions, leaving you and Jisung alone once again. You had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time you would be alone with him tonight.

"You know what sounds good? Adding chilli to the nachos," you get excited thinking about the spicy taste it'll bring alongside the nacho cheese with the savoury chips. Your mouth watered at the thought of squeezing a packet of mustard on your salted pretzel. You were so hungry, you couldn't wait to get your food and devour it. You saw the look on Jisung's face and you knew he couldn't agree more. "I guess nachos with chilli cheese and a pretzel with mustard."

"Did you say mustard," Jisung whips his head, looking over at you with a shocked face?

"Yeah? You don't usually put mustard on your pretzels," you ask, slightly confused.

"No, I dip them in nacho cheese."

"Huh, never had that. I'll try it with the cheese and you should try it with mustard. It really adds to the taste of the salty pretzel."

“Mmm, that sounds like a good idea.”

Once you and Jisung got your nachos, pretzels, and some drinks you headed back to the meeting spot. You see the others with their various choices for food. You see Chenle with a corn dog, french fries, funnel cake, and a slushie.

“Lele, I thought you wanted a cheeseburger,” you ask, stifling a laugh.

“Well, I was agreeing with them because it would be easier, but since you suggested that we get what we’re craving so I got what I was craving,” he responds looking away.

“Don’t worry, I ended up getting chilli on my nachos and Ji inspired me to try cheese with my pretzel instead of mustard,” you smile.

“Wait, you eat pretzels with cheese,” Renjun asks looking over at Jisung.

“You don’t,” Jaemin says, looking over at Renjun.

You all laugh at the stupidity of the conversation and continue talking while eating your dinner. You're really glad that you and the rest of the boys took this break after working so hard to study. You look over at the others with pure glee and a smile that won’t leave your face. You continue laughing with the others and enjoying your night.

You and the others finished eating and now you can continue enjoying the fair. Since it was getting dark, you thought it would be a perfect time to go on the Ferris wheel to look at the sunset at the top. The way the blue sky slowly dissipates and goes from a light blue to an orangy and magenta hue. It would be quite the sight to witness it with Jisung. Yeah, it would be amazing and kind of romantic.

Everyone in the group starts to leave and continue enjoying the fair. Jaemin and Chenle decided to ditch you and JIsung again. “Do you want to ride the Ferris Wheel,” you ask, trying to be casual about it?

Jisung blushes at the thought of such a romantic moment with you. Alone. At the top. When the sun is setting. His heart raced at the thought of being so close to you. Wait. He’s afraid of heights. “No, no, no. I would love to but I am terrified of heights.”

You try not to show your disappointment. You smile slightly, “That’s okay. I can just go by myself.”

“I’ll watch from here and take pics, okay?”

You nod and walk away to wait in line. As you scroll on your phone, Jisung admires your cute pouty look and starts to take pictures of you without your knowledge. He has a smile on his face and if anyone looked at him, could tell he was in love.

It was your turn to ride the Ferris Wheel. You sat down getting ready to enjoy the beautiful sunset, even if you were by yourself, you’ll enjoy this moment. The ride operator looks over at you and notices that you were alone.

“Are you alone,” he asks?

You sheepishly nod your head yes.

“Lone rider here! Does anyone want to come sit next to this beautiful young lady,” the operator shouts, gathering the attention of everyone around. You look away slightly embarrassed and with a blush slowly spreading across your face. But then a teenage boy around your age steps forward. He’s very attractive. He has a skaterboy aesthetic to him. His hair is dyed blonde and he’s got a smirk on his face. He seems to be cocky, but it looks attractive on him.

Jisung did not like the look of this boy. He might sweep you off your feet. He had to do something. So, with a bold step, he walked forward before the other guy could say anything, “Can I sit by you?” He looks at you with an unknown look in his eyes. Maybe determination? Love? Jealousy?

You look up at him in surprise. “Jisung? Uh...Yeah...Sure.” He smiles and rushes over to sit next to you. “I thought you were afraid of heights?” You look over and smirk slightly.

“Uh, I am. But I’d rather ride with you than some random stranger.”

You laugh, ”Were you jealous Ji?”

“No way. Why would I be jealous?”

The ride starts moving and silence washes over the both of you. It was a comfortable silence. You haven’t been this close to him in a while. Your fingers keep brushing together and there is a soft breeze blowing through your hair. Maybe you should thread your fingers with his. But you didn’t have to. Jisung was thinking the same thing and he lightly took your hand into his and intertwined your fingers with his. He gently squeezed your hand and with a soft smile present on his face, he looked over at you with nothing but pure love and admiration. You mirrored his look. A soft smile graced your lips and as if a magnet pulled you two closer. Your eyes locked with one another. And as you reach the top of the Ferris wheel and stopped. You take in the scenery. If this was your first date, it would be absolutely perfect. Romantic scenery and with the boy you love. Absolutely perfect.

Jisung looks at you with a soft look and whispers, “Uhm, can I kiss you?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. That's all it took for Jisung to close the gap between you two. His lips and yours moulded together perfectly, like the final piece of a puzzle. His lips tasted salty from the pretzel you two shared later that evening. It was kind of sloppy for your first kiss, but it still felt magical and left you both breathless. And as you separated from each other you couldn’t help but chase his lips wanting the kiss to not be over. You pull away as the ride starts moving again. You look away from each other with a visible red hue spreading across your faces. You can’t believe you just kissed your best friend. You can’t believe that you loved it. But most importantly, you can’t believe you’re in love with Park Jisung. Your idiot of a best friend. But you are completely, hopelessly, in love with him. You realized it the moment your lips met. Oh no. What are you going to do now?

It was Monday again. You hadn’t seen Jisung since you and he kissed that night. He hasn’t messaged you, but you haven’t made an effort to reach out to him either. You really hope you didn’t mess things up between you two. Not only do you have to be in the same car as Jisung, but it was also the day of the mid-exam. You were nervous, not only for yourself but for the others as well. You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Your phone’s notification sound went off, signalling that Jisung was probably outside waiting for you. Why he didn’t walk in, left you beyond confused. But that didn’t matter, at least he was texting again. Your phone goes off again. You roll your eyes at Jisung’s impatience and walked out the door. In your driveway, you see Jisung leaning up against his car in his usual “bad boy” outfit and his signature leather jacket. He’s scrolling through his phone with a bored loo, but once he hears your front door being shut and see you locking it, his face goes from a bored one to a soft and gentle one.

“Hey. Hope you haven’t had breakfast yet. I picked up your favourite from Hello Future Diner,” Jisung walks towards the passenger side of the car and opens the door for you. He then gives you the bag of food.

“I didn’t have time, thanks, Ji,” you smile, feeling a bit shy.

You didn’t expect Jisung to be this affectionate towards you. He backs out of your driveway, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with yours. His thumb softly caressing your knuckles. You’ve never felt happier than at this moment.

Your heartbeat thumped faster as the clock ticked down. You were nervous, to say the least. You were in the middle of your mid-exam for the last class of the day and you were not focusing on your test. Nope. Instead, you were thinking of your best friend. And the way his hair fell over his eyes. His face scrunched up in concentration as he chewed on his bottom lip. He looked so cute. His eyes lit up once he figured out the answer and he started to write his answer. Stop it. You can’t do this right now. Focus Y/n, focus. You snap back to your test and quickly start writing answers.

The bell rings signalling the end of your day and that the hell of testing has finally finished. You shoved your books and pencils into your backpack. Jisung walks up to you and quietly waits for you to finish. He takes your bag before you can pick it up and drape it onto your shoulder. You watch him take it from you and sling it onto his. You roll your eyes and take his hand into yours. “Alright Ji, now we wait until Thursday for them to give us back our exam scores. I know you guys did great."

You and Jisung walk out of the classroom door hand in hand. A lot of people have been speculating whether or not Jisung finally asked you and if you were finally dating. Sadly, you were still friends. Maybe you should take it into your own hands and ask him to be yours.

"So, what are your plans? Since exams are over and the teachers didn't assign any homework," Jisung asks, swinging your hands as you walk.

“Mmm, not sure. What about you?” You push open the school entrance door and walk out.

“I’m not sure either.” He unlocks the car and opens the door for you.

You enter the passenger seat and buckle in, “Well, do you wanna have a gameathon? Not all night obviously, but for a couple of hours and then we can order pizza for dinner.”

“Sure, but I call dibs on picking the first game we play,” he pulls out of the parking lot and heads for your house.

“You sir, got yourself a deal.”

You and Jisung walk into your house and slip off your shoes. You both greet your mom and head upstairs to your room. You and Jisung decided to leave your backpacks in his car since you won’t really be needing them. You boot up your game console and toss Jisung a controller.

“Alright, Ji. Pick the first game.”

He sits down and you sit down next to him. But that’s not where he wanted you to sit, so he pulled you closer to him and pats the spot in front of him gesturing that you sit between his legs. You roll your eyes and move to sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. He rests his chin on your shoulder and he kisses your cheek. He clicks on Mario Kart and the music plays through your tv. You both choose your characters and choose a cup to start off with.

Throughout the entire first map, Jisung kept kissing you on the cheek and hugging you tighter every time you got in the lead as a way to distract you. You hate to admit it but it worked. Now that it was your turn to pick the cup. You picked the crossing cup and grinned. You were really good at all the maps that were in this cup. However, you had to get revenge on Jisung for distracting you. So, when he got in first place and you were unable to take first place back, you turned around and kissed him on his slightly chapped lips. It only lasted for a quick second, but it did the trick in distracting him. He sat there frozen. He can still feel your lips on his as if they were still present. He brings his hand up to his lips lightly touching them. He then takes your controller out of your hand, you were about to protest because you were about to win but he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. It lasted for about five seconds, but you still felt fireworks. But you couldn’t get enough, so you wrapped your arms around your neck and pulled his lips to yours again. He wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you into his chest. You run your hands through his hair, slightly tugging on the strands on the back of his neck. And once you pull away from him, you both have the biggest grins. You peck his lips and cuddle back into his arms and decide to stop playing games and instead put on a movie.

It was Thursday, meaning you were finally going to get your mid-exam back and see what you scored. You’re really hoping you did really well, as well as the boys. You sigh, you can feel the nervousness surround you as the first teacher of the day hands you back your exam. You flip it over and notice that you got 90%. You grin and show Jisung your score. He smiles in return and shows you his. He got a 95…You were so proud of him. You couldn’t believe it, you want to hug and kiss him. But that’ll have to wait.

You sigh in relief, the anxiety and nervousness finally leaving your body as you receive your last exam. You passed all of them and so did the other boys. You were so proud of them. So, when Jisung suggested that the eight of you go to Hello Future Diner and get celebratory milkshakes early, you did not disagree. You and Jisung ride in one car and the boys are in another. Jisung holds your hand while telling you how proud of is of both you and himself. He has the widest smile stretched across his lips and when he looks over at you, he can see that you have a matching grin and he just shows pure love and fondness in his eyes.

“So, I’m throwing a party at my place Saturday night to celebrate all of us passing and us finally getting our shit together so we can graduate,” Haechan announces abruptly.

You take a sip of your milkshake, “That sounds like a great idea. I could use a day to get loose and have some fun.”

The others nod in agreement. “Yeah, I totally agree. I could let loose and flirt with some girls,” Jaemin says with a smirk. You roll your eyes at his comment with a smile.

“Wait isn’t that the day of our gameathon,” Jisung looks over at you.

“Oh yeahh. Well, we can always start the day with our gameathon, get ready at my house, since we’ll be there anyway, and then we can go to Hyuck’s house,” you reply, grabbing a fry and dipping it in ketchup.

“That sounds like a plan,” Jisung nods, stealing a fry from you.

“Hey, Y/n you have ketchup right here,” Renjun points to the lower right corner of your mouth. You couldn’t seem to find the spot he was talking about so he rolled his eyes and leaned over the table. He wiped the ketchup off with his thumb

It was Saturday evening and you were getting ready with Jisung for Haechan’s party. You're currently applying a new flavour of chapstick. Jisung is currently sitting on your bed scrolling through his phone. When he looks up, “is that a new chapstick flavour can I try it? I wanna have a taste.”

“Sure, it's strawberry” you reply walking over to Jisung to hand him the tube of chapstick, but instead he grabs your face and pulls your lips to his kissing you on the lips. " Idiot, I was going to give you the chapstick," you respond breathlessly, pulling away from him.

Jisungs face goes completely red and looks away shyly. "Oh.."

You and Jisung make your way into Haechan’s house, slowly making your way through the crowd, hand in hand trying not to get lost in the sea of people. Jisung has a vice grip on your hand trying to not let go, however, apparently it wasn’t tight enough because soon enough Jisung’s hand felt light and he turned to see if you were still there. You weren’t. Panic surged through his body. Where the hell did you go? He kept walking through various people, some dancing and others just talking, but he couldn’t see you no matter where he went. He was shouting your name, but it was probably pointless because of the heavy bass of the music. But what he didn’t expect in his search to find you, was the girl from the fair to come up to him and start flirting with him.

How could you not find Jisung? He was as tall as a tree. He should be easy to spot. Yet here you were struggling to find the tree. You kept dodging and weaving your way through the crowd. Then you finally see him, but what you didn’t expect was to see another girl clinging to him. It was the same girl from the fair. She was currently trying to kiss his cheek. What the hell? Does he like her? Jealousy fills every fibre of your body, you could not just stand here and watch another girl cling onto Jisung. You march over to them with steam coming out of your ears. Jisung sees you walking towards him and his face lights up.

“Hey, Jisung,” you say trying to bite back a snarl.

Jisung could tell something was wrong. He could hear the venom dripping from your tongue. He panics, did something happen to you when he wasn’t near? He could see you glaring daggers at the girl. He could tell you were holding back an immeasurable amount of anger.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Haven’t we told you that he’s taken? And here I am bitch seeing you clinging to MY boyfriend,” you were fuming.

“Well, then you obviously don’t care about him enough if he was here by himself. I bet you were flirting with another guy. You seem like the type to jump from guy to guy,” you could see the anger in her eyes as she said those words.

“Don’t make me laugh. You’re one to talk, considering you’re here flirting with a taken man. And didn’t I see you flirting with Jaemin the other day? Oh yeah, I also remember Mark telling me about this cute girl that was flirting with him. I’m pretty sure Renjun said the same thing. You see, you don’t want Jisung purely because you see how much of a great guy he is. No, you want him just to be able to brag and say that you were able to bag all of the Dreamz. You know how I know? Because there are so many girls that are just like you, but they always fail. As they should because you don’t deserve the greatness that any of the boys would give you. You wouldn’t appreciate any of them,” a crowd started to gather as you continued to go off on the girl.

“You want to know what you’re a failure at? Not caring enough about him that you would leave him alone several times. Or did you seem to forget that this isn’t the first time I talked to him? Oh, wait most of the time you weren’t there. Guess I can safely say you don’t deserve him, let alone any of them. Do you know why? Because you’re a pathetic loser who lives off of trying to seem like a goodie-two-shoes, but deep down inside? Is actually a bitch who’s scared of not being liked,” the girl bites back.

That was the final thread cut. You were seeing red and the next thing you knew was your first was hurling towards the girls face, but before you could land a hit, Jisung pulls you away from her and whispers, “Babe, she’s not worth it. Come on, let’s get you a drink to cool off.”

Jisung threads his fingers with yours and pulls you away from the almost fight scene. He kisses your head once you arrived in the kitchen. He pulls you into a hug and rests his head on yours. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and breathe in the scent of his cologne. The soothing scent begins to calm your anger and you can feel it seep out of your veins.

“Y/n, don’t listen to her. You’re not a pathetic loser nor are you hiding behind a facade,” he takes your face in his hands and gives you a quick kiss, “I promise that you’re the only one that I care about besides the boys.” He gives you another quick kiss again. You feel tears prick your eyes and you can feel the love he’s giving you as he wipes your tears. “Let’s go find the boys, okay?” You nod and go search for the others.

"I think I'm in love with you," you say, staring into Jisung’s eyes, half hoping he heard you and half hoping he didn’t. The others left a few minutes ago, getting whisked away on the dance floor. You thought you should use this opportunity to finally confess to Jisung about how you feel.

"This place is so loud, what did you say," Jisung asks, looking down at you, slightly leaning over. Or not.

"I said I think I'm gonna go get some more juice. Do you want some,” you reply looking down into your red solo cup noticing that it was almost empty. Your one shot to confessing is blown by this stupid party. Not only did you almost get in a fight, but you also failed at confessing. Now your kind of wishing that you and Jisung stayed at your house playing video games. Well, it’s too late now.

After you tried to confess to Jisung a few weeks back and it went horribly wrong, it got you thinking. How does Jisung view you? You were currently cuddled next to Jisung, hanging out at your spot with a warm breeze blowing through your hair.

“Am I really just your friend,” you ask looking up at him

"Well your best friend, why?" Jisung replies, blowing a strand of hair out of his face.

“No reason,” you reply, staring at his gorgeous face. Studying each feature. He has his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the softness of the grass. He’s so kind. Despite what people say about Dreamz. They all are, but he seems to be the sweetest. You’re so in love with your best friend. Man..you’re screwed.

It’s been months since the party and the line between friends and lovers have only gotten blurrier. To be honest, you didn’t know what you were. Neither of you established whether you were just friends or if you were more. However, right now you were in the middle of arguing with Jisung. He went on a date with someone from school and ended up forgetting about your already made plans to hang out. And truthfully speaking you were tired of being in the unknown. He does all these things that make seem like he returns your feelings but then goes on a date with some random girl from school. You decided enough was enough and you confronted him. But it didn’t turn out the way you hoped it would...

“Sometimes I don’t understand you Jisung. Sometimes you treat me like I’m your best friend and other times you treat me like someone you never want to let go of. I just don’t understand why you would do this. I get that we weren’t actually dating, but you completely ditched me. You went on a date with someone else when you were supposed to hang out with me. You forgot about me, “ You convey, with tears falling like a silent voice that drips like raindrops, "I want to be more than friends because I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since you first moved next door...It took me forever to realize how I feel about you. But once I did, it made so much sense. It’s always been you and it only ever will be."

"I don’t love you the way you love me. I don’t think I ever will. I’m sorry I forgot about you and I’m sorry that I just can’t love you the way you do. Maybe it’s best if we spend some time apart from each other. ” Jisung looks away from your face. He can’t handle watching you cry because of him.

“What? Then what about all the kisses and hugs and small gestures? What about literally everything these past few months? This is what I don’t understand. Was it all a game to you? Some sick joke? Lead on your so-called best friend and then completely break my heart,” you question. You could just feel your heart break into pieces. Jisung, the boy you thought was a sweetheart turned to be the devil in disguise. You couldn’t believe the boy you’ve known for so long would turn out to be like this. What’s even worse is that you can’t believe everyone else turned out to be right. Never trust the infamous members of Dreamz because with that, they will break you.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. He could feel the tears begin to well up in his eyes. He can’t cry in front of you, he can’t show you how hurt he is.

“Save your sorry’s for someone who cares because I’m done. As of now, our friendship is over. If you see me in the halls and classrooms don’t talk to me, better yet, pretend we never knew each other. Do what you do best, forget about me,” you retort with venom lacing every word. You were trying to put on a facade, acting like he didn’t just completely shatter you.

He tried to say something in return, but you cut him off, “Just go Park Jisung.”

He nodded slowly and grabbed his things. As he was walking out the door, he took one last glance at you. He could see the tears stream down your face. He could tell you were holding back from the way you gritted your teeth and clenched your fist. His heart shattered when he could hear a choked sob through your closed door. If only you knew he had a reason for hurting you like this.

Months passed since your fallout with Jisung happened. You and Renjun have gotten closer ever since you stopped talking to Jisung. He drives you to school, hangs out at your house, eats with you at lunch, and studies with you. You still miss Jisung, but Renjun has made it easier for you. He does everything in his power to attempt to cheer you up and forget about Jisung.

The other boys were confused, to say the least. They have no idea what happened between you and Jisung. Neither you nor Jisung has told them anything about why you suddenly stopped hanging out with them both at lunch and all together. And Jaemin? He was beyond frustrated with you two. He could see the longing looks you would give each other. He decided that he was going to finally confront Jisung and get answers. So, he pulls him aside at lunch.

“Jisung, what the hell happened between you and Y/n,” Jaemin interrogates, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jisung turns away from him.

“Dude, you need to talk to us or at least me. You can’t keep closing yourself off from us. Not only did y/n stop talking to us, but so did Renjun. We’re all confused as to what happened and it’s okay if you don’t want to tell us all, but at least talk to one of us,” Jaemin walks over to Jisung and pats him on the shoulder.

Jisung sighs, “Fine, I’ll talk. Y/n confessed to me.”

“That’s great! I don’t see how that would cause you to stop talking though.”

“I rejected her.”

“What? Why? To be honest, a lot of people already assumed you two were together.”

“Because...I can’t betray my friendship with Renjun. Right before the fair, he confessed and told me that he liked her. He wanted my help. I felt like an asshole after she confessed to me. I honestly didn’t even realize how much of a boyfriend I was acting towards her. I probably looked like a terrible friend to Renjun and like I didn’t care about his feelings. He trusted me and confided in me and I totally betrayed him.” Tears start slipping down his face, he holds his face in his hands. Jaemin hugs Jisung, rubbing his back to stop him from crying.

“Jisung, no offence, but you’re a dumbass.”

“Gee thanks,” he sniffles.

“I mean it in the nicest way possible, but you seriously messed up. I get that you care about your friendship with Renjun, but what about your friendship with y/n? Isn’t that just important? Also Jisung, she likes you, not Renjun. She confessed to you. Not Renjun. And guess what? You like her too. If Renjun is understanding, which he is, he would understand that you would want to be with her. You should talk to them both.”

She told me that she wanted me to never talk to her again. To pretend like I never knew her.”

“If you talk to Renjun then have him talk to her and tell her that you need to talk to her. Just try. Do you really want to graduate high school without your best friend and knowing you could’ve tried to fix it,” Jisung shakes his head no, “Then go talk to them.”

Jisung was nervous. Renjun sat in front of him with a bored expression. Jisung nervously took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat. “Uhm, so. I wanted to tell you that I like y/n...no, I love her.’’

“Is that all?”

“No...I also want to say I’m sorry for betraying your trust and for everything.”

“Jisung, if you just told me that you liked her, this all could’ve been avoided. After the fair and seeing you guys being cute and romantic with each other made me realize that I didn’t like her the way you do. I only think of her as a younger sister that I want to protect. And even now, when you guys stopped talking. I didn’t want her to feel alone, so I left with her.”

“I know I should’ve told you, but I just didn’t want to seem like an asshole, then I ended up being one in the end. But please, can you help me talk to her. I just want to apologize and tell her the truth. I’m not evening going to ask for a second chance.”

Renjun sighs, deeply thinking about whether he should trust him with her heart. But one glance into Jisung’s eyes, he can see the desperation and pleading that he gives in. So, reluctantly he nods his head, “Fine. Okay. But, this is the last chance. If she doesn’t want to talk to you, then that’s that. I don’t want to force her into any uncomfortable situations.”

