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multiland · 3 years ago

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strawberry flavored basorexia - k.jw.

(noun.) the overwhelming desire to kiss

summary: you’ve been feeling some kind of way towards your friend, who’s always been insanely gorgeous in your eyes... but fuck, those lips look so nice, and you just want to kiss him until they’re red and swollen.

pairing: Jungwoo x female reader

genre: friends to lovers, smut.

warnings: Jungwoo has the habit of chewing strawberry gum, Haechan is an annoying bestie, Jungwoo is really sweet but also really hot, reader has a wet dream, an insane amount of kissing, teasing, slight fingering, unprotected sex.

word count: 7.6k

a/n: I hope you like it everyone! please remember feedback is very very very much appreciated! 💖

The evening arrives in a blink of an eye after doing the chores, cooking and cleaning around the house. You get into the shower not long after, freshening up before your friends arrive.

The warm water welcomes your skin and provokes a sigh to fall from your lips. As you start washing up, and as if your brain didn’t have anything better to do, memories from the dream you had last night start flooding your mind.

Your eyes press shut, flashbacks of the intense makeout sending shivers down your spine.

The story is simple. You’re a heavy sleeper for the most part, but for some reason, your mind decided it’d be a good idea to put one of your friends in a dream to kiss you heatedly. This friend is named Jungwoo; a tall guy with curious doe eyes, fluffy hair and a gentle smile from art’s school you met a couple of years ago, when Donghyuck introduced him to the group because turns out, they were sharing a class together and your friends being the way they are, ended up adopting him into the circle. He started spending lunch with all of you almost every day, going out to the same parties, and even joining you in the library in some of your failed study sessions.

He was visibly tense at first, he seemed to be shy around new people, especially you despite having a queue of girls swooning over him. Truthfully so handsome for his own good with his gentle voice and chivalry, model-like walks and dazzling smiles while running his fingers through his hair were enough to drive a large number of the female students into their own doom. He didn’t seem to be aware of his attractiveness in the beginning, but that quickly changed after spending too much time with Haechan, who would continuously boost his ego by complimenting his looks.

One particular hard week of exams, when all of your group of friends were losing their mental stability and you had to go to the library and bury your face in chemistry books to try and save the semester, the two of you met in one of the aisles, as he was casually looking for some books himself. You were on your tiptoes, cursing under your breath at your short height as you tried to reach the book your teacher had recommended for you to study. A sudden presence was felt behind you and an arm reached for the object you needed. Turning around, you were met with Jungwoo, who kindly smiled at you.

“Here.” He said, handing you the thick book. Your lips curled up in a smile as you brought the book to press it against your chest.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He responded then, eyes averting to the title of the book in your hands before lifting his hand and pointing at it. “Organic chemistry?”

You looked down at the book and then met his eyes again, sighing.

“Yeah. It’s beating my ass and if I don’t pass the exam I’ll fail the semester.”

As you gnawed the inside of your cheek, Jungwoo grimaced.

“Dang. Need some help with it?”

Your brows furrowed together at the question, tilting your head.

“Are you good at it?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, shrugging.

“Kind of. I’m not Antoine Lavoisier, but I can try to help you out.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips, impressed by his comment although you wouldn’t admit it out loud, but also relieved to see some hope for you after all.

“That’d be nice of you.” You said. “But don’t you have your own stuff to work on?”

Jungwoo kept that soft smile on his face, shaking his head.

“No, it’s okay. Plus I guarantee you’ll learn quickly so we won’t take too much time on it anyway.”

After convincing you, the two of you walked to one of the empty tables and got to work. Book opened in front of you and he was sitting next to you, reading out loud the exercises as he followed the letters with his pencil. He scooted closer to get a better view, your heads almost bumping together and the smell of his cologne filling your nostrils in a very unexpected, yet pleasant way.

“Hold on, I think I have some notes in my old notebook.”

He opened his backpack and pulled out what you assumed was said notes. He turned the pages one by one, eyes glued to the paper as he absentmindedly tucked his hand in his pocket to take out a silver wrapper that he just discarded between his fingers to bring a piece of chewing gum to his mouth.

You had noticed a few times he had the habit of chewing gum very often, probably to calm his anxiety or perhaps just because he enjoyed the taste of strawberry way too much.

As your eyes remained fixed on the movements of his jaw, his eyes traveled to you and he laughed, the tip of his ears turning red.

“Sorry. At this point I just do it on autopilot.” He smiled, licking his lips. “Do you want some?”

You smiled and shook your head.

“No thanks, it’s okay.” You had said, forgetting about the curiosity behind the reason for his habit before he nodded and went back to explaining the subject.

You still don’t know if the topic was really that easy or he was a great teacher, but nonetheless, you passed the exam thanks to him.

When you broke the news to him, he was excited for you to the point where he patted your head and said he was proud of you. And you wouldn’t admit the way that made your stomach flip, either.

You started spending more time together, mostly the two of you when the rest of your friends were busy with their own schedules.

Another night, you met at a party. He was friends with the host and you didn’t notice he was there for most part of the night, too busy dancing with either Hyuck or Taeyong, drinking and letting loose until you met him in the kitchen as you went from another drink.

It was kind of a shock, the way he looked I mean, almost unrecognizable from his usual appearance. He would usually wear oversized sweaters, hoodies, jeans or even a plain button up shirt. Not that he looked bad, cause that was basically impossible for him, but that night he truly overcame himself.

Or maybe it was just you, but the black turtle neck, tight jeans, boots and leather jacket surely took you by surprise. You almost froze as you saw him leaning against a counter, drink in hand as he chatted with another guy. His hand in his pocket, silver necklace glistening under the light and visible piercing on his ears.

You felt stunned to the point of wondering if it was really him, as he finished downing his drink, placed the cup next to him and again, brought another packet of gum out to slip one piece into his mouth.

He probably felt your stare on him, eyes finding your figure at the entrance as a bright grin formed on his lips. He lifted his hand to wave and you nervously returned the gesture before he leaned to whisper something in the other guy’s ear, who just nodded and walked away. You gulped and looked away, trying to find the cooler to put some ice into your plastic cup. Your hands were shaking as he approached, and a sudden shiver ran down your spine when he called out your name from behind. That cologne again swept you off your feet.

Turning around, you smiled.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Didn’t know you were coming.” He said, watching your every move as you tried to open a bottle with your clumsily shaky hands. Why the hell were you nervous? Still a mystery. However, he just choked and moved his hands to the head of the bottle, warm fingers brushing with yours as he decided to help and your eyes followed. Long, slender fingers adorned with rings and making you feel some type of way, encasing your smaller ones as he spoke, “Let me.”

You pulled your hands away, your heartbeat increasing in speed as he opened the bottle and poured the liquid into your cup.

“Thanks.” You said, almost in a whisper. “Seems like I can’t do stuff on my own anymore.” You joked.

Jungwoo chuckled, handing you the cup before turning his body to face you. You looked up to meet his eyes, almost as if you hadn’t noticed the obvious height difference before, and what the fuck, he looked even more gorgeous from up close that night. Lips slightly tinted in red, sharp jawline and piercing gaze.

“Nah, come on. I just like to help you.” He responded, pulling you out of your own thoughts.

“My hero.” You teased, and he just laughed. “I’m with Hyuck and Taeyong, if you wanna join us?”

“Ah, sure. Shall we get going?”

You nodded, turning on your heels as the two of you made your way back to the living room. Talking about trivial stuff before he suddenly called your name and you stopped, turning to look at him.

“Yeah?”

