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sixzeroes · 1 year

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take my breath.

summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

characters | lee donghyuck x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, me projecting my distaste for skinny jeans sorry hyuck ily, mentions of religion (hyuck is my fav church boy), he calls reader ‘princess’ :o like once tho lol, second-hand embarrassment,, mentions of jisung liking ive’s gaeul, not proofread so it’s probs all over the place sorry :P

word count | 5.5k.

37.5MHz | take my breath by nct dream ⋆ first love by sondia ⋆ lucky by exo.

it was time i had a more shy mc in my fics 💪💪 also this is me just projecting my dream meet-cute scenario that i always wish would happen during the damned winter lol!! ty all sm for waiting for this ep, i hope u enjoy ^^ ep.03 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS, AND WHEN THE BOYS get together, Lee Donghyuck’s entire video game setup comes out.

Today is the second day of January, and in celebration of the New Year, Donghyuck has invited some of his closest friends over for an entire day of video games. Huang Renjun, Lee Jeno, Liu Yangyang, and Osaki Shotaro have their hands on a controller. Zhong Chenle is busy calling his girlfriend whereas Na Jaemin is immersed in a podcast about bunnies. To his left, Mark Lee is stressing over university course selections, and to his right, Park Jisung is scrolling through an unknown girl’s Instagram.

Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, scooches over to Jisung with a mischievous smile.

“Who’s that?” he asks, startling the younger boy. “Your girlfriend?”

Jisung’s face turns red and Donghyuck wishes he had his phone right now to capture the scene. “N—No! She’s not my girlfriend—just a classmate, that’s all.”

That’s what Jisung says, but Donghyuck can tell that something is amiss. He nudges Jisung and wiggles his eyebrows. “Then is she a crush?”

Jisung resembles a beet.

“She is?” the older one coos, pinching the first year’s mochi-like cheek. “What do you like about”—he pauses to read the name—“Kim Gaeul?”

“I don’t know,” Jisung honestly responds, looking down at his unlocked phone. “She’s really pretty and good at dancing.”

“It was love at first sight,” Chenle budges in with a dreamy sigh. In his eyes, the joy of teasing sparkles. “He’s been stalking her Instagram ever since November.”

Donghyuck scrunches his nose at Chenle’s words. “Love at first sight? You’re kidding, right?”

Jisung shakes his head. “Why would I be kidding?”

Because ‘love at first sight’ is fake, Donghyuck wants to scoff, but he decides to keep that to himself. Jisung is obviously smitten with this girl, and as his older brother figure, the last thing Donghyuck wants to do is smash his innocent feelings. He instead opts to say, “You should at least follow her Instagram.” To that, Jisung vehemently shakes his head, and the topic is dropped at once.

Donghyuck doesn’t believe in love at first sight. To him, love is something that occurs over time, not seconds. How can someone claim they love another when all they know is what they look like and their name? There’s no depth to love at first sight, no authenticity. Perhaps he’s being antagonistic, or maybe he’s just realistic. Either way, there is no such thing as ‘love at first sight’ in Donghyuck’s dictionary, and it will be like that for the next one hundred years.

That was him yesterday, and whoever he was yesterday is not who he is today.

Lee Donghyuck thinks he’s fallen in love at first sight.

The road to the local CU is short but icy, an unfortunate outcome of the repeated snowfall throughout the past few weeks. The boys had slept over after last night’s truth or dare session seeped into the early hours of today. Even now, six of them are sprawled all across his living room while Renjun is tucked into Donghyuck’s sister’s bed. Mark walks beside him, the Canadian boy lounging in a sweater and a pair of basketball shorts despite the cold weather. Compared to him, Donghyuck is donning a thick winter jacket and a wool scarf for good measure.

“You look funny,” comments Mark, his hands finding solace in his sweater pockets.

Donghyuck shoots him a glare. “In Korea, someone like you is more likely to be stared at than me.”

The two make their way down the sidewalk to where CU is, finding themselves lost in a heated debate on whether Overwatch or League of Legends is a better game. (Donghyuck is a firm believer in Overwatch supremacy.) Mark exasperatedly shakes his head at Donghyuck’s stance, hands gesturing all over the place as he asserts why the younger one is completely and blatantly wrong. Donghyuck, in turn, groans in vexation, his chest muddled with frustration.

Donghyuck turns the corner. “Mark, you don’t underst—”

One moment, he’s breathing like a regular person. Half a second later, Donghyuck feels as if the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Oh great, he thinks as a body crashes into him and his arms instinctively wrap around them, what a wonderful way to start the day.

“Oh my God,” a small voice squeaks, clearly mortified at the predicament. His focus is hazy from the impact, blinking to clear his blurring gaze. “I am so, so sorry!”

Donghyuck glances at the figure in his arms and his eyes double in size. “Woah…” he mumbles, zoning out of his surroundings.

You pull away from his embrace, pink cheeks displaying your embarrassment. You profusely bow, avoiding eye contact with the boy. “I’m so sorry about this! Uh,” you crouch to pick up the bus card you’d dropped, “sorry! And thank you for catching me. Have a great day!”

One moment, you’re standing in front of Donghyuck and Mark. Half a second later, you’re turning the corner with great urgency.

Mark blinks. His lips are parted in confusion but no sound leaves his mouth. It takes him a minute to absorb the fast-paced situation. Finally, he says, “What the fuck was that?”

Donghyuck grazes a hand over his pounding heart, feeling the irregular beat through the several layers of thick winter clothes. Suddenly, he’s hotter than the sun despite the freezing weather. His ears are no longer tinted pink from the cold, but rather, a shade of crimson from the encounter. There’s an exhilarating feeling in his stomach, butterflies swarming his gut. He can vaguely hear Mark call his name in the background, the older guy tapping his shoulder.

Is this what Jisung felt like?

Did Donghyuck just fall in love at first sight?

“Melk,” he whispers—Mark makes a face at the nickname—one hand still over his heart, “I think I’m in love.”

Mark coughs. “I’m sorry, what?”

“So, let me get the facts straight,” says Renjun, hands folded as he digests the contents of Mark’s retelling. “You caught some girl from falling onto the ice by basically hugging her and now you’re in love with this girl who’s name you don’t even know?”

Donghyuck dreamily sighs. “Yeah.”

Jaemin flops onto the ground. “I think you’re insane.”

Donghyuck dreamily nods. “Yeah.”

The group of boys simultaneously shake their heads at Donghyuck’s lovestruck expression, (understandably) ridiculed at how smitten he is with a random girl he met on the streets. Donghyuck, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about your flustered frame from earlier. He’s never before seen a girl as cute as you. If he was in a K-Drama, he’s certain CGI flowers would have decorated the screen.

“Did you get a good look at her face?” asks Shotaro, invested in Donghyuck’s love life.

The male lead smiles. “She’s so pretty.”

Yangyang whistles. “Recognise her from anywhere, maybe?”

Donghyuck’s smile falls. His head hangs low. “No. She doesn’t look like a student at our school—I would definitely remember her face if she was. She did seem to be around our age, though.”

“If she was in our area,” says Jeno, patting his friend’s gloomy back, “there’s a chance you’ll see her again. Could be from a different block of complexes.”

“Yeah,” Chenle chimes in, briefly looking up from his Nintendo Switch. “If she was running the opposite way, she might’ve been going to the bus stop.”

Donghyuck perks up at that thought. “Maybe,” he excitedly murmurs. The seed of hope has begun to grow in his heart. Jeno and Chenle are right; why else would you be in this neighbourhood if you didn’t live nearby? As his friends scoot back to their respective activities, Donghyuck bites his lower lip in anticipation.

Perhaps, he will run into you sooner than expected.

Fate must hold a special spot in her heart for Donghyuck.

Roughly thirty-three hours after his meet-cute with you, Donghyuck decides to go for an ice cream run with Yangyang at seven in the evening. (Renjun was going to join, but Donghyuck’s sister insisted on cuddling and being the sweet boyfriend but terrible best friend he is, Renjun happily agreed. Donghyuck is not on good terms with his younger sister anymore.)

Yangyang rummages through the ice cream bars, searching for his go-to Seolleim. Donghyuck grabs a Nugabar and a Screwbar—he contemplates on giving one to Renjun, but ultimately decides on eating both of them instead.

His money, Renjun’s loss.

“Hello,” Donghyuck absentmindedly greets the cashier, placing the ice cream bars on the counter for scanning. He fishes out his card to pay, sticking the slim plastic into the machine. When the payment is complete, Donghyuck grabs his snacks and glances up to say his thanks.

Your pretty yet exhausted smile greets him back.

“You—!” His words are caught in his throat, taken aback at the scene before him. He tilts his ball cap from obscuring the top of his view. “The girl from yesterday!”

Your eyebrows crinkle, adorning a puzzled expression. Then, after studying his face for a second, your eyes widen in remembrance. “Ah! The guy from yesterday!”

(Yangyang watches from the sidelines.)

The fatigue has now been replaced by sheer embarrassment and adrenaline from yesterday’s events, your ears burning red. “I’m so sorry about yesterday.” you apologise again, bowing for the nth time. “I hope you weren’t hurt anywhere!”

Donghyuck rapidly shakes his head, sticking his hands up in denial. “No! No, I wasn’t hurt. Were you?”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t, thanks to you.” you softly reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. “I’d like to make up for my clumsy mistake, if that’s alright. Please, take something from the store for free.”

(Yangyang snatches a bag of shrimp crackers.)

Donghyuck refuses. “No, it’s okay. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway.”

(Yangyang slowly returns the bag of shrimp crackers.)

“Are you sure?” you ask, lips pouting.

Donghyuck finds you irresistibly cute. He can’t believe he’s never seen you around before, with your lovely lips and charming eyes. Hell, he’s never written poetry before, but with the way his mind won’t stop illustrating your beauty, he’s bound to replace history’s best poet with ease. Lee Donghyuck is attracted to you. He wants to see you again, and again, and again. The gears in his mind spin as a fantastic idea generates in his head.

“Maybe,” he slowly starts, scanning your face, “if you really want to make up for it, you can give me your name instead.”

(Yangyang suppresses a shriek.)

