#but on his bike this man is a HYUCK

[smileysuh]

Sooo people loved my recent svt motorcycle fic- and I know we’re all hoes for motorcycle baddies- my man took me to a ride night two nights ago for the first time with like 30 other Harley dudes and during the ride I concocted an nct motorcycle idea 👀 it’s uh… it’s gonna be something, June for nct motorcycle au 😘

[sooniessoulmate]

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟿 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟾 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟶

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟿 : 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

The morning sun shining through the window wakes you from your peaceful slumber. You rub your eyes before looking around your dorm, seeing Donghyuck is still fast asleep on your sofa. You slowly sit up in bed, looking over at him peacefully sleeping.

You smack the pillow that his head is resting on. “Get up,” you order. When he doesn’t respond you hit the pillow harder and yell “GET UP.”

Donghyuck rolls over, pulling the blanket up over his face, “let me sleep. I don’t have class this morning.”

“You gotta get up,” you snap. “Yeji might be worried about you.”

“Shit your right,” he quickly sits up, grabbing his phone. “Fuck, when did she text me?”

“Just go back to her room so she won’t worry,” you huff.

“Yea I’m going now,” he nods, standing up from the sofa. He quickly leaves your place, going to her room and walking inside, only to find an empty room. He plops down onto the bed before attempting to call her.

“Where are you, Yeji?” he asks. “I’m in your room.”

“I’m at Lia’s,” Yeji explains. “We’ve been working on our report since last night.”

“Want me to come pick you up?” he offers.

“No,” she states with no explanation.

“Ok,” Donghyuck sighs. “Well, have a good day and try to get some rest. I worry that you’re working too hard.”

“You’re the best,” Yeji says. “Love ya, Hyuck.”

“I love you too, Yeji.”

You sit on your bed, pouting by yourself. You can’t stop yourself from thinking about last night.

Donghyuck got onto his motorcycle, waiting for you to get on the back, when you saw a white Mercedes pull over in front of Yeji. The windows were tinted but you thought you could see a man sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Hop on,” Donghyuck ordered. When you didn’t instantly listen he turned to look at you.

Yeji was already inside the car and it was pulling away.

“What’s wrong?” he wondered, you shook your head as you climbed onto his bike, slowly grabbing his waist.

Why didn’t you tell him what you saw? Would he have believed you if you had mentioned it? By the time Donghyuck noticed something was wrong with you, Yeji was already out of sight so it was probably better that you didn’t say anything at all. You rub your face feeling completely defeated.

You finally get up and get ready for your classes, heading outside hoping to quickly get a taxi. You definitely don’t feel like walking. You look around with no signs of a taxi, after glancing at the time on your phone, Donghyuck pulls over on his bike.

“Do you want a ride?” he asks.

“What about Yeji?” you wonder, not wanting to cause an issue for the two of them.

“She’s fine,” he sighs, scrunching his nose. “Are you coming or not?”

You look around, weighing your options, “nah, I think I’d rather take the bus.”

“Stop playing hard to get,” he laughs, “get on.”

“I said no,” you snap, becoming frustrated that he never listens to you but deep down you kind of appreciate his determination.

“Fine,” he sighs. “If you won’t come with me then I guess I won’t go either.” He smiles with that classic shit eating grin on his face as he gets off of his motorcycle holding a light purple helmet in his hand. He gently places the helmet onto your head with no resistance from you and secures it firmly while looking into your eyes.

You sigh when he turns to get back on his bike and slowly crawls onto the back. You don’t want to grab his waist because you do not want to feel that electricity shoot through you, like it does every time you touch. Donghyuck takes off with more speed than normal which forces you to grab onto him, instinctively.

He drives to the university, parking his bike where the other motorcycles are parked. You hop off, taking your helmet off, handing it to him once he was standing in front of you.

“I’m hungry,” he states, rubbing his stomach. “Are you hungry?”

“Yea a little,” you nod.

“Ok so…” Donghyuck starts.

“But I already made plans with my friends,” you lie. “I’ll see you around.” You turn, quickly running towards the university building. 

“Y/N WAIT!” he yells, hoping you would come back to him.

You ignore his calls, continuing to run to the canteen. You purchase a blueberry muffin and sit at a table alone. While You zone out, thinking about everything that is happening in your life, Donghyuck sits across from you at your table. He places a vanilla sweet cream cold brew down on the table. “Here I got this for you,” he smiles, proudly. “I figured you could use a little comfort since you clearly got stood up by your friends.” 

You turn to look away, biting your lip out of frustration. “You give me such a headache,” he sighs. “One minute you're so sweet to me, then the next you’re all cold. I never know what to expect.”

“You don’t need to expect anything,” you snap.

“Why can’t I?” he wonders. “Since we are…”

His phone starts to ring, stopping him from finishing his statement. He quickly answers the call, after seeing Yeji’s name on the screen. He glances at you, briefly, before speaking. “Hey baby,” he says. 

Those words made you feel something unexpected. It’s almost the same feelings you felt while watching Jisung with Karina. But this is different, you were in love with Jisung and this, well this is just Donghyuck. You still can’t stand him and nothing is going to change that. You exhale slowly, trying to not show any emotions or expression on your face. 

“I’m at the university…Oh? You’re back at the dorm? Ok baby, make sure you get some rest ....If I don’t worry about you then who would I worry about?” he asks.

You zone out, trying not to listen to his conversation any longer. Without thinking, you reach over and start to pick the chunks of garlic out of his food. This gets his attention and sees the sad look on your face.

“I’m gonna let you go,” he announces. “I’ll see you soon, babe.” Donghyuck disconnects the call, laying his phone on the table before looking at you. “What are you doing?” 

“Nothing,” you panic. “I’m bored so I um well I was just wasting time.”

“Hmm, really?” Donghyuck asks. “Were you picking the garlic out of my food because you remembered that I don’t like it?”

You don't respond, he caught you red handed and there really isn’t any other reasonable excuse you could say. You pout, looking down at the table, refusing to make eye contact with him. “You’re so cute,” he smiles, reaching over and gently touching your cheek.

You knock his hand away, “stop doing this. Stop trying to hang out with me and stop talking to me. I don’t know why you’re acting like this anyways, you and I are nothing,” you state, coldly. 

“But we did…you know…we did it,” he smirks with a wink.

“Yea and it was just that,” you snap, fighting off tears. You don’t want to have to be mean but if you are going to get through to him, you know what you have to do. “If you feel responsible for that, don’t. I’m a big girl and I made the choice to do that. It’s not on you at all. And besides, that is not a reason for us to get together, people hook up all the time and never see or talk to each other again.”

Donghyuck wants to speak up and tell you the real reason he’s been hanging around you. The reason not being the one night of passion that you two shared but he fights the urge. 

“Do I need to remind you?” you snap. “I’m the one who was trying to get with your best friend and you hate me. So now that I listened to you… I’m no longer in love with your friend and I’m leaving him alone…you should leave me alone as well.”

“Really, Y/N?” he sighs. “Is that really how you see me?” You don’t, but you said what you said and you can’t take it back now. “Answer me, damn it,” he demands. 

You can see the pain in his eyes when you finally look at him but, you have to force him out of your life. “For me…you’re just another guy.” You pick up your trash and quickly walk out of the cafeteria, fearful you will cave if you continue looking at him with such emotion on his face.

After class is dismissed follow your friends into the hallway. You immediately stop walking once you notice Donghyuck standing in the hallway.

“Hey,” Doyoung smiles.

“Can I borrow your friend?” Donghyuck asks.

“But I have nothing to do with you,” you snap, grabbing YangYang’s arm pulling him in the opposite direction, “let’s go eat.” You feel someone grab your arm, pulling you back.

“I won't keep you long, I promise,” Donghyuck states. He doesn’t give you an opportunity to refuse as he pulls you away from your friends and into a staircase.

“What are you going to do?” you ask, looking directly into his eyes.

“You told me this morning that you no longer have any feelings for Jisung,” he huffs. “But I don’t believe you. When you ‘love’ someone, is it really that easy to walk away?”

“You can make all the assumptions that you want,” you snap, raising your voice in order to show your seriousness. “But I’m honestly done with him.”

“And what made you move on so quickly?” Donghyuck asks, raising an eyebrow while cocking his head at you. “Or do you have feelings for someone else?”

YES! You want to scream it out loud. You want to punch him for making you feel this way. But you don’t say anything at all.

“Who is it?” he pushes. “Is it that kid you had on the rooftop? Or Jaemin?”

“Anyone…” you say, starting to get mad. “But you.”

You saw the cockiness leave his face being replaced with discouragement. “Come with me,” he whispers.

“Where to?” you ask.

“To assure me,” Donghyuck continues, “that you’re really over Jisung. Once I’m sure, then I can interpret the way you looked at me earlier.”

He grabs your arm pulling you behind him. You walk through the locker room, on the other side you see Karina and Jisung sitting together on the edge of the pool.

“Hey Sung,” he calls, “can I join you?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles.

Donghyuck looks at you, analyzing your facial expressions, but only seeing anger. “What’s wrong?” he whispers, “can’t handle seeing a loving couple?”

You glare, “aren’t you afraid that this is going to make them uncomfortable?”

“Why would I be, if you no longer love him it shouldn’t be an issue,” he raises an eyebrow. “Wait for me here.”

Donghyuck goes back inside of the locker room, leaving you standing alone. You watch as Karina stands and retrieves two bottles of water for her and Jisung. They act as though they’re the only people that matter when they are together. You feel a rush of jealousy but not the same kind of jealousy that you used to feel. It’s different, you no longer long to be with Jisung in that way, you now wish you could have that with someone else. 

Donghyuck returns wearing only a bathing suit. You subconsciously look him up and down, smirking slightly at how amazing he looks.

“What are you looking at? You like what you see?” he asks, smirking. Not giving you time to respond he announces, “I’m gonna swim.”

“Hey Hyuck, you wanna do a double swimming race?” Jisung asks. “So I can practice too?”

“Of course,” he smiles. “You team up with Karina and I’ll be with Y/N.”

“What?” you gasp, meeting Donghyuck’s pleading eyes. How could you say no to that? You sigh before going into the locker room, returning wearing your bathing suit.

Karina and you dive into the pool at the same time racing down the lanes while Jisung and Donghyuck watch on.

“Y/N isn't half bad,” Donghyuck smiles, proudly.

Jisung looks at him suspiciously, “and what made you want to join our swimming practice? You never come when I ask.”

Donghyuck glances at you still swimming then back at his friend, “well nothing really.”

��Oh yea?” Jisung asks. “Did you just want to bring her to the pool?”

Donghyuck doesn’t answer, mainly because he doesn’t know how to exactly. He can’t explain to his friend what his real intentions are and Jisung couldn’t possibly understand. He prepares to dive in when you return. He notices a fresh blood stain on the diving platform. Once you touch the side of the pool, Donghyuck dives in and proceeds to swim, attempting to beat his friend who is already swimming and in the lead.

“Come on, Sungie,” Karina yells. “Faster, faster. You got this.”

Jisung reaches the platform first, but only seconds before Donghyuck. He can see the look of disappointment on your face. He lifts himself out of the pool and walks off, leaving you behind with Jisung and Karina, quickly returning with a bottle of water in his hand. He pushes you on to the swimming platform, forcing you to sit while he kneels down in front of you. He gently lifts your right foot up, pouring water onto the bottom of your foot, where you have an open wound.

“How did you know…” you ask, “...that I hurt my foot?”

“I saw the blood on the platform,” he explains, looking up at you.

“Are you that smooth?” you scoff.

“It’s like when you noticed my shoes,” he continues.

You look around with your eyes, but quickly land back on him.“Sooo…did you get your answer?” you ask.

Donghyuck stares intently into your eyes. “I know the answer about you and Jisung.” he says, glancing in his friend's direction. “I believe you now when you say you no longer have feelings for him.”

“How can you be so sure?” you ask.

“By the way you look at him,” he explains. His phone that was sitting on the bench starts to ring. He runs over to answer it before he misses the call.

“Hey, Yeji,” he says. “Late again, babe?”

You watch him from the swimming platform. Your heart is still pounding from when he touched your foot and it excites you that he openly expressed that he cared about you.

“Ok,” he sighs. “Please make sure you take care of yourself.”

You don’t wait for him to return to where you were sitting, you stand up and walk into the locker room to get changed out of your bathing suit.

Jisung walks over to his friend, “hey,” he sighs.

“Hey,” Donghyuck sighs. “Good news is that I’m pretty sure she has finally given up on you.”

Jisung looks away from him, suspiciously, “and here I thought you wanted something else with her. You were just testing her?”

“Indeed,” he smiles. “Why are you so surprised?”

“I thought you knew for a while now that she no longer likes me,” Jisung smirks. “I’m almost certain that you brought her here for another reason.”

“What reason?” Donghyuck snaps.

“It doesn’t matter,” Jisung sighs. “But did you get your answer?”

“Kind of…but at the same time, I’m not sure,” he confesses. 

“In my opinion,” Jisung starts. “Things happen for a reason. But what I want to know is what are you planning on doing once you have your answer?” Jisung lightly pats his friend’s shoulder before walking away, leaving him to reflect on his situation.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗

@lostinneocity

[kiwisol]

[10:25pm]

pairing: lee haechan x reader

genre: slice of life, fluff, cf2l

wc: 541

warnings: one swear word!

taglist: @perhapsthanatos @neotism @koishua @ilovjaehyun @reiichann @floraljae + taglist form

The cement steps in front of your house feel cool, the small stones and bumps imprinting themselves into your skin like a pattern. Haechan stood a few feet away, conversing with the ice cream man as he prepared a chocolate cone and banana split, laughing loudly at a story the man tells him with a smile.

The lights had gone out a couple minutes ago, resulting in your neighbors coming out to sit on their front steps or on foldable chairs. The only light came from the moon and ice cream truck, which played a cheerful tune that you knew would stay in your head for a couple of days. You felt warm, but a wind that was cool enough to make it bearable came every so often. You looked down at your knees, your pointer finger running over the multiple scrapes on the skin from failed bike rides or jumps too high up on the stairs. Haechan walked up to you, his beat up shoes in view, the laces an off white after a long summer.

“Here, I told him to add whipped cream to your banana split,” he says, bumping into you lightly as he sits down.

You scoop up a combination of vanilla and strawberry onto your spoon, wiping the excess on the side. “Thank you,” you mumble through a mouthful of ice cream, wiping at the corner of your mouth with your thumb.

You watch as a small line of younger kids form by the truck, handing their money through the window in exchange for popsicles of cartoon characters.

“Remember when we were that small?” you ask, motioning towards the kids with your head.

Haechan nodded, licking around the chocolate ice cream.

“I used to beg my mom to give me a couple bucks so I could buy you ice cream too.” He laughs. “It’s hard to come up with money at 6 years old, the tooth fairy can only do so much.”

You snort at his comment, thinking back to a bright eyed Haechan showing you the crumpled dollar bills he got from his mom to buy your banana split. You both could barely reach the window, struggling to place the money on the small piece of plywood that acted as a counter.

“It’s been nearly fifteen years and your order hasn’t changed,” he says.

“I stick to what I enjoy,” you explain, nudging his side. “Like you.”

“I’d like to think I stuck with you, you were an annoying kid.”

“Please, not as annoying as you offering me candy every day in exchange for a kiss on the cheek when we were seven.” you reply, rolling your eyes at him.

“Oh shut up, my idea of romance is way better now,” he says proudly.

“Is it now?”