Jisung grins, Yes sir!”

It was a particularly cold evening. You and Jisung were currently on the roof of his house staring up at the stars. You have his leather jacket wrapped around your shoulders. If it wasn’t for Renjun, he wouldn’t be here talking to you. He has to tell you the truth otherwise it might be too late.

Jisung looks over at you, “I lied to you and I know I should’ve just told you the truth, but I just didn’t want to hurt my friend so I said that I didn’t feel the same and pushed you away, but I ended up hurting you in the process of trying to protect Renjun. I even went on a date with that girl to try to forget about my feelings. But I just couldn’t get you out of my head and I’m really sorry Y/n for the way I treated you. I love you...I love you so much.” Tears gently fall from his face.

You’ve never seen Jisung cry like this before. You wipe the fallen tears and softly caress his face. “Ji, it’s okay. I understand. I love you too,” you reply as a smile graced your lips.

You grab his face and pull him closer to you closing the gap between you. Your lips onto his. They mould together perfectly. You move your lips with his in sync. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer. You thread your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on the strands of his hair. You both pull away from each other slightly out of breath. You giggle noticing Jisung’s slightly messed up hair. Jisung gently rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes and softly says with a crack in his voice, “I missed you...a lot.” He smiles and kisses you again. You happily kiss back, only having to pull away for air. “Thanks for giving me a second chance to do it right this time.”

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haechan: the cocky | vol 1

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :) 

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: oral, voyeurism, explicit language ☆ WC: 2,659 ☆ SYNOPSIS: on this sunny afternoon, you’re home alone while everyone else is in class... or so you thought. as haechan’s name spills from your lustful mouth, he mindlessly comes in thinking that you’re calling for him. instead, he walks in to see you fingers deep and in need of some assistance, again.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: happy halloween everyone!! pls read the background info before proceeding with the fic!! absolutely pwp, there is no real plot here besides smut LOL and yes there will be a part two ! maybe multiple parts idk yet lol depends on my story building 

Tossing your backpack into the corner of your room, you pounce on your bed as quickly as possible. There was something about Haechan’s outfit choice today: baggy relaxed pants and an oversized plain white tshirt that only he could pull off. Something about his cool, carefree attitude riles up an inexplicable part of you. And though you didn’t have much time to drool over his incredibly impressive outfit before dashing for your 10 AM, it is all that’s been running through your head.

And truthfully if you had been caught staring for even a millisecond, you wouldn’t hear the end of it from him. You’ve seen this guy go two days straight sitting in his boxers and wrinkled old tee as he yells profanities at his computer monitor. Yet, in some egotistical world, Haechan still manages to be the cockiest person in the whole house.

Haechan has pulled quite a fair share of girls, but nothing in comparison to Jaehyun or Johnny. The reason behind his sly smirks and obvious traveling eyes could possibly be that he’s pulled you, quite a number of times.

Haechan never really peaked your interest until he became the one you spent the most time alone with. He is not the type to boast about his sexual encounters, so you really had to squeeze it out of him. Long talks of his cunnilingus tactics had you wet by the end of it all, not expecting that this gamer boy had such an eager passion for seeing girls squirm from his tongue.

Eager and strong enough passion to ask if he could get a taste of you, then proceeded to bring up all the moments that he has passed by your room to see you sprawled across your bed naked and rubbing one out. You had a poor habit of not closing your door all the way.

However strangely enough, you didn’t feel embarrassed that Haechan was the one who saw you. In fact, if anyone in the house did catch you masturbating, you’d hope it was him. Your relationship is comfortable to the point of seeing the worst sides of each other, you could be your true self around him because he wasn’t some playboy to impress. He is and always will be, Lee Haechan, the boy that sucks at arm wrestling.

So as you check your housemates’ locations and thinking that the coast is clear, you begin to peel off your bottoms and panties. Every naughty thought of Haechan rolls into your lustful mind. Tugging at his fluffy hair. His plushy tongue against your clit. His light spanks against your ass. His needy hands gripping your thighs. His low throaty moans.

You get into your favorite position --- ass up, on your knees and legs spread open, with your face buried in a pillow. Your hand tries to mimic his touch: gently teasing your nipples, trailing down your stomach until you reach your sensitive bud. Your fingers gather your slick and automatically, Haechan’s name escapes your lips. Closing your eyes, you recall all the times he’s eaten you out until you’ve seen stars.

Now if Haechan wasn’t so forgetful, he wouldn’t have to drive all the way back home to grab his notebook for lecture. When the boy enters the house, he takes note of your scattered shoes at the door and the faint sound of your voice. Curiously, he walks up the stairs to the rooms and hears you calling for him and concludes that you probably heard him come home.

When he approaches your slightly opened door, he sees an image that immediately halts him in his tracks. Through the rather large slit, he has the clearest view of your dripping pussy and quick fingers rubbing at your clit. And he registers your calls for moans. You were moaning his name, not calling for him.

He glances around at the other open rooms to check if anyone else is home, but that is probably why you thought it would be completely fine to not close your door, again. When he returns to the incredibly sexy scene of you masturbating to the thought of him, you’re so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t even hear his heavy breathing.

A tent forms in his pants as he feels all his blood rushing to his shaft. He’s beyond turned on, like come on, it’s him you’re thinking about. This does nothing, but fuel his already large ego. Haechan enters your room and clears his throat, “you should really learn to close your door, baby.” 

Your momentum breaks at the sheer fear of someone else’s voice. Panic settles and the first thing you see when you look up is Haechan’s small smirk. He leans against the frame of your door, arms crossed and eyes never leaving your figure.

“Why are you home?!” You throw a pillow at him, very well annoyed at his presence and for ruining your private time. Sitting up on your knees, you try covering your lower half with your blanket. Haechan is quick to stop you, while simultaneously shutting your bedroom door.

“I forgot my notebook.” He leans in, lips inches away from yours and his hand pulling the sheets off your body. “I have twenty minutes to spare, so let’s make this quick, mmh? Seems like you’re in need of my assistance... again.” His eyes are dark, and the sunlight that seeps through your shades shines so beautifully against his melanin. The faint smell of his cologne messes with your mind and god, you want him so bad and you hate that he can tell.

“Get back into your previous position and show me how you touch yourself.” He leaves a quick peck on the corners of your lips before standing at the end of your bed. 

“What if I don’t want to?” You’re not usually bratty with other partners, but Haechan’s assertiveness and overall aura draws it out of you so naturally. 

He pokes his tongue at the inside of his mouth, protruding his cheek and tilts his head at your bratty attitude. Staring you down with hungry eyes and a raised eyebrow, he says in a serious tone, “no time for games right now. You want me or not?” 

“Yes, please.” You nod with urgency once you realize that Haechan still had class to get to. Turning back around, you rest comfortably on your elbows with your knees firm on the mattress. Your hand travels down to circle your clit again, resuming your previous lustful actions before Haechan interrupted you.

Every jolt runs down your legs as a pumping surge of electricity, all the way down to your toes. Haechan palms himself watching you get back into the mood, biting his bottom lip at the delicious sight of your glistening, pretty pussy on display for him. It doesn’t take much before he hurries to get under you and in between your legs.

He lays back flat on the bed as you hover over him, your hand still rubbing intensively at your bud and your juices collecting in your palm. Taking your wrist, he guides your wet fingers into his mouth. You moan knowing your fingers are being cleaned by Haechan, him sucking your taste off of you. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans, bringing your hips closer to his face. Without another second of hesitation, he licks a long strip across your clit. 

“Hyuck..” It has been established between the two of you that you have special rights to use his government name. He loves how hot it sounds coming from you, like it is meant to be spoken only by you. “..I’m.. already.. going to burst.”

He kisses your inner thighs, then encapsulates your bud in his mouth. Your legs give out at the mind blowing pleasure that comes with Haechan’s plushy licks. His tongue doesn’t leave your clit for more than a second, suckling and rubbing it like his life depended on it. 

When you peer down at him, his face is entirely pressed up against your body: nose digging into your skin and mouth latching on for a taste. He gives your ass a little spank, then grabbing a handful to squeeze. The tinge of pain turns into pleasure as the feeling of static runs throughout your lower half. 

Haechan tries to free himself from his pants, growing painfully hard that it began to feel strained. One hand unzips and tugs down hastily at his bottoms, his cock springing up and slapping against his stomach. He lifts his shirt up as far as it can go, not once breaking his attention on making you feel good.

You yelp when his two fingers enter your hole abruptly, gathering enough of your slick to cover his own dick. With your wetness, he strokes his tip with his thumb and the vibrations from his moans sends shivers down your spine. But Haechan is more than skilled at multitasking, jerking himself off while he eats you out.

“Fuck, are you touching yourself?” Your head turns enough to see movement in your peripheral vision. You can infer two things: Haechan is half naked and fucking his hand so fast that it shakes the bed a bit.

“Of course I am. You’re fucking hot, baby.” He only pulls away briefly to speak, his soft tongue flicking rapidly harder against you now. Haechan knows you’re close, without you needing to say much. Your toes curl at the intensity, your moans become louder, and you’re gripping onto his hair as tightly as possible.

The peak of your mountain is at the tip of your lips, your legs are about to give out at any moment, but Haechan is showing no mercy to slow down. “Just like that, shit.” Your hips mindlessly grind with his fast-paced rhythm.

Haechan can feel his own release coming just as quick, his own grip growing tighter around his shaft as his hips have no caution to stop. “Give it to me, (Y/N).” His low grunts solely push you to your edge, as you announce your orgasm. 

Your shaking legs uncontrollably twitch around his head as the euphoric feeling fills your blood stream. Like a knot coming undone, it’s the most rewarding feeling you’ve ever felt. You try to catch your breath as Haechan unlatches from your swollen clit, and his moans replace yours. 

“(Y/N),” He barely manages to speak and you look down in between your legs to see him biting his bottom lip hard and eyes closed. “--I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk... when I get back..” and with that, he cums all over his lower stomach, short strings of white landing across his body.

You roll off of him, grabbing tissues from your nightstand to clean him up. “Are you still going to make it?” A hoarse laugh rumbles your chest as Haechan remembers the lecture he has to attend.

“I’ll just show up late.” Wiping the last bit off of him, he gets up to hurriedly zip himself up. “Why are you suddenly so needy?” He jokes, partially. A smug grin appears reminding you of his haughty personality. 

You scoff at his remark, “I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” 

“Yeah, but why do that when I clearly give you the best orgasms of your life.” He shrugs, his tone being quite matter of fact. He chuckles mischievously at your displeased expression, running out your room before you can chase him out.

“Okay, I’m leaving!” He yells from the hall, hurrying down the stairs to catch the last half of his lecture. 

“Bye, thank you... I guess..” You pull your panties up, your voice trailing off when you step out of your room to the top of the stairs to watch him leave.

He stops to peer up at your obvious fucked out appearance, admiring you all in your glory. “Any time, baby. What are housemates for?” Haechan winks flirtatiously before he shuts the front door.

The rhetorical question repeats in your head, what are housemates for? 

As everyone floods back home later in the day, you and Haechan act as if nothing happened. That’s the thing about you two, Haechan never really feels the need to brag to the others, only if provoked. 

You two can live in this house with the other three not expecting a single thing, not knowing that there is courage behind Haechan’s bold statements. Not even the way Haechan stares at you sometimes can give anything away. This man is too slick, too quick on his feet to ever be caught.

“You make it to all your classes today, Haechan?” Johnny asks as the three of you devour the dinner Doyoung made, Jaemin once again not being home. 

“Yes, dad.” Haechan answers sarcastically and stuffs his mouth full of dinner rolls. “I had a midterm that I totally aced.” He smiles proudly, but your ears catch onto the first half of his sentence and immediate guilt settles.

“You had a midterm?” The tone of your question raises a few eyebrows at the table, the rest of the boys wondering why you sounded so worried.

Nevertheless, Haechan doesn’t lose his cool. He simply bids you his sugary sweet smile and says, “not for that one.” 

“No flirty eyes at the table.” Doyoung scowls as Haechan’s corner lip twitches into another infamous smirk. He somewhat enjoys the thrill of almost getting caught, you make it all too easy for the others to find out.

You gulp your food harshly and shy away from Haechan’s dark gaze, not knowing the right words to recover your slip up. Jaehyun acknowledges the confusion in the room, laughing nervously at your sudden bashfulness, “why did (Y/N) sound so worried?” 

Your food gets stuck in your throat, waiting to hear what Haechan has to say to your nosy housemates. “I had to come home to grab my notebook and missed the beginning of class. She’s just looking out for me, it’s cute.” 

And your eyes make the most dramatic roll, “I should’ve just let you to suffer the consequences.” 

“But you’re a good girl.” Haechan barely lets you finish, his sharp-witted tongue almost cutting you off.

“(Y/N) is the best girl.” Johnny ruffles your hair and picks up your chin, being oblivious to the sexual tension between you and Haechan. “Now, did my best girl go to all her classes today?” 

You push his large hand off of you, grumbling lowly, “yes, Johnny.” Mindful to not say dad as it would steer him with too much satisfaction, “unlike you delinquents, I actually go to class and stay for the whole thing.”

“I do too.” Doyoung bickers.

In response, you pinch his cheek harshly. “I know and I’m always proud of you, my bunny.” 

Haechan clears his throat obnoxiously, “I’m going to play games, hop on when you all are done.” He takes a few more dinner rolls as he starts heading up the stairs with his plate of food.

“Can’t, I have someone coming over in a few.” Jaehyun stuffs his cheeks full of deliciousness.

“Me too.” Johnny chimes and you’re repulsed that more than half of the house is going to be having sex at the same time. 

“In that case, that is my cue to leave and put on noise canceling headphones.” Doyoung gathers his plate to rush out of the scene. 

Jaehyun and Johnny finish their dinners at an impressive speed, “don’t be too loud, Haechan!” Johnny loudly proclaims and though you can’t see Haechan’s face, you can imagine his devilish smile through the cadence of his voice.

“Oh, trust me. I won’t be the loud one tonight.” Your phone lights up from incoming texts. As your eyes register the messages, you almost choke on your food at the implications. 

housemate haechan: come to my room when you’re done

housemate haechan: and don’t expect to walk tomorrow:) 

And you’re finishing your dinner as fast as everyone else is, shamefully excited to make your way upstairs. 

What are housemates for?

#neowritingsnet #nct-writers #kpopscape #neothestars #nct scenarios #nct smut #haechan #lee haechan #haechan smut #nct imagines

[heartshyuck]

Pairing: Haechan x reader

Genre: fluff, enemies to best friends to lovers, college au

Synopsis: he was the sun but you liked the moon more.

Word count: 6.3k (I know it's literally double the word limit 🥲)

Warnings: swearing

a/n: this is dedicated to @bl--ankhaeji, for the secret santa (@neoculturechristmas ), I hope you have a great holiday and a happy new year <3 sorry I made you wait forever!

Beautiful was the moon, the way she gracefully arose to the sky shining down on earth guiding those who travelled late at night. Accompanied by the stars, she outshone all those no matter how much she showed of herself in the night sky. In winter she ruled the skies with her reign lasting even when the sun would emerge, she would still look mesmerising and for that reason you loved winter. With the moon high above watching over you and the white specs of snow that gracefully fell, illuminated by white light; you walked through the empty campus back towards your dorm, it was pretty late but there were still a few passing bodies that relieved some of your building anxiety. 

Once you approached near, your fingers had already begun to numb, the tip of your nose kissed with frost and your toes frozen in place despite the many layers trying to keep you warm. Your hands shake slightly as you try to lift the key to the lock, hearing your struggles to open the door your roommate comes and saves you as he opens the door before you can. The warmth of the house engulfs you and it's like a pair arms have wrapped round you, protecting you from the harsh cold outside, instantly you begin to warm up. 

"Why do you insist on walking back in a blizzard" Jaemin rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he steps aside letting you in and closing the door behind you. "Literally just call me or Jeno and we'll pick you up" he whines, as always nagging and telling you off in the most loving way, and it only makes you smile, genuinely touched that he cares so much about you. 

"Because Jaems you both have lives and I don't want to be a hassle" you say as you rid yourself of your outside gear and then make your way to the living room, him following shortly behind you.  Jaemin and Jeno are both good friends, more like brothers or as you like to put it, guardian angels that the goddess of the moon sent to you upon your new dawn here at Neo University. From showing up when you needed an apartment to being there to remind you to eat when you were studying late into the night, you were indebted to them forever. "You could never be a hassle," Jaemin argues. 

"Who's a hassle?" Jeno walks into the room, food in hand and he chucks you both your favourite snack and again you're reminded how much they take care of you. "Me. I'm a hassle" you raise your arm, waving your hand a bit and Jeno sits beside you, covering himself and you in a blanket as he shoots you his famous eye smile, that reminds you of a crescent moon. 

"Last I checked you were a y/n, not a hassle" Jeno giggles, you and Jaemin both rolling your eyes at his incredibly bad jokes, though you're used to them by now. After a good few seconds of him still laughing at the horrible joke, he clears his throat "anyways Jaemin is right but if you don't wanna rely on us, how about you get a boyfriend" he raises his eyebrows.

"Well sorry to break it to you but there are no decent guys in this uni" Jeno pouts and Jaemin quickly chucks in a "hey we go here too" in protest, but you continue within the same breath, "all fuckboys who truly do not give a shit about anything but getting their dick wet" you huffed out in obvious built up annoyance directed to the male species. 

"What about Renjun? He's decent and you guys are good friends" Jeno asks "surely if you're friends, he has to be decent" 

"I saw Renjun in diapers, his mum's shown me pictures of him as a naked baby, I could never date him;he's literally my brother" you list off the reasons as to why you could never see Renjun in that way, you had known each other since before you could walk. 

"Maybe you should stop brother zoning guys then" Jaemin says under his breath in a pout and you send slit eyes his way and he smiles at you in return. 

"Okay what about Haechan" and as those words fall from Jeno's mouth, laughter erupts from Jaemin. Again you roll your eyes for what seems like the tenth time in this conversation, Jeno is visibly confused by both your reactions as his eyebrows furrow and nose scrunches up slightly. "What's so funny" this comment only makes Jaemin laugh more and you throw a pillow at him in hopes of shutting him the fuck up but it doesn't. "Best joke you've ever told" Jaemin says in between laughs "she hates Haechan's guts"

"I don't hate him" you snap back at him and Jeno's confused look turns into a surprised one "hates a strong word, i just dislike him" you explain yourself but Jeno's expression is dying for a better explanation "I find him insufferable and annoying as hell" 

"But why" Jeno says almost in a cry "he's nice, fun and honesty is the mood maker. He's great." Jaemin nods along showing that he agrees with Jeno 

"If he's so great, you date him" you roll your eyes and it's a childish comment but the topic of Lee Haechan and him in general brings that side of you out. "I think he's self absorbed, thinking he's the center of the universe and lights up everyone's world" Haechan calls himself the sun and honestly it's obnoxious but fitting you think. To all those around him he seems like the sun, but even the sun is insignificant amongst the millions of stars in the universe. He's just the center of a solar system that's amongst millions of others. He's nothing special but he thinks he is and it sums him up pretty well you think plus you've always liked the moon more anyways. "Also can we drop my depressing love life and watch a movie" you sigh, it’s not like you weren’t already thinking about you being incredibly single, you didn’t need these two idiots to remind you. 

"Yeah please, she's hopeless anyways" and again you throw another cushion at Jaemin, landing square on his face,”I’m not wrong” he cries out, hugging the pillow “you refuse to get a driver’s licence too” and you jab him in the ribs with you elbow causing his to yelp, again rolling your eyes. 

A few days past and much to your relief the topic of both, relationships and Haechan don’t come up again but it was silly of you to assume that God would be so kind to let it drop so easily. Of course Jeno had to bring it up the next time he saw Renjun, “So i was the only one who didn’t know y/n hates Hyuck” Jeno whines a little too loudly in the cafe you all were seated in. It’s a small place, right on campus, decorated with strings of fairy lights that give off a warm hue to the place; it’s open all day and it’s here you found Jeno and Jaemins want for a roommate poster on the notice board. “Jeno can you be quiet, anyone can overhear and like i said i don’t hate him” your voice dropped into a whisper as if it could undo any damage Jeno may have done and you spoke through gritted teeth. 

"It's not like he's here" he argued back and as if he had summoned him Lee freaking Haechan walks through the cafe doors. He strides in with confidence circling around him, dressed in his infamous playboy outfit, the leather jacket and black combat boots, he holds a smirk across his face as he scans the room; all eyes are on him as the bell that hung above the door announces his arrival as if royal blood coursed through his veins. In these moments you understand why Haechan believes he is the center of the universe because here everyone orbits him, everyone but you. Everyone stops and stares, their eyes lingering at each step he takes and each expression he makes. Their weary of his eyes, just in case they stop on theirs, everyone but you because you couldn't care any less. The sun is blinding and it's irritating and you'd much rather avoid it, as he steps closer towards your table; recognising the boys that accompany you, he smiles and waves in their direction, you get up to leave. "I need to go" you blurt out, pushing your chair out abruptly, it scrapes against the floor, the screech making you cringe. "I'm gonna be late for my next lesson" you clear your throat of any awkwardness and grab your things before any of them could question or comment on the situation, you rush past Haechan not giving him a second look. 

Jeno's eyes widen at the scene that had just unfolded in front of him, his mouth slightly gaping, Renjun sighs and rolls his eyes before giving a welcoming smile to Haechan who stands there confused whilst Jaemin simply continues to drink his coffee, firmly believing if he act like it didn't happen, then did it really happen. "Is y/n okay?" Haechan asks with genuine concern in his voice and in the same breath he continues to question the three, "is it me or does she always seem to leave when I arrive?" 

The three sit there in slight awkwardness that hangs in the air, it's not hard to answer this question, the simple answer would be a yes. Another simple answer would be to just shrug him off and tell him you have a lecture, a lie but still a rather simple answer and before the lie could leave Renjun's mouth, the truth slips out of Jeno's. "Yeah she absolutely hates you" Haechan's smile falters and Jaemin chokes on air.  

"What the fuck Jeno" Renjun gawked, jaw hanging, there's a heavy silence and it probably only lasted a few seconds but it felt like forever as everyone just stared at each other, only breaking when Jaemin laughs a little raising confusion amongst the three others who stare back at him. "Good joke Jeno, best one you've told" he places hand on Jeno's shoulder and kicks him under the table. Laughter erupts from both Jeno and Renjun as they try and attempt to cover up the damage. "Yeah y/n just has a lesson" Renjun laughs out and tries to emphasise this to Haechan who's now laughing but with obvious hesitation in it, awkwardness still sitting in the air. 