The red spreads from your ears and neck to your cheeks and Donghyuck thinks you’re a gift sent from God. His parents didn’t get him the PC set he’s been wanting for ages, so as retribution, the heavens sent you right into his arms. Literally.

You tug at your sweater, averting your gaze. “Y/N,” you speak timidly. “My name is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Donghyuck gently grins, his heart rate accelerating at the progress he’s made. “I’m Donghyuck.”

When you softly smile at him, Donghyuck believes he saved the world in his previous life.

“Maybe,” Yangyang mimics to the boys, “you can make up for it by giving me your name instead.”

The crowd hollers, hounding a proud Donghyuck with pats on his back and slaps to his shoulders.

It’s been four days since Donghyuck got your name, and he’s returned to the convenience store every evening in hopes of seeing you again. Unfortunately for him, your shifts did not align with his visits, and Donghyuck is starting to wonder if he hallucinated the entire encounter. (No, he couldn’t have; not when Yangyang continues to reenact the entire scene during their lunch breaks.) He steels himself with a slap to his left cheek. Today is Saturday, exactly one week since Donghyuck’s breath was taken away. Once again, he’s going to pop by CU around seven in the evening––this time, with Renjun, who he managed to convince as the younger Lee’s attending a student council dinner party. With Renjun shuffling behind, Donghyuck enters CU with high hopes.

The Y/N drought instantly vanishes when he sees your figure at the cashier. You’re scanning a basket of snacks for a group of kids, laughing at their animated antics. Donghyuck is very, very close to becoming addicted to your smile.

“Renjun,” he excitedly taps the older guy, “that’s her.” He points at your figure.

“Oh, I’ve seen her before,” says Renjun, glancing your way. “She seems to be a student at that prestigious all-girls school near ours.”

Ah, the joy Donghyuck drowns in whenever he learns more about you (in, you know, a non-stalkerish way). “Really? How’d you know?”

Renjun browses the instant ramyun packages. “Saw her a few weeks ago with a calculus textbook on the countertop. You know, the ones specifically made by that school?”

Donghyuck does not know because he never really cared about the prestigious all-girls high school before––which was extremely disrespectful on his part for disregarding such a wonderful school with such a beautiful student. He’s jealous of the girls that attend your school, and how they’re most likely graced with your presence every day. Donghyuck would kill to see you every single day.

His hands grab a package of Neoguri ramyun whereas Renjun picks out the classic Shin. The two of them head towards the now-empty cashier, the kids having filed out a few minutes prior.

“Oh, hello.” you grin. “Donghyuck, right?”

He passes you the package and beams. “Yeah! Nice to see you again, Y/N.”

(While Donghyuck is preoccupied with staring at your lovely face, Renjun slips his package onto the counter and you scan it as well. Donghyuck pays for both of the ramyun, but he’s too distracted to realise the extra dollar leaving his wallet.)

“Has it been busy at all?” asks Donghyuck, pulling his card out of the machine. He’s desperately searching for an excuse to linger just a little longer. Renjun finds a sudden interest for the alcoholic drinks located at the opposite side of the store.

You shake your head. “Just a few customers here and there. It’s cold outside, so I guess everyone is staying indoors.”

“Understandable,” the boy hums.

The convenience store falls silent, Renjun attempting to engross himself in the ingredients of soju, Donghyuck digging through his brain for another topic, you looking down at your phone for the time. It’s awkward––so awkward––that Donghyuck thinks you might never want to talk to him again. So, pulling on his big boy pants, he pops the big question. “Do you have a lover?”

Renjun chokes on his spit. Donghyuck bites down on his tongue. Your eyes widen at the unexpected inquiry. “Uh—no,” you sputter, cheeks red. “I don’t have a lover.”

“Then…” He licks his parted lips. “Can I ask you out on a date?”

The convenience store falls silent. Renjun contemplates grabbing his friend and making a run for it. Donghyuck prays to every single deity out there for a positive response. You digest his words, letting each and every syllable sink in.

You nibble on your lower lip. “But…you don’t even know me.”

Donghyuck’s heart falls (so does Renjun’s), but he gathers hope when he catches your curious gaze. “You’re right,” he confidently states, “so I want to get to know you. I’ll be honest with you, Y/N. I think you’re really cute. Like really, really cute. I kinda fell for you when you—you know—fell into my arms. Sorta like love at first sight?” He’s rambling at this point, unveiling how desperate he is to have one chance with you. Love sure does silly things. “I mean, no pressure, though.”

Pink paints your face. You’re about to answer when a voice squeaks from behind. “Dude, move.” Annoyed, Donghyuck turns around with a glare but falters at the sight of four middle school girls. Oh. Donghyuck once lived with a middle school girl, so he knows better than to test their patience. Like a child that’s been disciplined, he obeys, scooting over to let the girls purchase their snacks. A hand grasps his wrist, tugging him away from the counter and towards the exit.

“Hey! Renjun!” hisses Donghyuck, struggling to release himself. “What are you doing?”

Renjun steps into the cold atmosphere. “Saving you from further embarrassment. Seriously, Hyuck, what were you doing? Confessing your undying love for her on the third meeting? You don’t even know her full name!” The Chinese boy abruptly stops and Donghyuck stumbles to a halt. Renjun prods the younger’s chest. “Look, you’re being too rash. She’s clearly on the shy side, so approach her, don’t overwhelm her, okay? Don’t start panicking and blurt out random shit.”

Donghyuck purses his lips. He wants to refute but he can’t; Renjun is right. He hangs his head low, feeling a little (re: really) pathetic at how careless he had been. Impressions are important, and right now, he fears he’s left a terrible one on you.

Renjun, obviously noticing Donghyuck’s sulky mood, adds, “You’ve still got a chance, though! From what I’ve observed, she seems to be interested in you, just extremely timid. I think, if you head back in with your thoughts organised—”

“Donghyuck!”

It takes him a second to register your voice. Donghyuck spins around, shocked to see you jogging towards him, still clad in your CU uniform. And like déjá vu, you slip on the ice, falling into his warm embrace.

(Donghyuck could get used to this.)

“Y/N,” he breathes, getting a whiff of your sweet scent. “Are you okay?”

Like always, your ears are tinted red. “Uh—yes! Yes, thank you.” You balance yourself on the slippery surface. “I just wanted to give you something,” you quietly say, lifting a slip of paper. Your handwriting is scrawled on it, which Donghyuck finds effortlessly cute. “It’s my number. For, uh, you know, the date.” Your voice grows smaller at the last sentence, awkwardly avoiding his eyes.

If Donghyuck is a dynamite, you are his lighter.

“The—date?” he stammers, unable to believe his ears. “You’re—You—Yes to the date?”

You gently laugh. “Yes to the date.”

Donghyuck is on—no, above cloud nine. He plucks the piece of paper from your hands, grasping it as if it’d fly away. He cocks an eyebrow and tosses you a smirk. “I’ll text you later, princess.”

You avoid his eyes but a grin tugs at your lips. “I’ll be waiting.” With that, you give him a small wave and retreat back to the convenience store. Donghyuck watches you disappear, his heart rate breaking records.

Renjun has one hell of a story to tell the others the next time the boys get together.

Sunday morning, Donghyuck lays in bed as he stares at your contact in his phone. It’s been a little over twelve hours since you gave him your number, and because he’s a nervous wreck, he has yet to text you about the date.

He ponders what sort of date would be the best. A picnic date? No, it’s too cold. A museum date? No, Donghyuck isn’t really into museums. An arcade date? No, he isn’t willing to unleash his no-showering-only-gaming side to you (yet).

A movie date seems to be the most ideal first date, from both an objective and subjective perspective. He opens Naver, curious about the current selection of movies in theatres. Donghyuck scrolls through the list, spotting several movies he’s seen advertisements for. A particular one catches his eye—Candy, a romance-comedy movie featuring four high school boys and their entertaining love lives. He clicks on the description, intrigued by the premise. (Don’t let anyone know, but Donghyuck is a diehard romance fan.) A small smile settles on his lips.

Donghyuck, with a vague itinerary in mind, sends you a message.

donghyuck: hi y/n, it’s donghyuck :)

You respond almost immediately.

you: donghyuck!! hi ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

He might overdose on your cuteness.

donghyuck: so i was thinking of our date donghyuck: and i was wondering if ur up for a movie at the nearby lotte mall??

you: i’d love to watch a movie! which one ?

donghyuck: how does candy sound?

you: i’ve been wanting to watch that one for soo long!!

Donghyuck proudly grins.

donghyuck: i know it’s a little sudden, but is today at 3pm ok?? i’ll buy the tickets and everything, so just bring yourself

you: you don’t have to! i can buy the snacks

donghyuck: maybe you can pay next time ^^

Smooth, he thinks to himself.

you: if u say so haha you: i’ll see you at three!!

Oh, Donghyuck beams, roses blooming on his cheeks. I definitely saved the world in my previous life.

Today’s look consists of a striped crewneck tucked into wide-legged slacks and a pair of black Converses. Donghyuck’s hair is neatly combed, his bangs parted to reveal a portion of his forehead. The outfit is topped off with a puffer jacket and a spritz of his father’s Dior perfume. Normally, Donghyuck would just wear a leather jacket in an all-black fashion. But Renjun, ever the style guru, emphasised the importance of looking nice on the first date.

(Frankly, Renjun just wanted to play stylist so Donghyuck became his K-Pop idol to dress.)

Donghyuck received a fair amount of compliments at church earlier this morning, many of his peers applauding the new look. He clearly remembers how impressed Uchinaga Aeri was, nearly shedding a tear at his lack of skinny jeans.

(Sorry, Aeri, but Donghyuck still likes his skinny jeans and he won’t change his opinions for anyone. Not even you.)

(…Okay, maybe for you.)

(Can you tell he’s hopelessly in love?)

Despite the below zero weather, Donghyuck’s hands are sweaty and his nape is hot. It’s ten before three p.m., and he’s standing outside of the cinema, waiting for your familiar figure. With every minute that ticks by, his heartbeat jumps faster and faster. He recalls Renjun’s words. Approach her, don’t overwhelm her.