He straightens up, grabbing your chin to turn your face toward the sky. “Us. Olive Garden breadsticks at 2am. Music blasting in a parking lot.” he explains, moving his hand across the air as if presenting something.

“Oh wow, fuckin’ marry me Hyuck.”

“That’s the plan,” he replies, leaning back onto the steps with a smirk.

You laugh loudly, leaning into his body and offering him spoonfuls of ice cream as he continues rambling about your future plans.

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[2-cute-4-school]

𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴

requested by the lovely @m4rshm4llow​ (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)

Mark Lee

i think mark is quite good with children too when he’s not frozen in awkwardness

but i wouldn’t trust with him alone with a kid for too long tbh

like i see him as someone who could probably entertain a kid for a couple of hours succesfully but taking care of them?? yeah no (˵¯͒ བ¯͒˵)

so let’s say he had to tag along with you to babysit because he didn’t want to waste any time he could spend with you *let my boy receive his love*

but he’s not thaaaat excited he just hopes that the kid will get K.O.-ed early in the night so he could have some alone time with you( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°).... TO CUDDLE ya nasties

so when you arrive at your cousin’s house and you come in

he surely DIDN’T expect a kid to literally throw himself onto you and cling to your legs while chanting your name o(*^▽^*)o

the only way you can get him to detach so you can walk is if you pick him up in your arms

“y/n, who’s he?” mark just stares at the chubby finger pointed at him and produces an *HIGHLY AWKWARD* smile like (*′☉.̫☉)

“oh this is mark, my boyfriend”

*silence* “ew”

now hold on rewind

did a kid just ��ew’ at mark (｡☉︵ ಠ╬)

and then he had THE AUDACITY to cling to your neck while rambling about his new robot toy and mark had to THIRDWHEEL the entire night

now he’s sure you have superpowers how could you tame that!!??!?! even haechan could be considered mild in comparison to... this ʕ •̀ o •́ ʔ

he’s pouty the entire evening while you play and take care of the newly spawned devil in town who HOGS your attention the entire time

so when he finally runs out of energy a bit later than mark would have hoped for, he’s quick to envelop you in his arms and drag you into a well deserved cuddle session ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

“what took you so looong?”

“sorry sorry, i had to look under his man for boogeyman”

“pffft i think boogeyman is the one looking under his bed for that kid”

but he does melt when he remembers the way your eyes sparkled as the child giggled excitedly on your lap while imagining himself in the picture too (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

Huang Renjun

renjun as we all know is just a bit short tempered so i’m not sure where he stands in his relationship with kids 눈_눈

but also he brings up his younger cousins quite often and he seems very fond of them whenever he talks about them

so i guess he likes kids but like good kids ya know Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

so let’s say you’re shopping in like one of those bigger supermarkets

and you hear cries

your mother instincts literally GO OFF LIKE CRAZY

renjun doesn’t even have the time to blink before you’re dragging him in the direction of the noise with such precision you might as well have a radar at this point ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ

turns out a little girl was lost between the tall aisles

renjun is a lil bewildered cause what is he supposed to do? not like he’s tall enough to see other the aisles in his dreams maybe

but you seem to know EXACTLY what to do as you crouch down in front of the girl and speak to her so gently not even renjun can hear properly

and then as if nothing happened she stops crying

just like that so renjun decides to try his luck too o｜◕ˇ▽ˇ◕｜ツ

“come on, let’s go find mommy and daddy”

and lemme tell ya the little girl sprung into your arms and clung to you with everything she had as she mumbled into your neck

“i only wanna go with miss” (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡

his eye twitched a lil ngl （；¬＿¬)

and that’s how you end up taking a stroll to the announcement desk with a whole child gripping onto your hand

renjun would have never imagined his grocery run to turn into this

he only wanted some damn carrots not a frickin child ಠ╭╮ಠ

thankfully it didn’t take long for the parents to run over and thank you for returning their child safely but there was only one problem left

getting her to let go of you

that was a whole ass dramatic goodbye

poor renjun was left exhausted after this he gave up any grocery run he intended to do and dragged you home pronto (ﾉTдT)ﾉ

he admires you so much for how you handled the situation and how you seemed to be so natural and in your element he can only think of how great of a mother you will be in the future with his beside you hopefully

Lee Jeno

one word, his greatest asset: PATIENCE

i see jeno as a man of patience which is more than just helpful when it comes to handling children ❀.(*´◡`*)❀.

he’s also volunteered in all these programs that involved children and he did really well if you ask me soooo he’s a good ally to have (︶.̮︶✽)

and you really REALLY want to volunteer together at one of those like emergency centres for children or something

and who is he to deny his love? he couldn’t have even if he wanted to, you’re too cute in his eyes so he lets you get your way anyway

so before you step inside one of the caretakers gives you some advice

warns you that the new kid, a little girl still in primary school, is still very closed off and wary of everyone

but as you step inside the kids get drawn to you like moths to a flame, swarming around you and asking you questions while dragging you in the living room to play with them

jeno just trails behind, watching the entire commotion with his soft eye smile as he understands (◍•ᴗ•◍)

he knows that you just have a way with people, he’s been in the same position mesmerized by you, it’s one of the reasons he loves you so much and seeing you so purely happy surrounded by children

MELTED HIM ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

eventually you drag him into the happy circle too and he seems to fit in just right by your side with giggling children everywhere around you

he ends up using his muscly arms ᕙ[ ˵ ͡’ ω ͡’ ˵ ]ᕗ as swings

“hey!! i’m stronger than you!!! let’s have a fight!!!!”

you just giggle as you colour some pictures with a few kids but stare at your boyfriend from the corner of your eye

jeno is so simply happy and comfortable he doesn’t even notice when you disappear from the crowd at first

but when he does his eyes search wildly for you like a lost puppy Σ(ﾟﾛ､ﾟ;)

but then he spots you

curled up on a small couch in the corner of the room, deep in conversation with the new girl whose eyes seemed just a little brighter as you clutched her hand in yours warmly ｡ﾟ.(*´◡` )

and jeno just realises again

you’re just working your charm once again and once again jeno falls for you for the nth time, deeper than the last time and lighter than the next

Lee Donghyuck

this manchild right here smh ୧༼◔益◔୧ ༽

now don’t get me wrong i’m pretty sure he’s decent at least with children

given he has two younger siblings and he often talks about hanging out with his little brother also have you seen that vid with the little girl?? the was he talked to her ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃

buuuut BUT he’s also DYING like a fish out of water without attention

so when he invites you to tag along to his hangout with his lil bro

he didn’t expect TO BE THE ONE THIRDWHEELING!!!! (╬ಠ益ಠ)

you keep feeding and pampering his brother who basks in your full attention half because he loves it half because he loves the annoyed look on hyuck’s face

“babe i want some kimchi too” (*ﾟ∀ﾟ*)

“oh!!! sure, i’m sorry for hoarding it all”

and as hyuck awaits with his eyes closed and his mouth open with a pleased smile

you plop a bowl of kimchi in front of him and turn back to his brother as he tugs on the sleeve of your shirt

hyuck, muttering to himself: ‘i should have left you home, you lil brat, both of you traitors!!!!!’ (ノTДT)ノ ┻┻

he pouts and sighs dramatically with crossed arms the entire night while watching you interact oh so sweetly with his little brother

but he can’t deny the warm feeling of fondness swarming is his chest seeing you get along so well with his family and being so genuinely happy when you’re with kids

still complains to you when he gets you alone

“i can’t believe you love my brother more than me!!! ME, YOUR SWEET LOVELY CUTIE BOYFRIEND!!!” ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

“first of all, i wouldn’t stretch it that far-” “how is that stretching-?!??!”

“i’m sorry i’m sorry, my sweet lovely cutie boyfriend, i just missed him, he’s so cute and i haven’t seen him in so long and he seems to grow so fast every time we meet” (oꆤ︵ꆤo)

NOW hyuck is real soft how can he be mad at you when you’re THIS ADORABLE AFSKSGDFSAF-

hyuck just presses a sweet smooch to your temple and mutters

“he only acts that cute with you, he’s a devil at home”

“sheesh, i wonder who he takes after” *pointed look* (￢ε￢　)

Na Jaemin

my man here will most likely compete with YOU for the CHILD’S attention

it’s like GAME OVER for him if a child rejects him ε-(≖д≖﹆)

he’s never gonna get over this betrayal from both sides

so let’s say he takes you with him when he offers to babysit a cousin or neighbour idk you get where i’m getting at

and he’s already ‘play buddies’ with him as jaemin likes to put it (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)

and you’re slightly acquitanced with him from a previous visit to jaemin’s house when you coincidentally met

so when jaemin opens the door and announces his presence LOUDLY, the little boy doesn’t waste A SECOND to waddle in the hallway and meet you both ლ(＾ω＾ლ)

and jaemin crouches to meet him midway and-

and he *swooshes* past jaemin and into your open arms while giggling

jaemin, a lonely man in the middle of a hallway: (ಥ⌣ಥ)

the entire day, your boyfriend tries to steal the kid’s attention or bribe him over with sweets or toys

now you’re wondering who the real brat is

is salty about the UTTER rejection but also can’t help but watch you both so fondly with a proud hopefully in future for real fatherly smile (*ૂ❛ัᴗ❛ั*ૂ)

“are you practicing, y/n?”

“pardon?”

“practice, are you practicing?”

“for...?” ∑（´△｀○）

“ya know” *wiggles eyebrows* “taking care of our future children”

“learn how to control your own brat at home read jisung first and THEN we can talk, jaemama”

jaemin can’t believe this low blow, how could you after everything he’s done: cooking for you, taking you on bike rides even though he was the one who wanted to, even buying pads!!! or even worse!!!!! STRAWBERRY YOGHURT!!!!!! ∑(ﾟ台ﾟlll

he’s still pouty as you all put on an animation and snuggle a blanket

but then!!!! you fall asleep with the little boy in your embrace

and jaemin!!!!! just!!! CAN’T!!! stay mad!!!!!! cause you’re both just SO absolutely irrevocably CUTE!!!!!! ♡( ૢ⁼̴̤̆ ꇴ ⁼̴̤̆ ૢ)~ෆ♡

so he just HAS TO lay a *meaningful* smooch on your forehead as he sleepily moves closer to you both, one arm wrapping loosely around you while the other caresses the child’s head, lulling the both of them to sleep his protecc instincts kicked in y’all

Zhong Chenle

he has already expressed his wish to have a family someday since he wants to live the same happiness his brother does with his own family

which i think is ABSOLUTELY PRECIOUS

and we all know he’s WHIPPED for his nephew ˞♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ)

but unfortunately

that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s good with children yet

let me give you a context over here

so he’s left alone for a short while with his baby nephew which shouldn’t be too bad since technically chenle is an adult at least legally okay??

and right things are all good until BABY STARTS TO CRY i’m talking about the actual baby here although chenle might cry too at this point

and chenle just PANICS when he realises that just shushing won’t work and whacking a hand over his mouth *cough* like he does to jisung *cough* isn’t an option (╬⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾ Д ⁽⁽ ⁰ ⁾⁾)

but thankfully, you’re there!!!!!!

“may i?” you ask chenle as you stretch out your arms in his direction

chenle has never passed over anything faster in his entire life џ(ºДºџ)

so when you coddle the baby in your arms and just gently bounce him a little he just settles down so cutely and most important QUIETLY as he stares up at you with curious eyes, small fingers curling up around a necklace swung around your neck or just the fabric of your shirt

chenle is all like (๑•́o•̀๑)!!

HOW DID YOU JUST DO THAT!!!!

and he watches with eyes even more curious than his nephew’s eyes as the baby slowly dozes off peacefully in your arms (꒡ ω ꒡ )zzz

it just hits him just how natural the scene looks

he approaches carefully once he’s sure his nephew fell asleep and lays a gentle hand on your head as he peers down at the cute chubby baby face

“you’re a life saver, how did you even manage to do that?” ◎ܫ◎

“you know, i have to take care of you all the time so-”

he flicks your forehead faster than you can finish that sentence

way to ruin a moment (oT-T)

but *SIKEEE* the baby fusses a little as soon as you frown and chenle immediately freaks out

he showers the spot on your forehead with kisses and his nephew settles down once again as you smile at him proudly ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७

chenle rolls his eyes as if he doesn’t wish for this scene to become familiar to him sometime in the future

Park Jisung

this chick is still a baby who barely hatched

so he’s still in CONSTANT WONDER of the world ༼ つ ◕o◕ ༽つ

and in this episode of ‘jisung the explorer’ he’s discovering... ACTUAL babies

so you were on a date at the local mall when you met with a family friend of your mom’s who was struggling with her fussy baby girl in a carrier while trying to shop for some baby products

so you offer to watch over the girl until her mom finishes up (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧

but just as you’re about to attach the baby carrier to yourself, an old woman asks for directions around the shop

so you pass the baby to jisung for literally a minute to show the lady the way └(>ω<。)┐

and jisung is HIGHKEY PANICKED

he holds the baby by the underarms at arms length and obviously she doesn’t enjoy that and just starts wailing in the middle of the shop

and people just... stare (,Ծ_Ծ,)

and jisung is all like ‘IT’S NOT MINE!!!!! AND I’M NOT STEALING OR MISTREATING IT EITHER!!!!!!’

the moment you’re back in his sight, he’s THRUSTING that tiny loud bald creature in your arms it’s a child jisung ║ * ರ Ĺ̯ ರ * ║

and he expects for you to panic too but right away

the baby quietens down as you cuddle her close to your chest and coo softly in a hushed baby voice

and she plays with your shirt while you glare at your boyfriend (눈_눈)

“y/n, you sorcerer, how did you just shut it off?”

“i didn’t ‘shut it off’, she’s a baby not a tape recorder”

“oh REALLY, i couldn’t tell the difference for a moment there”

you just might consider returning jisung and keeping the baby（ ಠωಠ）

he watches in wonder as you entertain the baby for the next few minutes until her mother comes back

and he swears his heart skips a beat when he sees your smile widen with tenderness once you get a small giggle out of the baby (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*)

he supposes maybe she isn’t so bad since she makes you so happy

even though she was louder than even chenle which is an accomplishment at this point

and when jisung notices your slight pout once you gave the baby back and parted ways he makes sure to shower your face in kisses until you regain the same smile that made him fall so deep in love with you

[solcheeky]

our secret

summary: fratboy!donghyuck turns paperboy! when he needs some extra money for college stuff like textbooks. he thinks delivering way outside of campus will save face from being a measly paperboy, but little does he know, the front yard light he hits (and breaks) belongs to his significantly well off classmate... (3k)

warnings: strong language here and there genre: enemies to ..friends? a/n: I’ve merged these two requests together! meaning I have and haven’t included aspects of each, hope that’s okay! (2021 edit: hi I found this in my drafts from last year and idk why I never posted it so yeah, here we go)

“You’re late.” Your professor calls out as Donghyuck fails to sneak into lecture hall unnoticed

You sigh, you’d think he’d at least look ashamed to step foot into class at such a late time

You suppose with Lee Donghyuck, things were always different

The boy winces comically, inhaling between his teeth brazenly, and students stifle their laughter

Then with a simple raise of his hand, he gestures a flimsy ‘my bad’ and a ‘continue, continue’ before charmingly wiping the sweat off his brow and sitting in the empty seat saved by his friends

The professor frowns, “you’re late.” He repeats as if to encourage the young rebel to at least say something

“I’m Haechan,” the rebel says under his breath, flopping his backpack onto the desk, “not ‘late’” a sarcastic smile stretching his lips as his friends snicker at his dumb joke

You roll your eyes, he was unbelievable.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough.” The professor claps his hands. “And Mr. Late,” he emphasizes, “don’t think you’re getting away with anything.”