He smiled, leaning down to whisper in your ear. There it was, that strawberry scent coming from his lips as he said:

“You look pretty.”

And you would never admit out loud the way you weren’t able to stop smiling after that comment.

Admittedly, you two get along very well, and you consider him a friend after all the times he’s been there to either save you or make you laugh when you’re having a bad day, even with the glares thrown at you whenever the two of you spend time together walking through the corridors. He even, more often than not, smacks Donghyuck in the head when he notices you’re getting annoyed or upset by his silly jokes. However, and although he isn’t close enough to attend all of your Friday’s get-togethers, the two of you are still close enough for you to be completely embarrassed by the sole idea of having a wet dream about him. And yeah, you’re probably very aware of his beauty, the plumpiness of his lips, and the smell of his cologne, but you never thought of him that way at all.

At least, not that you had noticed, until now.

The fact that the dream felt so real and caused some slick to pool between your legs doesn’t help at all. You were agitated, craving for some touch as soon as you opened your eyes, and since then, it’s been almost impossible for you to stop replaying the scene in your head.

The memory of you laying on your back on the couch, his tall figure hovering over you on a plaid shirt with the first buttons undone, full plump lips against yours molding deviously, and making your head spin. One of your hands buried in his blonde locks and the other one running over the skin of his chest. His tongue slipping past your mouth, and large hands holding onto your waist. Breath ragged, skins burning, and heartbeats racing. You nibbling on the delicious thickness of his lip, already swollen from your kiss, and him groaning. You yearning for more, pulse like a sledgehammer echoing in your ears, him grinding down on you and you mewling in response, throwing your head back as his hand lowers to the waistband of your panties, he’s getting there, so close to where you’re needing him the most, you could almost taste it, the way you’re going to lose your mind, needing it, wanting it.

But before something else happened, the buzzing of your phone against your bedside table forced you out of your sinful dream. Your breath was still uneven, your body was still heated, and you cursed, because what the fuck was that.

You blink and come back to reality, slightly shaking your head in a failed try to stop reviving said fantasy. You finish washing up, as you continue praying for this night with your friends to help you out somehow.

A small get together with your closest friends one Friday of each month is a normal occurrence, something more of a tradition that’s gotten place for the last 4 years. Normally, the host would be changing each time; Two months ago, it was Doyoung, a night where the weather was cold and rainy, which was the perfect excuse for some of the boys to make you all watch horror movies. Spread across the living room with pillows, blankets and shared snacks in front of the tv that would surely make Doyoung lose his mind when having to vacuum the carpet to get rid of all the crumbs. Donghyuck wouldn’t stop teasing you whenever a jumpscare popped on the movie, karma biting him in the ass not long after when power was out because of the storm and he ended clinging onto Mark in the verge of tears.

Last month it was Donghyuck’s turn to host, which he thought alcohol and VR games would be a great mix. You spent that weekend with him going chandelier shopping when Mark accidentally let go of the remote and shattered the thing with his flailing arms falling to his virtual death. Now that it is your turn to host, you are filling your best friend in on the safer and more alcohol-friendly option you'd come up with. Rummaging through your kitchen cabinets, you balance the phone between your ear and shoulder, hunting for enough snacks that wouldn't be devoured in fifteen minutes by all your friends.

"Yeah, I only have like, a packet of popcorn. Just buy whatever you want."

He groans.

"What are you in the mood for? Sweet or salty?"

"Hyuck, you know I can't make these kinds of decisions. All of the above?"

Donghyuck mocks your words. "What is it with girls and never knowing what they want? At least pick a movie out for tonight."

You roll your eyes, leaning your back against the countertop.

"If by pick one, you mean Russian Roulette on Netflix, then you got it. And besides, it's not like any of you will actually watch the movie. You just come to eat, drink, and make dirty jokes."

Your best friend scoffs, and you can easily picture the glare he'd be throwing in your direction if you were together. He couldn't deny it, and he couldn't help it– they were a bunch of twenty year old boys that might not have been laid in god knows how long.

"Okay, old maid. Don't forget your nun veil as you get ready."

"Bold of you to assume I'm getting ready for any of you. I just got out of the shower and got into the first pair of sweatpants I found." The ones you hadn't been wearing for the past 2 days straight.

"Dress code, sweatpants. Heard. See ya later. Mark keeps making gestures for me to hurry up and it's getting embarrassing."

With another chuckle and a shake of your head, you say.

"Cool. See ya."

You hang up the phone and toss it on the dining table, making your way to the living room to set everything up.

Around thirty minutes later, you hear a knock on the door. Hearing Donghyuck’s loud laugh on the other side, you toss the remote controller onto the couch and sigh, walking towards the entrance and swinging it open. As soon as you meet with your best friend’s beaming smile, you're quick to turn on your heels and make your way to the kitchen without sparing the rest of your friends a single glance.

All of their voices are mixed enough for you to not set them apart from just the sound, except for Donghyuck and Mark’s giggles, assuming Doyoung and Taeyong are speaking just as loud in a try to get the younger ones to listen.

“Awe babe, thanks for the welcome. I missed you too.” Donghyuck says sarcastically, throwing his arms around your frame from behind and squeezing you against his chest.

“We literally saw each other yesterday, get off of me, you brat.” You whine, moving his hands away before grabbing a towel to wipe the dining table. “Make yourself home or whatever. I made some space in the refrigerator in case you want to place the drinks and–” You continue as you turn around, words getting stuck in your throat when your eyes land on the boy walking into the room and placing some plastic bags on top of the table.

He smiles sweetly at you when your eyes meet and you can’t help but freeze on the spot because, what the fuck is he doing here? Not that you don’t like it when he visits… But this time, you clearly weren’t expecting him.

“Jungwoo?” His name rolls off your tongue, stating the obvious. His eyes move from the things he’s getting out of the bags to you, back and forth, his smile glued to his features. You can’t help but take a glance down at yourself, certainly not in your most graceful outfit.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind that I came.” He says, eyes setting on you with a hint of curiosity, waiting for your answer.

You clear your throat and a not-so-subtle nervous laugh erupts from your mouth.

“No, of course not.” You smile, realization hitting you after drinking his look in. Soft blonde hair, sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans, a necklace and rings on his fingers. As your eyes remain fixed on him, your stomach starts spinning, suddenly noticing how gorgeous he actually is, almost as if last night’s dream had switched something within you and now is making you see him in a different light. You look down at yourself once again, in nothing but your old sweatpants, socks, and a messy bun. Fucking hell. “I just– If I had known you were coming I would’ve dressed more properly.”

Jungwoo chuckles, shaking his head.

“Don’t be silly, come on. This is your house, you don’t need to dress up, much less for me.” He says, wiping the palm of his hands, now wet with the melted ice of the previously cold beverages in his pants, rolling the sleeves of his sweatshirt up his elbows and exposing a wristwatch and some bracelets. His arms look strong and veiny, and you gulp because how you wish he didn’t look so good doing something so simple. “You look so cute and comfy anyway.” He adds, sending a teasing wink your way.

Your cheeks heat up, which doesn’t usually happen, but you’re finding yourself feeling shy and small in front of him. Your mouth opens to speak before Donghyuck walks again into the kitchen and interrupts you.

“I told him he could come.” He says, smirking at you in a teasing manner. Almost as if his true intention was to embarrass you, but why would he? It’s not like he knows about the dream you had. “We were in the same class and he was going to be bored after, so I thought it’d be a good idea.”

“No. It’s okay.” You repeat. “You could’ve told me, though.” You say almost inaudibly, wishing you could just wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze until he begs for forgiveness.