Donghyuck, to put it simply, is terrible with his crushes. He’s always had the tendency of getting ahead of himself, ultimately scaring away the girls he’d been interested in. He never means to overwhelm them, but when his own feelings are swallowing him whole, he can’t help but express his love through words and actions all at once. Donghyuck hopes you’re different; he hopes you won’t be chased away by the flood he may be.

Three on the dot, you’re walking towards him with a bashful smile.

“Hi, Y/N,” he gleams, absolutely elated. “You look really pretty today.”

Your smile may be shadowed by your timidity but it still outshines the sun. “Thank you, Donghyuck. You look good as well.”

He giggles. Donghyuck giggles. “Thanks, Y/N.” Then, “I’ve bought the tickets and everything, we just need to grab some snacks. What’s your favourite popcorn?”

“Mm,” you hum, scanning the options. “I’m fine with anything.”

Right. Donghyuck forgot about your introverted tendencies. You’re on the shy side like Renjun had said, so he’s got to be the assertive one without, well, overwhelming you. The boy clears his throat. “How about caramel?”

You nod. “Sounds great.”

Fifteen minutes later, Donghyuck and you are seated side-by-side in the theatre, positioned near the centre of the large room. To his left are couples. To his right are couples. Behind and front? Also couples. Donghyuck catches a pair sharing a kiss and awkwardly looks away.

He would like to kiss you right now.

Stupid Donghyuck. Baby steps, baby steps.

He would still like to kiss you right now.

Donghyuck lightly slaps his cheek. He’s here to woo you, not scare you away. His priority is to have you reciprocate his overflowing feelings with the same volume of love and then getting a kiss.

The lights dim as the opening advertisements come to an end. You excitedly whisper, “The movie’s starting!” Donghyuck glances over at you, his heart stopping at how breathtaking you are. Not even the theatre could overshadow your beauty.

The opening scene of Candy begins and he reluctantly averts his gaze back to the large screen. Your presence is difficult to ignore, but Donghyuck is not about to get caught staring like a creep. He chews on a handful of popcorn in an attempt to drown in the movie.

Two hours later, Donghyuck is waiting in front of the restrooms, holding your bag in his hands. If anyone were to come up to him and demand an explanation for the plot of Candy from start to finish, he would simply laugh and redirect them to Namuwiki. Donghyuck doesn’t remember a single thing about the rom-com—save for the character ‘Haechan’—because he’d been too busy sneaking glimpses of your side profile. He might as well live on a ventilator from how often he loses his breath around you.

You walk out with your hands damp, shaking them to rid the residual water. The two of you walk towards the exit and Donghyuck continues to hold your bag. He asks, “How was the movie?”

Your eyes glimmer. “It was amazing,” you sigh, dreamy. “I loved the different dynamics between the four couples and Haechan—he reminded me so much of you!” You glance at him and beam, “Haechan was…my favourite character throughout the entire film.”

Oh. Donghyuck gulps. He’ll need to rewatch the movie.

The time reads five twenty-two p.m., and Donghyuck’s stomach resonates with hunger. He purses his lips, browsing through his memories for a decent yet inexpensive restaurant nearby. You must’ve noticed his dilemma as you say, “Why don’t we grab ramyun at the convenience store?” You elaborate, “I forgot my calculus textbook there. Also, we’d get free food.”

Free food? No sane person would ever pass up the opportunity to eat free food.

And so, around six in the evening, Donghyuck is sitting at the local CU with a cup of Neoguri ramyun steaming in front of him. You’ve disappeared, presumably grabbing your calculus textbook and greeting the employee of the hour. His stomach continues to perform all sorts of acrobatics, his nerves gnawing at his heart. Donghyuck has never experienced so many different emotions all at once; it’s like a tsunami has erupted within him.

“Sorry for taking so long.” You appear with a thick textbook in your arms. With a flustered tone, you say, “My manager—she wouldn’t stop asking about you.”

Donghyuck doesn’t hide his cheeky smile. “Really? What did she ask?”

Your eyelashes flutter. “If—you know—if you’re my boyfriend.” You whisper the last part, barely audible enough for Donghyuck to catch. Somehow, the corners of his lips lift even more, a pair of rose-tinted glasses perched on his nose. The way you’re shyly moving about, stirring your cup ramyun, cheeks hot with rouge. Donghyuck thinks that, if a meteor were to hit the earth at this moment, he would be content living the last seconds of his life with you by his side. (Sorry to Lee Donghyuck’s family and friends, but he’s got priorities!) He’s so, so infatuated, so head-over-heels in love with a girl he’s known for less than a month. There’s a plethora of things he doesn’t know about you, but he’s willing to learn every little detail of your life. Donghyuck wants to stay in your world for as long as time permits.

You tap his shoulder. “Donghyuck? Are you okay?” Your cup ramyun is now empty of noodles, only a small amount of soup left. “You spaced out.”

The boy blinks. “Did I?” He ruffles his bangs, accidentally ruining his neatly-combed hair. “Sorry, Y/N. I was thinking about how I’d be happy even if the world ended right now because I’m with you.” He blinks again. He abruptly stands up, neck flushed red as he grabs the garbage strewn before him. “Sorry! Ignore what I just said.” Donghyuck nervously avoids your gaze, scurrying over to the ramyun disposal to throw out the soup and recycle the cups. When he returns to where you’re seated, he fidgets with his fingers, unable to look you straight in the eyes. “It’s, uh, getting late now. I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay?”

Donghyuck misses the way you softly grin. “Sure. Thank you.”

The sun has already set, a dark navy coating the night sky. Several stars pierce through the atmosphere and Donghyuck can vaguely make out the Big Dipper. His gaze naturally shifts to you who’s brighter than the stars. Even under the faded moonlight, he can clearly see the outline of your pretty features.

Donghyuck has no clue where he’s going. He’s blindly following you, walking this cold path with you until your apartment comes into view. You haven’t said anything, which he finds a little nerve-wracking. Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, decides to blurt out, “I’m sorry.”

You continue to walk but confusion taints your face. You tilt your head, lower lip jutted out. “For what? I really enjoyed today, even if it was impromptu.”

He shakes his head. “Not because of the sudden date. Well, I mean, I guess a little, but not really. I’m just…” he inhales sharply, “really sorry about before. How I approached you and overwhelmed you every single time. I didn’t mean to—you know—impose myself on you—”

“You didn’t!” you exclaim, breaking his ramble. In a dulcet tone, you continue, “You never overwhelmed me. I was just surprised to know that a guy was genuinely interested in me, so I wasn’t really sure how to react.” You cross a parking lot. Donghyuck follows. “I’m also terrible with human interactions but you…with you, I feel so comfortable. Don’t ask me why. I have no scientific evidence for that. But just…” You glance at him and he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your face. “I want to get to know you better.”

Donghyuck is glad you’re on the same page. “Me too,” he whispers, elated. “Every time I’m with you, I feel like my heart’s going to explode. In a good way, of course. I really, really like being around you.” I fell in love at first sight.

You stop in front of Building 301 and turn to face him. “Thank you for today, Donghyuck.” you say, voice tender. “I truly enjoyed it.”

His breath catches in his throat. “Me too.”

Something in you must’ve snapped as you bravely lean forwards to press a sweet kiss on his cheek. As you retreat to your spot a few inches away from him, Donghyuck’s jaw slacks in shock. You giggle at his lovestruck expression.

“Good night, Donghyuck.”

It takes everything within him to not squeal.

“Good night, Y/N.”

He watches your figure slip into the apartment building, giving a small wave before disappearing behind the elevator doors. Donghyuck stands rooted to his spot, hand cupping his kissed cheek while his heart runs wild.

You kissed his cheek.

Donghyuck didn’t believe in love at first sight. It was a stupid conception, because how was someone supposed to develop feelings for a person they had no knowledge about? Donghyuck didn’t understand, and frankly, he still doesn’t. He’s not sure as to why he fell in love with you at a single glance during a chance encounter. But one thing he is sure about?

Lee Donghyuck is confident that you’ll take his breath away every single time until he’s left unable to breathe without your presence.

you: donghyuck!!

Donghyuck pulls out his phone at the notification, a smile immediately spreading at the sender’s name.

you: go home alr! it’s cold outside, i don’t want you to freeze :(

donghyuck: how did you know i’m still out here?

you: i can see you from the sixteenth floor

Donghyuck looks up. The sixteenth floor is far up, but when he squints, he can see your hand shooing him away.

donghyuck: that’s not nice, telling your date to go away

you: if u get sick rn, you can’t be my date anymore so go home and take a long hot shower!!

Donghyuck chuckles.

donghyuck: so, more dates?

You leave him on read for one minute.

you: only if you go home rn and warm up

Donghyuck has never looked forward to living as much as now.

donghyuck: noted. good night, y/n :))

you: good night, donghyuck <3

Donghyuck believes in love at first sight and you are his proof.

bonus: the aftermath.

Approximately one hundred days have passed since you and Donghyuck decided to start dating, and instead of spending the special day outside, you’re snuggled up against your boyfriend at his place, watching Hunter × Hunter on TV. Neither of his parents are home and his younger sister kindly offered to hangout with their neighbour next door. It’s quiet, save for the anime and Donghyuck’s rhythmic breathing.

You lay your head flat against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Donghyuck strokes your head but his eyes don’t stray from the screen.

Frankly, you’re a little jealous.

“Hyuck,” you whine, poking his nose. He looks down at you with a puzzled face. “Give me a kiss.”

Your boyfriend laughs. “Needy, huh?”

You huff. “I want attention, so give me a kiss.”

Donghyuck chuckles, but he complies nonetheless, adjusting his position so his lips can graze yours. You hum into the kiss, your thumb drawing circles on his cheek.

It’s amazing how easily he takes your breath away.

taglist | @matchahyuck @lovehowdream @niinjo @jeonnyread @pckeia @dandelionxgal @huangstape @lemarkjun @mosviqu @neosdaisy @hayven-cov @toothfa-1-ry

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babbymochiiii · 4 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆ NCT MASTER LIST ⋆⁺₊⋆

pt. 2

( 🔞 18+ smut 🧸 fluff 💋 suggestive )

⭐️ note: welcome to pt. 2 of my master list! here you will find the rest of the members that couldn’t fit on the first half! link to pt.1 is here!

