#t: hyuck falling in love with you

[joyoushyuck]

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00:56

Your hand is raised in front of the door, about to knock, when the door clicks open on its own. Donghyuck doesn't seem surprised by your presence; his expression is morphed into one of indifference. He is wearing his glasses and that white Celine shirt he loves to wear on special occasions. His long hair curls at his nape, a few curly strands beautifully swaying at the front. You would call him gorgeous if it wasn't for the pressing situation at hand. He walks past you into the kitchen and extracts a water bottle from the fridge. You flinch when he slams the door shut.

“Donghyuck,” you try. He chugs the water down, ignoring you. “Donghyuck list-”

A thud, water on your feet and a gasp leaving your mouth, and Donghyuck storms past you back into the bedroom. The blue baby shark bottle lays a few inches away from your legs with a broken hinge and a crack near the top.

You bite your lips in an attempt to keep your tears at bay. You brought this on yourself, you have no right to cry. If forgetting your anniversary was not enough of a fault, you went on to blame it on your workload and blame him for being upset. Not your smartest move.

Dejected, you walk back to the couch and lay down. You haven't slept properly in ages, you really were preoccupied with an important project at work, but even that isn't a good reason to stop doing the bare minimum. Donghyuck's anger is justified.

You don't have a blanket; no amount of hugging yourself provides you the warmth that Donghyuck’s body exudes. The pit of your stomach feels hollow with dread; the guilt weighs you down and threatens to swallow your being. After an hour of twisting and turning, you give up on the idea of sleep. There's no way you can sleep peacefully without resolving this conflict. Your throat constricts and heart sinks at the prospect of Donghyuck ending this relationship for his own good.

So you walk up to the door resolutely. If Donghyuck continues to give you the silent treatment, you know your resolve will take a hit pretty soon. However, doing something to show that you care is better than doing nothing.

“Hyuck,” you start, only to hear your voice crack. It pains you as much as it pains him to have landed in such a predicament. “I'm sorry, Donghyuck, it's my fault. Please, just open the door.”

You are met with silence. Did he fall asleep already? It seemed unlikely but you couldn't rule out the possibility.

“Hyuck, are you awake? Baby? Just please answer me.”

Still no response. But then, something drops, and you hear the old bed squeak, his feet shuffle and the spring in your mattress dip. So he's awake.

“Donghyuck, love, please talk to me.” You cringe at the desperation in your own voice. “I am sorry, I know I fucked up Hyuck. Shout at me, hit me, just-”

You clutch your hair, your back sliding against the door and butt hitting the cold floor. A shiver runs down your spine. Was it winter already?

“Just don't be quiet, please.”

You bury your face in your hands in a last ditch attempt to keep the sobs under control. It didn't seem to be working in your favour. The stress at work seems to be finally catching upto you as well. Donghyuck needs space. He doesn't need you annoying him now when all this could have been prevented had you been more mindful of your actions. You accept your fate and curl into a bundle, deciding to give it a rest for now.

That's how Donghyuck finds you a few hour laters.

You are hugging your knees close to your chest, head resting uncomfortably on the hard floor. When he takes a closer look, he can see the dried streak of tears on your cheek. You are trembling, and he realises you haven't even switched the heater on. Something in him breaks at the sight of you like this.

“Hey, baby,” he gently taps your cheek to wake you up. “Baby, you can't sleep here, come in.”

You make a little noise. He is met with the uncontrollable urge to coo at you, but stops himself given the situation.

“Wake up doll,” he tries again. “You are going to have a terrible back pain at this rate.”

You blink your eyes open sluggishly after a few moments. Donghyuck isn't wearing his glasses anymore and his hair is mussed up. “Hyuck?” You ask, your sleep muddled brain still not catching up. “Is everything alright?”

Donghyuck sighs, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He loved you too much to stay mad at you for long, no matter what you did.

“Come sleep on the bed baby. We'll talk about the rest in the morning. Come in now.”

[revehae]

behind closed doors

pairing ↠ haechan x you x jeno

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, stepcest, slight noncon, (uncreative) degradation, unprotected sex (i literally forgot about the existence of condoms, oopsies), brief choking, slapping, posessive!jeno

summary ↠ to the world, you're an amazing daughter and sister who's surely only awaited upon by heaven. to your stepbrothers, you're nothing more than an actress and a whore with a secret to keep.

wc ↠ 4.5k

don't like it, don't read.

the rules set in stone for you - all three of you - were unspoken, though clear. the line was drawn and you were expected to adhere to it. 

to say you tried would be debatable. you were not as naive and oblivious as you seemed, that much was apparent to your step-brothers. you played the role well; the docile, loving sister and daughter, that followed the line drawn before her with straight steps. never gave your parents any problems, and if anything, your devotion to your academics and lack of evident rebellious nature was the sheer opposite of that. they would give you that much. but they knew all too well that behind an attentively-crafted character, a façade if not anything else, you were merely a renegade of convention.

as were they.

that was how it all began - with your façade being beaten to the ground until only your true self stood. haechan was the first to catch on. for a moment, you managed to have even him fooled by your acts of naivety. you never seemed to notice how lewd your actions appeared in the leering eyes of a man, even a man that was, by law, your brother.

haechan could name every last thing that drove him crazy. when you wore shirts around the house you sometimes tended to be braless, and your nipples would press through the fabric for a couple of reasons. other times, your tits would simply bounce if you moved around too much. how some of your underwear was always left on top of your laundry basket when it was his week to do the laundry. your innocent actions that he couldn’t help but perceive as dirty, or the skimpy clothes that left little to imagination. haechan was certain he saw your cleavage more often than he saw his parents. and you all lived in the same house. 

and that was to be brief. either you were really, truly oblivious, or you were doing this on purpose.

obviously, it was the latter.

it didn’t take haechan long to figure out. honestly, he tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, but there was a creeping suspicion in his chest that kept him on his toes. and he was certain of your motive one day. 

that night, you asked him if he wanted to watch some movies with you. that in itself wasn’t suspicious - you loved your family bonding time - and haechan didn’t turn the offer down. but you were again braless in one of his t-shirts that you had borrowed a while back and had yet to return. which was fine by him; he liked seeing you in his clothes, not unbeknownst to you. you snuggled close to him, seemingly innocently, but he saw the poor attempt of hiding your grin when you noticed him shift.

and then a couple movies later, you fell asleep, your head falling against him. he took advantage of the opportunity, letting you slip entirely into slumber before gently lying you against the sofa. slowly but surely, he slipped your underwear down to your ankles, looking attentively at your face as he pushed your thighs apart just enough to move between. it didn’t surprise him in the slightest to find that you had already soaked through your panties. you seemed distracted throughout the movie, and by now it was very obvious what was plaguing your mind.

haechan tugged at his own clothes and eventually slid into you. he tried to be slow, to draw it out, and at first he did. he held his breath during the first couple of thrusts, but ultimately couldn’t help but let out a sound or three. that was what roused you. you blinked, not entirely comprehending what was happening until your eyes focused on the moving figure between you.

“hyuck, wha… stop it-“ 

haechan didn’t hesitate to cut you off, placing one of his palms squarely over your mouth. “shut up,” he said underneath his breath, watching you weakly squirm. “don’t act like you weren’t begging for this.”

you gulped, chest heaving. honestly, he had to commend you. if he hadn’t known that you were bullshiting him right now, he would have sincerely believed that your round eyes gleamed of genuine innocence and surprise. but you were nothing if not a performer.

haechan’s hand moved from your mouth to under your - his - shirt, that had already ridden up your stomach. your lower half was completely exposed to the air, and he went up to fondle with your breasts, moving at the impact of his every thrust. you stifled your sounds, not yet wanting to give him that pleasure. you could tell he already had you figured out, though, if his words were any indication.

“jeno’s down the hall,” you whispered, biting at the fear you pretended was installed within you. if anything, you would have liked it if he caught you - if he joined you. but that was a different, later chapter of the story.

haechan didn’t buy it, obviously enough, although he replied, “then, you better be real quiet for me, got it?”

you nodded in response. the most amusing part, to haechan, was that you hadn’t even attempted to fight him away. you didn’t even try to deny wanting this all along. he assumed that you would have likely put some effort into pretending as if this wasn’t what you were subtly working your way towards, but you didn’t.

save for your fake surprise. of course, you weren’t shocked to find him buried between your legs. you knew what you were doing; you had been trying to lure him there this whole time. his hungry eyes and evident arousal never went unnoticed by you. he tried to hold back, maybe because he wasn’t always sure, but he was no better than you. you knew men, and before anything else, haechan was simply that. a man could never resist his temptations.

“wore this to fuck with me, didn’t you?” he asked, voice low, though he already knew the answer. you resisted a grin; of course you did. haechan wasn’t subtle; not that he intended to be. “would do anything to get a dick in you.”

you shook your head in denial, tears emerging in your eyes. not out of pain or discomfort - as the slight addition of that was your pleasure - but out of relief. you were so relieved that the wait was over, and god, was it worth it.

haechan ran a hand through his hair and chuckled quietly. “no? so you didn’t wear my shirt on purpose? didn’t do it to make this easier for me? you don’t make sure i can see your tits every goddamn day like some kinda whore? yeah right, you fucking slut.”

you couldn’t battle the moan, clenching around him tightly. it was your dream to have him talk to you like that. 

“there you go,” he said, amused by your failure to conceal your pleasure. “you were laying all up on me, making sure i could feel you. you aren’t fucking slick.”

you whimpered, “i‘m close, hyuck,” his words very evidently getting to you. his efforts to wear at your cracking façade finally rewarded him with the treasure lying beneath the surface.

“yeah, is that what you want? you want me to make you cum?” haechan teased, watching the way you bobbed your head needily in response. 

he tried to conceal his laughter, given jeno was only just down the hall, probably fast asleep. in spite of the fact that it was late, it was a weekday. miraculously, neither of your parents were home, and if it weren’t for the fact that he wanted to keep this a secret from his brother he would have gone stupid with you. it wasn’t that haechan was startled or even intimidated by the thought of jeno discovering what was happening right under his nose - he knew his brother well, details that even you couldn’t imagine - or even acting out of selfishness. even if not right away, he knew jeno would eventually catch on. he was always good at sniffing out lies and deception. but haechan simply wanted him to learn for himself, feasting on his brother’s inevitable reactions.

“cum,” haechan commanded, his voice hardly above a whisper. “before i don’t let you.”

you ultimately did reach your climax, convulsing underneath his body. you bit your lip, and too back a cry of your step-brother’s name. it was straight out of a dream, more specifically an erotic one, and you were convinced that you were dreaming as you lay there weakly, watching haechan continue to use your body.

haechan came subsequently, although not by much. in favor of not ruining the couch and leaving a trail, he pulled out, resorting to finishing himself with his fist and shooting spurts of cum on your face.

he didn’t hesitate to whip out his phone, not even bothering to ask permission to photograph you and your only warning was a “say cheese” before he was snapping photos of you. you glanced at him, almost panicked, and though he couldn’t tell if it was out of genuine concern, he assured, “don’t worry, baby. no one will see how much of a whore you are except me - for now.”

for now.

haechan was kind enough to help you clean yourself up before he left, but he didn’t leave without firmly mentioning, “this won’t be the last time.”

bearing that knowledge in mind, it was difficult to fall back asleep that night.

true to his word, that night wasn’t the last time, but the beginning of your sexcapades. it wasn’t a one-time or two-time thing; it was happening more frequently than you could count with your fingers and toes combined. haechan became accustomed swiftly, never missing his chance to drag you away for a fucking whenever you could get away with it. if it was only the two of you in the house, rest assured you would be fucking like hounds. sometimes he’d slip into your room in the middle of the night, not always while you were awake. whenever he could get his hands on you, he would.

haechan wasn’t the only needy one, though. of course not; that had already been established. more often than not, you found yourself wet and begging for his touch. your acts of seduction didn’t end there and you’d take it up a notch, sometimes walking into his room in merely a towel after a shower and asking if you could borrow one of his shirts (nevermind the fact that you were gradually developing a collection of his shirts and hoodies that you had no intention of returning). if the water glistening on your skin wasn’t enough, maybe once or twice you had dropped the towel, innocently insisting that it wouldn’t be a problem because he had already seen everything, right?

needless to say, it would end with you on his bed.

all of the sneaking around would have gone on for weeks by now. no one had caught on - that, you were almost certain. you had been doing so well, learning how to keep quiet in spite of how difficult it was. your image was still steady.

it was late when you stepped into the kitchen. yet again, your parents were out on business, and it was solely you and your step-brothers, who they expected to take care of you. nonetheless, you were confident that they were asleep, given the hour.

but when you felt someone wrap their arms around you from behind, hands steadily falling to knead your ass, you realized you were wrong. guess haechan’s not sleep, you thought, probably been up playing video games. all without sparing him a glance, you very lightheartedly told him, “haechan, stop.”

“haechan, hm?”

on a dime, you whirled around and froze. you knew your brothers’ voices’ very well, and that was certainly not haechan’s.

it was jeno that you were faced with when you turned around, who had his hands in his pockets now. he tilted his head. “you let haechan touch you like that?”

“no—”

whatever semblance of calm jeno held dissipated on a dime; he shut the refrigerator and roughly pressed you into the surface, his breath heavy on your neck as he whispered, “i don’t like being lied to - you know that.”

you had no response to offer him. jeno had genuinely caught you off-guard, and though you expected some type of confrontation eventually, not now, not like this. instead, you swallowed hard, half-feigning the fear in your eyes as you struggled to hold eye contact with him.

jeno basked in the way your body trembled, unhurriedly trailing his eyes and fingers down your figure. somehow you simultaneously amused and angered him. part of him was entertained to see your body react with something like terror, but the other was busting at the seams with ire as he noticed you were wearing his brother’s hoodie. it always pissed him off to see you in haechan’s clothes.

as cliché as it sounded, you felt like prey at the mercy of a predator, waiting for him to make his move while being painfully aware of the fact that you could never counter it even if you wanted to. he began to steadily roll up the hoodie with a single finger, and though you attempted to swat his hand away, he yanked your weak hands away with ease, pinning them above your head. it was so pathetically futile that it had to be deliberate. “at least try to be convincing,” jeno teased, using his other hand to continue his movements.

the pace was tormenting; he took his sweet, precious time to roll up your - haechan’s - hoodie, more and more of your flesh being exposed to the cool air piece by piece until your bare chest was left wide open. “nothing underneath?” jeno mimicked a gasp of mock surprise, groping your breast in his palm. “you wore this for haechan, too, huh?”

the thought of what would happen if you continuously lied to his face piqued your curiosity, however you weren’t sure if you wanted to test your luck yet. instead, you bobbed your head, whimpering at the feeling of his hands.

“thought you were a good girl,” jeno sighed. if it wasn’t for the fact that he had been onto you for a while now, all of this would have been shocking. you maintained such a clean image that no one would have suspected a girl like you had such a filthy secret. except for jeno; he found you as obvious as could be.

“i am,” you insisted, but you knew in your heart it wasn’t all that true.

“liar,” he hissed, shoving his hand down your shorts. you bit your lip when he cupped you through your underwear, trying your best to suppress a noise. “if you were good, you wouldn’t be wet for me.”

that alone should have been humiliating, and it was, but it being your stepbrother who had you aroused didn’t exactly stop either of you. any of you. you tried to combat a moan when you felt his fingers pressing against you, but you couldn’t resist.

which broke the last of jeno’s resolve. he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you upstairs, ignoring you telling him to “slow down,” or that he was holding you “too tight,” or that “it hurts.” you knew no pain. it hurt knowing that haechan had gotten to you before he even got the chance. and tonight, he had something to prove.

jeno wasn’t very gentle with you from that point forward. he forced you against the wall - specifically the one adjacent to haechan’s bedroom wall. he was going to use your body to make a statement, and a very loud one at that. you squirmed in his hold, but you were helpless; years of physical activity paid off on his end and your attempts to fight him off - whether you were genuinely using all of your strength or not - were effortlessly overpowered. god, was that arousing. jeno gripped you by the neck and threatened, “behave, or i’ll hurt you more than i have to.”

that made you instantly still and jeno continued to pry at your clothes until he was satisfied. you didn’t wear anything much, merely the hoodie, the least lengthiest of shorts, and a pair of panties. he didn’t hesitate to free himself from his sweats, stroking himself fully hard in his fist. you could only eye him with so much pent-up desire, begging him to end the wait.

jeno had also been a subject of your depraved fantasies, although you thought that he would have been significantly harder to crack. which was why you very strategically went for haechan first. jeno had a jealousy issue that he masked as playing the role of the protective, older brother. in that sense, he was not all too different from you. but you were aware that he despised seeing his little stepsister with other men and haechan was no exception to that. your plan was soiled - you intended to make him jealous by going out with one of his friends - but you weren’t necessarily complaining. the sooner you could get his dick in you, the better.

jeno lifted you against the wall and when you felt his dick brushing against your folds, you held on to your breath for dear life. “prove to me that you’re a good girl by taking it,” he told you, forcing himself into you with one sharp thrust.

and jeno fucked you right against that wall, doing everything in his power to make everything you were doing at the moment painfully obvious and loud; ensuring your body was thrashing against the wall, slapping you anywhere to make you squeal, or thrusting harshly into you to earn a cry from between your lips. haechan had to be awake, and you could only pray your neighbors weren’t. as gratifying as this was to jeno, he was again met with ire upon the realization that you given this experience away. not only was being inside you a pleasure, feeling the way you squeezed around him like your life depended on it, but outwardly, it was something else. he adored the way you were so pathetically helpless against him, incapable of saving yourself from being used. most especially by someone who was expected to look after you. 

in a way, he was. but it wasn’t very conventional. he wanted you, and he wanted to be the only one who dare got to have you.

there was a bit of tension amongst the three of you that following morning. neither were surprised to see you ignore it or continuing to be innocent. you sprung into the living room with a spring in your step - obviously cheerful about something -  and greeted them joyously, kissing their cheeks as usual. if you caught the mood in the room you had suddenly intruded, you didn’t show any sign, but there was really no way you hadn’t. the look on their faces was unignorable.

haechan pulled you down onto his lap, ignoring your tiny noise of surprise and attaching his lips to your neck. “mornin, princess,” he whispered.

your gaze met the sinister, exasperated one of jeno’s, eyes boring holes through the flesh of you and haechan. it was paralyzing; you could only sit there and swallow hard, shifting your eyes anywhere else.

“i see you two had fun last night without me,” haechan remarked, biting back a snicker. he could tell without sparing a glance that his brother was not pleased.

“we did,” jeno replied curtly. “did you expect an invitation?”

“would’ve been nice,” chirped haechan. “it’s all good, though. we have a lot of fun on our own, too. isn’t that right, princess?” he grinned, his eyes on you the whole time. meanwhile, he was rubbing your bare thigh - courtesy of your less than lengthy shirts - and you had to bite your lip, begging yourself not to make a sound. jeno was already on the brink of breaking something.

instead, you very reluctantly bobbed your head, not daring to glance at jeno although you couldn’t ignore the feeling of him looking at you.

haechan crooned, “use your words.”

you gulped before doing so, wetting your throat that had so suddenly gone dry during the past couple of minutes. “yeah. yeah, we do,” you stammered, doing everything in your power to avoid looking at your other stepbrother.

jeno couldn’t bear it any longer and stormed off, and you knew that you were in for it tonight.

everything continued this way - haechan would be indifferent towards your affairs concerning jeno, but he’d deliberately make his brother jealous for the sake of it. in response, jeno’s temper would manifest in the rough manners he used you, fucking every hole of your body with no remorse. it was your very definition of heaven. going back and forth between your brothers was, at one point in time, merely a dream to you.

ultimately, however, jeno’s sudden discovery didn’t deter you from your original plans. you had no clue how he maintained his composure before then - because obviously he had been aware for a while - but you were tempted to poke the dragon. and you did.

“and where the fuck are you going?” jeno asked when you strutted into the living room, checking your makeup for the fiftieth time in your pocket mirror. you were dolled up, wearing the skimpiest dress with every level of you styled. which, paired with the frequency of which you were re-checking your appearance, could have meant only one thing at this hour.

your mom pointed at him from the island and yelled, “language, jeno!”

haechan snickered and you stifled a laugh of your own, but not for that reason; because you knew he wasn’t pleased with you. “what’s it look like? i’m going on a date, dummy,” you replied, sticking out your tongue. 

“don’t talk to your brother like that, y/n,” chided your mom, hands on her hips. she had always pushed the family agenda, though neither of you were technically related, save for you and your mother and them and their father.

“sorry, mom,” you apologized, forcing your most genuine tone. normally you would have been on your best behavior, but you were very intent on provoking jeno. and though he did well at concealing it - courtesy of your mother’s presence for once - you saw right through him and knew he was seething at the core.

haechan seemingly was intent on joining your little scheme, and pressed with a stupid smile on his face, “a date with who?”

“you guys know mark,” you replied to haechan, but you were looking straight at jeno, looking for a crack in his calm demeanor. bearing in mind the potential of his anger, memories flashing in your head, it was almost scary how collected he was; or seemed. “he should be here in a couple of minutes.”

mark was a mutual friend of theirs. you were almost surprised he hadn’t mentioned to either of your stepbrothers that he was taking you out on a date, but it worked perfectly. you got to capture jeno’s reaction in real-time.

“lee scored you?” haechan, incredulous, laughed, like it was the most bizarre thing he had ever heard. jeno laughed too, but not out of amusement. it was anger. “man, good luck. you’re gonna need it.”

you giggled. for some reason, you had a feeling it wasn’t mark he was implying you would need luck with. “please. i’ll be fine.”

the doorbell rang merely moments later, and while haechan told you to have fun and your mother told you not to stay out too late, jeno was deadly silent. part of you was scared when you got into that car with mark, but the other was thrilled.

when you got back home, all of the lights were out and your parents' cars were yet again gone. after kissing mark goodnight, you turned your key into the lock, and it wasn’t until he had pulled off that you felt arms wrap around you. you shrieked, and their hand went over your mouth. “quiet,” jeno growled in your ear.

you complied. with jeno’s palm over your mouth, it would have been useless not to, anyways. “walk,” he ordered, and you did as told, letting him lead you upstairs. you winded up in his bedroom and only then did he release you, but there haechan was waiting, tossing a baseball into the air impatiently. that honestly took you by surprise.

“you sure took your sweet time,” haechan spoke directly to you, finally sitting the ball down. you assumed he had been waiting for a while now. “thought your mom told you not to stay out too late. or did you do that on purpose?”

from the mischievous smile on his face, you had a feeling he was trying to get you into more trouble. you didn’t answer, knowing you were in enough already. but that was the fun part. 

jeno pushed you onto the bed, resulting in another surprised noise from you. “jeno-”

“i don’t want to hear it,” jeno interjected, lunging forward to unzip your dress. the moment you tried to stop him, haechan reached for your arms and held you down. now you saw what this was; they were teaming up against you. “i was being lenient about you and haechan, you know - let you two fuck like rabbits all around this place and didn’t say a word - but now you’ve really tested my kindness. you talk slick to me, go on a date with one of my friends dressed like a whore, and then come back late. did all that to piss me off, didn’t you?”

“no, i-“

jeno slapped your cheek. “lie again.”

by now, there were tears brimming your eyes. you could only look to haechan for mercy, as if he was any better, but being of the same blood, he and jeno were as similar as they were different. what he lacked in possessiveness he compensated with his potential to be just as cruel whenever he wanted to be. maybe indirectly, he was being cruel this whole time. surely there was no way he wasn’t aware of how jeno reacted every time he noticed the two of you fucking around.

jeno seemed to notice this and laughed dead in your face. “haechan’s not gonna save you, babe. you think he’s any better than me? he wouldn’t be here right now if we weren’t the same.”

that you knew. it didn’t take a genius to tell that haechan and jeno were essentially cut from the same cloth. the main difference that you could pin was that haechan had a more verbal violence, while jeno leaned towards physical. though that didn’t mean they didn’t teeter across those borders.

“he’s right, ya’know,” haechan snickered. “this is what little sluts like you get.”

jeno took advantage of haechan holding you down, moving to remove your panties. and for someone who was squirming so much as if you didn’t want any of this, they were drenched. jeno could only chuckle at that. 

“no, no - ‘m sorry,” you balked, but jeno ignored you and haechan shook his head. 

“you’re not sorry yet,” haechan told you, ominous as ever. “but you’re gonna be.”

you were counting on it.

[jamjaemin]

Hotel room ft.haechan (mdi+18)

“You still taste like me..” Your words slurred into his mouth as his tongue laced around yours sucking it between his lips. Toying with your bottom lip between his teeth as he shifted his position on top of you.

Wearing nothing but a pair of thin black shorts..his hair is wet, messily falling into his face, as his caramel skin held a strong glow against the dim lighting. Lying beneath him in nothing but one of his black T-shirts, One had snaking under the shirt allowing the pads of his fingers to tease up and down the warmth of your skin. Admiring the way your body tensed and released under his touch, slowly trickling his fingers down your stomach. While his other arm barched his weight above your head resting on the ledge of the couch in his hotel room.

Humming out in response which actually came out as more of a moan to be fair, letting his fingers find their way back to your heat, as if you weren’t already swollen and dripping onto the cushion as we speak. “Always so wet for me…so fuckin wet” Dragging his fingers painfully slowly up and down your lips, spreading them apart, grazing his bottom lip with his teeth as me moaned out,Jaw tight ,eyes admiring how wet you were..for him and him only. Dropping his head briefly to blow against your clit just to watch you squirm.

“All mine?” He dared to ask, brow arch at the implied question, while his eyes daring to say otherwise

“Fuckkkk yes..” the words left your lips in more of a needy whine than anything else as he collected your juices along his fingers. Finally bringing them up to rub against your clit. Back coming to damn near a complete arch at the sudden sensation as he applied steady pressure with zero warning or build up.

Eyes fluttering shut as your jaw slacked slightly “Baby…” Tone slightly breathy you weren’t even sure if you were asking him to stop or to keep going at his point.

“Stick your tongue out for me…” His command was simple..voice siting exceply gritty from the concert he had only 2 hours prior…doing as he said with no questions asked. Slowly letting the muscle roll past your lips, you already knew where this was going once his fingers left your clit.

“Keep your mouth open for me baby..” gliding his fingers along your tongue coating you in your own juices, “My babyyy..” He praised as he watched you obediently held your  tongue out until given further instruction leaning down to lap his tongue over yours. Slowly rolling it back into your mouth as he had you tasting yourself all over again. This time the kiss was deep, and somewhat messy, still skilled just messy.

You suddenly found yourself kneading out in pleasure, the faint cries of his name getting lost against his tongue as he slid three fingers in effortlessly. Going all the way..knuckle deep curling them upwards allowing them to curl inside your pussy. The muscles instantly milking  his fingers for everything they had, you couldn’t even help how hard you were already pulsing around him.

It didn’t help he started grinding his hips down into you, rocking your body against his hand as he fucked you open with his fingers. His grip on the couch growing tighter the deeper he rolled into you, you could literally feel his dick twitching through his sweats he was so hard!

Pulling back from you so suddenly it had you clawing for air, raising his hips slightly as he pursed his lips, aiming at your clit, as you watched a glob of saliva trail down his lips. Not that you needed any other form of lubericant he just fucking loved it. Your body tensing on command once it made contact, pressing his thumb firm against your clit, as his fingers probed that ridget patch buried between your walls.

“hyuck, baby fuck-”

You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your second orgasm the quicker his thumb moved against your clit. Bringing his forehead down to rest against yours as you struggled to remain eye contact. “needy girl”

He accepted the almost non existent nood because he could feel how tight you were squeezing him “Yeah? Gonna come for me again baby? “ Bringing his opposite hand down to rock his sweats down his thighs just enough to free himself. His dick rock fucking hard as it knocked against your pelvis, twitching against your flesh the more you cried out . At this point he slide all three fingers out and used them all to unravel your clit nerve by nerve

“yes, right there right-” He could feel how hard your clit was getting so he knew you were so close. The minute your nails started to dig into his shoulders he slid right in, bottomed out completely in one roll of his hips. Didn’t ease in, no warning just full out filled you to the brim, he knew you could take it. He just went down on you now he’s helping you ride out your second orgasm. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was thrusting up into your damn rib cage at some point.

“Fuckk” Left both of your lips in unsion the word danling of both of your tongues, not even giving himself time to adjust to how tight your pussy was squeezing him. He already knew he wouldn’t last long and right now he didn’t want to, he liked to push your limits but still keep it enjoyable not painful.

“Such a tight little pussy, no matter how much I fuck you, your still. Always. so tight” panig out between thrust as he rolled his hips down into you in a deep wave like motion. Pulling out completely each time, making sure to gaze your clit against his pelvis with every stroke. Making sure you felt every inch of him, as he moleded himself between your walls, the sound of your juices sliding in and out each time. The faint sound of skin slapping together bounced off the walls, as he wasn’t going too rough on you, taking his time, taking you at a deep steady pace.

You swore your nails broke skin as they dug into his back chest rising and falling, as every muscle in your body started to tense. Your moans weren’t even coherent at this point your entire body felt overwhelmed, every nerve was set ablaze with each roll of his hips. His eyes never left yours, no matter how low they got they never closed. Holding your gaze in the palm of his hands as he continued unraveling your body with every roll of his hips.

Bringing his lips back down to kiss every inch of your face he could reach shushing and cooing against your skin. Usining his oppsing hand to stoke up an down your thigh, carrassing it in his palm “I know baby, I know, your always so fuckin; good for me, I’m almost there, baby ride this out with me…”

[sluttyten]

You In My Arms

Chapter 11: Always, Yours (Finale)

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summary: some things are hard to find the words for, and endings are always the worst. but this isn’t an ending, not really, not for Haechan. He used to be the background character in the love stories of other people, but now it’s definitely his turn to write his own happy ending.

length: 25,579 words

tags: friends to lovers, general perversion, smut, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, blowjobs, etc.

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Haechan knew by the third date that he was going to marry her. 

He thought he probably would before then, but by the third date, he accepted it as a fact. 

He was in love like he’d never been before. 

“What have you done to me?” He asks her while they’re tangled together in bed on Valentine’s Day after a very nice, romantic date. “Did you slip me a love spell or something?”

She laughs. 

It was a love spell, for sure, he decides. That’s how he fell so hard and fast, so completely. It couldn’t possibly be his own incompetence and blindness over the years finally being lifted. 

Part of him expects the intensity of his feelings for her to fade as the months pass by, as they pass through that phase where the relationship is so new and everything is just fresh and exciting. 

But the feelings don’t dim even slightly, even once they do start to exit that honeymoon phase. Yeah, they argue sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that Haechan loves her any less? It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t still almost constantly think about her and want her, want to be by her or talking to her. 

And then, in May, she has to go abroad for work, and for those first few days, Haechan feels her absence like he’s had his heart scooped from his chest. He hates the lonely, hollow feeling. 

They talk as much as they can, and Haechan doesn’t even mind waking up early if it means he can talk to her for a bit before his day starts and hers ends. She’s a million miles away in London, and he’s teetering on the brink of falling back asleep as she talks, her voice so soothing. 

He’s only halfway awake when he hears her joke that she should take Haechan’s upcoming birthday week off of work so she doesn’t have to see anymore of Johnny who is also on this trip with her. Haechan mumbles out words of encouragement, telling her to do it, to take the time off with him. 

As soon as Haechan, in his drowsy state, hears her agree to take the week of his birthday off, as soon as she’s trying to suggest making plans together to get out of the city, he suddenly remembers his mom had asked him if he was going to come home for his birthday. So he hears his girlfriend’s question, he remembers his mom, and the two things combine in his mind, and Haechan panics a little.

He hasn’t told his mom about her. And he hasn’t told his girlfriend that he’s considered going home for his birthday. And when he combines those two things, all he can think of is that if he tells his girlfriend about seeing his family for his birthday, what if she asks if she can come along? Or what if she expects him to invite her? He hasn’t told his family about her! And he knows that is wrong, that he should’ve said something to them months ago about him being in a relationship, especially since he’s met her family and he’s in love with her (so hopelessly, head over heels in love) and he’s planning a future with her, and all of this just weighs down Haechan’s belly, thoughts roaring around in his head.

“Hyuck?” Her voice is so quiet from all those miles and miles away in London.

He makes up some terrible excuse and ends the call quickly. 

Shit. What is he gonna do?

For the next week, he goes back and forth again and again on what he should do here. Obviously, he should probably just tell his mom. He talks to her at least once a week on average, if not more, and over the course of that week they have three separate phone calls in which she asks him again if he’s coming to visit, and he could sit it then, could tell her, “ Yeah, I’m coming to visit, and I’m bringing my girlfriend with me to introduce her to all of you,” but does he say any of that? No. Why?

“Chicken!” Renjun laughs. “Lee Donghyuck, you’re usually not such a coward!”

They’re together at the gym. Haechan feels half-embarrassed as the two of them “work out” side-by-side with Renjun’s boyfriend who is actually doing a rather intense workout and whose muscles are next-level. Haechan can’t stop sneaking peeks over at the sweat that dampens Jaehyun’s shoulders and back.

“I’m not going to tell her,” Renjun is saying as Haechan again takes notice of the way that Jaehyun is grunting softly while he lifts weights just feet away. Haechan’s mind short circuits a little, thinking back to the videos he’s seen of Renjun and Jaehyun together. It takes great strength of mind to pull his attention back to Renjun, who doesn’t seem to have noticed, or at least doesn’t mind, how distracted Haechan is by Jaehyun.

Renjun says, “But you’re being such a chicken, dumbass. Just tell your mom you’ve got a girlfriend! Tell your girlfriend to come with you to meet them. What are you scared of, huh? It’s not like you’re coming out to them or anything. That shit can be scary. You’re just taking your wonderful girlfriend home to meet your family. What’s there to freak out about?”

Haechan whines a little, and he sits down pathetically on the dirty gym floor. “You don’t get it. We’ve been together for, like, five months now. Her parents have known about us for two months, and all this time I’ve been silent. Five months and I’ve kept her a secret from my mom. My mom is gonna be pissed because I used to tell her everything.”

Renjun just rolls his eyes. “Your mom is so sweet, I don’t think she’ll be pissed at you. Your girlfriend though….” Renjun shakes his head, looks over at Jaehyun, and then sighs, “If you keep it all a secret, she’s gonna be so upset.”