So he drops it on him like a bomb: “For the rest of this week, meet me in the office an hour before classes start.”

The grin on Donghyuck’s face immediately wipes off his face and his heart drops to his stomach

“Prof!” He whines back

Karma, you think. That’s what he gets for being so up his own ass

It wouldn’t kill him to wake up a little bit earlier. He relied so much on his ‘so loveable’ personality and popularity, you couldn’t stand it

If you even attempted to do half the things he got away with, you’d be expelled by now

You drop your pen and lean back into your seat with a sigh, you had no choice but to sit back and watch him waste valuable lesson time over this insolence

“You can’t do that!” Seriously, Donghyuck would do anything else other than doing extra hours in the morning

“And you can’t be late to my lectures all the time. What are you not getting here Mr. Late?”

“But I can’t.” Donghyuck immediately regrets saying that out loud like that; the vulnerability in his voice a little too close to home

“And, why not?” Your professor bounces back thankfully brushing past the genuine desperation in his students voice

The reason why not was something ‘Lee Haechan’ couldn’t say out loud. If he did, he’d lose everything

So instead, he sticks with his usual tongue-in-cheek mannerism, “because I don’t want to.”—A sneaky beat around the bush on his part because, little did everyone know, Lee Haechan, the star player and everyone’s favorite goofball, was a measly paperboy

Why?

Because he was dumb broke.

It was a job that required him waking up extra early to race around neighborhoods on his bike, something he had to do regardless rain or sun just tossing as many papers onto people's front porches,

Something he already was finding so much of a difficulty doing: racing to class and acting as if his muscles weren’t burning or the fabric under is backpack wasn’t drenched in sweat

But now this ‘meet me in the office an hour earlier than classes start’ bullshit

That would mean he’d have to wake up even earlier than he already did!

“Doesn’t matter if you don’t want to, you’re going to.” Is the last thing your professor says on that topic before swiftly moving on.

Oh to be born with a silver spoon in his mouth, is what he always thinks as he cycles his rounds in the wealthy neighborhood

If there was one thing he didn’t have, it was this. 

He looks at the blaringly affluent homes that surrounded him and heaves another sigh, the same road he rides every morning (and now this extra early morning) effortlessly reminding him of how absolutely poor his ass was

Grumbling under his breath in a tantrum about his professor in his head, he angrily hurls newspapers onto doorsteps

It was the fact that he had to deal with this at ungodly hours in the morning—as if this job wasn’t already enough

Donghyuck frustratedly hurls another newspaper, but this time around, it shoots straight into someone's front garden post light, knocking it over and completely disrupting the perfect order in which the other trail of foot lights were set in

What the heck?

Immediately, he hits the breaks, his tires screeching loudly in the quietness of the early morning

Profanities frantically leave his lips as he hurriedly drops his bike onto the sidewalk in a clatter, and runs ahead to see the damage he’s made

The lamp was perfectly struck to its side.

Well, that’s just great—he can’t afford college textbooks let alone the broken path lamp on some rich persons lawn

So, his first thoughts are to pull it back into the place, completely irrational, but it’s the only thing that runs through his mind when he’s on a time crunch to get off private property

Except, the damn thing is stuck; literally cemented into this lopsided tilt

Man, Donghyuck swears he could tug all day and it wouldn’t get back into place

It was like the universe was having fun being against him

You, on the other hand, were watching this boy struggle to fix your light back into place from the comfort of your window.

He looked ridiculously cute trying to tug that lamp back into place, curled almost into a ball in the middle of your lawn, his eyebrows sewn into a line of frustration and lips pursed

You knew he was your paperboy from the start of his laborious cycling trips, but did Donghyuck know he was delivering papers to his very own classmate every morning?

You guess not.

...Until now

You knock three times from behind the glass, successfully capturing the boy's attention before mouthing, “what are you doing?”

The agitation on his features drops and immediately his eyes widen at your familiar face

Except, he isn’t given much time to reply before the lamp between his fingers gives in to his weight and recoils back smacking him right in the nose

“Holy shit!” You forget you’re only in socks when you open your front door and race towards him

Donghyuck automatically drops the (now broken) piece of your lawn to cup his bruising face

“Ah- Fucking shit- Ow!” He bends forwards on his knees into the grass, forehead pressing into your lawn before he rocks back up again to scrunch a deep frown up towards the sky. “Jesus-”

“Are you okay?!” Dropping to your knees, you place a cautious hand to his back

“Yes.” He groans into his palms, rocking back down towards the grass again

He definitely wasn’t.

But he needed to get out of there quick; there’s no way he’d let you recognize him

Yeah, you weren’t that stupid.

“Let me see,” you carefully bring him up by his shoulders, your head leaning down towards his to see the damage

“No- Ow! Crap-”

“You’re bleeding!” You try to pry at his wrists but he rips away from your hands

That’s when Donghyuck finally looks up to scowl at you; a frown stitched hard into into his forehead, eyes watering, hair all ruffled, but most alarmingly—a scarlet ribbon of blood running down his wrists

“I’m okay.” He muffles into his hands.

And wow did he look like an idiot.

“Sorry about your-” 

“Jesus Hyuck, you’re not fooling anyone.”

The boy visibly stiffens at your choice of his name

“Haechan.” You quickly correct yourself

He gulps

You glance away

“Let’s just put an ice-pack on that.” Then you’re dragging him into your house

“Quit moving!” You dab a wet cloth across the cut above Donghyuck’s lip

“Well, it hurts.” He tries to complain without moving his mouth too much

You purse your lips and Donghyuck attempts to adjust the ice pack on his nose despite your warning

With a sigh, you take his wrist and bring his arm down to his lap, “Hyuck, if you keep-” you feel him stiffen under your touch. “Haechan.” You keep doing that. “Sorry.”

He just diverts his eyes elsewhere and mumbles, “It’s whatever.” under his breath

So, you bring your attention back to cleaning his cut, your cheeks heating up at the thought of how much of a creep you probably were by calling him by his old name

“I’m-”

“Y/n.” His voice was a little clearer this time, a soft frown on his face, “I remember.”

He kind of wished you didn’t though. This was so embarrassing.

You pull the cloth away from his reddening cheeks, that annoyed flustered look on his face pulling at the nostalgia in you

It was only natural to call him ‘Hyuck’ because you had been going to the same school as him for years

Ever since you were kids, through highschool and now somehow, still impossibly in college, you’ve been with him

You almost had every class with the loud idiot back when he was still ‘Donghyuck’

For as long as you could remember, he had always been the center of gravity in every class, his punchy personality and almost too friendly way of speaking easily giving him the ‘popular’ tag 

It made you have a bit of a crush on him when you were younger, but who didn’t? 

Now, you found him irritating. 

The only thought you had about him consisted of wishing he’d stop using his status to his advantage and just come to class right instead of wasting your lesson time

“Can I ask you something?” He dodges your hand for a second, eyes looking down as if to hide away his embarrassment 

“Sure,” you naturally reach forward again to dab his cut, but he stops you at the wrist

“Can you,” you lift your focus away from his lip to the slight grimace on his face, “not tell anyone about this?”

You blink at him, and a muscle works in his jaw

“Seriously, people can’t know about this.” 

But you simply pull your wrist out of his grip and go back to tending to his wound

You hadn’t told anyone since you’d found he was your paperboy, and that was weeks ago. So why was he so worked up?

Hadn’t the situation already called for it anyway? Who in their right mind would tell anyone after this? For you, it was obviously common courtesy

But before you can reply, he tilts his face into your line of vision. “Are you listening to me?” The frown on his face deepens and he instantly brings the ice pack in this hand over his face at the sudden pain through his nose

That attitude of his easily drove you crazy.

“That was a stupid question.” You give up on cleaning the blood on his lip and push the ice-pack deeper into his face, “if you used that stupid, egotistical brain of yours-”

“Ah! Ow- Ooow-”

“Maybe you’d realize I’ve never told anyone about your paper rounds before.”

“Ow!” He wrenches away from your frustrated grip, the look on his face just as annoyed as you. “You’re going to break my nose!” 

“You broke my yard lamp!”

He looks at you with a huff; a slight puff to his reddened cheeks, furrowed brows and tears ever so slightly brimming his eyes

If that lamp didn’t cost about five times the price of his bike he’d say something back.

You easily read that off his expression

“You don’t have to pay for it.” You start to pack up the first-aid kit you’d opened up on your coffee table just to not look at him in the eyes when you say that

As much as he irritated you, you weren’t that petty

“Really?” The genuine doubt in his face relaxing the annoyance in you a little

“Yeah.” Money wasn’t a problem for you, it was his attitude

But the casualness Donghyuck catches in your tone reminds him of the starkly different worlds you live in

So he musters it up within himself to at least show some kind of gratitude, “...Thanks.” 

And it’s almost inaudible when he says it under his breath like that

But you catch it as you pull a bandaid out of the box before you close it

“On one condition.” You turn to look at him dead in the eyes.

One of his brows slightly quirk up in interest

“Hand.”

He opens his palm to you and you purposely slap the bandaid into it.

“Stop coming late to class, you’re wasting everyone's time.”

Instantly, his jaw goes slack. 

Unable to say anything he stares as you rise from your seat in content, first aid kit in hand, before walking behind the sofa towards the kitchen

You didn’t have to say it like that.

He swings an elbow over the back of the couch, “Sorry for bringing you the paper every morning!” Maybe he was a little offended

You turn on your heels to face him, noticing the bandaid now crushed in the fist of the hand he had over the couch and ice-pack abandoned on the coffee table (the full glory of his bruising nose and cut lip on show)

“I said ‘don’t be late’ not ‘don’t bring me the paper’.” Then you disappear into the kitchen.

Donghyuck has to close his eyes for a second, exhaling a frustrated sigh before standing up in a huff and following your footsteps.

How could you say something so insensitive? Yeah, maybe he broke your lamp or whatever, but he tried to fix it!

And sure, he was sort of bleeding over your couch and used your ice pack, but he totally said thanks

“That’s just- You’re so,” He’s standing at the doorway by the time you’re done, bandaid still stuck in the frustrated grip of his hand

“So what, Hyuck?”

Seeing the all star, team favorite class clown crumble at the simple play of his old nickname made something in your stirr

“Insufferable.” 

You? Your lips turn up in amusement. He was the insufferable one, you almost scoff

“You and your big house, fancy first aid kit, stupid lamps on your lawn,” he takes a bold step forward at every reason until he’s one step to being chest to chest, “I’m just trying to do my job, and go to class.”

You look at him straight in the eyes. “Well, you’re hardly succeeding at either of those.”  

You...

Donghyuck runs his tongue across his inner cheek before biting down on his bottom lip in a brazen attempt to act unfazed by that fatal side comment

A coppery, metal taste pricks his tongue, and he realizes he’s reopened up the cut on his lip again

But that was the least of his worries. You had no idea what it was like being broke. If there was anything he didn’t have, it was everything you did. You probably couldn’t even fathom the type of shit he’s had to go through and even more so: hide.

The way you acted as if his biggest problem in life was as easy as brushing the dust of his shoulder just pissed him off.

“Have you ever thought of waking up earlier?” 

Ah, there it was again, Donghyuck wants to roll his eyes

“I sleep late.” He says dryly.

“Then sleep earlier.”

“I have other shit to do, like study.” 

“Then, manage your time better.” If he really wanted to ‘do his job’ and ‘get to class’, he could’ve done it by now.

He was always messing about with friends and organizing parties, stories spread around like wildfire on campus about the things he occupied himself with other than ‘having shit to do like studying’, you weren’t stupid

It was by the end of high school, when you began to see him as a person who valued himself with the amount of friends knew or the amount of partying he did

And at first you were mad that he had the things you never did, but seeing him easily get washed up by it all made you think maybe you didn’t need what he had

Now you figure his ego was so far up his ass he couldn’t even sit right—that’s probably why he couldn’t cycle to class on time

“And don’t use your bike, you’re clearly slow on it.” You tack on.

“I don’t even have a car!” He snaps back

He made you want to pull out your own hair. “Jeez, first this, then that, god Hyuck, you keep-”

“You say that as if it were so easy,” his words overlapping yours as you continue

“-making up so much bullshit because the only thing you really put effort into is your image,” Your words running over his too.

“-if I could get a car, don’t you think I’d have one already?”

“Then I’ll just take you!” That puts both of you to a stop.

“So, quit giving me stupid excuses to ruin my lectures every day.” If the things money could buy were what he needed, you had it

You snatch the bandaid out of his fist, rip it open and harshly stick it across his bottom lip. It was annoying to see him ignore it like that.

“You usually finish an hour before class right?” You frown up at him

Donghyuck opens his mouth then closes it again.

“Because if you reroute and make me the last house, I’ll take you with me by car.”

“What?” He manages to say. What the hell just happened?

a/n: okay so there was a lot more to the story and character development but it ran too long I had to cut it off bc I cba to edit lmao 

also I seemed to have gone way out of the request lines near the end my bad my bad, but I at least hope you’ve enjoyed it! thoughts???? a part 2?

[mojwisungie]

hc | boyfriend ♡

req (from: anon) ➥ : read the mark-jaemin boyfriend, and then then renjun-jisung boyfriend headcanons,,, can you do one for the remaining members? thank you~~

☄︎ with: lee jeno, lee donghyuck, zhong chenle ☄︎ lou.note: this has been in my wips for so long im sorry anonie but here i am to give it you guys as an offering for my birthday (its tomorrow on the 26th but anyway) hehe hope you all enjoy <3

ੈ⋆ mark & jaemin ver. | renjun & jisung ver.

Jeno

the observing, supportive boyfriend

jeno doesnt pay much attention to things that arent important

but YOU are important

you mean so much to him, and thats still an understatement

he often thinks that by paying attention to you and everything you do

he'll know you in a way no one else does

at this point, he knows everything about you

your favorite sweater (which he owns), favorite color, favorite artists, favorite songs, etc.

jeno actually knows your order by heart even if it varies in different restaurants

his mantra is actually happy y/n = happy jeno ^_^

thats also the reason why fights dont usually happen

he knows when its too much for you and so he will do what he thinks is best for the situation

anyways: dates with jeno are either doing physical activities or plain cuddling on the couch

it would mostly be him who initiates dates like hiking, biking, etc.

but, he would also always check with you if youre okay with it or if you want to rest 

one time you asked him for a day in those sport grounds ?? like those places that has random games like wall-climbing, archery, and trampolines

oh this boy has the biggest smile on his face asking you, “hold on love, are you serious ( ◕▿◕ ) ?”

during hectic weeks, he’s definitely up for movie marathons

if he still has some energy, he will make a blanket fort for the both of you

also jeno lee is a cuddle bug (you cannot change my mind, this case is closed)

and so he’ll use these lazy dates to indulge in hugging you for as long as he can 

on the supportive note, he always reassures you with the kindest words

AND hes the type of guy who will ask you if you need comfort or solutions when you rant to him T﹏T

and that is actually proof that he is the best support system

he'd be your hype man when you need a push

thinking of auditioning for a club? go ahead, he'll teach you what he knows

want to try a new hobby and start journaling? he'll help you find cute stickers (and he'll buy them too)

he will always help in whatever way he can, and he will constantly assure you that he’s there for you as you have been for him

he is reserved, quiet, and keep things on the down low, yet with you, he’s entirely different

jeno loves you just as you love him, and he’ll do everything to prove it to the world- you.