✨main master list: here

requests are open! ⭐️

🐆 MARK LEE:

Temporary Flag Girl: Mark Lee pt. 1

↪︎ 1.2k words

↪︎ illegal street racer mark, reader insert, comedy, street racer au

↪︎ Synopsis: you become a temporary flag girl for his race.

Back Again: Mark Lee pt. 2

↪︎ 1.2k words

↪︎ illegal street racer mark, reader insert, comedy, street racer au

↪︎ Synopsis: you go back to the car meet after not going for over a month.

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

Spider-Man Obssesion: Mark Lee

↪︎best friend! mark lee x afab! reader text fic

🦕 XIAO DEJUN:

🧸Runaway: Xiao Dejun

↪︎ 301 words

↪︎ non idol xiaojun, reader insert, angst, some fluff

↪︎ Synopsis: you had an arranged marriage with the eldest Xiao, but have been secretly dating Xiaojun.

🐴 WONG HENDERY:

Don't Go Insane: Wong Kun-Hang (HENDERY)

↪︎ 929 words

↪︎ incubus Hendery, afab reader, suggestive-ish content

↪︎ Synopsis: you swear you've seen him everywhere you go! Walking down the street, on the bus, wherever you are at he is there...but meeting him for the first time, officially, you find out he’s only just getting a hang of his new job.

🦊 HUANG RENJUN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐶 LEE JENO:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

[ 11:10 am ]

🐻 LEE HAECHAN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐰 NA JAEMIN:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐑 LIÚ YANGYANG: NO WORKS

🐬 ZHONG CHENLE:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🐹 PARK JISUNG:

Hell: NCT DREAM

↪︎ 527 words

↪︎ high school nct dream, reader insert (non gender), angst, mention of murder

↪︎ Synopsis: NCT Dream realizes what they did last summer…has come back to get them.

🔞Discord: PARK JISUNG

↪︎established relationship idol! jisung x afab reader, pleasuring yourself while on a discord call with jisung, jisung being a dom bc yes, jisung commanding you on how to pleasure yourself, fingering, handjob, slight cum play? Idk if it would be call that but it’s something like that, squirting?

↪︎synopsis: you and jisung have a discord date where things take a turn.

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hiraiet · 1 year

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📂 ⋮☰ 𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝘤𝘳. 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 (x)

master list of mythology

127 as boyfriends

dive into you / lee haechan (@scarletwinterxx)

off the record / johnny suh (@tyonfs)

romanicing / lee haechan (@jenoloqy)

relationship status: single / lee haechan (@jensrose)

friendly favor / lee haechan (@hencity)

kiss her you fool/ lee haechan (daegall)

la douleur exquise/ lee haechan (@softsichenghours)

baby face/ lee haechan (@smileysuh)

wicked games/ lee jeno (@iridesuhnce)

resting grinch face/ lee haechan (@luvdsc)

lovestruck / lee haechan (@multi-hoe net)

say you loathe me / lee haechan (@hoshabi)

Jis

and i love her just like that / lee haechan (@rrxnjun)

hyuck

just for you/ haechan (@hyuckmov)

extras

🖇 ⋮☰ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 -𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

📂 ⋮☰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 - 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬

#my fic #fic recs #blog recs #movie recommendation #nct recs #hyuck recs #haechan oneshot #haechan x reader #boyfriend haechan #romance #kpop oneshot #nct oneshot #nct scenarios

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nizhspo · 1 year

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photo credit: @briichz

genre: nct fluff, fake-dating, fwb

pairing: co-worker!hyuck x gn!reader

warnings: cursing, smut mentioned

summary: in which you and fwb!donghyuck are a little too close in the office, leading your co-workers (namely johnny) to think you’re dating at the office christmas party.

a/n: i’ve been rlly busy w/ school work but the christmas spirit has given me a bunch of new ideas so i’m def interested in making a spin-off of this prompt someday? and other holiday stories to come??? <3

“…and for my favorite award of the night,” johnny smiles cheekily, his face flushed from his several cups of doyoung’s famous eggnog recipe as he sways further into an equally flushed taeyong. “drumroll, please…”

johnny’s face is giddy as he watches the office erupt into rumbling, a chorus of whoops, bells, and laughter filling the conference room so loudly that you can’t help but join in, rapping your fists against the table.

“i present the mistletoe award to my favorite office couple— one, because they’re effing adorable, and two, because unlike a certain couple—” he turns to glare at winter and karina, “i’ve never caught them making out in the break room. so ladies and gentlemen, give it up for donghyuck and y/n!”

oh.

oh shit.

you and hyuck aren’t a couple. at least, not in the traditional way, that is.

i mean, sure, you’ve fucked in the janitorial closet a couple of times, and you’ve counted the number of moles on his body so many times you know the number by heart— but that wasn’t in a boyfriend way.

it was just in a donghyuck way.

in a friends-with-benefits way.

right?

but you can’t explain that to your co-workers, not when yangyang is drunk and teary-eyed about how you “never tell him anything,” or how ningning is exchanging cheers with chenle because she won their bet on you two.

and certainly not when taeyong is handing you the mic with his happy little drunk boba eyes.

but you’re also not a liar.

so when you two meet in the middle of the stage, your mind is made up, and you’re sure hyuck would agree.

“thank you for this award.. coworkers.” you grimace a little, vaguely aware of the mistletoe that johnny is beginning to hang above you two. “but me and hyuck aren’t dating, we’re—“

“actually engaged!” donghyuck interrupts, reaching over with one hand to grab the microphone as he squeezes you in the other, his hand resting tightly on your waist.

“me and y/n are recently engaged! and we are so, so, happy to accept this extra week of paid-time-off to further explore—“ his grip tightens on your waist, “our relationship as a young couple.” he nods with mock earnesty, making sure to throw a smile your way before handing johnny the microphone.

“wow, get a load of these two, everyone!“ he laughs heartily from his spot on the ladder above you two as he gestures towards the mistletoe. he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to know what he’s referencing.

and sure, you’ve kissed donghyuck dozens of times— but not like this. never in front of people (especially not your co-workers), and certainly not as as a y/n and donghyuck, the newly engaged couple.

but then hyuck leans in, his hand still firmly on your waist as he whispers in your ear, “are you gonna accept your award, y/n?”

hell yeah you are.

and without thinking, you lean in, too.

and for a split second, you feel nothing but him. his hair in your hands, his lips on yours, the cotton of his stupid light-up sweatshirt, and his hands gripping your waist.

oh, and don’t forget the whoops of your co-workers.

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orecana · 8 months

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Once upon a time

Nct dream ot7 x male reader

Hello everybody, Orecana here is back with another fic for you guys. i've decided to try to write something i haven't tried after a long time, angst. As always, thank you to everyone who liked and read my fics.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS:

Main character death (y/n)

slight horror

survivor guilt

excessive crying

suicide attempts

nightmare/flashbacks

abuse/verbal assault

children were laughing, singing and dancing. They were full of joy. this is what a young boy thought as he walks timidly home. he was accompanied by another young boy. they were talking happily.

"hey! last one home is a rotten egg."

the boy's energetic friend runs off as the boy tries to warn him about cars and chases him. it was unfortunate that the friend was too excited that he failed to see the car that was in front of him when he steps onto the road to home.

"JAEMIN!"

it was a blur really, he couldn't remember what had happened but what he does know is that when he wakes up after he was pushed, He sees something that would traumatize him forever. he struggled to breath, trying to hold back tears as he see the boy, his friend with blood all over his body.

The boy screams so loud that it alerted everyone in the neighborhood. when the parents arrived to the crime scene while some neighbors tries to phone the ambulance. the boy's parents holds him like he was the most precious thing ever and caresses his arms. his friend's father tried to hit him and told him that he should have died instead of his son which resulted in a huge fight.

as they fight, the boy walks towards the body of his friend and hold his body as he sobs into it. his tears staining the white shirt they were wearing as a matching outfit. the worst part was that the boy had a smile as he lays unconscious on the road which only made jaemin cries harder.

"wake up......."

"WAKE UP!"

jaemin startles awake in his bed, gasping for air as he felt a pair of hands wrap around him.

"Jaemin, are you okay?" jeno says as he tries to calm him down

jaemin looks around seeing the faces of his group members looking at him with concerned looks. he was sweating a lot, it was a painful memory to remember. he felt a hand on his, he looks up to see renjun with a worried face.

"it's been happening for many days already jaemin-ah, i think it's time you let us know what is troubling you. i can't bear to see you cry in your sleep anymore." renjun says as he can feel his tears threatening to pour out.

jaemin looks down, feeling ashamed over his own actions. He didn't that avoiding the topic has caused so much trouble for his band members.

mark sits on the bed and rubs jaemin's shoulders as he whispers sweet nothings to him.

"don't keep your pain within yourself, darling. We're all here to help you overcome it and we'll do everything that we can do. you just have to let us in."

jaemin blushes a bit at the nickname. it has been a secret for a long time but all 7 of them were in a relationship. At first, not everyone was open to the idea of having such a relationship, but overtime everyone realized their feelings and warmed up to the idea of this relationship.

jaemin sighs as he look at everyone and takes a deep breath.

"okay, you guys better strap yourself. since we got the whole week off, i'm gonna go over every detail. please don't mind me if i cry over this, it's just a painful memory for me."

they nod and smile. this made jaemin loosen up and begins to tell about his childhood.

you see, jaemin did have a happy childhood and it was because of his friend y/n l/n. because he was kinda rich, he was only sought after because of his wealth. y/n however was not like that, he genuinely wanted to be friends with jaemin. He was hesitant at first, not knowing if y/n really wanted to be friends with him. he quickly warmed up though when y/n saved him from falling off the stairs.

it might sound silly but the genuine smile that he saw on y/n face was what made him accept the friend request. they told their respective parents about their friends and while jaemin received positive reviews, he knew something was up with y/n when he was suddenly avoiding him like a plague.

at first, he didn't mind because he didn't want to barge into unknown territories. but after a month, he had enough. He corners y/n near the library halls and started screaming at him.

"i don't know what i did wrong to make you avoid me, but AT LEAST talk to me or just tell me you're okay...."

jaemin cries as his body falls onto y/n who holds it.

"I'm sorry, my parents wanted me to use you for money. That's why i avoided you."

Jaemin smiles and y/n smiles back.