"Oh shit, I just forgot I had to meet up with Mark" Haechan waves to the boys as he leaves the cafe, a sigh leaves his mouth as he finally exits the cafe, his shoulders drop and a deep breath he didn't know he was holding left his lungs. He sees your figure still in the distance and he's not sure what takes over him but his legs being to move.  Faster and faster, Haechan runs towards your figure that only seems to be getting further, maybe it was his pride that was hurt or maybe it was curiosity as to why you hated him or maybe it was because Haechan liked a challenge. 

The heavy steps and heaving breaths catch up to you quickly, getting louder and louder you stop and turn back, Lee Haechan stands chest rising and falling rapidly bent down with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. "Haechan, what the hell are you doing?" He lifted his finger up indicating for you to give a minute for his lungs to catch up with his body, you roll your eyes and it’s action that doesn't go unnoticed as he begins to speak through his heaving breaths, struggling. “I heard you hate me” it’s breathy and deep but you make it out all the same, a wave or shock and slight embarrassment overtakes you, a heat rising up your neck and to your cheeks and you’re quick to shake your head, denying his allegations. “No. what? no i don’t-” you stammer over your words until you're cut off by Haechan, as always he’s the one that controls the conversation.

“Jeno told me” he clears his voice, finally have caught his breath, “by the look on renjun’s face and your reaction, he wasn’t lying” you grimace at his words “so I’m here to change your mind” Your mouth gapes as he stands there glowing in the white light that reflects off the snow, it angers you how beautiful he looks yet his ego is insufferable and too suffocating for you to focus on that. 

“Fuck you Lee Jeno” you mumble under your breath and haechan smirks at the comment, “honestly Haechan i don’t hate you” you begin to explain hoping you’ll get out of this, whatever this is. “I just don’t like you as much as others do and that’s normal”

“No it’s not” again your cut off and you’re pretty convinced he’s in love with the sound of his own voice with how many times it’s happened “you can’t hate me” and at this you scoff, eyes rolling back so far into your head you’re sure they’ll get stuck. 

“I have a lesson” you say turning on your heels, every conversation with Haechan is a reminder as to why you can’t stand him. He loves himself a little too much, he has a superiority complex that’s consistently being fed, he thinks he’s the epitome of perfection and he thinks he’s the sun, center of everyone’s universe. 

“What lesson, I’ll walk you there” he says as he follows your footsteps, prisoning you as he wraps his arm around yours, you're confused, shocked and baffled, legs stopping, as you look down at the junction where both your arms meet and you try to release yourself but his grip is too strong. “Come on, let’s go” he pulls you, not knowing where your lesson is. “You’re a history major right?” he keeps talking, not allowing you to even answer the question “so you must either be in building B or C, but since psych usually runs at this time in C, i guess your in B” again he doesn’t waste a second before pulling you towards the building he assumes is where your lesson is. You pull back, still in complete shock as to everything that’s going on, you just said you didn’t like him and by how quickly he was able to deduce where you next lesson is, you're pretty certain he knows you don't’ want to spend any time with him and of course he knows, the smirk is evident of that. He doesn’t care what you want, for his pride you must like him because the existence of your hatred itself is an imperfection of his, a cloud covering the sun. 

“Haechan just please leave me alone” it’s like you're speaking to a wall, completely ignored as he just navigates his way to your building, arm still interlinked with yours and every now and then when you try to pry your hand out, his grip tightens. “You’re hurting my arms” you deadpan and he turns back, loosening his grip and rubbing your arm. 

“Sorry” he laughs a little and smiles, you don’t know what it is but for the first time you’ve looked at Haechan and the irking feeling of wanting to punch his face isn’t there, his face looking a little less punchable. You shake your head, choosing not to believe the bubbling feelings of butterflies and warmth on your stomach as that smile replays in your head, again and again. You let him continue leading you to lecture, too tired to fight anymore. 

You don’t even notice when you’ve reached your destination blindly following Haechan, until he stops suddenly turning again as he flashes his brightest smile and it’s as if golden rays are dancing on your skin, lighting you up, sparking warmness in your chest. You’re flying too close to the sun. “We’re here” he says happily and finally releases your arm from his captive.

“Thanks” you mumble annoyed but not as annoyed as you thought you’d be, there was a warmth that comforted you, a woody musk that swirled around you placing you in a trance. Haechan glowed, ethereal he was with all his beauty on display and you realise if kept his mouth shut more often you probably would be just as in love as all the other girls but thank god he doesn’t have an off switch because you will not fall in love with Lee Haechan. The one who melts hearts and burns skin, everyone who’s got too close bursting into flames. 

“I’ll see you after your class” he waves turning back to the direction you just came from, your heart finally returning back to a normal pace the further Haechan walks away from you, the cold from the snow returning to your skin, finally your world has span on its axis away from the sun allowing the moon’s white light to cool you down and comfort you. 

Your lecture went on for about two hours, your eyes nearly closing towards the end as at this point not even caffeine isn’t getting you through these long days and you’re sure your lack of sleep is causing you to hallucinate, because there sat at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to building B stands Lee Haechan, Lee fucking Haechan. When he said see you after class you didn’t think he meant straight after class. Fear rises and you beg he doesn’t turn around. It’s fine you tell yourself, just don’t look in his direction and don’t draw any attention to yourself. You walk down the first couple of stairs, slowly thinking it’ll make you invisible or something and then comes the screams. Girls that flock past shouting Haechan’s names, he turns around and there he sees you, nose scrunched up as you cringe at the banshees and sigh in defeat as your attempt of an eclipse fails. 

Haechan waves at the girls as he walks up to you, snatching your folders out your arms he carries, “so where are we off to now?” he asks, grabbing your hands in his, your hands are cold, fingers frozen but his are warm, a never ending supply of heat emitting off of him. 

“I’m going to the library” you say, taking your hand out of his “no idea where you’re going to next” you smile at him, snatching your folder back. Haechan can’t help but smirk, he really loves a challenge.

“Oh wow what a coincidence, I was on my way there too” he smiles and takes your folders back out of your grasp, “so let me help you” you let a deep sigh out and close your eyes trying to regain some of your patience. You decide it’s best to not fight it, you walk past him letting him carry your folders and he runs to be by your side again catching your hand in his. You don’t know he’s playing but you allow it to happen, after spending two hours learning about medieval medicine, eyes closing slightly, you allow Haechan to warm up your hands. Some sun is good for you, right?

“So you just not gonna work” you look up from the book you’ve been staring at for the last thirty minutes, Haechan choosing your face to stare at instead, he only smiles at your word as he rests his head on his hand. 

“I am studying” he says with mock offence as if he’s been accused of something he hasn’t done, “I’m studying beauty” he smirks looking directly in your eyes and all though you roll them an unbearable heat still manages to rise up. “You hungry? we should take a break” 

“Why is my face boring you” you look down at the book, trying your best to stay focused but the universe really isn’t letting that happen today. For it places a giant burning ball of fire in your path, one that feels warm from a distance but once you instantly get too close you’ll combust, so you have to keep your distance not ready to give your heart up for anyone just yet. 

“No never” again in that sarcastic offended tone, that just irks you, seriously you’re impressed at your patience in not having punched him in the jaw by now. “But i thought you might be getting bored and studying History must make you hungry” 

“I’m not hungry, thanks” you cut him off, not looking up from your book hoping that the less interest you show, the quicker he gets bored. However, like you said, the universe is not allowing that to happen and your body betrays you for not feeding it earlier. Your stomach rumbles and it doesn’t help that the library is dead silent, the sound echoes and Haechan lets out a soft laugh.

“I think you are, don’t worry I’ll go get snacks” instantly getting up and heading towards the vending machine that awaits outside. This is it you think to yourself, this is your chance to escape his burning presence, finally be free and all you have to do is run out the door. Quickly you pack up your belongings, shoving everything into your bag before Haechan comes back and out the library door you ran, freeing yourself from his burning presence but not for long as he trails after you. As a kid you thought the Sun was following you as you would stare out the window of the moving car, thinking you were the center of the galaxy, only to find out you orbit the Sun instead but now as the sun trails after you, his legs speeding up to reach your side, you guess you are at the center of this galaxy. "Why do you keep running" he shouts as he tries his best to reach you

"Because you're insufferable, Lee Haechan" you shout back, still keeping up your fast pace, not taking a second to spare him a glance. 

"And you think you're not" he scoffs and sighs in disbelief, a sound that makes your skin crawl. “I hate to break it to you but you’re pretty annoying too” and the statement shoots straight to your heart, out of all people who was he to say that, causing your legs instinctively to turn; your fast and loud stomps directed straight at him.

“I’m the annoying one? Says the one who’s none stop bothering me for hurting his superiority complex. I’m sorry Haechan that you’re not as perfect as you thought you were, sorry that one person in this whole world doesn’t like you and I’m sorry you aren’t the center of my universe” you step closer and closer as you ramble about what about him just infuriates you and all Haechan can do is roll his eyes at you and even has the nerve to let out a small laugh that only seeps wrath further into your bloodstream, intoxicating you. Everything about Lee Haechan does that to you, his smirk, his attitude, his carved by the gods features and that damn smile. He’s a menace, the core of chaos and the true essence of calamity and yet somehow it’s exhilarating enough for you to crave his presence and it causes your skin to crawl, your eyes to roll. Too close and you’ll burn. “What’s so funny?” annoyance dripping of every word. 

“I just find it funny how you’ve placed me on a pedestal in your head of being perfect, superior and then decided to hate me because of it” he inches closer, heat radiating off his body , his lips so close to yours, you feel the words that next leave his mouth with each movement, his breath sending chills down your spine “the image of me in your head, isn’t my fucking problem” he steps back after finally being satisfied with how startled he’s left you, leaving you dazed as his words hit you hard. His warmth no longer there, you shiver yet his words still hang in the air as they plague your mind, repeating themselves again and again. He walks further away and you let him have the last say because you're sure he’ll be back, his pride won’t allow you to hate him for much longer, won’t allow you to block his rays of light. He’s right the way you perceive him isn’t his problem but that doesn’t mean he won’t go out of his way to change that and nor does it mean your perception of him is wrong, even if it’s just at surface level you know enough about Lee Haechan to predict his next move. He’ll be back. 

"Ugh" you scream out, letting out a deep sigh, eye's screwed shut as you let the snow fall on your face in hopes of letting it cool you down but then there's a burning on your wrist, fire swirling around you, sparks dancing on your skin and stars shoot through your bloodstream. You're pulled and pushed, swung around until your eyes land back on his, you should've known the sun never really disappears even when it sets, eyes burning red; anger, passion or lust you’re not quite sure but burning orbs are staring right at you. You don’t even have time to respond as both his hands reach up, gripping at the side of your face, holding tight as he crashes his lips onto yours. Your lips melted, his in a hurry as he harshly pressed against yours, passion overflowing in each rough movement, his warmth radiant and you welcome the burning sensation for once. Finally you move your lips against his. The kiss is messy, teeth clashing against each other occasionally, with his grip on your face tightening, you crumpling his shirt as you hold on as if you’d fall without support, his scent intoxicating and strong and you press your body further into his and it’s as if a knot has come undone. As if the air it’s self released a heavy sigh as it seems lighter and all fades away as you begin to float, lips moving in perfect unison until the last of the oxygen in your lungs is exchanged and the burning scorches your lung even after Haechan pulls away, with a heaving chest. “Try hating me with that” he huffs out, lips swollen and eyes glossy and again the sun sets. 

Again he leaves you stunned, holding on to your lips as you walk home in hopes that the warmth from them won’t leave just yet, the scene playing in your head over and over again as if it was the greatest blockbuster but a buzzing snaps you out of it and you flinch at the sudden noise. Your phone flashing bright with an unknown number, hesitantly you pick up. “Um hello” nerves evident in your voice

“I’m picking you up tomorrow at 5, be ready” and with that you roll your eyes, his voice still annoying your ears. “Also before you ask, Jeno gave me your number” he tells you as if he could hear your thoughts aloud.

“I’m gonna kill you Lee” you whisper under your breath and Haechan isn’t sure if it was directed at him or Jeno but he hopes it would be the latter and chooses to ignore it. 

“Anyways 5pm, okay” he repeated once again, asking for confirmation that you heard him.

“You really can’t just leave me alone, can you?” you whine in annoyance but Haechan finds it cute and it only pushes him more to continue bothering you. 

“And have you forget me and my handsome face, never could allow that now could we” he teases 

“Handsome? More like punchable, trust me i could never forget how much i want to just wipe that smirk off your face” you argue back, how could he even think you could forget him after that kiss. It’s all you could think about. 

Ignoring your comment, he continues “Yeah well 5 tomorrow, I’ll be waiting outside your place, dress warmly” he tells you for the third time and without even saying bye, hangs up. 

“Ugh stupid Lee Haechan” you kick some snow in your path as you continue to walk home. 

When you got home that evening you didn’t waste a second in trying to kill Jeno, trying would have turned into having killed Jeno if it wasn’t for Jaemin who had been there to hold you back. Yet that’s the last thing on your mind right now, now all you can think about is what to wear tomorrow. “Something warm” you keep repeating to yourself, mind wandering to where you'll be going instead of choosing something to wear and time flies past and before you know it, it’s already 5pm. Haechan is outside honking, being his usual obnoxious self, having no patience as usual. You run out the house, shoes not even on properly and quickly shooting Jeno a middle finger as he smirks watching you leave. He’s honking all the way until you sat down in the car. “You’re so annoying, you know that right” you tell him as you fasten your seatbelt. 

“Yes, you remind me every breathing moment” he rolls his eyes and starts driving, christmas songs playing. 

“Well if you weren’t so annoying every breathing moment, i wouldn’t have to remin-” your cut off by your own breath that gets stuck in your throat as you look down to find his hand holding onto yours that rests on your thigh and you see the smirk he holds on your face as he’s proud he managed to shut you up. “You were saying” he teases and you clear your throat as he laughs slightly. 

“Like I said annoying” you move your hand from under his yet it gets worse as he just rests his hand on your thigh, heat seeping through your jeans.

“You call it annoying, I call it charming” he turns to you as he pulls up at a red light, flashing you a beautiful smile causing you to scoff, crossing your legs, his hand drops off your thigh.

“Anyways where are we going?” ignoring his earlier comment, done with arguing for now. 

“Surprise” he tells you, taking your hand back in his, his grip loose and when you make no effort to move, an eternal smile is plastered on his face as his grip tightens. The music fills the car, you hum along to every song that plays. 

“Well then music major” you start up conversation again “how about you sing for me” you turn to him, hands still intertwined. Haechan only laughs at your request “hey I’m being serious, all the rumours that Lee Haechan is good looking, has a great sense of humour and can sing” 

“And you believe them?” he asks, still smiling.

“Well your jokes aren’t for me but humour differentiates, so prove you can sing”

“Ah, so you think I’m good looking” he comments, smile only growing bigger. 

“I didn’t say that” you scoff 

“Yeah and you didn’t say I wasn't” he retorts, smile turning into a smirk as he feeds his own ego. 

‘Are you gonna sing or what” you pull your hand out of his and instantly he pulls it back as he suddenly agrees to sing for you. 

“I sing like an angel hun, you’ll think you’re in heaven” he tells you again feeding into that forever growing ego of him 

“I’m sure i will” every word dripping in sarcasm as you roll your eyes. He wasn’t wrong though, you jaw hung ever so slightly as he sang along with Mariah Carey, compared to him she was nothing. The once vocal goddess outshined by Lee Haechan as his angelic voice drowned hers out. It was beautiful and he knew it, continuously he left you dazed. You were lost for words, you couldn't describe how beautiful it was and all that could leave your mouth in that moment was “wow” you let out a heavy breath.

“I know” he laughs at your reaction. The rest of the ride was silent, on your part at least as you focused on the moments Haechan would sing along with some of the songs, even his humming was pretty. He glew when he sang, shining brightest. 

Pulling up to the place, the light sparkles infinitely. Laughter rang through the air and there was warmth despite the snow that fell down. Your eyes lit up and for once being around Haechan didn't seem so bad. 

"The winter carnival it's my favourite. I come every year" Haechan tells you as he grabs your hand in his, leading you towards the entrance. 

"Oh and how many other girls have you brought here?" You tease him

"None" he turns to look at you and for once the fire that burns behind his eyes isn't blinding or intimidating, they sparkle. Instead of just the sun, a galaxy. You find yourself drawn into them, like a black hole he takes up all life around, light fading away until it's just you two by him. You move closer until you realise black holes destroy, the sun burns and you flinch backwards. 

You clear your throat before shooting him a smile that's well rehearsed "let's go" you say softly, gripping his hand and this time you take the lead. 

A few rides, hot chocolates and countless conversations, you find that Haechan isn't entirely what you thought he was. Yes he's confident, knows he's good looking and has swarms of girls after him but there's something about him that seems to balance it all yet you're not quite sure what it is but he doesn't allow you any moment to think anymore about it. Always dragging you from one stall to the next. 

"I'll win the big Teddy for you" he declares, chest puffed out and embarrassment strikes through you. You would have never imagined standing here, watching Lee Haechan trying to throw down all the pins to win you a Teddy bear. Everything feels so surreal, a warmth bubbles up inside you as you watch him, tongue slightly sticking out as concentration takes over and you can't help but smile. The sun's beauty, clear. He shoot a few times, each time turning to see your reaction, promising he'll get it the next one and when he finally knocks down every pin. He pulls you in his arms, happiness practically seeping out of him. You can feel his heart beat against his chest or was it yours you weren't sure. Pointing at one of the big blue teddys at the back he hands it over to you. You almost fool the sparkles in his eyes for adoration as he nears you again, a smile stretched along his face. "I told you I'd win it for you" he says, cocky as ever. 

"Thanks" you say so softly you're unsure if he heard but the smirk on his face says otherwise and thank god he couldn't hear nor feel your heartbeat as it fastened in pace, jumping and leaping against your ribs, answering to his voice. Your heart was ready to be his. That would've inflated his head a bit too much, and just when he couldn't do anything else to cause butterflies to burst, you watch as his eyes wander to a little girl, also trying to knock the pins down. 

"Do you need help?" He asks her softly as though she was made of glass, she only nodes in return but he picks her up, placing her on his shoulders so she had a better view. Her arms extend backwards as she throws the ball, knocking down all the pins. Haechan shouting words of praise and a smile lights up the little girl's face as she grabs onto a large teddy bear. 

"Thank you" she whispers, visibly shy once Haechan places her down and she hugs him. It was in this moment you could feel you were flying too close to the sun, heat rising, palms sweating and eyes sparkling as you watched him, the only source of light and the center of the universe.

Haechan begged you to go on one more ride with him before going home, the wind was harsher and the snow fell heavier and though the sun had set long ago, the moon’s reign seemed to be never ending. Your own sun was right by you, emitting light and heat endlessly, he held your hand and kept you close as you rode the ferris wheel to the top. The ride was silent most of the way, the occasional hum from Haechan as he stared out into the horizon, the dark sky filled with bright stars and the moon shining down, lights and Christmas decorations and a sfar as the eye could see white snow that illuminated under the moonlight.  Once you reached the top, he turned to you. Your breath hitching as beauty stood in front of you, a stone statue carved by the gods to show the ability of their power, a rival to the moon’s beauty, a rival to the sun light and warmth and a rival to billions of stars that envied the way he shined, forever burning. 

“So do you hate me now?” He asks a smirk always on that goddamn beautiful face of your and you can’t help but smile. Pulling him closer until he can feel your lips brush past his as you speak these next words. 

“Shut up, isn’t this where you kiss me” you crash your lips onto his and you can feel his heart stop, taken back by your actions yet he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, lips moving in sync and you can feel his heat overtaking your body, your heart leaping. You’re flying too close to the sun, your wing’s melting and you’re falling. Falling in love with the sun. 