Haechan

the enthusiastic, soft boyfriend

he is!! literally!! the sun!!

he often calls you often in the morning to wake you up, greeting you with the loveliest voice saying, “good morning darling, how was your sleep?” SADKJASD

if he’s free, he’ll actually drop by yours to bring breakfast and eat with you

and if ever you still live with your family, you bet that once you slip into the kitchen he’s chatting up with your parents like he’s their son

actually... he technically is

he loves going out with you and your family as much as he loves going out with his

hyuck is very family-oriented, you really dont have to plead to him if you want him to come to a gathering

as long as you say yes to him inviting you to their family activities too 😌

he once asked you to go with him to this intimate family dinner his relatives organized

and you ask him, “are you sure im allowed to go? the invitation in the email complete says Lee Family and clearly.. im not-”

this man didnt even let you finish and says, “BUT YOU WILL BE!! SOON!! I WILL MARRY YOU!! baby come on just please come with me!!!”

he means it though

you dont know it, but the thought of spending the rest of his life with you often comes into his mind

and so dates with him can be both ends of the spectrum

you guys could go for fancy restaurants, amusement parks, and even late night computer games (if you dont play, he’ll teach you dont worry <3)

but there are also domestic dates such as grocery shopping, helping each other babysit nephews/nieces, and the such

its obvious to every one that haechan is so soft for you

and he doesnt care what other people say

one time, mark heard him talk to you in the cutest, softest voice and laughed... and regretted it bc haechan turned to him in the most serious face and the deepest tone saying, “and so?” 

as much as possible, he wants you to feel loved bc thats what you make him feel

despite this, arguments are still there, but it doesnt go on for long

fights dont escalate as you both work together against the problem

so at the end of the day, no feelings are hurt or turned a blind eye to

disagreements are often rooted from the nature of work though, thats why every time things arent so fine, he’ll do his best to fix it

because he treasures his time with you and the love you both invest in

he didnt value time that much before, bc he’s so used to putting up with whatever that comes his way

but when you came into his life, he realized it is indeed precious

haechan spends every second loving you beyond infinity

Chenle

the parental, sincere, affectionate boyfriend

you’ve seen him rant, right?

he’ll do that often, but only when its about you not getting what you need

others may not see it, but he’s really concerned when its about you so he’ll do anything to make sure youre well taken care of

if you havent eaten yet bc youre too busy going over your notes for your exams, he’ll buy you your favorite food and feed it to you

all the while talking about how you shouldnt put aside eating bc its important to eat meals at the right time

this guy solves old math problems when he has time to spare, so he’ll be okay with you coming to for help whenever you struggle with your lessons

as cliché as it may be, he will also get you the stuff you need- whether it may be for school or for your personal shenanigans 

you complained about your laptop once, saying it keeps on lagging

he deadass goes, “do you wanna go and buy a new one now?” 💀

he just wants you to do well in the stuff you do, okay ??

chenle is blunt about pretty much everything in your relationship too

he tells you all the stuff he knows he should tell you

including embarrassing moments of his members

the dreamies cant joke around with you too much,, bc they know you know everything (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

but jokes aside, sometimes his honesty can be cause of some arguments

bc he gets too straight-forward at times and ends up unintentionally hurting you :((

and when you explain why it made you feel that way, he’s lost bc he thinks he was just saying the truth

but as time passes, he will learn how to be upfront with you without having to sadden you

please be patient with him as he is with you 👉🏼👈🏼

anyhow, dates with him would always be one for the books

if you ever think that he probably doesnt remember the dates you wanna go on to, youre wrong

bc its all listed in his mind and he’s determined to tick every single one from the list

when he’s busy or away on tour, facetimes would be a regular thing

he’s prepared with the timezones and he will remind you to sleep when you should, no buts y/n

if you tell him you cant just drift off, he’ll always offer to sing you to sleep

and when you do, he’ll take lots of pictures to treasure the little moments he has with you

some people tell him he looks too deeply in love

but he doesnt really see anything wrong with it because it was with you

chenle completely knows that he loves you so much, and he’s willing to love you until forever

[jensungf]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 & 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ♥︎ 𝐥.𝐣𝐧

summary: sugar or spice? you decide what the ‘s’ in today’s episode of j♥︎smr stands for ;) ft. the pocky challenge gone wrong?

pairing: fem!reader + asmr youtuber!jeno  genre: boyfriend!au + fluff + suggestive content!!!! + some humor cus i think im funny word count: 2.4k  warnings: allusions to sex, making out lol

author’s note: soooo uh first time for everything aka writing sum suggestive hehe thank you mary @neostains for reading over this!!! and @gohyuck for helping make the title!! can you tell i’m whipped for jeno??? bc i definitely can.

“jenooooo,” you flopped over onto your stomach as your eyes followed the outline of boyfriend’s jawline, drinking in every part of his handsome face until you found his eyes. his rimmed glasses were perched on top of his nose as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, not even bothering to look up. typical, you thought with pursed lips and a side-eye directed at your un-attentive idiot of a boyfriend. “what, baby?”

you sighed, outstretching your body on the bed before rolling over to look at him again. you prop yourself up on your elbow with your head rested in the palm of your hand. “i’m bored,” you whined.

“okay, what do you want to do?” he asked without missing a beat. it was already past noon, and as per your agreement before moving in together, sundays were strictly saved to stay in and relax. but for some reason, you were just itching to get out of bed.

you pondered over your options before exhaling in exasperation. “i have no idea! you figure it out.”

you didn’t even didn’t bother to bat an eyelash when you heard his immediate suggestion to go biking, instead groaning at your boyfriend’s obsession with the pastime. he never liked to leave the house unless it was the gym or going out to do something physical, much to your dismay.

“jeno, as much as i love you and my bike, my legs might give out if i even try to move from our bed,” you huffed, lips jutted out as you glanced down to your legs. goddamn, were they sore.

you groaned externally at the tension in your overworked muscles. you even had trouble getting up to make breakfast today. jeno had awoken to your whimpers of pain as you struggled to walk to the restroom, and instead of asking if you were okay, he had immediately burst out in laughter at your misery. your incessant whines prompted him to carry you back to bed after you finished washing up in the restroom, and he had sweetly brought you breakfast in bed with a side of cuddles to make up for what you deemed was “all his fault.” not that it actually was, but you weren’t going to admit that.

he finally lifted his eyes from the luminescent phone screen to your figure sprawled on the other side of your shared king size bed, his lips curling to a smug grin as he reached over to let his fingers graze your smooth legs. “wow, is my baby that sore?”

“yeah, yeah, whatever mister muscle pig. not all of us have the stamina of a horse,” you sniggered, pouting. you could never understand how strong and built jeno could be despite sharing almost the same diet as you. just your luck.

jeno’s smirk grew as leaned over, his warm breath tickling your ear. his voice dropped down multiple octaves as he whispered, “watch it princess, that’s not what you were saying last ni—“

you suddenly sat up, effectively cutting him as your boyfriend recoils to avoid bonking noggins with you. “wait, i know!” you announce, the sound of your boyfriend’s voice attempt to sound sexy suddenly triggering a lightbulb in your brain.

“hey! i was trying to say something,” he complained, causing you to roll your eyes.

“oh, please, your hormones can wait, big boy.”

he shot you a look of annoyance as you grinned mischievously, crawling over to his side. he gulped as he saw your oversized t-shirt ride up a bit, exposing more of your skin. you leaned in towards him, causing him to drop his phone, as the mere scent of you engulfed his senses. the sultry look on your face and your hot breath fanning against his ear caused goosebumps to prickle throughout every inch of his skin, and his breath hitched.

you whispered, “why don’t we—”

you paused as jeno’s smirk returned, biting his lip in anticipation.

“— do jsmr?” you finished with a laugh.

jeno groaned as his anticipation immediately died down. he shot you an incredulous look. “really, baby?”

“yes! now get your booty up!” you barked, tugging on his biceps to no avail. jeno sighed and bit back a smile before he got out of bed, shuffling his feet across the room. before you could cackle in delight, you felt your body being lifted off of the bed as jeno’s strong arms carried you bridal-style into the corridor. your arms flailed for a split-second before relaxing in his embrace. “show off,” you scoffed as your arms reached to circle around his neck.

he snorted. “aren’t you happy i’m a muscle pig?” you smiled and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.

“my man,” you drawl out sarcastically, squeezing his muscles and poking his chest jokingly.

jeno walked into the living room, carefully setting you down on the couch before heading into the kitchen. “what do you want to eat, babe?” he asked.

“on second thought, i’m actually not that hungry.”

jeno’s head whirled to your direction, “seriously? again?” you laughed at your boyfriend’s raised eyebrows and eyes bulging out of his sockets at your incessant teasing.

“i’m kidding, you can choose.”

jeno mumbled under his breath, “how ridiculous— we just went shopping last week— did jisung eat the ice cream again?” as he looked through the fridge. you couldn’t help but snort at how quickly your groceries had disappeared after a single visit by the boys. he rummaged through the pantry before a small aha! escaped his lips, having found the boxes of pocky you both stashed in the secret compartment of your pantry (yes, secret compartment, because everyone knew how quickly the boys would raid your food the moment they even stepped into the apartment). you decide to set up the camera and tripod, fiddling around and fishing for jeno’s set of microphones and earbuds from the desk.

“hey babe, where did you put the earbuds?” you called out. you bit your lip as you dug through the drawers, struggling to find where you had put your earbuds. “i’ll get it,” he responded.

you returned to the living room and admired your handiwork as you finished setting up the equipment. jeno returns with the snacks and earbuds.

“are you ready?” he asked, and you nodded your head eagerly as he reached over to start the camera, the red light flashing as the timer started.

“hi everyone!” you whispered-screamed, causing jeno to wince away from you. you bit back a laugh at your boyfriend’s anguished face and jeno sighed, continuing. “hi guys, welcome back to another episode of jsmr—“

“plus y/n!” you piped up. “today, we’re going to be doing the pocky challenge!” you announce excitedly despite only whispering.

“wait, what?” jeno’s volume is forgotten, causing both of you to flinch. “shhh, jeno!” you scolded.

he gave you an unamused look. “i wasn’t aware of this though!” he protested. you grinned cheekily before turning to the camera. “surprise! did you guys like his reaction??”

as much as you weren’t a huge fan of being in his videos, you figured it would be fun to let go for once and mess with your boyfriend.

jeno sighed and decided to go along with you, another idea formulating in his head. “anyway— i guess we’re doing the pocky challenge today,” he mumbled disdainfully. you beamed at his words before softly grabbing a box of pocky off the table and showcasing it to the camera. jeno grabs your hand and you both start messing with the packaging before jeno begins to whisper again.

“today we have the strawberry pocky— sorry jaems, this isn’t for you,” said jeno. you both carefully open the box, trying to stifle your laughter as the decibel meter suddenly turns red. you smack jeno as he fails to keep quiet, and he returns the favor by tickling you. thanks to your competitive streak with jeno, you both had decided to dare each other to see who could open it the quietest with the loser having to play overwatch with hyuck. you had easily won of course, skillfully and stealthily opening the box.

jeno begins grumbling, realizing he would have to suffer hours trying to beat donghyuck at overwatch, which unfortunately, happened to not be his favorite video game. “not my fault you suck,” you taunted. he retaliated by extending his hand out to cover your mouth, effectively shutting you up as he turned the camera with his signature eye smile.

you punched his stomach after prying his hand off of you, and glared at him.

“and that, my friends, is why i’m the best at asmr,” you gloat victoriously, pretending to snobbily ignore your boyfriend with a childish “hmph!”  

jeno sighed in defeat. “i let her win, don’t be fooled.” jeno rolls his eyes with a smile.

“nah, that just means he’s whipped for me,” you raise your eyebrows suggestively at your boyfriend. he grins and attacks your sides with tickles, causing you to scream and fight against him as your earbuds fall out. both of you burst into laughter. you squirmed away to no avail as your boyfriend’s strong arms held you back. you both regain your composure before returning your attention back to the camera.

jeno was usually not this touchy on camera, choosing to keep your relationship private, making you silently wonder if he was actually going to upload this. you narrowed your eyes suspiciously as your innocently oblivious boyfrined. he grabs your earbuds and helps you fix your disheveled appearance with jabs about how crazy you looked, leading you to grab a piece of pocky and shoving it in his mouth to get him to shut up.

“anyways, for anyone who doesn’t know what the pocky challenge is— it’s basically a challenge where you have a piece of pocky, and two people eating it from each end,” you explained, voice dropping back down to a whisper.

jeno finishes the pocky and nods, leaning into the microphone to continue, “the first person whose mouth moves off the stick loses. you have to get to the middle first to win. if the participants end up kissing, it is a tie.” he makes a funny face at the camera at the mention of kissing, wriggling his eyebrows as he wrinkles his nose in fake disgust. you slap his arm, sniggering. whoever said he wasn’t funny was blind, you thought in amusement at your boyfriend’s childish antics.

you turn to your boyfriend, your competitiveness igniting a fire in your eyes. “are you ready to lose, babe?” you mock haughtily. you crossed your ears and jutted your chin away from him dramatically.

“only in your dreams, sweetheart,” jeno shot back teasingly, his eyes crinkling.

“hah, you wish.” you position the strawberry-covered biscuit between your lips to firmly secure your end of the stick. you motion for jeno to get closer, as he daintily places the other end of the pocky above his supple bottom lip. you steady yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders, and began by taking the first bite, lips slowly inching towards jeno’s. the air in the room is thick with tension as you stare down jeno’s determined eyes. he was trying his best not to downright laugh at how adorable you were right now, his competitiveness consuming him as he plotted another plan in the back of his mind.

not a sound could be heard throughout the silent room, only the deep breathing and sound of the biscuit being broken into pieces. your body stiffened. you could feel his breath getting closer to yours and smell the slight whiff of his cologne and the laundry detergent despite the strong artificial smell of strawberry. jeno’s gaze was locked on your face, his body unmoving except for his head and mouth, leaning closer and closer to you. you both inched towards one another, and you were almost at the middle, at victory, when—

jeno abruptly bit off a huge piece of pocky before connecting his lips with yours. you pull back in surprise and finish the remaining piece of biscuit before realizing what had happened.

this idiot really just cheated.

you open your mouth to shout at him yet the indignant shrieks on the tip of your tongue are suddenly swallowed by his plush lips pressed against yours. all signs of protest leave your body as you get lost in the sweet taste of your boyfriend. as your hands found purchase in his hair, the earbuds fall out without a second thought, long forgotten. your eyes flutter shut and you melt into the kiss, hands moving down to loop around his neck and rest at his nape.

it felt like jeno knew you like the back of his hand, knowing every one of your weak spots as he cupped your jaw with one hand and traced circles with the pad of his thumb onto your cheek. his hands soon wander to snake under the shirt that you were wearing (which oh so conveniently happen to be his) to rest comfortably against your hips; his touch cool against the warmth of your skin.

you sighed contentedly as you both parted to take a breath of air. after a brief moment, jeno takes another opportunity to reattach his lips, his tongue slipping past your lips to savor the sweetness of the tart strawberry flavor. you part your lips more, simply by instinct, to allow the kiss to deepen, and you can’t help but moan a little. his kisses soon turn needier by the second, with you gripping onto the nape of his neck and with him pulling you into his lap. his tongue explored your mouth with lazy yet languid motions, and you pull away breathlessly.

jeno smirks at your dazed face before he swoops in, not giving you a chance to stay away for long.