Excusing yourself, you walk to the living room to meet your other three friends, not without kicking Donghyuck in the process.

The first one to greet you is Doyoung, who opens his arms widely and hugs you, followed by Taeyong and Mark.

“Did you pick a movie already?” Taeyong asks, sitting on the couch and grabbing the remote to navigate through the app. You take a seat right next to him.

“Not really.”

“I was looking for something that looked interesting, but nothing gained my interest.” Mark speaks, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch and a pillow between his arms.

“So, russian roulette?” Doyoung asks from the loveseat at the side, eyes in your direction.

“Sounds good to me.”

Not long after, Donghyuck and Jungwoo join the three of you with all the snacks and drinks. You expect Hyuck to sit next to you, but he proves you wrong when he decides to sit next to Mark instead, which makes Jungwoo be the one to sandwich you between him and Taeyong.

You turn your head and look up at him, with a straw between his lips as he drinks. He looks back at you and smiles, and you weakly return the gesture, with your hands curling into the inner sleeves of your hoodie.

They decide to play a random movie that doesn’t look good judging by the thumbnail, and everything was quiet for the first twenty minutes, until it started getting way too lame and the guys couldn’t help but start making jokes about it.

You would chuckle along with them, sometimes getting lost whenever your eyes landed on Jungwoo’s side profile dimly illuminated by the tv screen. You wonder how someone can look like that and be real, with that perfect nose, those big lips and that jaw that seems to be chiseled by the gods. He also smells so good, and the warmth of his body is driving you nuts. What has gotten into you? Somehow you’re now hyper aware of every single detail in Jungwoo, and it’s making you feel things you’re surely not supposed to feel for a friend.

Jungwoo turns his head slightly, catching you in the act, and you just turn your head back to the front and pretend like nothing happened. Jungwoo’s lips curl upwards, amused by the way he’s been noticing your eyes on him many times already.

Suddenly, the two main characters start having a heated scene. Kissing, touching and undressing themselves. You press your thighs together and bite your lip, this can’t be happening, not right now that you’re apparently so needy.

“What the fuck? How come she’s now hooking up with that guy? After kidnapping her? He’s a criminal!” Donghyuck speaks loudly, mouth full of popcorn as he points at the screen.

“Come on, the dude knows how to get his way with her. Just a couple of words and he’s getting his dick wet.” Mark reasons.

“This movie makes no sense.” Adds Doyoung, throwing his head back and groaning.

You would’ve agreed if only you could be able to know the context, which you don’t, because you’ve been too busy trying not to panic for having Jungwoo so close to you, smelling so nice and having his shoulder brushing against yours.

The guys debate whether or not they should just stop watching the movie, but end up letting it finish instead so they can talk about how bad it is at the end more properly.

As soon as it ends, Donghyuck stands up and turns the lights on, stretching his limbs.

“That movie was so bad, dude.” Mark comments. “I lost two hours of my time I’m not getting back.”

“Not like you’re getting back the hours you spend playing League of Legends, anyway.” Doyoung says, standing up from his seat.

“What does that mean?” Mark asks, standing up as well.

“It absolutely does not mean you’re throwing away your youth, Mark.” Doyoung responds, walking into the kitchen.

“Hey, at least League of Legends is fun.” Donghyuck interjects. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” He adds, making his way upstairs.

“If it’s so fun, why are you always enraged and punching on the desk?” Taeyong asks, following Mark and Doyoung into the kitchen.

Jungwoo gets up and turns to look at you.

“You coming?” He asks, pulling a packet of strawberry gum out of his pocket and grabbing a piece, unwrapping it before sliding it past his lips. You gulp, forcing a smile.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

He smiles and turns around to join the rest, and so do you, cursing at yourself mentally for acting so obviously weird tonight.

You order takeout a bit later, all of you eating peacefully until your bellies threaten to explode. You stand up and get all the cups into the sink, Taeyong helping you by washing the dishes and Doyoung by throwing the trash out. Jungwoo, Donghyuck and Mark continue seated on the dining table, and you decide to sit there as well, barely listening to the so-called anecdotes your best friend is rambling about that you have heard about a million times.

You watch Jungwoo get another piece of strawberry gum into his mouth and you watch him carefully. As if everything was in slow motion, from the moment of it making contact with his lips, to the slow flexing of the muscles of his jaw. The sweet scent can be smelled subtly, and you really think he must be obsessed with chewing gum.

Your eyes are trained on him as he smiles at Hyuck’s story. His lips are glistening because he continues running his tongue over them and you wonder if they taste like strawberries too. If you kiss him, would the scent settle into your mouth? Would the taste linger on your tongue?

His lips, now that you pay close attention to them you notice how kissable they actually are. So thick, looking so smooth and inviting, you wonder how it’d feel to kiss him, is he a good kisser? Because just by the look of them you think you could kiss him for hours without getting tired. He probably knows how to use them, and you’d really, really enjoy biting o–

“Hey, y/n. Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

Donghyuck’s voice brings you back to earth, followed by the other guys chuckling. Jungwoo looks at you and you wish the ground would swallow you whole. Your cheeks burn in utter embarrassment at the realization of Hyuck catching you staring and even worse, exposing you. You snap your head towards him, both embarrassed and angry, not noticing the way Jungwoo clearly enjoys the fact that you’ve continued checking him out.

“The fuck are you talking about? I was zoning out.”

“Lies, you were staring at Jungwoo like a creep!” He says, standing up and pointing at you in accusation. “Just kiss him if you want to do it so badly.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes and pushes Haechan down by his shoulders, forcing him to sit back down.

“I wasn’t staring at him, you idiot. And what is that? Sounds like jealousy, is it because that time we kissed on a dare has been the only kiss you’ve gotten from me before me having to reject all of the others you’ve begged me to kiss you again?”

Donghyuck's mouth falls open, and everyone, especially Mark, tease him and laugh out loud.

“That was low.” He pouts, and you roll your eyes before standing up.

“Whatever. I’ll go to the bathroom.”

You can hear a loud smack when you exit the room, and although you can’t see where it came from, the next thing you hear is Donghyuck whining. “But she was staring at you!” You smile to yourself, knowing it was Jungwoo once again standing up for you.

When you’re done in the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. You’re still way too embarrassed and still have to deal with them and face Jungwoo for probably a few hours. Truthfully, the Hyuck and you kissing thing doesn’t really bother you, you could even admit it was a good kiss. You rejected him not wanting to ruin the friendship the two of you have shared for several years, and you wouldn’t have used the fact that he, indeed, tried many times for it to happen again against him if he hadn’t made you so embarrassed.

You open the door and find the menace with the name of Lee Donghyuck leaning against the doorframe, startling you. You roll your eyes and turn the light off before walking out.

“What are you doing here?” You ask nonchalantly, walking past him until he grabs your wrist and stops you. So you sigh, and turn around to face him.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you embarrassed. I was just playing.” He says, and his tone is enough for you to know he’s being sincere. You arch a brow at him.

“Why would you say something like that?”

“I just thought it’d be funny.” He shrugs. “Didn’t think I’d actually hit a nerve.”

“It wasn’t funny. And you did not hit a nerve.”

Hyuck releases the grip on your wrist and crosses his arms over his chest.

“For sure I did not. Why’d you get so angry then?”

“Because it was embarrassing.”

“Or because you actually want to kiss Jungwoo hyung?”

“Hyuck, I swear to god.” You groan. He chuckles.

“Hey, it’s okay. I was just joking, but if you actually want to kiss him, then that’s okay too. He’s handsome. No one would blame you for that. Have you seen how many girls are fawning over him?”