“I know.” Haechan is aware that she’ll probably be angry. And he knows it’s stupid, all so stupid. But he just has this mental block when it comes to this, and he doesn’t know why, really. It’s silly.

Haechan startles a little when Jaehyun speaks up. “Listening to this is just…” He laughs, and shakes his head. “You and her have both been totally open about your kinky sexual histories, but you’re scared to tell your family about her? You’re scared to invite her to meet them?”

Jaehyun walks closer, reaching out to steal the water bottle that Renjun was just drinking from. Haechan feels like he’s intruding when he notices the way Renjun is looking at his boyfriend: a deep need shimmering there in his eyes.

“Just tell them,” Jaehyun says after a moment. “Trust me, being very clear about where the relationship stands is important. If you don’t say anything, if you keep putting off introducing her to them, what if she thinks you’re not serious about her?” He’s staring at Renjun as he speaks, their gazes locked, and now Haechan definitely feels like he’s intruding on a moment.

Haechan’s girlfriend comes home from London the next day. He could have told her then, when she excitedly threw herself into the car and dragged him in for an excited kiss. He could’ve said something in the car, just thrown out the casual invitation to come meet his family.

But he didn’t.

And for the next few days he really, really struggles to overcome that mental block.

It doesn’t help that his mom is messaging him too, inquiring about his plans, and when he does finally agree that he’ll come to Jeju for his birthday, she has a million more questions about what he wants to eat and where he wants to go, what he wants to do with his time while he’s visiting home. It’s a lot. Plus, on top of his unnecessary and self-inflicted pressure in his personal life, his professional life is jam-packed full of stress too. Multiple projects and meetings and just so much work that he barely even sees his girlfriend those first few days, and it’s not until Thursday when his final project for the week is complete, that Haechan feels like he can even take a deep breath.

He leaves the boardroom and collapses at his desk, heaving out a sigh.

A few desks away, Jungwoo looks over at him, offering an easy smile.

And beyond Jungwoo is the door to her office. She’s sitting at her desk, on the phone while she’s clicking around on her computer. He watches her lips move, the annoyed tick of her eyebrow as whatever she hears over the phone meets her disapproval. Haechan watches her for a few long moments until her gaze lifts from the computer and sweeps over to his. She pauses for a split second and then smiles, and Haechan feels a little bit more relaxed right then.

She looks away, but he doesn’t.

He’s thinking. Thinking about how it’s Thursday and he’s taken Friday off, and then he’s free for the next week. His birthday is on Tuesday. And he has her. He’s so lucky to have her and he needs to tell her the truth. He needs to tell her that even though she has this coming week off too, he’s going out of town to see his family.

He hates how distant he’s been all week, the way he’s been busy with work and with avoiding telling her anything. He hates that he canceled on her when she wanted to go look at an apartment for them a couple days ago. He knows that she’d been annoyed by that, but Haechan had high hopes that he could make up for it.

He’s had his eyes on a better apartment than the one she’d wanted to go look at.

The one he wants is at the top of their price range, but it will be worth it. It is the kind of apartment that Haechan can see as more of a home. It’s a  two-bedroom, so there is room for a future to grow.

Haechan saw the listing online a few weeks ago, saw the photos and the location, and his mind began spinning, his imagination filling in the details of what he couldn’t already see. He was picturing cooking breakfasts and dinners with her in that kitchen. Envisioning relaxing baths and sensual showers, mornings waking up beside her in that bedroom that had plenty of windows to let in the sunlight. He was imagining dancing around the living room with her, wine-drunk and laughing, pulling her in for a messy kiss in front of the sofa. He could see himself proposing, slipping a ring on her finger and bringing her home to that apartment to celebrate. Haechan had visions of her cradling a baby in front of the big living room window that overlooked the city; visions of holding chubby hands while tiny feet stood atop his own for their first assisted steps, of chasing a toddling kid around the apartment with delighted laughter ringing in his ears. He could just imagine Christmas mornings and birthdays and game nights and movie nights and so many happy holidays with both of their families crammed in that apartment.

Haechan had it all planned out.

His future.

His future with her.

But hours later on that Thursday, Haechan feels his entire planned out future with her come crashing down around him.

She was an enchantress, seducing him right there on the sofa in his and YangYang’s apartment, and he was usually pretty jealous about sharing her, but he didn’t even care when YangYang walked in on them, when YangYang pretended like he wasn’t the one watching Haechan have sex (for a change). That part of the evening was good, even if his phone kept buzzing with messages from his mom throughout it all.

But then, afterwards, in that blissful afterglow as he’s cuddling her, she pulls the truth from him at last.

He admits the horrible truth: he hasn’t told his family about her.

She sits there, staring at him with angry tears beading in her eyes, her voice growing louder as she grows more upset, and his stupid fucking mental block just still won’t let him get the words out, won’t open up to let him tell her his (admittedly shitty, he realizes) excuses as to why he hasn’t told his family about her. But he’s trying. He’s trying to tell her, but the words that do manage to escape his mental block are coming out wrong, and YangYang emerges from his room at the sound of raised voices to intervene, and Haechan is at a loss.

She disappears to his bedroom, and Haechan assumes that she’s just in there to cool off, to calm herself down before she’ll come back out here, and they can talk about it again.

But when she reappears, she’s dressed in her own clothes instead of his shirt, and she keeps walking, heading right for the door of the apartment.

That’s when he really feels it, when he really knows that he fucked up, and he feels all the fractures in his bright future of them together in that apartment that feels more like a home.

“Where are you going?” He asks, trying to keep his voice from sounding as broken as he feels.

“I’m fucking leaving,” she spits back, blowing right by where he’s still sitting on the sofa talking to YangYang.

She can’t go. He’s always hated to watch her leave, but especially now when she’s this angry. He wants to talk to her, to actually get his words out.

All he manages is her name.

She pauses, her hand on the door handle.

“Stay,” he tries to say, but the word won’t come. It’s stuck in the back of his throat as he stares at her back, as he watches her head tilt slightly in the way he’s noticed it does when she’s really annoyed. She waits a few seconds, waits for Haechan to fail to find his voice, and then she throws the door open and vanishes through it.

Fuck. 

He doesn’t think he sleeps at all that night. 

He doesn’t know how many times he gets up and starts to pull on clothes and look for his shoes to go over to her place and talk to her. But each time he talks himself out of doing it. 

She was really angry when she left, so he doubts that she wants to see him or even hear from him right now. He does check her location (bless the app that lets them see where each other is at) to make sure that she at least made it home. And honestly, he periodically watches that little blue dot sit there at her apartment throughout the night. 

Haechan misses her. There aren’t many nights that they’ve spent apart since they started dating. He misses having her beside him, misses the warmth of her body but the cold press of her toes against his calf. He misses the smell of her shampoo when she rolls closer to him in her sleep. He misses her soft sighs and the sleepy mumbles she makes throughout the night. He misses just having her there, and he hates knowing that she’s sleeping in her own bed, angry with him. He hates sleeping alone. 

Eventually he must’ve dozed off for a little bit because when he opens his eyes again, it’s daylight. 

He has a plan. It developed sometime between three and four o’clock this morning, so it could’ve been a horrible plan, but even now in the light of morning Haechan thinks it could work. 

First step: call his mom. 

“Good morning, son,” his mom answers the call with a yawn. “Are you on your way already?”

“Not yet.” He’s still sitting in bed actually, still not dressed, still working up the courage to just get over the mental block. He says, “I’m catching a bus south in a couple hours. Listen, Mom….”

But that’s it. His voice stops. He pauses, and his mom is his favorite because she doesn’t rush him to say it, she waits and he can hear the sound of birds in the background and the breeze on her end of the phone call. She was probably out taking a morning walk or drinking her coffee out in front of the house or maybe shaking out the rugs as she prepares the house for him to come home. 

Finally, after a few long seconds, Haechan asks, “Do you think we have room for one extra person this weekend?”

“Of course!” She says with no hesitation. “Who’re you bringing?”

Haechan has brought friends home before. Mark, Jeno, Renjun, the most. Chenle was his mom’s favorite, though, so he knows she’s hoping he’s the one Haechan is bringing to visit. 

Haechan just clears his throat, shifts around in his bed. 

“Donghyuck?”

He takes a deep breath, and Haechan’s pulse picks up a nervous beat. “Not any of the guys. A girl. My girlfriend. I’d like to bring her home this weekend.”

There’s a flood of questions, of course, plus a huge weight lifted off of Haechan’s chest. Immediately, his mom just accepts it, and Haechan realizes he’s been a fool to be so stressed over this. She sounds delighted and just excited for Haechan, asking him everything about his girlfriend — what’s her name, what does she do, how long they’ve been together. She does, in fact, gasp and tell him he’s ridiculous for not having told her about his girlfriend when he admits that they’ve been together for five (almost six) months. 

A call from Ten at work is what gets Haechan to end the call with his mom eventually. He switches over to Ten’s call. 

“Yeah?”

“Dude, did you do it?” Ten asks, excitement in his voice. 

Haechan sits up in bed, running his fingers through his hair in an effort to tame the tussled mess. He needs to get up and get ready. “Did I do what?”

Ten makes a soft sigh of annoyance. “Propose, duh. You’re off today, off all next week. Your girlfriend called out today and also has all of next week off. Yuta thinks that you must’ve proposed last night, and you two were so busy celebrating last night that she called out sick this morning.” Ten laughs, and Haechan can hear Yuta’s voice in the background too. 

His stomach clenches. “No, I didn’t propose. Where did you two get that idea?”

She called out sick? Is she sick? Is she okay?

“Because you’re so lovestruck, both of you, that it’s only a matter of time, isn’t it?” Ten says. 

Haechan hears something from Ten’s end of the call, a small sound of distress, and then Yuta’s voice is the one on the call, demanding, “Don’t tell me you’re not planning to propose to her?”

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business.” Haechan isn’t going to give his proposal plans to the two biggest gossips in the Moon Corporation. When he proposes (because it’s only a matter of time, like Ten said), he doesn’t necessarily want her to hear about it ahead of time from their coworkers. 

Yuta snorts. 

“Is she really not at work today?” Haechan’s stomach gives an odd loopy feeling as he asks that. “She called in sick?”

“Yeah, first thing this morning. Didn’t you know?” A pause, and then Yuta gasps, “You two didn’t split up, did you?”

Ten’s distressed voice butts in, “Excuse me? They what?”

Oh, God. These two are going to start rumors. 

“No,” Haechan emphasizes, “We did not split up. I’m hanging up. Bye.”

Hopefully they don’t spread their false rumors around work, Haechan thinks. But now that he knows that she’s not at work, it makes step two of his plan a little easier. 

Second step: apologize to his girlfriend. 

He finishes packing his bag for the trip home pretty quickly after ending the call with his mom. 

As he moves around the apartment, gathering his clothes from the clean basket of laundry he’d left sitting in the living room, his toiletries from the bathroom, a few gifts he’s picked up for his family members since the last time he’s seen them, Haechan notices YangYang is awake too. It’s early for his roommate to be up, and especially early for YangYang to be out of his bedroom, but YangYang is sitting in their kitchen talking on the phone with someone in a low voice.

Haechan can’t miss the way YangYang is watching him closely, and he wonders what his roommate’s problem is. 

He leaves about twenty minutes later, his packed bag slung over his shoulder as he heads over to her place. 

He texts her when he’s halfway there, realizing that she might not appreciate it if he drops in unannounced.

When she hasn’t answered by the time he arrives at her apartment door, when she doesn’t answer his knock at the door, he texts again. He calls. And when both of those still go unanswered, he begins to panic a little bit. 

Is she okay? Is she actually sick? Is she ignoring him? Does she really just not want to see him or hear from him? Did he seriously fuck up and ruin a good thing by not telling his family about her? Was their fight last night the last one? He just needs it to not be the end, needs to talk to her and apologize. 

For several more minutes, Haechan continues to knock on the door and call her, growing more desperate as the minutes pass by. 

And then he hears it. A faint click. 

The door opens a few inches, just a wide enough gap for him to see her standing there. She’s dressed in just a hastily wrapped towel, her hair still dripping, and her skin covered with water droplets. 

Haechan, in that instant, forgets all of his worries. She is fresh from the shower and he can smell her shampoo again, and for the first time in about twelve hours, he feels himself relax a bit. He wants to push the door the rest of the way open, to hold her close and breathe her in. He wants to taste her skin and her lips and every part of her, to apologize and beg for her forgiveness. 

But she only cracked the door open enough for them to talk, just wide enough for him to see a few inches of her. It’s maddening, really. His need for her, his need to be forgiven by her, is overwhelming and drives him down to his knees to beg her forgiveness. 

And maybe, as he sinks down, he remembers Yuta and Ten’s questions about him proposing, and maybe Haechan drops down on one knee first. He just wants to see her reaction — the wide-eyed look of surprise when she thinks for a brief moment that he might be proposing. 

Instead he begs her forgiveness with a simply put, “Will you please forgive me, baby? My angel?” And then he adds on the big request, his genuine question, “Forgive me, and come with me this weekend. Come meet my family.”

“You’re a dick!” She whines adorably, but a smile is dancing at the corners of her lips, her eyes are focused only on him as she opens the door wider at last. 

“What?” Haechan laughs, “Did you think I was going to ask you something else?”

She rolls her eyes, but he can tell by the way she’s fighting down a smile and the way that she leaves her apartment door open for him as she walks away, that she’s forgiving him. But he needs to hear it in words, needs to hear her invite him in. 

“What’s your answer?”

“Just come inside!” She laughs. 

He can’t even begin to describe how light and relieved he feels now. Both of the heavy weights that have been settled on him for too long now have lifted. He’s got her forgiveness, he’s told his mom about her, he’s taking her to meet his family. 

As he follows her inside to her bedroom, all he wants is to lead her into distraction. He wants to tug that towel off of her and slide into bed with her, to take his time tasting every inch of her. But he knows he can’t. If he wants to make it home to visit his family any time today, they need to leave soon. 

Haechan puts aside those desires. 

Undeniably, as they leave her apartment, his relief begins to give way to nerves. 

In several hours he’ll  finally be introducing her to his family. This isn’t anything he’s ever done before with any of his past partners. 

Bringing them home. 

Of course, he’s never felt this way about anyone but her. 

“Relax,” she says as they board the bus that is taking them south to catch the ferry to Jeju. “I don’t get what you are so nervous for. They’re your family!”

She places her hand on his thigh, and Haechan immediately covers her hand with his, lacing their fingers together where her warm hand rests against his bare skin above his knee. “I’m nervous because I’ve never introduced them to any of my previous partners. They’ve just met my friends.”

She smiles and leans over, tipping her head against his shoulder. Haechan’s heart races, his fingers tightening against hers. “I’m excited,” she tells him quietly. “I want to meet them. You’ve talked about them all enough over the years I’ve known you, it’s certainly about time. But I’m excited too that this is the first, like, weekend away we’re taking together.”

“We’ve been on tons of trips together before.” Haechan looks down at her just in time to see her roll her eyes. “What?”

“I mean, our first weekend away as a couple.” 

Oh.

“I know it’s not like a proper weekend away as a couple. We’re going to visit your family, not take a romantic trip together.” She presses her cheek against the round curve of Haechan’s shoulder. “But I’m still excited.”

He should take her on a real weekend trip. One that can be as romantic and sexy as she’d like. 

They both take naps while the bus carries them south. Her head bobs on his shoulder, his cheek pillowed against the top of her head. Haechan has the distinct feeling that neither of them slept too well the night before, aware that they’d been fighting, and both of them less comfortable in bed without the presence of each other. 

So they sleep, wrapped up together, and Haechan never wants to let her go again.  

Haechan’s worst fears (he’s dramatic) are confirmed the moment that his mom opens the door to greet them. 

Her smile is wide — a mirror of his own smile, honestly — as she drinks in every last detail of Haechan’s sleepy and damp girlfriend. 

The evening is gloomy, a light rain drizzling over them as they make their way to his childhood home, and his girlfriend isn’t even fully awake after the nap she’d also taken on the ferry ride over. 

Haechan watches his mom’s face. Her eyes go slightly wide as she looks at his girlfriend, as everything clicks in her mind — the name he’d mentioned earlier this morning finally registering in his mom’s mind as the name he’s been mentioning for years — and then her gaze slides to her son, her eyes alight as she says, “Well, it certainly took the two of you long enough to get here! And I don’t just mean today! This is your friend, isn’t she? The one from school?”

Haechan feels his face heat up as he pulls ahead of his girlfriend, hurrying forward to embrace his mother and hopefully get her to stop talking before she reveals something embarrassing. They at least need to make it in the door before she does that. 

Behind him, he hears his girlfriend laughing, and in his ear his mom laughs as well. 

It turns out that his tight hug doesn’t cut off his mom’s words. “He used to show us pictures of all of your friends, tell us stories all about you! He talked about you all—“

“That’s enough, Mom.” Haechan cuts her off. 

“Oh, come on, Donghyuck.” She smiles warmly at him as she pulls back from his hug. “Come inside. Come in, dear,” she says kindly, waving Haechan’s girlfriend forward. “I’m so excited to meet you! Donghyuck has never brought someone home to meet us before! We were starting to wonder if he was embarrassed by us or just unlucky in love.”

He knew that his mom would make a big deal out of this, tease him about it. 

“It’s my birthday, Mom,” he whines, stepping over the threshold. “Be nice to me.”

She lifts a hand to pat his head, smoothing his hair down gently. “Yes, son, of course,” she says placatingly, but he doesn’t miss the wink and smile she sends over his shoulder to his girlfriend. “No embarrassing stories at all.”

That promise lasts at least for a little while, but of course it’s impossible to keep. Maybe it doesn’t happen immediately, but try as he might to keep his family from sharing weird and embarrassing stories about him, they manage to tell her some anyway over the next few days. Over dinner and breakfast, during excursions around the island or to the beach, his mom and siblings share stories, some of which include times that he’d talked all about her long before this relationship began. Even when his mom gets around to interrogating her about her past and her present and hopes for the future, they manage to embarrass Haechan. 

Especially on Monday night, hours before his birthday actually begins. 

Haechan is minding his own business, helping clean up the mess from their meal, but he can hear his mom and his girlfriend talking in the next room. 

Unsurprisingly, his family likes her. He truly had nothing to worry about there. They get along even better than he could have hoped for, which is almost too well if he really thinks about it. His mom and his siblings laugh and joke around with her just as they do with Haechan, and his sister is already calling her “unnie” so affectionately, and his mom kept offering to take photos of them together when they all went down to the beach earlier that day. 

Haechan had finally acquiesced after his girlfriend curled her fingers around his wrist, tugging him towards her as she smiled. The wind was blowing through her loose hair, and the sun was shining from her cheeks, and she met his eyes as she said, “Come on, Donghyuck-ah, take a picture with me for your mom.” 

They’d stood in front of the sea, their bare toes buried in sand. Haechan put his arm around her waist as she tucked herself against his side. In the split second before his mom snapped the photo of them, he felt the woman at his side twist to face him, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek, her hand pressing against his other cheek to keep him from pulling away in surprise. 

His mom laughed, and Haechan watched the happy expression on his mom’s face as she squinted down at the picture in her phone. Her smile filled her face. “Cute, you two! Very cute. But let’s just get a normal one now!”

Haechan had suffered through a miniature photoshoot, dramatically sighing and complaining the whole time, but inside he was thoroughly enjoying it. Already, he’d been thinking about asking his mom to send him all the photos, thinking about which ones he was going to post on Instagram in his photo dump of this weekend. 

Even once their impromptu photo session was over, Haechan didn’t let go of her. He’d clung to her at the beach, unwilling to let her too far mostly because he’d noticed the gazes of several strangers straying towards her. 

“Jealous, baby?” She’d teased him when she noticed the reason for his extra-clinginess. And then she’d placed a gentle hand on his cheek as she tipped in on her toes to kiss him softly. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right? You’re stuck with me.”

Now, as he stands in the kitchen of his childhood home washing the dishes, Haechan is still thinking about that moment. He’s reliving the feel of the warm sunlight and the sea breeze on his skin. The softness of her palm and fingers against his cheek, the whisper of her lips on his, her sweet voice making that statement that sounded like a promise. 

He wants it to be a promise. 

And in the next room, it seems like his mom is thinking the same thing. He can hear their conversation as he scrubs out a pot. 

“Donghyuck says the two of you are moving into an apartment together?” His mom says, “When is that happening?”

“We’re still looking, but we’ll hopefully have one by the time our leases are up. So by about the end of this month,” is her answer, but what he doesn’t necessarily expect to hear is his girlfriend saying, “You all should definitely come visit! We’re looking for a two-bedroom, so there’ll be room. My family are already planning to come help me move my stuff over to the new place, but honestly I think it’s an excuse for my mom to fawn over Haechan a little more. She adores him probably more than she does me.”

“Does she want him as a son-in-law as much as I want you as a daughter-in-law?”

Haechan drops the pot he’s scrubbing. Did his mom really just say that?

His girlfriend laughs. “She’s mentioned it a few times. The first day they met him, my mom brought up babies.”

The sounds coming from the other room increase, laughter and excited noises. He knows his mom would love a little grandbaby to dote on, she likes babies and always has liked their little chubby cheeks and contagious bubbling laughter. She’s been talking for years about future grandchildren, though she’s always followed that up with a bit of advice to marry the girl first before the babies. 

Haechan hasn’t even mentioned yet to his mom that he thinks this is the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with, but judging by what she’s just said and the excited sounds from the other room, he’s sure that she’ll support him. Hell, she might even push him to do it as soon as he mentions it. 

He focuses on washing the rest of the dishes, and he loses track of the conversation in the next room.

All he knows is that when he emerges from the kitchen some time later, his fingertips are pruned and the front of his shirt is wet from where he accidentally slopped water down his front. Still, his girlfriend happily scoots aside to make a little room for him on the sofa, and he sinks down beside her so close that they’re pressed together from thigh to shoulder. 

She slides her hand over his thigh, letting it rest just above his knee. 

She’s deep in conversation with his family. It seems they’re debating the plot of some drama they all watch. Haechan has come in in the middle of it, so he keeps quiet, just watching her face as she talks and listens, the way her eyes light up right before she speaks up to make a point, her fingers curl in against his leg. 

She’s beautiful, sexy when she gets into it like this. He loves when her eyes blaze with determination to make a point. A lot of their little fights usually end with sex because he just finds the heat inside her so attractive. 

Just like right now. 

She’s busy arguing with one of his younger brothers, and Haechan is fighting down a boner. 

Her hand on his leg isn’t helping matters as she keeps gripping and rubbing his thigh. 

Haechan can only take so much of it before he feels like he’s at risk of doing something dangerous like moaning if she drags her nails along his inner thigh one more time. 

Carefully, he brushes her hand off his leg, and he stands up. “I’m gonna go shower,” he offers as an excuse for his escape. 

Barely anyone acknowledges it, but as Haechan turns to leave the room, he looks back over at her, momentarily catching her eye. The corner of her mouth ticks up into a little smile, something blossoming in her eyes, but then she looks away. Haechan leaves, wondering if she’d been touching him like that on purpose. 

Less than ten minutes later, Haechan is standing in the shower, when he hears the door of the bathroom open. He pops his head out of the shower to see who’s entered the room, and there she is. 

“Come here,” she demands. “Right now.”

There’s plenty of heat in her voice, but not the angry sort. 

As Haechan steps out of the shower, leaving the water running behind him, he watches her sink quickly to her knees in front of him. Clearly, she has one intention.

“Did you do that on purpose out there?” He asks, “Did you get me hard on purpose, angel?”

She looks up at him through her eyelashes. “What? I was just rubbing your thigh.” She tries to play it innocent, but she’s literally on her knees for him, and Haechan is no fool. She smiles up at him, and if anything that makes him even harder, knowing she was playing games with him. And even now, she keeps her tone innocent as she lets filthy words spill from her lips, asking, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Haechan? Wanna cum in my mouth?”

Does she even really have to ask? Of course he wants that. 

She leans in and starts licking water droplets from his skin while her hand wraps around his needy cock, Haechan is so grateful. He sighs, pressing his damp fingers through her hair.

“Gotta be quick,” she murmurs against his hip. “They think I’m just taking a bathroom break.”

Haechan hums, pressing his fingers encouragingly against her scalp, urging her mouth away from his hip to his cock. 

And she goes where he guides her, like the good girl she is. 

She gives him quick, sloppy head, swallowing around his cock until his tip hits the back of her throat with each bob of her head. The sounds of the shower running behind him help drown out the sounds they’re making — her soft gags and moans around him, his sighs and quiet curses as she sucks him off until his knees are going weak, his toes curl against the bathmat on the floor. 

It’s over faster than Haechan would like to admit. She has him cumming too quickly, but it’s knee-wobblingly good as she draws back until just her lips are tight around his tip, swallowing down each pulse of his cum across her tongue. His fingers grip tightly to sections of her hair, fucking it up completely. 

He sinks to his knees in front of her, smoothing his hands over her hair in an attempt to fix his mess, and then Haechan crushes his mouth against hers. 

He can taste himself on her tongue, the bitter tang, but he doesn’t care. He could happily kneel here and kiss her until the water runs cold in the shower, but before they get anywhere close to that point, she pushes against his chest with a groan. 

“I need to go back.” Her actions are contrary to her words as she dips forward to kiss him again. Haechan smiles, knowing that all it would take is him asking and she would just join him in the shower. She pushes herself away again, saying, “I don’t want your family knowing we’re in here having sex. Not when I’m just getting them to know and like me.”

Haechan can’t help the snort of a laugh that escapes him. “Baby, they’re gonna love you no matter what. Your family loves me and they walked in on us.”

She wrinkles her nose and stands up, drawing farther and farther away from him. “It’s different. But I hope you know you owe me now for what I just did.”

Haechan’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Later, angel. I promise.”

She turns and slips away from the room. He gets back in the shower, and now without the distraction of his erection, he passes through the motions much quicker. 

But while he’s in there he can’t help thinking about how she’s still so nervous about his family liking her. They clearly like her. There was really never any chance of them not liking her, which he’d realized as soon as he brought her up to his mom on the phone. 

He’d had his worries before then, obviously. It was part of the reason why he’d not mentioned her to his family. But after their fight the other night, after she left and he sat there talking to YangYang, his roommate helped him see light on the matter. 

Hours after she stormed out of the apartment, during one of the times Haechan had halfway convinced himself to go apologize, YangYang stopped Haechan in their living room, and asked him where he was going. That had given Haechan pause, and he’d sat down beside YangYang on the sofa and started actually talking with him.

“What if they don’t like her?” He’d finally admitted aloud to YangYang.

“You’re a fucking dumbass,” was YangYang’s point-blank reply. “Why wouldn’t they like her? And even if they don’t like her, you do. She’s your girlfriend, Haechan. Just last week, you were moaning about how much you love her and can’t wait to move in with her.”

Still, the thought of that makes Haechan smile. He’s excited to move in with her, to have no reason anymore to spend a night away from her, to get to wake up to her every day. He doesn’t care that when he says stuff like that to YangYang, to Renjun, to his other friends they tease him for being that way because, yeah, he’s in love with his girlfriend; he’s not going to pretend he doesn’t like her, like he doesn’t spend every waking moment wishing he was with her. 

So like YangYang said, it shouldn’t matter if his family doesn’t like her. But lucky for Haechan, they do like her. Unlucky for Haechan, now he’s definitely worried that they like her so much that while he’s standing up there finishing his shower, they’re all downstairs regaling her with stories about him that would embarrass the ever living shit out of him.

He hurries to dress again in something comfy, and he returns to the living room with his family and his girlfriend, immediately settling beside her. 

For hours they sit there, talking, playing games, and snacking with his family. Midnight approaches, and with it is Haechan’s birthday. 

He’s trying not to watch the clock, trying to not count down the seconds like he’s a kid again. He remembers birthdays in his childhood when he’d lain in bed, wide awake at midnight with excitement pulsing through his veins. Years as he grew older, hanging out with friends at midnight, celebrating as the clock turned over. 

Specifically he remembers a few years ago, the months between his first and second year of university. 

It was summertime, a brutal summer with exhausting heat that just leached the energy out of everyone. But all of his friends had come together that night to go out to a fancy rooftop bar. As midnight ticked nearer, as Mark and then Jeno and then Renjun and then strangers bought him drinks after drinks, Haechan felt himself growing happier and more excited for what his birthday tomorrow would bring and he felt lighter, light enough that he could just float off into the starry summer night. 

“Happy Birthday, Donghyuck!” said a voice from right behind him. 

He felt a hand clasp onto his, and he turned to look and found one of his newest friends standing there. He’d known of her since his first day of orientation, but it was really only within the last couple months of the second semester that he’d started to really, actually get to know her. And tonight she’s here to celebrate his birthday, and she’s holding his hand and looking at him with starry eyes that seem to mirror the night sky, and she just called him by the name his mother gave him. 

“You know we’re friends now,” Haechan told her, “You can call me Haechan. My friends call me Haechan. Donghyuck just sounds so….”

She laughed. “I like your name. Donghyuck. Donghyuck-ah. I like it.” She smiled softly, then said, “Haechan, too. It’s a bright name. A happy name. Happy birthday!” 

Cries of “Happy Birthday!” sounded from all around them. But she was still holding onto Haechan’s hand, and she murmured his name again, just a quiet “Haechan,” before she suddenly threw her arms around him, dragging him into a hug. 

It was a tight hug and warm, and Haechan felt every inch of her pressed against him. He slung an arm around her waist to return the embrace, and he couldn’t help, in that moment, letting the alcohol in his veins mix with the warm press of a soft body against him to feed his imagination. 

Maybe he should have known then.

She’d left him a moment after their hug, disappearing off to drink with Mark, and Haechan had ended the night with some random girl. And the same thing had happened the year after that and the one after that; as long as they’d been friends, she’s always been one of the first to wish him a Happy Birthday. 

This year is no different. 

At 11:59 PM, she twists around from where she’s reclining against his chest. 

“Happy Birthday, Donghyuck,” she wishes him, and then presses a kiss to his cheek. 

The clock strikes midnight, and around him his family wishes him a Happy Birthday as well, which means a lot to him, but not as much as the sound of her voice in his ear, the feel of her lips against his cheek even as he starts smiling at his family, the weight of her hand against his chest over his heart and her body resting back between his legs. 

He wraps his arms around her, refusing to let her up – not that she’s planning to go anywhere. 

A while later when his younger brother can no longer suppress his yawns, they all start to drift away towards their beds. 

Haechan happily and excitedly leads his girlfriend back to his childhood bedroom. In the years since he moved away for school, his bedroom has been taken over by one of his younger siblings, but for this weekend it’s Haechan’s again. The twin bed he spent years sleeping in is his again, and all weekend it has been a tight fit for both him and his girlfriend to sleep in, but tonight he’s glad about that. He wants to be as close to her as possible. 

She giggles (and his heart leaps in his chest) when Haechan shuts and locks the bedroom door, when he leads her by the hand over to the bed. He sits down heavily on the edge of it, guiding her to stand between his knees. 

“What are you doing?” She asks, her voice light, a smile gracing her lips. 

“Claiming my present. Paying you back for earlier.” Haechan slips his fingers into the waistband of the shorts she’s wearing. 

She pushes her fingers into his hair, combing his hair back off his forehead as he looks up at her. She asks, “Right now? Your whole family is here, just outside these walls. And it’s so quiet.”

Haechan grins. “You just have to be quiet. I know you can do it, angel.” Nevermind that he can hear water running in the bathroom, he can hear someone shifting in the bed next door. These walls are thin, but he knows that his girlfriend can be quiet if she puts her mind to it; there’s a reason she’s only been caught once — and it wasn’t due to her making noise. 

“Okay?” He checks with her, looking up into her eyes even as he starts to slide her shorts down her hips an inch. “Can I pay you back, baby?”

She swallows nervously and then nods. 

Haechan slides her shorts down until they drop to pool around her ankles. And then he moves to her shirt, fingers moving upwards beneath the fabric, over her belly, pushing her top up as he goes. 

She pouts, a vision of frustration when she reaches down to grab the hem of her shirt, and she drags it over her head instead of waiting. 

“Beautiful.” Haechan leans in, pressing his mouth against the curve of her hip, nipping slightly. Her answering sigh encourages him, and he kisses to the edge of her panties, leaving kisses all along the edge as he works his way towards the front and center, just beneath her belly button. 

Her fingers twist slightly in his hair. “Go on,” she sighs, tugging a little. 

Haechan smiles. He can almost smell her, can just imagine the taste of her on his tongue. Just the other night, before their fight, she’d ridden his face on the sofa and he’d been in heaven like that. Right now he almost wants to do it again, to fall backwards on his childhood bed and have an angel sit on his face. 

But he doesn’t do that. He knows she wants him to touch her, to kiss and lick and taste her. He waits. He teases, kissing her abdomen, drawing his nose from the edge of her panties, up to her navel and higher until he’s sitting up straight with his face at her chest. Now her fingers drag at his hair, a very quiet sound of desperation breathes past her lips. 

“It’s your birthday,” she tells him, “Don’t you just want to do it? Why are you taking your time?” 

Haechan smiles as he slides a hand up her back. “I’m savoring my present. Savoring you. I love the way you react to me, baby.” 

She presses closer to him when his fingers rising up her back reach the band of her bra, and Haechan quickly unfastens it. She sighs, and whether it’s due to the anticipation of him touching her tits or whether it’s the relief of being freed from her bra, he doesn’t know or care. She slides her arms out of the straps, lets her bra join her shirt and shorts on the floor, and then she drops her head back with a sigh as Haechan starts attending to her chest. 

He remembers the first time he really noticed her boobs: the night in the hot tub. He’d glanced over while they were all talking and laughing, and he’d happened to look down and seen the way that the string lights above the hot tub were reflecting on the water. Specifically the water that was lapping against her breasts where they rose out of the water. And he could see the thin fabric that had grown semi transparent beneath the water’s surface. And later that night when they’d shared a bed, he’d stared at them too, imagining how soft and nice they must be to touch. 

And in the present, as he palms one breast while he worships the other with his lips and his tongue, Haechan wishes (not for the first time) that he’d made a move that night. He missed out on so much time that he could’ve been with her like this just because he’d been too dumb and blind to notice what was right in front of him. 

Haechan drops his free hand down between her legs, and she shudders with another sweet sigh when he touches her over her panties, sliding a finger over the fabric, passing her clit so he can feel how wet she is, where she’s got a damp spot soaking through her panties. 