"friends?"

y/n chuckles

"friends."

After that it was so much fun for them. They hanged out together, made many fun memories. Of course until that fateful day. The car crash.

Jaemin sobs while telling the members about y/n saving him from the car crash and how he felt so guilty about it. Donghyuck caresses jaemin's hair as mark whispers sweet nothings to him.

"I'm sorry it happened to you jaemin ah."

"No, don't be sorry. It was my fault. if i didn't run, he wouldn't have died."

Jisung angrily grips jaemin by the collar of his shirt.

"It's not anyone's fault. Even if you travelled back in time, It would have still happened."

Chenle removes jisung's hand from jaemin as he tries to calm down the maknae.

"jisung is mad you're blaming yourself. But what he said is true babe. There are just some things in life that we can't change no matter what we do."

Jaemin listened to the two youngest words and he felt himself relieved of the guilt he felt just now. Then they heard something move in the room. they tried to look for where it was coming from until something dropped to the floor.

Jeno goes to check it out. He saw something on the floor amidst the dark room and picks it up.

"Uh jaemin, It appears to be a portrait of someone."

Jaemin's blood froze and instantly went to grab the portrait. No..... it can't be....

It was a portrait of 2 boys standing and hugging each other. they were smiling happily and words were carved into the portrait. It reads

"BEST FRIENDS FOREVER"

Then a noise from the bathroom broke them out of their trances. They look it with fearful expressions. Jisung slowly approaches and opens the door along with turning on the lights. He freezes when he looks at the mirror and signals the others to look as well.

It was a bloody message that reads

"Where's our most cherished place nana?"

Jaemin head hurts again as he groans painfully, seeing many visions before collapsing.

'a letter with a heart on it...... A place with many flowers...... A tall sakura tree...'

Jaemin wakes up from his flashback with the other members surrounding him again. Renjun and jeno were hugging each of his arms while the others slept around the bed.

"are you awake nana?"

jaemin looks to his left, seeing renjun giggling and pinch his cheeks.

"Yes, i am injunnie."

slowly the others got up as well because of the interaction between the two.

"i remembered something when i looked at that message."

they all look at jaemin in surprise and chenle asked what was it?

"it was our old place, i bet it's in shambles now. but i wanna see it again since the message told me to. will you guys come with me?"

He smiles a bit but it was enough to warm the others heart knowing that jaemin has recovered a bit.

"we would love to, hyung" chenle said with a smile as well

"someone should tell the manager though."

Mark sternly tells everyone as they get ready to head out. everyone nod in agreement. they don't want their manager to go on a wild goose chase for their whereabouts.

still being the leader, he decides to be the one to do it. the manager was kind and told them that it is okay but warn them to be safe and be as discreet as possible because they don't want the members to get into trouble.

mark says goodbye as he starts off the car while everybody else locks the dorm. Mark drives the car based on jaemin's directions. they started small and happy talks while they were driving, filling the atmosphere with joy. Then they arrived at that place. it was just as jaemin said nothing was the same.

It wasn't the same place that jaemin remembers. it was filled with a garden of flowers and a giant sakura tree in the middle. Now though, nothing was left, no gardens no flowers not even a sign of life was there. there was only a dead tree in the middle but jaemin knew that going there would mean something.

They all got out of the car after mark parked it somewhere safe and began walking towards the dead tree. everything was gone. The green bushes full of flowers were now dead withered and the little bugs that y/n and him would catch is nowhere to be seen. And the giant blooming sakura tree where y/n confesses that he had a crush now stood dead and hollow.

they stopped in front of the tree, frozen in their tracks. jaemin felt tears running down his cheeks as he drops to his knees. the others could do nothing but stand frozen at the sight before them.

there it was, the Corpse of y/n l/n. the state of the body was as jaemin remembers it, Blood dripping down all parts of the body, eyes closed with that horrid smile. Then the corpse moves its head up and opens its eyes, showing extremely dark eyes with small white pupils.

"You're all here. *smiles* I'm g-glad"

Jaemin stares at it in disbelief. It couldn't be....

"y-y/n?"

The corpse smiles as it stands up, walking towards the group.

"of course nana. Who else?"

jaemin rush to hug the corpse. even if it was dead and rotten but he didn't care. he missed his friend so much.

"i-i'm sorry y/n. if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have died."

y/n only smiles as he pats jaemin's back and look at the members behind him.

"it's not your fault jaemin, in fact i have a confession to make. i would have died that day even if i hadn't saved you."

jaemin was confused as he backs away from his childhood friend.

"what do you mean?" "i've tried killing myself millions of times already jaemin, it's only natural that i will die soon."

the revelation shocked jaemin very hard as he stared at y/n in disbelief. there was no way.... right?

"that day, i've consumed poison so i would die the moment i sleep. that's why i felt extremely weak and tired that day. But when i saw the car coming your way, i couldn't bear to see you die so i pushed you out of the way."

Jaemin was angry and grips the corpses shoulders. because the body was frail, a huge crack sound echo through the environment.

jeno tries to hold jaemin back but mark stopped him, shaking his head.

"let them take care of this."

Jaemin was growling at his dead friend who only smiled at him back.

" why did you kill yourself? why?"

"because my parents was gonna sell me off. they only had money because they won their gambles but when they don't and the person demanded payment, they decided to sell me off."

Jaemin only become angrier, knowing that those pieces of shit called y/n parents killed his most beloved childhood friend.

"why did you save me?" "because you still have a life. my life was already decided for me but yours was not. That's why i saved you. don't be sad jaemin ah! I'm so happy to see you accomplish a lot of things in life. i'm so glad."

y/n pushes jaemin away from him as he starts walking back to the tree. his body changing, glowing. He was his normal self now. no longer covered in blood and looking as pretty as back then only that he aged himself. his body begins to slowly fade away as jaemin screams "NO" and tries to stop him but The others hold him back as y/n smiles sadly.

"you know jaemin, my life was shit until i found you. you were the only thing in this world that kept me from moving on into the afterlife. I wanted to see you happy, just once."

The other 6 members don't know why but tears threatened to fall down their faces as well at y/n's words.

"I LOVE YOU GUYS. NCT DREAM!"

those were y/n's final words as he fade away leaving a photo album on the ground. They walk towards and grab it and opens the book.

in it were memories of y/n with all of them. all members heads begin to spin as they all recall memories that were long forgotten. how they met y/n, how they hang out, how all of them met back in their childhood.

They snapped out of it to see the album empty with only fragile papers threatened to torn at any second and only a sentence was written on it.

"I LOVE YOU GUYS. I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE HAPPY!"

They smiled at the message as mark excuses himself to go get the car so they can go home. Once they were in the car, they all look at each other. as if they were thinking the same thing, they all laugh in sync before mark starts up the car and drives them home.

Jaemin looks out the window and into the clear sky as he smile fondly.

'i hope that wherever you are now y/n, i hope you're happy. Thanks for giving me- no, for giving us such wonderful memories that we wish to forget. You gave us the strength to fight forward.'

So please y/n l/n, rest in peace. WE LOVE YOU TOO.

nct dream was finishing their concert and were walking to their favorite place to eat when a familiar person walk past them. jaemin notices and tries to grab them when they turn around smiling.

"Hello guys..."

#fanfiction #romance #gay #male idol x male reader #horror #nct dream #nct dream x male reader #na jaemin #nct x male reader #lee jeno #mark lee #lee donghyuck #haechan #huang renjun #zhong chenle #park jisung #kpop male idol x male reader

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sarahespacial · 1 year

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#mb #haechan #haechan icons #nct icons #nct moodboard #nct layouts #nct 127 #nct dream icons #boys icons #haechan moodboard #haechan messy moodboard #nct messy icons #soft aesthetic #soft icons #soft moodboard #romance

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hyuck-xix · 1 year

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not my video but (1) HOW TO BE JISUNG (2) why have i been listening to love me like you do on repeat for the past 2 hours after i saw this edit lol i forgot how good of a song it is

#haechan #jisung #nct dream #there's another jihyuck video i saw today and they're both making my heart dizzy #I'm in that delulu phase of stanning where i *will* be pretending I'm jisung for the rest of the day lmao #i just want a whirlwind romance okay 🤧 I'm lonely and touch starved and bored over here

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technologyculturedneo · 1 year

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Midnight Writings:

All About My Secret Fling.

If I could tell you a story that I know you wouldn't believe even if the proof was right under your nose- staring at you right in the face, I'd tell you about my secret fling with: Lee Haechan Pairing. Reader (I) x Donghyuck (you)

When we broke up I kept holding onto the memories, thinking and absorbing myself deep in the idea that you'd come back. I kept watching our videos over and over again. I had hope that we'd just taken some time apart and that all would be well when we got some air.

And then I saw you. For the first time after 3 years. I saw you on my friends phone. My heart broke. You were smiling and dancing in all sorts of videos. There you were, a screen away from me, having the time of your life, sending her videos. I wondered how you guys got together. I was too afraid to ask, but then again she made it clear how much she loved you. It stayed in the back of my head until I realised that she wasn't the only one with videos of you...

I don't know how I had failed to attach your familiar voice to your face. I don't know how I missed out on your unique voice, the same voice that sang me to sleep, that laughed and cried with me. For so long we were apart, I hadn't heard your voice until it hit me, that I'd always been listening to you sing for all those 3 years. Your songs were on the radio every morning when I went to work, your songs were rising on all the charts, your songs cheered me up when I was feeling so low and your songs reminded me so much of what you and I had. So then how did I not recognise that it was you? That it was always you I listened to? How did I fail to notice that Haechan was once Lee Donghyuck? My Donghyuck.

In our break, I listened to Haechen's songs with deep love, because I wondered how he could relate so much to what had happened between Donghyuck and I. Little did I know that you were Haechan, that Haechan was Donghyuck and that Donghyuck and Haechan...were you. But the only difference between you and Haechan was that, you weren't mine anymore. You weren't my love anymore, because you became everyone's love.