“Yeah, well, I’m not one of them.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Okay, whatever you say.” He lifts his arms in surrender. “Do you forgive me? You hurt my pride as well.”

He makes puppy eyes at you and you smile, nodding your head.

“Yeah, we’re good.”

He grins and wraps you in a tight hug that you instantly reciprocate, burying your face in his chest.

“Does this mean we can kiss again?”

You push him away and smack his chest, making him laugh loudly.

The two of you make your way downstairs again, ready to continue with your night.

It’s half past midnight now, Mark and Donghyuck are asleep on the floor, Doyoung sleeping on the loveseat and Taeyong had to leave because his mom needed him for something you’re not quite sure about.

After making amends with Hyuck, you played video games until your body was sore for playing too much just dance. You’re now cuddled against the armrest of the couch, with Jungwoo sitting on the other edge with his phone in hand. Your eyes are a bit heavy, not able to pay attention to whatever episode of a show is playing in the background. Your eyes travel to Jungwoo, who’s too focused scrolling through his social media and chewing on his beloved gum to notice. Something in your chest feels heavy, not knowing why you suddenly have the urge to scoot closer to him and lean against his shoulder.

You shake your head and sit up, thinking it must be the tiredness playing tricks on you because you don’t like Jungwoo that way. Clearing your throat, you stand up from the sofa and stretch your limbs, gaining his attention.

“I’ll go upstairs to look for some duvets so you can sleep more comfortably.”

He smiles.

“Need some help?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ll be right back.”

Jungwoo stays silent, doe eyes looking at you while nodding. You smile back at him and make your way upstairs, trying your best not to make any sound so you won’t wake the guys up.

You open your closet and search for whatever is needed, placing the duvets on top of your bed as you look for some extra pillows.

Once you get everything, you go back downstairs and Jungwoo stands up as you cover the sleeping guys. Once you turn around, you’re met with him, who smiles down at you.

“I’m not that tired yet.” He admits.

“Oh, do you want to do something else?”

He tilts his head in thought.

“Like what?”

You think about it for a moment, proceeding to shrug.

“Want me to show you around? I think it’s the first time you’ve been here.”

“Sure.”

With that, the two of you walk upstairs, and you show him where everything is. He asks about the picture frames on your walls, about the paintings, praising your taste in decoration and making you slightly embarrassed. When you two make it to your bedroom, his eyes travel everywhere, like a curious kitten, like a kid who visits a new place.

“And this is my room. There’s nothing much to see here other than my old books and messy girly things.” You chuckle, leaning against the wall next to the door. He hums, eyeing your bookshelves.

He continues chewing on his gum, suddenly grinning as he grabs one of the books.

“Delta of Venus? Interesting choice.” He says, almost in amusement as he looks at the pages. You feel embarrassed instantly, heart racing and cheeks hot. He tucks his hand in his pocket and pulls a tissue out, discarding the chewing gum and throwing it on the bin next to your bed. Eyes still glued to the book in his hand.

Out of all the books, he had to find the erotic one.

You hurriedly walk towards him, snatching the book from his hands.

“I– Um it’s a good book.” You say, pressing it against your chest. Jungwoo looks down at you and smirks at your flustered state. “My mom had it in her storage and I got curious.” You continue, trying to excuse yourself. “It’s actually very graphic, but I mean, It’s–”

“Why so flustered? I’m not judging.” He says softly, and you chuckle nervously. “I think it’s nice.”

You nervously place the book back on your shelf.

“I mean, I thought you– I, I mean it’s embarrassing.”

“What is? The sexual content? Reading it?” He asks, finally leaning down to meet your gaze. “The fact that I discovered you like erotic novels?”

His sudden closeness makes you nervous, so nervous you try to step back but actually bump into the edge of the bookshelf, and he steps forward and cages you, not breaking eye contact once.

“I–” You stutter, feeling your throat tightening and your heart thumping. His strawberry scented breath is now fanning against your face. “I guess, um, the fact that you found out.”

Jungwoo chuckles.

“No need to feel embarrassed because of that.” He reassures, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s fascinating.” He says, lips forming yet another smirk. “Just like all the times I found you staring at my lips.”

Your soul almost leaves your body. Eyes opening wide.

“W–What?” You ask in panic. “Is it because of what Hyuck said? It wasn’t true, I–”

“I didn’t need him to say anything to notice.” He confesses. “You’ve been staring at me the whole night.”

You press your eyes shut, completely flustered by getting caught red-handed.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for? Come on, look at me.” You open your eyes and meet his. His teeth sink in his lower lip, almost as if trying to trigger you. “What is it that’s making you so curious, hm? The chewing gum habit?” He asks and you shake your head. He hums. “Then what is it, babe?” He continues teasing, and you never thought he’d be this kind of man, but you must admit, it’s freaking hot.

Your wisdom seems clouded, hypnotized by him being so close and taunting. As arousal pools in your underwear, your mouth blabbers on autopilot, because yeah, maybe you like him more than you imagined.

“I wonder what they taste like.” You admit. “How they feel.”

His gaze travels to your lips and back to your eyes, and once again, yours is glued to his pretty lips. “Is that so? Then Hyuck was right after all. Do you really want to kiss me?” He asks again, as his pointer finger runs along your jaw and your lower lip. You nod as he leans in, getting even closer if that’s possible, enough for his nose to brush against yours. “Maybe I want to kiss you, too. Why don’t you find out?”

At this point, you can’t handle it anymore. You’re craving for him so much you will go crazy if you don’t break this tension and do something about it, now.

So you curl your fingers in the fabric of his sweatshirt and pull him into a kiss. Electric shocks travel throughout your body at the feeling of his plump lips against yours, kissing you back right away. He lets out a small groan, as one of his hands sneak around your waist and presses your body into his, while the other one cups your jaw. His tongue meets yours soon and it makes you weak in the knees, clinging onto him.

Just like you imagined it would be, the strawberry taste on his tongue is deliriously strong and delicious, and it makes you wild, hungry for him as he takes a deep breath through his nose before he tilts his head to deepen the kiss even more. Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers bury in his hair, devouring every inch of his lips as you start pushing him towards your bed.

Breaking the kiss briefly, you push him on his back against your mattress, straddling his body with both legs at the sides of his hips before diving back into his mouth.

His hands land on your waist, pressing you against the growing length inside his pants. He grunts against your mouth when you grind on him, losing all of your senses as you gently suck on his lips.

His tongue presses against yours and the temperature is rising mercilessly, not caring about the lack of oxygen and just having the urge to die in his mouth. You nibble on his pillowy lower lip, tug on it and make him groan before releasing it to go back to kiss him. Your hands cup his jaw and you’re nothing short of mesmerized by the way the muscles of his face flex under your touch, gently sliding downwards to touch his neck and shoulders. You continue nipping at his lip, tracing the reddened flesh with your tongue as small pants slip past his mouth at the action. It's addictive, so soft between your teeth, sweet, tasty. You could do this all day.

He’s such a great kisser, making your head spin and your stomach flip. It feels greater than whatever your dreams could’ve made you believe, and you just want more, and more.

With one particular roll of your hips, he parts from your mouth and lets out the most melodic moan you could’ve dreamed about. In one swift motion, he flips you to lay underneath him, grabbing your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to look at him and chuckling when you chase for his lips.

“So? Did my lips meet your expectations?” He asks with a smirk, your eyes glued to his now red and swollen mouth. “Are you satisfied now? Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head quickly, cupping his jaw with your hands. You sit up and kiss him again, lips moving slowly and sensually together.