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#nctcreations #neowritingsnet #neothestars #neoculturechristmas #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct 2020 #nct fic #nct au #haechan #haechan fic #haechan fluff #haechan x you #haechan x reader #nct haechan #haechan Christmas #loml haechan #fullsun

[kunxcii]

nct social media au favorites / recommendations pt 2

click here for pt 1! this has been sitting in my drafts for a few weeks so i decided to finally finish it up and post it so that all of u socially responsible people staying home will have something to binge. listed in the order i read them but also sorted by member in age order. asterisk (*) = favs. (ongoing!) = incomplete at the time i posted this. (neutral ending) = if u care that ending may not be happy or yn x member may not end up together, sorry if i spoiled it.

had to search pretty far and wide for these so i doubt there will be a pt 3 - also i’m currently on a cdrama/cvariety fix lol. as usual, be my friend! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

✰ multiple paths / mystery member ✰

friendship (multi: jaehyun, johnny, lucas) by jxngolas

all i need (ongoing!) by peachysicheng

✰ taeil ✰ (none)

✰ johnny ✰

streak breaker by softtm (neutral ending)

i’m so in love by romanticwyh

✰ taeyong ✰

*muse by jenoptimist

cloud 9 by bunny-doyounq

angel by sugaaasweet

is he an angel or a devil? by asteriaguk

fool by yongtxt

✰ yuta ✰

doctor, doctor by jaeculturetechnology

yes chef by butterbeeryuta

laces and things by butterbeeryuta

coming home by cupofjae

pâro (ongoing!) by jenoptimist

let me love u (ongoing!) by bunny-doyounq

airdrop (ongoing!) by taehunnies

✰ kun ✰ 

talking to the moon by dearncityy

not alone (ongoing!) by cupofjae

✰ doyoung ✰

*don’t need your love by cupofjae

*sanctuary by bunny-doyounq

anti by softtm

dear no one by dearncityy

sunflower by jaeehyuns

forced by radianthyuck (can’t find last chapter anywhere)

*where u at? (on hold) by suhdone

✰ ten ✰

collaboration by onflowerpaths

✰ jaehyun ✰

*tongue tied by peachysicheng

the breakfast club by kkuljaehyun

fly away with me by cupofjae

welcome to my playground by cupofjae

deep water by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*balance of us by solecize

young elites by markeu-lii

hericane by weishenv

breathless by peachyuns

the games you play by fluffyjenope

through the night by jaeehyuns (neutral ending)

pretty reckless by yukhheis (neutral ending)

roller skates by hhjwrld

the beauty within (ongoing!) by justwinwin

end to start (ongoing!) by bunny-doyounq

✰ winwin ✰

different skies by dearncityy

✰ jungwoo ✰

5:05 by jaeehyuns

la vie en rose by haechanhearts

✰ lucas ✰

playboy by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

unrequited love by textingwithnct

*do you think about me too? by byunnct

you & i by leejenopes (some links don’t work, scroll on blog)

slam (ongoing!) by wereseoyoung

keep yourself alive (ongoing!) by sushi-xuxii

the librarian (ongoing!) by princekunge

✰ mark ✰

game over by jenoptimist

connected by treerachas

mona lisa by weishenv

*unexspected by hyucksupremacist (neutral ending, i shed tears tho it was so good) (some links may not work so you’ll have to search on the blog or replace hyuckcryptid with hyucksupremacist)

*game over by kettlewrites

easy as pie by nctzen-mess

*yours by wereseoyoung

flickering by fluffyjenope

*vintage by yongtxt

how to get the boy (ongoing?/ neutral ending) by yojeongin

clueless (coming soon) by chicagoletters (suhdone remade)

✰ xiaojun ✰

*the muse by princekunge

*just before sunrise by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

2 fast  by markftmingi

play pretend (ongoing!) by dreamingxuxi

✰ hendery ✰

rags & riches by markftmingi

*love talk by jxngolas

✰ renjun ✰

replay 1:27pm by jxngolas

celebrity crush by ncttrinities

art tour ltd. by ncttrinities

coffee & water paints by kettlewrites

catfished! by heartjwi-main

love maze by aiurjins

wistful by treerachas

youtuber!renjun by poutyjwoo

*the one where renjun gets kissed by ncttrinities

*the rich truth: away we happened (ongoing!) by ncttrinities

history is a bench (ongoing!) by butterbeeryuta

✰ jeno ✰

more than friends by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

love club by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

badlands by poutyjwoo

our first and last dance by tinybinnie

reckless behavior by fentyyoons (unmarked tw ch 28-29)

habits by nanaluvie (neutral ending)

adore u by hhjwrld

119 (ongoing!) by ncttrinities

dear you, (ongoing!) by matterhalos

✰ haechan ✰

*heartbreaker by jxngolas

to him by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

my page by lysyuta

stoned by haechanhearts

remember me by seofthours

rewind by heartjwi-main

sunflower by softtm

sweet revenge by starsuhh

fingers crossed by treerachas (some links may not work so search on blog)

summer of ‘69 (ongoing!) by radianthyuck

place your bets (ongoing!) by hyukcieee

✰ jaemin ✰

puzzle by nationaldoyoungday

what family says, goes by hyukcieee

timeless by lysyuta

put me on by hyucksupremacist (some links may not work so you’ll have to search on the blog or replace hyuckcryptid with hyucksupremacist)

what i hate like about you by kettlewrites

*ferris wheel by yedarnit

what i like about you by neomrk

money talk by tinybinnie

a tail worth telling by rosehyck

playing the part by nctzen-mess

*my first and last by jxngolas (sequel to heartbreaker)

falling, hard by fentyyoons

*dead lover’s society by atrabiliousse

fashion friends by xiaocity

twelve days of christmas by lovieskihyun

✰ yangyang ✰

siren by dearncityy

the lab partner by princekunge

let me love you (ongoing!) by jxngolas

✰ chenle ✰

i’m so bad for you by neomrk

*turf war by hyucksupremacist

✰ jisung ✰

flower cafe by poutyjwoo

by my side by nctzen-mess

*my first and last by lysyuta

why not me, the dancer by heartjwi-main (some links link to wrong ch, search on blog)

hieraeth by heartjwi-main (sequel to why not me, the dancer) (some links link to wrong ch, search on blog)

along the lines of (ongoing!) by heartjwi

✰ non-nct ✰ (mostly from authors whose nct work i’ve read)

*bad guy ft. pentagon yanan by markftmingi

*crush culture ft. stray kids hyunjin by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*somebody else ft. ateez yunho by nakyngs (was bitchendery)

*money talks ft. seventeen jun by dahyunminggyu

*big reputation ft. nine percent xukun by dahyunminggyu

plot twists ft. stray kids bang chan by desertskz

*do re mi ft. bts jungkook by taeyegu

l.c.t ft. bts jungkook by peachyuns

*bad at love ft. seventeen wonwoo by sankyeom

online ft. stray kids hyunjin by hhjwrld

find my iphone ft. bts yoongi by ediblesuga

*stay and cook ft. bts jungkook by firebettercallnct

*press start ft. bts jungkook by lovelyyyoongi

*keep it fruity ft. seventeen maknae line by cupidhaos

honeysuckles and dewdrops ft. stray kids hyunjin (ongoing!) by strawberryjmilk

#nct social media au #nct #wayv #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv social media au #wayv sm au #nct sm au #nct blurbs #nct imagines #nct scenarios #johnny #taeyong #yuta #kun #doyoung #ten #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #lucas #mark #xiaojun #hendery #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #yangyang #chenle

[purple-baby-d]

overthinking over you.

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan — NCT) X female reader.

Genre: Fluff, smut.

Word count: 8,672.

Content: student!hyuck, student!reader, sportplayers!nct, kissing, first time sex (male), dry humping, foreplay, fingering, depictions of violence that may be upsetting for some readers, I kinda made Johnny a dick so sorry to y’all beforehand, just some lovely and probably cringey au to have a valentine’s day feast before valentine’s day because I realized I haven’t written an au for my best friend in a while and the 90′s Love era Haechan has been attacking me for long enough so I decided to do something about it.

Brief: Captain of the hockey team, Honor Roll student, an amazing friend and the pride and joy of his parents, Lee Donghyuck certainly has it all to other people’s eyes, but what about the girl he’s dreamed of? No, he’s pretty much a great overthinker for that. But now that she broke up with her boyfriend, will his head get on the way of him getting to her heart?

Dedicated to @theravengoddess, happy Valentine’s day, bestie! I love you and thank you for being with me through the ups and downs 💜

After some long hours of practice, the hockey team was finally sent to the lockers by the coach, the old man’s chest was filled with pride by his back-to-back champion, the Neo Cultural Tech All-Stars. But of course, he didn’t want his players to slack off, so he wouldn’t let them know that.

The man of the hour, Lee Donghyuck, got out of his warm shower to dress up and go home, finding his fellow team players in the lockers. “Hey, nice practice today, Hyuck”, Jeno complimented, patting his shoulder. “Thanks, man. You were quite impressive out there too”, he smiled at him. “You guys wanna crash at my place to study for the finals? My last brain cell died trying to figure out the Algebra study guide”, Mark sighed, pulling his red hoodie down as he slipped his arms into the sleeves. “I’m down, I seriously need divine help for that one”, Sungchan said, tying the laces of his sneakers. “Me too, the question is if our savior will be there to help us”, Yangyang teased, looking at his team captain.

The blonde looked at him with a little smile, shaking his head. “You guys are truly a pain in the ass”, he sighed. “Oh, come on, Hyuck! I’ll pay for the pizza”, Yangyang pleaded, truly concerned about his grades. “You know if I don’t get at least a B, I won’t be able to stay in the team, what are you gonna do without your heartthrob?” he asked while pouting and batting his eyes. “But WinWin has good grades”, Mark teased, making his fellows laugh and Hyuck sigh. “Fine, but if you start staring at your phone instead of studying, I will whoop your ass”, Donghyuck agreed, and the rest of them high-fived each other.

“Ayo, Ten!”, Mark called out, looking at the guy who had just gotten out of the shower. Donghyuck saw something weird in him, he looked as if he was in a rush. “We’re having a group study session at my place, Hyuck will help us with the Algebra study guide, you down?”, he asked. “I’ll have to pass, guys. Johnny is pissed, it seems like he and Y/N broke up”, he said, making Donghyuck stop in his tracks, shocked. “What? What for?”, Mark asked again, concerned for Ten’s stepbrother, the star of the school’s martial arts team. “You know Johnny, she probably found out he cheated on her or something, but I’m still his brother, so I gotta be there for him”, Ten sighed, getting dressed within five minutes with his hair still dripping wet. “Anyways, maybe the next time, take care, y’all!”, he said before rushing out of the lockers’ room.

Jeno looked at his blonde friend, knowing exactly what he was probably thinking. His seemingly hopeless love was finally available again, how exciting was that? However, he looked rather terrified, and it was because his overthinking head was working at full speed.

Oh God, is she okay? Did Johnny hurt her badly? Should I text her? What if she doesn’t wanna talk about it? What if she doesn’t wanna talk at all? What if she doesn’t like boys anymore after this? Irene started dating Seulgi after Junmyeon broke up with her, what if Y/N does that too? Should I go with her? But I already told the guys I would help them... Jesus, Lee Donghyuck, you’re such an idiot.

Lee Donghyuck had many virtues, sadly his biggest enemy was his head.

“Guys, I think we lost him”, Sungchan said, as he saw Donghyuck spacing out. “What?” he said, once he realized his surroundings. Mark patted his shoulder, “Lee Donghyuck, you’re truly one of a kind. If y’all ready, let’s go”, he said, and their group left the lockers and headed to the parking lot, where everyone got into Donghyuck’s black Jeep to head off to Mark’s place. However, the team captain was still thinking about his long-time friend, who he’s had a crush on for the longest time. He simply shook it off, he was a man of his word, so he would help his friends and once they’re done with studying, his head would be clear enough to know what to do.

Because there was nothing better for Lee Donghyuck to clear his mind than a good Algebra study guide.

“Oh, man, thank God it’s over!”, Sungchan yawned, stretching after finishing the last problem of the study guide and the last slice of pizza left on the third box, “I get it all now, how did you do that?”, Yangyang asked, looking at Donghyuck with utter confusion. “Well, it’s quite simple if you actually get your head in it”, the blonde replied, saving the study guide back in his backpack before grabbing his phone, still wandering between texting you or not. It wouldn’t be weird, you’ve known each other since kindergarten and been friends for years. However, your ex-boyfriend, the widely-known playboy Seo Johnny, had kept you from talking ever since you started dating last summer, and honestly, Donghyuck didn’t want you to have problems because of him.

He loved you a lot to do that.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, Jeno, do you want a ride?”, you asked the only one within your group you knew didn’t plan on staying over at Mark’s or lived close enough to walk home. Jeno logically nodded, picking up his bag and saying his respective goodbyes. Of course, something seemed to click in Jeno’s head when Donghyuck offered to give him a ride home: you lived in front of his house. Obviously, he wasn’t going to point that out, knowing Donghyuck, he would take back his offer, and he honestly didn’t want to walk the ten blocks that distanced Mark’s place to his.

“You think I should talk to her?”, Donghyuck asked halfway through, looking at Jeno briefly as they got to a red light. Jeno sighed, taking his sight away from the window to look at his friend. “Honestly, Hyuck? You’ve been in love with her since fifth grade, you should gather the balls to tell her once and for all, it’s so fucking frustrating to deal with your overthinking ass head”, he replied, taking a deep breath afterward. What hurt Hyuck the most was knowing that he was right and that even after all those years, he’d always see you run into another guy’s arms.

First, it was Lucas, your boyfriend from sixth to eighth grade. He had a wealthy family and was the school’s fencing champion. And then, it was Johnny, who you’d been with since barely months after you broke up with Lucas. Sadly, it has always been the same for Donghyuck: as soon as he gathers the courage to ask you out, you’d already started dating someone else. You have a long, toxic relationship with the new guy, he breaks your heart, you go to him. It was the routine he was used to, the routine his thoughts reserved for him every time. But after parking his car in front of Jeno’s house, he decided that was about to change.

“You sure you’re okay? I’m sorry if I said something-”, Jeno tried to apologize, but Donghyuck cut him off. “It’s alright, Jen. You said what was in your head and I respect that, mostly because you’re right”, he sighed, looking down for a while before taking a deep breath and reaching out his hand for a small handshake with his friend. “I’ll see you tomorrow”, he grinned, as Jeno got out of the car. “Thanks for the ride, drive home safely!”, the raven-haired boy exclaimed as he walked into his house. Donghyuck stayed outside for a while, and while he did, he sighed as he kept thinking what was the right thing to text you.

But decided to let all of that go, he just typed the first thing that came to his head and pressed sent, locking his phone so he wouldn’t keep looking at it on his way home.

“Johnny is a dick, and I think it’s time for me to say I told you”, Wendy laughed as you simply shook your head. Yeah, they all warned you, it’s true. But the truth also was you never really had super strong feelings for Johnny, nor Lucas, nor for any of the boys you’ve dated before. But then, why would you date them? Because you weren’t a fan of loneliness, and even though most of those guys were assholes —especially and at a ridiculous level, Johnny—, they wouldn’t miss the most stupid excuse to be with you when you were alone, which sadly because of your parents’ job was pretty often. “Yeah, I know I should’ve listened to you, Wen” you rolled your eyes as you threw one of your stuffed animals at your friend.

But as soon as she threw another one back, specifically the bear with the hockey team’s uniform, your eyes were about to bawl out. “Hey, be careful with this one!” you said, making sure it was still in perfect conditions. All of your friends looked at you, quite taken aback by your reaction. However, Demi, your neighbor, smiled a little before explaining your reaction. “All the other stuffed animals were from the idiots, but Lee Donghyuck gave her that one”, she sat next to you, as you both smiled while looking at each other. “Lee Donghyuck? As in the hockey team’s captain, Lee Donghyuck?”, Joy asked, quite excited. You nodded, letting out a small sigh as you thought of him.

“I’ve heard he’s gay, I mean, he hasn’t gone public about a relationship like... ever? And besides, he has rejected every girl that’s asked him out”, Irene said, quite as nicely as ever. “No offense, I mean, I’m obviously an ally... but, how come such a hot piece of cake like him has never dated someone?”. Seulgi looked at her girlfriend, quite shocked at her way to describe him. “Jeno told me he has a crush on someone since fifth grade, but he’s quite an overthinker, he needs to ask his left foot before moving the right one”, Demi chuckled, “But I think that’s cute, he’s been a good friend to Y/N as far as I’m concerned, and if he ever decides to step out of his shell, I bet he will be the exception to the all athletes are idiots rule”.

This last phrase stayed in your mind as Seulgi, Irene, Wendy and Joy left, as they had told Yeri they would go over to her house for a good spiriting session before the cheerleading championship you’d enroll into in a few weeks. You passed, you were scared as hell of those things, and honestly, you preferred to spend some quality time with your neighbor before she went overseas to a musical exchange program. “Ugh, I’m gonna miss you so much, bitch”, you said as you hugged her, making her chuckle. “Hey, I’ll be sending you as many pictures as you want, and I’ll buy you gifts while I’m there, I promise I’ll try every single street food dish London has to offer just for you”, she said, letting out a sigh as she watched through your bedroom’s window. “I’ll miss you and Jeno so much...”, she muttered. You playfully pushed her, “Hey, you’re with your wife right now! Stop thinking about your boyfriend, say you’ll miss me!”, you yelled at her as you both laughed.

Your phone vibrated as a message arrived, and you grabbed it from its previous spot in your bed. As you read who it was from, you simply smiled, something your friend didn’t miss out on. “Let me guess, it’s your gay best friend”, she mocked you, referring to Irene’s comment on the rumors about his private life. You simply looked at her for a second to return your attention to the text.

You typed the answer quickly, quite excited about the fact that he texted you first when it was usually the other way. Demi stared at you while you wrote the message, quite unsure as to why you looked so hyped up.

Hyuckie:

Hey, I heard about you and Seo, I’m sorry.

You felt a pillow being thrown your way, and you looked up only to find your friend looking at you, pretending to be pissed. “Hey, you’re with your wife right now! Stop texting your crush, let’s watch a movie!”, you laughed again at your silly “jealous” attitudes, and ended up turning on your laptop to watch a movie before going to bed.

You:

Hey... it’s fine, I was warned but I still did it.

How are you? I kinda missed you.

Of course, you’d chosen strategically to play the one movie Demi falls asleep watching so you could read Donghyuck’s answer to your texts, and you were a little too excited over it.

Hyuckie:

I missed you too, you should start cheering for the hockey team too!

Would you like to grab a bite tomorrow after class and catch up?

My treat ;)

You:

Are you asking me out?

You asked teasingly, making Donghyuck’s head insane as he laid in his bed, reading your message over and over again thinking about his next move.

Was it too soon? Is it too little? Should I say no? What if she was joking? What if she doesn’t want a date? What if I screw up and she never wants to talk to me again? Reply quickly, idiot! She’ll think you’re ignoring her!

Leaving his thoughts aside, he typed what his heart told him to and sent it, quite to your shock as you read it.

Hyuckie:

If I was, would you say yes?

Biting on your lip as Donghyuck’s hands trembled, you couldn’t hold back a smile. If your friend was right, this would end with the bad streak of dating idiots you’ve had so far, and you’d finally be happy with someone who actually gave you your place. So without thinking it any further, you replied something that made your friend’s heart skip a beat.

You:

Meet me tomorrow after class.

“You asked her out?!”, Jeno exclaimed in shock as he read the small text conversation on Hyuck’s phone. He nodded, and Jeno showed a huge surprised face, “What? I thought that was what you wanted me to do”, the blonde said, quite not getting his friend’s reaction. “I’m just... shocked. I thought it would still take you weeks, days at least. Hyuck, I’m so fucking proud of you!”, he hugged Hyuck as he patted his back. “Damn, our little Hyuck is finally growing up, this and the fact that we slew those Algebra finals is a matter of celebration!” Mark said excitingly. “You just wanted an excuse to throw a party, didn’t you?” Sungchan rolled his eyes, smiling at his friend’s enthusiasm.

“I think I’ll catch up later, I promised Demi I’d be with her tonight”, Jeno sighed. It was a mystery to everyone why he looked so down lately, and it was merely because Jeno wasn’t the sharing type. He liked to keep his problems to himself, in his books it was alright because everyone had their own stuff to deal with. However, quite frequently, the exception to that rule was Donghyuck, but he kept things to himself whenever they were with the rest of the guys.

So once the guys headed off to the library to study a bit more for the rest of their final exams, Hyuck patted Jeno’s shoulder. “I know something’s off, Jeno”, he looked at his friend in the eye, which made Jeno sigh. “Demi is taking off to London for the summer break, and God knows how much longer”, he finally told him. “And I don’t mean to keep her here, because I know that’s her dream, and had it been mine, she’d support me until the very end, but...”, Jeno stared at the ground as they kept walking, not really wanting to say what sounded so selfish in his head, but was truly the only thing that he had in his mind. “You don’t want her to leave”, his friend completed, wrapping his arms around him.

“Jeno, if there’s something I know for sure it’s how much you and Demi love each other”, he chuckled, trying to cheer his friend up. “You’ve been together... God, for as long as I can remember. You’ll survive this, you just gotta let things flow”. Jeno looked up at him with a little smile, “How come you’ve never dated anyone and you still give great dating advice?”. They both chuckled, only for Jeno to look back at him and pat his back, “That’s some great advice, Hyuck, you should follow it too”.

As they reached the exit, both of them went separate ways. Jeno’s words kept ringing in the back of Donghyuck’s head as he walked towards the outdoor field’s bleachers, sitting down as he waited for you still thinking about how he would manage everything. He made an elaborate plan right after finishing the study guide last night, with his mind clear enough to let him make his choices without any further doubts. He took a deep breath and followed the little pre-game ritual he had ever since he started playing hockey: he looked straight ahead and emptied his mind from everything but what he had planned for the day: making sure you knew he’d treat you better than the rest of the idiots you’ve given your heart to.

That was his plan for the most important task he’s had to date.

“Party at Mark Lee’s place tonight, girls!”, you heard Yeri exclaim as you got changed from your PE class in the lockers. The girls looked quite excited and you texted Demi to know if she would come as well, figuring that it would be somewhere in Hyuck’s plans for the night. “Someone looks quite rushed, do you have somewhere else to be?”, Joy asked you, as she slipped her red cropped turtleneck over her head. “I’m going on a date”, you muttered as the other girls looked at you, quite mesmerized. “A date?! With who?” Wendy had the courage to ask, and you smiled as you pointed at Donghyuck’s picture from last year’s yearbook. “Lee Donghyuck?”, Irene gasped, looking at you quite amazed. “Girls, there will be six more weeks of summer this year”. Your friends giggled as you shook your head. “I mean, you’re the first girl he’s asked out like... ever?”. You sighed as you put on some lipstick, blending it with the tip of your fingers.

Seulgi looked at what you were wearing and threw a piece of clothing at you, nearly making you smudge your mascara. “Hey!”, you exclaimed, quite shocked. “You don’t plan on going to Mark’s party later with that, right? Let alone to date the hockey team’s captain”, you looked at your plain red shirt and your white mom jeans, quite confused as you straightened the clothing ball your friend threw your way. “That’s my beloved white furry jacket, it will look cute with that and your matching bucket hat. And it will help you look like you made at least a little effort to look different today”. You dedicated her a little grin as you slipped the jacket on, finding yourself looking like a 90′s teen movie star. “Thank you!”, you told her, walking out the locker room as she yelled one final, “You better take care of it!”.

You jogged your way to the fields as you realized the bell rang twenty minutes ago, afraid of making Donghyuck think you’d forgotten or played with him. A part of you even thought he probably wouldn’t be there. However, you found him sitting in the bleachers, staring at his phone. “Hey, sorry, did you wait too long?”, you asked concerned, only to be greeted by one of his beautiful smiles. He got up, fixing his hair as he rushed down to your encounter, smiling your way. “I was talking to Jeno, I just got here”, he shrugged, a little white lie he made to keep you from feeling bad.

Because that’s how much he loved you.

“Oh, thank God, I was so scared...” you sighed, looking at him with a little smile. “Wow, I’ve seen you every day, yet you look so different”, you grinned, looking at how much his physics had changed from the little kid you remembered: he gained muscles, he was also taller than you remembered him to be, not to mention his golden-tanned skin looked somewhat more tempting than it did before. “Well, you’re still as beautiful as I remembered you to be”, he muttered, picking a lock of your hair behind your ear. That little moment had you feeling those cliché butterflies in your stomach like you’ve never felt them before. “Shall we go now?”, he asked you, reaching his hand out for you to hold.

His hands, good lord. You thought. There was definitely something about them that made you even more excited about holding them. As soon as you held his hand, it felt as if two pieces of a puzzle had been joined. As if the event was long overdue.

You walked over to the parking lot, where your jaw dropped as soon as you saw his ride. “Since when can you drive?”, you asked quite shocked. “I got my driver's license before the last championship, my parents gifted me this after we won”, he replied, opening the passenger’s seat door for you to go inside. “Wow, what a gentleman”, you said, acting as if it was a joke. But the truth was it somewhat made you feel good. No one had ever opened a door for you, and there was Lee Donghyuck, holding your hand to help you get inside his car after he opened the door for you.

Different from other guys you’ve had the chance to ride along with, Hyuck didn’t seem to care about your shoes being dirty when they touched the car, nor about you intending to touch the car. He made you feel as if his car was yours too, and you liked that. He closed the door once you got in and surrounded the car to get in the driver’s seat. You had this stupid smile on your face, and Hyuck noticed that. “What is it?”, he asked you, quite confused but still smiling. You shook your head, “Don’t mind me, I’m just recovering from the algebra test”. He chuckled, as he started the engine, “How come everyone says that? It was a piece of cake compared to the study guide”. You looked at him while laughing, shaking your head lightly. Ever since you were kids, Donghyuck was a genius with numbers. When the teacher asked him, he said it was because he liked to have an answer to problems, and that was when you knew you needed someone like him in your life.

However, due to the situation making you realize things in a totally different way, you surely were questioning the real intentions of that wish.