“you.” peck. “lose.” peck.

jeno mumbles more incoherent words into your skin, peppering kisses from your lips to everywhere else on your face. he moves down to leave a trail of wet kisses from your jawline to your neck. you tilt your head back to allow him more access to your throat as he begins sucking your skin, his teeth lightly grazing each sweet spot. his fingers dance from your hips down to grab your ass as you grind into his lap more, earning jeno the pleasure of hearing your small whine. you exhale blissfully as splotches of red and purple begin blooming all across your neck.

suddenly the gleaming light catches your attention. you gasp and smack jeno, causing him to pout and halt in his ministrations. “what?” he asks almost irritatedly— only to see you point at the camera.

“oh my god— it’s still rolling!” you shriek.

you cover your red, swollen lips and feel your face turn hot as jeno stares blankly. realization settles in before his mouth drops in shock, ears turning red.

he had forgotten about the camera.

jeno quickly reaches over to shut it off as you stare in horror. he scratches his neck awkwardly as you groan and slump back on the couch. jeno suddenly becomes amused at your reaction despite his embarrassment. as much as he didn’t expect for his little stunt to ruin the competition to go this far, he had to enjoy the fact that he managed to make you go from brimming with confidence to a flustered and unsurprisingly, turned on mess.

“what is it, babe? are you really that embarrassed?” he teased, his crescent eyes gazing in adoration at you.

you turn to look at jeno in shock, your mouth agape.

“jeno, we almost made a sex tape!”

[trnquilgalileo]

NCT DREAM as S1 Riverdale: Renjun (4)

Featuring actual plot

|Series Masterlist|

There is like one Renjun gif and I’m mad about it

Anyways Huang Renjun (read: Jughead)

Son of the old bike gang leader before he was overthrown by Winwin(FP) and the other leaders of the newly reformed WayV.

Now Renjun was artistically inclined but that didn’t include his other talents such as eavesdropping.

That and the fact Yangyang, the youngest WayV leader and his best friend since birth couldn’t keep quiet for the life of him.

But surprisingly it was Lucas and Ten that unknowingly leaked the information about Winwin.

Renjun sat in the corner of the empty bar, putting the final touches on the finished art piece of Haechan’s face for the funeral.

It was based off of a photo Jaemin had taken.

But that’s when Johnny Suh walked in. An informant, lawyer and close friend of Ten.

“Hey kid,” Johnny greeted before looking at the back door where he assumed the WayV leaders were.

“Ten around?” He asked. “It’s important.”

Renjun shrugged before sliding off the bar stool. “I’ll check in the back for him.” Johnny nodded and let the smaller boy walk past him.

Opening the door allowed for the whispers to trickle into his awaiting ears. The hurried Chinese spilling from Lucas and Ten’s lips signified something urgent.

“What do you mean Sicheng fucked up?” Ten hissed.

“He can’t find the flash drive!” Lucas ran a hand through his hair. “It’s the only thing linking the Blossoms to the murder.”

Renjun’s mouth dropped in shock behind the pillar in front of him.

His stupidly cute, puppy like, can’t cook for the life of him older brother is connected to a murder?!

It didn’t take too much to put to and to together since there was only one current murder investigation in Riverdale.

Still, Renjun wanted to hear more.

“Shit.” Ten sat down on an empty wine crate. “Kun is going to flip his shit.”

“Kun doesn’t know.” Lucas replied. “It was just some extra cash in turn for hiding the body. It’s hard raising a kid y’know.” Lucas shrugged.

Ten rolled his eyes. “Of course I know, I got fucking Yangyang, my kid brother initiated and turned gang leader!”

“ ‘s not he was doing any better in school.” Lucas barked out a laugh.

Renjun didn’t know who he wanted to throttle first. Sicheng or Ten.

“All they need is the flash drive right, they don’t know it’s missing. We can use that as leverage. Sicheng can’t go back lest of all for murder.”

Lucas nodded. “I’ll send a messenger.”

Renjun let the door slam shut behind him, drawing attention to himself.

The panic on Lucas and Ten’s face softened the damage but could never erase it in his heart.

“Johnny is here for you Ten. Says it’s important information.”

Ten jumped up and walked passed Renjun who kept his eyes on Lucas.

“How much did you hear?” Lucas’ voice was small.

“What do you mean?” Renjun tilted his head for affect.

The man went to open his mouth for a reply before Renjun brushed him off. “Whatever it’s probably not important.”

He waited for Ten and Johnny to finish their discussion before calling Jisung.

As expected, the boy picked up the phone.

“Hey!” Renjun could hear Jisung’s smile through the phone, as well as background noise to Battleground.

“Are you free to meet up at pops dinner in a few, I think I need you help with something.” Renjun said.

Jisung’s whine crackled through the speaker. “I am not going to another abandoned building with you searching for ghosts! My mom almost killed me when she found the scrape on my knees!”

“Well it wasn’t my fault that you tripped and fell on a metal pipe!” He hissed. “But this is for Hyuck.”

Jisung’s line went quiet as well as the noises in the background began to die down.

“I’ll be there in 5, want me to pick you up or nah?”

“No it’s fine.”

After retelling the whole story to Jisung, he watched as the youngest member of the dream team slouch in his seat.

“I thought WayV only did street racing?”

Renjun rolled his eyes, “Yangyang only does street racing. But yeah that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

Jisung but his lip for a moment.

“Hey, I have a totally crazy out of the world idea.”

“I’m listening.” Renjun mumbled.

“We find the flash drive.”

Renjun blinked owlishly.

“Look we know they’re going to pin it on Winwin, it’s what they do in the movies. However if we find it we can turn it in.”

Renjun smirked.

“Well,” he drawled. “I always hated the Lee parents.”

Jisung smirked.

“As did I.” He hummed. “First, let’s contact those who were there day of the murder!” He clapped his hands excitedly.

[nc7dr3am]

LILY’s RELTIONSHIPS WITH THE DREAMIES

MARKLY:

so their ship name is just his full name LMAO

they love it

so yknow how dream clowns mark?

obviously she does too

but she’s more gentle and has a TON of respect for mark

“minhyung oppa is extremely hardworking ... he’s always working to be his absolute best and he is so kind and down to earth”

they’re actually a really soft duo

because like. mark is truly her big brother

he cares for her a lot and helped her so much during her debut

he helps her practice her dancing (even after he left dream)

because she trusts him a lot and he know the exact way to help her

but yeah she still clowns him

calls him old man all of the time

but she was full on SOBBING at their last concert with mark

like she had to move her mic because it was so bad

mark isn’t too big on the pda but when they’re together he always lets his baby sister give him so many hugs

when sm told them that mark was coming back and they were a fixed unit ... god she cried a lot then too

she was so happy

“lily is actually so sweet guys. like, she’s so genuine. she cares a lot for all of us and she’s also so intelligent? she’s always reading” - mark when asked about her on vlive

he’s trying to teach her guitar but the only instrument she formally knows is violin

her skill with the bass is self taught and she doesn’t know actual notes so she applies that to guitar and mark is trying to ACTUALLY teach her

mark also understands her well because they were both raised in the west

she expresses herself better in english and mark is always there to understand and listen

they’re just actual siblings and love each other so much

LILJUN:

firstly

lily makes renjun look a lot taller

she doesn’t ever make fun of his height and gets mad at the other dreamies when they do

she clowns his voice crack tho HAH

lowkey the savage duo

lily is more secretly savage though

renjun is the one allowed in her room the most

he works on his art and she reads or writes or practices violin

they have a lot of quiet moments

but they also get silly together

so lily doesn’t think about the universe deeply because she lowkey thinks it’s a waste of her time

like .. she’ll never know and she’s fine with that so why dwell on it

HOWEVER she really believes in aliens and she and renjun legit have sat for hours looking online ab alien shit

they’re also both so smart

and she’s always talking about how much she admires renjun’s brain

stans his vocal talent. like. she’s loud about it

fans love this duo a lot nd they have a lot of romantic shippers

even tho .. they have never liked each other that way LMAO

at the airport she links arms with him a lot and they look like they’re gossiping hhhhh

when the dreamies are being too much they just look at each other and fans love that shit

also they’re both arguably the scariest members

renjun because... duh y’all know him

but lily doesn’t get annoyed often. when she does... there’s hell to pay and she has a good punch

“renjun oppa is so good at korean! i’m actually korean and he speaks it better than i do!”

“that’s because i’m smarter than you”

“do you want to die?”

basically just a really close pair! they’re always there for each other 🥺

JENLY:

she openly says that jeno is the cutest member

“he’s the most adorable person ever! his eyesmile is too cute”

the way she laughed when jeno ripped his shirt off-

she clowned him for DAYS

every time she was wearing a jacket or cardigan she ripped it off and mocked him

also whenever she’s drinking something around him she recreates his milk cf

also!!! she thinks jeno is so funny

she loves him and his humor

she and jeno have a really really deep bond.

he saw her journal (refer to my post about her room) and he’ll take what he read to the grave

he checks in on her a lot because he knows when she’s hurting

when they were trainees she was struck by how kind he was to her

and they were stuck together ever since

lily hasn’t ever been mad at him ONCE

they’re arguably the softest duo

they have a lot of romantic shippers too but

again

it’s a no

she’s a big nomin shipper too like unironically she thinks there’s something there

she always hypes his vocals!! he doesn’t get to sing enough >:(

he’s also her biggest cheerleader and when she cries and gets upset about her dancing he always pulls her aside and consoles her 🥺

he helps her with writing songs too!

wholesome beautiful friendship

they go out to eat a lot

jeno also helps her paint her nails LMAO

and they ride bikes together a lot

can’t commit to working out with him though because it’s way too much for her to do all that

lily also bakes a lot. and jeno appreciates that. a LOT

they’re best friends. she even bought them stupid girly heart bracelets that connect together LMAO

JIHYUCK:

so much affection!!!!

she is such a hyuck stan

“haechannie is my bias!!”

always calls him fullsun (in english)

number one hyuck skin enthusiast!! she thinks he’s gorgeous and glows brighter than all of them

also she loves his singing and thinks his vocal tone is so unique

always laughs at his jokes and finds him hilarious

he doesn’t prank her as much as the others because he’s actually so sweet to her

he’s used to having a younger sister and thinks of lily as his little sister

they constantly text and facetime a lot since they live in different dorms

she’s lowkey whipped for him and he’s whipped for her

not in a romantic way tho!

another member who always eats her baking

they learn girl group dances together

now we all know damn well that hyuck is the sweetest boy and so full of love

but we also know he annoys the shit out of the members

jimin is NO exception

he pokes fun at her and mocks her all the time

so she slaps him in the back of the head LMAOO

when does she actually get mad tho? when he shows up at the dorms and enters her room without permission

cue her chasing him around the dorms with murder in her eyes

yknow the vine where it’s like

“let me see what you have?”

“a KNIFE”

“NO”

that’s the other guys making sure hyuck doesn’t get brutally murdered

because lily can pack a punch

all in all though, they’re a great duo and they’re always so proud of each other

JAEJIMIN:

okay jaemin babies the FUCK outta her

he always takes care of her and talks to her about her concerns and vice versa

he was so happy for her when she debuted and was sad he couldn’t be there for it

she visited him all the time when he was gone

and she was heartbroken that he wasn’t with dream

she is a BIG 8dream stan because they are a family

but yeah fans can’t even ship them romantically because they know lily is his lil baby

she helps him with his english

and he always compliments her singing and dancing

proud of her songwriting

so much affection

even tho she hates when he pinches her cheeks n calls her cute

when he came back during go she was overjoyed

“go is our special era! we were all reunited~~”

he always wanted a sister and now he has one <3

she drinks a lot of coffee but not as much as him and was so worried about his health

they’re the biggest flirts w czennies

you’ll always find them with their arms linked in the airport

and everywhere really

during empathy era she was always hugging jaemin’s side

they also do a lot of lives together!!

such cute bffs

she is a big nomin stan like i said

name twins and they always tell everyone that they’re actual siblings

jaemin’s mom is so fond of her and treats her like her own daughter

HE REALLY TRIES TO GIVE HER FASHION ADVICE AND GIVE INPUT ON HOW HER HAIR SHOULD LOOK FOR COMEBACKS

they’re really true siblings and best friends 🥺

LILLE:

THESE MFS ARE BEST FRIENDS

01’ liners and so similar in ages but he ALWAYS brings up that he’s older

they compete over a lot

literally everything is a competition

she’s at her most childish with him

they also make lots of bets and she usually wins

clowns him for those predebut pics LOL

SHE ALWAYS SEND THEM IN THE GC AND EVEN POSTS THEM ON BUBBLE N SHIT HAHA

they can be really soft but will never admit it even if they are caught on camera

they’re pretty calm if they’re cooking together

he is Banned™️ from her room and she won’t budge at all

“chenle isn’t allowed in my room because he will disturb my peace”

remember on that one ep of weekly idol where chenle was SCREAMING while they did aegyo

yeah it’s louder when lily does aegyo

u didn’t hear it from me but her aegyo is SO cute it’s not as cringey as the others

but chenle hates it because she’s cute and he wants to clown her but he CANT

really proud of each other. super proud of each other

chenle has sat with her as she’s cried a lot. and comforted her. and it always stays between them.

she’s always there for him too

a LOT of fans have suspected that there’s something there

his mom loves her so much!!!!!

when she and jisung went to his house they were BAFFLED and impressed

“something bothers me a lot. one day, chenle woke up and looked grown up. he used to have chubby cheeks and looked like a kid and now he looks like an adult and has such defined cheekbones. it’s so strange”

when they became adults they got SHITFACED DRUNK

they definitely don’t say it a lot and when they do it’s in private (even tho everyone knows)

but they really love each other 🥺

LILJI:

jisung and lily is

p o p u l a r

with fans

because fans put together the pieces that jisung had a crush on lily during debut

lily thought it was sweet because jisung was always so cute and young

she saw him as a little kid

they used to not have MANY interactions

she always laughs when jisung is bein funny

and is in AWE of his dancing

he always assures her when she gets upset about her dancing

lilchenji is an ICONIC friendship

they watch a lot of movies together

she’s been on chenjis this and that a few times

remember that live when nomin got all in each other’s faces while chenji just froze and looked at them and then looked at the camera and looked real shocked

she was there and the three of them were like 😶

so yeah when jisung started getting really tall lily was real confused

and then somehow

during go and we go up

jisung started looking different. like. more grown up

and he had more confidence and talked to her more

and lily was like 😳😳

but spoilers so i won’t go too deep into that

they’re really good friends these days tho

the fans LOVE THEM it’s such a popular ship

at the dream shows when they sing bye my first

the song that lily famously LOVES

yknow that one line jisung has where the music goes quiet and he goes

“na geuttaeneun cham eoryeosseo”

blessed line it was beautiful

anyway at the dream show jisung would hold the mic to lily and have her sing the line or they’d duet it

and their eye contact!!!! and lily’s SMILE IS SO BRIGHT

stars in their eyes

um anyway!! they’re great friends nd very shippable for. reasons!

author’s note! i’m also a ‘01 liner! so don’t think it’s weird if i’m writing a jisung romance LMAO or who knows if it’ll be jisung? 👀👀

[aesthyuckic]

AVENOIR | l.dh - NOVEM

Genre: High School AU (at beginning) ; Tarot Reader!Witch!Hyuck

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: (will bold if in use) slow but with a purpose, belief contradictions, mentions of r*pe, blood, swearing, violence, mentions of abuse

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader (F)

V OF WANDS: competition, conflict, rivalry

Donghyuck couldn’t seem to let go of the pendant that had very well found a home in his hand. Cosimia was in the back, too fast asleep and missing the goofy smile that resides on his face as he continued to hold it. It was strange to say, but it made him feel so special. She did make it for him after all, how could he not? Unfortunately, it probably didn’t mean as much to her.