“Not even close.” You say against his mouth. “I don’t think I’ll ever be. Your lips exceeded any possible expectation.”

You feel him smile into the kiss, as he gently pushes you down again.

“Good, cause I wasn’t planning on stopping any time soon.” He kisses your mouth again. “You’ll feel my lips all over your body.”

And that’s what he does. He kisses every inch of your skin, making it burn, and shiver. His lips are soft against you, he’s delicate and sensual, nipping, licking, just touching.

He kisses you again, and again, and again. He slowly starts undressing you, and you to undress him, throwing pieces of clothing across the room until you’re left bare under him and he’s just in his boxers with a painful, prominent erection. His hand is buried deep between your legs, and you arch your back and mewl against his mouth before he breaks the kiss and says: “Shh, keep quiet. We don’t want to wake the others up, do we?”

You shake your head as he continues his ministrations, pumping his fingers in and out of you. Slick sounds echoing all over the room, his gaze so dark and piercing staring at you that you’re about to climax just by the sight.

“Jungwoo.” You whimper. “Please, please close the door and touch me more.”

He smirks and pulls his hand away from you, walking towards the door and locking it securely. He turns around and you sit up to look at him as he approaches, and he brings his hand to his mouth to suck on his fingers coated with your juices. He releases them with a pop, and you bite your lip as he licks his own, sliding his digits under the waistband of his boxers before he pulls them down to be in all his naked glory in front of you. Your pupils dilate at the sight of his erection, standing proud and tantalizing to your eyes as arousal subtly leaks in small drops from his slit. You want to touch, make love, taste him. To know the way he feels in deep. His body was probably sculpted, it’s definitely something out of this world, ripped at every edge and making you salivate.

He climbs on the bed above you again, both hands at the sides of your head and lips brushing against yours.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He mutters against your mouth, and you nod. “I don’t think we can go back to how we were if we cross the line.”

You lace your hands behind his head and softly peck him again.

“We crossed the line the moment I started wanting to kiss you.” You whisper. “I don’t want to go back. I just want you.”

Jungwoo smiles before kissing you again, and gently lay you on your back.

He worships you in the most passionate way. He makes sure to let his hands roam and touch everywhere, caressing, squeezing, digging his fingers into your warm body while kissing you like both of your lives depend on it. He aligns himself and promptly slides inside of you, a broken moan erupting from you as your legs wrap around his waist.

He’s gentle, but firm and hot. His thrusts go deep, expert rolls of his hips reaching every perfect spot inside of you, making you numb, making you sweat, and set aflame.

Fingernails running down his back, low grunts, moans and whimpers raining all over these four walls accompanied by filthy sounds of skin against skin. Jungwoo takes his time with you, slowly getting to know your body and the way you react to every single one of his touches, learning what you like, what makes you shiver, what makes you clench so hard around him almost to the point of milking him dry.

He loves the sounds you make, the fucked out expression on your face and the beauty of the swellness on your lips. This is where he wanted to be, from so long ago without you noticing. He has dreamed of you many times, of you becoming his since the first time he saw you getting flustered by Donghyuck's pranks.

And you, of course, now realize how you’ve always had the biggest crush on him, not really believing he could ever be interested in you. Someone so kind, so well-mannered, fun to be around, smart. He’s nothing short of a prince.

He praises you, over and over again. He tells sweet things to your ear, treats you like porcelain, adores you to no end.

"That's it, love." He coos. "You're so good to me, baby."

So you touch him, and touch, and touch. You roam your hands all over him, you memorize the shape of his body, the heat that emanates from his skin. You drag your fingers across his abs, his collarbones, his biceps and the muscles of his back. You’re worshipping him as much as he worships you. But if you had to pick one part of him you love the most, you’d definitely pick his mouth.

He loses himself in the pleasure, in the urge of taking you to paradise. You get there soon, with the right touches, pinches, kisses. You come around him with chants of his name in between gasps, and Jungwoo is utterly hypnotized by you and the scene in front of him. He is gasping, so close to his own peak as his hand moves to intertwine your fingers together. Squeezing your hand as tightly as your cunt squeezes his girth, still thrusting into you, rocking his hips, he then stares at you and throws his head back momentarily to breathe, or try to, before letting his eyes go back to you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, babe.” He says. “You’ve always been. And you're mine now, all for me.”

You open your eyes and look at him, moving your hand to run your finger over his lower lip. Your gaze is enough to push him to the edge, and he cums inside of you after twitching a few times. His thrusts go sloppy and slow until you’ve milked all of his scent. He collapses next to you, softening length sliding out as you try to catch your breaths, limbs still tangled, skins covered in sweat and the smell of his cologne now lingering on your body.

You turn your head and smile at him, watching as he keeps his eyes pressed shut. You can see the vein of his neck still protruding, his pulse erratic as drops of sweat travel down his temples. His sideburns drenched and stuck to his skin.

He turns his head and finally looks at you, his own smile forming on his lips. He looks ethereal, so beautiful with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. He wraps his arm around you and brings you close to him.

“Did you mean it?” You ask before you can register, mind filled with insecurities speaking out loud.

“Mean what, love?”

“That I’m pretty?”

Jungwoo chuckles at your question, finding it adorable especially when your lips turn into a pout.

“Of course.” He responds, cupping your face. You smile at him.

“Even when I’m all messy wearing nothing but sweatpants and a hoodie?”

He laughs, but nods.

“Especially when you’re wearing nothing but sweatpants and a hoodie.” He responds, kissing your forehead. “The real you is the prettiest one.”

“Then, if you feel that way...” You speak again. “What does this make us?”

Jungwoo thinks for a moment quietly, as his thumb caresses your cheek. Then, he responds.

“I’m not sure, but I would like to take you out on a date, if you let me.” He smiles, biting his lower lip. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing, especially with you. Though I don’t think I can be just friends anymore, your wish will be my command.”

You grin widely, propping on your elbow and cupping his face before you kiss him slowly and sensually.

He pulls back for a moment.

“Is that a yes?”

You chuckle, nodding.

“But I might become obsessed with kissing you. At all times, every day.”

Jungwoo laughs, pressing his lips on yours.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The two of you start kissing again, lost in each other until you hear loud knocks on the door that force you to break apart.

“If you’re done fucking, can you please hand me my charger?” You hear Donghyuck from the other side. “I had to listen to both your sounds and Mark’s snores because my fucking phone is dead!”

Jungwoo and you burst into laughter. He stands up from your bed and gets back into his pants. You hurry and walk into the bathroom before Jungwoo grabs the charger. He turns his head and stops you.

“Hey, I wanted to clean you up! I’m supposed to do the aftercare.” He pouts, and you giggle. Walking towards him, you stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll take a shower, you can join me after giving him his charger.” You wink, and he bites his lip with a smirk.

“Gross! Give me my stupid charger!” Hyuck says again, hitting the door.

And you laugh as you get in the bathroom.

Donghyuck won’t let you live this down, but it’s totally worth it.

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writemekpop · 3 years ago

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Jealousy | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader

Summary: Prince Haechan dances with all the other girls but you... How will he make it up to you, his secret lover?

Genre: Prince!Haechan, waitress!Y/n

Word Count: 1.2k

Gif: @orbitzones

Prince Haechan only had eyes for you.

Everybody knew that, they could see the way he physically itched to be by your side at any soiree, the way his hand was always on the small of your back.

A year ago, when Haechan proposed to you, he was cut off from the royal family for three months and forced to crash in your tiny apartment. If he hadn't been the oldest son and heir to the throne, his family would never have forgiven him.