He thinks again about how much he enjoyed her sitting on his face the other night, and he really wants that to happen again, to feel her suffocate him against her pussy, smother him between her thighs. But he shouldn’t tonight. This bed is old and it squeaks and he’s sure that her riding his face is going to make a racket that will attract the attention of his family. 

Haechan slides off the edge of the bed to kneel on the floor, and he kisses down from her chest to her belly to the edge of her panties. 

She sighs his name, barely above a whisper, when his lips move over the front of her panties. Her fingers tighten, yanking at his hair, when Haechan licks over her clit through the panties while his fingers stroke slowly against the growing damp spot. 

He doesn’t remove her panties. He doesn’t even pull them to the side yet, but just licks and kisses and touches her over them. 

He waits until her fingernails drag over his scalp, her hands tugging at his hair to get him closer, her thighs twitching and a desperate hiss of his name—

Haechan drags her panties aside, his tongue meeting her clit. She rolls her hips against the heat of his mouth, and Haechan eagerly dives in deeper, wanting to feast on her, to devour the sweet taste of her pussy. Of course, he wishes more than anything to hear her moaning his name while he does it, but in the present circumstances, it would be better if she didn’t. 

She shudders and trembles against him with every drag of his tongue, and it gives Haechan such a headrush to have her like this, falling apart just with a few flicks of his tongue. 

“Hyuck,” she whispers, pressing her fingers into his hair, pushing slightly. “I’m gonna cum. Stop.”

Reluctantly, Haechan sinks back on his heels. He can feel her dampness on his lips and chin as he looks up at her. He can smell her arousal clinging to him and also so close at hand as she shifts on her feet. He just watches as she reaches down to push her panties off, letting them slide down her legs until she can step out of them, flicking them over to join the rest of her discarded clothes. 

Almost involuntarily, Haechan leans in, drawn towards the tantalizing taste between her legs. 

She jabs a finger against his forehead, stopping him. 

Haechan whines before he can catch himself. 

 “I don’t want to stop. The whole point is getting you there, returning the favor.” He pushes forward against her hand on his forehead until she removes it. He nuzzles against her bare thigh, leaving kisses up and down her left thigh. 

“No,” she whispers, “Fuck me. I want you inside me.”

Haechan doesn’t need telling twice. 

He curls his hands around the backs of her thighs, sliding his palms down over the softness of thigh and calves. “Sit down, then, baby,” he tells her gently. 

She lowers herself from standing above him to sitting in his lap. Her arms drape over his shoulders, her bare tits press against his chest, and she kisses him while she knots her fingers through his hair again. 

Haechan is hard again, because of course he is. Having his gorgeous girlfriend sitting in his lap is more than enough to do this to him, but also having just been devouring her pussy got him so hard that his cock is just aching in his shorts. 

He shivers a little when her fingertips brush over his belly, and he makes a little involuntary sound when she starts lifting his shirt. She pulls the shirt up, just breaking their gentle kiss long enough to drag it up over his head and drop it aside. 

Now when she presses herself closer to him, he can feel the press of her tits against his skin. He can feel the softness and warmth of her breasts, the peaks of her nipples. 

She sighs when Haechan slides a hand along her spine, when he shifts beneath her, and Haechan ever-so-carefully tips her backwards. He presses her back to the floor of the bedroom, and he covers her with his body, making sure there’s not an inch of untouched space between them. 

“Come on,” she whines so softly, tugging at his hair. 

Haechan feels the hair-tug right down to his cock, which gives a twitch in his shorts. 

“Need you, Haechan,” she whispers, “I need to feel you.”

As much as he enjoys hearing her beg and whine for his cock, Haechan slides a hand down between their bodies without further preamble. He shoves his shorts down, making a small sound in the back of his throat in relief as his cock springs free, and he gets a hand on himself. 

Something about doing this here on the floor of his childhood bedroom feels so right. He can’t explain it, but it’s a feeling of completeness and rightness, like he’s come full circle from when he was younger, lying in bed as he stared up at the ceiling and dreamed of someday being in love, to now when he’s rolling his hips forward against the love of his life. 

Because that’s what she is. No doubt. 

The absolute love of his entire life. 

He doesn’t even take the shorts fully off, just shoves them down around his thighs. She doesn’t care, she’s too busy panting against his lips as he drags his tip between her legs, feeling her wetness kissing his cock. All it takes is his thumb pressing against his length to direct himself towards her entrance, and then he rolls his hips forward and sinks inside her at last. 

It takes a great deal more effort to keep quiet after that. 

The house around them has fallen mostly silent, but blessedly one of his younger brothers is still awake and is playing video games or a movie in his bedroom, and the sound emanating from there is enough to mask some of the sounds they’re creating right here – their bodies are tangled together on the floor, knotted together with high energy and the inability to make too much noise. 

Her fingernails drag along Haechan’s shoulders and spine, digging in at the small of his back in a way that makes his toes curl, makes him grind his hips forward to be even deeper inside her warm, tight pussy. She’s rolling her hips too, aiming to get his cock to hit in just the right spot, and her breath is just against his lips, an imitation of a kiss. 

He wishes he could fully let go, could move right now and make the sounds right now that he wants to. He wants to treat her as well as she deserves. He wants to bend her into positions that he knows she likes better than just missionary, and he wants to talk to her because he knows that his voice gets her off faster. He wishes they were in the bed instead of the hard floor, although he knows the mattress is squeaky and will announce to the whole house immediately what they’re doing in here. 

He does the most that he can in present circumstances. 

Haechan fits a hand between them, his fingers find her clit. 

She lets out an audible squeak. 

She freezes but Haechan just grins, kissing her quickly before he lifts himself up a bit, putting a little space between her chest and his so he can look down at her spread out beneath him. He wants to see her as he rolls his hips and grinds his cock just right against that particular spot inside her. He wants to see the way that she bites her bottom lip to keep quiet when he plays with her clit. 

One of her hands drifts to her chest, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple between her fingers. Her other hand moves to Haechan’s hip, sliding around to grip his ass. 

The bite of her nails into his skin makes him hiss, makes his hips snap forward hard enough that she slides a couple inches against the floor. A second later he feels her heels against the backs of his thighs as she curls her legs around him to hold him closer.

He draws his thumb in tight circles on her clit, watching the way she squirms, the way her eyelids flutter shut, the way that her pussy eagerly swallows up his cock each time he rolls his hips forward. She’s so wet around him, and he can feel her getting closer, can feel the racing throb of her around his length. Her body is beginning to tense up in anticipation of her climax, and Haechan can feel his own quickly approaching as he watches. 

“Haechan,” she whimpers, and at this point he doesn’t care if it’s loud enough for anyone else to hear. He doesn’t care if they hear the sound that escapes her next — a mixture between a sigh and a whine and a cry. 

All he knows is the sweet release as he follows her over the edge, as he presses himself down over her again, as he captures her lips with his own. 

They drown in each other for a handful of moments, lost in the sensations of their bodies still moving together, taking from each other. 

Haechan is the one that breaks first. She bites his bottom lip and tugs and he forces himself to pull away from her. 

She lies there beneath him on the floor, chest heaving, a smile on her lips that is both pleased and full of challenge. “What?” She asks, her voice so quiet again now. “Where are you going?”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, angel.” Haechan rakes his fingers through his hair. “Keep it up and I won’t be able to stop myself, and we’ll do some serious damage to this bedroom and my relationship with my family.”

Still, she smiles up at him, reaching for his hand even as he pulls out of her and moves like he’s going to stand up. She tries to reel him in again, and Haechan knows it would be so damn easy to give in and lose himself inside her again. He always wants her, and when she’s laid out so invitingly like this, it makes it more difficult to say no. 

“Baby,” he sighs, taking her hand and tugging.

She sits up, still smiling as Haechan leans in to peck her on the lips. “Baby,” she sighs back at him, “Should we just go to sleep then?”

He nods. “Tomorrow we’ll go home. And at the end of the month, you’re all mine. No more roommates to intrude, and then we can just take all the time we want with each other. Any time you want me, angel, you’ll just be able to jump me.”

That makes her laugh, and that sound causes his heart to leap in his chest. 

She grabs his abandoned shirt from the floor, pulls it on and climbs to her feet. Haechan just pulls his shorts back up. He watches as she tiptoes from the bedroom to the bathroom down the hall. 

He’s half asleep already by the time she comes creeping back into the bedroom, quietly pressing the door shut behind her, sliding silently into the tight twin bed to squeeze herself against him. Haechan just opens his arms to let her snuggle in against his chest. The two of them fit tightly together by necessity (the too small bed) and just because they want to (Haechan wants her suffocatingly close, honestly). 

Her lips brush against his chest, her hair tickles his chin, and Haechan just breathes her in, feeling himself relaxing into the bed until sleep sinks over him. 

“You two are gross,” Mark groans from across the room. 

It’s the end of June, and as Haechan is finally moving in with his girlfriend to their new apartment, their friends have come to visit and help with the move. 

To be fair, the “gross” thing that Mark just walked in on is only Haechan hugging his girlfriend. She has her cheek against his shoulder, her arms around his waist, and Haechan’s arms squeeze tight around her shoulders while he rests his head against the top of hers. They’re just taking a pause, a well-deserved moment to drink in their present and their future in the quiet of their new apartment. 

Haechan’s dream apartment. The one he’s envisioned his future with her in. He was lucky that she’d fallen in love with it too upon their first viewing of it, lucky that they got it right away and were able to move in so quickly. 

And now they’ll finally have a place for just them. A quiet sanctuary. 

Well, it was quiet. 

But now Chenle, Xiaojun, and Jeno fill the doorway behind Mark, all of them talking. Then YangYang’s voice cuts through the clamor, saying, “If you think that’s gross, you haven’t spent enough time around them. I’m glad they’ve got their own place now, they’re always going at it like rabbits. I’m tired of hearing it and walking in on it.”

Haechan catches YangYang’s eye, and the younger at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed. 

And then Renjun appears, carrying a heavy box between him and Jaehyun. “Let’s just hope they can keep their hands to themselves when we all go on our trip.”

Jaehyun snickers, glancing over at Haechan’s girlfriend. He tightens his arms around her, feeling a jealous flare as she smirks back at Renjun and his boyfriend. 

“No promises,” Haechan says. “Our last trip everyone was fucking. So I wouldn’t be surprised if it goes the same in Bali.” He looks around the room at everyone – the couples of Renjun and Jaehyun, and Jeno and Jaemin most particularly – and then says, “At least it’s a bigger place and there are less of us this time, so we all get our own rooms.”

Though he has a feeling that that’s going to matter about as much as it did last time. People were still fucking around on their last trip outside of the bedrooms – in that outdoor shower, in the pool, in the kitchen. 

Renjun just laughs and drapes an arm on his boyfriend’s shoulder, leaning against Jaehyun. “The rooms aren’t soundproof, though, Haechan, so you’ll at least have to try to keep the volume down.”

Luckily, his girlfriend takes care of responding by flipping Renjun her middle finger. 

Everyone laughs and gets back to moving boxes and furniture up from the moving truck parked on the street below, but Haechan can’t stop thinking about the jokes from their friends. Their trip is coming up in just a couple weeks, and Haechan is almost certain that he’s not going to be able to keep his hands to himself. As a matter of fact, he’s got certain plans already that make him think that it’s not just going to be him struggling to keep his hands to himself.

He’s still thinking about the trip and his specific plans for it hours later after most of their friends have left, and still when her parents show up with pizza for dinner and also to help with unpacking some of their boxes. 

Haechan is glad to see them. Of course he is. They still have a lot of furniture to put together and boxes to organize, which is why Renjun, Jaehyun, and YangYang are still there, helping Haechan build a TV stand he bought from IKEA. It’s nice to have help, but with the way he’s been distracted for the past few hours, he also desperately wishes that he was alone with her already. 

While her mom helps her with unpacking some of the boxes, her dad comes over to help with the furniture assembly. That would be fine, like Haechan gets along well with her dad on the several occasions they’ve met, but Renjun and YangYang keep making jokes and blunt comments still that Haechan is terrified her dad is going to take the wrong way. 

Specifically jokes about the Indonesia trip and the sort of rules that they should put in place.

Eventually, Haechan sends them on a mission to pick up a few things from the nearest convenience store. Anything to get rid of them for a little bit. 

Haechan can hear his girlfriend and her mom talking quietly in the bedroom. They’ve got music playing over a Bluetooth speaker that mostly drowns out their conversation, and Haechan finds himself glancing towards the doorway. 

She’s laughing with her mom, saying something he can’t quite make out, and she’s holding an ugly sweater up in front of herself. 

Haechan has a vague memory involving that sweater. 

A few years ago while they were in school, an ugly sweater party they’d thrown at the rental house. He remembers that there’d been a gift exchange since it was right before the holiday break, there’d been mistletoe and Christmas lights. All of their friends wore hideous sweaters that ranged from itchy and horribly patterned to obnoxiously festive. They’d decorated cookies with frosting and sprinkles. They’d drunk spiced wine and spiked eggnog. Someone had started Christmas carol karaoke late in the night when pretty much everyone was completely wasted. 

Haechan remembers her wearing that sweater. He remembers that it had been very, very late when he walked onto the front porch, needing a breath of fresh air and a brief break from Xiaojun and Chenle’s karaoke singing. He’d found her sitting on the front step, wearing only the sweater and a pair of hole-y jeans. She’d been sitting there, staring up at the sky as fluffy flakes of snow were drifting lazily towards the ground where there was already a light dusting. The lampposts along the street gave off a pale, silvery ambience, and the whole city seemed so quiet right then except for the house right behind them. 

She’d been shivering when he sat down beside her. 

“You should be wearing a coat, you’re gonna catch a cold.” Haechan wasn’t wearing a coat either, but that didn’t matter so much to him. 

“It’s pretty out here,” is all she said. 

The wind blew a little, sending a couple little fluffs of snow to settle in her hair, and a few loose strands of her hair fluttered against her cheeks. She closed her eyes and tipped her face up. 

Haechan was probably drunk right then. A little more drunk than he’d thought because he was sitting here beside her, and he completely forgot about the girl he’d brought to the party who was sitting inside wearing a holly wreath as a crown and drinking everyone in there under the table. 

He watched her, shivering in her sweater as she enjoyed the wintry chill. She was pretty, so pretty. All haloed with snow and silvery light. She was an angel, a perfect angel, and his heart beat a little faster when she snuck a glance at him. He was staring, but she didn’t seem to mind too much. He figured if she called him out on it, he could tell her he was drunk, but really he just couldn’t bring himself to look away from her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, to protect her from the cold. He wasn’t sure where that urge came from, but here it was. 

Of course, that night was years before he realized his true feelings. 

But sitting here right now in the living room of their new apartment, watching her laugh with her mom over the ugly sweater, Haechan wonders if she remembers that night. He really had been such a fool to take so long to realize he was in love with her. He should’ve known it that night, but he’d blamed his feelings on the alcohol, he’d pushed them away. 

While they’re alone — her and her mom distracted in the other room, his friends gone temporarily — Haechan talks to her dad. The music from the speaker keeps playing loudly, and Haechan notices her looking out into the living room, checking on him and her dad, but he knows she can’t hear what they’re talking about. 

It’s hours later when her parents are the last to leave. Hugs, handshakes, her dad nodding a goodbye to Haechan at the door. 

The door has barely swung shut behind them before she’s right there, sliding her arms around Haechan’s waist, pressing her chest against his back. Her lips brush his neck. 

“We’re alone,” she sighs. “At last.”

The mattress in the bedroom is brand new, and they break it in that night.

Haechan is enthusiastic as he devours her, kissing her tenderly, taking her apart on his fingers and his tongue before he finally takes anything for himself. He can’t get enough of her, and she can’t satiate her need for him either. 

Thankfully their apartment is a corner apartment, their bedroom right there on the outer edge, so they’re likely not disturbing their neighbors. Except maybe the people living above and below them. But they make no efforts to be quiet. 

It’s quite a while later when she groans and knots her fingers in Haechan’s hair, dragging his mouth away from where he’s sucking a mark against her collarbones. 

“What has gotten into you tonight?” She’s smiling as she says it. “Aren’t you tired yet?”

Maybe he should find an insult in that, but they have gone more rounds than normal, not to mention they spent all day moving heavy furniture and boxes up several floors, so maybe she’s just genuinely amazed that Haechan is still seeking more. 

“I just love you,” Haechan murmurs, lowering his head again. “And we’ve got this place. Our home. I’m just excited and in love. Can you blame me?” He turns his head to the side, and he brushes his lips against her wrist. He can feel her pulse pounding beneath his lips. She sighs. 

Haechan kisses from her wrist to the crease of her elbow. He can smell her perfume underlying the scent of them together. He trails kisses along the rest of her arm to her shoulder, from her shoulder to her neck, her neck to her jaw. 

She swears softly when he deviates to suck lightly at one of her earlobes, nipping lightly with his teeth. He smiles, loving the way she always reacts when he does that, the way that he can feel her tighten around him where he’s still buried inside her. 

He kisses the high point of her cheekbone, kisses her eyelids and her nose, leaves a lingering kiss to her forehead, and he can feel her breath against his throat. Her hands clench against his sides. 

“Haechan,” she breathes out his name. 

He draws his lips back from her forehead. He kisses her nose again, and then he withdraws a few inches to look down at her. 

Her eyes are still closed. Her lips are turned up, seeking, hopefully, begging to be kissed. 

Haechan leans in, still watching her, watching the way her mouth twitches, the way that her lips part with another small sigh. 

He kisses her. 

Not the hungry, devouring kisses of earlier. This one is slow and sweet. She hums, pleased. 

They tangle together one more time tonight. Bodies moving in tandem, slowly, savoring each other, embracing and enjoying the feel of each other everywhere inside and out. 

“Say it,” Haechan murmurs as he teeters on the brink of another orgasm. “Say it, angel.”

He knows she knows what he’s asking for, and she gives it willingly, openly, spilling the words sweetly from her lips pressed against his. 

“Yours. Always yours.” 

Haechan unravels, taking her words as a promise. 

Although he’s fully aware of all the jokes and teasing and fake rules their friends have put into place leading up to this trip, Haechan doesn’t take any of them seriously. 

It’s July now, the heat of summer is devastating, but as bad as it is at home, Haechan knows it’s going to be even worse when they get to Indonesia. He’s already sweating as he and his girlfriend unload from the taxi they took to the airport, baking in the heat, his sunglasses slide down his nose due to sweating. 

Blessedly, the interior of the airport is a lot cooler. By the time they’ve made it through security and have found their gate, Haechan feels a lot better. 

Xiaojun and his girlfriend, YangYang and his flavor of the month, and Jeno and Jaemin are already waiting at the gate. 

Haechan can’t help thinking, as they approach their friends, that they all put a lot of joking rules in place considering it’s only couples coming on this trip. Haechan won’t be surprised if not a single one of the sex rules gets followed this week. They all made it work during their trip to Thailand. 

While Haechan is settling into the seat beside Jeno, his girlfriend excuses herself to the restroom. 

They’ve still got about an hour and a half until their flight is meant to board, but Renjun and Mark, who were the ones who put the most planning into this trip, had told all of them to be here two hours early. Of course, Haechan doesn’t fail to notice that neither one of them is there yet. 

Before she returns from the restroom, Renjun and Jaehyun arrive, looking far fancier than the rest of their friends. Both of them look like they could walk a runway or something, and Haechan can’t deny that it’s not a good look, but it’s overkill since they’re all headed to the tropics. Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin are dressed in sweatpants and tshirts. 

Haechan leaves his seat behind to go talk with the new arrivals, checking with Renjun about what some of the details of the group itinerary are since he’s the one that booked the villa, some of the dinners, and most of their rentals that had to be booked in advance. Renjun assures him that everything has been booked and scheduled properly in the itinerary that he sent to their group chat. 

Haechan returns to his seat beside Jeno and pulls out his phone to check the itinerary – the plans for dinners and for sightseeing, for excursions at the beach, and more. 

Eventually, she comes back, sliding quietly into the seat beside Haechan. She brought back drinks from Starbucks, passing him one and saving the other for herself. He notices the way she keeps shifting around nervously, crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing her feet. He reaches over and lays a hand on her knee. 

“What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs. “You’ve never been a nervous flier before.”

She nods, then leans closer, resting her chin on his shoulder to whisper in his ear. “I want to try something.”

Immediately heat blooms inside Haechan, a rush of heat centered in his lower belly. “Oh?”

“I’m wearing a vibrator,” she hisses the word so quietly that Haechan almost misses it. “And you’re going to control it.”

Dear God, his vision pulses black for a second, his head spins. She’s truly going to be the death of him, he thinks, as his heart races. 

“The rules….” He starts to say, glancing over at where Xiaojun is dozing with his head on his girlfriend’s shoulder, where YangYang is giggling with his girl at something on her phone. 

“As if anyone is going to follow them,” she whispers, “And besides, we have a long wait before we board the plane, a long flight after that. I don’t want to be bored, Haechan.”

There have been a rare few times since they began this relationship that Haechan wonders if he’s bitten off more than he can chew with her and her exhibitionism. 

“Can you really do it here?” He asks. He doesn’t even understand how she snuck a vibrator through the airport security. He’s not going to ask either. “Can you really keep it subtle enough?”

She smiles and pecks him on the cheek. “The app is on your phone, I downloaded it for you yesterday. You’re the one in control. You know what I can take.”

She’s giving him all the power right now? He tries hard to not let that rush immediately go to his head. 

She shifts again in a way that Haechan suddenly realizes is excitement over this situation she’s created for herself. 

“You’re a pervert,” Haechan accuses her softly, adoringly. She smiles sweetly. 

He’s grateful for the fact that he’s got a privacy screen protector on his phone. No one can see the app on his screen as he pulls it up with the help of her whispered instructions, it’s invisible unless they’re standing directly behind him and peering over his shoulder. They might be able to see the delight on his face as he realizes that she’s already gone through all the necessary steps, and all Haechan has to do is control her now. 

He could push her quickly right up to the edge, watch her fight to contain herself. 

Or he could just start her out slow, get her so wet that she’s going to ruin her panties. If she’s even wearing them. He wonders how much she’s really planned this. 

Haechan just starts out the vibration low and constant. She reaches over to hold his hand, and he can feel her pulse thrumming in her wrist where it presses against his. 

He toys with her for the time before they board their flight. He holds conversations with their friends while he messes around on his phone, and each time he jacks up the intensity of her vibrator using his phone, he feels her clutch his hand a little bit tighter. But she’s a good girl, and she doesn’t make a sound. 

Haechan has fun with it, pulsing it rapidly so that her fingernails dig into his skin as she fights to keep control of herself, but then other times hr has it so low and constant that she’s able to catch her breath, able to join in on conversation and look almost as if she’s not hiding this dirty secret in plain sight. 

Best of all is that no one notices. All of their friends are too distracted with each other to take any notice when she slips a little bit every now and then, her face showing a hint of the pleasure she’s feeling. 

When their flight is called to board, Haechan lowers the vibrations to almost nothing, but even then, he notices her legs are a tiny bit wobbly as she gets to her feet, as she clutches at his arm while they walk together to line up with their friends to board. He smiles at her, kisses her forehead, and murmurs, “Should I let you have it, baby? Do you deserve to be rewarded? Or should I make you wait til we get to the house?”

Her fingernails dig into his arm sharply. “I don’t think I can wait.”

“We’ll see.”

On the plane, she’s got a window seat, Haechan takes the middle seat, and the third seat in their row is left open for a stranger.  As soon as she’s settled with her personal item tucked beneath the seat in front of her, her seat belt latched across her lap, Haechan places his hand on her bare thigh. She wore shorts for their day of travel, loose athletic shorts that it’s easy for him to slide his fingers inside of. 

Not that he does that right now. 

Well, he stretches his pinky finger out and traces it along the edge of her shorts, which is enough to make her shiver. She turns her head to look out the plane window at the tarmac, and she presses her mouth into her palm. 

The flight fills in around them. Renjun and Jaehyun are in the row behind them with a sweet old lady who strikes up a conversation with the pair of them. Haechan waits to see who is going to fill in the seat beside him. 

But when the doors of the flight close, the seat remains empty. 

Perfect. 

He waits until they’re properly airborne, until the plane is filled with the dull murmur of conversations, the sharper sound of a baby crying a few rows ahead of them, and it’s then that he ramps the vibrator’s setting all the way up. 

She hisses and clutches at his arm, somehow both squirmy and rigid in her seat. Her eyes are closed, but she still has her head turned towards the window. 

It’s almost a seven hour flight from Seoul to Bali, Indonesia, and Haechan doesn’t intend to torture her with the vibrator for the entire seven hours. That might be a bit too much edging, honestly, but he thinks he can do it for a while, playing with her until she’s desperate for it. 

He rests his free hand on her thigh still, the other is preoccupied with his phone — his thumb sliding up and down to adjust the speed and intensity of his girlfriend’s vibrator. The thumb on his other hand strokes her thigh in a matching pattern. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and she squeezes her thighs together. 

She just wore a thin top today since the heat is going to be so thick once they arrive in Indonesia, and right now Haechan can see her nipples poking against the front of her shirt. She crosses her legs, trapping his hand there in the warmth between her thighs, and he’s sorely tempted to just throw caution to the wind and slide his fingers inside her shorts. Fuck the vibrator, he wants to finger her right here until she’s squirting around his fingers and he has to ask a flight attendant for some napkins. 

“Fuck off,” she whispers when he murmurs his thoughts into her ear. 

Haechan kisses her cheek, slides his fingers a little higher, and he draws his pinky finger along the center seam of her shorts. 

She shivers. 

Haechan grins, and again he whispers to her, asking, “Are you even wearing panties, angel? I swear I can already feel how wet you are.”

“I’m not,” she admits, and her voice gives an odd flutter when he draws his pinky finger in a circle over her clit. “I thought it would be easier if I wasn’t, so I stowed them in my purse when I went to the bathroom. I was hoping that after you got tired of toying with me, you’ll fuck me in the tiny airplane bathroom.”

God, Haechan is so in love with her. 

“I might take you in there,” he says. “Once I’ve had enough of this.” And then he drives the settings high again, watching the way her eyes flutter shut, the way her thighs clench around his hand, and she bites her bottom lip. He slowly lowers the setting until she relaxes again. 

Back and forth, again and again, wilderness with sudden sharp bursts of pleasure, sometimes he drops all the way to the lowest setting. And the whole time, Haechan is touching her — over her shorts, her thighs, holding her hand while she leans over with her head on his shoulder and her teeth scraping his bicep while she tries to keep quiet. 

Haechan is enchanted, endeared by her. 

Her teeth dig into his skin through his shirt as he lets the vibrator pass in a smooth rhythm between two different settings. Her fingernails draw marks into his forearm, and a small whimper manages to escape her as he lets her orgasm at last overtake her. 

She doesn’t say a word as she revels in the feeling, as he keeps his thumb on the screen of his phone, dropping her down to the lowest level and just letting it buzz to elongate her pleasure. She tucks her head into the crook of his neck, and Haechan can feel her breath damp against his skin as she shudders through a second weaker orgasm. 

“I love you,” she mumbles, “Give me, like, five minutes and you can drag me off to that tiny bathroom.”

Haechan laughs. He turns off the vibrator, and slides his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. “We don’t have to. We still have hours left of this flight, baby. And a whole flight back home at the end of the week.”

She sighs a little, but she settles in against him, relaxing. Soon her breaths grow slow and steady, and Haechan realizes that she’s fallen asleep. 

The rest of the flight is quiet, uneventful, and even when she wakes from her nap a little while later, Haechan insists that they stay in their seats. 

“We don’t want to exert all of our energy now, do we?” He stretches his arms above his head and peeks back over his shoulder to see Renjun and Jaehyun, the latter asleep with his head on Renjun’s shoulder. “I have plans for us, angel. Lots of plans, and some are even ones that our friends definitely won’t approve of.”

Already they’ve made several plans as a group — paddle boarding to this lake just a short distance inland, parasailing, snorkeling, exploring historical structures, etc. — and Haechan has adapted some of his plans to account for those things. 

That answer seems good enough for her. 

The luxury villa is exactly as it was promised on the booking website. A gorgeous pool area with an abundance of lounge chairs and umbrellas, an outdoor jacuzzi, a covered patio with a fire pit and L-shaped sofa, a grilling area and outdoor bar. There are 6 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, a state of the art kitchen, a small gym. The living room is equipped with large sofas, a massive TV with a sound system, and a pool table, air hockey table, dart board, foosball table, and a ping pong table. There’s wifi and TV, air conditioning, gorgeous views; the villa has everything they could want. 

As soon as YangYang pulls up to the villa in their rental car, there is a mad scramble to get inside and claim the best bedrooms. Each couple gets their own bedroom, their own bathroom. 

There is a main house and then two separate buildings, each one housing two bedrooms, although the main house holds the kitchen, the living room, and the gym. 

Xiaojun and his girlfriend claim one of the rooms in the main house on the basis that Xiaojun is going to be the one using the kitchen the most. Jeno and Jaemin take the second bedroom for the same reason — they’ll be using the kitchen and the gym often. 

YangYang and his girl, plus Mark and his girlfriend share one of the standalone houses, leaving Jaehyun, Renjun, Haechan, and his girlfriend in the other. 

“Don’t forget,” Renjun warns as the four of them step into their shared building. “Just keep the volume down.”

“Maybe we’ll be extra loud just to spite you,” she says quickly in reply.

Renjun opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, Haechan tugs on his girlfriend’s arm to draw her towards the stairs that lead up to their bedroom on the second floor. 

THe bedroom is just as beautiful as the rest of the villa. A wooden floor with soft rugs, a queen sized bed with a netted canopy that can be drawn back or cover the bed. There’s a nice bathroom with a waterfall shower. There’s a balcony that overlooks the beautiful forest view behind the villa as well as a nice view on the other side of the room of the pool area below. 

She slides up behind Haechan while he’s looking down at the pool. She hugs him from behind, her arms around his waist, her cheek against his shoulder. “We still have a few hours before we’re all leaving for dinner,” she says, “Do you want to shower with me? I’ll make good on that promise from earlier.”

Haechan watches Jeno reappear from the main house, taking a running leap before he plunges fully into the pool with a massive splash. Jaemin is close behind him, then Mark joins in too.

Later they’re all driving back into the little tourist town on the beach. They’re going to grab dinner and drinks at a restaurant that has great reviews. That’s hours from now. Plenty of time for him to enjoy his girlfriend the way that she deserves.

“You go in first,” Haechan tells her.

She wanders off, and he takes a few moments to draw the gauzy curtains over the windows looking down to the pool. He doesn’t want to share her with all of them, not now.

She’s already standing bare beneath the spray of the waterfall shower. The shower floor is made up of a few large tiles while the rest is filled in with pebbles. There’s a window overhead and another one that overlooks the forest.

Haechan strips and joins her. He pulls her against him, cradling her face in his hands, and he kisses her like he’s been deprived of her touch for weeks, as if it wasn’t just last night that he pinned her to the couch while they fought over the last bite of the last eggroll from their takeout dinner, and when she stuffed it into her mouth, he’d let her finish chewing it while he looked at her in shock, and then he’d kissed her. She’d teased him afterwards that it was gross that he wanted to kiss her just to get a taste of the eggroll, so he’d kissed her again and kept kissing her for quite a while.

But he can’t help how much he loves her.

He can’t help how often he wishes he was just like this with her: skin-to-skin with nothing in between, tasting her kiss, hearing her soft sounds of pleasure as he slides a hand down between her legs again.

He can’t help the way that his carnal desires take over, his need to be inside her driving him to press her up against that window looking out to the forest. He fits his cock inside her from behind, his hands on her hips as he fills her up again and again. He presses his fingertips between her lips to keep her mouth busy, and she sucks on his fingers like they’re his cock. 

Haechan cums, pulling out just in time to get her lower back, but that’s not enough for her. She only just barely spares a moment to shut off the water before she’s got her hands on his chest, propelling him backwards out of the shower, out of the bathroom, onto the bed. She sits right back on his cock, riding him with her hands on his thighs to steady herself. 

Her hair drips down her back and onto his skin, little cold drops that tickle as they roll across his skin. She looks like a siren, fresh from the sea with her skin and hair so wet, her body rolling on top of him, her head tipped back as she moans for him, sighing his name. Her breasts bounce distractingly on her chest, and Haechan is mesmerized, watching her use his cock to draw her own pleasure, her nipples are pulled into tight peaks, and he can’t help himself when he sits up and latches on to one of them.

She shudders, arching into the heat of his mouth. 

Haechan reaches around her, grabbing her ass, and he squeezes it. She rolls her hips a little faster, but it’s still not enough for him.

He wants to be deeper.

She gasps when he suddenly moves, turning them over so her back is on the bed and he’s above her. 

She’s not being quiet, and he’s not sure if that’s because of what she said to Renjun before they came up here, or if she’s just genuinely enjoying herself that much that she’s being so noisy. Either way, Haechan doesn’t really want to piss off their friends on their first night of the trip, so he leans in and kisses her to get her to quiet down a little.

It works a little bit, but once Haechan really starts moving, snapping his hips forward roughly to get as deep inside her as he can, her cries grow in volume again, even muffled by his mouth on hers. Haechan can tell that she’s getting close, and with each time that she clenches around him, each of her whining moans, he feels himself growing closer too. The knot in his belly draws tighter, and he loves the feeling of being so deep inside her, he really doesn’t want to pull out just to cum on her belly or thighs again. He wants to relish the feeling of his orgasm inside her.

“Can I cum inside?” He gasps the words out against her lips as he feels himself teetering on the brink.

She hesitates for a fraction of a second, but then she nods. “Yes. Inside me. Please, Haechan.”

She so rarely has let him cum inside her, and hasn’t let him do it in what feels like ages, so the feeling of it right now is overwhelming. And the way that she hits her peak at the same moment, just makes it all that much better.

Haechan does her the courtesy of at least pulling out and repositioning her, then he sinks down between her legs. She basically wraps her legs around his head as he cleans her up with his tongue and eats her out.

By the time they descend from their bedroom almost an hour later (after he brings her to orgasm twice more on his tongue and fingers, after they shower off again and get ready for their group dinner), Haechan’s lips feel a little bruised and he feels drunk off the taste of her, but he has a happy girlfriend at his side. 