I plucked up the courage to finally search up your face, and when I did, my heart had never felt so deflated before. I was afraid to see it, but after I saw your new charisma I finally understood why you never came back to me. We broke up because when we were still in college you wanted everyone to know that you were dating me, you wanted to hold my hand in public, kiss me and genuinely make everyone know that you were happy to be with me. But I was shy and scared and nervous to be seen with Lee Donghyuck. You never understood what it was like for someone like me, to be with someone like you. You loved me for my soul and personality, but nobody else saw that in me. They only saw my flaws. You on the other hand, had a god complex. So of course I would be ridiculed and bashed for being with you. I didn't want to take the chance. Besides, in my belief, nobody could pull off being the best secret couple the way we could.

We had so much fun away from all preying eyes. When it was just you and me, fire could merge with water, ice could freeze over hell and heaven and hell made peace- that's how we were. And to think we let each other go always has me in tears.

When I saw you on tv, the way you moved and sang- it charmed everyone and I couldn't help but recall those days we'd dance together in the empty parking lot, the way we'd hide in my father's ruined down car making love so passionately, the way you'd always stare at me in a room full of students- I'd look away like I hadn't known and you'd tease me about it later. Oh god I missed how you'd tease me, from taunting me in my bed with your sexy hips moving against mine to taunting me at school in the corridors with your sexy body rolls or in class making sure that I had my eyes on you and no one else.

But after seeing you on tv, seeing your face, I knew it was over. That it was really over. I finally had to let you go. I got my closure and although it hurt, I didn't wanna put myself through another moment of waiting for you. If I could give us a chance again, I promise that I would've let you hold my hand in public, kiss me the way you wanted on graduation day with the whole school looking, given you the chance to show me off like the proud boyfriend you were. I would've made sure to let you know, that I was never ashamed of our relationship. I was ashamed of myself.

So as a final way of parting my ties with you, I got tickets to one of your concerts, it costed my whole savings account, but it was worth it. I tried not to think of the consequences but, it was when I realised I had no money left, that I wondered if it really was worth it. And yes, it was. It felt like a movie when I saw you again after many years.

In fact, it was like the first time we met. The lights dimmed in the darkened arena and all I heard was your voice. Just like how you stepped into Mr Kim's class late while the hall room was dark and the projection was running, you made such a fit that you couldn't see and Mr Kim yet again was outrageous. I'll never forget that day, because you sat right next to me. For the first time in my life, I can say that I was not able to breathe with you next to me. The same way I wasn't able to breathe when I saw you on stage and you smirked. Red looked so good on you. You sang with your whole heart and my heart was more content seeing you do what you love instead of hiding with me.

I sang along and enjoyed the refreshing feelings that washed over me. It hurt to see you on stage grinning the way you did with me - to a sold out arena of other girls. It hurt hearing how some of your fans would scream and chant out how they loved you and you responded with how you loved them back. The way you teased and looked at them, the way you smiled and joked with them made me see how much better you looked, better then I'd ever see. Our relationship was History and your supportive fans who weren't afraid to show you off and scream out your name like their life depended on it -was your new future. It is your new future.

At first I was sad because we weren't together anymore and I was sad because my bank account was empty, but after some time I slowly became happy. Happy for you, everything that you wanted came true. Your voice was heard and you were in the spotlight with fans that loved and supported you.

However, as I lay in my bed with one tab opened on my empty bank account a feeling of happiness washes over me with the hope that you'll find someone else, someone you can freely do the things you love with, someone who's better then me. Better then your secret lover, or rather secret fling.

Yet, when my phone vibrates on my night stand I pick it up- surprise washing over me upon seeing a text message from a number. A number that I saved as 'Sunshine'. A number that belonged to someone I cherished dearly. My sunshine who I could always count on. Reading the text, my heart elevates from it's deflated state.

You looked so beautiful tonight

It reminded me of the days I couldn't touch you

Butterflies erupt in my stomach while reading your text, just like the first time you hit me up.

I thought my texts wouldn't go through, I'm happy to see you're reading

If I could have another chance with you again in this lifetime, I promised myself that I would let you hold my hand and show me off to the world. No matter what happens, with you by my side again, I'll make sure to show you that you weren't some fling to me, but you were so much more than that. But I wouldn't mind being a secret fling again.

It's Donghyuck by the way :) your secret "fling" from college

Did you enjoy the concert?

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Romance On Ice. | LHC | PT 1.

Prologue;; • “Baby you’re playing a dangerous game.” “But I like it, so I’m not complaining.”

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Synopsis;; • Oh Damin is an aspiring skater coming from Canada to Seoul. She joins a team of multiple skaters, Damin will be training with other skaters, however one skater she instantly comes to dislike.

Genre(s);; • Skater Romance Au, Sports Fanfic/Series, Friendship, Fluff, Rivals To Lovers, Smut!!!

Warning(s);; • Smut!! No minors, Strong language, mentions of graphic injuries, alcohol substance use, mentions of mental health, mentions of toxic friends. NSFW List;; Switch Haechan! Oc!Switch!! Whiny/sub haechan/mean top! Haechan, training room seggs..? Semi-public, pinning, trying to dominate each other, teasing, Hyuck is just mean, Damin is also mean— 😭 everyone’s mean. Jealousy mentions, Haechan’s a Jelly boy. Ice Rink smut…— markings, hair pulling, Orgasm Denial— Oral (M + F) receiving, Face Riding and bondage (blindfold too.)

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“Seriously mom I only just arrived in Seoul, you don’t have to call me every five minutes.” Damin would say with a slight change of tone being all nervous, her mother on the other line would come up with many excuses such as: ‘come on you never were in Seoul! You don’t know the place, I do! Let me help you around.’ As if she were there in person.

Damin sighs looking over at the taxi that stops in front of her, the driver helping with the luggage from the busy airport, Damin getting in the car. “Mom sorry I have bad signal—ahhh? You’re cutting off bye bye!” She tells hanging up, sighing. Her mother is really protective.

The driver gets inside the front driver seat, looking at the girl as he turns around. “Are you off to the Seoul NCT Skating Camp?” The driver said up front, Damin nodding. “Yes, I am sir.”

“Where did you come from?” The driver asked, the vehicle stopping at the red lights signalling the road. Damin durning the drive was mainly quiet, unless spoken to. “Canada.” He wows as he taps the stirring wheel. “Wow long way! Are you here for the skating competition in December?”

Damin would nod upfront, she shifts forward speaking in more excitement with tone. “Sir do you perhaps know about the skating upcoming competition and World Cup?” The driver’s voice hissed as if it were obviously the most important thing to know if you’re living in Korea.

“Of course! Everyone who lives in Korea watches the skating program the most. How about when the time comes in December I shall cheer you on?” The driver said, Damin laughing a little. “I’d appreciate the support sir!”

The drive weren’t long till the large central training campus was shown, the taxi driver stops midway, the driver getting out to help Damin with her luggage. They bid goodbye and the girl was now officially alone again, standing in front of a centrepiece building with three floors and a wide static roof design. There was a dorm building to the right side much further away with a car park too.

There is a long gate that closes and opens between the timing 8am to 12am. Damin took some time adjusting and observing her surroundings outside, until she finally walks with the luggage moving next to her.

Entering the building she was welcomed with a stuffy warm energy, the summer heat hitting Damin much more than Canada’s weather that has lots of rain lately there; She felt a person rush to Damin on the right side.

“Oh Damin?” The man approaches,, looking around his early twenties, wearing a light white gym comfy tracksuit, light brown soft silky fluffed hair and tannish skin practically floating with clear smooth canvas without any blemishes. The man shows a toothy grin. Damin bowing her head. “Hello, who are you..?” She softly asks, she most definitely doesn’t know this guy for sure.

“I am Baekhyun, your trainer for the next six months.” He sees the young girl immediately bow in a ninety degree angle, Baekhyun witnessing the many eyes watching the girl and him so he kindly brings Damin to face him. The eccentric girl smiling ear to ear with polite and respect. Byun Baekhyun is known for his astonishing creative skating programs and dances, he himself made a new pathway for the sport when no one took it seriously in the past.

He’s one of the greatest skaters and teachers in Damin’s eyes. “Teacher! I’m your biggest fan and- it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Damin would say again, Baekhyun was most definitely caught off guard now if he wasn’t before. He shyly smiles looking down, “yes yes, now don’t cause me a scene because people are already watching us.” Baekhyun mutters, dragging the young girl away from the people’s eye.

“Anyways, now that we’re somewhere more quiet. How was your flight?” Baekhyun wonders, it was a long flight for sure . Damin remarks very nonchalantly, it was pretty easy when you sleep the entire flight away in a second. “It was alright, I slept the entire thing away.”

“You’re definitely not sleeping tonight then.” Baekhyun adds in with a small banter, Damin nodding admiringly. The two bring themselves to the huge ice rink, Damin wowing at the large rink of ice with multiple skaters on it already moving at such high speed.

Baekhyun saw Damin’s face glow up with happiness and excitement, her eyes forming a large O shape, her mouth gaping at the sight of the new area where the cold temperature is like a second home to her and the skating shoes are like her second true feet . He pats Damin’s back in friendly manner.

“Welcome to your new ice rink. Look to your left there are skating shoes, find your size and put them on. Join the others at the rink, they’re all nice people.” Baekhyun explains forward, he didn’t need to tell the girl twice though because she was five steps ahead, putting on the shoes.

He walks away with a short smile at the eager fresh addition to the new team.

The four skaters huddle in the distance whispering and chattering as they observe the new girl who was focusing on the shoe laces of the skating equipment. Jungwoo was spying the most at the new girl. “You see her? Doesn’t she look so cool?” He asks his friend, Doyoung.

The rabbit man side eyes Jungwoo. “You say that about everyone, Jungwoo.” Doyoung responds with suspicious eyes, Jungwoo scoffing. “Pfttt, so? I bet she’s cool.” The third boy skating forward in the middle, pushing himself in between the two older boys hums cheerfully. “I heard she’s from Canada just like me.” He brags forward.

“Honestly no one asked Mark.” The final boy from afar vaguely spoke out. Causing the huddle to go silent and break into awkwardness. Despite the boys being new to each other, there was this one person who no one really got on with. That person going by the name, Lee Haechan.

Doyoung turns to the boy from afar who loops in the air, skating around the huddle instead of joining them. Doyoung speaking with inviting tone. “What do you think about the new skater?”

“Not much.” Haechan claims with a shrug to his shoulders, skating away soon enough further in the ice rink.