Haechan was the most eligible bachelor in the whole country - and there were many princesses who didn't like the fact that a 'commoner' like you was going to become the King’s wife.

They were determined to get Haechan for themselves - whether he was madly in love with his fiancée or not.

Case in point: the annual ball at the palace, celebrating the first flowers of spring.

Haechan knew how much you hated these grand parties, but he had no choice - he had to represent his family. As Haechan went round dazzling the noble guests, you were stuck standing next to the drinks table. Your five-thousand-dollar puffy pink taffeta dress made you feel like an idiot.

As Haechan was doing the rounds, the violinists suddenly stood and began to play. This meant one thing - it was time to dance.

Haechan started searching for you - the only person he would ever dance with - but suddenly, he was blocked. Princess Mel of the neighbouring kingdom pulled Haechan's hand onto her waist, grabbed his other hand, and began to dance.

Instinctively, Haechan began to waltz - the result of decades of training. Biting his tongue, he couldn't protest. Abandoning a lady mid-dance was incredibly rude. And anyway, he told himself, it was just one dance. You would show up soon, right?

Only, you didn't show up - and one dance became two, then three, then four. Princess Mel didn't even bother to conceal her ulterior motives. Everyone could see the way her hand massaged Haechan's shoulder, her eyelids fluttering as she gazed up at him.

"You're an excellent dancer." Her smile glowed as she pulled Haechan close. He cleared his throat and awkwardly increased the distance between them. He had no idea what to say back to her.

"My family are hosting a Summer ball soon. Would you like to be my date?” She chuckled musically at the word ‘date’, making it obvious just what she meant by it.

“I have a fiancée,” Haechan replied gruffly, getting straight to the point.

Of course, Princess Mel was perfectly aware of that. Your face had been plastered on every gossip magazine in the country when Haechan announced he had a girlfriend. You still remember the headlines – “Nation shocked as Prince Haechan marries waitress!"

What's more, at every ball, Haechan could be seen spinning you gloriously over the floor, a huge grin covering his face.

"At least agree to give me one more dance," she said.

"I think you've had quite enough dances with my fiancé."

Your cold voice has both of their heads spinning in your direction. You curtseyed graciously at Princess Mel - just to show her that you were every bit as graceful as her, even if you lacked the title 'princess' - and smiled at Haechan, the person who should be dancing with you.

"Any more than four dances with a prince... people are going to think you've got your eyes on the throne," you chuckled, but your eyes were icy.

You, however, didn't love Haechan for his title. When Haechan walked into the café where you worked three years ago, you instantly fell for him.

It was ten minutes before closing time, and Haechan began helping you wipe down the counters - before you giggled and reminded him that customers didn't have to.

You loved him for his charm, his passion for music, his tenderness. It was never about the fame and money for you - Haechan didn't even confess he was a prince till the third date - you were shocked.

"Where were you?" Haechan asked quietly as you stood at the edge of the dance floor.

"Balcony," you deadpanned, not meeting his eye.

Haechan bit his lip. He wished he could get rid of the tension between you, but he had no idea how.

The attentions of various princesses had never bothered him before - as heir to the throne, he had quickly learned how to tell who actually liked him and who just liked his money.

Only, now it was making you jealous, he just wished that those girls would leave him alone. He remembered how furious he would feel when guys at the café started chatting you up - so he felt bad for making you upset.

The violins started up again for the fifth dance. Bowing low, Haechan gently pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it.

"May I have this dance?" he murmured.

You shrugged your shoulders and sniffed. "Don't like dancing."

Haechan couldn't stop an amused smirk curving up his cheek. You absolutely adored dancing - you said it felt like flying.

"Oh, so as of today, you have suddenly decided you don't like to dance?" Haechan asked.

You nodded, pouting.

Haechan got down on one knee, beaming up at you. "Y/n, I absolutely refuse to dance with anyone but the woman I love."

You blushed. "Don't make a scene!"

Haechan chuckled. "I LOVE Y/N!" he yelled, attracting more than a few annoyed glares.

Your heart fluttered at his stupid romance. "Okay, okay. But only if you get up right now."

Chuckling, Haechan pulled you into his arms and you began spinning round the dance floor.

"I thought you only had eyes for me," you say, still a little sulky.

"I do!" Haechan laughed. "You're my fiancée."

"Then why'd you dance with Princess Mel for so long?" you grimaced.

Haechan smiled. "I couldn't say no - it would be rude!"

"Stupid gentleman," you snapped, but you were grinning ear to ear.

"Your stupid gentleman," Haechan whispered, before placing a soft kiss on the arch of your ear.

"We're in public!" you hissed, giggling and looking around you to check if anyone noticed.

Haechan placed a line of warm, wet kisses from your ear to the base of your neck. "Try... and... stop... me."

When the shivers running down your skin were too much to bear, you stopped him.

Haechan's lips were a puffy pink and his eyes could melt butter. "Don't be jealous," he whined.

"I wasn't!" you exclaimed, even though both of you knew full well you were.

"You know I'll leave the palace, the fame, the allowance, everything - the second you tell me to," Haechan says, his caramel eyes turning serious.

"I know," you said.

And you really meant it. Finally, the last traces of jealousy left your body. Haechan was all yours - and you were all his - and no amount of royal drama could ever remove that fact.

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hysenie · 4 years ago

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01:28 am | ljn

summary: "ayo! my friend right here thinks you're really pretty."

pairing: lee jeno x gn!reader

genre: idk suggestive ? with a bit of fluff

word count: 1.2k

"Hey! My friend says you're cute!"

If it weren't for the fact that they were in a club, surrounded by people, you included, those would've been Donghyuck's last words.

Jeno's eyes widened towards his friend as his mouth hung open, subtly but firmly hitting his arm and causing Donghyuck to let out a whine.

You, on the other hand, lifted your head and looked back for a second before putting it down again, completely unaware of what just happened. The loud chattering of your surroundings almost swallowing Donghyuck's words completely.

Jeno eyed you for the umpteenth time that night, making sure you didn't notice the 'dumb stunt Donghyuck just pulled', in his own words.

"You think you're really funny, huh?" Jeno growled at his friend, still slightly embarrassed despite the fact you didn't even hear anything.

"No, I know I am. Lots of people also tell me that—" Jeno just rolled his eyes, giving a slap to the back of Donghyuck's head "Ah, ah! Calm down! They didn't even hear me, you're good." Rubbing his head in an attempt to soothe the pain, Donghyuck's eyes subtly scanned your figure once again.

"You're good my ass, that wasn't funny."

"Oh no, your face going pale in a fraction of a second was definitely very funny." Chenle spoke after a while of just staring at his phone, further annoying his friend.

"Chenle, this is adult talk. Stay out," At this point, Jeno was just coming up with anything to avoid the teasing. "...Unless you're on my side."

A loud whine left Donghyuck's lips as he was getting frustrated. "Ugh, seriously Jeno, you better do something and it better be quick."

"As much as it pains me to say this, Donghyuck is right," Said man flashed Renjun an annoyed expression that he just ignored. "If I have to see you drooling over them again I will actually kill myself."

Jeno just refused all the accusations coming his way, arguing how he has never done that. But internally, of course he knew. From sneaky glances, to borderline checking you out. But he couldn't blame himself, you were dazzling on your own, like damn he noticed.

He saw you while you were dancing with some friends and ever since, he couldn't take his eyes off you. Even now, that you were just sitting by the bar counter, you looked stunning in his eyes.