Haechan wakes the next morning on a deflating pool float that’s halfway submerged on the steps into the pool. He doesn’t really remember how he got there, just that they’d all been drinking a lot of strong stuff at the bar, and then when they got back to the villa there was more drinking. 

He’s not the only one left out by the pool. Mark is asleep on two of the lounge chairs that have been pushed together. Xiaojun’s girlfriend is stretched out on the sofa by the firepit, a bluetooth speaker a few feet away from her still playing music.

Haechan, in his attempt to climb off the pool float, ends up tipping himself into the water, and the shock of the cool water closing over him is enough to fully wake him the rest of the way up, sobering him in an instant.

“Fuck! Shit! Damn it!” He curses as his head breaks the surface. Not that anyone hears him. Both Mark and Xiaojun’s girlfriend are still deep asleep as Haechan sloshes up the steps, splattering the concrete with his footsteps and soaking wet clothes. All the lights are off in the villas, and it’s then that Haechan realizes it’s still very early and it was probably only the deflating of his float letting in the cool water that woke him.

The sun isn’t all the way up yet, just coloring the clouds a pale orange color, and there is a surprising slight chill to the morning air. A short breeze prickles Haechan’s skin as he walks towards his building. 

The door to Renjun and Jaehyun’s bedroom is cracked open, and he can just barely catch a glimpse of their tangled bodies on top of the bedsheets. He climbs the stairs up to his bedroom quietly.

Haechan feels an odd sense of deja vu upon attempting to quietly open the bedroom door. A night so long ago when he cautiously opened a bedroom door, worried about waking the girl in his bed then. That night, he’d startled her awake. Or at least, he’d assumed he’d woken her, it was only all those months later when she finally confessed to him that she had not been asleep but had actually just finished touching herself.

This morning, she doesn’t even stir as he opens the door.

She’s diagonal on the bed, her head on Haechan’s pillow while her body crosses the rest of the mattress. She’s only wearing panties, all the sheets have been kicked to the end of the bed, and as Haechan notices the scattered hickeys on her thighs, a vague memory from last night returns: stumbling up the stairs with her, losing their balance and giggling as they sat down on the stairs, as Haechan untied the wrap dress that she’d worn out to dinner, as he parted her thighs and knelt there on the stairs to eat her out. 

Someone had come in downstairs while they were there on the stairs. Whether it was Renjun or Jaehyun, Haechan didn’t know, but he did finish her off on his tongue, and he’d still been leaving his mark on her thighs when the sound of a door opening downstairs sounded again. And that time they’d been caught, called out by Jaehyun. 

Haechan vaguely recalls laughing as he’d risen to his feet and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He remembers stumbling back down the stairs and throwing his arm around Jaehyun’s shoulders, asking him not to tell everyone that they’d been breaking the rules against having sex in public spaces of the house. He remembers in blurry bursts, dragging Jaehyun back out to the pool, pouring both of them a few shots, and then the rest of the night vanished.

Haechan doesn’t want to bother her, so he walks quietly across the room to the bathroom. His head is throbbing, so as he waits for the shower to reach a good temperature, he digs through his bag for something to help his headache. By the time he’s finished showering and brushing his teeth, he does feel a bit better, though there’s still a dull pressure behind his eyes.

Coffee is the perfect mend for that, and Haechan brews a cup with a small Keurig that’s sitting on the desk in the bedroom. 

He’s sitting out on the balcony of the bedroom, air-drying all his bits and enjoying the fresh coffee and the quiet sunrise, when the door of the balcony slides open again.

“There you are,” his girlfriend says. “You never came up to bed.”

She’s still only wearing her panties. All the rest of her is bare and exposed in the morning light. He can see the hickeys better now when the sunrise brushes against her thighs.

“I think I tried to drink away Jaehyun’s memory of finding us.” Haechan opens his arms, and she sinks down in his lap, taking the mug of coffee from him as she leans her back against his chest. “But I feel better now than I did earlier.”

She hums into the mug, keeping it cradled in her hands. 

For a few moments, they’re both quiet, enjoying the peaceful sunrise, the mist rising from the forest into the golden sky. 

“I like it here,” she shares, “Like, of all the places we’ve been, I think I like it here the best.”

“We’ve been here not even a full day, and for half of the time we’ve been drunk,” Haechan reminds her. “But I agree. It’s nice here like this.”

There aren’t many nice vacations he’s been on where he can sit on a second floor balcony and enjoy an unobstructed view of nature. Not to mention, he’s not ever been on a vacation where he can sit completely naked on the balcony without fear of someone being able to see him. Especially not with his gorgeous mostly-naked girlfriend sitting in his lap.

She leans forward and sits the coffee mug on the ground beside their feet. “Maybe we can come back here. In the future.”

Haechan smiles, an undeniable smile. He loves when she talks like this. Any time that she talks about the future and includes him within that.

“We can do that,” he promises. “For vacations in the future.”

Again, she leans back against him, her head tipped back on his shoulder. She sighs, “What are we doing today? Was today the day that they wanted to go parasailing? And didn’t you say that you’ve got some plans too for this trip?”

“Mm,” Haechan agrees. “I do have plans. Very different from the ones our friends have been making.”

He wonders if she can feel the way that his heart has begun to race.

“Can you tell me your plans?” She starts to sit up and twist around to face him, but Haechan just wraps his arms snug around her hips, pulling her back so her ass rests right above his dick. She laughs, “What are you doing?”

“You want to know my plans?” Haechan asks. “These are my plans. Just you and me, fucking like bunnies in a tropical location. Last time we went on a trip like this I was still stupid and blind, and I didn’t really get to appreciate you as much as I should have. This time, I don’t want to make the same mistake. I want to enjoy my time with you, angel.”

She makes a satisfied sound. “Last time… meaning when you watched all of our friends fuck around the entire trip?”

Haechan nods, tucking his head so he can start kissing her neck. 

“What about the rules? You were so worried about them yesterday.” Her voice is beginning to wane as Haechan softly kisses her neck, as one of his hands slips down to stroke along the band of her panties. 

Haechan grunts a small sound of denial. “Not worried anymore.”

Haechan knows that he’s beyond lucky to have her. For numerous, endless reasons, but one of the most important reasons is that she is just as insatiable as he is. Despite her having had, like, several orgasms within the last approximately twelve hours, when Haechan’s fingers dive beneath her panties, she whimpers like she needs it.

She squirms in his lap, against his swelling erection, panting and whining while Haechan kisses her throat and draws light circles on her clit with his fingers. His other hand, he lifts to her chest, palming at her tits.

This doesn’t really feel like it’s breaking any of the rules. They’re not really in a public space right now since no one can see them on this balcony. There’s no one to accidentally spot them as she gets his cock trapped between his belly and her ass, as she grinds on him until Haechan is cumming, his cum streaking down her ass as she keeps moving, as he strokes her clit with his fingers until she cums too, her pussy so wet and warm against his dick that Haechan almost pins her against the balcony’s edge to feel her around him.

But he doesn’t. 

They move on. She showers away the feel of last night while Haechan just quickly wipes himself down. They dress and head back to the main house for breakfast provided by Xiaojun and Jaemin. 

Everyone goes sightseeing that day. Most of them are recovering from last night’s hangovers, but plenty of water, electrolytes, and some really decent sunglasses help for the most part. Dinner that night is an extravagant affair put on by Xiaojun, Jaemin, Haechan, Mark’s girlfriend, and featuring bartending by YangYang.

Quickly, Haechan realizes that when his friends made the list of silly rules, they meant for it to apply just to Haechan and his girlfriend. None of them are following their own rules, and of course, most of them have had direct experiences with Haechan’s voyeurism and/or his girlfriend’s exhibitionist tastes, so that’s why they’d laid down those rules.

But on the third night while he’s lounging in the pool while his girlfriend is over drinking by the firepit with Renjun, Jaehyun, and Mark, Haechan looks up at the main house, and catches a glimpse through the windows of the second floor of Xiaojun and his girlfriend fucking against the window. She’s blindfolded with Xiaojun’s hand possibly around her throat while he takes her from behind, her tits are pressed to the window.

It says a great deal about how being in this relationship has changed Haechan that, instead of staying and watching them, he turns away from the window. He plunges through the water until he reaches the edge of the pool closest to the fire pit, and he pulls himself out of the water.

He doesn’t want to watch Xiaojun and his girlfriend. He doesn’t care to watch them. Instead, his mind has immediately taken the scenario and flipped it around in his imagination so he’s the one up there, fucking his own girlfriend against the window, whispering in her ear that their friends are down in the pool and can see her being a perfect whore for him.

And the next morning, bright and early, Haechan and her leave their bedroom to go take a walk around the neighborhood of the villa. It’s a nice, quiet walk. They hold hands and enjoy the sunrise, and Haechan tells her about his self-discovery from the night before; how he’s not so sure that he’s into voyeurism anymore, how he feels that being in this relationship with her has reformed him from his perverted ways.

“Well, most of them,” he laughs, “I think I just adapted my form of perversion into yours. I still want to fuck you in public places. I want you all to myself, but I don’t think I care if people can see.”

That makes her laugh too. “I think we must’ve rubbed off on each other, then, because honestly, I still very much am into exhibitionism, but I also want to watch other people. Specifically, on this trip. Like, I thought for sure everyone would be breaking the rules. You’ve seen almost all of our friends on this trip having sex, and I feel like I’m at a disadvantage.”

Haechan has shown her before all of the videos he had in his phone – the one of Jeno and Jaemin, the stolen clips from Renjun’s phone – but she wants some of her own memories of watching. He can understand that.

As luck would have it, it’s still early when they return to the villa. The main house is silent, the pool is empty, but when they reach their building, when they step through the front door, the first thing they’re greeted with is the sight of the ground floor bedroom’s door wide open. Renjun’s bare back, pale in the light coming through the windows, stands out in contrast to the dark headboard of the bed. He’s riding Jaehyun, breathy moans pouring from both of them, not even trying to be quiet, which either means they were hoping to be caught, or they really thought that Haechan and his girlfriend were going to be gone for longer.

She’s giddy about finally catching someone, and she lingers in the doorway, watching their two friends in a way that brings to life a tendril of lust in his belly. She’s a pervert.

Haechan sits on the stairs, watching her peer around the doorway, her lips parted as eyes follow Renjun riding his boyfriend. He looks at her and he sees two images of her overlaid. He sees the angelic perception he had of her for so long, and he sees her the way he sees her now. Two very different perceptions, but exactly the same woman.

She giggles about it for a while once he takes her hand and drags her upstairs to their bedroom. Even through the floor, they can hear some of the boyfriends downstairs moaning.

“What’s so funny?” Haechan asks.

“I never got to see them together,” she explains, still smiling, “Jaehyun saw or heard every time that Renjun and I were together except the very first time during the movie. You showed me those videos you stole, but that’s not the same. It’s only fair that I got to watch them. Also, Jaehyun is a damn hypocrite. He used to make fun of me when I didn’t want to put in the work, but he was just letting Renjun do all the work down there.”

Haechan nods. “Did you like it, though? Did you like watching, angel?”

She shrugs. “I’m not going to go out of my way to look for it, but, yeah, if they’re gonna have sex right there in plain view, I’ll watch.” 

It must be something in the air, or perhaps it's the aphrodisiacal wine and foods that they’ve been eating, or maybe they all just snap and are filled with a flood of horniness, but that day everyone seems to be in a mood. It’s not like there’s a massive orgy or anything like that, although Haechan probably wouldn’t mind too much if that broke out right in front of him, but after spotting Xiaojun and his girlfriend the previous night, after witnessing Renjun and Jaehyun that morning, Haechan sees Mark getting a little too handsy while he helps his girlfriend apply sunscreen before they all head out for the day. 

They all go paddleboarding together. And Haechan’s girlfriend points out to him the way that YangYang and his girl are canoodling on the paddleboard that they’re sharing. YangYang is pressed up against her back, his arms around her as he helps her paddle, both of them whispering and laughing, and Haechan sees YangYang’s hands begin to wander. Haechan makes sure to show his girlfriend when he notices the way that YangYang’s board begins to lag behind where everyone else is paddling, when his girl is suddenly on her hands and knees.

“Look,” Haechan murmurs to his girlfriend. “There’s another fun little glimpse for you. So much for not having sex in public spaces. Wasn’t it him that came up with that rule?”

But YangYang is definitely fucking his girl doggy style on the paddle board. 

And maybe a little while later, when all of their friends are distracted, Haechan does the same with his girlfriend, fucking her from behind, her pretty ass bouncing with each thrust, the paddleboard wobbling so unsteadily. He knows that someone has to have spotted them, but for once no one calls them out, nor does anyone say anything when Haechan holds his girlfriend on his lap later as they’re driving back to the villa.

No one says anything as they all spend the rest of that day in the pool at their villa, sunbathing and playing around, Haechan unable to keep his hands off of her. To be fair, most of the couples can’t keep their hands to themselves, but when some of their friends are disappearing inside or curling up on the lounge chairs beneath umbrellas, Haechan and his girlfriend are stretched out on the sofa on the covered patio.

He’s been tickling her, her giggles echoing out from the patio, his fingers tugging at strings tying her bikini in place, his lips tracing her tanlines, tasting the saltwater from the sea earlier.

Right now, they’re not even trying to hide it. 

Her bikini falls away, leaving her bare but for the dappled sunlight that stripes over her skin through the latticed ceiling above them. 

“What if they see?” She asks, but she makes no attempt to cover herself up. She actually stretches her arms above her head, exposing herself a little bit more. 

“When has that ever stopped you before?” Haechan replies. “What happened to the girl that let some stranger eat her out in a library? The one that fucked Renjun in her car on campus, who fingered herself in the office?”

She lifts her chin, a daring gleam in her eyes. “She’s still right here. But she’s also aware of her boyfriend’s jealousies, his dislike of actually sharing her with anyone else.”

“They can look,” he says with a shrug, “But they can’t touch.”

He slides a hand from her hip to her chest, all along the curve of her body. She makes a soft, pleased sound. 

“And besides, angel,” Haechan says, “Anyone who sees us together knows that you’re mine. All mine. So let them watch me lay claim to you, let them see the way that you call yourself mine.”

Haechan sinks down, brushing his lips over her throat, down her sternum to her heart. He kisses her there, letting the heat of his mouth linger while his hands slip down to her thighs, pulling them up around his waist. 

“You’re so cocky, Haechan,” she accuses, “You make it sound like your dick is so good that I just beg you for more and more, that I can’t get enough.”

Haechan snorts, laughing even as he presses against her. “But you do, don’t you, baby? You can’t get enough of me, just as I can’t get enough of you. I don’t care who sees us, just as long as they can see how much we mean to each other.”

She lifts her arms from above her head up to drape them around his shoulders. “Are you gonna talk romance to me when we’re about to have sex out here? Gonna wax poetic about how much you love me, Hyuck? You should be begging me again to cum inside me, to mark me up. You should call me names. But don’t get sweet and soft when we’re having sex in public.” 

“I’ll do what I want, pretty whore. I’ll give you something so everyone knows you’re mine,” Haechan growls, and with that, he thrusts himself into her. 

He doesn’t take it easy. Doesn’t go soft or slow on her. 

Haechan takes what he wants, and she keeps moaning, a low chant of “yes yes yes” as her tots bounce with each of Haechan’s deep thrusts, her hands grasping above her head again for anything to grab onto. She bites her bottom lip, trying to at least keep her volume a little low so it doesn’t carry across the pool to where Renjun and Jaehyun are curled together on a large square lounger. 

He reaches for her chin, his thumb dragging beneath her bottom lip. “What are you being so quiet for, huh? Don’t you want all of them to know what we’re doing? Let them know who’s making you feel good, baby?” 

She does moan a little louder, her mouth falls open, and just the sound of her raised moans, her hisses of, “Fuck, harder, baby,” and “God, more! More, Haechan, more, more!” drives Haechan on. 

Each snap forward of his hips makes her tits jiggle, brings another guttural sound of pleasure from her pretty lips. 

“Ah, yes!” She whimpers when Haechan slides his hands down under her ass, lifting her and switching up the angle just enough that he’s hitting that spot inside her now with each thrust, and it’s only a moment later that she’s cumming around him. Haechan brings one of his hands around to her clit, the other up to her throat just to close his hand around it briefly, lightly. 

She writhes with ecstasy, her body arching, still working her hips to get the most out of his cock and the contact with his fingers.

Haechan doesn’t let up. He’s still fucking into his gorgeous girlfriend, still stimulating her clit, though he does remove his hand from her throat as soon as she taps at his arm. Then he moves to her tits, beautiful and perfect in the sunlight. 

She grows tighter around him when he pinches one of her nipples, and he swears he feels a gush of wetness when he tugs on the same nipple. She’s so reactive to him, grinding herself on his cock with a loud moan that Haechan is certain must carry across the pool, and she arches into the hand on her chest, her hands grip tight to a throw pillow over her head. 

He folds himself over her, his lips closing over her unattended nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. She shudders again beneath him, waves of pleasure tearing through her as her pussy pulses around his cock. 

Haechan pulls out of her, pulling completely away more suddenly than he’s sure either of them would really like. 

She’s lying there, panting, damp with sweat and his saliva on her one breast. Her nipples both look swollen from his stimulation. She sits up, reaching for him, not done with him yet. And he’s nowhere near done with her either. 

“Up, baby,” Haechan commands, grabbing one of her hands and pulling. 

She stands up quickly on legs that shake a little, and Haechan quickly fills her place, his back on this outdoor sofa. 

Haechan watches her for a moment, watches how she glances around the pool area now that she’s standing. He notices the way that her gaze pauses in a few spots, landing on their friends. Haechan looks too, and all he can see from here is Renjun and Jaehyun still apparently napping. 

He tugs at her hand. “Come on. Come sit on me, baby. Need you to ride me.”

She straddles him, leaning down over him and bracing one hand on his chest as she sinks down on his cock tantalizingly slow. Haechan has to fight the urge to just thrust up into her invitingly warm and wet entrance as she just hovers above him. 

She smirks down at him, her fingernails dragging lightly over his chest. “My turn to be in charge?” She teases, “You gonna submit to me now, baby?”

Haechan snorts. Rarely in their relationship has he given her the reins, let her take control, but if that’s what she wants right now, sure. She can play at being in charge for now. 

He nods. 

“Good boy,” she hums. And then she finally drops her hips, and Haechan lets out an involuntary moan as her tight pussy swallows his length up. Her hand on his chest drifts over to one side, thumbing over his nipple in a way that sends a jolt down to his cock. 

She looks so pleased with herself there on top of him as she settles down with his cock buried all the way inside her. She looks so satisfied as she can take it how she wants it, teasingly slow as she lifts herself up and then back down, as she grinds down on him, as she plays with her clit in the same slow circles as she draws around one of Haechan’s nipples. 

She rides him like that, and Haechan is just in awe of her. 

She cums again like that, squirting a bit on his belly, making quite a mess, honestly, but Haechan likes it.

He slides his fingers through the wet mess, and he presses his fingers through his own lips, sucking the taste of her off. 

She digs her nails into his chest again, and she slumps over him. “Fuck, I’m tired.”

“Not yet, baby,” he pulls his fingers out of his mouth to reach around and pat her ass. “I’m not finished yet. Why don’t you turn around? I want to watch you, and why don’t you watch our friends, see if any of them are looking.”

Because surely some of them have noticed. They’ve been making enough noise that Haechan would be shocked if no one had noticed.

“Can you keep going, baby?” He asks. Because if she’s too tired to be on top, too tired to keep going, he’ll figure it out.

“I got this, thanks,” she says with a smile, patting Haechan on the chest. 

She climbs off of him, standing there bare in the dazzling sunlight for a moment as she turns around, and then she sits over Haechan him again, her back to him. 

She laughs, and that is an unexpected sound in the moment as she’s sinking down on his cock, but she turns her head to take a peek at him over her shoulder, and she says, “Jaehyun and Renjun are looking.”

“Keep going. Let them watch, if that’s what you want, angel.” But it’s what Haechan wants too, so when she starts moving, Haechan is glad. The thought of being watched is working for him, a lot more of a turn on than Haechan had thought it really would be. To know that they’re being watched, that other people (who he knows hold no foul intentions towards them) can see her feeling so good while she rides him.

It only makes matters worse (or better, depending on the angle), that she’s keeping up a narration while she fucks herself on Haechan’s cock, telling him all about what she sees across the pool.

She tells him about how Jaehyun is curled around Renjun from behind, both of them are watching her, and Jaehyun is whispering to Renjun. Renjun’s tiny shorts are riding up and exposing his thighs, Jaehyun has his hand down the front of them. She keeps going, and the combination of voyeurism and exhibitionism is too much for him.

He drags her off his cock, drags her back up his torso until she’s hovering above his face and he presses at her thighs and hips to get her to sit down. This is something he’s been thinking about since the first time she did it – when she rode his face on the sofa in his apartment with YangYang – and he’s been wanting to have it happen again. This seems like the perfect moment, and she seems to agree, judging by the sounds she starts making as soon as Haechan dives in hungrily. 

She doesn’t forget about him. She reaches down and jerks Haechan off with both hands. That, combined with the awareness they’re being watched and the exhilaration of her sitting on his face, carry Haechan at last over the edge, and he cums across his belly.

Haechan just lies there, and she does all the rest, riding his face like he’s just a toy for her to hump. She lowers herself over him, and Haechan nearly nuts again as he feels her licking across his belly, licking at the tip of his cock, cleaning his cum off of his skin. He gets back into it, eating her out until she’s trembling on top of him, cumming again, and this time she pulls away, rolling off of him.

“Now, I’m done,” she pants, leaning in to kiss Haechan once. He wants to hold her there, to kiss her until her lips are glossy too with her wetness like he knows his are. But he lets her withdraw. He watches as she reaches for an abandoned towel on a nearby cushion, and she wraps it around herself.

When he sits up a second later, Haechan looks across the pool, over to the square lounger where Jaehyun and Renjun are. 

But it’s empty.

Haechan frowns, and beside him, his girlfriend laughs. “They weren’t really watching. I made it up. Actually, as far as I can see, none of them are out here anymore.”

“Think we scared them off?” Haechan reaches down for his swim trunks, pulling them back up. 

“Mm, maybe.” She picks up her bikini, wadding the small pieces of fabric up in her hands. “I’m going to shower. You can come too, but just know that there’s not going to be any funny business. I need a good snack and a nap now.”

Haechan doesn’t really feel like moving. This could be just as good of a nap spot right here in the warm sunlight.

“Come on!” She reaches down, tugging at one of his hands. “If you don’t come take a nap with me, what am I gonna do? I’m gonna have to get in your bag and steal one of your shirts. You know I sleep best when I’m with you.”

That gets him moving, trailing along behind her. “No need to go digging for one of my shirts. I’m right here. Perfectly good for napping with.”

Truly, Haechan wonders, how did he get to be so lucky? 

The next night, they’re all seated on the outdoor sofa or in lounge chairs that they’ve drawn up around the firepit. There’s beer and some traditional Indonesian alcohol that some of the guys bought when they were in town earlier. They have three more nights and two full days left in their trip, and Haechan can feel the clock counting down.

Someone brought up in conversation their friends that didn’t come along on this trip – the younger ones, some of which are still in school; Chenle, who is just too busy running his shop to take a week off; and Shotaro and his girlfriend, who are pretty much living together in Japan, and never want to make the trip to come see all of their old friends.

“Oh, shit, that reminds me,” YangYang says then, “Did you see what they posted yesterday on Instagram? Shotaro finally proposed!”

Tucked into his side, Haechan’s girlfriend laughs.

“What?” He looks down at her. 

She shakes her head as if she’s not going to speak, but then she says, “Remember when you had a crush on her? When you threw your tantrum on our first big camping trip as a group?”

Haechan feels his face grow a bit warm as the others all turn to look at them upon hearing her words. “It wasn’t a crush.”

“But it was a tantrum,” Renjun says. 

Haechan draws his arm around her shoulders a little tighter. “I got over it quickly, though. There were no hard feelings after that night. I’m happy for them. Our innocent Shotaro needed someone to show him the ropes of romance, and she was always protective of him.”

“And much like someone else, it took her a long time to realize her feelings for him,” comes the quiet comment from Haechan’s side again. He looks down at his girlfriend. She smiles.

“YangYang, let me see the post!” Mark’s girlfriend demands, clambering over Mark’s lap to reach for YangYang’s phone. “I wanna see the ring!” 

Xiaojun shifts in his seat, glancing at his girlfriend before he looks back around the firepit at all of them. “He’s the first one of us to take that step. When do you think they’re going to get married?”

“Who do you think is gonna be next?” Jeno asks, sweeping a look around at each of the couples gathered here on this trip. “Jaem and I have been together the longest, but…”

“I’m not marrying you,” Jaemin groans from across the fire. “We don’t need to go through all that trouble. And even if we do get married, none of you are invited. Just us two, a quiet little ceremony, and then we’re gonna fuck off on a month-long honeymoon.” 

“If not us, then who?” Jeno asks, still gazing over at Jaemin. The way that they look at each other from across the fire is nauseatingly cute. 

Haechan thinks he might puke.

“After us, you two have been together the longest, right?” Jeno asks Mark and his girlfriend.

“Actually,” Renjun clears his throat, “It’s us.”

Jaehyun doesn’t say a word, just watching Renjun as he says, “It’s been complicated, but we’ve been together since, what, my third year of university? When I started the internship.” 

Jaehyun nods silently, then says, “But we couldn’t make it official in case the company found out. You’d have been let go from the internship, I’d have been at risk of firing or demotion. It was definitely… complicated.” His eyes flick over in Haechan and his girlfriend’s direction, and Haechan again draws his arm a little tighter around his girlfriend.

“But we’re waiting to get engaged, anyway,” Renjun says definitively. “Jaehyun is taking me on a trip to Santorini next year that he promised me years ago, and if he doesn’t propose on that trip, I’m breaking up with him.”

Jaehyun wrinkles his nose, looping his arm around Renjun’s chest, and he drags him to lie back against him. “Damn, I was hoping you were going to be the one proposing. I remember you being the one promising me a trip to Greece.”

The conversations all around them turn to the length of their relationships, dream proposals, talks of Shotaro’s future wedding. Conversations drift and twist away, winding down different paths of topic, but Haechan isn’t paying any attention to that. He’s still stuck on thoughts of his own future. 

He’s so deep in thought, that he doesn’t realize everyone else has left the fire until his girlfriend pokes his cheek with her finger. “Donghyuck?”

“Hmm?” He feels like he’s coming out of a daze. He blinks against the glow of the fire still burning in the firepit, and he looks down at her.

Her eyes are big, starry as the night around them when she says, “Do you remember a few months back? You saw a suit in a shop window and asked me about, like, the future? Marriage, kids, a family?”

She’d been quiet all through the discussion of proposals, and now Haechan finds his stomach tying itself in nervous knots. 

“I don’t think…” She pauses, and again, Haechan’s heart is thundering in his chest.

What if she tells him that she doesn’t actually want any of that? Haechan wants all of that so much that he can’t imagine his future without a marriage, kids, a family. 

She leans in, resting her head on his chest. “I don’t think I was very clear back then about what I want. Mostly because, you know, you’re never really sure of what you want until it’s right there in front of you. Which, I’m sure you definitely get that, like, it took you forever to realize that I was right here, in love with you. But, um, you were asking your questions very hypothetically back then, and I’ve done a lot of thinking since then about what I want.”

Haechan doesn’t like this type of conversation. It has a lump in his throat, a weight in his chest that has nothing to do with her head leaning on him. It has everything to do with the look he’d seen in her eyes on that day months ago. That had been before everything. Before she met his family, before their fight, before he realized that being apart from her left him feeling hollow. He’d seen the look in her eyes that day when he was standing there talking about wanting to get married and wanting to be a dad, and all he’d seen when he looked into her eyes was fear and uncertainty. 

She’d answered his questions that day in a way that left him feeling like he stood on unstable ground, like everything might just crumble away. He’d told her, in an effort to erase that scared look in her eyes, to reassure her, that he was just putting the thought out there, trying to gauge her reaction.

But then there was the morning after their fight, when he went to apologize and mimed a proposal when he sank to one knee. She’d looked panicked then.

What if she genuinely didn’t want a wedding?

“Haechan?”

Her voice sounds a long way off, and it’s not until she places one hand on his chest, the other lightly brushing his cheek, that Haechan realizes he’s holding his breath.

“Donghyuck, relax.” She strokes his cheek tenderly. “Relax, I’m trying to tell you that I do want that. Relax, okay?” She laughs at the way that Haechan lets out a relieved breath. 

And he does feel relieved. That odd weight in his chest, the sick feeling in his belly, and the knot in his throat all fade away. 

“You want me to ask you to marry me?” He closes his eyes. “Because I’ve really been hoping since that day that I was just imagining the way you seemed reluctant.”

“No,” she draws her thumb along his bottom lip. “I was never reluctant about wanting to be with you. Honestly, I think about marrying you all the time. Even in ridiculous moments, I’ll look at you and think ‘This guy. This is the one.’ I’ve always wanted you. That was never the question.”

The happiness sweeping through Haechan dampens slightly as he realizes what she isn’t saying. While she wasn’t reluctant that day about Haechan’s thoughts on marriage, there was something she’d been hesitant about. 

Kids. Children. Babies.

One of the big things that Haechan wants in life: to be a parent.

“You don’t want kids.” Haechan says it, not as a question but as a statement.

She looks at him straight on. “I didn’t say that.”

“But you don’t, do you?” Haechan can hear his voice shake, and he hopes that she doesn’t notice.

She closes her eyes. “I know that it’s important to you. You like kids. You want to be a dad, to raise a kid in a loving household with a whole family, full of love.”

“You don’t?” Haechan can feel that lump, that nausea, that heavy weight in his chest again. 

Her eyes flash open. “I want you, Lee Donghyuck. Always. Everything else can wait.” She moves her hands from his face and chest, reaching for his hands to wrap them tightly, pressing his hands between her palms. 

Haechan shakes his head. “It can’t wait, though. I’m not saying it’s a deal breaker if you don’t want kids, because it’s not. I love you, and I –” He has to take a moment to compose himself, to take a deep breath and search for the right words before he starts again, saying, “I just think that what I want and what you want might not align on this particular thing. So, if kids aren’t something that you want, if you don’t want to be a parent, it would be better for me to know that now than in five, ten years when I’m still holding onto the hope of something that you’ve let go of a long time ago.”

He loves her. 

He wants to marry her.

If she doesn’t want kids, that’s not going to change the fact that he wants forever with her. He’s not going to force that on her. But he would like to know now so he can stop imagining sweet little babies with his chubby cheeks and her eyes.

“I don’t know!” Her voice breaks on a quiet cry. “I don’t know what I want, Haechan.”

And there are tears glistening in her eyelashes, capturing the firelight within the tiny globes. She squeezes his hands, and Haechan squeezes back.

“Talk to me,” he says, “Just talk to me.”

So she does.

He doesn’t know where it all comes from, but she presses her face to his chest, and she just starts talking. She talks and he listens, and it goes on for a while, maybe hours, but still he listens while the love of his life tells him her reasons for her uncertainty, while she tells him that it’s not the idea of being a parent that she finds offputting, but the idea of motherhood in the traditional sense – the sense of sharing your body with another life, which is both magical and terrifying to her; the complications and horrors she’s heard about pregnancy and birth; the way that sometimes it doesn’t feel right to her to bring a new life into this world when there is already so much fucked up shit happening in the world, so many children without families, families that can’t afford to take care of their children.

Haechan listens to it all, and he takes it all in. 

And he gets it.

He gets it as much as he feels like any man that hasn’t had to experience the traumas of being born a woman might understand the situation. He’s never had to think about things from the perspective that she presented him tonight. The Othering of her body through pregnancy and childbirth, the changes that she would have to deal with mentally and physically, all of the things that maybe wouldn’t directly affect him if she were to have children with him, but they might affect her for years or the rest of her life.

He gets it.

Haechan holds her as the fire dies, as her tears dry on his shirt, as the night grows deeper around them. 

The clock is counting down to the end of their trip. Another day and another night have passed, and Haechan doesn’t want to go home. He doesn’t want this to end. He wants to spend forever in paradise. 

Because that is what this is. Paradise. 

It’s perfect here, just like he knew it would be.

Tonight, he just can’t sleep.

He lies awake in bed beside his girlfriend, tossing and turning while she sleeps peacefully. And he watches a clock on the bedside table count down the moments until the break of dawn. And when he can’t take it any longer he reaches over and shakes her shoulder.

“Hm?” She turns her head towards him, but he knows she’s not really awake, so he whispers her name, gently touching her shoulder again. This time her eyes flutter open, and she mumbles, “What?”

“Wake up.” Haechan keeps his voice soft. 

“No,” she whines, trying to hide her face back in her pillow. 

“Come on,” Haechan wheedles, “Just wake up for me, baby.”

Again, she whines, then asks, “What? Why?”

“I can’t sleep,” Haechan admits truthfully. “Why don’t we steal the rental car, drive to the beach, and catch the sunrise over the ocean?”

She sighs, and he can tell that she’s actually awake now. “Or we could just stay in bed and sleep until a decent hour.”

“You’re the one that told me you want to take a romantic trip with me,” Haechan says, “And when I try to be romantic, you just want to stay in bed.” She sighs into the pillow again, but it sounds like a more agreeable sigh than the first one, so Haechan tells her, “If we leave now, we can make it in time.”

“Fine.” She pushes herself up. “But it better be the best sunrise ever to make it worth getting up this early.”

Haechan agrees.

She disappears to the bathroom, and Haechan gets ready quickly, getting dressed and makes sure that he’s got everything he needs in his crossbody bag he’s been bringing almost everywhere with him on this trip – sunglasses, a mask, sunscreen, hand sanitizer, chapstick, extra hair ties for her. He stole the keys to the rental car from YangYang last night, and those are tucked safely in the bag too.

“Ready?” He asks, when she emerges from the bathroom.

She insists on changing out of her pajamas, so Haechan patiently waits on the edge of the bed, watching her put on a bikini (“If we’re going to the beach anyway, we might as well get in the water, right?”) and a hoodie (“I just feel like there might be a little bit of a chill, especially by the water.”) and a pair of leggings. He watches as she starts braiding her hair into two tight french braids, and his patience is growing thinner. 

Already, he swears that the sky is getting lighter outside.

Finally, she’s ready, and Haechan takes her hand and walks quickly out of their bedroom.