You stared at him as he focused on the driveway after lending you the AUX cable so you could choose the music, his focus unbothered even with your sort of intense glare. He truly looked like a 90′s boyband heartthrob. His sportslike red and white outfit along with the chains you remember giving him for one of his birthdays a while ago... he looked good. You also smiled a little as you noticed the color coordination you had unwittingly pulled off, you truly looked like a couple... and you liked it.

Donghyuck wasn’t blind, he noticed each one of your smiles but pretended not to since he liked to see you smiling, and his head was certain in the fact that you would try to hide them if he said something about them. “Where are we going?”, you asked him, quite curious about his intention. He wasn’t using any sort of GPS, so he knew where he was going, but that only made you more anxious as to where he was taking you. “Do you remember that place where your parents threw your birthday party in fifth grade?”, he asked, making you look at him with disbelief. “The arcade where I beat you in every single game?”, you giggled. “Yup, that one. I thought it would be nice to go back there, you know... for the memories”, he explained, only to add at the end, “and they also serve some great cheeseburgers”.

The pure definition of the word “nostalgia” hit you as soon as Hyuck parked the car in the place’s parking lot. It was nearly empty, with just some employees going around to check on the games and some people eating in the cafeteria. “Wow, this place is exactly like I remember, they haven’t even changed the games!”, you exclaimed as Hyuck looked at your excitement with loving eyes. You looked at the guy beside you, taking your wallet out of your purse. “Well, the food’s your treat, then mine’s the games”, you said, you didn’t even let him say a word before you went over to the cashier to pay for the coins you’d play with.

The old lady sitting behind the desk looked at you with a kind smile, “That young man came in yesterday when we were nearly closing, he asked us to reconnect some of the old machines, now I get why”, she told you while looking for a few bags of coins, counting them in a machine that later poured them in a little cup. “He sure is in love with you, you’ve got quite a catch of a boyfriend”. You were about to tell her he wasn’t your boyfriend when you turned around, and your eyes found him focused on a crane game, not exactly knowing what he was so focused on getting but certainly going down the memory lane to a 12-year-old Donghyuck pulling an adorable teddy bear out of the game and giving it to you two days later with the hockey team’s jersey and his number in the back.

“I totally agree”, you muttered, smiling as you saw him pulling out the toy he’d gotten. He was so good at those games, at every game being honest. You still couldn’t believe you’d beaten him back in the day. Once the old lady handed you the coin-filled cups, you paid her and she handed you your change. As you counted the money, you realized something was off. “Excuse me, ma’am... you gave me extra change”. She shook her head, looking at you with that same smile. “Half of it is on the house, I let you pay the other half because the young man told me that you were quite stubborn”, she giggled, “Now, go and have fun! Live while you’re young”.

You smiled, thanking her as you walked back towards Donghyuck. He smiled back at your happiness, handing you an adorable stuffed animal. “How come you’re so good at those games?”, you asked him while giggling. “It’s just a matter of space measuring, calculating the probabilities of the toy slipping out or falling off the crane, choosing the most available toy out of the bunch... and I’m boring you”, he smiled nervously as he saw you looking at the toy, an adorable white bear with a red bow. You looked at him again only to find him scratching the back of his neck.

“You weren’t, I like that about you, Hyuck”, you answered honestly. “I hate it when people are overconfident while giving answers to those questions, like when they say ‘I just can’ or that sort of stuff”, he looked at you while you spoke, making you feel listened to. He was truly listening to every single word that came out of your lips as if it was the most interesting speech ever.

Because he loved listening to you.

You spent every single coin playing different games, just like you did when you were kids, breaking your own records in every single machine you played in. You laughed the whole evening, and yet again, you managed to beat Donghyuck in every single game. “Booyah! In your face, twentieth game in a row!”, you mocked him, making your old little victory dance as he smiled, sighing. “Damn, you haven’t lost your touch”, he said, pretending to feel defeated, “Are you hungry yet?”, he asked you kindly. You nodded, and both of you made your way to the cafeteria, as you jokingly bragged about your smashing victory.

The old lady was patiently waiting for you to show up, with two gorgeous bacon cheeseburgers, french fries, and two milkshakes, what Donghyuck had told her to serve you the night prior. You looked at him in shock, “You remember all of this?”, you smiled as you sat down, thanking the lady when she left you your food. “It’s the house’s special, how could I forget it?”, he replied, as if wasn’t anything special. However, you knew deep down his intentions were all the opposite. You started eating, nearly crying at the sensation of memories flooding your head as soon as you gave it a bite. “It’s been so long since I’ve last had a burger this good”, you admitted. It wasn’t pretty usual for you to hang around these places anymore. It was pretty far away from your reach, yet Lee Donghyuck made it his task to make you remember the good old days.

“Why did you bring me here? I want the truth, Hyuck”, you demanded once you were done eating. He looked at you while taking a sip of his strawberry milkshake, swallowing before giving you an answer. “Well, a few years ago, on your birthday, your mother hired an entire show from the old animatronics because your friends loved them”, he started the story, one you certainly remembered. “However, you were scared shitless of them, so you ran out of the room as soon as the lights turned off for them to start the show. You thought no one noticed, but I did. And I ran behind you, only to find you looking at the zombie videogame your friends wouldn’t want to play with you because they didn’t like it”.

He looked at his hands, playing with his fingers as he left out a small chuckle. “Back then, you had this silly nickname for me, because of a bear you saw at the zoo that was named that way”, he said, only for you to complete his sentence. “Haechan”, you smiled, and he nodded. “You looked at me and smiled, and you said ‘Why are you here, Haechan? You should be watching the show, mommy thought you’d like it’. And I took out the coins I had in my pocket and told you-”. “I bet killing zombies with you is more fun”, you muttered, making him smile as you remembered it too. “Mom was so pissed she didn’t find me when the animatronics started singing the birthday song”, you chuckled, making him laugh as well. “That night, as we played, I remember thinking ‘wow, her smile is so pretty’, and it wasn’t until you first made that victory dance of yours that I realized how much I liked you” he confessed finally, leaving you speechless for a second.

You were that girl, you really were the girl Lee Donghyuck was in love with.

“You like me?”, you asked, still shocked. He nodded, not really knowing what to do with his hands. “I’ve been wanting to let you know for the longest time, but whenever I gathered the guts to do it, you started dating someone else. So I decided to keep it to myself, to be there for you as a friend if you needed me. Because even if it hurt me to see your heart break, I wanted to be there to help you fix it”, he explained to you, as the tears started coming out of your eyes. “You mean... when I started dating Lucas... you were planning to confess to me?”, your voice cracked, making him stop everything and reach out to hug you. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, caressing your back. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything, nor to feel guilty or bad for me. I was upset, I’m not gonna lie... but I also decided to set you free. If you came back to me, it was because it was meant to be. And you came back every single time, so I waited until the right time until I finally decided it was now”, he told you, as you pulled back slightly to look at him in the eyes.

“Hyuck...”, you couldn’t manage to get any words out of your mouth, but he made you feel as if it was okay to leave him hanging after such an adorable confession. You felt like the biggest trash bag on Earth, and the way he treated you made you feel worse and at ease at the same time. “You need to heal, and I get that. You went through a lot with Johnny, and I know that. I’ll wait until you’re ready if you want me to, and I’ll totally leave my feelings aside if you want me to. I’ll leave it up to you”, he told you, caressing your cheeks and adjusting your hat back in its place. “Mark has a party over at his place, do you want to go?”, he asked you softly, wiping your tears away.

You sighed, looking down for a minute. “Hyuck, I’ll give you an answer, I promise”, you told him, which he let out a little giggle. “It’s truly okay, Y/N. Come on, Jeno told me Mark’s already bragging about his b-boy moves”, he told you, reaching out his hand again after leaving a good tip for the old lady, thanking her again before the two of you left. He always found a way to make you feel better, even when he was probably the most upset.

Because he loved you.

“Yo, Hyuck! You came just in time for another round of beer pong!” Mark greeted his friend as he saw the two of you walking into the party, crowded as usual for one of Mark Lee’s parties. “You guys look fresh! Make yourselves at home, drinks at the kitchen, snacks at the table, dance floor by the pool, and the rooms upstairs are exclusively reserved for the hockey team, so you’re staying over tonight, I’m not asking”. Hyuck looked at him, “Sure, because you’ll get so drunk tonight we’ll have to babysit you again”. Mark stopped in front of him, patting his shoulder. “You know me so well, Hyuckie”, he said, messing up his hair before going back to the party. “Ayo, Winwin! Let’s go get more booze!”.

You looked at Hyuck. “Do you want anything to drink?”, he asked you, raising his voice slightly for you to listen to him despite the loud music playing in the back. “Just some Coke” you replied, and he nodded, walking over to the kitchen as you looked around for Demi, finding her sitting on a couch near the beer pong table. You hugged her, noticing she looked a little excited. “I want every last drop of the scoop, how did it go?!”, she asked you, her smile nearly going from ear to ear. “He likes me, Dem, I’m the girl Jeno was talking about. And I blanked as soon as he confessed to me”, you said, quite embarrassed. “He planned the most adorable evening ever, he did all of these adorable things for it to be perfect... and I couldn’t even say anything”. Demi looked at you concerned, only to change her expression as soon as her attention drifted to someone walking over towards you. “Girl, I don’t mean to be rude, but we really should-”, she started as she helped you get up, only to be cut off by a voice you knew pretty well.

“I see it didn’t take long for you to go over with someone new, huh?”, he told you, looking at you dead in the eye. “Well, the difference, Johnny, is that I at least waited until breaking up with you”, you replied, certainly not scared of him. “Lee Donghyuck? That shitball, seriously? So you’re messing up with my reputation for being some faggot’s cover?”, he asked you, chuckling at the idea, making Jeno and the rest of the hockey team walk over towards you as soon as they acquired awareness of the situation. “You ain’t not even a quarter of the man he is”, you replied and felt him grabbing onto your neck, freezing at the closeness. “Oh, yeah? That wasn’t what you said when I made you my bitch”.

“Hey, asshole!”, you felt released as someone pushed Johnny off of you. Demi held you protectively as Jeno walked over to the two of you, checking out to see if you were okay. “Oh, if it’s the man of the moment, I was looking for you to give you my congratulations, I guess some people settled with used things”, Johnny mocked, only to receive another push from Donghyuck. “You can say all you want about me, but leave her alone or else”. Johnny laughed in his face, “You? You will beat me? You would risk getting your ass kicked for some wasted-ass bitch? Face the facts, Lee! Lucas used her, I used her, God knows how many more have, she’s a fucking slut-!”, he was about to say something else when Donghyuck threw the first punch, with such strength it left Johnny bleeding. You gasped, knowing well enough Hyuck wasn’t the fighting type, let alone the type to start a fight, let’s not even mention starting a fight with the school’s martial arts champion.

As soon as he got punched, you felt your heart stuck in your throat. He tried throwing punches at Johnny, but the ladder returned them faster and harder. Jeno, Yangyang, Sungchan, and Ten rushed to break down the fight, looking at how Hyuck’s blood started to stain the floor. “Enough!”, Mark yelled walking into his house with Winwin and the booze they went for, with that authority voice that made him so respected and loved by everyone in his class. “Johnny, get the fuck out of my house! I give two shits, you have absolutely no right to disrespect my team captain, nor a friend of mine, nor a lady, not under my fucking roof! Get the fuck out before I call the cops!”, Ten walked him out before he looked for further trouble, mouthing a “sorry” your way. You rushed over to Donghyuck, looking at Mark once you realized how his face was bleeding.

“Do you have any first-aid kit?”, you asked him. “Upstairs, third door to the right”, he guided you. You held Hyuck’s hand and guided him over with you, quite concerned about the mess left. Jeno looked at you, knowing exactly what you were thinking. “We’ll clean this up and keep things going as if nothing happened, you go and make sure he’s alright”, he told you, “That idiot thinks everything so damn much, I can’t believe he didn’t think this through... just go with him, it’s gonna be alright” you nodded lightly. You would, you had to make sure he was alright because that fight made you realize just how different he was from every idiot you’ve dated.

Because it made you realize how much he loved you.

Having taken off Seulgi’s coat to keep it away of the blood, you found yourself tending to Hyuck’s wounds in one of the bedrooms bathroom. However, he looked more concerned about you than he was about anything related to his well-being. “Stop”, you ordered. “Stop what?”, he asked, authentically confused. “You know it’s not the first time anyone slut-shames me, right?”, you told him, passing a cotton bud over a slit in his lip. At least once the blood was off, it didn’t look that bad anymore. “It’s quite curious, due to how many campaigns women around the world hold against it, to think that the first ones to publicly degrade me were all girls”, you sighed, not wanting to look at him as you spoke. “Every girl that liked Lucas, every girl Johnny cheated on me with, every girl who wouldn’t make it past the cheerleading tryouts...”, you cleaned the mess you’d made, throwing every last piece of cotton you’d used into the trash bin.

“At this point, you could even say I’m used to it. I would even hear made-up stories about how I would be up for gangbangs with Johnny and his friends, how I sold some old man my nudes for him to pay my college tuition, how I was the one who made Seulgi and Irene bisexual...”, you finally sighed, letting out the tears you’ve held back so long it started hurting. Hyuck noticed that, and just like he did in the cafeteria, he held you close. “I’m tired, Hyuck”, you finally admitted, and he caressed your hair. “I know”, he muttered. “I’m so fucking broken I’m afraid to break the only guy who’s ever really loved me right”, you cried out, just wanting to let everything out as you pulled away from his hug, wanting to look at him as you confessed what has been going on in your heart. “Because I fucking love you, Hyuck... but I’m not even close to deserving-”.

You were cut off by his lips crashing onto yours, a sweet and delicate kiss was what you got as a response. Once he slowly pulled away, he looked at you in the eyes, his hands lightly resting on your cheeks. “You deserve the universe and more, nothing less”, he muttered. The tingling sensation that kiss left on your lips was something you’d never felt after kissing anyone before. And it was the final push for you to finally give in, for you to finally let yourself be loved.

You pulled him close again, your lips crashing on each other as your hands wrapped around his neck, his hands falling from your cheeks all the way to your waist, hugging you the way you did with him. The kiss felt so natural you just sunk into it, as well as he did. Even when his head was going insane with all kinds of questions, he decided to shut them off and follow his own advice.

He’d let things flow.

You broke apart only to guide Hyuck back to the bedroom, he looked at you as he read through your intentions. “Are you sure about this?”, he asked you, caressing your cheek. You nodded, looking at him with loving eyes. “This is the first time I’m a hundred percent sure I want to do this”, you told him. He took a deep breath and walked over to the door, locking it first than anything. He looked nervous, and what the girls had said earlier came to your mind.

“Is this your first time?”, you asked him, to which he nodded, an adorable blush tinting his cheeks. You smiled at him, he looked so adorable you wondered who was that intimidating hockey player everyone saw in the field. “It’s okay, just guide me wherever you feel like going, I’ll follow you”, you told him as you got close to him again. You learned to be cautious ever since you lost your virginity, you’d taken birth control very seriously since day one because your mother and your friends guided you to do so. So even now, when the moment came, you were calm knowing it would be alright, and you wanted Hyuck to feel that as well.

He held your waist, pulling you closer lightly and guiding you into a kiss that got more intense with time, he pulled away for a while only to sit down on the bed, pulling you into his lap to start kissing you again. Your hands grabbed his cheeks, caressing them as the kiss kept going. His hands ran down your back as the heat started rising between you, Hyuck’s kissing abilities were way beyond average, those lips of his felt like cotton candy against yours, and every time your tongue met his, you felt one step closer to heaven. He pulled you away briefly to strip down his torso, and your hands felt curious to wander around his strong build.

He played with the bottom of your t-shirt, looking at you before doing anything else. “Can I?”, he asked gently, his constant asking for consent made you even more sure you were doing the right thing. You nodded and helped him out pulling the red shirt off, revealing your black plain underwear. Once your tops were thrown somewhere on the bedroom floor, he went back to kissing you, his kisses slowly going down your neck as you reached your back to undo your bra, letting your chest fully naked for him to kiss. He took that as your consent, and his kisses went all the way down to your breasts as his hands caressed your back once more.

Little moans left your mouth as Hyuck started kissing sensitive spots of your skin, the fact that he used his mouth to roam around your skin was enough to make you feel like this was the best you’ve ever been treated in bed, and adding up the amount of love you could practically touch in him made you enjoy everything even more. You could feel something starting to press against your core as you started grinding over Donghyuck’s lap. “Fuck, you’re driving me insane, princess”, he groaned, in such a raspy voice it made you want more. You kept grinding against him, loving the small grunts that would come out of his mouth as he kept kissing you.

From one moment to another, you felt the bedsheets in your back, as Hyuck took off his pants, feeling the pressure of his throbbing erection painful enough to rush things up a little bit. Still, he managed to be somewhat delicate "throwing" you over the bed. Once there was nothing but his black boxers keeping him from complete nudity, he crawled on top of you, looking at the button of your jeans to ask "Can I?". You unbuttoned your pants while looking at the guy with a pretty smile, biting on your lower lip as he smiled at you, undoing the zip and taking the heavy fabric off your legs, then looking at your black lacey underwear to ask yet again: "Can I?". You giggled, sitting down only to reach for his lips.

He kissed back as your hand guided his to your dripping center. He looked at you, as his head made an effort to figure out what to do at this point, but remembering the shows he watched with the guys, he figured to start moving his fingers up and down, to his luck, on what turned to be your clit. Small moans made their way out of your lips, and due to your arousal, his fingers managed to slip inside you. He kissed you as he kept moving his hand at a medium pace until you pulled him away, only to leave him face up over the bed. You looked at him, playing with the elastic band of his Calvin Klein underwear.

"Can I?", you asked him softly, only for him to chuckle in embarrassment. He nodded lightly, making you smile as he watched your every move. Once his boxers were no longer a burden, you sat on his lap, making him curse as you started moving on top of him. "You'll set the pace", you told him, leaning down to kiss on his lips. And as soon as he aligned his throbbing erection to your entrance and slowly entered you, he swore he could see the stars. With his hands on your hips, he commanded you to go slowly, as you both moaned out how good it felt. Nice and slow, an expression you hadn't known before, certainly became your favorite after that night. And you kept kissing through the whole thing.

Because that's how much you loved each other.

After that steamy moment, you laid next to him after he helped you cleanse, your body holding his closely as he kept your hand in his heart and his arms surrounded you, one of his hands playing with your hair. He looked at you adoringly, unable to find fitting words to how beautiful you looked to his eyes in that moment. You closed your eyes for a few minutes, listening to his calm, steady breath and feeling his heart beating under your hand. For a moment, he even thought you'd fallen asleep, and that made everything ten times better to him. You slowly opened your eyes, finding that adorable smile you loved so much.

You smiled back, looking him in the eyes. "I thought you would be tired", you muttered, caressing his chest lightly. "I'm way too over the clouds to fall asleep right now, Y/N", he replied softly, making you lean over to kiss him lightly again. You looked at the hour in the digital clock that sat on the nightstand, it was 1:27 AM and the party seemed far from over. The music was still as loud as it was when you walked into the room to tend his wounds. You chuckled as you thought about the people you'd left downstairs, "Do you think Jeno and Demi are waiting for us?", you asked Hyuck, making him laugh a little. "Well, I hope they sorted things out if they are. Jeno was quite concerned earlier", he sighed, making you think the situation through.

Demi would leave in just a few days for that summer program, and Jeno would stay for the hockey team's summer camp, which was pretty much mandatory if he planned to keep his place as a headline player in the team. You knew how important he was to the team, but you also knew Jeno loved your best friend more than anything. And you knew for fact distance wasn't compatible with relationships.

"I think Jeno bought that plane ticket in the end", Hyuck shrugged, making you look at him in shock. "What do you mean?", you asked him. "Well, ever since Demi first applied for the program, he talked to the coach about it. Of course, the coach took a while to understand his issues, but as soon as we won the championship again, he gave Jeno the greenlight", he explained you, staring at the ceiling as he spoke. "Mark and I offered to help him with the expenses, and the coach even booked him in a good hockey camp in London", he smiled at the thought. "However, he's held back because he knows how much this means to Demi, and he didn't want her to lose focus because of him. If there's one thing the coach taught us well, was to get our head in the game as soon as we entered the field, and he didn't want to keep her from doing that. But I think Demi and him talked about it today, because he looked happy while talking to the guys before the fight".

You looked at him still in disbelief, making him giggle. "Is there something on my face?", he asked, and you jokingly punched him. "I thought he and Demi would break up! How could you know about all of this and not tell me?", he giggled and held you close again, as you "fought back", pretending to be angry. "Don't be mad at me, princess. Jeno had his reasons to keep my love for you a secret from Demi, I had mine not to tell you about this", he asked you softly. "They will be having fun in London, you and I will stay here. I think we should join them downstairs if neither one of us can sleep, just so you can have the tea spilled from them".

However, you shook your head. "No, the door is still locked and I still want some sort of compensation for keeping me from knowing my OTP found a way to make it through the challenges of life!", you asked as you grabbed his cheeks, making him smile and sigh. "Say no more", he said, turning the lamp off before kissing you again.

Happy Valentine’s season, everyone! If you love someone, let them know.