He sighed and looked down the hall from his seat on the counter. He clearly saw her sprawled out on the bed, distant snores leaving her lips as the moon from the window lit up her skin in the dark. It made him smile slightly to himself once again. His stare moved to the counter, the amethyst remained in half beside him. Some purple dust left on the red surface that glittered slightly depending on his movement.

He cleaned it up a bit with the use of the neighbor’s broom and dustpan, only to realize he had no where to put it in the empty trailer. He left the dust pan on the counter with the broken amethyst. He figured he’d give it back to them tomorrow morning as he went back to sitting on the counter. He look at the carpet, only two bags remained in the space, filled with what they bought at the thrift store. If they knew they were going to get a trailer they may have gotten a little furniture to make the place feel more like home.

He stayed up for a little while Cosimia slept, too afraid to go lay down beside her. Mostly because he had no idea the things he felt around her as well as her only recently getting use to sleeping in the same place as he did. He didn’t want to push something she was uncomfortable with. Though he found himself sneaking into the room, quietly to find the backpack full of their things they had brought from what they use to call their home.

He grabbed the tarot cards she had given to him before sneaking out to their presumed living room. He sat in the middle of the carpet laid out with the box in front of him. He still wasn’t very good at reading them and relied on the small booklet whenever he forgot things, which was often. It didn’t do harm to practice and at this point, he didn’t see anything that could possibly answer the question he found impossible for himself.

What do I feel towards Cosimia, truly? He asked himself, or rather to the cards in his head.

Truthfully, he didn’t know all the different types of spreads and placements of them either so he just settled for one card. He picked one out of deck after dumping them out of the box and moving them around a bit. When he had the one card, he moved all the other aside and laid that one in front of him. He looked at the back of it for some time, afraid of what it would be. He finally flipped it over to reveal The Lovers.

His breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the golden drawing of the man and women who stood next to each other. The card was blunt towards him with the answer. It confirmed his suspicions as well which left him saying. He just stared at the card in his hand, unable to move or breath even. He denied it, saying the cards weren’t real once again. They couldn’t tell him anything, much less his feelings...

He had never quite felt anything the way he did when it came to her... He’d never liked anyone before and hated the fact it was happening now, at the worst possible time and with the worst possible person he could’ve chosen. He found it confusing, joyful and dreadful all at once.

He found himself acting differently around her since the beginning. His original line of thought to that being because she was able to see through him like glass and twist him around her finger because of it. That may have or may have not been the case at first but not anymore.

He still stared at the card in front of him. He remembered; it was just a card. It couldn’t possibly be able to tell him anything, let alone his feelings. He also remembered Cosimia saying the spirits picked the cards. The thought made him throw the card behind him. He was never much of a ghost believer. Even if spirits, ghosts or whatever were real, they would not have the capability to pick cards specifically for him.

He cleaned up the scattered cards on the floor, leaving the black and gold box on the counter as he went into the shared bedroom. He saw the girl curled up in a ball on the left side of bed. He found it unusual since she was fond of taking up the whole bed with her body in her sleep. He laid down next to her, leaving an obvious space in between the two of them. She faced him, unknowingly we she snored lightly.

It was cold, mostly because they had no blankets or even proper sheets yet. He looked at her, attentively as she slept unaware of his presence beside her. He didn’t even realize himself sweeping a few of the strands of her face to toss them over her shoulder until she stirred a bit in her sleep due to subtle touch. She looked peaceful and unbothered and he realized how pretty he found her. Asleep and awake. An innocent, vulnerable soul when rested but with a wise, alluring charm when awaken... He smiled, sleepily to himself before he fell with that thought while facing her.

When he woke up the next morning, he was in the same position he fell asleep in. The only thing was Cosimia was gone, her side of bed was still warm though. In his half asleep state, he wondered out into the kitchen. He could see the girl talking with someone through the guck in his eyes, not hearing much of what she was saying. The door slammed shut soon after.

“Who was that?” She asked Donghyuck.

He was quick enough to look outside the window that resided above the sink. He caught the purple ombré of long hair walk away.

“Oh, everyone calls her Choerry apparently,” He yawned. “I borrowed her dust pan and broom last night, I guess she came to get it back.”

She just stared out the screen door with her arms cross, silently. He was too dazed to notice the blush on the girl’s cheeks and the leftover signs of nervousness...

On a different note, it didn’t take long for their trailer to be filled up the next few days after they got. Some of their co-workers just gave it or where thinking about throwing the furniture out. A few things they had even bought for themselves while they continued on the road throughout the part of the country that was dry and desert.

Donghyuck had gotten use to staying up late as well. The night was the only time it was cool enough to air out the trailer to let in fresh air. He found himself laying on the yellow, plaid couch with the door open and the screen door closed. He had put on a record which he was happy to buy for himself since there was no other way to listen to music otherwise. It played softly, in the effort to make sure it didn’t wake up his friend or the others that surround them.

The reason this became apart of this nightly rountine was because he found it hard to lay down next to her. Whenever he tried to do so, his heart was quick to start beating to the point that it burned. The only way he felt any relief was to get up and get away. He was adapted to barely getting any sleep because of it too.

He started at the ceiling of the trailer, finding the way the golden light casqued onto the ceiling quite pretty. Through the soft, loving music he could hear the crickets chirp outside the door. That particular night, he found himself more exhausted than usual and fell asleep on the couch.

He woke in the morning with sun in his face, the trailer warmer than he left it last night. He judged by the stuffiness that it was ten or around that time. He was suppose to be up well over two hours ago to set the tents and booths with Cosimia like he did every morning. He sat up, quickly, rubbing his eyes while confused. Why hadn’t she woken him up? The carnival started in an hour.

Suddenly, he heard an engine rev. It was loud enough that he could feel a faint vibration of it below his feet. If he wasn’t awake then, he sure was now. He got up and rushed out the door as soon as he felt and heard the second rev of the engine. He looked down the row of trailers he was in to where it felt like it came from. Clearly, he saw someone at the end on a bright red motorcycle, dressed in all leather as well.

He couldn’t see their face due to their helmet which had cover everything. There was one more rev before they went speeding down the row at what seemed like a hundred miles per hour. The dirt and dead grass coming up from underneath the tires as the ground continued to shake. He was relieved to see them stop at the end. They even kicked the metal bar down so they could turn off the bike. The person even took off their helmet who was a boy around Donghyuck’s age.

He noticed the boy also had gray hair, only darker. For some reason, it angered him on top of the fact that the other was very pretty. He was about to start yelling at the stranger before he saw Cosimia come out of nowhere and walk up to the guy. His expression dropped at the sight as well as everything else within him. He couldn’t make out the words that came out of her mouth. It didn’t matter much though. Actions always spoke louder than words. He could see a sparkle in her eye when she looked at him, her smile seemed bigger and more genuine when she talked to him too.

He felt a noticeable heaviness in his chest that made it hard for him to breath in the most hurtful of ways. He hated it so much... Perhaps it was a good thing he was too out of it to notice that Cosimia looked at Choerry the same way the other day... Seeing her look at the other boy, she looked charmed. It made him upset, jealous rather but he didn’t want to admit that. Either way, he hated it. So much so he was unaware of the fact that he was angrily stomping over to them. It seemed to fuel the fire that she didn’t once look his way when he walked over.

He even had to fake a cough to get their attention. Their smiles dropped at the ruined momemt as they looked over to see who it was only to find a boy who looked very pissed off. The girl found it more cute than intimidating though and had to hold off her amused smile and laugh. The darker haired boy had a foot on her, much like Johnny, which meant he stood well over Donghyuck. The smaller boy just huffed to himself as he tried to stand his ground. He felt tiny though and his friend even looked tiny...

“Oh, Haechan,” Cosimia smiled. “You finally woke up!”

“Who’s the off brand ken doll?” He asked, sharply and with no filter whatsoever.

“Haechan!” She hissed. “This is Lucas! He helped me set up this morning...”

For some reason, that really just made his blood boil more.

[smileysuh]

ride night

🌙 starring. Lee Donghyuck x afab!Reader I ft. Johnny

🔮 preview. “You always told me you had a thing for older men. Said I wasn’t your usual type- not daddy enough for you, well, here you go, baby. Let daddy hear you moan for my cock.” You seriously can’t believe this is happening. All you can do is try to relax while Hyuck fucks you stupid in some dive bar bathroom stall, your core still throbbing and desperate after six orgasms from a vibrator while on his bike. The fingers on your oversensitive bud are unrelenting, just like your boyfriend, and at this point, you can’t even bring yourself to care that his ride night dad is listening in, only a few feet away. 

tw/cw. Exhibitionism, riding a Harley with a vibrator inside of you, multiple orgasms, fucking in a bar bathroom while someone (John) listens in, overstimulation, unprotected sex, vibrator as a ball gag, voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, choking, brief pussy eating, Hyuck has tattoos, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.9k

🍭 aus. Established relationship au, motorcycle au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. The I love Harleys saga continues but this time with NCT

You met Lee Donghyuck in the winter of your life. It was all cold weather, windy days and rain streaks against your apartment window. When you bumped into him at a bar, and he’d pulled you over to tell you that you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, things began to get brighter.

It’s been five months now, and the warmth of spring turning into summer matches the heat Donghyuck has brought into your existence. He’s enthusiastic, and so so good at making your day sparkle. 

A self-proclaimed ‘motorcycle skid man’ with tattoos and a generally bad attitude toward others to match, Hyuck has been raving about how excited he is to finally have a girl to take on his Harley night rides, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as stoked to be joining him in this aspect of his life.

You’ve been on his bike a handful of times since the riding season started, and while you’re getting used to the loud, vibrating engine, you’ve never been a backpack for more than fifteen or so minutes with the speed he goes at. This will be your first time on a longer trip, as his friends usually take a scenic route two or so towns over to get drinks at one-off dive bars.

He pulls infront of your apartment, and your entire body is thrumming with an excited energy you can’t even put into words. When he takes off his helmet, and shakes out his shaggy dark hair, you swear he looks almost godlike. The tattoos on his hands and neck are visible, but the rest of his intricate inkings are covered in a hoodie and ride gear. 

“Hey, princess,” he grins, pulling out one of his bluetooth earbuds to hand to you. “Are you ready for this?”

“Uh huh.” You accept the earbud, slotting it into place.

“We’re going to stop at my bike dad’s place to get you proper gear,” Hyuck explains. “He called me earlier and gave me a talking to about not being too much of a dick head with you on the back.”

Your Harley lover has found a family within his motorcycle fanatic friends, one of which, is a man named John who you’ve met twice. He’s always preaching about safety, as he’s been in the motorcycle scene for much longer than your baby rider boyfriend, who’s only been riding for two or so years.

There’s always a risk involved with motorcycles, and John has had too many friends who’ve gotten into accidents, too many close calls for comfort. 

The first time you’d met John, Hyuck had darted off to get drinks, and in the loud seclusion of a corner in the bar, John had warned you not to let Hyuck take risks with you. “He’s only brought a girl around once,” the twenty-nine year old had explained, “and even with that, he’s the only guy I know who goes faster with a backpack.”

You’re not surprised that John would insist on proper gear for a ride of this caliber. When you and Hyuck pull up to his townhouse, he’s standing in the garage with three different jackets laid across the hood of his new black ram truck. 

“Hey, Speedy Racer, hi, Princess,” John smiles, pulling you into a hug that lingers before assessing Hyuck as he’s taking off his helmet. “You excited for this?”

“So excited,” you respond, grinning from ear to ear.

“Hold onto this one,” John says, addressing your boyfriend, “she’s not a scardey cat like the last girl.”

“Trust me, I’m planning on holding on,” Hyuck promises, coming up behind you to wrap you in his arms. 

“So… is this the gear?” you ask, assessing the jackets on the car.

“Yeah, I bought these for my ex.” John runs a hand through his dark hair. “Figure they need a new home now.”

“Why don’t you get your own girlfriend?” Hyuck teases, squeezing you roughly.

John only sighs at your boyfriend’s antics. “Anyways, try them all on, see which one you like best.”

You shrug off your own wind breaker, picking up the first black leather jacket. It looks nice, but it’s a little large, and John explains that it’s usually meant for a hoodie underneath, which he can grab for you if you’d like. 

The second one fits a little better, but it’s still not as snug as you’d enjoy. 

When you pick up the third jacket, a white leather piece with black detailing, you can already tell from the feel of the material that it will be your favourite. As you put it on, you note the small amount of padding, the way it hugs your body. 

“That’s the one, princess,” Hyuck muses, looking you up and down.

“It looks good,” John offers you a smile. He turns, heading for a drawer, where he pulls out a pair of black riding gloves. “One last touch,” he explains, passing them to you.

When you put on the leather gloves, you finally feel like an actual motorcycle girlfriend.

“Are we good to go?” John asks.

“I just need to go piss first,” Hyuck says. “Princess, come with.”

John cocks his eye brow, but doesn’t say anything as Hyuck pulls you into the townhome, leading you down a hall to the first floor bathroom.

“What are you doing?” you laugh when he closes the door behind you, locking it securely.

“Got you something,” Hyuck tells you, reaching into his jacket.

Your heart thumps at what this present could be, and it lurches into your throat when he takes out a pink, egg vibrator.

“Hyuck, this isn’t a good idea-”

“Are you kidding?” he grins. “It’s the best idea I’ve ever had, come here”

You don’t fight him when he reaches for your hand, tugging you closer. His lips meet yours, and you eagerly kiss him back, his tongue swiping against your own. His mouth quickly moves to your throat, and his breath tickles when he whispers, “You’re going to love this.”

He gets down onto his knees, quickly pulling your pants and underwear down. The cool air of the bathroom makes your skin tingle, and your boyfriend leans forward, pressing a kiss to the patch of skin just under your belly button.

“Hyuck-” you whisper, threading your fingers through his hair.

“Be good for me,” he tells you, spreading your thighs as much as the pants by your feet can allow. It’s an odd angle, but your boyfriend somehow gets his skilled tongue licking at your folds, his lips wrapping around your clit. 

One finger enters you, then two. He pushes at the spongy spot that has your toes curling in your shoes, your legs shaky. Then, to your disappointment, he pulls away.

Hyuck looks up at you, watching your reactions as he brings the internal vibrator to your pussy, gently pushing it inside.

“How’s that feel?” he asks, breath hot along your sensitive inner thighs.

“Good,” you respond, swallowing thickly.

“Perfect.” He kisses your stomach, then pulls up your jeans. “This is going to be the best ride you’ve ever been on.”

The three of you had arrived at the dealership with ten minutes before the kickstands-up start time. Hyuck had introduced you to friends you’ve not yet had the chance to meet, and he hadn’t turned the vibrator on yet.

But when everyone gets on their bikes in preparation for the hour ride ahead of you, Hyuck reaches into his pocket, at first, you think it’s just to turn on music for your Bluetooth earbuds, but that’s when the low setting of the toy kicks into gear.

Your thighs immediately squeeze around him at the stimulus, your grip on his hips tightening.

Hyuck tosses you a look over his shoulder, then flips his visor down, turning to face the road and revving his engine.