They’re halfway down the stairs when a shadow emerges from the bedroom on the ground floor. Renjun.

“Oh, what are you two doing up?” Renjun asks in a whisper, glancing back over his shoulder into his bedroom.

“Haechan wants to go watch the sunrise,” his girlfriend answers as she steps around Haechan where he’s stopped on the steps. “He woke me up because he couldn’t sleep.”

Renjun looks up at Haechan. “I can’t sleep either. Mind if I come too?”

Haechan would usually say no, that he wants this to just be him and his girlfriend for the romantic experience that he sold it to her as. But Haechan says yes.

The three of them sneak quietly into the main house, steal a few snacks and drinks for breakfast on-the-go, and then they’re out the front door, into the rental car, and driving away.

Renjun babbles in the backseat, and Haechan lets Renjun fill the silence. His girlfriend dozes off in the passenger seat with Haechan holding her hand as he navigates the dark roads to the beach half an hour away. Eventually, Haechan tunes Renjun out, and all he’s aware of is the feel of the steering wheel in his hand, his girlfriend’s hand in the other, and the sky growing lighter by gradual degrees.

They reach the beach half an hour later, and the sky is still a deep blue with just a slight edge of lighter color on the horizon. They haven’t missed it.

Together, the three of them take a brief hike from the lot where they leave the car, down through dirt paths. The sounds of insects and small creatures waking surround them, not to mention the rush of the ocean so nearby, the sound of which makes Haechan want to walk faster, but his girlfriend and Renjun are both treating this as a leisurely stroll through nature.

After about an eternal five minute long walk, the path opens up around them, and Haechan’s sandals fill with sand, a sea breeze and a large wave crashing against the shore spray them all with a fine mist of salt. 

Perfect.

The sky is just fading from deep blue to a burnt orange with a thin line of gold right above the distant dark horizon. 

“Damn, this is romantic,” Renjun says as they all walk a little closer to the edge of the sea. “Act like I’m not even here.”

Haechan is all too happy to let that happen. 

Beside him, she clings onto his hand, clutching at his arm and tucking herself in close to him. Her cheek rests against his shoulder, and Haechan is reminded very suddenly of the night he realized he was in love with her. A cool night before they ever started dating, as he walked her to the bus stop, as she clung to his arm, and he fell in love. 

Clouds drift slowly in the sky, and as the sun rises closer to the horizon, the colors begin to change, the deep orange and golden yellow turn red and pink, purple and sweet orange like the inside of a nectarine. The clouds are lined in gold and pearly pink. And the sea reflects those colors, cut through with the likes of the waves, the frothy crescents of gold as the top curve of the sun finally breaks above the sea. 

“This is worth it,” she whispers against Haechan’s shoulder. “Definitely worth waking up early for.”

He smiles and presses a kiss to the top of her head. 

And then finally there is the sun, spiking molten gold through the sky, rays arcing between the clouds, mixing the colors into brighter and better shades. It’s only a matter of minutes before the beauty of the sunrise will fade into just a pretty blue morning. 

Haechan’s heart catches in his throat. 

Behind them, Renjun speaks, and really for a few moments, Haechan had forgotten their best friend was there too. Renjun says, “This is insanely pretty. I should take a picture.”

“Oh,” she says softly beside him, and he feels her untangling herself from his arm, drawing away. “I want a picture too.”

She steps away, pulling her phone from her hoodie pocket, aiming it out at the sea, and Haechan watches the light of the sunrise on her face — all pinks and golds and oranges. 

Haechan reaches into his crossbody bag, and he glances back at Renjun, his phone aimed towards the sea and the glamorous sunrise. 

And Haechan does something he’s been thinking about for a long time. 

He says his girlfriend’s name as he feels his heart pounding like it’s about to race right out of his chest and into the sea, like it’s on fire and needs the sea to put it out, as Haechan sinks down on one knee and pulls out the tiny ring box he’d stowed in the bag earlier that morning while she was in the bathroom, the one he’s been hiding in his suitcase all week, the one that he bought the day after they moved in together, first thing the next morning after he asked her dad for his blessing in the living room of their new apartment while she was in the next room. 

Haechan sinks into the sand on one knee, and he holds up the ring box, the ring inside of it glimmering in  the sunrise as his perfect, beautiful, angel of a girlfriend turns at the sound of her name. 

For a moment, she looks confused, and then it registers. 

His pose. The ring. The look in his eyes and the hopeful smile on his face. 

And Haechan speaks, though he has to force the words out around his heart in his throat. 

“I used to think that loving someone as much as I love you was impossible. But every day I love you more than the day before. I love you, and I want to spend forever loving you, my angel. Will you marry me?”

Haechan expects an answer. Either a yes or a no. It’s not too much to expect right? A verbal confirmation or denial to the marriage he’s just proposed to his girlfriend, the love of his life.

Slowly, her hands come up to cover her mouth, the sunrise haloes her with gold, and she looks more like an angel now than ever before, and Haechan thinks he might pass out if she keeps him waiting any longer.

He opens his mouth, saying just, “If you d—”

It’s lucky the ground is such soft sand because she tackles him into it, and it’s just pure luck that Haechan’s fingers close on the box, snapping the lid of it shut so when it slips out of his hand, he doesn’t lose the ring in the sand. Not that he’s truly thinking about that in the moment. He’s far too preoccupied with the armful of his girlfriend as she kisses him, as she murmurs “yes yes yes” between kisses, her hands in his hair, grains of salt and sand and strands of hair between their lips, and Haechan doesn’t care about anything else more than the heat of her against him, and her promises of “yes, I’ll marry you” repeated again and again. 

Eventually, after a long, long time, they remember Renjun. 

He’s not standing anywhere near them, but has drifted down along the beach, minding his own business and ignoring the happy, entangled couple in the sand. The sun has risen high enough now that it’s fully cleared the horizon, and the magic of the sunrise feels like it’s settled into their bones instead. 

Haechan doesn’t want to let go of her, doesn’t want to get up. 

He feels light and good. Gone is the anxious weight he’s kept buried all week, the one that resurfaced the other night when their friends mentioned engagements while he had an engagement ring hidden in his bedroom fifty feet away, the feeling that had been plaguing him all night, the countdown towards this moment right here. 

It wasn’t an impromptu sunrise beach trip. He’d planned it ahead with Renjun, the only one of their friends on this trip he’d entrusted with this. That’s why Renjun had set an alarm to be awake early, to come along with them, to act as a photographer or videographer to this moment. 

God, he’s so grateful he did it. Even more grateful that she said yes. 

“You know, the other night, I panicked a bit when I thought you were going to tell me you didn’t ever want to get married.” Haechan admits when they sit up, though he’s still holding her in his lap. “I was panicking about what to do with the ring if you didn’t want it.”

She places a hand on his cheek and draws him in for another kiss. A brief one because she then pauses, frozen as she asks, “Where is the ring?”

Haechan searches the sand around them, and quickly, he locates the smooth shine of it among the sand as Renjun drifts back towards them. 

“So you’re saying yes, right?” Haechan checks with her as he frees the ring from its soft little cushion. “You’ll marry me?”

“Yes,” she repeats, and he can hear emotion bubbling in her voice. A glimmer in her eye shows that tears may be building as well. “Yes, I’m saying yes, I’ll marry you.”

Haechan kisses her as he slides the ring onto her finger. 

“I love you,” he promises her, “Always. I’ll be always yours.”

THE END.

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a/n: The end!! This has been a long, long work in progress, and the fact that it's finally over is gonna be hard on all of us, I'm sure. I've had a lot of fun with writing this fic, even if there were some scenes that I had initially planned on that never made it into the final cut. This fic has truly been a Haechan love story, about a boy falling in love with the girl that's been there in front of him this whole time. I've been thinking of this fic all along, since the pretty early stages of it, as "She fell first, but he fell harder," because once Haechan realizes his feelings, it's over for him; she's it for him, and he knows that very early on in their relationship. But he's had plans for a long time regarding his future with her, and he has almost always been in her dream plans for her future. So they get a happy ending! A happily ever after!!

Like I already said, I had a lot of fun writing this, posting this, and hearing from all of you wonderful readers! Thank you so much for reading and coming along on this slowburn of a journey with me, Haechan, and Y/N!

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❀ genre/tw pure fluff, oc and haechan are grossly in love, talk about having babies, but no pronouns are mentioned,

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❀ a/n this is the first time ive been brave enough to post my actual writing lol so pls be kind! pls ignore any run on sentences lol<3 also i wrote this mainly for myself hahaha i just love him ☹️

“Do you think we’ll be together forever?”

The question is posed like it’s no big deal—like he could answer anything, and it wouldn’t matter, but Haechan knows you. He knows this is important. He knows just like when you tell him all you’re craving is cereal that your stomach hurts, or when you play Howl’s Moving Castle for the third time in a week that something is wrong. This is important and could greatly change how the night goes. While you’re laying in bed now with tiny smiles, one wrong answer could send you into another Studio Ghibli binge—the last one lasted two weeks where all you watched was Ponyo and Princess Mononoke and wouldn’t let him change it.

 “Well, why wouldn’t we be?” He wants to play this right, doesn’t want to be too serious that you get overwhelmed, but he needs you to know he’s being honest. He’s loved you since he saw you. Some people think that’s a lie or an exaggeration, yet it’s true. Ever since he walked into that café and saw you reading in the corner, so excited about the plot of the story, he’s been whipped. He couldn’t believe it when you smiled at him too, or when you agreed to get coffee together next time. His feelings for you are so big that he can’t see them ever going away, and maybe that’s how everyone in love feels. Maybe people say this every day and then suddenly they don’t even know the person anymore, but Haechan feels like you’re the exception; he loves you too much for you not to be. So, when he says, “I mean I fall in love with you more and more everyday…” He means it, he wakes up every morning finding new reasons to fall in love with you, new experiences that initiate the whole sequence over again, so that he’s right where he started.

“Hyuck! I’m being serious!” Your smile is huge, spread across your whole face mirroring his. He likes you best this way, fully and wholly you. All your makeup has been washed away and your hair’s falling around you on the pillow. You’re in his clothes, a big T-shirt and his sweatpants acting as makeshift pajamas, and your body is pressed right against his. The bed is just too small not to be, so every inch of your skin is touching his—chest to chest, with your legs in between his. And God, you’re smile, he would embarrass himself all day just to see it—and trust, he really tries—he loves your smile just as much as you love his, which is a lot. “Do you really think we’ll be together forever, like we’ll get married and have babies and everything?”

“Course I do, I already got it all planned out, we just have to wait until everything calms down.” You know he means it; it’s written all over his face: all the plans he has for the two of you. He’s always been so sweet, never letting you think anything less of yourself than he does, never letting you be confused about his feelings or his intentions—he told you he loved you as soon as he knew you felt the same and has never let you question it. But it’s hard not to be insecure, not to be at odds with the truth. He’ s so perfect, and so dear to so many people, and it’s difficult to see his love for you over everyone’s love for him, but he always knows exactly how to help. “I mean we’ll have lots of babies, and they all look like you, so pretty.” He has a dumb smile on his face, so fond and happy to be here with you.

The little room is lit up from the candles next to you and its so hot underneath the blanket, but you can’t seem to move. The moment is too lovely, too giddy with his plans for the future. The two of you with a little family. He says all your children will look like you, but you wish they’ll be him—everything from his sparkly eyes to his heart-shaped lips; Perfect from their heads to their toes, and maybe they’ll be as silly and wonderful too, so you tell him. “They should be all you, love, so sweet and so funny, like little suns running around giving everyone a hard time.” His laugh breaks out at this, so smooth, so musical. Secretly you wish they’ll have this too: his easy humor. For you, it’s hard not to be serious, to let things be as they are and find joy in the little things. But Haechan is a wizard at this, letting go of control in hopes of more fun and better times. If you have children, you hope they gain this most of all.

“I don’t know if anyone else would like that, honey, I think they’d be annoyed.” The scoff you release at this is comical, but you can’t believe anyone would dislike him. Sure, he can be mischievous and his playfulness can lead to hurt feelings, but he always kisses it better. He never gives out anything he doesn’t think you’ll be able to take. At his core, he’s a kind boy, just wanting people to laugh with him.

“At you?! Who could be annoyed at you? You’re my favorite person in the whole world.” He knows you mean it. Anyone with eyes could see you meant it. And how could you not when you get to be loved by the warmest boy, so sincere in everything he does.  

“You’re my favorite person too, baby, so maybe they’ll be the perfect mix of both—everything you love about me, and everything I love about you.” And how nice does that sound, little things walking around with so much love in them. Never going a day without hearing laughter or joy or the most earnest I love yous. Never second guessing their place in the world or how powerful  they can be. It’ll be loud and chaotic, but lovely, and if they’re anything like him, they will be so loved. They’ll be him and they’ll be you, a perfect mix.

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Don’t Think About It 𓆤

(Part 4) Dtai Teaser

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꕤ Enemies to lovers

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𖧷 College Haechan x reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 𖧐 there’s a thin line between love and hate, and you’re falling over it.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ᪥ Angst, idiots, food consumption.

Note: this is the most roughest rough draft ever so keep that in mind.. I’m sorry but this is kinda rushed 😅

★ ✰ Don’t Think About It ✰ ★

The silent wait in the elevator did nothing to ease your heart, which you swear was beating harder then ever before. Not to be dramatic…

The elevator dings, the door slowly opens. Hesitantly, you step out into your buildings lobby, A group of students are coming in from what looks like a soccer practice and a janitor drags a wet trash bag out, he doesn’t look to happy about the leaking trail he’s leaving behind to clean up later. You continue walking out to the parking loot, suddenly eager to finally see Haechan again. Despite avoiding him for two days-

When you get to the glass door, your almost uncomfortably sweaty hand rests on the cold handle. you see him leaning against Jeno’s car, wearing his signature white t-shirt and leather jacket outfit. His hair dark brown- almost black and perfectly fallen in front of his face. The picture was almost perfect, except Chaewon is with him. Which shouldn’t- by any means bother you, but shes feeding him a bite of whatever Starbucks breakfast sandwich is in her hand, and it infuriates you.

Her hair done perfectly with a small braid fallen to the side, her makeup looks done and her outfit matched her purse along with her shoes.

Why is she so dressed up anyway!?

Is she trying to impress him? Does she like him?!

You hate that your comparing her outfit to your sweatpants and Jeno’s old t-shirt. You consider turning around, running back up to change before he sees you. But that’s stupid so you continue.

After that whole dramatic inner dialogue, you finally open the door, the cold air hits you and you regret not bringing a jacket. Each step was torture as she continues to giggle at whatever he’s saying, grabbing at his arm and smiling so gorgeously. You take in a deep breath, and prepare to engage in conversation with them. Whatever you were thinking at that moment can’t- by any means- show on your face.

Haechan notices you first, his smile falls and he becomes stiff but his eyes never leave yours. It hurts to think your presence makes him nervous or uncomfortable- or even Unhappy. When you finally make it within talking distance Chaewon greets you.

“Hey girly! I was spending the night with Hyuck and the the rest of the boys when Jisung mentioned he wanted to come see you guys, thought we’d tag along, hope that’s okay”

Hyuck!? Did she call haechan Hyuck!? And did she say Spending the night?

Why is she speaking for both of them? We? What does ‘we’ mean? They didn’t come as a pair so why is she saying ‘we’ like that!?

Despite the absolute war that’s occurring inside, You smile in response, a fake one- but a smile nonetheless. your throat feeling to dry to tell her she can come whenever and that it’s okay, Because.. well.. it’s not!

You have no right to be upset, considering you just claimed you don’t want anything with haechan. But who cares about that? That was like 50 years ago.

Haechan tries smiles, his lips tighten as he does and his hands find their way to his back pockets. Awkwardly standing there, visibly anxious. Like a kid waiting for him mom to stop talking to her mean coworker so they can go home.

Your not bothered… by any of it! Why would you be?

“You guys got food?” You ask, not a genuine question- mostly just pointing it out. unable to kindly address Chaewons previous words. She didn’t notice though, only smiling and answering your passive questions without hesitation.

“Yep! We stoped on the way. Sorry we didn’t grab you anything.” She pouts, suddenly looking over to Haechan.

“Hyuck why didn’t you remind me!? We could’ve gotten something for the girls. Your always so forgetful” her arms playfully slap his shoulder, you felt your eye twitch-

And haechan saw it.

Her words shouldn’t bother you, I mean she’s known haechan far longer then you have. Obviously she’s comfortable around him and If something where to happen between them, it would’ve already.. right?

You look over at Haechan, his eyes still on you, despite not saying a word since you’ve arrived, you seem like the situation has spoken for itself.

“Did you sleep well?” He suddenly questions.

Oh? He speaks? Wonderful…

“I slept fine..” you begin, the nicest smile you could conjure. Which still barley passed- “..how was the two of you’s little sleep over? Did you sleep at all or..?”

You didn’t mean to come off so outright and you immediately curse yourself when the sentence leaves your mouth. Both of them look taken aback. But of course Chaewon is the one to Perk up and respond. Acting as if your question was as innocent as her answer.

“Actually Hyuck showed me how to use his PC, and he taught me how to play so many games! We were up almost all night!”

“Is that right” you subconsciously tilt your head. The amount of venom that coated your voice was almost illegal.

Haechan had taken the hint as soon as you said it. “Well not all night we did sleep eventually” it irked you that he hasn’t brought up why he wanted to talk to you. You obviously know- but why hasn’t he asked her to leave? Why put up such a fuss to finally talk, if he won’t even talk!?

“Together?” You ask, your (fake) smile never fading. Not until you get a different answer from both of them… their words leaving you still. Not even able to tell if you imagined it or not.

Ending note: it’s a little late and kinda rough but I just wanted to get something out so you all know I’m actually working on it! I don’t have a clue when pt 4 for will actually be released, but hopefully sometime soon!!!

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— njm. Who Are You, Love | Chapter 1

na jaemin x reader | english | fluff | angst

a/n: may contain grammatical mistakes | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling

t/w: mcd

🖇️. chat 1: jaemin’s pov

jaemin’s pov

with an annoyed sigh, jaemin shoves his phone back into his pocket. “what’s got you pressed, as always.” asks his best friend, jeno, whom he shoots a glare at for his remark. “fine, what’s got you slightly less ecstatic than usual?” jeno felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand when jaemin gives him a cold stare.

“which desperate girl did you give my number to this time?”

“despera…hey! i stopped giving your number after you threatened to punch a hole into my monitor!” jaemin fishes his phone out of his pocket, opening the chat before shoving it into jeno’s face. his eyebrows furrow as he only gets a hearty laugh from his friend.

“look, i’ve only ever given you numbers of girls i know….and as far as i know, none of them type like that or know how to drop a pickup line.” jeno teasingly wags a brow. “i guess i’ll just report it then. it might be a scammer.”

jaemin was about to hit on the block and report icon when jeno grabs the phone in his hands. “hey! what are you—WHAT DID YOU SEND?!”

“look, you’ll thank me later when you and your anon love put a label on it.” jaemin grits his teeth, trying to push down the strong urge to jump at his friend. just then, the notification ping goes off.

🖇️. chat 2: y/n’s pov

y/n’s pov

“it’s been hours and he still hasn’t blocked me.” y/n beams. donghyuck, her best friend, peeks over her screen. “but he has left you on read for the past…3 hours. ouch—OUCH!” he winces, caressing the side of his arm y/n pinched.

“we gotta look at the brighter side of things, hyuckie. this random number on this tissue might just be the one.” y/n raises up the stained tissue she picked up on her way to school that morning. hyuck shoots her a disgusted look. “you got that idea…from a dirty tissue you found on the ground?” he points at it.

“hey, he did say he was also in uni. we never know, we might be closer than you think.”

hyuck rolls his eyes, but laughs at his friend’s excitement, and slight delusion, over a possible love life. “just make sure he isn’t some creepy weirdo who asks for feet pics—OW! IT WAS A JOKE!”

🖇️. chat 3: jaemin’s pov

jaemin’s pov

“see, you haven’t blocked her yet. and damn…do you still really wanna block her?!” jaemin furrows his brows in annoyance as jeno moves in to take a closer look at the girl’s picture. he pushes jeno away, making the guy almost fall off his seat. “selfish ass…but i gotta respect you bro.” he raises his fist for a fist bump, only to give himself one as jaemin ignores him.

while jeno busied himself with his own laptop, jaemin discreetly set up the girl’s contact profile. unknowingly, a small smile forms on his face as he sets her name to “anonnying girl”.

“anonnying girl…witty, but also bland. how very jaemin of you.”

“oh shut up lee!”

🖇️. narration

a week

a week since jaemin met an annoying girl who blew up his messages.

and a week since y/n found a potential cold-type significant other, or a delusion, as hyuck and jaemin would like to call,

while y/n always started their conversations with a pickup line or an emoji to describe how she was feeling at the moment. jaemin was always the cold, yet mannerly type of texter.

admittedly, jaemin started to get used to the girl’s overly energetic messages. without even realizing, he would find himself waiting for her to start the conversation, despite his cold composure. one time, jeno even pointed out that he was smiling. at that time he was reading a joke the girl sent him.

“it’s been a week, and yet her caller id is still anonnying girl. come on, she already made you chuckle this week?!” jeno hits his shoulder, to which he instantly regrets as jaemin raises a fist in retaliation. 

“i’m too busy.”

“wow, and yet you’ve been chatting with her all week? sure thing bro, keep on kidding yourself.”

it never crossed jaemin’s mind to ask for her name. admittedly, he thought the girl would give in and just ghost him altogether within three days so there was no need to exchange names, but boy was he wrong. 

“anonnying girl still has a ring to it.”

“...i really still don’t get how we’ve been friends for years.”

y/n was busy zooming into jaemin’s contact photo when someone clears their throat beside her.

“are you really not going to ask for his name?”

“actually…it never really crossed my mind to do so. and ‘anon love’ really has a nice ring to it.” y/n hums as hyuck cringes. over the week y/n has been consistently sending jaemin messages every morning, noon, and night. she tried to avoid messaging him during class hours upon his requests (or rather complaints that she was being too noisy).

“he looks really familiar though…i just can’t quite put my finger on it.” y/n pouts, her best friend was known for knowing most of the student population. but then again, it did add to the thrill of it being mysterious.

“where’s the thrill in knowing hyuck? besides, he hasn’t asked me either, and i think it’d be better too.” upon seeing jaemin’s picture, it immediately crossed her mind that the guy might be part of the more “popular” and “upperclass” population of the school. ‘he’s too handsome to be an average person like me, i mean, this school is freaking expensive!’

“hey, don’t doubt yourself! you are beautiful and smart bestie! it’s just that you act like you’re high whenever you’re around your friends.” hyuck jokes, earning a soft punch to his shoulder.

“thanks hyuck…woah, he messaged first…HYUCK HE MESSAGED ME FIRST WHAT SHOULD I DO?!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?! ANSWER IT!!!”

🖇️. to be continued . . .

🖇️. next chapter

[beyoncesdragon]

𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

fluff, Haechan (donghyuck) x reader

♬ listen to: I.F.L.Y. by bazzi

warnings: a bit of swearing, hyuck being a bit of an asshole

You were infuriating to him. Absolutely and completely infuriating. When Mark introduced you to the boys and everyone just collectively fell for you he already had enough.

Like yeah, so what if you were cute? And so what if you were probably the sweetest person that has ever stumbled across the messy dorm? It wasn’t like he just had to straight up fall for you, right?

Wrong

Of course he did and it turned him grumpy and mean at first, because this man was in complete and utter denial.

He would probably try to pick fights with you just so that you would give him an ounce of your attention he so desperately craved. Just to make sure he somehow lingered in the back of your mind the whole time. That idiot.

Would jump from sweet to mean like a ball in a game of ping pong and sometimes you had troubles keeping up. For example one moment he scolds you for bumping into him because you were too distracted ogling the city around you and the next he would pull you close (with an eyeroll of course) to prevent losing you and intertwine his fingers with yours. For safety reasons of course, wink wonk

Back in the dorm he would act like that didn’t even happen. He? Holding your hand even when there were almost no people around? Voluntarily? Never. Johnny, stop laughing.

He would slowly start doing little things for you, and first you wouldn’t even really notice bc he sure was subtle about it. Subtle and he would make sure to tease you about something right after, just to distract you from the fact that he just fixed your collar or prevented your phone from slipping out of your pocket. Not like he constantly watched you from the corner of his eyes. Nope never, not him.

Would go sooo much softer for you. Like lowering his voice a bit when talking to you, or turning towards you with his whole body if you said something. Just making you feel heard, almost subconsciously. But then he could just switch and the sweetish hyuck would completely disappear.

He would bicker with you about anything but make it all personal on purpose. Simply because he couldn’t deal with the fact that you meant so much to him.

It did happen that you just got up from the table and left because he crossed some kind of line again and ignored Jaemins kick under the table telling him to stop. And he would just sit there, fuming and ashamed and suffering from the causes of his own actions, under the judging stares of his friends.

Mark would always follow you out after some time to check up on you and that would drive Haechan mad. Because dammit shouldn’t he...?

And you would not look at him for the rest of the night, maybe even the morning after. He would tho, he would constantly give you little glances and peak over, kinda hoping you would too.

One evening that happened again, he made an unnecessary remark that tipped you over. So you just took a deep breath, a bit shaky because he had again not failed to hit home with his sharp words. This time you didn’t storm off you just quietly excused yourself from the table after five minutes of sitting there in complete silence.

And the table fell completely quiet immediately and all eyes snapped to the young man sitting there with this conflicted look on his face. Jaehyun would just sigh and Mark glare before getting up.

"I’ll go check up on-"

"No! I...I should.“

Took everyone by surprise for sure but Haechan was determined now.

Thinks about knocking but because he has a bunch of eyes burning into his back, he decides to just jump in head first. Immediately closes the door behind him.

You’re curled up on your bed with your phone, typing furiously. Probably about him. He swallowed dryly and kept waiting in the dimmed room for you to look up.

"If he could just- h-hyuck?“

Cue, embarrassed neck scratch. You just watch him for a sec before pushing your pillows aside and making space for him to sit down with you. He‘s trying to muster an apology that kinda makes sense, somehow, but he’s pretty bad at it at the moment. So you just sigh and look him straight in the eye.

"I don’t know who they are that mess with your head like that but you got to stop letting it out on me, Hyuck.“

"T-they?"

"You look like someone’s rejecting you for the longest time and you’re fed up with it. It’s just something about...how you act sometimes. So?"

And Hyuck found himself at a loss of words. How was he going to explain to you that this person was right there, sitting in front of him, probably still hurt from what he had said during dinner?

"You don’t have to tell me who, you know? But maybe I can help you?“

Of you were honest, the thought of Haechan being in love with someone almost hurt more than all he ever said to you combined. Because dammit, you were absolutely whipped for him and for what? You asked yourself that many times until you concluded that you probably fell in love with the sweet and caring Hyuck that peeked through at times.

You also cursed him for it, him and his pretty face.

"You."

not his smoothest move, admittedly. Plus, you were taken aback quite a bit. You what? What did he mean now? Did you miss the first part of his sentence or something?

"It’s you who’s messing with my head."

Oh.

Oh.

Now you finally understood. You also understood the troubled look he wore at times, that conflicted scowl and you finally understood his constant nitpicking of everything you did abs said. Not that you approved of it but at least you understood now.

You were also freaking out internally because oh my god he liked you?!

Hyuck on his part regrets being born and scrambles back on his feet and retreats towards the door.

"Im sorry for earlier. I’m an asshole I know."

Like you were just gonna let him leave after saying stuff like that. There’s nothing but defeat in his eyes and you almost couldn’t believe a man could be so blind.

Like could he really not see how much he meant to you despite the constant bickering? Why did he think would you keep up with the constant teasing and still spend time around him and and and, if there wasn’t at least a tiny bit of love behind it?

As stubborn as oblivious, the good boy.

"We’re not done here."

You just take his hand and make him stop right here and there.

"So you like me?"

He can’t even look at you anymore. Never thought a wall could be so interesting. So all you get is a short, firm nod. Also, he certainly wasn’t blushing from the neck upwards and his hands weren’t shaky at all.

Your light giggle takes him aback and he looks back at you in confusion when your lips are already his.

And Haechan melts into you, like his whole body first freezes up and then immediately crashes into you. Such an eager kisser. Maybe misses your lips three, four times but who’s counting anyways.

"I like you too, Hyuck.“

Honestly, his brain malfunctioned the second you had your lips against his the first time, so don’t even expect an answer now.

He just presses his lips against yours again, as if to make sure that he one hundred percent is not dreaming and you really really like him.

Oh my god you like him.

Mark‘s gonna have his head.

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time alone | lhc

➸ request from anon; hiii can i request a haechan fluff where he and his partner (fem, preferrably) leave the kids to their grandparents/members/whoever else for a while so that hc and his partner could just spend some time together? love your works btw!

➸ note; hii anon thank u for waiting so long aha hope u like <3

➸ word count; 1096 words

➸ dalgun; aged 11, kyungah; aged 6, sunhee; aged 2

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‘This is the greatest idea we’ve ever had.’

You and Donghyuck had just dropped off your three children with Donghyuck’s parents for the night. 

Donghyuck’s mother had begged for so long to have her precious grandchildren over for a sleepover, and honestly, now was a great time. You were both so tired, slightly even burnt out from raising your children, who were eleven, six and two years old. You loved them, so much that it hurt, but it was hard to spend real quality time together when at least one child was always holding your attention. 

You weren’t even doing anything too interesting like going out for a meal, just staying at home for the evening. 

You weren’t even doing anything too interesting like going out for a meal, just staying at home for the evening. 

You weren’t even doing anything too interesting like going out for a meal, just staying at home for the evening. 

Once you got home, you were immediately on the phone to your local favourite chinese place, ordering all your favourite dishes. You change into your comfy clothes, you tugging on Donghyuck’s giant t-shirt and him wearing those grey sweatpants that drive you crazy.

You take longer to change than him, so when you enter the living room he’s already lounging on the sofa, plain white shirt riding up slightly to reveal his tanned abdomen. Noticing you in the doorway, he turns his head to sleepily look at you.

‘You look so cute,’ he smiles, outstretching his arms, ‘come here.’

You gladly flop down on the sofa next to him, crawling into his lap. His arms wrap around you instantly, almost like its an instinct. Your eyes flutter shut, in tiredness or bliss you’re not sure, and you rest your forehead on his shoulder, allowing him to press kisses to your head.

‘Hyuck, I’m so tired,’ you laugh, ‘and you’re so warm.’ 

‘You’ve got to wait for our food babe,’ he points out, rubbing circles onto your honestly quite sore back. 

‘I might fall asleep before then,’ you murmur, and he laughs, his chest vibrating under you.

‘Please don’t, I wanna spend time with my favourite girl.’

‘Don’t let Kyungah or Sunhee hear you say that,’ you joke, referring to your two daughters.

‘Nah, all three of you are my favourites, but you’re my girl.’

Your food arrives not long later (you thank God for Korea’s insanely quick food delivery service) and the two of you are happily tucking in, your favourite movie playing in the background. Once plates are clear, you finish watching the movie in his arms. 

‘What do you want to do now?’ he hums, tanned arms still wrapped firmly around you.

You look up at him, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes. 

‘Bath?’ 

He smirks, kissing you gently, ‘I still have rose petals from Valentine’s day.’

You blush at the memory, ‘and the wine?’

‘In the wine fridge.’

‘I’ll get the wine,’ you practically jump out of his lap.

A few minutes later, you meet him upstairs, the bath is already half-run, Donghyuck sitting shirtless on the edge. He’s lit several candles, the glow only highlighting his beautiful skin. 

‘Oh, hey,’ you stop dead in the doorway at the sight of your husband.

‘Hi,’ Donghyuck is still smirking at you and how flustered you are seeing him half naked.

‘I-I got the wine,’ you place it down on the counter.

‘Why so nervous gorgeous?’ he asks, ‘you’ve seen me like this millions of times.’

‘I don’t know… you always make me nervous.’ 

‘Aww, cutie,’ Donghyuck laughs, pulling you in by the waist and pressing his lips to yours. You stay like that for a few minutes, until the bath has filled and is ready for you. Donghyuck turns the water off. 

You clear your throat before you rid yourself of your clothes.

‘Look at you mama,’ he whistles, and you blush furiously again, swatting at him with your hand.

‘What! It’s true,’ he argues, ‘you’re beautiful.’

‘Stop making me embarrassed and just get in the bath.’

Donghyuck does, holding out his arms for you to climb into. The water is just the right temperature, hot but not swelteringly so, and Donghyuck’s chest is as comfortable as ever.

‘It’s so quiet,’ you hum, ‘too quiet.’

‘It’s because there’s no kids in the house,’ Donghyuck laughs, ‘no Dalgun breaking things, no Kyungah begging me for cuddles, no Sunhee having a meltdown.’

‘She is in her terrible twos,’ you point out. 

Donghyuck just sighs, kissing your shoulder, ‘God, I love those kids.’

‘Me too.’

‘Thank you for giving them to me,’ he kisses the back of your head. 

‘I am enjoying the quiet though.’

Donghyuck laughs, ‘it’s been so long since we’ve done something like this.’

‘We need to send the kids to your parents more often.’

Donghyuck is quiet for a few minutes, humming along to the quiet music you’re playing while he washes your body with shower gel. 

‘I hope you know how much I love you,’ he hums, ‘I know we’re always so caught up on the kids and life so I don’t show you that I love you as much as I should. But I do. I love you more than anything in the world. Just as much as before you were even pregnant with Dalgun. You take such amazing care of our babies, and you’ve brought so much joy to all of our lives. We’ve come so far from when we met in that park.’

‘God,’ you laugh and shake your head, ‘that was like fifteen years ago.’

‘We’re getting old, huh?’

‘Don’t remind me… But I love you too. And you’re so good about showing me that you love me. You do so much for me, especially with the kids.’

‘Even beyond the kids. You support me unconditionally. You’ve always been here for me. I don’t want you to think that my love for you revolves completely around the children.’

‘I know you love me,’ you smile, relaxing into him even more as he begins to massage your shoulders gently.

‘Mmmh,’ Donghyuck murmurs, ‘you’re my girl.’

You giggle, ‘tired, Hyuckie?’

‘Kids really took the life out of me today.’

‘I hope you’re not too tired for some mummy/mommy and daddy time.’

Donghyuck’s eyes snap open. 