#haechan #nct haechan #nct dream #nct 127 #nct #lee donghyuck #nct lee haechan #nct lee donghyuck #nct haechan fluff #fluff #kpop valentines day #theravengoddess #I MISS YOU UNIVERSE

[rosyerim]

bad boy au | na jaemin

na jaemin, the notorious playboy of his school

literally flirts his way out of trouble

his english teacher caught his cheating during his test and what did jaemin do? wink and slide the paper up his sleeves

“ah you must be mistaken i would never cheat on a test! esp w a teacher as pretty as you ♥ ~(◠‿◕✿)”

cue the teacher blushin and letting him off and jeno laughing at him getting caught

part of the dreamie squad obviously 

the whole group of them are absolute hearthrobs

but jaemin is like the leader ever since mark graduated ot7(╥﹏╥)o

whenever he walks down the hall or into class, guaranteed the students are squealing and highkey blushing

i mean who isn’t, jaemin is a god???

he’s also known for playing around w girls and boys

its never too serious as jaemin always cuts it off when if they say i love you

homeboy isn’t about that committed life

which sucks for the ppl he has a thing with

because he treats them so good

always taking them out on the cutest dates, to the newest cafe, the aquarium, the ice cream shop even simple dates in the park!!

 pulling out their chair for them, holding the door open for them all that gentleman ish!!

but they always want more from jaemin

jaemin is known to be affectionate w his own friends but he’s never done any pda with his flings

which confuses them bc??does jaemin like me?? 

the answer is; no

despite what he says while flirting he rarely means any of it, he just likes the reactions he gets like,

when he compliments them and they turn red

or he holds their hand and they get all shy

but he loses interest in them as quickly as he gets it and is quick to cut it off

which does make him a bit of an asshole in that sense

but he does it in such a nice way they can’t get mad

he also dyes his hair so!!much!! 

how hasn’t it fallen out yet!!!

also kind of a stoner

psa; dont do drugs kids if ur underage!! this is just an au!!!

he likes to get faded behind the abandoned carnival the dreamies have dubbed as their hangout

its rlly just a closed down amusement park thats rlly old and they just spray painted DREAM on everything they could find but the dreamies love the eerie feeling they get in ther and like to pretend they own it

AND theirs no cops around so they can do what they like

which usually means getting crossfaded or having the occasional bonfire/party but most of the time they just get a truckload of candy and challenge each other on pokemon w their nintendos lol

he also likes the feeling of his surroundings being numb and always ends up falling asleep after he finishes a blunt

which leaves a sleepy and clingy jaemin stuck w the rest of the dreamies

jaemin doesn’t let himself smoke around his flings as he doesn’t trust them nearly as much as his boys

lowkey has trust issues

but once he gets his daily dose of coffee, like 3000 shots of espresso he is A W A K E

the dreamies are the worst for almost getting in trouble

when it gets dark they usually hop on their bikes, grab two bottles of spray paint each, and go on into their neighbourhood, whilst playing obnixous dubstep from their speakers

and cause total chaos 

they always leave dogs barking and house lights turning on in their wake as they cycle like mad men down the empty streets, streaking the road with luminous pinks and greens

they get the biggest thrill out of being chased by the local police

whenever the hear the telltale siren they all whoop and laugh in unison, shouting out bets on who will get caught first chenle and who’ll get back to the hangout first renjun

it’s dangerous but they get a real kick out of it and always make sure to tweet about and post it on ig

overall jaemin is jus your average bad boy who likes causing havoc

but who doesn’t like havoc?? 

you, my dear reader :))

you had just moved house and into a completely new neighborhood

 it was your fifth day in your new home and you missed your old area a lottt

and you were highkey bitter bc you didn’t want to move but your parents made you >:((

so sunday night rolls around and you were chilling in bed, watching some dumb yt video when all of sudden in the distance you heard,,,thumping,,,

like really ugly but rhythmic thumping,,,

and it was getting louder and closer to your house

so you being all investigative, throw on your hoodie and waddle on downstairs and open your front door, the porch light turning on automatically

and what you saw was a sight

there were a group of boys cycling up and down your street, attempting to do tricks like wheelies???and shit

but as they did their tricks they were spraying the ground so they left a lot of squiggly lines as they turned and jumped

you didn’t mind that, you thought it was actually kind of pretty

but what wasn’t pretty was that hideous music

you were pretty sure they were playing that im blue dabdeeda song but a dubstepped remix version 

and god it was awful

but you kinda assumed they must have gona tone deaf bc they were screeching the lyrics to the tops of the voices and one tall kid was trying to freestyle to it

yeah, they were a sight

 you noticed none of the neighours had come outside which meant this was a normal occurrence??

oh no, you were not having this

without a second thought you shoved your feet into your uggs by the door and stomped your little butt over to the group of screaming boys

one of the boys who was on his phone on his bike, noticed you storming towards them and quickly hit another guy next to him and so on

until all their attention was on you

all six of them 

if it were your old neighbourhood you would have been flustered at their attention on you and they were good looking and you were wearing an,,,odd attire

but you didn’t care

once you reached them you just crossed your arms

“whose playing the music?”

they kinda looked at you as if you spoke another language

until you arched an eyebrow and the tall kid from earlier raised his hand, holding his phone 

“uh,,, i am,,, i’m jisung,,,”

you marched over to him and swiped his phone, ignoring the laughing from one of the boys, scrolling thru his horrible choice of songs

then one of them tapped you on ur shoulder

“so like,,who are you? whats your deal sis?”

you noted he had quite an ugly bowlcut that was also bright red and you just rolled your eyes, before typing in a decent song in jisungs phone

another kid stepped forward and tried to look menacing as he stood up slightly taller in front of you

“like haechan asked,,what’s your deal? do you know who we are?”

you scoffed and clicked on the song, feeling satisfied as frank oceans song ivy played through the speaker

“frankly i don’t care who you guys are but your taste in music is shit and you all sound obnoxious”

homeboy who tried to seem tough was lowkey shook

and haechan just laughed really sarcastically 

“our music taste is shit? your outfit is a mess” 

your outfit was literally a large hoodie and uggs but like??your mom bought them and u liked them!!

“my mess of an outfit is worth more than that tragic cheap dye job you got ontop of your scalp smh”

haechan just gaped at you while the boys tried to hide their snickers 

you were about to leave before another one of them stepped forward, stretching out his hand

“yo you’re kinda funny, i’m renjun!” 

u just stared at his hand 

“yeah cool i dont care, bye”

ohhhh cold

you had stalked off from them ignroing their oooo savages behind you, ready to slip back into bed highkey proud of yourself 

BUT

not so fast

suddenly your met with a really smiley face with pink hair

he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it giving you his usual, heart stopping smile

“i don’t think i’ve seen you before...i’m jaemin and its very nice to meet you (◕‿-)“

but you are not liking his large ass smile

you rip your hand back and just arch your eyebrow again at him

“are you all actually deaf? I am y/n, and I do not care! goodnight!” 

and off you storm, this time actually making it to your door

you spare one more glance at them as you’re closing it 

and the group are almost crying bc they’re laughing so hard at jaemin whose looking over at you 

and he just winks at as u slam the door shut 

damn reader, ur wildt

once you’re back in your room you hear the group disappearing down the street, smiling as you hear frank ocean’s voice float away slowly

you peak out your window to see if they’re all gone but what you see leaves your mouth gaping

there in a mix of luminous pink and greens, spelled out in capitals is

TILL NEXT TIME Y/N ♥

there was gona b a next time??? oh no poor you ;)

#nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct imagines #nct au #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #nct headcanons #jaemin headcanons

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5:01PM fluff

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[lublycho]

The sun, the earth, the moon.

𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷: 🌼

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, lots of angst and lots of fluff

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 10k+

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: swearing, mentions of a little blood, also this is heavily uneditted because I’m posting this at 5am so excuse the poor grammar

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Haechan is the sun. You are the earth. And you just can’t stop coming in between him and his moon.

Science says there is only one sun in our solar system. It is the ball of fire that hangs over our heads, following us as we move on about our days. A solace in the winter winds, a menace in the blistering summer, the sun never leaves, except when it must shelter itself behind the moon. The people around you say the sun is warm and kind. It is welcoming and mirthful. Science says the sun is always angry. It is an unkind host and it scorches people who get too close. Who look too close. 

You believe in science. Everyone does. Or at least, everyone did. 

Things changed when Lee Haechan came into view. Who was Lee Haechan? Oh, he had many names, as he was many things. He was called the nightingale for his beautiful, dulcet voice. A playboy for his way around people who got too close to him. For you, he was just a pain in the ass. But the people who loved him-an alarming majority of students at your school-called him the sun. 

At first it was a simple word play on his name. But the farther the name travelled, the more logic it lost. Ultimately, the name became a thing associated with Haechan. It became him. 

Haechan was the sun, yes. But the kind of sun he was, you weren’t sure. He was wild and furious. He sang, but only for whom he wanted to. He breathed and lived to his own accords. He loved little, but the moon. But the moon didn’t love him back. Not in the way he wanted it to. The moon loved you instead. It cherished and confided in you. 

But the sun was wrathful, and its wrath was in Haechan. And so the sun hated you. And you had to hate him, whether you liked it or not. He hated you in many ways, some subtle while others blatant. He hated you at his home and in your school, and he hated you more as he boarded the bus to school, glaring at the only empty seat beside you. 

You weren't sure why he even bothered with the glare anymore. You and Haechan were the last two people the bus picked up, so it was quite obvious that you would end up sitting together. It wasn't the best thing, but the only alternative was standing. You had tried that once, just to avoid your proximity to Haechan. The cramps that jostled up your leg after that bitter experience were enough to keep you from doing it again.

Haechan stomped his way towards the back of the bus, lingering for a second. He was deciding whether the pain of standing through the ride was worth the luxury of avoiding you. He held a suspended handle, gave a weary sigh and then trudged towards you, thinking against it. 

“Morning Haechan,” you greeted him with a wry smile. He smiled back, flashing his middle finger at you before slumping down on the empty seat. Giving a slight kick to your bag by your legs, he placed his own on top of it, sheltering it from the dusty flooring. The scowl on his face spoke volumes of his annoyance with you, but it was undoubtedly deeper today. And you knew why. 

Apparently, he and Yeji, one of your good friends and the moon of Haechan’s day and night, had a romantic fallout last night. And apparently it was because of you. Yeji, being the good friend she was, had spent most of the night at your place, helping you with your upcoming project. A string of missed calls and texts from Haechan had given her the painful reminder of the date she had gotten awfully late to. It was already half past midnight by then, so not much could be done except a call back to Haechan. It had turned out for the worst, however. The moment Yeji had mentioned she missed the date because she was helping you study, despite your desperate pleas not to, Haechan had gone berserk with the wild profanities he directed at you. It's safe to say the phone did not have to be put on speaker for you to hear it all. 

“You look like you had a rough night,” you said now. Haechan shifted in his seat, unable to get comfortable with you so close. He seemed unfazed by your taunt, but you knew it had hit home by the way he curled his hands into tight fists. 

Sweet old sarcasm had been, to this day, your strongest defense against Haechan’s undue hatred. It had always been your barrier, always the ozone layer of your own personal earth, reflecting the harsh, ravaging sunlight. Nowadays though, you were running short of your sarcasm, and Haechan’s resentment was only growing stronger. Thankfully, you didn't have to make use of it for the rest of the bus ride, and through the tough walk towards the school’s entrance. 

It was still a bit early so the hallways were almost empty, accommodating a small traffic of students that loitered around, digging into their lockers. Yeji wasn't around, but Haechan had already positioned himself in front of her locker. She'd been quite upset with him yesterday so you supposed Haechan was on his way to conjure up some shit apology, which would be accepted on a whim, with a smile and a kiss.

You scoffed. What a stupid girl Yeji was. Sure, she was your good friend, you loved her and she loved you, but you couldn't defend her when it came to her intellect level. She could be a bit foolish when it came to love. Anyone could tell Haechan wasn't exactly in love with her. And she knew too, judging by the fact that she never gave up her friendship with you despite Haechan's tiresome efforts. But at the same time, she wasn't exactly calling quits on him either. It was like they were both playing their own little game of "let's see how much we can torture Y/n with our relationship." And they were both winning. 

Perhaps your defense could be made stronger if you knew the reason for Haechan's hate, you thought, resting your head against your locker. The cold metal soothed your nerves, slowly spreading its chill into your bones. It mocked you with the reason you already knew. 

Haechan wanted someone to blame for the apparent lack of love between him and Yeji. And what better person to blame than you, the girl who keeps stealing Yeji from him, as if she's a mere object and not a full functioning human being. He could hate the earth for coming between him and the moon, and no one could dare say anything against him. Haechan was so accustomed to being everyone's first choice, that to see someone love you more than they loved him was simply revolting for him. Even now, as he leaned against Yeji's locker, looming over Yeji's small, timid figure, you could feel the blame he must be pouring over you, making you the villain of his own despicable love story. 

"You've got to stop ogling her if you want the rumors to die down." You straightened your head, peering up at Renjun. He was grinning down at you, taking his books out of his open locker. Renjun was arguably the most unproblematic person in your life. A best friend, if put bluntly. He had befriended you after Yeji, so he was a degree below her in your best friend meter, but his quirky habits and childish attitude had a special place in your heart. 

"Who cares? The rumors aren't true," you said.

  Months ago, someone had started the rumors that you had a big fat crush on Yeji, and that you basically did some voodoo magic to make her so obsessed with you. Neither of the two statements were true, but some people at school had picked it up as their new entertainment, bringing up the rumors whenever they wanted to embarrass you. 

That someone was, undoubtedly, Haechan. You never had enough evidence to piece it all together but it was there, the obviousness of it all. 

"You know that. I know that. The others? They don't know that," Renjun said, closing his locker behind him as he hugged his chemistry book.

You shook your head, pulling open your locker. "Fuck the others," you said, absentmindedly poking your hand inside the small compartment. You stopped when your hand glided against the slick walls, quickly retreating it. Your hand came away drenched in what seemed to be a very stubborn glue, clinging to your hands like a magnet. You craned your neck to take a look inside your locker, only to find your books had met a similar fate. Your mouth fell open at the destruction, pulse racing as anger scorched your skin. 

Renjun winced by your side. He raked his fingers along the edges of the locker, shaking his head. "Oof. That's gonna take some time to clean up."

Locker pranks were Haechan's most recent way of torturing you. They were fast, effective and easily got under your skin. In the past week you had fallen victim to them three times, each more vicious than the other. You weren't sure how many times you were going to fall for them this week. 

You darted your wide, fuming eyes to your side, finding the perpetrator smiling back at you. Haechan was still leaning against Yeji's locker, winking at you once before disappearing in the sea of students piling into their classrooms. 

The people at your school said the sun was kind. The people at your school were wrong. The sun was neither warm or kind, nor was it welcoming or mirthful.

The sun was a fucking son of a bitch. 

....................................................................

You confronted Haechan after your third period, hands still coated with the remnants of the glue he had smeared inside your locker. You had tried scrubbing it off four times, twice with soap, but it was a stubborn thing, clinging to your skin as if it was a part of it. 

"This-" you pointed towards your sticky hand, glaring at Haechan as he sat in his seat, arms folded, a smug smile overlapping all emotions, "-is not funny!" 

The students around you instantly tuned in to your outburst, always finding humor in Haechan's pranks against you. Physical damage was where even your sarcasm proved futile. Sarcasm could revive lost honor, it could get under someone's skin and drive them crazy. But sarcasm couldn't scrub glue out of lockers, or hands for that matter. 

"I wasn't trying to be funny. I was just making a point," Haechan said. He glanced at you as if you were a passing thing, unworthy of his precious attention. It made you feel small. 

"Let me make one thing very clear," you began, bringing up a finger to point at him. "I'm tired of you and your stupid pranks. This is not your fucking world, and we're not just living in it. The next time you try to pull a prank on me, I won't hesitate to beat you the fuck up. So stop while I'm still asking nicely." Gritting your teeth, you waited awkwardly for a response. The entire class was silent now, in awe of your small, yet hopefully effective speech. 

"Are you done?" Haechan looked at you. His hazy eyes were bored, as if he was playing a game too easy, too gentle. You flared your nostrils, unconsciously clenching your hands into fists. "No," you replied. You blinked a few times, realizing there really wasn't anything you wanted to add further. "Yes. I'm done," you said. 

"Okay," Haechan sighed, turning to face you. "Let's put it this way Y/n. You stay away from Yeji, I stay away from you. She is my girlfriend, not yours." You could hear a few snickers when he said that. You shot your head towards the rest of the class. The whispered dulled immediately. 

"We're FRIENDS! Have you ever heard the term? Do you have any friends yourself?" you waved your hands in the air, frustrated.

"Fuck off, y/n." Haechan dismissed you with the wave of a hand, leaving you gasping at the sheer disrespect he gave you. 

"No, fuck you Lee Haechan!" You grabbed your glue stained biology book from your table, slamming it as harshly as you could on Haechan's desk. "And I want a fucking refund."

Someone spoke through the school's intercom. You could hear the coordinator's voice blaring in, making important announcements as you collapsed on the chair by your desk. There were a name or two called out, probably for the club recruitments going on. You thought you imagined your name being announced the first time, but the second time you heard it, you were sure you hadn't misheard it. 

"I repeat," the announcer said, "Lee Haechan and Y/n Y/l/n are requested in the principal's office. Immediately."

You glanced at Haechan to see he was just as surprised as you were. With a heavy, defeated sigh, you got up from your seat, almost bumping into Haechan as you both walked towards the principal's office. You hoped it was nothing serious, nothing that would mean sticking around with Haechan. But there were very few occasions on which the principal had called you in for good news. So your hopes were terribly low. 

....................................................................

“Sir, I think this is just a terrible mistake.”

“Yes I agree with Y/n, it’s just a terrible, stupid-”

“-foolish, unreasonable mistake, we have no idea who wrote our names on here.” 

“Exactly, that’s not even my name.”

“Your name is not Lee Haechan?” the principal asked, deadpanning the boy seated across from him. Haechan hesitated, clasping his hands together. “Yes, but like... in a no way,” he said.

For the past fifteen minutes you had been unsuccessfully trying to explain that your names on the application of one of the volunteer clubs was a mistake. A terrible, stupid mistake. But your principal, the sturdy old man with a scowl for a face, had been completely dismissing your protests. 

“Sir, no offense but neither of us signed up for any clubs, and don't intend to be involved in them either.” You licked your lips, hoping the man would get the point. He only clicked his tongue, sighing as he leaned forward. 

“I have forwarded your names to the presidents of the volunteer club, now I honestly don't care if you've had a change of heart. You’re reporting to the club meeting after recess or you’re getting a demerit for not sticking to your commitments.” The principal’s voice was stern, commanding even. It was as if all your explanations and outcries were thrown out the window. You could hear Haechan fuming beside you. You felt no less angry yourself.

Neither of you could afford a demerit. You had gotten two already; one for skipping class and the other for staying absent from school without submitting an application for your leave. A third would just mean getting kicked out of school altogether. Haechan, on the other hand, had a clean record. And he intended to keep it clean.

“Sir if you just-” Haechan tried to speak, but the principal held up his hand in disapproval.

“The club or a demerit, the choice is yours.” He glanced at you both. “Now get to class.”

It was obvious neither you nor Haechan were risking a demerit, so you made your way towards the art room-the base of the volunteer club-immediately after recess. You had eventually come to terms with the idea, only hoping you would be assigned something easy. Maybe the club could keep you away from Haechan, you thought, almost forgetting for a second that he had been forced to join it too. 

Haechan was already in the art room when you walked in. He was lost in conversation with a fellow student, his face devoid of the scowl it carried a little while ago. He seemed to be warming up to the whole club thing, too. You weren't sure if it was a good thing.

“Hey, are you Y/n?” 

You turned to your left, staring up at the boy who had asked the question. Jaemin, the president of the volunteer club, stood smiling beside you, waiting for an answer.

“Yes,” you nodded. “That’s me.”

Jaemin clasped his hands together. “Great! We were just waiting for you!”

Jaemin was a little too excited, constantly fidgeting his hands by his side as he led you inside. Every club president was just as enthusiastic to welcome new members. He was probably going to be disappointed, though. The first time you had ever gotten into a club, you ended up quitting a week later. You were difficult to work with, everyone said. Difficult, stubborn, persistent. Too opinionated, one person had said. Maybe if you did poorly on your job Jaemin would kick you out of the club himself.

“So guys, first of all, welcome to the club, we’re glad to have you here!” Jaemin clapped, the sound echoing through the otherwise empty room. He beckoned you towards a chair around a elongated table, uncomfortably close to Haechan and the boy he was talking to. The chair screeched when you dragged it, making Haechan wince at the sound. You glowered at him before settling down. 

"I'm not going to waste your time on introductions or anything, because if you're here, the principal must've given you a head up on how we work." Jaemin beamed up at you.

Not really, you thought, but you ended up nodding anyways. Haechan was about to speak, probably something about how joining the club wasn't really our own choices, judging by the scowl overlapping his face. You gave him a slight nudge with your foot, glancing at him with your lip pressed together. He closed his mouth immediately. 

Jaemin scanned the clipboard in his hands. “Unfortunately for now, all volunteer activities are full…” 

Great. No activities, no club. You could go back to class now. 

Your feet touched the ground, hands bracing the seat to make a speedy exit.

“...Except the crossing guard duty," Jaemin announced. He scribbled something down on the clipboard. “And Chenle is handling that part right now.” He passed it over to Chenle, the boy beside Haechan. 

“What’s a crossing guard?” Haechan asked. He wasn't sharing the same annoyance you had. In fact he hadn't shown you a single look of vexation ever since your talk with the principal. You wondered if he was the one who had written your names on the club list. 

“Oh it's like a lollipop lady.” Chenle answered. 

You hoped your disappointment wasn't obvious in the way your face fell, dulling down into an ugly frown. 

“What’s a lollipop lady?” Haechan asked again. It was obvious he was having a little too much fun with the situation. You raised your chin, squinting a little too hard the next time your eyes met his. 

Chenle looked up at the ceiling, humming as he tried to explain the concept to Haechan. "Umm they are these crossing guards who help elementary school kids cross roads and make sure they get home safely."

"Wow, sounds fun. Right Y/n?” Haechan draped a hand around your shoulder, giving it a harsh shake. You almost toppled over in your seat, grabbing the hand rests to steady yourself. 

“Yeah, it sounds super fun.”

You were going to kill Haechan. You were going to barge into his house at night and strangle him in his sleep. And then you were going to dump his body in a river.

Your eyes crinkled at the corner. Your voice was here, in the art room, but your mind had already killed Haechan in a hundred different ways. 

“That's the kind of spirit we're looking for.” Jaemin rubbed his hands together, earnestly communicating with Chenle to assign you your first tasks. You pushed Haechan's hand away from your shoulders. He raised an eyebrow, but you ignored him, waiting as Jaemin and Chenle worked something out between themselves. 

You took the spare time to look around the art room. For all the beauty the students created in here, the place was still hideous to the core. It’s beige walls were splattered with a spectrum of colors. Red, blue, orange, green. Like a painting gone awry, the room resided in its beastlines. The few painted canvases hung by the windows seemed like an attempt at reviving the room’s long lost beauty,  but they could do little to overshadow the general emotion of dislike the room evoked at first glance. 

The farthest wall to your right , the one harboring a stash of tables piled up to form a miniature mountain, was a sight for sore eyes amidst the wild mess of mismatched paintings. With a backdrop of the galaxy itself, the wall was painted with deep purple around the edges, the saturation of the color multiplying towards the center. A splash of white suspended stars across the scene, adding a tinge to the night sky. Two circles of silver and gold were in the sky, gathering shadows along their smoothly drawn perimeters. The sun and the moon. Side by side. 

Whoever had painted the picture had a knack for the arts. But they were either terribly behind in their physics lessons, or had disregarded them entirely. The sun and the moon could never coincide. It was always one behind the other, one obscuring the power of the other.

“Y/n?”

You squinted your eyes at the corner of the wall. There was a small signature painted in the bottom right nook, but the part of the wall had started to come off, collecting on the ground in solidified white pieces of dried paint.

“Y/n?!” 

Someone snapped their fingers in front of you. You blinked away from the wall. Jaemin was looking at you, that stupid grin persisting on his face.

“Are you ready to hear your first assignment?” 

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You were pretty sure elementary school kids were supposed to at least be big enough to reach your knees. But the six kids you had gathered up outside the elementary school were definitely too small to even be in school yet.

“Why are they so small?” you mumbled to yourself.

“They’re kids.” You were surprised Haechan had heard you. “They’re supposed to be small.” You could see him roll his eyes, but you didn’t heed to his cavalier attitude.