Damin took a deep final breathe as she eyes the ice, the first steps of coming on a new ice rink is like a new feeling of biting into a newly type of food you’ve never tasted. To her, using a new ice rink always has a different vibe. This rink, was exciting and joyful. Once those metallic rails holding the skating shoes hit the ice, her body starts to sway left and right like a sea rocking forth a shore in a quick pace. Damin leaping round smoothly about the wide and large round ice rink like a ball buzzing through.

The three boys in the middle would watch the girl jump midway the ice and land on two feet, swirling like a strawberry in a hot warm bubbly chocolate pool. The new skater did not stop there, because when Jungwoo thought she ended showing off, Damin was doing a front leap backflip, successfully skating forward again on feet, coming to the middle once again.

Jungwoo gasps as his hands clap. “You see what did I tell you! She’s cool!” The white hair boy skates forward leaving Doyoung, the older man following behind Jungwoo. Damin was met with two men approaching with a warm smile.

“Hey! Just wanted to say you’re pretty amazing so far. I’m Kim Jungwoo, Seoul’s fastest skater as of right now.” Jungwoo would tell with his hands upfront, Damin shaking his hand lightly. “Wow you’re the guy from Tv who finished within just a minute and twenty seconds his program.” She gawks, it was such a wide achievement amongst the industry.

She’d turn to the black hair man who reaches forward his hand with a half innocent smile. “Kim Doyoung.”

“Kim doyoung..” Damin would repeat, shaking his hand tightly. “Wait you’re— the guy who performed Havana in japan 2016 and won first place!”Damin awed, she met her idols thanks to this opportunity. She’s not regretting this at all.

Doyoung speaks. “Yeah that’s me! I’m surprised you know a lot.” He greets again before he lets go off the handshake, Damin noticing the other guy coming forth with the most uninterested expression.

Jungwoo sighs. “That boy over there is Lee Haechan.” Damin looking over to the boy looking similar to her age skating, his body was light as a feather as well as elegantly pushing against the air and chunks of ice that flew in the air, his reddish brown hair standing out with the blue-cold colours, he twists about until a little bit of his stomach gets revealed from the oversized black shirt he wore.

Damin admires in silence, he was beautiful and aesthetically pleasing to watch skate. “He’s not the greatest person to speak with, so don’t take it to heart at whatever he says.” Jungwoo explains.

“Isn’t he the one who won golden medals in the winter competitions three times in a row?” Damin ponders between the two men who in unison agree. “Yeah, that’s him. He’s the new rising star who hasn’t been beaten yet.”

“My goal is to win the golden medal this season, i’ll do anything to win.” Damin speaks, the two men wowing in respect to the determination. She will have to beat Haechan though, and he isn’t easy.

“You’ll do anything to win, did you say?” The voice speaks behind them causing the three to flinch and turn around, Jungwoo slipping on the ice landing on his back. Haechan glaring down at the three, especially at the girl. “I’m not planning to lose to a noob.” He’d tell in the most groused voice, looking down at Damin already.

The girl glares back as she skates forward to Haechan, the two figures standing in front each other with the same expression; dislike, glaring daggers and rivalry sparking already. Doyoung and Jungwoo watching from afar, as he got help from the older man to help him stand up. Haechan smirks at the girl with an arrogant smile. “Okay, I accept the competition. Try to beat me in December, because I’m certain you’re going to lose miserably in front of thousands of people.”

Damin sassed immediately as her soft voice hit a nerve within him. “I don’t think i need to try, you almost came last to Na Jaemin last season.”

Doyoung’s mouth literally drops to the ice ground beneath then, Jungwoo flinching at the scariest pissed off expression he’s ever seen Haechan make. She hit the most sensitive insecure spot inside the young boy. Haechan growls a little, about to say something.

But someone finally interrupts. “Alright Skaters huddle here!” Baekhyun shouts, whistling to call them over where he’s skating with his shoes. Haechan glaring down at Damin. “You’re lucky he came out.” he said before sliding away, going to Baekhyun.

Doyoung looks at Damin whispering. “You certainly have war now with Haechan if you didn’t before.” Damin shrugs unbothered, she stated her opinion. She thinks Jaemin should’ve won the golden medal.

“Oh well, what’s he going to do that will make me living here hell?”

Little did she know she’s foreshadowing the future where he will legitimately make living here hell for her.

Masterlink to “Romance On Ice” Chapters.

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weirdkpopgirl · 2 years

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Late Night | Jaemin Imagine #2

Title: Late Night

Genre: Fluff, slight comedy

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1084k

Author’s Note: Another idea that came to me randomly. It’s a little cliche, so I apologize. I was able to finish this one fairly quickly. If you see my W.I.P page, I have other things I’m working to write and post here. Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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It was a late night on the weekend and you were having a sleepover with the 00’ line of NCT Dream. Yes, you knew how weird it was to be the only girl in a group of guys. But they were your closest friends, so they saw you like a sister. Well, almost all of them.

The thing was, Jaemin had a secret crush on you. But he never said anything, because he didn’t think you felt the same way. Little did he know that you’ve also liked the boy for some time now. You refrained from doing anything about it for the same reasons as Jaemin. Honestly, it was a little frustrating for the rest of the guys to watch.

The time was 11 pm, and you guys had finished the last episode of Crash Landing on You. Earlier you guys had played a few games and ordered fried chicken for dinner. A lot of laughter and some bickering had occurred. You were all grateful to have a break and relax a bit together.

“What should we do now?” Jeno asked.

Haechan snapped his fingers, signaling he had an idea. “We should have girl talk!”

“Uh—you do realize (Y/n) is the only girl here, right?” Renjun raised an eyebrow at his fellow member.

The singer rolled his eyes, “You know what I mean. Let’s just talk about something, anything.”

You guys exchanged glances, and reluctantly gave in. You grabbed one of the couch pillows to hold on to.

“Okay, what are we going to talk about?” asked Jaemin.

You squeezed the pillow tighter, not liking the look that Haechan was giving you.

“Why not about you and Jaemin?”

“What—what about us?” You nearly choked on the air. Jaemin seemed to be also thrown off by the sudden attention. But he tried not to show it too much.

Renjun leaned forward. “Oh right. You guys aren’t dating yet?”

“What do you mean?” Jaemin laughed nervously.

“I swear, I’ve never seen two people be so oblivious,” Haechan facepalmed. “Seriously, I feel like you’ve both liked each other since forever.”

You and Jaemin coincidentally made eye contact, and shades of pink quickly appeared across your cheeks. A few minutes ago you were cold, but now the room felt hot all of sudden.

“Pfft. Where did you guys get that idea?” You tried to brush them off.

In response, Renjun rolled his eyes. “Do we really have to explain?”

“You’re constantly flirting and getting shy around each other,” Jeno started to list their reasoning with his fingers. “Jaemin only takes pictures of (Y/n) with his camera, and (Y/n) always chooses Jaemin when it comes to partner things for games or driving somewhere.”

Haechan held his hand toward the two of you, “You guys even sat next to each other!”

Neither would’ve realized that if Haechan hadn’t pointed that out. In a way, you both subconsciously gravitated toward one another. But you weren’t aware Jaemin was like that too.

Feeling quite overwhelmed by all of this, you quickly changed the topic to something else. But when you guys finally retired for the night, you couldn’t fall asleep. What the guys said earlier about you and Jaemin kept swimming through your head.

Too caught up in your thoughts, you got up and went to the kitchen to get some water. You were surprised to see Jaemin there when you came in.

“You’re still awake?” You heard him ask. The darkness in the room made it slightly harder to see him. You nodded hesitantly and went over to stand by him behind the counter.

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Same.”

A short silence filled the void in between you. Things felt a little awkward now, after what happened earlier. Both of you were unsure of what to say.

“Do you really like me?” You worked up the courage to ask. It was a stupid question, that you probably shouldn’t have said anything.

Jaemin hesitated but to your surprise, he nodded. “Yeah, a lot actually. I have for a long time.”

Wow, and you were too afraid to be rejected by him. You didn’t think that he’d actually feel the same. All of sudden, your heart was beating super fast. It was almost as if you had been waiting for Jaemin to tell you those words. You could tell he was anxiously waiting for a response.

“I…like you too,” You mumbled, brushing a loose strand of your hair back.

Jaemin stared at you blankly for a few seconds, before placing a hand on his chest.

“Whew, that’s a relief.”

You laughed lightly at his reaction. Jaemin smiled and reached his hand to your face but stopped before he could touch you.

“What is it?” You asked.

Jaemin lowered his head. “I want to kiss you. But I don’t want to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”

Even now, he was still being considerate and wanted your consent first. He was such a sweetheart.

“You can, if you want to,” You heard yourself say without thinking.

His ears perked up and the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds. Then before Jaemin could regret it, he cupped half of your face and brought your lips to meet his. He was careful to make sure not to rush things. When he felt you were easing into the kiss, he placed his opposite hand on your waist.

The kiss was so tender and sweet. You broke away a few times, only to be pulled back in for more. He had your back gently pressed against the counter, as the only sound you could hear was your lips moving against one another. That was until you heard footsteps shuffling from the kitchen entrance.

Jaemin and you jumped off each other when you saw it was Haechan.

Haechan rolled his eyes, “Finally. But it’s kinda weird you guys are making out at two in the morning.”

While you hid your face in Jaemin’s chest, he threw his head back in annoyance.

“Aish…you ruined the moment, Haechan-ah!”

Haechan laughed and left the room. A little later when you recovered, Jaemin glanced down at you.

“So are we like boyfriend and girlfriend now?”

You smiled shyly. “I guess so.”

Jaemin’s heart nearly exploded when you wrapped your arms around his torso and your head looked up toward him. He hugged you back and pressed a kiss against your hair.

The two of you couldn’t be happier than right now.

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healing-in-hell · 2 years

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Title: Maid for u pt.2

Pairing: Dom!Jeno X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, hybrid!AU

Warnings: Blowjobs, crude language, nipple play, nicknames, mentions of porn and other adult sites,

[PART TWO]

“Hmm. Don’t you find it weird that they have been having a ‘conversation’ about what WE did for the whole day” Haechan said, arm around Jeno as he leaned against the counter and watched the two of you. Jeno nodding his head.