‘I am never too tired for mummy/mommy and daddy time.’

You laugh, turning in his lap to face him and wrap your arms around his neck. 

‘I guess we better go have that then.’

‘I agree.’

You squeal as he lifts you out of the bath and into your bedroom.

[neochan]

PAIRING | haechan x reader ft. mark

SYNOPSIS | he's so consumed by his own game that you decide to play one of your own.

WC | 3.3k

GENRE | smut with small plot

WARNINGS | oral male receiving, hickies, cursing, hyuck being stubborn and whiny, he moans marks name, but it's all fun and games ... get it ;)

AUTHOR | sam <3

A.N | this is a reupload of an earlier work of mine, however, i did some rough editing.

The wind beat against your body, tugging you forward as if it were ushering you home. Plastic grocery bags dug into the skin of your arm, the contents brutally hitting your body as the wind pushed them along too. You knew it was going to be cold which is why you had worn your puffy black coat, but you hadn’t realized just how bad the winds would be.

With every passing step the sky darkens, and the street becomes emptier. One other person passed by, giving you a small smile that you didn’t return. Instead, you ducked your head down and quickened your pace, making sure to avert all possible eye contact for anyone else that dared to acknowledge you.

Up on your right the dorms come into view. A sigh of relief leaves your lips, numbed by the cold; You weren’t too keen on walking home alone at night. When you get closer to the front door, you can hear Haechans audible screams.

“GO TO YOUR RIGHT,” walking up the steps there is a small pause, and then, “NO YOUR OTHER RIGHT DUMBASS.” No doubt he was playing against Mark.

The only boy who still confused his left and right.

Jiggling your key in the lock, you finally get it to work and push open the door, greeted by the smell of, well, nothing. You should have been smelling food. Haechan was supposed to have started cooking dinner while you left to make a quick grocery run. Of course, he didn’t. He was always playing those damn video games.

It was his worst habit.

You make your way to the kitchen and place the grocery bags on the yucky off-white laminate counter. “Haechan!” you yell. You put your hands on your hips, not getting any response. He was too absorbed in whatever game he was playing.

Rolling your eyes, you leave the groceries on the counter and stomp to his room. The door was left slightly ajar, so you peek your head around it. His bed sat unmade; the fluffy sheets rumpled into a ball where you had lain earlier in the day. You could still feel his hot skin moving against yours, his breath tickling the spot below your earlobe.

You smile to yourself and shake the memory out of your head. The mood lighting he loved so much illuminated the room in a blue glow. He was slouched on one of the bean bags in front of his monitor, headset pushing his blonde hair back exposing his forehead. His lips were set in a pout, only disturbed when he had something to say to Mark.

As if on cue he parts them, “Fall back to base,” he huffs, giving Mark room to talk, “No we have to fall back, it’s the only way we’re going to win.” The clicking of his fingers over the controller bounce around the room. His eyes roam the monitor that emits a soft white glow over his face.

You watch, body still half hidden behind the door, as his character runs through the abandon city. He runs into another character, and you see him switch from an assault rifle to a handgun with one click of the controller. He lines up a head shot and takes them out with two more clicks.

“That was easy, probably a newb.” You couldn’t hear Mark on the other end of the mic, but you could guess he was laughing in disbelief.

You had to admit that Haechan was really good at video games, but you were supposed to be having a date night, and he was supposed to making the food!

“Hey babe, I’m back.” You push the door open and make your way to his chest of drawers. You quickly strip and throw on one of his extra-large t-shirts.

He doesn’t acknowledge you until you sit down on the bean bag beside him, and even then, he doesn’t look at you, only mumbling out a greeting you barely understood as “Hey princess.”

“Weren’t you supposed to be making dinner?” your voice quirks up at the end, making the line sound more condescending than it was meant to be.

You watch as his cheeks heat up, a rosy blush spreading over his nose. “I’m playing with Mark though.” He whines, keeping his eyes trained on his character as he makes his way over the animated train tracks and into a building.

You put your hand on his thigh, automatically making his leg jerk up. “But you said you would.”

He slouches down further into the bean bag, glancing at you and giving you an overdramatic pout. “Can’t we order in?”

His hands rapidly hit the buttons on the controller, triggering full auto. You hear mark on the other end faintly. No full auto in buildings or you’ll get banned from the server.

“No shit man, my girlfriend is distracting me, and my finger slipped.” He furrows his eyebrows, trying to concentrate on the game.

Tell her to get out, you hear Mark say. You ball your hands into fists at your side; who did he think he was?

“Like that would work.” His voice comes out in an exasperated mutter, and you don’t think he knew you could hear Mark.

You move your hand up his thigh, pushing his shorts up as you went. You heard his breath catch ever so slightly, but he doesn’t react.

“Haechan!” you wanted him to drop his stupid games and have date night with you like he had promised.

“What?! Mark, can you try not to die, thanks.” He sits up slightly, steering his character through the hallways of the building.You were getting fed up with him not paying you any attention, so you sling one leg over his thighs and sit on his lap.

“What’re you doing?” He looks at you in confusion, but lets you adjust yourself.

“Since you won’t pay me attention, I’m going to get it myself.” You throw your hands around his neck and snuggle up to him. He wraps his arms around you and continues to play his game, the controller resting against your back so now whenever he clicked the buttons, the vibrations ran up your spine.

The big earphone of his headset blocked you from pressing your cheek against his, but it allowed you to hear mark more clearly. Though it wasn’t a treat, mostly cursing and grunting.

“You smell really good.” You take a deep breath, inhaling your boyfriend’s cologne. He chuckles, probably thinking about how you love to spray it on your clothes when you leave his dorm. In your defense it just smelled really good, and it made your mouth water.

Yo, did your chick steal your headset? She sounds so close. You roll your eyes but don’t let it bother you. Mark didn’t like you. He thought you stole Haechan away from him, which was true, but you were part of Haechans life now, and Mark needed to get used to it.

“She’s hugging me.” Haechan knows better than to say anything else, but apparently Mark doesn’t

Dude feign left and run past the tree line, shit, okay we lost them. That’s gross. I don’t know how you can stand her. Haechan doesn’t say anything, only continues to play his game. You didn’t pay any mind, although one thought popped into your head, and the more you mulled over the idea, the more appealing it became.

It started with the simple shift of your hips. The thin material of his shorts did little to conceal the feeling of his cock twitching against your bare thigh.

You smirk to yourself knowing how easy it would be to work him up. It always was.

Moving of their own accord, your lips skim along his jaw and place wet kisses on the side of his neck. His skin was hot against your lips, but he still shivered as if he was freezing. “I’m trying to focus baby.”

“Mmm” You respond. You could feel the tremor in his hands at you delicately nip at his ear lobe, your teeth grazing him. You grip his shoulders tightly as you begin to work on his neck, painting dark bruises on his soft skin.

“Fuck” he softly mutters, “Mark, I’m muting myself; I’ll be back in a minute.” He double taps the ear of his headset, turning the end of the mouthpiece red.

His eyes never leave the monitor, but he dips his head down to bite your shoulder. “Sitting on my lap, wearing my t-shirt with no bottoms,” you swivel your hips against his making him choke on his words, “Fucking be still!”

“Unmute the mic.” You get off of him and wilt to your knees. Situating yourself between his legs, you look up at him while he nervously glances down at you.

“Uh Mark will be able to hear you if I do that?” You give a short laugh and begin to play with the waistband of his shorts.

“Since you won’t leave your game, let’s play our own.” His hands are trembling, but they move faster on the controller.

“You know I can’t be quiet with you” His voice was shaking too, and it honestly made your heart warm.

“But you’re so competitive? Do you want to lose?” He sits there for a second, contemplating, but you knew he hated to lose. He’d accept the challenge with ease “I didn’t think so.” You rake your nails down the soft flesh of his thighs, “You can’t make any sounds, and the mic stays on until I say otherwise. Got it?” he whines loudly as your hand massages his inner thigh.

“What happens if I lose?” what happened if he lost? Hell, if you knew. You were going to push him until he broke. You were going to make sure that Mark knew who his friend belonged too.

You leave his question unanswered, “Unmute the mic.”

His chest felt restricted as he double tapped his earpiece, making the end of the mic turn green. He knew how dangerous this game you were playing was, and he knew that he was going lose, only thing was, he didn’t know how long he could play.

“I’m back Mark.” Immediately Mark snaps back at him. Where’s y/n? Is she gone?

“Yeah, she left.”

Haechan was a little liar.

You blow hot air onto the bare skin of his inner thigh, just enough to make him shiver like before. Seeing him like this, completely at your control, well it did something to you, but right now the focus was on him, and how pretty he was.

You tenderly press your lips to the spot you just blew on, darting your tongue out between your lips to lick a stripe further up his leg.

His stomach tightened at your touch, and he hated it, because he knew just how close he was to losing, and the game had just begun. He focuses on his character, and on what Mark was droning on about.

Sliding your hands across his shorts you felt his cock stiffen. One hand pushes up his shirt while the other lightly palms his hard-on. Leaning forward, you press delicate kisses to the skin of his tummy. Oh, he so loved to be toyed with, played with.

He felt heat start to pool where you were kissing him. Always a good sign, but with the certain circumstances, it was the last thing he wanted.

You move your fingers slightly over his tip, making his stomach clench, and hips buck into your hand. “So sensitive.” You whisper, quiet enough that mark wouldn’t hear a word.

His length hardened against your palm, restricting against the material of his shorts. You place a few more kisses here and there, making him wait, even though you knew he was silently begging for you to touch him.

Every so often he darts a pleading gaze at you, hoping you’ll take mercy on him and indulge yourself. Don’t worry, you’ll get there in due time.

You curl your hands around his waistband and tug, indicating you wanted them off. He lifts his hips up allowing you to pull them down and you let them rest around his ankles, not really caring to rid of them completely.

He sank further down into the bean bag, wanting to stray far away from your sinful touch that would make him lose the game. His cock rest against his belly, waiting for your lips. He silently curses Mark out when his voice comes through his headset. You think we could double back, behind their base and snipe ‘em?

Haechan warily looks down at you before proceeding with an answer. “I mean I’m sure we could try, ah” you reach out and grab his length, stroking him nice and firm. He chokes, and twitches in his seat, arms going rigid.

You okay?You hear Mark say and you watch as Haechan silently panics. If he spoke, he would for sure moan; if he was quiet, Mark would know something was up.

You still your hand, giving him this one free pass. “Yeah, just swallowed wrong, anyway, I think we could, as long as we gear up first.” As soon as he stopped speaking you began to move your hand again, gliding it up and down his length, watching as he bit his lips to keep from making a sound.

I think I’m going to use a semi-auto, what are you using? Marks voice, it seemed, was getting louder the more you worked Haechan up. You remove your hands from his cock, preparing to take him in your mouth, but he thinks this is another free pass.

“I’m looking now, might use a,” his voice stops abruptly as you take him down your throat. His finger slams on the controller accidentally making him shoot Mark’s player in the chest.

“SHIT!” he yells, although it’s not from shooting his partner and ending the game, it’s from you bobbing your head up and down, sucking in your cheeks, and erratically rubbing your tongue against the underside of his cock.

What the hell dude! We were going to win!? Why the fuck did you shoot me? Is y/n back? Did she do something to distract you? Shit dude, we could have just won!?

“Yeah, she’s back, gotta speak with her, muting you, promise we’ll play another round in a sec.” He lifts his hand up weakly and double taps the earphone, trying to mute the mic. With one glance up you could see that he didn’t. The end of the mic was green, not red. It should be red. He should’ve muted it. Mark could still hear everything.

This was going to be fun.

You take him out of your throat, favoring kitten kisses so you could speak, “I didn’t say you could mute yourself Haechannie.”

His eyes were closed, sweat starting to dampen the matted fringe on his forehead. A pretty pink blush covered his nose and cheeks, dipping down to cover part of his collar bone. The blue mood lighting couldn’t hide it. Just like the game couldn’t keep him quiet.

His lips were parted slightly, soft whimpers flowing between them. He swallows, choking on his whines to answer you, “I had too, I told you I can’t be quiet with you.”

Your tongue rolls over the tip of his cock, and he bucks up again, so you place your hands on his hips to hold him down against the bean bag.

“But now you lost.” You roll your tongue over his tip again because he was so responsive the first time and it didn’t disappoint. His legs tense up, arms shooting out to grip the material of the beanbag between his sweaty fingers.

“Fuck I don’t care, I don’t care.” His voice comes out strong at first and fades to a whisper as your take him down your throat again. You swirl your tongue around him while your hands push him down into the bean bag.

You continuously worked at his cock, and your mind drifted to Mark. Out of all the people you knew he was probably the last one you wanted to be thinking about while you gave your boyfriend head. But why hasn’t he said anything? The mic was on… so he could hear Haechan, but why hadn’t he disconnected from the server?

You knew he was listening. His character was still in the lobby moving around. Was he nervously pressing the buttons while he listened to Haechan moaning? While he listened to the sound of your mouth moving on Haechans cock? Only one way to find out.

You move your hands to stroke his thighs because you knew it got him close. While you relaxed your throat to take him further, his hands grabbed the back of your head, threading themselves in the roots of your hair. “Fuckkk, please, please, please, y/n, I’m close,” he was biting his lip, head thrown back, headset almost slipping off of him, “Oh God, please don’t stop!”

You knew he was close, and although it was cruel, you took him out of your mouth with a resounding pop. His hands try to push you back down so you could keep going until he came, but you yank them out and sit back on your heels, watching the way his cock twitched due to the lack of stimulation.

“What the fuck?” his eyes open, glazed over. With the fucked out look on his face, chest heaving, you could guarantee he was out of his mind.

“You ignore me, and I ignore you.” You turn your body towards the monitor, “Look Marks waiting for you to continue playing with him, so go ahead.” You don’t look at him when you turn back around, but you didn’t need to see him to know what he looked like.

“Please, y/n. I’m sorry, he can wait.” He was whimpering, begging. You resume your position, hovering over his cock, making him wait.

“You need to learn your lesson baby.” You blow hot air against his cock, making his legs twitch.

“I have, I promise.” At this point he would say anything to be down your throat again.

“Who can wait?” You needed him to moan Marks name. It was the only way you could know for sure that he was listening in.

“What?” Haechans face got redder, even though it was virtually impossible. You grab the base of his cock, and kitten lick his tip. His back arches and his arms go rigid.

“Who can wait?” It was fun embarrassing him. You knew the last thing he wanted to do was moan his bestfriends name. You start to move your hand up and down and lean down to suck on his tip. On top of that, you move your free hand to rub his stomach, you wanted to feel every part of him. You wanted him overstimulated.

“Mark, oh god, Mark, its Mark who can wait.” As soon as he said the name you heard the unmistakable beep that meant the 2ndconnected player had left the server. Mark had heard.

Haechan closes his eyes as you take him down your throat for the third time. He couldn’t hold it, so you stroke his thighs to get him through it. “Fuck y/n.”

He came down your throat with no warning, hands moving back to your hair. His mouth was open, loud moans pouring out of him as he cums. His headset falls off his head and clatters to the floor.

“Learn your lesson?” You get off your knees to sit beside him. He pulls you in for a kiss, wanting to taste himself on your lips.

“Yes, I promise.” He goes to grab his headset, “Gonna tell Mark we can play tomorrow.” He gives you a smile and grabs the controller.

“Mark I -,” He frowns, running around the lobby, “I guess he didn’t want to wait.”

You smile to yourself and wonder if Mark would say something. Afterall, Haechan was your Game boy, not his.

[kiwisol]

the art of secrets — lhc

pairing: lee haechan x reader genre: best friend’s brother, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, fluff, angst summary: after messing around with haechan too much for your own good, the secrets start to build up between the two of you—and not just with his sister. wc: 11.2k warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, slightly suggestive, some dirty jokes courtesy of hyuck, arguing ? kind of

𖥻 01 - THE FIRST SECRET

No matter the situation, Haechan always found a way to be obnoxious.

“Hey, be quiet! You’re gonna wake your sister up.”

Haechan smiled into the kiss as he pressed his lips against yours, the material of your t-shirt falling around his hands as they rested on your waist. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, squeezing your sides. “C’mon, let her wake up.”

You shook your head. “You’re crazy, Haechan. Jiyoon would freak if she saw me in here.” You frowned, running your hands up the back of his neck to weave your fingers in his hair.

“Nope, she’d love to have you as a sister-in-law.”

Tugging at his brown strands softly, you decided to ignore the implications of the word sister-in-law. “Yeah, I don’t think so. In case you forgot, we’re having a sleepover.” You pecked him on the cheek. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

He rested his hands on your lower back. “You’re still sleeping over, just not in her room,” he quipped.

He smiled at your annoyed expression, his fingers rubbing circles into your skin. You pressed a kiss to his swollen, heart-shaped lips and pushed him onto the bed by his shoulders, his upper body landing on the charcoal-colored duvet with a soft thud. Haechan reveled in your position, the light of the TV to the right of his room giving your face and body a soft, almost angelic glow.

Although he’d never admit it, he enjoyed this more than anything you two planned on doing that night. You were otherworldly, and he easily preferred the small sounds that came out of your mouth when he kissed you just right over his favorite playlist.

Haechan knew you inside and out, and he studied you like you were a textbook and he had an exam the next day. Of course, these feelings were a bit too much for someone he was only supposed to mess around with—no strings attached, of course.

An unknown feeling began twisting his gut, and he tried pushing it away as he ran his hand up the side of your torso. His eyes followed the material as he hiked your shirt up until it bunched up under your chest. “Cute shirt you have on. Jiyoon didn’t mention it?” he questioned, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and letting your top fall back down.

You shook your head, your fingers playing with the drawstrings of his plaid pajama pants. “Nope. You’re lucky Renjun has the same one, I said I got it from him.”

He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and sighed quietly. His chocolatey eyes held a dazed look, and your stomach fluttered at his expression. “Such a great liar,” he murmured.

You leaned into his palm, offering him a small smile in the dim room. “I learned from the best.”

𖥻 02 - HAECHAN: PUBLIC ENEMY #1

Jiyoon gripped the back of her chair, her knuckles turning white from the sheer force being used as she dragged it back on the cement. She sat down with a huff and banged her thermo onto the table so hard you thought it’d break, making Renjun flinch upon the impact. You eyed her as she tore away the wrapper of her croissant, biting into the soft bread like it was the head of her enemy.

You exchanged a look of confusion with Renjun, making eyes at each other to figure out whose job it would be to ask what was wrong. After one final glare from you, the raven-haired boy let out a sigh and turned to Jiyoon, “Ji, what’s up?”

She swallowed the last bit of pastry in her mouth, glossy lips formed into a pout. “I was gonna use the car today to meet up with Yerim, that cute girl from my Greek Mythology class, after school.” She paused to rip a piece of the croissant angrily. “But Donghyuck’s annoying ass called dibs on the fucking car.”

Renjun knocked his knee into yours and you winced in pain, rubbing your hand over the spot to try and soothe it. You shot him a dirty look, grateful Jiyoon was busy sulking at her breakfast while she mulled over her lost date with Yerim.

“You even used his legal name, must be serious,” you tried to joke. Your best friend crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you expectantly. “Maybe he has something important to do?” The corners of your lips pulled up in a half-hearted smile, trying to convince everyone including yourself.

Jiyoon shook her head. “He didn’t tell me, which was so weird because he tells me everything,” she hummed. Your face heated up at what she said, and Renjun tried to discreetly swat at your hands when you began to pick at your cuticles.

“It sucks, but whatever. I have to go break the news to Yerim,” she sighed, balling up the wrapper of her breakfast and grabbing her bag from the floor. “I’ll talk to you guys later.” Waving goodbye, she blew a kiss to you and Renjun.

“Maybe he has something important to do,” he mocked you in a high-pitched voice once Jiyoon was out of earshot. “Sure, of course, except the only thing he’s doing is you!”

You gasped, smacking his arm so hard it stung your palm.

“And he tells her everything, how sweet,” he sneered, pushing your shoulder. “I hate knowing about you two! This is the longest I’ve ever kept a secret from Ji.”

You let out a groan and threw your head back, the feeling of guilt making your chest tight. “I know,” you mumbled, “but I’m scared to say something.”

“If you were actually scared, you wouldn’t have done it,” he pointed out. His words should have stung, but you knew he was right. The feelings of fear and guilt weren’t enough to drive you away from Haechan. “Y’know, I have a feeling that if you came clean, she wouldn’t even be angry.”

“You think?”

“Possibly. She loves Haechan, she loves you, that’s double the love.” He shrugged. “And I think it’ll go past that childish little friends with benefits stage soon enough.”

He loudly slurped on his almost-empty iced coffee with an air of nonchalance, ignoring the look of confusion on your face as he shook the ice around in the plastic cup. “What do you mean?”

“I just know things.” He smiled, pulling the straw from his lips. “My class starts at ten, so I gotta go. Think about talking to Ji, okay?”

“For sure.” You nodded. “I’ll tell her eventually.”

𖥻 03 - HELIOS IN A CAR

“You messed up her date with Yerim today, you know.”

Haechan dragged his pointer finger up and down your arm, rolling his eyes at your words. “Oh please, it wasn't even a date. She’s too scared to admit her feelings.”

“Admitting your feelings isn’t easy, Haechan,” you scolded him. “You could’ve let her take the car for tonight.”

“And then we would have missed out on this,” he mumbled, eyeing your figure. You were pressed against his chest, the thin layer of sweat on your forehead caused by the humidity outside glistened underneath the overhead light of the backseat. He thought you looked precious with your cheek half smushed against him. “I think it was fun.”

And, in all honesty, it was. He had taken you out to a new restaurant near campus, paying the bill before you could even take your credit card out and buying you ice cream (double scoop, you felt very spoiled) afterwards. As much as you enjoyed it, it felt far too domestic for your current relationship status—if you could even call it that.

You’d dismissed it as two friends hanging out, but his lingering hands and lips felt too close for comfort. Renjun’s words from earlier in the day hung around in your subconscious; you’d always heard about situations like yours turning into full-fledged relationships or going downhill so quickly that they never spoke again, and the latter scared you too much to think about. Not to mention that going back to being just friends seemed too awkward for you, which made the thought of acting like Haechan hadn’t seen and felt every part of you too embarrassing to dwell on.

He noticed your silence, a slight crease between your brows telling him you were thinking too much for your own good.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I just have a ton of homework,” you lied, creating a bit of space between the two of you.

“It’s only Friday, you have the whole weekend,” he said. “Live a little.” Haechan shoved your shoulder playfully, a smirk adorning his lips.

You snorted, “I think I’ve been living a lot, Haechan.”

“Don’t call me by my name,” he grumbled, sitting upright.

“And what should I call you then?”

His eyes became downcast, a soft, pink blush dusting his cheeks. “Nevermind. Just… don't worry about your homework, okay? Enjoy this.”

You nodded silently, staring out the windshield and at the small boats that seemed to float on the lake like toys in a bathtub. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue on both the car and Haechan.

He looked ethereal, the setting sun lighting up his brown hair in small flames. His dark eyes were lit up a hazelnut color, and the moles that littered his face looked like they were small stars on the detailed canvas that was Lee Haechan. The rays of light kissed his honeyed skin so delicately, you thought he could rival Helios with the way the sun adorned him.

Only he could make something as simple as sitting in a car feel so meaningful. The mere sight of him made your heart race. You felt warmth wash over your body at the thought of him being yours—even if it was just for a moment, and through the childish label of friends with benefits.

It felt like your chest was bursting with happiness—along with an underlying feeling of dread.

When he met your focused gaze, giving you an award-winning smile with those perfect teeth and supple lips that made your stomach flip, you could already hear Renjun saying I told you so in your ear.

𖥻 04 - PILOT OF CONFESSIONS

Haechan was perched on the edge of the recliner, his headset on and thumbs moving faster than the speed of light as he yelled commands at whom you could only assume was Mark. He tugged his bottom lip in between his teeth during his state of focus, eyes flitting across the screen as he watched out for other people coming to shoot him.

“Mark, you’re supposed to be watching my back!” he groaned in frustration as his character died, throwing himself back onto the chair with a frown. You looked up from your laptop and stifled a laugh at his antics, peering over at Jiyoon to see her glaring in his direction.

She rolled her eyes. “Dude, stop screaming. It’s not that serious.”

“You wouldn’t get it Jiyoon. It’s not like you’re doing anything important,” he replied, standing up to stretch. “You’ve been on your phone this whole time, I thought you were supposed to be doing homework?” His shirt exposed a sliver of his stomach when he brought his arms far above his head, making you look away quickly.

Jiyoon grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his body, but he caught it with ease. “Shut up, you look like a fuckin’ pilot with that ridiculous headset on,” she grumbled, slumping back onto the couch and staring at the TV while he started another game.

“You’re both annoying,” you stated, not sparing them a glance while you closed your laptop softly, “and as much as I enjoy the cute sibling fights, I’ve gotta go.”

Haechan took his headset off, resting it around his neck. “Where are you going?”

“I have important business with Renjun. He’s outside already.”

He looked between you and his sister in confusion, noting how she wasn’t taken by surprise the same way he was. You hugged Jiyoon goodbye and slung your book bag over your shoulder, walking towards the front door as Haechan put his body in front of yours.

A cheeky smile played on his lips as he stared at you expectantly. “What about my hug goodbye?”

Jiyoon let out a laugh, waiting to see what you’d do.

“I don’t think so. Maybe next time,” you assured him, squeezing his shoulder softly.

He watched you leave the apartment and pulled his headset off completely, tossing it onto his seat with a sigh.

“Upset you didn’t get a hug?” his sister teased from her spot.

Haechan sat down next to her, ignoring the question. “Are her and Renjun… a thing?” he asked, turning to face her.

She would have burst out laughing had she not looked at him and seen something he’d never willingly show—insecurity.

“No, why would you think that?’ she questioned, a crease between her brows. “And more importantly, why do you care?” She mentally groaned at how bitchy it sounded after she spoke, but he remained unfazed.

“I was just wondering. They seem really close.”

“Hey, I’m close with Renjun too, y'know. Why didn’t you ever ask if we were a thing?” she joked.

He glared at Jiyoon, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you seriously asking that? I think you like girls more than I do.”

“Okay,” Jiyoon brought her hands up in defense, rolling her eyes. “I see where you’re coming from.”

She still looked at him strangely because after growing up together and knowing exactly how he’d react to certain situations, it was blaringly obvious there was more to this than pure curiosity.

“Is there something else, Hyuck?” She hadn’t used the nickname in forever, but she felt it was necessary for a (potential) heart-to-heart.

“You promise not to get mad?” he asked, sticking out his pinky.

She nodded, wrapping her smaller one around his.

“I think I really like her,” he mumbled.

Jiyoon blinked in surprise, lowering her pinky slowly. She wasn’t angry, that was for sure—she’d never seen her brother be so genuine about something, and it made her bubble in an unfamiliar happiness. Haechan stared at her unreadable expression, half afraid she’d blow up on him in a fit of rage and go on a rant about how you were off limits to him.

“I can’t believe it. My brother likes my best friend!” she finally squealed, throwing her arms over his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. “I should have expected this though.”

Haechan blinked in confusion, his arms embracing Jiyoon hesitantly. “Uh, why?”

She pulled away from the embrace, holding Haechan away from her by his shoulders. “Looking back, you kind of made it obvious,” she said with a shrug. “Who would voluntarily spend that much time around their sister’s best friend if they weren’t getting anything out of it?”

He stayed quiet. It wasn’t like he planned on spending more time with you and making something out of it—it just happened to go that way. It was the universe’s plan, if you will.

“Okay, but you can’t say anything, Yoon.”

Her head bobbed enthusiastically. “I promise.”

The bright smile on her face tugged at his heart. He hadn’t told her the full truth, but half was better than nothing, right?

𖥻 05 - RENJUN’S SIXTH SENSE

“So what you’re telling me is… I was right,” Renjun rubbed his chin, “and I fuckin’ told you so.”

You groaned at his triumphant smirk, burying your face in your hands. “Don’t rub it in, asshole. I’ll take my feelings back right now.”

Renjun snorted, rolling his eyes as he leaned back and took a drink of his milk tea. “You couldn’t even if you tried. You’re in too deep.”

“I’m definitely not.”

“Okay, so tell me how you figured it out.” He quirked an eyebrow at you, awaiting a response.

“We went out the day Jiyoon was complaining about not having the car,” you began, tracing shapes onto the condensation that had built up on your cup. “We were both in the backseat-”

“If this is going where I think it is, spare me the details,” he interrupted you with a grimace on his face. “We’re best friends, but I do not need to hear about Haechan’s di-”

“Oh please shut up,” you groaned. “Anyways, we were just sitting there, not even saying anything, but it felt so right. He looked perfect.” Your eyes were glazed over, like you were in the backseat of Haechan’s car all over again.

He watched as your face fell, and you stared at your lap like a child being scolded. Renjun felt his expression relax, the sight of you so vulnerable hit a nerve he didn’t know existed. “Hey, why do you look so down? This is supposed to be a good thing,” Renjun said softly, reaching over to grab your hand in his. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“I’m really excited about this, believe me. But Ji…” you trailed off, avoiding his eyes. As much as you enjoyed being around Haechan, you couldn’t help but think of what Jiyoon would say if she saw you. She wouldn’t shame you or start reciting every swear word in the book, but the thought of her being disappointed was scarier than anything else. It was a constant, nagging feeling in the back of your brain every time you laid on his bed or pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I might sound like a shitty friend right now, but fuck it.” Renjun sat back in his chair with a shrug. “Don’t put everything on hold because you’re scared of what she’s gonna say. Ji is pretty understanding, and even though these are special circumstances, it’s nothing a little communication can’t fix.”

You nodded, but you still looked unconvinced.

He squinted at you, lips pursed in thought. “That’s not all, is it?”

You shook your head. “I think I’m just scared of a relationship in general,” you admitted. “It wasn’t supposed to go this far.”

“What do you mean?” Renjun asked, his posture slouched as he leaned towards you.

“Catching feelings. It’s such a cliche, but it wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“It’s a little too late for that,” he said, “but you can’t stop yourself from enjoying it ‘cause you’re scared.” He ran a hand through his neatly parted hair, the action causing strands to stick upward.

“I don’t wanna end up hurt,” you mumbled, eyes downcast as you played with the rips on your jeans.

“You won’t,” he assured you. “You’re only gonna get hurt if you keep denying what you feel.”

“What if this just fucks everything up?”

“Y/N,” Renjun sighed, “your relationship with him wasn’t normal to begin with. Stop trying to make excuses for yourself.”

You drummed your fingers against the table. “I’m just gonna take it day by day then; try not to be so scared about it.”

“Exactly. And if things do go south, you’ll still have one Lee sibling and me.”

“Yeah, I’d be pretty okay with just you and Ji,” you noted with a smile. “I am sorry I put you in the middle of this though.”

He waved you off, pulling his straw away from his lips to reply. “I kinda like knowing everything. Makes me feel powerful,” he grinned.

“You’re such a sucker for drama,” you laughed, grateful for the shift in mood. “Oh, and Jiyoon convinced Haechan and I to go to Jaehyun’s party tomorrow.”

His eyebrows raised. “You and Haechan? At the same party? Together?”

“Yes, you bozo, that’s what I just said.”

“I’d so go just to see you guys expose yourselves,” he sighed, “but I have to work.”

“It’s like you want to see us fuck up.”

He shrugged. “You guys would do that all on your own.”

You chewed on the tip of your straw, staring him down through narrowed eyes. “If you weren’t my best friend, I’d toss this drink in your face.”

“You wouldn’t.” He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You can’t afford to throw away an almost full cup of boba on your budget.”

𖥻 06 - PRIVATE IN PUBLIC

Jiyoon was too persuasive for her own good.

You were apprehensive about the idea of coming to the party when she first mentioned it, the thought of all those people you didn’t know reeking of weed and alcohol was enough to keep you at bay—but you still found yourself in the middle of Jaehyun’s living room.

You sat on the worn out couch of the house, the bass coming from the speakers vibrating in the soles of your feet and traveling up your body in waves. The leather cushions were soft beneath your fingertips and your hair stuck to the back of your neck with a light layer of sweat from the humidity in the home. Jiyoon was in your line of sight, standing at the end of the staircase and smiling at whatever Yerim was saying as their fingers interlocked.

A pair of thighs blocked your view, and you looked up to see Haechan smiling down at you. The multi-colored led lights painted his face an array of blues, pinks, and greens, his eyes glinting with each flash of light.

“Here, for you,” he said, holding out your third solo cup of the night. You grabbed it from his hand and took a small sip while he sat down, his jean-clad legs rubbing against the side of your thigh.

“Scooch over,” you muttered, softly pushing your elbow into his side. “You’re in my personal bubble.”

He scoffed, snaking his arm around your waist and resting his hand on your hip. He lowered his mouth to your ear, his lips brushing against your hair as he said, “C’mon, I’ve been in more than your personal bubble.” He pulled away and chuckled at the shocked laugh that escaped your lips.

You made a space between the two of you, letting his hand drop from your hip. “Leave enough room for Jesus, Donghyuck. You’re actin’ up.”

He shook his head in amusement, taking a large gulp from his cup.

“Anyways, I like how Jiyoon ditched us,” he motioned his head in her direction, “after she practically begged us to come with her.”

You eyed the short-haired girl across the room, her soft features lit up with a grin. “You and I both know she came for Yerim. We were just a cover-up.”

There was a silence between the two of you for a moment, filled up with the loud music and laughter in the living room rather than conversation. Your head moved along to the song playing, catching Haechan’s attention. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he slid it out, turning it face up to read the notification.

[1:00am] seester: gonna leave with yerim rn, prob gonna spend the night. text when ur home, love u :D

His eyes drew away from the bright screen and towards the front door to barely catch Jiyoon leaving the house, Yerim trailing behind her. He turned back to you, your head still bobbing to the rhythm of the r&b song bouncing off the walls.

“C’mon, let's dance,” he said, taking your hand in his to pull you up from the couch. Weaving his way through the people, he got to a less crowded spot and brought you closer to him. His warm hands found purchase on your waist, a dopey smile adorning his face as he looked down on you.

You focused your gaze away from him, warmth rushing to your cheeks. He didn’t mind; it gave him all the more time to relish in your appearance while you moved against each other. It seemed like the moment you brought your hands up to his neck the people around you seemed to fade out, and there you stood at the center of his world.