He was busy adjusting his neon jacket, a pair of which was given to you by Chenle for the guard duty. It was meant to solidify your posts, to make things a bit official. But you were sure it was mostly meant to act as an explanation to passerbyers for having so many children trailing behind you. 

The jacket had come around your shoulders easily, but the neon belt had been stubborn. It did eventually come around your waist with a slight tug, but at the cost of sucking your belly in. On the other hand, Haechan’s belt was refusing to click around his waist, its length catching at his sides and going no farther.  No matter how hard he tried, the small belt just wouldn’t tie by his hip. 

You eyed him, and then the kids that were waiting to follow you. You knew what Haechan was doing wrong with the belt. There was a buckle towards its middle, which, upon unfastening, added a few inches to it. Haechan’s fingers had grazed it several times now, but each time he had overlooked it, preferring to make a fool of himself by hurling curses at the belt. 

You snatched the belt from his hand, sweat pouring at your forehead from the blistering sun. Haechan was about to snatch it back, but then you pointed at the extra buckle and he brought a meek hand to scratch his head, wondering how he hadn't seen it. You brought it around his waist, deliberately buckling it up a tad bit tighter to make him suck in a harsh breath. He grunted, mumbling a small thank you before turning to the kids, eyes bright, lips wrinkling in a whole-hearted smile. “Okay kids, let’s line up.”

He moved around the kids until they were forming a uniform line. He personally helped them place their hands on the subsequent person’s shoulders, making sure the human train was free of flaws. For all his faults, Haechan sure did know his way around kids. You were thankful he had taken on the task to collect the kids, and given you a small map to handle the navigation part of the job. 

“Remember, we don’t want to lose each other, or break the line. This girl right here-” He gestured towards you. “-is the scariest witch around here, and she likes to eat children who don't follow rules. So no rule breaking, okay kids?”

The kids quickly nodded their heads. Haehchan moved to the front of the pack, leading you all away and, towards the main street. 

You paid no heed to his words, realizing this was going to be your life for sometime now. Get tortured by Haechan’s pranks in the morning, pestered by his sharp tongue in the afternoon, and relive it all over again in your dreams at night. You tried not to think of what new prank he must have reserved for tomorrow. Maybe he’d fill your locker with glue again. He got a good reaction out of it, so it wouldn't be a surprise if the tough glue made a reappearance sometime soon. Still, for all the torture you endured, it was hard to think a boy who looked and spoke like him could be so evil. Even now as he spoke to the children, skipping along with them, making them smile and laugh with his stupid words, you doubted he was the same boy who had smiled so evilly at you in the hallway. 

You almost bumped into the child in front of you when Haechan made an abrupt stop, disturbing the sullen flow. There was a crossroad ahead, accomodating a sluggish traffic of small trucks and an occasional car. Haechan had stopped by the edge of the sidewalk, wondering how to cross the road ahead. 

“Do you think we should blow the whistle?” Haechan turned back to you. He flattened his palm, placing it over his eyebrows to shield his eyes from the irradiant sunlight. You glanced at the shiny silver whistle hanging by your neck, regarding it was only meant to be used to silence the kids if necessary, as instructed by Chenle. 

You shook your head. “Nah, the stop sign should be enough.”

Other than the two jackets, Chenle had also given you a circular red sign-board that displayed a large, wobbly ‘stop’ written over it in white, grim font. It was nothing official and looked as if it was made overnight with clumsy hands. 

You walked over to Haechan, holding the board over your head as Chenle had instructed.

“Hold it high above your head,” he had said. “The drivers around here can be very stubborn, so make sure it strikes them in the eyes. Metaphorically speaking.”

“It’d be fun to blow the whistle though.” Haechan’s eyes sparkled in mischief as you waited to make your move with the board clutched tightly in your hands. You pursed your lips, scowling when Haechan cocked his head to a side.

“I’m not giving you my whistle.” 

A car whistled past the road ahead, a flurry of tucks hot on its heels. You waited for an opening to cross the road, flinching when Haechan tried to grab the whistle from your neck.

“I just want to blow it once!”

You batted his hand away. It was as if the sweltering heat wasn't enough of a pesturance that Haechan had decided to act like a galling three year old too. You were surprised by his audacity to be so frank with you, considering how you were at each other’s throats just moments ago. If his frankness meant treating you like a decent human being, it would not have been a bother, but since it only meant more pesterance, you couldn't quite welcome the attitude.

“No!”

Haechan reached forward to try and grab the whistle. You crouched, covering the whistle with a hand to keep it out of his reach. You could hear the kids laugh as the clash between you and Haechan unfolded. 

“Just…” Haechan reached between your hands. “...Give me….” With a grunt, he twisted the string around the whistle, bumping into you in the process. “...The whistle!”

You lost your balance for a second, your body falling to the ground by the awfully strong pull of gravity. Haechan grabbed you by the shoulder, saving you from the fall and taking advantage of your position to snatch the whistle from your neck. You struck your hand at his hand, yelping when it grazed against the sharp metal. 

Quickly, you retracted your hand, assessing the skin where the pain had sprung. You winced when a tiny cut gradually overlapped your forefinger, discharging a meagre amount of blood. Drop after drop the blood began to coat your finger, catching Haechan’s eyes and cutting short his little victory dance.

“Oh,” he reached for your hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You yanked your hand away from his grip, disgusted by the touch of his skin on yours. “You didn’t mean to, but you did anyway! Like always!” you spat, sucking at the wound to stop the bleeding. 

Haechan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, biting his lips. He had not meant to hurt you. He was just playing around. It was all he ever did. Play around and then end up hurting you in the worst ways possible. You thought he hated you, and you weren't wrong. But most of his hate was not for you, but for the fact that it had become an expectation to hate you. The students at his school, the people he called his friends, hell even Yeji herself had grown accustomed to this little cat and mouse chase between you and him. The fear of you stealing Yeji from him came second to the fear of him failing other people’s expectations. He just didn't like not being what others expected him to be. 

Still, causing you pain was never his intention. And all through the exhausting walk around the neighbourhood, he kept convincing himself that the wound had been your own fault, trying to bridge the chasm between guilt and his ego. He wanted to give apologizing a shot, after the kids had been dropped by their neighbourhood, but you weren't ready to listen. He had to find some other way to apologize, and he had to make it work. And he knew just the thing he had to do.

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The next day you braced yourself before opening your locker. With any good luck, it would be empty, except for the residue of glue adhering to its walls. But if you knew anything about Haechan, it was that he was unpredictable. No matter how many times he had tried apologizing to you yesterday, you know the remorse in him would outlive the day. 

You took a deep breath, tensing your muscles as you pulled the latch open. 

The locker was just as you had left it yesterday. Nothing was disarranged. The dried glue had hardened against the inner walls, slightly peeling off as you continued your inspection. A parcel covered in parchment paper was the only thing that stood out of place. It was strategically placed in the center of the locker, capturing your attention at first glance. 

You hesitated, hands wavering as you pulled the parcel out. The parchment tore off with a weak tug of your fingers, falling off of the books it was covering beneath it. You furrowed your eyebrows, turning the three books in your hands. They were brand new copies of your course books—the ones destroyed by the glue—carefully preserved in a layer of glistening talc sheet. A small card made with white paper was taped to the top of the bundle, tucked halfway under the plastic sheet. In black cursive font, it read: 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓃𝒹.

There was another word written after it, but was disfigured by am ugly scratch of black ink. It was unreadable but you thought you knew what it meant. 

You looked to your left. Haechan was standing by his open locker, peering at you discreetly. Upon your notice, he casually plucked out his books, under false hopes that you didn't see the smile on his face as he walked away, towards class.

Your face broke into a grin. This was a tiny step, first of many, taken by Haechan to curb his hostility towards you. He had, initially, wanted to sneak in a little bandage along with the books. But upon second thought, he had settled with just the books, thinking the bandage would take things a bit over the top. 

After school, when you two were waiting to collect the kids, you had tried thanking him. He successfully dodged the topic every time, talking about everything ranging from his favorite tv show to the unpleasant weather. You figured Haechan wasn't one for thank yous, so you didn't push the matter. He had thought well for you. For once, that was enough. 

The following days followed the same pattern. But things were getting better between you and Haechan. The extra duty was keeping you both away from Yeji, so there couldn't be any complaints you could make against each other. Haechan had fully taken over the interacting with the kids part of the job, leaving you to lead the way and control the traffic. 

You were good at the job. Pretty good, actually. When Jaemin called you two to discuss a possible change of duties, you had turned down the offer. Haechan’s hate for you was getting milder by the day, the heat of his sunlight dulling to a warm caress, and you weren't going to bail out on the progress you were making. Like the wound on your finger, your relationship seemed to be healing. You weren't in the no hate zone yet. But with tiny steps, you were getting there.

“You sure there were seven kids on the list?” you asked him one day, after you had safely moved the kids to their neighbourhood. 

“Yes,” Haechan said. He rubbed an agitated hand over his face. “We’ve been doing this for weeks and you don't know how many children we tow everyday?”

“I thought there were six.”

“Well I read the list again and we’re missing one kid.”

“Do you think we left them at school?” you asked. You were sitting on a curb at the end of a desolate street, the stop sign-board abandoned by your side.

“We should probably check.”

Your journey back to the school was unavailing. The school had been emptied for while now, and only a stale wind loitered around the colossal building, bearing the weight of the hollowness. Still, you checked around the premise, giving special attention to the playground at its back. Haechan accompanied you in the search, looking in unusual places.

“Haechan, we’re looking for a kid, not a bug,” You said when you saw him turning up a rock to look under it. He shook his head, as if he himself wasn't sure what he was doing.

“You should honestly check the list again,” You peered around the trees that curled up behind the school, stretching out to the neighbourhood on the other side.

“I told you, I’ve already read it…” Haechan’s voice dwindled behind you. There was the scrunch of a paper behind you, a little shuffle before you glanced back at him. He looked at you, lips pursed.

“What is it Haechan?” You clenched your jaw. 

Haechan blinked his eyes, avoiding your gaze. “What if I told you I read the list and there weren't seven kids on it after all?” He sheepish smiled, shrugging to numb your anger. 

“I will kill you.” You rested your hands on your hips, surprisingly not angry at Haechan. This was weird. Had he done this a week earlier, you knew you would’ve tackled him to the ground in a second. Your tranquility at the situation was peculiar and unwelcomed. But not completely shunned.

“What if I buy you dinner?” Haechan asked, raising an eyebrow.

You considered his offer. You were starved. He was starved. A little food wasn't going to hurt no one.

“I suppose I won’t kill you then.”

Haechan smiled. It was a real smile, not the sarcastic one he was tired of giving you. You wanted to smile back, but the thought that you might be going crazy kept you from doing so. No need to put your guard down so soon.

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There were many things Haechan found out about you over the course of the past week. But the fact that you were an extremely picky eater, he found out today.

"...no pickles,  no mushrooms and absolutely no olives, thank you." 

You were detailing your order to the waiter, repeating yourself so he won't get it mixed up. Haechan had already ordered himself a simple meal, with far less formalities. He was a simple boy, had always been one. And you were a difficult girl, slowly starting to unwind. And quite suspiciously, Haechan found himself liking every piece of yourself you unfolded. 

"What?"

Haechan blinked. You were staring at him, and he realized he was staring at you. He dipped his head down hiding the warmth that scattered on his face. 

“Nothing...Just wondering if you're always this picky with your food.” He raised an eyebrow, satisfied with his cover up.

“I have terrible allergies.” You puckered your lips, displeased by his comment.

Great, Haechan thought. I’ve offended her again. He kept quiet for a while, debating what to talk about in the cacophony of the diner you were in. 

“So…How do you know this place?” you asked. You glanced around at the small restaurant. It was situated on the outskirts of your town, a little beyond your own neighbourhood. At first when Haechan had led you to the secluded area, you were almost certain he was about to murder you. But when the small neon sign of the diner had appeared on the horizon, you had taken a breath of relief.

“I came here with Yeji a few times,” Haechan answered, frowning as if the memories of being here with Yeji left a sour taste in his mouth.

For a second you almost forgot Yeji existed. The past week had been so exhausting that you barely had time to talk to her in school, let alone when you were outside. You found it quite funny, that in a way, you were still stealing Yeji from Haechan. You were keeping them apart, pleading guilty to Haechan’s accusations. Except that this time Haechan had no issue with the distance you were putting between him and his sweetheart, almost making him confused about his own feelings. Did he really love her? Or was it just the need to make her love him more than she loved you that had driven him towards her? 

Of course I love her, he told himself every night as he recalled the events of the day. It was hard to believe his own words, especially since you were all he could remember. You taking charge as he messed with the kids behind your back. You scolding him for messing up your hair. You smiling when he gave the kids nicknames. You letting him walk you home. You, you, you. It was all you. And he should have been bothered by it. And he wasn't. And It was as scary as it was exciting.

He looked at you now, trying to conjure even a sliver of the hate he had borne for you. His mind came away blank. He tried again, and he found himself dazed by the way you spoke. He couldn't even hear you, his ears filtering all noise until snatching his sense of hearing away altogether. 

"What are we?"

His hearing came back in a flurry. Haechan shook his head, clapping his hand over his mouth. Stupid, he thought. What kind of a stupid, nonsensical question was that?

"What… do you mean?” You gave a small laugh. Blinking your eyes, you waited for him to elaborate.

The waiter came back with your food, setting it on the table along with your drinks. He hoped it would serve as distraction from the topic, but you were still eagerly looking at him long after the waiter was gone.

He cleared his throat. “I mean, we're definitely not enemies. We don’t hate each other. I, at least don't, hate you anymore. So like, what does that make us?”

“I don't know. Maybe friends is the term you are looking for?” you offered.

Not quite, Haechan thought. He nodded anyway. 

He raised his glass, filled to the brim with soda. "Here's to being friends."

Your eyes sparkled, finding the idea of being friends oddly exciting. You clinked your glasses together, drinking up the laughter in the air. 

Haechan got a little too drunk that night. 

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Haechan didn't know what he was doing in the park with Yeji. It was 2 o clock. He should've been with you, standing outside the elementary school to collect the kids. He had asked you if it was okay for him to ditch the duty today, to spend some time with Yeji. You had dismissed him with a wave of your hand.

But why was he here? In the stupid park, around stupid people? 

Yeji walked up to Haechan, holding a ring of flowers in her hand. She sat beside him, under the thick canopy of a tree, where the sun wouldn't reach them. 

"Look," she said, holding up the flowers. "I made this for you."

Haechan forced a smile, dipping his head  so Yeji could place it on his head. When he raised his head again, Yeji noticed the wrinkles lining his forehead. 

"Is everything okay?" she asked. 

Other than the fact that I might be falling for the person I had a strong dislike for, yes, everything's perfect. 

"Yeah… I'm just worried for Y/n." 

Haechan rested his head against the bark of the tree.

"Why? I thought she was good at handling the kids?" Yeji raised an eyebrow, curling up against him. 

Haechan laughed. He recalled that one day you had picked a fight with one of the kids—rosy, he had nicknamed her, for she was always wearing red—over a kids TV show. He had ended up buying you an ice cream to help you calm down, and even after that you were still ranting about the lack of respect kids nowadays had for their elders. 

"To be honest, she's better with the traffic and It's quite interesting actually, how confident she is with the job."

Was this an actual complaint he had given you? Yeji thought she would never live to see the day when you and Haechan got along. Yet, here she was, unaware that the sparks between you were slaves to just a few weeks of working together.

"What else do you find interesting about her?" Yeji's anxiety had piqued. It was true that she had wanted you and Haechan to get along. Somehow she always knew that you would click better with Haechan than she ever had. You two were too stubborn, too hot headed, too similar. Maybe it was better that Haechan was drifting away from her on his own. Yeji had grown tired of Haechan's childish attitude, and had been meaning to break up with him when the opportunity came by. And now that it was here, the perfect opportunity to peacefully part ways with the boy, jealousy overcame her. 

"I'd tell you if there was one thing," Haechan said. "But there are too many. She has a habit of playing weird tunes with this whistle we got for our guard duty. The kids absolutely love it. I absolutely love it. Y/n is extremely conscious about her hair so she freaks out whenever I touch even a strand. I always manage to mess it up and then she chases me around the neighbourhood until one of us gets tired and falls onto the curb. Oh! And she also has this weird habit of sleeping with her mouth open. Once on our bus ride I literally put my finger in her mouth and she actually sucked on it like a baby. I swear it was the funniest thing ever... "

Haechan was lost. In you, around you, and in himself. He couldn't even register the pain on Yeji's face as she saw him falling in love with her best friend little by little. 

"You're totally in love with her, aren't you?" Yeji mumbled. Haechan's warm was cold beside her, but her heart felt cold northeast. 

"Yeah.... " Haechan's smile faltered. He blinked his eyes, realizing what Yeji had said. "I mean, no," he corrected himself. "Why would you say that?"

Yeji laughed. "I'm just joking."

Haechan gave a small, nervous laugh. Why she had said such a thing was concerning. And why Haechan had given her an affirmative reply was even more concerning. 

He turned to the sky, hoping the warmth would numb the bitter coldness Yeji radiated. 

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You weren't falling in love with Haechan. You were sure you weren't.

It was almost recess when Renjun had forcefully shook you, cutting off the montage of compliments you were throwing at Haechan. He had held you by the shoulders, making you pause for a second as he broke the news to you. “You’re in love, my friend,” he had announced, eyes dreamily gazing at you. 

Your pulse had raced at the thought. At first it felt like someone had set fireworks in your chest, making your skin tingle with excitement. But then the realization hit you like a big, speedy truck. Haechan was dating Yeji. Your best friend, who you hadn't talked to in days, but that didn't really matter right now. 

To fall in love with Haechan would be like treason against the whole idea of friendship. The most awful, ugly kind of treason. Yeji had always been good to you, always the first to support you and defend you. Even as Haechan had basically pestered her to stop being friends with you, she had never complied with his nonsensical request. 

But Yeji wasn't the one walking you home every day. She wasn't the one who struck up conversations with your mother from outside your porch, complimenting her in the ways she loved the most. Above all, Yeji wasn't the person you loved. She was your friend, and nothing more. And somehow that was worse. 

Things between her and Haechan were often rocky, even without your interference. They would fight, make up, stretch the ceasefire for a short time before starting all over again. But that couldn't justify your feelings. 

And that's what Yeji had tried explaining to you, the day you blurted out the untimely confession. It had slipped out—the simple fact that you had fallen in love with Haechan—while Yeji was talking about how much he had come to like the time he had spent with you. 

She was taken aback at first, pausing as she took the information in. The good, sensible part of her wanted to tell you that it was okay. She wanted to tell you that this was what she had expected would happen when she jotted down yours and Haechan's name on the volunteer club list, unwillingly pairing you two together. 

"Y/n… you can't be in love with him," she said instead. "How can you love the guy who started all those stupid rumors about you? The guy who was your worst enemy just weeks ago? Come on. Think practically." 

Yeji knew Haechan hadn't started the rumors about you. But you didn't. She had merely taken advantage of your undue suspicions. 

You pondered over it. Yeji was right. You were wrong. Maybe you had mistaken momentary affection for love. Yes, that was it. You were just mistaken. 

That's what you told yourself the next day, as Haechan was walking you home. You had been talking about the upcoming prom, a topic you had no particular interest in. You had no intention of going to prom, and you had covered that up under the false pretense of not having a date. 

"You could go with me," Haechan had said. You were standing outside your house now, the winking porch lights illuminating Haechan's skin and eyes alike. His hand was in yours. You weren't sure when it had come to clasp it, but you knew you wanted to feel more of his skin on yours. Where your body was cold, rigid with apprehension, Haechan's body was warm, and softened with love. 

"Aren't you going with Yeji?"

You had tried gently tugging your hand away but Haechan's grip had only tightened. His thumb grazed your skin, the small gesture making your heart pound. You were sweating profusely when Haechan lazily gazed at you, eyes full of mirth and a little too much love. 

"Yeah… " His voice faltered. You thought you were dreaming when you felt his face nearing yours. This was wrong. This was so, so wrong. You closed your eyes, hoping it would lessen the guilt of what Haechan was about to do. You felt his hand come around your head, slowly untangling something from your hair before bringing it in front of you. 

"It was stuck in your hair."

You opened your eyes. Haechan was holding a small white leaf, his face pulled away from yours. You caught your breath again. His hand was losing grip over yours, slowly getting colder. "I'll see you then." Haechan started to fall back on his heels, about to leave when he had a change of mind. 

"You could still come, even without a date. I mean, I know I'm going with Yeji but it's not like we'll be attached at the hip all night. I could still have one dance with you."

He reached up with a hand, ruffling your hair—something you had scolded him for several times now—before sprinting across the driveway, flashing a grin when you had chosen not to chase him down like you used to. 

That night you slept without any guilt. You dreamed of Haechan's hand in yours, of the warmth he spread in your chest, of the dance he had promised you. And then, you dreamed of Yeji. 

The next morning, you ended up quitting the volunteer club. You hoped putting some distance between you and Haechan would crush your obscene feelings. You wouldn't respond to any of Haechan’s texts, wouldn't give him an explanation for leaving him stranded with the duty of walking six kids home. You wouldn't even talk to him, not until he had caught you by your locker, barring you from walking away from him as he stood in front of you, a thousand questions on the tip of your tongue. 

“Why didn't you tell me you left the club?” His eyes were fuming with anger, hands scalding the skin they touched.

You were quiet for a moment. You were embarrassed, and you were lost. What would you tell him? That you were scared you would end up falling in love with him too hard so you quit the club? You glanced around, at the posters inviting the school to prom the next day, at your feet that seemed a bit too interesting today. You looked at everything but Haechan. 

"Speak to me you idiot!"

You heaved a heavy breath. You turned to look at him, guilt raining down your chest.

"I don't want to, okay?" You glared at him. 

Haechan could tell it was forced. The anger didn't reach your eyes. 

"I don't want to be in that stupid club,  I don't want to be around your stupid, conceited self. I want to go back to hating you and I want to make things easy again."

You were being too harsh. You could feel the hurt on Haechan's face, the flash of panic that spread with his arching eyebrows.

"Why are you acting like this? Is it because I always mess up your hair? Because I won't do it again, I swear!" Haechan chewed onto his lips, chest heaving in frustration.

You took a step back, exhaling through pursed lips. "It's not because of that." 

You hadn't expected Haechan to care this much about you leaving the club. It wasn't like you were too close. Sure, you had become friends. Sure, you were almost even falling in love with him, but that was an unrequited feeling. Unless…

You shook your head. Something was sinking in your chest. It weighed down your lungs, almost asphyxiating you. "It's just that I can't stop being the earth. I'm always coming between the sun and the moon. Breaking you both apart. It's frustrating. We're not supposed to be friends, Haechan. You literally ruined my life with those stupid rumors and here I am, calling you my friend for the past whole month,” 

Haechan cocked his head to a side.  "Huh? What rumors? What are you talking about?" The wrinkle of his nose stretched into a confused grimace.