"Okay and what y'all suggest me to do?" Jeno tried to deviate the topic a bit, getting tired of all the nagging. "Go talk to them?" He scoffed, sarcastically suggesting it.

There was no damn way he was going to do that.

Everybody knew Jeno was rather reserved and how he even got into the club in the first place was entirely his friends' doings.

"Yes! Yes, exactly that, you idiot!" Donghyuck's buttons got pushed further by the minute. Jeno just snorted in response. "God, you're so damn boring."

In between their bickering, you moved on your seat, your body now facing the friend group.

Donghyuck noticed and took advantage of this.

"Look, Jeno. I'm just trying to help you so, this time, less puppy heart eyes and more action. You can thank me later." His smirk alerted Jeno, who looked a lost at those words.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean—"

"Ayo!" Donghyuck cut him off, calling first to make sure he caught your attention.

Your eyes searched again for that voice you faintly heard before. Locking eyes with a brown haired boy, you squinted a bit and focused on him and his friends as he called you.

Bingo.

"My friend right here thinks you're really pretty." Donghyuck spoke loudly enough for you to listen. He then pointed to a terrified looking Jeno while you were processing his words over the music.

Oh.

Your lips quickly curled up in a smirk as your gaze shifted to the man on his right. He had cute eyes even though they were glaring right at the friend who called you.

As you inspected him, looking at him up and down, you didn't even notice his friend pushing him off his seat and towards you.

It was only when he was a few meters away that you realized. You stood up and walked up to meet him halfway.

Before you could even think of getting a word out, he spoke messily. "Uh... I'm sorry for all of that. My friend is an idiot who just says stupid shit and doesn't know when to shut up and... I'm really sorry."

You laughed softly at his ramble and the times he apologized. You found him so adorable, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

"So... He was lying, then?" Your voice came out low and there was a small smile on your face as you looked back at his friend, who poorly acted like he wasn't spying on you both.

Jeno let out a questioning hum and your smile only grew bigger.

"You don't think I'm really pretty?" A fake exaggerated pout made its way onto your face and Jeno's mouth opened instantly, but no sound came out as he quickly shut it. This happened a few more times before he stuttered out, shaking his head fervently.

"No... That's not— It's not that you're not pretty. Goddamn, no. That's really... not the case, at all. Um, It's just that—"

You put your hand in his arm to stop him, deciding to keep this flirty front if it meant you got to see this beautiful man get flustered.

This was way more fun than what you expected.

"Hey, hey. relax. It's a joke, I don't bite..."

His eyes trained down to his feet, moving it to yours then eyeing you from the bottom up. You could feel a little rush of excitement running through your spine. "...Unless you're into that. I'm always open to new... experiences."

With the breath getting heavy, his eyes snapped to yours after that. It was the first time he made direct eye contact with you and it felt so nice. His eyes were a mixture of kind but rough, and it was driving you insane.

It was silent for a bit too long so you let out a giggle, dropping your hand from his arm and introducing yourself, he did the same.

Your previous words must have given him a boost of some sort because he straightened his posture and a playful smile danced on his face.

"Nice to know. Now you won't only be cutie from the bar anymore."

Your eyebrows raised and the sweet smile on your face slowly turned into a smirk at his sudden rush of confidence. You kind of liked this side of him too.

"Is this the same Jeno from a few minutes ago? What did you do to shy boy?" Somehow, the distance between you shortened and neither of you were willing to break the eye contact.

"I don't know, but I can show you other things I can do, for sure." His statement instantly made you feel hotter than before.

"Oh, yeah?" You hummed in fake thought. "That doesn't sound too bad... I might know a quieter and better place than here."

"Lead the way." He smiled sweetly and you copied it, doing just that as you took Jeno's hand and pulled him through the crowd.

He fished out his phone to text his friends that he won't be going home, even though they witnessed it all from the distance. Donghyuck was right, and Jeno will make sure to thank his friend after all.

here i come again this time with a jeno fic😸 i had fun writing this one!! im taking any suggestions/requests so if u have any ideas send me an ask :D see yall

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notnctu · 4 years ago

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POV | PART TWO

━ ❝ i’d love to see me from your point of view.❞

❀ lee donghyuck x fem!reader ❀ genre - slow burn, fluff! angst, (optional smut is marked with ****) ❀ details - best friends to lovers!au, college!au, ft. best friend mark, slice of life?, inspo by pov by ariana grande ❀ word count - 6.1k ❀ warnings - swearing, dangerous reckless behavior, fingering, penetration, public?sex?, unprotected, slight dirty talk ❀ synopsis - Donghyuck gradually falls in love with you, his best friend, through unprecedented intimate moments that reveal more than what meets the eye and a drunken shared kiss on your birthday makes him realize how hard he’s fallen for you. You’re oblivious to it all, trying to indulge and seek a one true love through bad tinder hookups or men you meet at the club, all to only end in self doubt that Donghyuck has to reconcile. And he always tells you what you need to hear, while also leaving out the part where he so badly wishes you can love yourself the way he loves you.

❀ a/n - make sure you read the first part as it’s a continuation! please please leave me feedback, i would really appreciate it :) this is going to be my last long fic for the time being! thanks for dealing with my spam for the past few weeks after months no of writings <3

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Donghyuck thought about that kiss every night since it happened, yet knowing you didn’t do the same. How unfortunate it was, when he panicked waking next to you in the morning and wondering if you were to confront him about it. However, there was nothing, no follow up. You didn’t remember it and he couldn’t tell if the sigh that left his mouth that morning was out of relief or despair.

Regardless, that became his epiphany and the more his love for you grew, the more he wished to be around you for all his days. Donghyuck jumped at every text message, picking up the phone to see if it was you and noting the disappointment in his heart whenever it wasn’t. He found himself smiling whenever your name was brought up, fondly thinking of how you make his heart race.

The moments that you were together, he swears on every universe that he’s the happiest he’s ever been. There’s something about you that makes him want to believe in love, and it’s not because of your unrealistic desires to find one. As selfish as he came to be, he wanted you all to himself and to be the sole reason behind your smiles.

“No Mark?” Asking as you hop into Donghyuck’s car, the clock on his dash reading the red digital numbers 2:12 A.M.

“Why can’t we just hang out for once?” He whines, but hopes that it’s playful enough to where you can’t tell that he’s actually serious. Donghyuck hears your melodic chuckle and everything inside him rumbles with glee and satisfaction.

He steals quick peeks over at you in the passenger seat, greedily taking in your appearance. “That’s not exactly how a throuple works, but I’ll let it pass. Mark never has time for us anyways.”

There is something so intimate about the late nights; the outside world is dead in its sleep and vulnerable to chaos. The streets are completely empty and it truly feels as if it’s you two against the city. It brings no regulations, easy escapes, staying up all night to feel something the day can’t give you.

You are the perfect person to spend them with. You’re the very definition of a good feeling, where he’s forgetting all his bad days and soaring through the heavens. The most accurate human form of excitement, the adrenaline and sweetest thrills that run throughout his body.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do…” As Donghyuck pulls into a gas station parking lot, the small convenient store is brightly lit with a blinding white sign that reads a popular chain establishment.

Hyuck blinks at you curiously, head tilt and waiting for you to finish your sentence. Getting out of the car, you stand on your toes and rest your chin on the roof of his car to speak directly to him, “you know that big intersection over on 34th Boulevard?” He catches the mischievous twinkle that shines in your eyes and a grin so fearless fits your face perfectly.

He nods, spinning his car keys on his finger and walking up to the store. But he’s looking back at you with eyes that ask for you to proceed with him, and you’re running towards him with a sudden youthful energy and a jump in your step.