A sheen of sweat covered your body, your skin glittering like diamonds under the multi-colored lights. Blue and pink luminescence stroked your body like a paint brush, the lustrous material of your satin dress shifting colors every time you moved. You looked surreal.

The corners of your lips turned up in a shy smile as you looked up at him, and he really thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest any second now.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured. His hands tugged you flush against his body, a dazed look in his eyes as he studied every inch of your face. Your fingers curled into his hair, butterflies erupting in your stomach at his words. “So gorgeous, and so mine.”

He leaned down, licking his lips. The blend of his wood and citrus scented cologne swirled around you like smoke, overtaking your senses as he got closer to your face. The rest of the room was still buzzing with life, but you and Haechan were at a standstill. His gaze flickered between your eyes and parted lips for a moment before he cupped your cheek in his hand, closing the gap between you.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, deafening the noises around you. Haechan’s plush lips moved against yours, the mixture of pineapple juice and whiskey he had been sipping lingering on your mouth. The material of his shirt stuck to your chest when he pulled you closer, the buttons down the middle of his top pressing into your skin.

You’d kissed him hundreds of times, but this one made your skin feel like it was on fire. There was no rush to it, no crudeness. Everything he did felt right. His fingertips dug into your hips, trying to draw you in impossibly close. Your nails grazed his scalp when he caught your bottom lip between his teeth, causing him to pull away with a smile. The way your lips glistened had him captivated; he was made to do this to you.

The realization that you were still surrounded by people began trickling in, but everyone was too caught up in their own world or partner’s lips to give you a second glance.

“Maybe we can get going?” Haechan asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You nodded, and Haechan took your hand in his, moving away from the mass of people and towards the entrance. The fresh air engulfed you right as you stepped out while the cool November breeze created goosebumps along your exposed arms and legs.

The car unlocked with a click, and he held the passenger side open for you, shutting the door softly once you got in. The ride to his apartment was long and quiet, a wave of drowsiness hitting you the further Haechan drove. You rested your temple on the cool window and closed your eyes, letting the small bumps in the road lull you to sleep.

In your drowsy state, you could feel his warm hand rubbing comforting circles onto the flesh of your thigh. “Sleepy?” he asked softly.

You nodded, turning your head and opening your eyes. He focused on the road ahead, softly humming the song you danced to at the party. It felt oddly domestic; rare were the moments where you both sat quietly in a comfortable silence, the warmth of your bodies shared with a wandering hand or intertwined fingers. The space was often filled with Haechan’s unabating conversation or stories about his day, your mindless commentary thrown in between his rants as you played with his hair—but now you savored the silence and time you had to observe him.

You wanted more of that.

By the time he had sat you on his bed and took your dress off, your eyes were so heavy with sleep you didn’t mind him taking care of you. You sat against the headboard, your neck lolling to the side every time you dozed off involuntarily. The small lamp on his bedside table provided the only light in his room, its soft glow covering the expanse of the bed.

“Hey, stay awake,” Haechan instructed, pulling an old t-shirt of his over your head. “Why don’t you get under the covers? I’m gonna be back.”

Your movements were lethargic, his charcoal-colored duvet suddenly feeling like it weighed fifty pounds as you pushed it back and tucked yourself beneath them. The sheets below it were cold, causing a shiver to flutter up your legs and toward your upper body. Nestling further into his pillow, you let your eyelids close in pleasure as the smell of his shampoo surrounded you.

You could hear Haechan in the bathroom talking to himself and moving things around until he let out a satisfied aha, likely finding whatever it was he needed. His footsteps were soft against the hardwood floor, and you could feel a dip in the bed where he sat down near your hip.

“I need you awake for a few minutes, that’s it,” he said, brushing a piece of hair away from your eyes.

You opened your eyes and squinted up at him, eyeing the packet of wipes in his hands. “I’m up,” you muttered, giving him a thumbs up.

He let out a laugh, snapping the plastic lid open and pulling a wipey out. He gently cleaned your face, careful not to wipe roughly beneath your eyes. Jiyoon had always mentioned how it was sensitive, and she was extra careful when wiping her face to prevent wrinkles. It was safe to say he picked up a few things from her.

“Thanks,” you sighed.

“Mhm, gotta make sure you don’t sleep with that stuff on your face. Jiyoon says it’s bad.”

“It is,” you mumbled, pausing as he continued cleaning your skin, “I miss Jiyoon.”

He hummed, tossing the used wipe in the small trash can next to his bed. “Me too, but I’m sure she’s having fun with Yerim.”

You let out a loud yawn, and Haechan’s lips quirked into a smile at the way your nose scrunched up.

“Are we done? I’m sleepy.”

“Yeah, I’ll take the couch,” he replied, getting up on his feet.

“No, sleep with me,” you mumbled, pulling the covers back to make space for him. “Too cold to be by yourself.”

If you weren’t half-asleep, you probably would have noticed the way his face lit up. “Are you sure?”

“Mhm, I’m too used to sleeping with you. Can’t be alone anymore.”

His breath hitched, but you didn’t seem to notice, too busy cocooning yourself with his blankets. He rarely lost his train of thought, but there seemed to be no problem with doing it when you were around.

“Yeah, okay. Scooch.”

It didn’t take long for you to latch onto him as you fell asleep again, your breath slowing and cheek pressed against his upper arm. Having you next to him always provided a bit more warmth and comfort, but now it felt different. It wasn’t just from your body heat or soft skin, it was from you and everything you meant to him.

He didn’t think he could be alone anymore either.

𖥻 07 - JUST PRETTY

The morning after with Haechan typically felt rushed; it was a flurry of bare skin, messy blankets, and bleary eyes in search of stray pieces of clothing—much different in comparison to today.

You took your time in waking up, stretching your legs out of their tucked position until they were almost cramped and keeping your eyes shut even as the morning light begged for you to look at it. Haechan slept next to you, your hand bunching up the material of his t-shirt as you nestled into him. There was no panic to wake up before Jiyoon saw, and you could thank Yerim for that.

Haechan’s hand ran up the side of your bare thigh and rested on your hip, pulling you closer to his body. “Are you awake?” he mumbled.

You nodded and moved onto your stomach, your chin resting on his chest. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really good, had a nice dream.” He brought his hand up to your hair, running his fingers through the strands.

“Yeah? About what?”

His eyebrows pinched in the middle. “Oh. I uh, don’t remember,” his voice trailed off quickly before switching topics. “Do you have something to do today?”

You studied him skeptically, your eyebrows pinched together. “Weirdo,” you muttered under your breath, “but I don’t. We can get something to eat if you want.”

“Anything you’re craving right now?”

“This spot by my house makes a really good broccoli cheddar soup,” you began. “It's their Sunday special. We can take it to my place.” You gazed up at him, your eyes twinkling in the morning light as you mindlessly played with the hem of his t-shirt.

He smiled and stroked your cheek, a smile gracing your lips in return. “I’ll give you some sweats and we can go.”

The diner was a block down from where you lived, its exterior painted a terracotta color with its name emblazoned the side of it in stark white paint. You resided on the first floor of an older, two-story building, and the inside was just as Haechan expected it to be; cozy, inviting, and so you.

The distinct smell of lavender and mint surrounded him as soon as he stepped in, along with a hint of acrylic paint. A small shoe rack was by the front door, pairs of sneakers lined up with your favorite beat-up white Nikes tossed haphazardly next to them. The small table beside the rack held a colorful bowl with your university ID, a pack of gum, and now your house keys.

“You can go put it down over there,” you instructed, pointing towards your small kitchen. “I’m gonna go get some socks.”

He walked further into the apartment and looked around, setting the aromatic soup onto the counter beside the stove. The walls of your place were a cashmere color, the vibrant, hunter green of your numerous plants a pretty contrast against them. An elm wood coffee table with notebooks stacked beside it sat in front of your beige couch, its arm covered by a mustard yellow throw blanket (which he’d definitely take a nap with later.)

It all looked so lived in, but not in a bad way.

Paint brushes were scattered near the kitchen sink, and a flimsy calendar was tacked up on the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet, your neat writing filling almost all the dates up. It was a messy kind of organized, and it was something only you could pull off.

By now you’d come back out, your feet clad in mismatched fuzzy socks. “Okay, we can eat now.”

He took the soup out from the brown bag as you grabbed two gray bowls and spoons, setting them down on the counter softly. Once they were filled, you handed one to Haechan and led him over to the living room. You sat cross legged on the floor, waiting for him to get down next to you before you ate.

“I’m surprised I’ve never been here,” Haechan began, “I was starting to think you lived at my place.”

You let out a laugh, your spoon hitting against the glass bowl. “Jiyoon practically holds me hostage there, and don’t get me started on when you tell me to stay the night,” you teased.

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna do it either, you always enjoy your stays.”

“Or so you think, Hyuck,” you sighed, patting his shoulder softly. “I just don’t wanna hurt your feelings.”

“You must be a pretty good actress, last week you were a mess-”

“Hey! Uncalled for!” you jabbed at his ribs with your elbow. “Anyways, I was actually gonna tell you we should start coming over here.”

“You prefer your room?” he asked, shoveling a spoonful of broccoli into his mouth.

You shook your head. “Not that, just to hangout. I remembered you wanted me to teach you how I made those little clay bowls,” you explained, “I bought new clay.”

He smiled to himself, recalling when he first asked you about them months ago. “You remembered that?”

“Duh, I waited for weeks to get an email that it was back in stock.”

“Look at you, going out of your way for me.” he smirked.

“Well I needed it for a class too,” you mumbled, shoving his shoulder. “You’re not that special.”

“No thanks, I’ll hear what I wanna hear.”

A comfortable silence fell over the room after that, the only noises coming from the two of you blowing on your spoonfuls of soup or the occasional scrape of metal against glass. He snuck a few glances at you, the t-shirt and sweatpants you’d borrowed from his closet fit loosely on your body and the mismatched socks tied the look together.

“It’s not nice to stare, Lee Donghyuck,” you hummed, continuing to scoop soup into your mouth.

A surge of confidence washed over him. “It’s hard not to.”

“Oh yeah?” You quirked a brow. “Why’s that?”

“You’re too pretty for me not to stare.”

You let your spoon fall into your bowl, eyes widened as you stared at his smug expression.

“What?” he asked.

“Uh, this is the part where you add in a dirty joke or something.”

“There’s no joke,” he laughed. “You’re just pretty.”

“Well, I guess you’re just pretty too.” You turned your attention back to your food, trying to save face.

He’d complimented you before, but it was always in the heat of the moment or when he was too blissed out to think straight. The genuine tone of voice he spoke with made your stomach do somersaults and your heart beat loudly in your ears. You tried to ignore his stare, but you could feel the way he lingered on your face as you focused on your bowl like it was a world renowned masterpiece.

It was rare that he saw you flustered, but he wanted to make it happen more often.

𖥻 08 - OUR FAVORITE SWEATER

Haechan was slowly taking over your apartment.

It started with him bringing his favorite blanket over and leaving it, stating it was “for future movie nights.” Then, he left so many t-shirts behind that you cleared up a space in your dresser to house them.

The last straw was when he left your—er, his—favorite sweater hung up on a chair in the kitchen.

“Hey, I accidentally left a couple shirts here,” he protested. “You act like I’m moving in.”

“Haechan, be real,” you deadpanned. “I had to clear space in my dresser to put away all the stuff you’ve accidentally left.”

“Well, yeah, but I figured leaving our sweater here would be okay!”

“Our sweater?”

“You like it just as much as I do,” he said matter-of-factly.

“You—okay, fine. I’ll give you that,” you sighed, “but you don't need all these t-shirts here!”

“I like to be prepared! What if one day you rip off my shirt and I—”

You cut him off, “What the fuck am I? A feral animal?”

He put his hands up in defense. “What you see yourself as is none of my business babe, but I think it’s okay to leave spare hoodies and shirts.”

“So you admit you left them here on purpose?”

“Mmm,” he pursed his lips, “that’s not what I said.”

You let out a loud groan, going over to your bed to sit down. “If you wanna move in so bad, just say that.”

“Move in? I think we’re going too fast. At least take me out first, yeah?”

You threw your teddy bear in his direction, resting your back on the headboard. “Moving too fast isn’t a thing for us,” you said. “We skipped over a few chapters in case you didn’t notice.”

He came over to the bed and laid on his stomach, his cheek pressed against your thigh. “Sometimes you don’t gotta go in order.”

“Yeah? In order of what?”

He raised his head, eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I’m not sure yet.”

After Haechan left, you realized you couldn’t catch a break from him or Jiyoon.

You had a solid five minutes to yourself before a knock sounded on your door. Peering out the peephole, you saw Jiyoon’s rosy cheeks and mussed hair.

“Y/N, I know you’re home!”

You turned the top lock and swung the door open, a hand on your hip as she grinned at you. “I cannot have any alone time.”

She pushed past you, kicking her shoes off and tossing them on the floor near yours. “Alone time doesn’t exist, sorry,” she exhaled. “I haven’t seen you in forever, wanted to pay a little visit.”

You closed the front door and joined Jiyoon in the living room, plopping down next to her and putting the control on her lap.

“You’ve been watching this show so much,” she began, “how does it not creep you out?”

“What? The bodies?”

“Yeah. I mean, I get it’s fake, but sometimes they look so real,” she shuddered.

“C’mon Ji, you’re just a baby,” you groaned.

She huffed, exiting from your crime show and scrolling up to the search bar. “I don’t care! I'm still gonna change it, you little creep.”

You let out a loud laugh, hugging a pillow close to your body. “You’re such a fuckin’ loser.”

“A loser with a girlfriend,” she teased in a singsong tone.

“What! Since when?”

“Since the party,” she grinned. “After we left we went to some little fast food place, she started going on about how she really likes me.”

“Ji,” you cooed, “I’m so happy for you.”

“I just feel so good about this,” she sighed dreamily. “I explained to her I’m not the most experienced with relationships and Yerim said we can move as slow as I’d like.”

“I’m glad. There’s no need to rush anything.”

She nodded, giving you a small smile. “What about you, hmm? Anyone capture your attention?”

“Maybe, I don’t know,” you mumbled.

Jiyoon tapped her fingers against the remote, her eyes flitting around the living room before zeroing in on the kitchen table and standing up abruptly. “Hey, is this Haechan’s?” she asked, picking the grey sweater up.

“Oh, yeah. I borrowed it the night of the party,” you lied.

A moment of silence passed before she walked over to the couch and sat down again. “Can I uh, tell you something? And you have to keep it a secret.”

“What is it?”

“I’ve been holding this in for weeks Y/N,” she whined. “The longest I’ve ever kept a secret in the entire history of my life!”

“Okay, tell me.”

“Alright, but you can’t say anything. I mean, I wasn’t supposed to say anything either but—”

You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a groan, throwing your pillow at her. “Lee Jiyoon, spit it out you overly dramatic bitch!”

She let out a loud gasp and her pink lips formed into an ‘o’ as she narrowed her eyes at you. “Well now I can’t say it, your attitude was unnecessary.”

“That’s fine with me, I don't ca—”

“Okay fine, you got me,” she interrupted. “Haechan likes you, like, really likes you.”

You blinked and waited for Jiyoon to start laughing, but she stared at you blankly instead. You felt the color drain from your face and your stomach twist in discomfort, her sudden confession catching you off guard.

“Did he—did he say that to you?”

She nodded. “It was when you left our place to hang out with Renjun, he seemed really serious about it,” she began, biting back a smile as she thought back to the event. “And I’ve never said anything to you or him, but sometimes I saw these looks you gave each other, like there was something more.”

You swallowed thickly, waiting for her to continue.

“I brushed it off as nothing, but then I saw you guys the night of the party.” She smiled softly. “Y/N, he adores you. He hasn’t dated since high school, and I know you’re not one for relationships either, but I just… hope you try.”

Here she was, trying to convince you of her brother's feelings when you had been trying to avoid them for weeks on end. You couldn’t lie to yourself and act like you didn’t see it; it didn’t take a genius to figure out from the beginning that this was where your little partnership with Haechan would end up.

You stayed silent for a moment, your eyes trained on the grey sweater she held in her hands. “I don’t know what to say, Ji,” you whispered.

She stood up, dropping the hoodie onto your lap softly. “You don’t have to say anything, just think about it, okay?”

𖥻 09 - CLAY BOWLS

You’d woken up in a cold sweat, your room tinted a murky blue from the light outside and birds chirping loudly in the distance. It felt like you couldn’t move; your eyes remained focused on the ceiling as you placed your hand on your chest to slow your breathing, blinking to adjust to the low light of the room. Jiyoon’s words bounced around in your head while you lay in bed, and you had mulled over your options late into the night before you fell asleep.

Haechan had sent you messages asking how your day had gone and if you ate anything, but they remained unopened. You couldn’t bring yourself to reply, let alone look at the tiny contact photo of him pouting above his name without feeling horrible. It was funny, knowing how you wanted to avoid Haechan like the plague even though you harbored the same feelings as him.

Your phone lit up with a notification, the bright screen casting a light over the ceiling.

[7:00am] haechan: ur prob sleeping, but i hope ur feeling okay

[7:01am] haechan: are we still on for today after my class?

[7:01am] you: i’m up, feeling better. we’re still on

For once, you had to listen to Renjun. You couldn’t keep running away from your problems even if it was easier to avoid them; you didn’t deserve that, and neither did Haechan.

You were able to fall back asleep for a few more hours after your short exchange with Haechan, and by now the sun had fully risen and painted a soft light over your apartment. Your nerves still pulled at your insides, but you tried to subdue the feeling by catching up on your show.

[1:30pm] haechan: i’ll be there soon, i’ll use the spare

A smile tugged at your lips.

[1:30pm] you: alright, see you then :]

A few weeks ago, you’d gotten home to find Haechan sitting on your front steps, his nose a soft pink from sitting in the cold.

“I wanted to see you, but then my phone died and I couldn’t text,” he had explained with a pout.

You remember laughing at his pout before lifting the flower pot beside him and pointing at the silver key. “You can let yourself in next time.”

Now that he knew where the spare was, you’d often find him on the couch watching a show or taking a nap as he hugged the throw blanket you kept there. You didn’t care to admit it made your heart stutter every time you caught him with his mouth agape, soft snores leaving his lips after a “long” day.

The sound of the door opening drew you from your thoughts, and the sight of him so relaxed made your fingers fidget with the rips on your jeans.

He smiled at you, dropping his book bag on the floor. “Hi.”

“Hi. How was class?”

“It was okay,” he replied. “My professor just lectured the whole time, I took a quick nap.”

“Shouldn’t sleep during class, Donghyuck.”

“My legal name? What’s gotten into you?” he joked.

You gave him a half-hearted smile and stood up from the couch, ignoring his watchful stare as you made your way into the kitchen.

“Hey, you okay?” Haechan asked. He tilted his head softly, eyes watching you carefully.

“I just feel tired. Let's get started with the clay, yeah?”

His lips parted as if to speak, but he stopped himself and sat beside you instead, waiting patiently as you slid over a chunk of clay.

“You can knead it for a little bit, soften it up,” you instructed. “I’ll show you how to use the tools when we get to that part.”

His nimble fingers began to change color as he kneaded, thin layers of the clay staining them terracotta.

“Use this little knife to cut stuff out, you can make whatever you’d like,” you said, sliding the tool over to Haechan with your elbow as you continued kneading.

“What’re you gonna make?”

You thought for a moment. “A little plate for my earrings.”

“I’ll make one too then, for my rings. Will you show me?”

You nodded, and although you’d practiced it enough to do it with your eyes closed, you worked slowly so he could copy what you did. He followed your movements carefully and scored the edges of his clay, spreading slip on it with his pointer finger.

Pausing to look over at his work, your eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “You caught on pretty fast,” you mused.

His eyes remained on his project while he attached a separate piece of clay to the base, smoothing over the edges where they met. “I have a great teacher.”

After a few more silent minutes of helping him fix little mistakes and comparing your creations, you put them down together to dry. “I got us air dry clay, that way I don’t have to bake it,” you explained. “We can paint them another day.”

“Y’know, I was expecting something like that scene from Ghost,” he joked. “I was ready for you to wrap your arms around me and teach me.”

You let out a breathy laugh, standing up from the chair and walking towards the sink to wash your hands. “Not today.”

He followed close behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder as you washed your hands. “Hey, seriously. Is everything okay?” he whispered. “You’ve been really quiet.”

Ignoring his question, you lightly shrugged his chin off of you as you scrubbed your hands furiously.

“Hey,” he pushed, reaching over to turn the water off. “What’s your problem?”

“I wasn't done washing my hands.”

A twinge of frustration laced his voice as he spoke, “I don’t care, talk to me.”

You turned around to look at him, his dirty hands resting on his hips as he stared you down. “Nothing’s wrong, Donghyuck.”

“You know you can’t lie to me, right? It’s so obvious when you do,” he snarked. “You can never go to bed without saying goodnight, and yesterday you did that and ignored my messages.”

“You say this like we’re dating. Why do you care?”

He cocked his head to the side, your words stinging as he processed them. “Why do I care? Because something is obviously going on.”

You pushed past him and walked towards your bedroom, his heavy footsteps sounding behind you. “You—you care too much, Donghyuck,” you huffed. “Stop it.”

“I can’t.”

“Well, you should. I’ll even help you out.”

“What are you talking about?” he questioned.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to face him. He stared at you quizzically, his eyebrows pinched together as he waited for you to respond.

“We need a break,” you said bleakly.

Haechan let out a laugh of disbelief, his arms crossed over his chest. “A break from what? Fucking without feelings?” he jeered. “I’d say we’re pretty well past that!”

“I didn’t say that!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“Well you implied it, and that’s as good as anything,” he yelled back. “I’m so fucking in love with you and you can’t see it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and your vision blurred, making Haechan a mosaic of indistinguishable colors. His narrowed eyes softened as he caught sight of a tear rolling down your cheek, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

You collapsed onto the foot of the bed, your hands gripping your thighs. “Haechan you cannot say that to me,” you whispered. “Please don’t use that word.”

“I won’t ever force you into something, you know that,” he said. “But I can’t pretend nothing is going on.”

“Can you at least try? For me?”

He dropped down in front of you, his legs folded beneath him as his hands grabbed yours. They were rough, flakes of dried clay falling onto your jeans. “I know what goes on in my head, baby,” he said. “I can’t pretend, and I don’t want to either.”

By now your tears had begun to fall harder, the wet droplets soaking into your olive shirt and staining it a darker shade. Your face felt hot, the entire room blurry as you tried blinking them back.

“I know something’s going on in that pretty head of yours. I’ve noticed,” Haechan murmured softly. He lifted your chin up and made you look at him, his thumb wiping stray tears from your cheeks. “Say it.”

You shook your head, swallowing back sobs as tears welled up in his eyes. “Please, you’re killing me,” he begged.

He squeezed your hands, hoping to elicit a response from you. You kept shaking your head, lips pressed into a thin line as if someone had sewn them shut for you.

Haechan’s eyes searched your face, hoping to find a silent response from you. The longer you stood quiet the further he strayed from you, and the distraught feeling that snaked itself around his throat made it feel hard to breathe.

After a few more moments of silence, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles and released your hands, letting them fall onto your lap. “That’s all I needed to know,” he mumbled.

You watched him leave the room, his shoulders drooping downward and steps defeated as he walked out with your tears on his hands. Once the door slammed shut, you made your way to the kitchen and sat down in your spot from earlier, staring blankly at his clay bowl.

Maybe he wouldn’t get to paint it after all.

𖥻 10 - REALITY CHECK

Even when he was gone, all you could see was Haechan.

The t-shirts he’d left at your apartment remained untouched in your drawer, his hoodie was still thrown over the arm of your couch, and his now hardened clay bowl remained in the center of your table. It felt like a bad breakup, albeit there was no relationship to break up in the first place.

You couldn’t bring yourself to move his things into a bag or out of your line of sight either; every time you pulled your drawer open to grab a pair of socks, his t-shirts sat there neatly folded, practically taunting you about your biggest fuck up so far. At times you thought about getting rid of them, but you knew the reason everything remained the same in your apartment was because a part of you hoped he’d come back. You hoped he’d be sleeping on your couch after you got home one day, or maybe he’d join you in finally painting the clay bowls you had made together. You hoped that even after you fucked up, he’d be able to see the good in you.

“Why does he have to see the good in you?” Your head snapped up and you met Renjun’s eyes, his brows pinched together in confusion.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah, dumbass,” he muttered. “Why does he have to be the one who comes to you?”

You rubbed your arm, lips quirked to the side in thought. “I just, y’know, want him to understand I didn’t mean it,” you mumbled.

Renjun leaned forward in his chair, interlocking his fingers. “To be honest, I wouldn’t want anything to do with you. You know you have feelings for him, why couldn’t you admit that when he was bearing his soul to you like you were in some shitty Shakespeare play?”

“I was scared!” you exclaimed. “He was laying it all on me, and I just didn’t know what to say.”

“We’ve literally gone over this,” the raven-haired boy groaned, “don’t fuck things up for yourself because you’re scared.”

“Y’know, that’s really easy for you to say considering it’s not happening to you!”

He scoffed. “Damn straight. I don’t need anyone,” he said matter-of-factly, “but you two idiots need each other.”

“I guess so,” you muttered. “I regret pushing him away.”

“I told you not to.”

You rested your chin in the palm of your hand, eyes squinted in his direction. “You’re a shitty therapist, Huang.”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing?” he asked sarcastically. “I wasn’t aware, give me a minute.”

You watched in amusement as he straightened his posture and picked up his glasses from the table, placing the thin frame on his slender nose bridge. “Therapist Huang is ready to see you now. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

“Wait, before we start, are you charging by the hour?” you asked, stifling a laugh. “I only have five dollars in cash.”

He pursed his lips for a moment, thinking to himself. “I’ll charge by how much emotional baggage you have,” Renjun said. “And don’t worry about paying, I also take Venmo and PayPal.”

A fake smile was plastered on his face as he finished speaking, earning a loud laugh from you.

“It’s nice to see you laughing now,” he mused, a smile tugging at his lips. “I know you’re still upset, but there’s no point in being stuck on what you didn’t do—focus on what you can do.”

You gave him a thumbs up. “You’re like a walking inspirational quotes page.”

Renjun let out a frustrated sigh and pinched his nose bridge. “Thank you for ruining my moment.”

“I’m only encouraging you!”

He shook his head and took his glasses off again, the wiry frame hitting the table with a soft clang! as he set them down. “Therapy session over,” he deadpanned. “Let's get down to business.”

“What business?”

“The business. Keep up!” Renjun groaned. “What’re you gonna tell Haechan?”

You leaned your chin on your palm, lips pursed in thought. “Well, I’d like to apologize to h—”

“Well no shit.” Renjun’s eyes widened as he realized what he said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

You glared at him. “As I was saying, I wanna apologize properly, y’know? Explain myself to him, profess my undying love, the sorts.”

“So we’re just gonna skip over the whole ‘undying love’ thing?” Your best friend looked at you with low eyes, annoyance written across his face.

Waving Renjun off, you crossed one leg over the other. “Yes, we don’t have enough time for that,” you sighed. “What should I do? Hold a boombox outside of his window?”

“I know that’s supposed to be a joke, but I wouldn’t put it past you,” he grimaced. “So that’s gonna be a fat ass no from me.”

“Okay, party pooper,” you muttered, putting your hands up in mock surrender, “I’ll go the simple route.”

“And what exactly is that?”

“Well I can’t say, that ruins the element of surprise.”

“You have no clue what you’re gonna do, do you?” Renjun deadpanned.

Your lips formed a tight line, cheeks puffing up as if stuffed with food. “I have no idea.”

𖥻 11 - BROCCOLI CHEDDAR SOUP

You were procrastinating. Hard.

A few days had passed since your conversation with Renjun and you’d done nothing to further your plan of winning Haechan back. This wasn’t a complicated, forty-step mission that you had to accomplish, you just needed to see him and apologize.

No ungodly amount of shitty reality TV or holiday movies were able mask the fact you couldn’t stop thinking about Haechan either, but he felt further away with every day that passed. Things were empty without him, to the point where you wished you could go back to him keeping an unnecessary amount of clothing at your apartment just so you’d have the opportunity to tease him about it.

Every room in your apartment had a memory of him attached to it too, like a never ending reminder you had to fix this. You could imagine him sleeping on the couch, a thin blanket pulled up to his chin and soft lashes fluttering against the tops of his cheekbones, or sitting on your bed while you tried on clothes and asked for his opinion (although it often ended with him wolf-whistling annoyingly loud).

Falling back onto the sofa, a huff of air escaped your lips. “It’s just a fuckin’ apology,” you muttered to yourself. “Think.”

It wasn’t until your stomach grumbled loudly and you checked your phone that you got an idea. You got off the couch abruptly, pulling on your coat and nearly tipping over as you tried putting your sneakers on with one hand.

It was Sunday, and that meant broccoli cheddar soup at the diner.

The December air was sharp, prickling at your skin and nose enough for your eyes to brim with tears. You waited for him to answer the door, holding the styrofoam container of soup close to your chest in hopes of easing the freezing cold. As you were about to knock your knuckles against the door again, it swung open.

Haechan looked at you in surprise, his pink lips parted as he focused on your face. His hair was longer now, tufts of caramel-colored strands covering the tops of his ears and eyebrows. The white t-shirt he wore hung on his body perfectly, and even in the light of winter it contrasted beautifully against his tanned skin.

“Oh, uh, Jiyoon isn’t ho—”

“I’m not here for her,” you breathed out, your words accompanied by white puffs of air. “I’m here for you.”

Confusion flashed in his eyes but he opened the door wider anyway, letting you into the warm house.

“Those are my sweats,” he said softly.

As confused as he was, his heart swelled while looking at you. The black puffer jacket you wore was zipped all the way up to your chin, the fluffy material giving you the appearance of a child well prepared for a day of playing in snow. His sweatpants were too long and bunched up around your ankles, the gray material flowing onto the tongue of your sneakers.

You set the soup down and looked down at your legs, cheeks burning in embarrassment. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention this morning,” you murmured.

He shook his head and smiled softly. “It’s okay, they look better on you anyway,” he replied reassuringly. “But uh, did you need something?”

“Yes, kind of. I wanna tell you I’m sorry,” you said carefully, unzipping your jacket. “And I brought us soup.”

A dulcet laugh escaped his heart-shaped lips at the mention of the soup, his tired eyes crinkling at the corners. “Let's talk first, yeah?”

You nodded and followed him to the sofa, your knees knocking together softly as you sat beside each other.

“Hyuck, I really wasn’t thinking straight,” you mumbled, wringing your hands together. “I’m sorry. I thought that—I don’t know… maybe denying what I was feeling would go better for us, but I was wrong.”

He nodded, beckoning you to continue.

“I was so scared that it would ruin things between us, but I did that all by myself,” you laughed dryly. “It felt like a bad dream; all I wanted was to wake up and see you taking over my house again.”

He let out a small laugh at that, his cheeks tinted a soft pink. “Y’know, I really wanted to call you,” he began, “but I just… I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”

“I should have been honest with you. It wasn’t fair to you or me,” you admitted, hesitantly grabbing one of his hands.

Haechan ran his thumb across your knuckles, remaining quiet for a moment before speaking, “I think both of us should have been more honest from the beginning… but thanks for apologizing.” A smile played on his lips; not enough for the skin around his eyes to crinkle, but enough for you to know it was genuine.

“Maybe we can… go back and start over?” you suggested softly.

He nodded, shaking your hand. “I’m Donghyuck, but you can call me Haecha—”

A loud laugh escaped your lips, your hand coming up to swat his shoulder. “Not that far back, dumbass!”

𖥻 12 - NO MORE SECRETS

Haechan liked when you were vulnerable.

He liked when you didn’t wipe your tears away during sad scenes of sappy films, and he liked when you told him exactly how you felt without beating around the bush. You didn’t hide from him anymore; he could explore you with both his words and calloused hands without you holding back.

He liked when you shared, too. Spoonfuls of your soup, the expensive face wash you used, even your endless amount of paint tubes in that clear bag on the side of your desk.

“Hey, earth to loverboy,” you called to him, waving your hand in his face. “Pass me the blue paint, please.”

He reached over to grab the tube and screwed the cap off, handing it to you. “Y’know, you’re way better at this than I am. Maybe you can paint mine.”

“Nope, it’s your bowl. You paint it.”

“Please,” he groaned, dragging out the word, “I’ll give you a bajillion kisses if you do.” He blinked rapidly, trying to sway you with the flutter of his lashes and the pout that graced his lips.

“You look dumb,” you laughed. “Plus, you can’t give me a bajillion kisses. That number doesn’t exist, and your lips would fall off.”

Haechan paused for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing in thought as he turned to you.

“What are you doing?” You squinted at him.

“I’m just… thinking of my science experiment.” He shrugged. “You’ll be my lab rat, right?”

“A fuckin lab rat? What are yo—”

He squished your cheeks between his hands as he began to pepper kisses along your face, a laugh escaping your mouth as his lips sloppily pressed against your cheek.

“Let me go! That’s enough!” you cackled, pushing him away by his shoulders. “What kind of science experiment is that?”

“I think I got close to a bajillion kisses,” he said cheekily, leaning back into his chair. “Lips are still attached, babe.”

You shook your head, a faint smile on your face as you began painting again. “So annoying, Donghyuck.”

He stared at you silently, unaware of the way his lips curled into a grin as you worked. “Hey, can I tell you something?”

Humming in response, you continued to brush blue paint onto the terracotta bowl.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Your head shot up in surprise, eyes slightly widened and glittering from the reflection of the light above your kitchen table. “I love you too,” you mumbled, leaning over to kiss his lips softly.

There was no more sneaking around in his bedroom or car, and no rushing to leave before you were seen or telling little white lies. He could hold you softly and love you loudly, with no fear of what would happen next.

Haechan liked not having any more secrets, but he loved that you were finally his.

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[yunho-1999]

Looks can be deceiving

pairing: religious!mark × femalereader

words: 3.2k+

summary: You're known for sleeping around but since you got a crush on Mark you stopped doing so as he was really religious and your reputation would make him dislike you. What you didn't know is that he already hated you. But one day he decided to take advantage of the little crush you had on him.

genre: smut

warnings: mark is really mean, like seriously, he's MEAN, choking, crying, use of derogatory names such as 'slut', kinda has a plot (?), cursing, reader is in love with Mark Lee, slapping, spitting, oral (m receiving), use of force, drunk characters, the nickname 'church boy' is used a lot, pet play for like two seconds, and probably more

You looked at the boy while bitting your lower lip. How could you not when he looked so hot while playing hockey? Even if this was just a practice game for the real one tomorrow. The game that you were gladly attending.