“Exactaly, I even heard screams and things being thrown around in the room. Do you think he could had hurt her?” Jeno asked, even though he knew very well what had really happened.

“Nah man. Renjun wouldn’t even hurt a fly” Haechan said, but ‘oh was he wrong’ because, with you around . . . Everything would change, even that!

“Don’t forget to lock up before you leave” Renjun reminded Jeno before leaving the café, Haechan following close behind, leaving Jeno to lock up shop.

“So, Y/N, how’d you like your first day?” Jeno asked, sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Good. The punishment from Renjun was quite enjoyable” You replied, eating the sweet tart Renjun made you before leaving, forgetting about the promise you madeto Renjun about keeping that on the low side.

You felt awkward about asking but before leaving, you asked Renjun if you could stay with him and the guys at their apartment since yours was being re-done. Obviously, Renjuns going to say ‘Yes’, so . . . that’s what led to your current situation, you and Jeno, alone- at the café.

“Hey, Y/N do you think you can grab that fork for me?” Jeno asked, grabbing a fork out of a drawer and tossing it on the floor. Nodding, you sat up from your chair and walked over to where the fork lay, Jeno knew very well what he was doing as you bent over to grab the fork. Renjun was right about what he said, you did enjoy the rush of having your ass looked at as you wiggled your hips in the air, exposing more skin then grabbing the fork as you stood up and handed it to Jeno.

“Here you go” you say, batting your eyes as you handed it to him, playing innocent. You drove Jeno crazy, crazy enough that when your around, he cannot seem to focus cause all he could do was stare.

“T-Thank you. Want some tea?” Jeno asked, nervously trying to hide the tent between his legs.

“Mhmm” you said then made your way to the kitchen to help with the tea.

“Lemon or green?” Jeno asked, grabbing two packets of tea and handing them to you.

“Lemon” you say, grabbing it from him, but not before brushing your fingers over his. The last straw.

“The teas wonderful!” you cheer, holding your cup with both hands as you took tiny sips. Then suddenly there was a sound of thunder outside that caused you to shudder, spilling tea all over your blouse.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Jeno asks, grabbing a towel to dry off the tea.

“I’m fine although it is a bit hot”” Do you need my shirt?” Jeno asked but you just shook your head as you began undoing the lace of your dress. Jeno gulped at your actions as you slipped it off, leaving you in nothing but a lacy bra and panties, still soaked from earlier.

“Y/N, what’re you doing” Jeno gulped, and you began to worry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d care. I’ll change back if you want bu-” “NO!” Jeno exclaimed, grabbing your blouse from you, tossing it to the side.

“You look better this way” he said, making his way to you then picking you up and placing you on the edge of the counter.

“Jeno, your pants” you gasped at the feeling of his growing errection hardening on your leg. Taking one hand you slightly unbuttoned his pants only enough to slip a hand inside.

“Can I help?” You asked with innocence as you looked down at him, eyes batting at the question and all Jeno could do is nod as your hand makes movements up and down his member, almost inaudible groans leaving the boys lips at the feeling of your cold fingers wrapped around him.

“Is this good?” you ask and Jeno nods again then placing one hand on the back of your neck, he kisses you. You felt trapped in the kiss as his tounge allowed itself into your mouth, one hand gripping your ass as the other had its fingers tangled in your hair. It felt-odd, different maybe.

“Jeno-” you breathed, pulling away for air before diving back into his embrace. Lifting you off the counter, Jeno placed you back onto the ground before pulling his pants down to his thighs.

“Want it?” He asks; however, he didn’t even have to ask as you threw yourself onto your knees, taking him into your hands before wrapping your plump, cherry red lips around him, occasionally kissing and licking up and down his cock before starting back up again.

“Y/N” Jeno hisses, hand gripping a chunk of hair and forcing your head down as he bucked his hips up in the air, hitting the back of your throat. You pulled away instantly gasping for air, causing your voice to crack when you speak again;

“Want you” you whine before realization hits you, Renjun was right, again; you would take anybody's cock, just like he said.

Jeno nodded before fully dispossing his clothing, leaving behind a pile of soiled cloth on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. Setting you back on the counter, he spread your legs wide, so wide you’d thought he would break off your legs as you would a frog. You nodded as he slid himself into your slick pussy.

Jeno slid in slowly, making sure to not hurt you in any way, the smell of sex and precum already present from the moment they started. Jeno was already close, and so were you. He was smaller than Renjun and now that you realize it, you missed him.

“Y/N, so good for me” Jeno whined as he finally peirced into you, balls slapping the insides of your thighs then leaning you forward slightly, Jeno quickly undid your bra and tossed it aside, with the other peices of clothing before wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud.

“Jeno-ah!” you cried, stars coming into veiw as he helped you chase your high, pounding into you as he sucked your nipple, occasionally rolling and flicking them between his fingers.

“Good little bun bun. Ride it” Jeno snickered, hardly able to keep his cool when you whined his name. Screemed it even. He pounded into you, hitting your g-spot everytime.

“G-gonna cum” you whined, ears flopped back as you threw your head back in pleasure.

“look as me” Jeno demanded then slapping your tit before pulling on your ears to focas your gaze on him. Moans escaping your lips at the feeling of being used and misstreated.

“Like that, huh?” Jeno askes, you nodding in responce, words unable to form as he hits your g-spot once again, then delivering another slap to your tit. He slaped your face, tit and the small slice of ass that was exposed but none of it came close to the feeling that Renjun gave you.

“God damn you feel so- good” Jeno breathed, burrying his face into your neck, sweat dribbling down his chest and back. Pellets of sweat gathering into the crease of your neck as his face burries deeper into it.

“Jeno! I’m coming” You screemed as Jeno helped you ride out your high, the feeling of you crumbling beneath him sending him into overdrive, him too, coming undone, filling you up.

You looked down to see your shared liquids leaking from your hole, dripping onto the counter then down to the floor.

“Hello?” you heard in the distance but was too fucked out to even aknowladge as Jeno lost his rythm and pulled out, then falling to the floor. The feeling of the cold tile on his back, cooling him down. You slipped off the counter and layed down beside him, head on his chest while one hand lays lazily around him.

“God I love you” Jeno said, turning and kissing your head. “I love you too” you said, but you felt nothing, nothing like what you felt with Renjun.

“WHAT THE FUCK JENO!” Haechan gasps from the other side of the counter, leading to the dining area. Ruining the mood the two of you built.

“Fuck, I forgot my wallet” Haechan exclaimed, patting his pockets.

“Renjun. I’m going back to the cafe’ I forgot my wallet” He shouted across the shared appartment, getting only a small grunt out of Renjun.

Haechan left instantly and arrived at the cafe about 15 minutes later only to find it still unlocked.

“Hmm, that’s weird. I thought Jeno would have left already” he asked himself, but that’s when he heard the sound of pots and pans thrashing around from within the small building. Thinking maybe it was a raccoon, Haechan entered then grabbing an unbrella from the rack, he made is way to the kitchen.

“Jeno! I’m coming” Haechan could hear a female voice screem. Haechan letting out an audiable sigh, called out, “Hello?” but there was no response. So, he made his way, closer and closer to the sounds of both male and female voices mixed in, along with the sound of bodies coming together.

“WHAT THE FUCK JENO” Haechan shouted with horror at the sight of Jeno laying on the floor, cum dripping down the counter top.

“Huh? Why are you here. Can’t you see we’re busy?” Jeno said, his eyes closed as he softly pats your head, fingers drawing circles on your back. Haechans eyes widened at the sight of you two, obviously not noticing the two of you were naked on the floor up until now. Realization hit as he spoke again.

“You know I’m not gonna let you live this down, right?” Haechan said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing his wallet.

“Yeah, i know. Just don’t tell Renjun hyung” Jeno asked and Haechan agreed then bending down he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Bet I could give you much better. Jenos tiny dick won’t do anything to a fine hybrid like yourself.” he whispered into your ear before getting up and making his way to the main entrance.

“Anyway, Renjuns getting skeptical so I’d hurry home.” Haechan said, leaving, the two of you being left alone once again.

“C’mon baby girl. Let’s get you cleaned up” Jeno said, his sleepy eyes looking down at you as he helped you up.

“Why were you guys gone for so long?” Renjun askes, pacing from side to side as he interrogates you and Jeno. Knowing how his friend could be at times.

“I told you already. We had to clean the floors because Y/N spilt her tea all over her and that’s why she rolled up in my shirt.” Jeno explained, and all you did was nod to every word he said.

“Fine” Renjun sighed, finally standing still as he rubbed his temples in attempts to calm his nerves.

“I’m too tired to argue at the moment. So, why don’t we find Y/N something to sleep in for tonight then show her her room” he said, barking orders as usual. You leaped up and hugged Renjun.

“Thank you ma- Renjun. I promise I won’t be a burden to you” you exclaimed, then stopping and looking very serious.

“I promise” you said, smiling right after then leaving to follow Haechan to your room.

“This is your room, okay?” he smiles. His smile makes you feel, somewhat warm and comfortable, like you could find refuge in his embrase. You liked this about him.

“Thank you-” “and here, you can wear my shirt for tonight” Haechan exclaimed, cutting you off as he handed you his white and blue plaid Pajama shirt.

“Thank you again” You smile, getting onto your tip-toes and kissing his cheek.

“Night” The guys say to you before shutting your door, leaving you to sleep.

“Guys, we need to talk; About Y/N” Renjun announced once they made it to the living room.

“Mhmm” “Yep, what’s up?” the guys say, sitting on the couch.

“Well you see. Most hybrids have moderate heats that aren’t too bad. However, Bunny hybrids have it the worst and since she will be living with us for a period of time, I thought you guys would like to know about this type of thing” Renjun informed then pausing before starting back up again.

“They usually have an average of three minor heats before thier major one” he said, finishing it with a video.

“This video should inform you guys on everything you need to know” he said, leaving the room.

“Wanna watch hybrid porn?” Jeno asks, Haechan instantly jolting up to grab his phone.

“This should give us enough information”

A/N: Sorry this part is abit confusing and could possibly be written better but I hope yopu guys still enjoy it and look forward to the next one!

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