The vibrations from the Harley and the toy have your entire body tingling with delight, and you realize that while this might be the best ride of your life, it’s definitely going to be the longest, in more ways than one.

You do your best to focus on the sight in front of you rather than the vibrations. There must be over twenty Harleys on this ride, and it feels momentous in some odd way to be a part of this. 

Your group comes up to the turn light outside the dealership, after this, you’ll be on the highway. The riders are in two columns, taking up one stretch of lane. When you turn your head, you realize Johnny is pulled up beside you. He pushes his tinted visor up, flashing you a wink while you all wait.

Hyuck turns to stare at John, and as the light shifts, they both begin to rev their engines. You can’t help the giggle of delight that bubbles within you, it’s as if the two are caught up in some type of pissing match, and others soon join in.

The first two riders take off as the turn light switches on. Hyuck shifts into gear, and the motorcycle pulls forward, your knees digging against his thighs for grip as you prepare for the speed that’s about to come now that you’re on the highway.

You’ve heard John and others call Hyuck ‘Speedy Racer,’ and you know your boyfriend has a reputation for breaking limits, but in your short experience backpacking, nothing could have prepared you for how fast all the bikes are moving the moment you’re all clear of the turn.

You can see the way the men are feeding off of each other. They’re respectful of those in front of them… to a point, but everyone looks like they have something to prove, or maybe it’s just a love for the extreme.

Either way, you can only hold on as the outskirts of the city flash by you faster than they ever have before. 

The music playing through your earbud shifts, and as ‘Or Nah’ by Ty Dolla $ign comes on, you realize Hyuck’s making you listen to his sex playlist. 

Fuck- Your pussy clenches around the vibrator, your fingers digging into his hips.

You watch Hyuck’s grip tighten on his handlebars, his veins flexing under numerous dark hand tattoos that always turn you on way more than they should.

His engine revs aggressively, prompting the rider in front of him to go even faster and close the gap between the person two bikes up. 

John matches Hyuck’s speed on your left, turning to look at you both. 

It feels suddenly very dirty - and exhilarating - at the same time, to be doing this.

If only John knew what sinful music is ringing through your head, what dizzying vibrations are coursing through your pussy-

There are small district type suburbs outside of the city, and you somehow make the fifteen to thirty minute stretch to the next closest one in what must be only five minutes. You’re breathless by the time you get to the next light, one of two on the highway in this zone, and even though you think you’ll be able to catch a moment of reprieve, you’re wrong.

Hyuck reaches into his pocket, dialing up the intensity of the vibrator.

Your legs shake around him, your breaths coming out in hot pants inside your helmet.

John is looking at you again, and he motions for you to lift your visor.

Sure, any rider watching you practically hyperventilate at a red light would suggest lifting the piece of plastic keeping your face contained in your helmet- but that’s the last thing you want to do right now.

Hyuck lifts his own visor, looking over his shoulder at you then back at John. He leans a little to the left to get closer to his friend, and John’s the one to ask “Is she good?”

“She’s perfect,” Hyuck shouts over the sound of engines. His hand finds yours on his hip, rubbing you gently. “Aren’t you, princess?”

Taking a deep breath, you lift your visor, managing a small smile at your boyfriends ‘bike dad.’

“I’m okay,” you try to reassure John, but your voice is shaky.

Before John can say anything else, engines catch your attention and all three of you look forward, where the light has turned green.

“Visors down,” Hyuck warns you, knocking his own back into place before booting his kickstand back up. The bike lurches forward not two seconds later, and you’re left scrambling to adjust your helmet before latching back onto your boyfriends waist.

There’s a sissybar at your back, and you know logically that it will keep you from sliding off the end of the Harley, but you’re still not used to this type of speed. You can’t help but hold on like Hyuck is your life line, and with your mischievous speedy racer of a lover in control of the vibrator wedged between your sensitive walls, he kind of is. 

Lucky for everyone taking part in ride night, the second light in this small town is green, and your group flies through, the signs noting the speed increase back to normal highway regulations- although, you’re sure everyone here is going way over what’s posted.

You can’t see Hyuck’s speedometer with his body in front of yours, and part of you doesn’t want to see it.

You close your eyes, giving in to the onslaught of sensations. 

The air ripping at your tight riding jacket, gravel buffering your knees ever so often, music ringing through your helmet, the powerful vibrator in your pussy, and the even more powerful machine that Hyuck maneuvers like a God-

If you focus too hard, if you allow yourself to enjoy all of this, you might just cum, and part of you wants to resist that, so you open your eyes, looking over at John on the bike next to you.

Hyuck might be the notorious dare devil, but John’s not all that angelic either. The man is standing straight up on his foot pegs, his butt raised completely off his seat. The wind is tearing at his leather jacket, and you can’t even imagine the pressure of the air he’s cutting through, battering at his body-

Even so, he looks as free as you’ve ever seen a man look.

Your pussy pulses pathetically around the toy and you grip Hyuck’s hips, legs shaking around his own.

His hand lands on your thigh, squeezing, as if to say ‘cum for me,’ and your body can’t help itself this time. You release all the pressure, your muscles going slack for a moment of peace before contracting from the power of your orgasm.

Your core throbs desperately around the vibrator, your eyes closing to enjoy the sensation.

Hyuck takes his hand away from your thigh, revving the engine and kicking into an even higher gear. The bike purs below you, as if she - like her master - is amped up from the energy of your release.

John sits back down on his bike to match Hyuck’s acceleration, and you can feel his eyes on you. Another pang of pleasure erupts through your form, your visor fogging up from how hard you’re panting.

Hyuck makes a motion at John, and with your vision obscured, it’s hard to tell exactly what he’s saying. However, when he forms his hand into a fist and shakes it aggressively to emulate a vibrator, you can almost picture the look of recognition behind John’s tinted visor.

You can’t bring yourself to think about it too hard right now, your orgasm still throbbing through you like white hot summer rays.

It’s hard to gauge time on the back of a bike. With the world going past you at what feels like a hundred miles a minute, it could be an orgasm that lasts five minutes, or five seconds, you’re not sure.

All you can do is hold on, allowing the pleasure to overtake you until it subsides, your muscles slowing the contractions around the vibrator. 

You don’t know it yet, but this will be your first of six orgasms on the back of Hyuck’s bike during the hour and a half ride to the bar.

Hyuck had turned off the vibrator at the first red light you’d reached after entering the town that will be your final destination. You’d slumped like a limp rag doll behind him, trying to catch your breath the rest of the way.

When the group of Harleys pulls into the bar parkinglot, you’re honestly not sure you’ll even be able to stand, and your legs are wobbly as you nearly stumble off the back of Hyuck’s bike.

You fumble with the straps of your helmet, tearing it off and taking a big gasp of air.

Hyuck’s much more graceful with his movements, bending down to pick up the earbud that’s fallen to the ground with the force of the removal of your helmet. “You good, princess?”

You narrow your eyes at him, knowing your cheeks are flushed and you probably look like a mess.

“I’ll make it better,” Hyuck promises, standing and pulling you into a breathtaking kiss. You can’t help the way you react to him, leaning against his chest and completely melting. It feels so good to be touched, finally, after over and hour of what feels like torture. You can almost forget about the gang of bikers whistling and howling at the sight. 

Hyuck pulls away too quickly, putting his helmet on his bike before grabbing yours to do the same. Then, he latches onto your hand. “Come on,” he says gruffly.

You want to ask if you should wait for the rest of the riders to park properly, but when Hyuck begins to tug you toward the bar, your words get caught in your throat.

The dive bar hostess’s eyes widen when you and Hyuck approach. “Hey, I’m with the group that just pulled up, my girlfriend’s been needing to piss since the last town, can we just use your bathroom real quick?”

The girl stammers, but Hyuck’s already pushing through with a gruff, “Thanks.”

It’s clear Hyuck’s been here before, because he knows exactly where he’s going. As he pushes you into the men’s bathroom, doing a quick look around to make sure it’s empty, your heart begins to thunder in your chest.

“Hyuck-”

“Come on, princess,” he shakes his head at you, tugging you into a stall, “I didn’t toy with you for over an hour just to leave you high and dry. You want to be filled, properly, don’t you?”

His breath is hot against your skin as he corners you into the small stall, pinning you against the black plastic wall. 

You don’t have it in you to wait for him to fuck you till you get home, but you don’t have it in you to speak much either, all you can do is whimper and nod, clutching at his hoodie to pull him into a kiss.

He groans against you, and the sound goes straight to your core. Hyuck’s lips quickly move to your throat, teasing by your sweet spot while you moan and thread your fingers through his soft hair.

When his teeth graze past the collar of your jacket, you push your hips forward, silently begging for more friction. He rewards you by pushing his thigh between your own, allowing you to grind down on him while his nimble fingers tug down the zipper.

For a moment, a scene flashes through your mind's eye. You envision John in a very similar position to where you are now, some faceless lover, adorned in the jacket that’s now keeping you from Hyuck-

 Your boyfriend buries his face in your exposed tits now, holding the leather open so he can access the cleavage pushed up by your bra.

“Hyuck, please-” you whimper, acutely aware that you’re in a public restroom.

“So needy,” he chuffs, nipping at your collarbone.

His hand slips to your pants, undoing them before roughly tugging the fabric down.

“Can you push the vibe out for me baby?” he prompts, thumb circling your clit.

The mere graze of his digit against your throbbing bud has your core clenching, following through with his command. Hyuck catches the vibrator as it falls, grinning at you. “Now say ah.”

“What?”

“It’s to keep you quiet, plus, I need this shit clean so I can put it back in my pocket.”

He’s such a fuck, but you dutifully open your mouth for him, accepting the toy.

The taste of your own pussy on your tongue has you mewling for Hyuck, reaching down to fumble with his belt.

You can feel his cock pressing against his jeans, and you’re practically drooling around the makeshift gag ball by the time you get him free of the denim.

Hyuck grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for a haphazardly sinful kiss. He licks at the toy, groaning from your slick that coats the plastic vibrator. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls, staring you in the eyes for a moment full of tension.

Then he flips you around, pushing at your back so your chest is pressed to the wall of the stall.

“Spread your legs for me, princess,” he instructs.

You do as you’re told, and he rubs the tip of his cock along your pussy lips a moment later. You moan around the vibrator, closing your eyes. 

God, you need to be filled so fucking bad-

“Always so wet for me,” Hyuck murmurs by your ear, his mouth teasing past your throat. “You came what? Five times on my bike? Six? You’re gonna give me one more.”

He pushes his cock into your wet hole, bottoming out immediately while your toes curl in your shoes, your nails clawing against the plastic wall of the stall.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, digging his fingers into your hips. 

“So fucking big,” you retort, and it’s true. Hyuck is around 5’9, maybe 5’10 or 5’11 on a good day in his work boots- but where he’s lacking - arguably - in height, he makes up for in cock. He’s probably around seven, seven and a half inches. And he’s girthy too, stretching out your tight pussy in a way a vibrator only wishes it could.

This is what you’ve been needing for over an hour.

All the toys in the world, but nothing, nothing, is like Hyuck’s cock. He sure as hell knows how to use it.  

Hyuck begins to rut into you, lips hot against your throat. The layers of leather covering your form are making you sweat, but then again, you’ve been sweating since that first orgasm. You can’t even bring yourself to care about the uncomfortable nature of this, because you’ve been desperate for Hyuck, and nothing is going to tear you away from this experience.

Nothing-

Except the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Hyuck freezes momentarily, then he slaps his hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds that have been escaping past the vibrator.

He picks up where he left off, railing into you even harder while your eyes roll back into your head.

Fuck, at this point, you feel like you’re possessed, spiritually, and physically.

No other man in your life has ever tempted you to be in a situation like this one, but Hyuck’s nothing if not a guy who broadens your horizons.

“You two are such animals.”

John’s voice makes your skin tingle, your eyes opening. You turn your head, meeting Hyuck’s gaze behind you. He only laughs. “Easy for you to say old man,” he calls.

“A vibrator in your girl’s pussy during ride night,” you can practically hear John shaking his head, “funny, I never thought of that.”

“Do you have something to say to me, or did you come just to chat and listen to my girl get railed?” Hyuck asks, irritation and amusement laced in his words.

“I got to watch her cum on your bike a couple of times, she wasn’t exactly subtle about it, I figure, might as well have some audio to burn into my memory too.”

Fucking hell.

Your pussy clenches desperately around Hyuck, and he laughs, kissing your throat.

“Oddly enough, John, I think my princess is into that. Open your mouth baby, let’s give John the vibrator to hold onto for now.”

You do as you’re told, spitting the toy into Hyuck’s hand and staring at him with a question in your eyes.

“You stay right here,” Hyuck instructs, pressing his hand to the back of your head to force your face against the wall. His motions have stopped, and he reaches behind himself to open the door. From the angle of where you are against the stall, John can’t see you, all he can do is reach in and accept the vibrator from your boyfriend. “Clean that off for me, will ya?”

You hear Johnny chuckle to himself, and then Hyuck’s locking the door again.

“Okay, baby, no need to hold back now. Put on a show for John, I know you want to.”

The first whimper that escapes you makes you claw at the wall, pressing your forehead against the cold plastic. Your eyes close, your teeth gnawing at your lip.

“Are you…” you swallow thickly, stifling a moan. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be, princess? It’s only John.”

“Fuck-” you whine as Hyuck reaches around your front, his fingers toying with your clit. 

“You always told me you had a thing for older men. Said I wasn’t your usual type- not daddy enough for you, well, here you go, baby. Let daddy hear you moan for my cock.” 

You seriously can’t believe this is happening. All you can do is try to relax while Hyuck fucks you stupid in some dive bar bathroom stall, your core still throbbing and desperate after six orgasms from a vibrator while on his bike. The fingers on your oversensitive bud are unrelenting, just like your boyfriend, and at this point, you can’t even bring yourself to care that his ride night dad is listening in, only a few feet away. 

“You sound so pretty, princess, show John how pretty you sound, stop holding back.”

Hyuck begins to suck on your sweet spot, and you gasp loudly, eyes closing. Each thrust of his hips has his cock hitting a place deep inside of you, making your toes curl. Then he pinches your clit, and you suck in a strangled breath.

“Want you to cum for me, baby, show us that you’re a good girl.”

“Hyuck-”

“Now’s not the time to talk.” His free hand wraps around your throat, and you shiver with anticipation. “Good girls listen to their boyfriends, don’t they princess?”

When he squeezes your neck, your core throbs, and a few more circles of your aching clit has you seeing stars. You let out a strangled gasp, grabbing at Hyuck’s tattooed wrist, keeping his hand around your throat while your pussy clenches tight on his cock, your orgasm washing over you like a waterfall.

“That’s it, princess,” Hyuck coos. “And you’re going to take every drop of my cum too, right? I know how much you love being full.”

“Please-” you whimper.

“Fuck.” You hear John groan just outside the stall, and another wave of pleasure erupts through you, goosebumps fleckling along your flesh. You’re delirious at this point, overcome by the high that’s tearing through every fiber of your being.

“Okay, princess, I’m there- take it, take it-” Hyuck squeezes your throat even tighter, and you gasp when you feel his cock twitch inside of you, filling you up with warmth while his hips stutter with effort.

“Hyuck-” you whimper, beginning to struggle in his grasp.

He releases your neck, tilting your head so he can lean over your shoulder and press his hot lips against your own, tongue invading your mouth while he finishes.

You’re both gasping by the time he stills inside of you. He rests his forehead against your own, breathing deeply and looking at you under heavy lids.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he whispers, pressing a shockingly chaste kiss to your lips.