"Just leave it, " You huffed out. He was never going to understand. He never did, and never would. 

You turned to walk away, almost flinching when Haechan caught you by the wrist, making you face him again.

He gave you a long look, and explained, "I don't know what you're talking about, but I swear, other than those fucked up pranks I pulled on you and-and maybe the occasional banter, I've done nothing to degrade you. I-I care about you, okay? Because....Because…”

Haechan looked to the ground, his tongue dancing around the truth. Just say it, he told himself. Just say the fucking words.

Haechan stared up at you. Your face was expressionless, devoid of love and anger and frustration. It made him lose heart, but he plucked up the courage nonetheless.

“Because I-”

His phone rang in his pocket, stealing his attention. He glanced down at it, grunting in aggravation. When he looked up again, you were gone.

....................................................................

“Y/n, you can not rot in your room forever,” Renjun said, shaking you by the shoulders. You were curled up on a couch in your room, trying to block out the world.  wasn't going well for you, especially since every student at your school was constantly updating their social media, gushing about the fun they were having. You had spent the last hour scrolling through the uploaded pictures, scowling at the drivel pageantry.

It was prom night. The one night you wanted to stay away from more than ever. Prom meant dancing, it meant interacting with people and acting like you cared who got crowned king and queen of the night. None of these things were your strongest fortes. 

You didn't want to dress up and dance yourself to death. You didn't want to face the friends you had been avoiding for days. You would do well with your couch, some food, and maybe Renjun, if he stopped dragging your legs out of the blankets.

He was trying to wheedle his way into making you go to prom with him-in a strictly platonic way-but stubborn as ever, you had stuck with snuggling against your blankets and watching another rerun of your favorite show.

“I’m not going to rot.” You rolled your eyes. Renjun slumped back against the handrest, folding his hands over his chest. 

You flashed a look at the clock. 6:32 pm. 

Great. Only a few hours of torturing yourself and then you could crash into your bed and get a goodnight’s sleep. You sighed. Sleep hasn't exactly been good to you for the past two days. All your absurd dreams had been plagued by Haechan, leaving an aftertaste of regret in the morning. 

He hadn't talked to you since your encounter at school. He had not gotten a chance to. And you were avoiding him further by stalling prom.

“Y/n…” Renjun pushed your legs, whining again.

You groaned, throwing your head back in frustration. You felt bad for Renjun. He had been looking forward to tonight since last month. But it wasn't your fault he hadn't gotten himself a date and assumed you would be up for the idea.

“Renjun, you push my legs one more time and I will kill you, I swear-”

Your phone rang beside you. You sighed, giving Renjun a look of warning. He etched his legs towards yours as you glanced at the caller ID. It was Yeji. Immediately, you swiped the green icon on the screen.

“Hey,” you spoke into the phone. There was silence on the other side.

 Renjun gave you a confused look, but you just shrugged waiting for Yeji to speak.

“I broke up with Haechan,” said Yeji. 

You paused for a minute. Blinking your eyes rapidly, you scrunched up your shoulders to your head. Renjun raised a question with a wave of his hand. You just shook your head, having too many of your own. “What? Why?”

Yeji sighed, her breath coming in static pieces. “You know why. We’re too different. He’s stubborn, childish, stupid and helplessly in love with you. The loving you part doesn't even matter. Because I kinda expected that.”

Oh, God. Not that again. You smacked your forehead with the base of your palm. Words formed in your mouth but disintegrated when you tried to say them out loud. You resorted to not speaking at all.

Noticing your silence, Yeji added, “I lied about him starting the rumors about you. It wasn't him. It really wasn't. I’m honestly not sure who did, but that's not the point. He loves you, you love him... and I love you. I don't want to lose a friend like you.”

You tried to digest all this information in one go. Renjun mouthed a quiet ‘what’ but you shook your head. Too much of what Yeji said was going over your head. 

“I-I don't know what to say.”

There was faint music on the other side, and then Yeji’s voice could be heard again. This time it was less demanding, and more like you’d expect it to be. Soft and playful “He’s waiting for you here, says he owes you something.” You could imagine the smile on her face as she said that.

You sat there, unmoving. A slight nudge from Renjun brought you to reality.

“What was she saying?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

He says he owes you something. You knew what Haechan owed you, and there was only one way he could repay you.

You grinned, lips crinkling up at the corners. “I guess we’re going to prom after all.”

....................................................................

When you had reached school, the night’s event was in full swing. The school’s basketball court had been transformed into a makeshift dance floor, with the bleachers pulled back to accommodate tables full of refreshments and a striking red punch. The lights had been dimmed to a comfortable glow, reflecting off of the hall in vibrant streaks of blue, purple and pink. 

You found Yeji where the light was brightest and the crowd was thinnest, long after you had been abandoned by Renjun in favor of the tables brimming with sweet delights. Yeji had greeted you with a hug, her body warm around yours. There was no animosity in her body language, no loathing in the way she explained herself to you, assuring you that her breakup with Haechan was not your fault.

When you asked where the boy in question was, she frowned, craning her neck to look around the hall. She directed you to the corner, where you could see a bunch of tables draped in white cloth forming a small arc. He wasn't there. You went through the whole place twice, bumping into the people that filed in and out of the dance floor. You couldnt find him anywhere.

Maybe he went home… but didn't he say he owed me something? You scrunched up your nose, exiting the cacophonous hall. The traffic of people in the hallway was fanatical, and out of instinct, you almost held up your hand to make way for yourself, the feeling of the stop sign board etching up your hands. You shook your head, opting to push through the crowd until you were out in the main hallway, the one that led to the art room.

It was your sixth sense that had led you to the room, but it was Haechan who made you stay. 

He was there, sitting in the place you found him the first day of your club. The creak of the door captured his attention, and he looked up. 

His eyes went wide. For a second he couldn't recognize you. Not with the dark green dress you had donned, not with your hair pulled away from your face, falling behind you in a well crafted braid. You were right, he thought. You really couldn't stop being the earth. He blinked quickly, almost scared that if he closed his eyes your image would vanish, and he would be stranded in the ravenous pit of his own feelings.

“Yeji said you owed me something.”

The music from the makeshift ballroom sauntered into the art room. It was faint, barely rebounding when it hit the walls, but it was enough.

Haechan stood, extending his hand to you. You took it gently, letting him guide you away from the center of the room and towards the corner. For a while as you fell into the rhythm of the music, no words were necessary. It was just you and Haechan, swaying to the dull music, breathing in each other’s scents.

“You know I kinda love you right?” you said when the music stopped. Haechan laughed with you still in his arms, the vibrations rattling your chest. It calmed your fiery nerves, filling them with ardour. 

“Yeah, I kinda love you too.” 

Haechan’s lips were warm when he kissed you, a tender concoction of passion and longing. You kissed him back just the same.

When he pulled back, you caught a glimpse of the painting on the right wall, the one of the sun and the moon. You noticed something now that you hadn't before. Where the silver moon was painted with daunting colors, forcing you to look away, the sun was crafted with a gentle orange. It was pleasant and welcoming to look at, in contrast to the ominous. The sun was full of anger. But it was also full of mercy.

“So...are you ready to join the club again?” Haechan asked, gathering you attention again.

You tilted your head, feigning a sage look as if deep in though. Haechan raised an eyebrow at you, placing his hands on his hips.

You nodded, laughing when you pulled him in for another kiss. 

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•Toxic Pleasure•(M) Mark x reader x Haechan

Preview of Part 3

Genre: smut; little bit of fluff; love triangle; Mafia au

Pairing: Haechan x reader x Mark ft. Yeonjun

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Haechan approached y/n, making her look in his direction with slight panic. She couldn't tell if he was playing with her, or was he was actually keeping her second identity a secret. There were too many mobsters at the party that she had some, as you would say, "bad" encounters with them.

They finally came close to one other, making y/n feel very uneasy. The smirk on Haechan's face was unsettling, she knew he was thinking of something mischievous. "Hello, y/n nice meeting you once again, isn't it?" Haechan greeted with a fake smile. She knew he was making her anxious on purpose, and it was pissing her off. "What is it, Haechan, right?" She acted. She couldn't risk anyone getting getting suspicious of the two. Haechan smirked. He liked how she was acting for the sake of her safety. The tranquil music softly played throughout the room, as mobsters chatted wholeheartedly and rudely. Haechan held his hand out to her and smile.

"May I have a dance with someone as pretty as you?" He asked as he slightly smiled. Y/n was taken aback at the question. She examined his eyes, trying to crack the idea he was planning on his evil brain of his. However, all there was was blank pupils meeting hers, hiding it from her, frustrating her greatly. "I'm-"

"Sorry Haechan, her date would like to have her first dance for tonight." Yeonjun butted in, smirking at the latter. Y/n looked at Yeonjun, who glanced at her with a wink, and sighed in relief. Haechan's mouth was agape as he was shocked by the sudden news. "What the hell?! Since when was he her date? I thought that they were only friends?! This bastard is ruining my plans for tonight!" He fumed inside his head. Despite the anger of the younger, he put on a fake smile and apologized. "I'm sorry, " he said as he gritted his teeth at the older. Yeonjun nodded as Haechan walked away from the two, looking at the young man in disgust as he headed back to the group's table.

Haechan sat down, not taking his eyes off the two supposed "couple." Mark, Jeno, and Renjun were chatting with other mobsters in the room, leaving Jaemin at the table. He was busy sipping from his glass and relaxing to the classical music that played. Haechan had caught his attention when he noticed how he didn't take his eyes off of y/n and Yeonjun. "The surprise guest caught your attention tonight?" Jaemin asked Haechan, smirking onto his glass of champagne as he eyed the man. Haechan nodded, daring himself to not take his eyes off the two. He felt that something was up with the two like Yeonjun sees what the player was planning. The more and more he thought about it, the more he felt his brain warping. Must be because he was a little tipsy. "So, Mr. Playboy, what are you going to do," Jaemin began as he too watched the two close friends dance as they conversated with one another. "Are you going to sit here and watch him take her from your grasp, or are you going to take charge and show him who's the boss?" Jaemin asked as he examined y/n.

He had to admit, she was a beautiful young lady. Those innocent-like eyes of hers are what captivated him the most. He knew they were just there to cover how freaky they were as if she loved to be seduced. He continued on down further to her psyche, memorizing every perfect curve that was on her body. He licked his lips as he continued. She was pretty, but she wasn't his type. He slightly feared that if you pissed her off, she would hurt you in the most ruthless way possible. And he wasn't wrong...

Haechan thought about Jaemin's words and smirked. The way Jaemin asked the question had him in even deeper thought. He had been watching his hyung's actions precisely. Every glance. Every movement. Everything. He knew that Mark is going to at least talk to her alone tonight, and he can't stop that from happening. "Your smirking, playboy!" Jaemin grinned as he looked at Haechan. He began to laugh hysterically. "Gosh! I can't wait to see how this night plays out!" Jaemin smiled as he patted Haechan's back.

"Thanks, Jaem, you've just given me a wonderful idea..."

#preview #haechan smut #nct dream #mark lee #x reader #lee haechan #mark smut

[boymeetsweevil]

Masterlist

who says i love you first

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 1336w Your tiny existential crisis + Namjoon during bedtime

welcome to my channel (KNJ)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 659w “5k Sub! Unisex Brow Grooming Tutorial feat. Joon :)”

baby genius**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ~2300w “In which you’re very smart and Namjoon has a tiny garter belt fetish”

dead man sells no toes**

Witch!Reader, Halloweentown AU, ~5200w “Your thoughts have a mind of their own when it comes to the cute delivery human with the mysterious tattoos”

call me maybe*

Idol-AU (kinda), club meet-cute AU, ~6600w

At first you were just trying to get some free drinks out of some guy at the bar, but then it becomes a lot more

warm fuzzies*

Non-Idol AU, slice of life, ~6200w “In which Jjangu AND his owner, Kim Seokjin, fall for you”

welcome to my channel (KSJ)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1208w “Dyeing @Eat_Jin ‘s hair and avocado mask DIY :)))”

hell’s kitchen

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, ‘crack’, ~2200w “It’s Jin’s birthday and it’s a hot ass mess because you can’t keep a secret”

and wrapped your arms around my neck** (req)

established relationship AU, part vampire!Seokjin, pwp, ~2000w “Vamp!Jin if you squint and then close your eyes entirely, this is 90% just sex yall”

punch drunk love*

Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, 1742w Emotional constipation means sometimes you have to beat emotions out. Or, in this case, finger-flick them out.

welcome to my channel (MYG)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 626w “New M.A.C lip tints feat. my roommate :)”

the min booty diaries** (req) - 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Idol AU, body/self-esteem issues

“Join Min Yoongi on his journey to becoming an ass man OR ~5 instances in which Yoongi realized he had a serious thing for your ass”

ode to wine

Idol AU, establised relationship AU, 900w

“A moment alone with Yoongi after the award show has come and gone”

off the deep end**

Mermaid!Yoongi, College AU, interspecies canoodling, a bit angsty, ~17,500w

“Your new mermaid friend, Yoongi, helps you navigate the treacherous waters of love, sex, and National Geographic.”

bump and grind*

Idol AU, BH employee!Reader, ~3000w

“If someone told you that months after getting hired by BigHit to translate and subtitle VLive videos you would be at an idol’s birthday party with your ass pressed firmly against Jung Hoseok’s crotch, you wouldn’t have believed them.”

welcome to my channel (JHS)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1164w

“Unisex nail care routine feat. Hobi and red wine ;)”

who’s your favorite**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, misbehaving in a Chili’s, ~1400w

“If you ask the man himself, it takes a half a year of going to a shitty family restaurant after work on Fridays for Hoseok to become your favorite. In reality, though, he just didn’t get the joke. OR

‘I give you dick. Good dick!’”

cover you in constellations

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, 987w

“Happy birthday to Jung Hoseok, the most beautiful”

hoping for the best**

Non-Idol AU, Lifeguards!Reader and Hoseok, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, ~24,300w

“He knows you two are linked though. You must know it too. It’s impossible to deny when you both reach climax at the same time during your first time, the breath leaving him like you knocked it out and your eyes rolling into the back of your head like he scratched stars there for only you to see.”

sleeping bags (and other unconventional cures for insomnia) (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, enemies to more than friends, ~2500w

Based off the prompt “snowed in with your enemy at a ski resort”

watch yourself**

Non-Idol AU, Dressing room Attendant!Hoseok, exhibitionist!Hoseok, ~7770w

“It starts with an invitation from your ex. It ends with Hoseok’s hands down your pants in said ex’s kitchen”

mistletoe

Non-Idol AU, friends to lovers, Christmas AU?, ~3300w

“Jimin just can’t seem to get a moment alone with you at this christmas party, and you just can’t seem to stop baking…”

welcome to my channel (PJM)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1093w

“Drugstore Haul plus mini Sephora Haul and Surprise :)”

blue, not blanc** (req)

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~4500w

Based off the prompt: ‘can u do a jimin smut where he has a thing for panties’

me, you, and this thing we have between us** (req)

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~3700w

You’re pregnant and jimin is…happy about it

slippery slopes ahead** (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, pwp, ~6600w

“‘Look at you,’ he coos. ‘All this time I thought you were shy.’”

childhood bestie (bullet)

Non-Idol Au, Childhood Besties!Reader and Taehyung, 943w

what it would be like if you and taehyung’s moms were bffs, so you and taehyung were bffs from birth

welcome to my channel (KTH)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 667w

“Using Tom Ford Luna highlighters on my neighbor ;)”

a day in the life

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Roommates!Reader and Taehyung, slice of life, ~1900w

“A typical day living with Kim Taehyung consists of constant fights for the blanket and watching him steal your crop tops”

cougar** - 1, 2

Non-Idol AU, College AU, (slightly) Older!Reader, ~1400w + ~4700w

“…guys like him give off two very conflicting vibes. The first says ‘Wow, look at this handsome young man, I hope my kids are that beautiful’. The second says, ‘Wow, I want to have his kids’”

hectic halloween

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Best friends!Reader and Taehyung, language, ~1400w

Tae invites you to a Playboy™️ themed halloween party and a wardrobe malfuction of sorts occurs.

breathe you in** (req)

Popstar!Reader, Non-Idol!Taehyung, exes to lovers, ~7800w

Based on the prompt: Can I pls request an ex lovers trope with taehyung where you broke up with him , but he shows you he loves you and was never over you and wants to be together again? Thanks!

(welcome to) camp lonely heart**

Camp Counselors!Reader and Taehyung, fun with walkie talkies, friends to lovers, ~15,600w

It’s possible to find love in all sorts of places: In bars, in school, on apps. But what about through a walkie talkie?

heat index**

Non-Idol AU, established relationship AU, pwp, 2700w

“The town being in a heat wave puts Tae’s in a bit of a love drought. But even still, he makes do and (kind of) does you”

blood of the covenant* (to be rebooted) - 1, 2

Vampire!Reader, Human!Jungkook, College AU, Post-Apocalyptic(?) AU, 3476w+ ~3700w

“You’re an unregistered vampire trying your hardest to save up enough to go to school by working long hours and giving up meals. Unfortunately, the local university refuses to enroll starving vampires like yourself because they’re seen as threats. Desperate to get in, you take up Jeon Jungkook’s shady offer to help”

welcome to my channel (JJK)

Non-Idol AU, Youtuber!Reader, 1038w

“Cutting Men’s hair and talking about life feat. Kook :)”

blind!reader* (req)

Non-Idol AU, Blind!Reader, College AU, 4422w

Based off the prompt: Hi! I have a bts request! so the "prompt" is y/n were love at first sight for him, but y/n's life motto is "love is blind" because y/n is actually blind. this is just for fun, but I'd really like to read your take on it!! you can pick any of the boys. :)

for science**

Non-Idol AU, College AU, Nerd!Jungkook, very dramatic 

“Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.”

The most magical place in hell (req)

Takes place somewhere after the events of FS, the gang goes on vacation...

bts as types of drunks

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, 2073w

the seven chaotic drunks™️ embodied

bts as types of (weird) babies in your daycare

Pre-school teacher!Reader, Babies!BTS, 4610w

the seven chaotic babies™️ embodied

bts as types of boyfriends

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~3295w

the seven chaotic boyfriends™️ embodied

sweetstupid moments with bts

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2054w

More boyfriend shenanigans

sleepovers with sleepy bts

Non-Idol AU (?), the chaotic seven, ~2109w

Even more boyfriend shenanigans

SS series (under construction)

* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested

and then there were two** (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, established relationship AU, ~3480w

Based on the prompt: “what do u think abt college bf mark and awkward and fumbling first time”

Sequel: and then there were finals**(req), 2k

Based on the prompt: “mark lee from nct! college au and NSFW. finding time in between studying for finals.”

in your court (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, clueless crushes and matchmaking, ~10,900w

Based on the prompt: “what about ,, bff!haechan trying to set taeil and his awkward ass up with oc Or awkward!oc with his basketball teammate jaehyun. Honestly anything with bff!haechan.”

binary stars (req)

Non-Idol AU, College AU, friends to lovers, ~8,400w

love sometimes takes the form of gravity

Based on the prompt: “bff!hyuck + friends to lovers. college au and slightly nsfw or however nsfw u wanna make it”

the shape you make**

Non-Idol AU, Halloweentown AU, ~4,100w

“For both you and Johnny, there is something big holding you back from being intimate. At the yearly Harvest party, that something big becomes something known.”

Part of the Intimacy Anthology Project!

* = suggestive, ~nsfw ** = smut, NSFW (req) = requested

[jaeminpeachy-archive]

drunk on you · four, falling or should I say whipped

genre : illegal street race au, high school au, strangers to friends to lovers au, fluff, angst, suggestive, nct dream being playboys. (not all chapters has the same genre, warnings)

chapter's genre : fluff

warnings : playboy jaemin is back at it again 

word count : 595 words

taglist : @kyuwoyo @wownajaemin @moon-jun  @bluejaem (send an ask to be added!)

three - masterlist - five

no one thought that soonyoung would kick jaemin, where it hurts the most. 

“hey there, sweetheart” 

soonyoung was arranging things in her locker, when jaemin came out of nowhere. glaring at jaemin. “what do you want? can’t you see I’m busy?” 

jaemin leaned on soonyoung, still glaring at him, and kicked him. 

“I’m not stupid to be unaware about your dirty stuff. for your information, girls are not toys for you to play with. go find one in a toy store, they have a lot of dolls there”

closing and securing her locker, leaving jaemin who was in pain in the hallway.

he was almost limping through the hallway, going to their hideout in one of the unused rooms. the dreamers were minding their own business when jaemin entered the room. 

jeno strumming on his guitar, chenle on his phone, renjun and haechan putting stickers on the walls, subtly joining jeno on humming. jisung, well, rapping facing the wall. 

while minding their own business. renjun can't help but think about how soft soonyoung’s hand was, the moment he held her. all he wanted was to be with her for the rest of their lives. whipped

he was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't notice his friends, looking at him as if he's crazy. well he is crazy, for soonyoung. 

"hyung"

"renjun hyung"

"moomin hyung"

"soonyoung noona?"

hearing the girl’s name, renjun got up and turned to the entrance door. seeing no one was there, he looked at his friends who were teasing him.

"ahh renjunie, you're so whipped for her aren't you" haechan risked his life to tease him, sensing that renjun could jump on him any moment. luckily, jisung saved him.

"hyung! can you come with me later? I was supposed to lend noona my hoodie since she asked for it."

"hoodie? I'll lend her mine!" the rest looked at him shocked at his statement. he never lent anyone his hoodie, he never wears his in public.

"don't even try to tease me or I won't hesitate to slam that damn guitar on you" he threatens

the others are too focused on renjun to notice that jaemin is in pain, and jeno, who is sitting near him, sees him. “hey jaemin, what happened to you?”

“that cousin of yours jisung, fucking kicked me”

jisung wasn’t shocked, he kind of expected it. “I already warned you”

“serve you right hyung” said chenle who was busy on his phone, finding jaemin’s pain amusing.

exiting the class, the two girls went to their lockers to keep their things after that they walked to the school's garden to meet up with jisung.

seeing jisung standing by the bench, soonyoung ran to him for a hug, which was reciprocated.

she removed her arms around her cousin, and saw renjun standing behind. 

"oh, renjun?"

areum stood beside jisung as the soon-to-be couple two faced each other. noticing the fabric on renjun's hand, she looked at him curiously.

"jisung told me that you asked for his hoodie, and uhm, I was wondering if I can lend you mine? if that's okay with you?"

"are you sure? I mean it's yours"

"I'm hundred percent sure, promise"

"okay, I'll give it back to you after class"

might as well keep it forever

"thank you, renjun" soonyoung smiled at him sweetly

"anytime" and renjun smiled back, controlling himself from squealing

while jisung and areum, wishing for snacks. as if they're watching a live drama. being a supportive cousin and friend, they smiled proudly.

it may be too early, but he's already falling

reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated!

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