Not only to see the hottie Mark Lee himself, but because one of his team members was your best friend.

"If you keep looking at him like that you're gonna scare him" you could practically hear how he rolled his eyes.

"How can I not Jeno, have you seen him?" you looked at your friend with desperate eyes seeing Jaemin next to him, laughing at you.

"Y/n why don't you just go and talk with him? It's not like the church boy is going to bite you" he shrugged.

"I bet she would like that" you immediately hit Jaemin's arm "oh shut up. And I can't just talk to him. Are you stupid? I don't think I'm exactly his type honestly. And you know the extent of religious Mark is"

"You're no ones type sweetie" you heard Haechan snicker behind you. "That's why I can't go and talk to him."

"If you didn't have your whore reputation it wouldn't be a problem" you glared at the man next to you "You have no right to say that Hyuck, you're worse than I am. And also, I've been holding back since my crush on Mark..."

"That's true, but, I'm not trying to make a church girl fall in love with me, so I'm good" he sent a wink in your direction and you just gagged. 

"What's taking you guys so long?"

You looked up just to see Mark right there, looking at the guys with the most attractive frown you had ever seen.

"Don't drool babe" Hyuck whispered in your ear before standing up "Sorry, we just got distracted talking to Y/n"

You wished your eyes deceived you when you saw Mark looking at you with a disgusted face. "Well we have more important things to do. The game is tomorrow. And I don't want to loose" he walked away making your heart sink.

"See you later bestie" You heard Jaemin say with a big smile, and you nodded weakly waving goodbye to the boys.

You just couldn't believe the way Mark looked at you. Did he really hate you?

"Yo, why were you guys talking to her...?" the boy asked looking around taking in his friends reactions to the question "she's my best friend since we were five" Jeno answered, already knowing what Mark was thinking about "And don't worry, we don't want to fuck her. Or the other way around. She's just our friend Mark."

"Well actually-" Haechan was about to speak up, Jeno immediately giving him a death glare. "Yeah- she's just our friend..."

"I just. Don't like her. I've heard the things she does. And bro, why? Doesn't she have self respect?"

"Because some people just want to have fun Mark. Just because you're a boring ass person who doesn't even go out doesn't mean people who do are wrong. And in all honesty, it's her body, her rules. If she wants to do that. She will." Jeno couldn't stand when people judged you by your actions, it just made him angry.

"It's not that Jeno. And you know. She's a girl, she should be more careful. Just saying"

"Are you literally slut shaming my best friend in front of my face Mark?" if looks could kill, Mark would be more than dead now.

"It's not exactly that. It's just, I don't know. I don't think it's appropriate. That's it. Also, you said it not me"

"Just because your religion tells you it's bad, it doesn't mean it is. The church isn't always right"

"Jeno- don't go there" Jaemin whispered, but it was too late.

"Yes, I'll go there. He can insinuate my best friend is a slut but I can't tell him that the church is brainwashing him? Doesn't seem fair" his voice sounded more aggressive now, anger filling his whole body.

"Brainwashing me? Oh please Jeno. At least I don't go to parties and sleep with everyone like a prostitute" That was the final straw. Jeno's patience completely gone.

"You know what? Fuck you Mark. You have no rights to say that. You're the most stupid piece of shit I've ever met. And I swear that if you say anything else about y/n I will beat you up." he turned around throwing the hockey stick to the floor. Ready to go.

"And I'm the one brainwashed" Mark whispered under his breath.

"What did you say? What did you fucking say Mark Lee?" he turned around.

From afar you could see the whole situation going down. And you couldn't help but want to interfere. You couldn't let Jeno, or Mark, get hurt.

You ran towards them, Jaemin trying to back you away from the two boys, but you pushed him, getting to Jeno.

"Let's just go okay? It's not worth it, and you know" you held onto his arm. Ignoring the absolute hate stare from the one you loved.

His gaze hurt, it hurt so much, even more than when people insulted you. It made you feel like shit. No one had ever looked at you like that. And you definitely didn't like it.

You walked away with your best friend, going with him towards the gates of the school.

"I'm sorry..." you mumbled your insecurities filling up your mind "What? Y/n why are you sorry? You literally didn't do anything" you sighed knowing that wasn't true "I went to the practice, I should have just stayed at home" he immediately stopped you, holding onto your shoulders "No. I invited you. If that asshole stayed quiet nothing of this would have happened. He's definitely not worth it y/n."

"But he's right Jeno... It's not like he's the first one to say that-" "Don't you dare say that again. There's is nothing wrong with what you do. As you said before, Hyuck is worse and Mark doesn't seem to have a problem with it. He's being a disgusting sexist human being. So please, don't go after him. It's not work it. It really isn't" his eyes seemed sincere, and you knew they were.

Jeno always worried for you, no matter what. He always took care of you. You were like his sister. And he needed to protect you. 

"Okay, I won't. I promise" you nodded.

Oh how that was a lie. Even you knew that you would keep going after the boy. You were in too deep. Too in love to care about if it hurt or not.

  

"Hey Mark, I need to tell you something"

"What do you want Haechan?" he asked while sighing his face turned into a frown.

"Well I know this girl that's literally in love with you" Mark's eyes widened upon hearing that "what? who?" curiosity filled his whole body.

"Hm, I don't know if I should tell you. I doubt you'll like the answer anyway" he shrugged his shoulders while walking away. Mark followed right after holding his shoulder.

"No. Tell me. I want to know. Please" Hyuck smirked and turned around "Do you really want to know?" the boy only nodded.

"it's y/n" he smiled expecting Mark's reaction "what?! you're joking right?"

"I'm actually not, like she hasn't been sleeping with any guys because of you. Like she likes you a lot" 

"Oh really...? That's actually interesting..." his head immediately started filling itself with thoughts of you.

"okay hear me out. Why don't you just fuck her? Just like the girls at the parties when we win a game. Use that in your advantage." his pointer finger went towards his friends head poking it once. 

"It's not a bad idea. She sleeps around with everyone anyways..." he shrugged. "But don't tell anyone. You know I have a reputation." he warned Hyuck while looking at him intensely.

"don't worry, I won't tell. We have to keep your good boy reputation anyways. And that wouldn't be very church boy from you" he laughed.

"Please Hyuck, really. Don't tell anyone. I don't want my mom knowing about this"

"I won't don't worry. Now, I'll host a party tomorrow. Please come. In both ways" he chuckled.

"Oh shut up" Mark answered while giggling

Loud music played through the speakers. Your mind was already fuzzy while you danced. You had been drinking beer, and not only that, you also took a few shots of vodka. Making you really loosen up. Your body moving from side to side while you smiled widely. You could see a few familiar faces around you, but your true friends where nowhere to be seen.

You frowned slightly at that, they were with you just a few seconds ago. Where did they go? You thought before stumbling out of the dance floor, well, it was actually Haechan's living room. But anyways that wasn't important right now. As you walked towards the kitchen a hand held yours. You immediately looked back, just to see Mark there.

He was also pretty much drunk. His eyes glossy and a smile on his face. His cheeks slightly red. You smiled back, he looked so beautiful like that. And you couldn't help but admire him. Your heart beating faster.

"Hey y/n" he giggled leaning closer "you look pretty today. Well you always do, but, today you just look very pretty" his hand went towards your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.

Deep inside you questioned why he was being like that when a few days ago he absolutely despised you. Maybe alcohol was making him think straight? Or maybe he was acting how he really wanted to act. Without his good religious boy facade.

"thank you" you quickly answered your face heating up "it's nothing" he giggled once again his thumb caressing your skin "hey, y/n I was thinking, maybe we could go somewhere less crowded. just you and me" he whispered in your ear. Your body shivered under his expectant gaze and you couldn't help but nod almost desperately.

He laughed at you before holding your hand, taking you to that familiar room you knew very well. Haechan's to be specific.

He immediately pinned you to the wall, his soft eyes changing into lustful ones. Making you smile to yourself. "Are you just gonna stare at me like that or are you actually going to-"

A loud gasp left your lips when he held your neck with one of his hands, choking you. "Listen up bitch. You're going to do exactly what I tell you. Don't you dare complain, or tell me what to do. I'm the one in charge here. Got it? I hope you did. Now put that filthy mouth of yours to good use. I know you are good with it. I've heard all about you"

Your mind wasn't really thinking properly, and everything felt just like a dream. Was Mark being like that with you for real? You just couldn't believe it. He always looked so good, so innocent.

And just like that you were pushed onto your knees. Your mouth involuntarily opening, just to feel Mark's fingers. "Open wide." he smirked seeing you comply so easily "you must really like me" he laughed before spitting into your mouth. "swallow everything." he ordered and once again you did just as he said.

"such a good slut, I can see why everyone wants to use you" his hands started working on the buttons of his pants and soon enough he pulled them down along his underwear.

He shoved his whole length on your mouth making you gag slightly as you didn't expect him to use so much force with you. It was like he was doing it with hate. And not because he really wanted to.

His moves were fast, hitting the back of your throat various times. Suddenly he stopped moving while his cock was still all the way in. Making the task of breathing quite hard.

"What does it feel being used like this? I bet you like it don't you? You fucking slut. Not a drop of shame. You really should be embarrassed of being like this, what would your mother say if she saw you sleeping around like a whore? You're a disappointment."

Your eyes watered at that, for some reason it hurt way more than you expected. Those words felt like blades going straight to your heart.

"Aww, is the poor little slut going to cry now? I thought you could handle the truth. Because that's what it is. The cold hard truth. And if you don't like it, it's your fault."

You held back your tears, wiping them with your hands. Feeling pathetic. You really thought for a second that he liked you. But he didn't. He clearly didn't like you at all.

"Fuck-" he started moving his hips once again, and then he came in your mouth. "Swallow it. Be grateful that I'm even touching you"

You swallowed everything and looked up at him with teary eyes. But he didn't feel bad at all. The other way around, he felt like you deserved the humiliation.

"Should I fuck you here on the floor? Or should I take you to the bed? Do you even deserve that?" he held you by the necklace. Like a makeshift leash.

"crawl to the bed, like the good bitch you are" he started pulling on the metal around your neck and you couldn't help but position yourself on all fours going to the bed.

"I think we should get rid of this skimpy dress you're wearing. You even dress like a slut, it's shocking." He ripped the dress in two pieces making you whine "what did you do?!" you said reaching for the pieces of fabric on his hands.

"shut up. I didn't tell you to talk. I don't want to hear you say anything but my name when I fuck you. Got it?" he threw the material away to the floor and you frowned at him crossing your arms.

"Do you think you're intimidating?" he tilted his head raising one of his eyebrows. His hand reached for your neck and he gripped it tightly once more. Now delivering a slap to your face leaving you too stunned to speak "because you look pathetic" he mumbled before letting you go again.

He quickly took off your underwear, throwing them somewhere. Not really caring about where they would land. He knew Haechan wouldn't mind either.

He pushed you down on the bed and hovered above you. One of his hands was besides your head and the other one was already aligning his tip to your entrance.

You wanted to complain, say it wasn't fair that he was fully clothed. That he didn't even prepare you before. But at the same you were scared he would simply go away. At the end of the day something was better than nothing to you.

He thrusted into you at once, making you moan loudly. He immediately covered your mouth with one of his hands.

"Don't be loud. I don't want anyone coming here and seeing this. It would be a shame for me to be seen like this with you. I don't want my reputation ruined because of a slut like you"

He started moving, he went hard, without pity. His hand soon left your mouth to hold onto your neck. You couldn't even let out moans if you wanted to as they came out choked because of his grip.

"After this don't you dare tell anyone this happened. Not even your stupid little friend. Got it? Because if you do, I'll make sure everyone knows your stupid crush on me. I'll humiliate you in front of everyone." his grip tighten and you couldn't help but hold his wrist.

"But I bet you would like that wouldn't you? It wouldn't be so much different from your normal life. You already humiliate yourself enough" his movements started to become sloppy as he felt his high approaching.

"Did you really think I would like you? You're so fucking stupid. Who would even like you? You're just a fucktoy. No one wants to date a slut like you. You'll be alone forever."

Tears started streaming down your cheeks, his words kept digging deep. It was like he knew exactly what to say to hurt you. To make you feel like shit. And still, you wanted him to like you. You wanted him to see the real you.

"Fuck- I'm cumming-" and just like that he came inside of you.

He pulled away quickly and then stood up. He pulled his pants and underwear up and then left. Without even looking at you one last time. Making sure you knew he didn't want anything to do with you.

You covered your face with both of your hands, tears streaming down your cheeks. You felt like the worst person on earth. Like everything he said was true. The person you loved thought that about you, all those mean things. He hated you. Despised even.

You weren't worth it.

"Haechan why did you take us to the fucking backyard?! There are no hotties here" Jaemin whined while shaking his friend by the shoulders "fucking wait. something epic is happening, and we can't interrupt" he laughed almost evilly making Jeno frown. 

"What did you do?" his friend simply shrugged his shoulders smiling "What the fuck did you do Haechan? Why didn't you bring y/n?" Jeno looked around not seeing you there "Donghyuck. Tell me right now what did you do before I punch you." his eyebrows furrowed as he grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt.

"I may have helped y/n with the Mark situation" he giggled and wiggled his eyebrows "Are you fucking stupid?!" Jeno pushed Haechan away, the boy looking at him confused "what do you mean?"

"Mark doesn't like y/n, and you fucking know Haechan. You know. You let him use my friend like it's nothing you dumbass" Jeno started to get stressed and Jaemin quickly noticed.

"We should go search for y/n Jeno... And make sure she's okay" he gave Hyuck a death glare before entering the house with his friend.

They searched for you everywhere until they found you crying inside of Haechan's room, completely naked and hugging yourself.

"Y/n..." Jeno immediately ran towards you hugging you tightly, placing your head in his chest "That fucking asshole... I'm sorry I let you alone" he caressed your back gently his head on top of yours.

"It's not your fault, it's mine for letting him" you said between sobs.

You felt the bed sink behind you, making you know that someone else was there. Probably Jaemin.

"I'll make him pay. I swear I will. He's not going to get away with this." he stood up and kissed the top of your head before leaving the room. Searching for Mark.

Jaemin quickly embraced you, making you lay on his chest while he covered both of your bodies with the bedsheets. Not giving a fuck if Hyuck wanted to sleep there tonight.

"Oh princess..." he caressed your head softly as you sobbed his hand making it's way to your neck. He quickly noticed the red marks of Mark's hands and that made him frown "He's such a hypocrite I can't believe it..."

"he doesn't like me Jaemin, he- he hates me so much. I don't know what I did wrong" your crying augmented and Jaemin couldn't help but feel bad.

"You did nothing wrong. He's the problem not you"

♡。・゜ 　♡ 。　　・　゜ ♡ 。・゜♡ 。　　・

→ part two: Nothing is what it looks like

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[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[12:06 am]

(warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, penis joke??)

“Watch your step,” You told Yuta quietly.

He stopped completely and stood up straight, no longer hunched forward. You sighed, maybe he could finally get himself to the bed. He took one step, then another, and then once again leaned against the wall. 

“It’s soft,” Yuta said softly, one hand petting the wall. Strange.

You smiled, pulling an arm of his around your shoulders to continue to the room, just a few feet left. Yuta was so heavy, it was almost like he was trying to be more difficult right now. You knew he wasn’t, he was just drunk but damn, this was a bigger struggle than you had thought it would be.

Last time Yuta went out, he was the one helping the younger members get home and making sure they would be set for the next morning, but not this time. You had opened the door to find Johnny and Taeyong with sheepish smiles and apologies. He had gotten carried away and then claimed the shots and beers had no effect on him as he bounced and screamed along to the songs in the karaoke bar like a “rock star.” What they had assumed to be a very hyper, happy-go-lucky Yuta, actually turned out to be a Yuta on the brink of blacking out. The three bottles of water they made him chug on the way home seemed to help, but very little. 

You grunted out a “finally” plopping Yuta onto the mattress. You pushed your hair back, hands on your hips with a sigh, the hard part was over. You pulled out a t-shirt for Yuta to sleep in, walking back over to the man who was laying on the bed completely sprawled out. He had his eyes closed, but his hands were running over the bed over and over again with little giggles escaping him every few seconds. 

“Let’s get you out of those clothes, love.” You said softly, almost like you were speaking to a child. 

He held his arms out, allowing you to pull him up. You unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them off his legs and pulled off his socks to leave him in his boxers. You took his flannel off next, and began take off his shirt before his hand stopped you. 

“I don’t want you to see,” he mumbled shyly, his head coming to rest on your shoulder as he hid his face.

“Are you shy, babe? I love you no matter what, you know that right?”

“It’s something stupid.” 

“A piercing or a tattoo?” You asked, he responded with a shake of his head.”Did you fall? Are you hurt?” You asked again, reaching to pull the shirt up once again.

“No, I let Hyuck write something stupid on me after he finished his drink before me. I shouldn’t have challenged him.”

He finally let you pull the shirt up, revealing a collage of Hyuck’s handwriting and doodles. A collection of his signature, smiley faces, hearts, stars, squiggles, what looked like a dog, and the main attraction. A giant arrow pointing down toward... little Yuta. 

“He’s a very talented guy, arms up please.” You chuckled. He obeyed, arms up high so you could change him into something more comfortable for sleep. He could clean himself up in the shower tomorrow. Plus, it would be a funny to see his confused reaction.

You laid him under the sheets, kissing his cheek before you gathered the hangover essentials. A trash can right beside the bed, a glass of water and two aspirin on his night stand. You made sure the blinds were pulled tight and slid into bed next to him. You had no energy left after helping him in, barely enough energy to remember he hadn’t brushed his teeth or washed his face. But you could tell you were both just too exhausted to get through that now.

“Did you read what he wrote?” Yuta asked, words slurred no longer with alcohol but with sleep. One of his arms slid over your waist, pulling you closer to him so that you were just inches away from each other.

“No, I just saw his name a bunch of times.”

“It said ‘lick me’ at the bottom of the arrow, told him not to write that. He doesn’t listen to me, he drew a penis on Mark. Poor Mark.”

You laughed, placing a kiss on his forehead, watching as his eyelids drooped lower and lower. “Poor you, your headache is going to be a bitch in the morning.”

He hummed in sleepy agreement, “Love you.”

“Love you more, rock star.”

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A/N: idk what this is exactly,, requests are open

[hyuuckly]

f i r s t t i m e w/ t h e m

— mark and 00’ dream line x fem!reader

— 1.7k words

— smut

warnings: dom!idols, overstimulation, squirting throatfucking, pet names, cockwarming, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, pussy slapping, spitting

‹ mark lee ›

i think mark would be the type to ask you if you’re okay with it every other minute because he wouldn’t wanna do anything that’ll hurt you or make you uncomfortable. but once you reassure him for the hundredth time that you’re completely okay with anything he does, he won’t hold back. after asking seven times (at least), and he gets that sure and confident look of yours, oh boy, he will not hold back. definitely the type to slap and grab your ass constantly while he’s thrusting into you. his pace would be slow and steady at first but once you adjust to his size, he’ll snap harder. i think he’d keep his pace slow but the power of his thrust would literally knock you out. i also think he’d be vocal, but moaning and grunting wise. not much talking from him during your first time together because he’s too nervous to come up with sentences. mark would pin your hands above your head when you reach over to try and rub your clit because he wants you to come from only his cock. and he succeeds. he’d also be the type to lick your neck when he sees you sweating. he’d whisper pet names such as baby, princess, babygirl, and kitten into your ear but he’d sound so desperate and fucked out when doing so. he’d want to cum in you if you were okay with it, and he loves to overstimulate you both so he’d continue fucking into you. he’d make sure you cum on his cock twice before pulling out of you. he’d lick the cum out of your pussy but very quickly so you don’t cum again and pass out lmao. overall, mark would definitely make sure you’re completely comfortable with doing it and will literally fuck your brains out steadily the second you give him the green light.

‹ huang renjun ›

ugh renjun would be so gentle with you. i don’t see much foreplay for the first time having sex with him, though. just a lot of groping and touching and feeling your entire body up. he’d be the type to place kisses all over your chest, neck, stomach, face, and thighs while groping your breast and ass. small whispers of praises too, to make sure you feel beautiful. he would also jack himself off while he sucks on your nipples, and he’d make you touch yourself so you guys just watch each other pleasure yourselves. at one point, he’ll just stop whatever he’s doing and admire your body sprawled on the bed, looking so helplessly and desperate for his cock. his dick would jump at the view of your glistening pussy, so ready for him. he’d go slow when entering you, i think he’d tease you for being so tight. “god, darling, so snug around me. hmm let me ruin you.” yeah, he screams corruption kink to me. he would keep a slow pace the whole time but his thrusts are so fucking deep. he’d kiss and suck your tongue while fucking you too. he would bite your collarbones and lick them right after to ease the sting. his moans would sound like whimpers, i think. the look on his face would be so dominant and dark but the noises that escape him would sound broken. renjun is also the type to lightly choke you for the first time, but his grip will gradually tighten overtime. he makes sure you cum first, then he finishes on your bare stomach then picks up his cum with his fingers and makes you lick them clean. ideally, he’d want to decorated your face with his cum or finish in your mouth, but he saves that for when you feel more comfortable.

‹ lee jeno ›

you cannot tell me that jeno is not an ass person. this man would literally go crazy when he sees your bare ass for the first time. he’d make you lay on your stomach on his lap so he could have the perfect view. i think the first time with jeno would be so so so touchy and intense. he’d give you light spanks because he loves to see the way your ass jiggles. he’d also slightly thrust up into you when your laying down on lap unconsciously because he’s just that horny. he’d also finger you in this position, making sure you cum at least two times before taking his monstrous cock (bc we all know he’s packing). he’d coo at you so much, clicking his tongue every time you jolt from the sensitivity. once he thinks your ready, he’d waste no time being inside of you. so no blowjob for him, yet. he’d carry your body so you could lay on your back, and he’s definitely the type to take his dick and tease your clit with it, spreading your juices all around. god, jeno would be ruthless. immediately starts with a rough pace, not fast, but rough. reaches your g-stop with no problem. he would grab your hair and make you maintain eye contact with him while he’s fucking you up and would spit in your mouth then kiss you messily right after. he would make you cum with his dick then he’d pull out but would aim his cum on your clit and slit then spreads it around your pussy with his tip. then he’d lick you clean, making you cum for the fourth time!

‹ lee donghyuck ›

this dude would be such an annoying ass tease! hyuck would mockingly praise you and make cooing noises every time you’d whine when he’d purposely miss your clit when fingering you. this mf would not shut his mouth, he’d be so good at dirty talk ugh (his gemini popping off). he’d be the type to call you his cumslut, cockslut, whore, yeah you get the point. you’d be such a pillow princess with him lmfao. he’d eat you out so well, and would literally not stop eating you out until you yank him off by his hair which he loves and could literally cum from the feeling of the harsh tug. even when you yank him off, he gives you a moment to catch your breath but gets back to work. would definitely make you squirt and he’d drink it all up. “look at my pretty whore, such a slut for my tongue, aren’t you.” whenever you’d close your eyes or look up at the ceiling, he’d pinch your thigh or ass or both because he wants your eyes on him constantly. the only one who’d let you suck his cock during your first time. oh you think you’d have control when sucking him off? nah. he’d fuck your throat. you’d be kneeling for him, looking up at him with doe eyes and he’d admire the view from above, caressing your face and hair before he slides himself in your mouth. he’d be decent and give you time to adjust to his thickness (bc he’s packing too) before going in completely. he’d hold your face steady and just fuck into your mouth, but won’t cum just yet. he’d pull you off the second he feels his climax approaching and push you down so you lay on your back. he gives you a few harsh pussy slaps with his thick cock before entering you. his girth is so thick and would definitely stretch you out. he’d overstimulate you, rubbing your clit hard and fast and sucking on your nipples, flicking his tongue around them while drilling into you incredibly fast. he’d definitely want to cum in you if you let him, but if not, he’d be okay with cumming in your mouth.

‹ na jaemin ›

he is such a soft dom omg. he’d have so many pet names for you. darling, angel, love, sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, everything! “pretty girl, will you let me take care of you? love you?” he could spend all day eating you out because he’s addicted to the way you taste and react to every single motion of his tongue. he would also buy you lingerie to wear if you planned your first time beforehand, and wouldn’t take it off of you because you look so beautiful in it. he’d only pushed your bra up to show your breasts and panties to the side to reveal your wet cunt. he would finger you and suck your clit into oblivion. also another member to make you squirt from eating you out so well and for so long. the squirting would only encourage him to keep going until he literally cannot breathe. he would maintain eye contact when eating you out and would wink at one point just to tease you. he won’t let you suck him off even if you beg because he wants the focus to be on you. even though he would eat your pussy for majority of the time, he won’t let you come on his tongue because he wants to feel your pussy tighten as you cum around his cock instead. he’d enter you carefully, kissing you while doing so in order to distract you from the pain. once he sees all signs of discomfort go away, this boy will not hold back. i don’t think he’d choke you but he’d definitely grip your hips and your breasts so tightly that it lowkey hurts but you honestly don’t care at the moment. not when he’s fucking you so well, he’d hit your g-spot every single time. he’d switch your positions so you’d be on top of him but he’d still be the one thrusting into you because he doesn’t want his princess to be doing any work. he would definitely suck on your titties like it’s the last day on earth while fucking up into you. he’d admire the way they’d bounce at every thrust and could cum from the sight. yeah jaemin’s a tits guy. he would have his sly ass smile on display while fucking you too. you and him would cum at the same time and he’d finish inside. jaemin would move you so you could lay down comfortably but will not pull out because he wants his cum to stay inside (if you’re on birth control). you guys would fall asleep while his cock would still be in you because it feels so warm and comfy.

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

Mark Lee

so we all know mark is a quite expressive person with his emotions

and come on when playing video games we all rage and throw fits so emotions are running especially high ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

what i’m trying to say is that mark is yelling, banging fists against his desk, laughing his ass off and pissing you off

i mean mark’s laugh is very cute and ENTIRE BLESSING TO HEAR but ♡ sleep ♡ is also precious 

but mark can’t hear your exaggerated sighs nor see your ever-lasting pout

so you lift your tired self from the bed and plop down on his lap

mark : “hUH??¿¿ B-BABE?!¿¿” （＊〇□〇）……！

haechan, audible through the headphones: mark, not in front of the boys, you wild beast (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

mark opens his mouth to shout in protest but you bury your head in his shoulder and let out a soft whine and mark.just.COMBUSTS!!!

he grumbles something about how haechan is due for a good beating and nuzzles the side of his face against the top of your head  ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

whenever he has a break and doesn’t need both hands to play, he brings one arm around you, cuddling you closer to himself and running his hand along the length of your spine

or just LAYS HIS HAND ON YOUR THIGH askfafwsr- ya know (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

doesn’t have the heart to break the atmsophere even after he shuts down his computer and just cocoons you in his warm arms and hums a song softly as you doze off intertwined together UwU

Huang Renjun

you’re just trying to be cute and create a romantic enviroment as you cuddle up to your boyfriend who is immersed in his game

“y/n?” his voice is soft, almost a hush and it could almost lull you to sleep

“yeah?” ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

“i can’t see because of your head”

FIRST HIT HOME but you didn’t give up of course, just flattened your cheek against his shoulder to accomodate his complaint 

just as you settle downs drowsily, glued to his frint, he covers his mic to grumble to you again  ಠ╭╮ಠ

“it’s getting hot” 

SECOND HIT HOME and you’re starting to get discouraged as you scoot a little further away from his body and loosen the grip of your hands around his neck (๑′°︿°๑)

but of course ever grumpy renjun still had complaints karen who

“my legs are falling asleep” 

*SIGH* “eye roll* *definetely not pouting* you start pulling yourself away from him and trudge defeatedly and bury yourself under a ton of blankets

but he just chickles, has the AUDACITY to chuckle, and brings you back on his lap, squeezing the life out of you  (≧д≦ヾ)

“i was just kidding babe don’t leave me!!” says renjun as he sways you kinda violently may i add from side to side and rubs his cheek against yours cuz he’s a kitty and adorable confirmed  ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

rough love you have other there as you can see

Lee Jeno

jeno is GENTLE GIANT （ﾉ｡≧◇≦）ﾉ

gentle loving giant in this case actually so even better

so we all know how the dreamies exposed this boy TWICE for playing video games 25/8 and he got scolded by his mum lol so i’m thinking

you’re trying to get him to go to sleep or at least rest his eyes he’s already blind enough i WONDER WHY damn

all this started when you settled in front of his computer to block his view

and as he argued with you he decided enough is enough and pulled you into his lap, traping you against his chest (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

“jeno it’s 3 am!!” :<

“ just one more round baby” of video games ya nasties...no? only me?ok

he tries to give you a *smooch* but you move your face away and refuse to turn around and let him kiss you

and that’s where jeno draws the line (; ･`д･´)​

kithes are something that can’t berefused between you two, an unspoken rule you apparenly weren’t aware of

so with a ‘eep!!!’ from you, he simly stands up from his seat with you latched onto him like a koala like (＾ω＾ ≡ °д°)

“jeno put me down!!!11!!1! NOW!!” 

“kiss first” (.◜ ᵕ ◝.)  

“are you nuts??!!!?” *exaggerated smooch* “now put me down!!”

needless to say he’s not letting go anytime soon, he just plops into bed and you cuddle until you fall asleep you’ve been scammed

Lee Donghyuck

haechan is a very VERY petty brat person ಠ_ಠ

so guess what... fights with him are a national competition of petty acts

and you know what his ultimate move in your most recent fight is? *drum rolls* turning off the central heating really original hyuck i applaud you

and this kid knows exactly what he’s doing when he sits down in his gaming chair with a shit-eating grin  (ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)

he hears you stumble around the house in your dora the explorer exploration in the search of a blanket

but guess what? they’re all under his flat cake  ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

so when you bardge in the room and find him hogging all the warmth you hope to intimidate him with your  ✨ highly horrific glare ✨

but he pretends to be too busy to notice you so you just defeatedly settle on his lap and under the blankets

“well well well look who’s crawling back with their tail between their legs”

“i might just cut off your front microscopic tail” (눈_눈)

but i just know he’s gonna cuddle you until you sweat your ass off under that mountain of blankets

and even when he can’t hold you, he’ll press his lips against your forehead, lingering there as his warm breath fanned across your skin

he also made a deal with you to which you didn’t necessarily agree with but that’s a minor detail am i rite

if he wins the round he gets a kiss as a reward (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

if he loses, he gets 2 kisses as a consolation (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)و ̑̑

you’re getting suspicious of his 4 consecutive losses

Na Jaemin

he’s a fluff ball we all know it, we all love it

he’d DIG THAT KIND OF SHIT  ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

and he babies you to the end of earth

99.8% chance that he’s gonna stop playing just to cradle you against his chest properly because YOU’RE. HIS. BABY!!! periodt.

cue yelling from his teammates for abadoning them in the middle of the game but that’s inevitable

“na jaemin you SIMP!!!!” 

but jaemin is too busy making puppy eyes at you (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

he’d kiss you everywhere he could reach and then scoop your hands in his and bring them to his lips for another shower of kithes  (*'､^*)chu

and if you kiss him back??  

this man will literally COMUST with uwus istg

like just imagine you brush your lips against his neck and then you gently nuzzle against him??

jaemin would melt in your embrace ♡(｡- ω -)

even if he did eventually go back to playing, he’d press kises anywhere in reach periodically cuz he’s soft like that

would also LOVE feeling your breath fan his neck he gets a unique feeling of comfort knowing that he has you so close to him  (๑˃ᴗ˂)

“even if you were the impostor i’d still vote myself out for you”

the romanticism of this decade 

Zhong Chenle

this boi is ruthless when playing video games

god frobid you’re in his way cuz you’re getting SQUASHED (｢⊙Д⊙)｢

 he obvioulsy LOVES winning

but ya know what he loves more than winning???

𝓨𝓞𝓤  ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

so chenle is all (｡+･`ω･´)

“you waste of space move along!!!!”  “shoot that gun straight dammit or i’ll shove it up yo- oh hey baby°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°“

the moment you plop down on his lap and curl yourself up with your head tucked under his chin, his blazing eyes soften so cutely

and so raging kid chenle turns into best babyboi chenle (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

he M E L T S like he just leans into your touch and continues gaming  A LOT more silently and just smiles absent-mindedly the entire time

“yo chenle you dead????” most likely jisung on the other side of the headphones

“no?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“... guys he’s plotting something, reatreat!! i repeat, RETREAT!!!”

“what?? no, what do you mean by that !??!!!”

you stir as his voice rises in volume and chenle immediately settles down again and shushes you while patting your heah and threading his fingers through your hair carefully (*-ω-)

goes straight for jisung after that teammate or not rip jisung you’ll be missed but also bad choice to annoy a soft-for-only-my-baby chenle

Park Jisung

a bit flustered but just couldn’t refuse you when you cutely asked him with wide puppy eyes if you could sit in his lap to watch him play

probably short circuited for a good 2 minutes before he could produce and intelligible answer (ง ´͈౪`͈)ว

and that’s how you found yourself perched on his lap, facing the screen with curious eyes as jisung struggled as if his LIFE depended on it

“how do you jump?” (,Ծ_Ծ,)

“you can’t jump”

“what do you mean you can’t jump?? gravity doesn’t work like that” Σ(･ิ¬･ิ)

you’re like 2 newborn babies running wild and unsupervised

“jisung, that character looks like you when you’re constipated” (๑꒪▿꒪)*

cue cackling from the devil spawns on the other side

he’s gonna keep in mind this betrayal UNTIL THE END OF TIME beware

if you catch sight of one of his hands not working away i bet my allowance you’ll have this uncontrollable urge to hold it in yours DO IT I NEED MY ALLOWANCE DON’T BE SHY

of course he’ll automatically intertwine your fingers together and bring them up for a chaste kiss  ～(^з^)-♡

and i know for sure that he won’t have the heart to let go of it even when he needs it to play sigh jisung you SIMP

he’s gonna get scolded and teased by the other later but ya know

at least he ain’t no touch starved coward ¯\(°_o)/¯

he gets grounded for that by jaemin