Hyuck pulls away, helping you sit down onto the toilet so his cum doesn’t get on your clothes. He quickly wipes his cock. “We’ll give you some privacy,” he winks, exiting the stall. “Come on, John.”

Both men leave, and you’re free to pee in peace, trying to catch your breath.

When you’re finished up in the bathroom, you find Hyuck waiting right outside. His arm slings around your shoulder and he leads you onto the covered patio where everyone is already seated and enjoying drinks.

John waves the two of you over to a table, and you find it difficult to meet his gaze when you sit down.

It’s clear from the way John and Hyuck dive into a conversation with one of their friends that neither of them intend to discuss what just happened, and that’s fine by you. There’s always another time, and there’s always another ride night. 

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🔮 preview. “You’ve been good, cum for your boyfriend, bet he’ll love it when you make a mess on his tongue.” John is so suave- he knows exactly what to say, exactly how to be respectful but still an active verbal participant while Hyuck takes you to the edge. The combination of dirty talk and Hyuck’s motions on your pussy have you clamping down with a whine, your muscles clenching hard around Hyuck’s fingers while you cum.

cw/ tw. Vibrating anal plug while on a Harley, exhibitionism, voyeurism, threesome, unprotected sex, protected sex, double penetration (cock & fingers), anal, dirty talk, praise, spitting, pussy eating, multiple reader orgasms, dom/sub dynamic, hand job,  etc…   I petnames. (hers) Princess, baby. (Hyuck’s)  master. (John’s) daddy.

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Riding with a toy inside your pussy is one thing, but riding with a butt plug is an entirely other arena of sensation. It’s been two months since your first ride night, and in those months, you and Hyuck have discussed allowing Johnny to join you for some fun. Hyuck had only agreed if he would have complete control, and part of that control, is stretching you out like this.

The worst part is they’re not even going to fuck you at the bar. No, you’re going to be wearing this plug for hours, and only after everything is finished, will you be heading to John’s for the final pleasure of the night.

Hyuck had also chosen to give you a vibrating plug, and for the ride there, he’d kept control of it, but at the bar, that had all changed. Sat between Johnny and Hyuck the two had passed the remote back and forth discreetly, and whenever the plug would jump inside of you, your head would be whipping to figure out who had decided to tease you.

You’re accepting a glass of beer from the waitress when the plug begins to vibrate, and you nearly spill your drink all over yourself. First, your eyes shift to Hyuck, only to find his hands on the table, which means the culprit is John.

He flashes you a wink, and you think you might just die here and now.

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🌙 starring. Lee Donghyuck x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “You always told me you had a thing for older men. Said I wasn’t your usual type- not daddy enough for you, well, here you go, baby. Let daddy hear you moan for my cock.” You seriously can’t believe this is happening. All you can do is try to relax while Hyuck fucks you stupid in some dive bar bathroom stall, your core still throbbing and desperate after six orgasms from a vibrator while on his bike. The fingers on your oversensitive bud are unrelenting, just like your boyfriend, and at this point, you can’t even bring yourself to care that his ride night dad is listening in, only a few feet away. 

tw/cw. Exhibitionism, riding a Harley with a vibrator inside of you, multiple orgasms, fucking in a bar bathroom while someone (John) listens in, overstimulation, unprotected sex, vibrator as a ball gag, voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, choking, brief pussy eating, Hyuck has tattoos, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

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You close your eyes, giving in to the onslaught of sensations. 

The air ripping at your tight riding jacket, gravel buffering your knees ever so often, music ringing through your helmet, the powerful vibrator in your pussy, and the even more powerful machine that Hyuck maneuvers like a God-

If you focus too hard, if you allow yourself to enjoy all of this, you might just cum, and part of you wants to resist that, so you open your eyes, looking over at John on the bike next to you.

Hyuck might be the notorious dare devil, but John’s not all that angelic either. The man is standing straight up on his foot pegs, his butt raised completely off his seat. The wind is tearing at his leather jacket, and you can’t even imagine the pressure of the air he’s cutting through, battering at his body-

Even so, he looks as free as you’ve ever seen a man look.

Your pussy pulses pathetically around the toy and you grip Hyuck’s hips, legs shaking around his own.

His hand lands on your thigh, squeezing, as if to say ‘cum for me,’ and your body can’t help itself this time. You release all the pressure, your muscles going slack for a moment of peace before contracting from the power of your orgasm.

Your core throbs desperately around the vibrator, your eyes closing to enjoy the sensation.

Hyuck takes his hand away from your thigh, revving the engine and kicking into an even higher gear. The bike purs below you, as if she - like her master - is amped up from the energy of your release.

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Genre: High School AU (at beginning) ; Tarot Reader!Witch!Hyuck

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: (for future chapters will bold if in use) belief contradictions, mentions of r*pe, blood, swearing, violence, mentions of abuse, slow but with a purpose

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader (F)

PAGE OF PENTACLES - dreams, desire, new opportunities

Later that day, Donghyuck had found himself at work late the evening. The sky turned a granite purple, once that’s usually only seen in summer. It was odd to see it at this time of year but, also quite soothing to him. He sighed to himself as he stood at the front counter of the fast food restaurant that was usually busy but then again it was a weekday. The parking lot as well as the dining area was barren, he noticed. He sighed before looking back out through the huge glass windows.

For some reason, when he looked back up, he saw Cosimia there, with a bike beside her. He froze there as she looked back at him. She was alone and he saw she looked different from earlier today. She wore a pink dress showed a lot more than he had ever seen. The bruise on her neck was gone as well. That’s when he realized it was just a figment of his imagination. He just blinked and suddenly no one was there, no trace either.

He brushed it off with the excuse of not sleeping properly. He wondered why he saw her of all the people he could and would see in hallucinations. After all, he had just met her that day. Though, even after the hallucination, he started to see her more. Donghyuck noticed whenever she was around, could spot her from a distance as well. It’s like after that day it was impossible to unsee her.

The sound of coins on the counter filled his ears as he counted the change he had. Renjun and Mark, two of his best friends, had already payed for their food and were ready to go. Donghyuck cursed under his breath when he realized he didn’t have enough money to get the burrito he ordered. Mark heard this and came over and before he could ask he saw the coins on the counter. The older was quick to hand the cashier some money.

“Thanks,” The younger muttered. “Again.”

“Any time.” The other nodded.

Truth be told, he felt pathetic about not being able to pay for his own food half the time. Despite him having a job and working late hours, he never had money and his friends always had to pay for him. They knew it all went to providing for his siblings and mom and they didn’t have a problem with paying but he still felt bad about it.

He walked out of the Mexican restaurant with his friends, more focused on the food in his hands than anything else. They were ahead of him and already at the Mark’s Hummer. They laughed together talking about the small party they went to together the other night. They hadn’t notice Donghyuck being abnormally quiet that day.

He didn’t mind not being included in the conversation. He was only meant to hear it anyway but he really wasn’t even doing that. He was too lost in his thoughts, which was odd for him when he was with people. His mind dragged on Cosimia for unknown reasons to him, he figured it was the hallucination he experienced.

“Still can’t believe all the dumb shit Yangyang did that night.” Mark tsked. “He just had to get stupid high.”

“Please,” Renjun scoffed. “You would considering you’re the dumbest bitch of them all.”

“Not the one that ended up in the cooler of melting ice though.” Mark retorted.

“At least Yangyang wasn’t the one that ended up in the creek that resulted in an infection the next morning.” Donghyuck butted in.

“Touché.”

Mark finally unlocked his car with his keys to which he and the long dark haired boy hopped in. His best friends continued their conversation as the youngest had only put the food in. He still stood outside, ready to get in. Something told him to turn around, he didn’t know why but he trusted his instinct nonetheless. When he looked out toward the street, he saw Cosimia on the other side.

He blinked this time to make sure it wasn’t just another one of those figments again. It wasn’t, it was really her. She looked small with her backpack so full as tear slide down her cheeks. She would wipe her tears away occasionally with the sleeve of her black sweatshirt. Her lips were quite swollen as well. He wondered why she was crying, and why so hard but it really wasn’t any of his business. He felt bad seeing her like that as well. She’d be late to sixth period as lunch was almost over.

“Are you getting in or what?!” Renjun yelled, knocking Donghyuck out of his trance.

“Yeah, sorry...” The other boy mumbled under his breath as he hopped in the car.

The eldest had his hand on the key which sat in the ignition. Donghyuck glanced back at the girl across the street once again before he came back to staring at the key in thd ignition. He hesitated for a moment to say anything about it. Though, when the car started, he finally brought himself to lurch forward.

“Hey, Mark,” Donghyuck said, grabbing the car seat in front of him. “Do you think we can pick up that girl and give her a ride back to school?”

His dark haired friend had followed where he had pointed. His eyes landed on the infamous girl and left him a bit confused. He didn’t take the other boy as someone who would’ve been in cahoots with her.

“The crazy freshmen girl?” Mark questioned.

Donghyuck nodded, gingerly at the other’s expression. He felt weird about what he had asked now and felt the uncomfortable stares coming from his friends penetrate through him like arrows. He really wondered how everyone knew her when she was invisible practically. He knew the name she was called but never knew the face that went with it until the other day. Was it like that for other people? What exactly were the things she said that made her such a topic of pathetic gossip from high schoolers? He didn’t even get that much attention and he was quote-on-quote popular.

“She’s my Biology tutor.” He was quick to find a lie. “I should be nice to her, shouldn’t I?”

“Whatever.” The older rolled his eyes, feeling like giving her a ride was just going out of his way to be nice (which he really didn’t feel was the word to describe the youngest boy).

Nevertheless, Mark still did what Donghyuck asked since, for once, he did it so nicely. His sandy colored Hummer pulling up beside her didn’t seem to frighten her. Rather, it made her panic by the way she tried to dry her tear stained cheeks and blink away the tears left in her eyes for unknown reasons.

Donghyuck scooter over to the opposite of the car and rolled down the window to talk to her, “Would you like a ride back to school?”

He noticed his voice was much softer and calmer than usual, “You’ll be late the way you’re walking.”

“Ah, fuck.” She muttered under her breath, a shakiness still clear in her voice.

As if on queue, a man stepped out from one of the house’s driveways, “¡Cosimia!”

It caught everyone’s attention as they all saw the very tan, greasy looking man standing not far down the street from them. Anger could be seen in his expression, especially his eyes, it seem like they were about to turn red.

“¡Ven acá ahora!” He yelled, veins popped out of his neck and forehead.

Donghyuck was shocked at how calm she had remained in the situation. With what he assumed to be her father looked absolutely terrifying. He started to connect a few things in his mind as well, assuming she was crying because of the man just down the street as well. When she came to look at the boy once more, it was obvious she was trying to hide the fact that she was scared. Despite how calm she seemed and terrified was actually was, it was like she accepted and knew everything.

“It doesn’t look like I’ll be needing it.” She sniffed. “Thanks anyway.”

She ran down the street toward the man who was presumably her father. The boys focused on them and saw them walk into the driveway of the the orange house that sat next the creek. Donghyuck always loved that house for some reason, he thought it was pretty where it sat in the mist of plush green.

They ended up having to drive by the house in the following moments in order to get back on the other side of the road to get back to school. Their attention still focused on the orange house as they went by. For a brief moment they saw Cosimia be dragged up the driveway by her hair and thrown inside the house by her backpack. The door slammed shut, blocking her off from the world. The orange paint looked so inviting but it didn’t seem so nice on the inside from what they had witnessed.

“That explains a lot.” Mark mumbled.

“If she has to deal with that,” Renjun sighed. “No wonder she acts so weird...”

“Her name is Cosimia.” Donghyuck butted in , feeling a random surge of anger corse through him. “You both should really stop calling her ‘the weird freshmen girl’ and act like that’s her only trait. It’s rude, kinda long and she probably doesn’t like it.”

“Do you have a crush on her or something?” Renjun asked.

“No,” He shook his head. “But if she’s going through what we just saw, you think you could at least respect her and make her feel safe at school if she can’t feel it at home.”

“What do you know about respect, Haechan?” The oldest tsked. “You’re an asshole to everyone.”

“I know she deserves it. The only reason I’m an asshole to you guys is because I love you and you know that, so shut up. I’m not an asshole to randoms like you think.”

The car went silent after he leaned back in his car seat with his arms crossed. The atmosphere was still enough to be suffocating for all of them. Renjun and Mark both glanced back at the other boy through the mirror occasionally. It was clear he was pissed off, the look prevalent on his face as he looked out the tinted window. They didn’t understand why he’d be upset either about what they had said. They were all just thankful it was a short ride back to school and they had different classes for the rest of the day. Everything would be better tomorrow, wouldn’t it?

The conversation was forgotten the next day and everything was back to normal between the guys. Though, Donghyuck noticed Cosimia missing from her seat the next day and she was also missing a day after that. He started to wonder about her whenever he saw the empty desk in class. He still remembered the scene in her driveway, vividly. It made him feel anxious thinking about it again as he twirled his pencil in his hand. He wished he would’ve gone through with his thought of checking up on her after school the other day. He even questioned himself for being so worried about a stranger.

“Hey, Donghyuck,” Ms. Nelson called him over once the bell rang.

“Yeah?” He asked as he zipped up his backpack before he threw it over his shoulder.

“Cosimia is tutoring you, right?” She questioned.

“We’re sorting it out... Why?”

“Can you do her a favor and go to her classes and pick up the work she’s missed and bring it to her?”

“I thought that’s why the freshmen got chrome books this year for.”

“Yes, but she hasn’t email any of us. It isn’t like her and we need someone to check up on her.”

He was rather eager to take up the responsibility. His teacher handed him a sheet with teachers and room numbers. At the end of the day, when he collected everything he walked to her house as it wasn’t that far from the school. He could see the top of the orange house from a street down which he focused on.

He was shocked to see her outside when he got there. Her back faced him as her hands clung to the black fencing that blocked the house off from the creek. Her hair was brushed but fizzy. The wind blew it gently. She only wore black shorts and white tank top, it was weird for him to see her in something that revealed more of her skin but the colors seemed to stay the same. Her legs and arms had bruises here and there that ranged in colors. Seeing the ones the color of red wine truly sickened him. She must’ve been freezing.

“You’re lucky my father isn’t here...” She uttered, he didn’t think she knew he was there. “He would beat you to a bloody pulp if he knew you came here.”

Her words sounded threatening but her tone suggested otherwise. It seemed like a warning but not a threatening one, one to protect rather. Donghyuck didn’t really pick up the difference in the moment and still felt panicked at what she said.

He coughed, “I just came to give you your homework.”

“Thanks,” She mumbled.

She still didn’t budge from her spot at the fence though. He felt annoyed by that, her not even turning around to look at him when they talked. He came to stand next to her in hope she’d finally take the papers so he could get out of there. She still didn’t pay any mind to him and stayed focus on the shallow creek below that’d soon get bigger as the rain started to come.

“I’ve always wanted to follow the creek and see where it would take me...” She sighed, softly.

“Don’t be stupid,” He huffed, looking at the creek as well. “Everyone knows it leads out to the bay and into the ocean.”

“But before that,” She muttered. “Where would I go?”

“That’s what maps are for.”

She chuckled, almost inaudibly before she came to smiling. He’d never seen that either, it was refreshing, honestly. She finally came to look at him.

“I like you,” She blurted. “You’re the type of friend I’ve always wanted...”

“We barely know each other.” He reminded her.

“We should run away together.”