Your hand latches onto his arm and his gaze drops momentarily to follow it, “I’ve always wanted to just run down the middle of it. To run down a busy traffic area when it’s empty, knowing that this would be the only opportunity to do it without getting run over.”

“Is that what you’re suggesting we should do next?” Hyuck opens the fridge and grabs his favorite prepackaged ice cream cone. Your grip on his sleeve tightens, your dazzling eyes never leaving his.

He hands you a random popsicle and you take it mindlessly, your train of thought still trying to convince Hyuck to embark on achieving this new thrill of yours. “If you didn’t have anything else planned…”

“Am I some Fairy Godmother? Granting your wishes to come true?” Using sarcasm to hide his undying desire to scream yes! may be the best thing he’s learned to utilize. However, you don’t need to beg any more when a small smile curves at his lips. He’s more than convinced.

“Ah, a happy couple. You two look great together.” The rather talkative cashier compliments while he rings up the icey treats.

Just before Hyuck can clarify, you’re pulling him closer by the arm and using your fake saccharine smile. “The best boyfriend ever!” His throat freezes, but he’s following your lead closely. Confusion wandering his thoughts, but heart swelling at your usage of the word boyfriend to reference him.

The friendly stranger laughs wholeheartedly at your giddy act, completely falling for your overplayed nature of a lovey dovey girlfriend. “He always buys me what I want, like this ice cream. He knows it’s my favorite.” You blink innocently up at him, but he finally understands your malicious motive.

Shooting a glare at you, he complies silently and pulls out his card to pay for both of your treats. “Right. Anything my baby wants.” He says the pet name so easily that it shocks him a bit.

“Hey, you’re a good man.” The clueless cashier smiles even wider and prints the receipt. With a simple gratitude, you both exit the store and you’re laughing the loudest form of mockery.

Jumping into the car, Hyuck is quick to roll his eyes. “He always buys me what I want.” He imitates your previous statement with a silly voice. “I can’t believe you robbed me.”

The ridiculous scheme actually managed to work, leaving your stomach to hurt from the intense fit of giggles. “My baby? Where did you learn that?” You say between your spurts of laughter.

Heat rises up his neck, slightly embarrassed. “So what? Nicknames are cute.” He admits bashfully, while shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

Your chuckles die down and you’re leaning over the middle console to get a closer look of his expression. “Really? Didn’t think you were the type. You never used them with your exes.”

“Around you.” A cringe runs down your spine when you witness Hyuck bite his ice cream, settling back in your seat with a grumble.

“Pet names in private.” Now, his palms grow a bit slick with perspiration. “That’s endearing.” Unwrapping your melting popsicle, you don’t probe him more about the subject. Instead, Hyuck turns up the stereo to drown out any more talk about romantic gestures.

After several rounds of finding street parking, Hyuck finally swerves into a spot situated just before the large six-way intersection. The traffic lights blink in view at the end of the street and in the darkness, there are no cars around. An unfamiliar scene, this place is nothing but a wide open road with five lanes that meet in the middle and lead to six different directions. The white painted lines that divide up the road are as chaotic as it looks during the day filled with traffic.

Nonetheless, you are right. There is no other chance to see it so dead, so empty, so free.

And you’re already hopping out of the car that Hyuck breaks his daydream and hurries after you. Standing the middle of the road is a dangerous scheme, yet these are the thrill seeking moments that you crave too well.

Extending your arm out and your palm facing the night sky, you grin enticingly at Hyuck to join you in the middle of the chaotic lines and the adrenaline picks up within him. He, too, matches your smile and lets every form of enthusiasm fuel him.

“Race you to the end.” Hyuck begins bolting down the long runway, causing you to scoff in disbelief at his sudden challenge.

The wind that takes flight against his body is crisp on his skin and driving his strands into a wild mess. Turning around, he sees that you’re quick on his tail. However, the one thing that catches his eye… the one thing that makes this moment another one of your most beautiful ones is the utter bliss and peace in your facial expression.

Eyes are closed and arms are spread out as if you’re letting the wind carry you away. The air slips between the spaces of your fingers and the night is filled with nothing, but your gentle out of breath giggles.

Donghyuck stops in his tracks right under the colorful traffic lights at your astonishing image. And if you are to open your eyes, you’ll see the marvelous image of your sun waiting for you in the middle of the largest intersection of the city with his mouth slightly agape and marked under a trance.

An exasperated sigh escapes as a puff of smoke and his heart works extra hard to pump oxygen in his veins. In his perspective, the excellent city skyline at the horizon remains your background and you’re running toward him with a breathless joy. Another splitting breathtaking image that will live in his mind for as long as he knows you.

So he throws caution to the wind and though it feels too good to be true, he loves his best friend more than anyone he’s ever come across.

By the end of your rendezvous, you two find a secret rooftop to fully enjoy your silent city. Standing side by side, you both lean with your elbows on the ledge.

There is something so unspoken and intimate about this very moment, where existing in each other’s presences becomes wholly more comfortable than anything in the world. And this safety allows for vulnerable secrets to spill, for questions that your heart has always been afraid to ask to fall from your lips.

But you’re not here with just anybody. Donghyuck probably knew what was already on your mind, he just needed you to speak them into existence.

“Hyuck, do you think I’m unlovable?”

Perhaps, it’s the intimacy that allows for him to talk more confidently about how he views you. Heart over mind, he scoffs in disbelief. “Absolutely not. You’re the most lovable person I know! From your happy giggles to your overall easy going aura. We’re not perfect people, but you’re worth every glance and every praise. I wanted to be with you the very moment you made me laugh.”

Donghyuck passionately rambles on about your attributes and everything you’ve allowed him to experience over the years of your friendship. While he’s always been there for you, you’re always by his side and making sure he’s living a memorable life. He thanks all his sweetest memories to you, that you are the most impactful person of his entire college experience.

“I came to college thinking I’d have my nose in textbooks all day long, but you fell into my life like an opportunity to escape. I love my nights trying to crush Mark on the leaderboards, but I’d give that up any day to run down a major intersection in the middle of the city with you.”

With a playful soft chuckle, you say something that practically makes his heart stop and regret oversharing. “You know, from how you describe me… it almost sounds like you’re in love with me.”

“Maybe I am.” He bites the inside of his cheek, unsure what suddenly overcame him. His heartbeat pounds in his ears and he’s anticipating your response, trying every way to decipher the quizzical look on your face. Nevertheless, your hesitation causes him to panic and he intercepts before you can respond. “I meant that as your friend.”

His heart drops into the pit of his stomach, gaze averting away from you. Lies. Lies. More fucking lies. He should’ve waited to see what you would’ve said.

Nodding knowingly, you lightly place your hand over his. The warmth of your touch soothes his aching and disappointment. Why is he hurting from a simple look? “I know.” He can’t tell what’s worse, the fact that you truly believe he only loves you as a friend or that you saw right through him and are trying to let him save face.

“Something happened the night of your birthday that I think I should tell you.” Hyuck sighs out all his frustrations.

He pulls his hand from underneath yours, “you asked me to kiss you as a birthday favor.” There is no confidence to watch your reaction, his eyes remain focused on the dark city.

Instead of a painstaking rejection, you laugh wholeheartedly and somehow, he feels much lighter. “And did you?”

“How could I say no to you on your birthday?” Peering over, your fingers softly graze your lips and a wandering look is present in your dazed stare.

“It’s not the first time we’ve kissed, Hyuck.” Smiling at him, Hyuck looks cluelessly at you and doesn’t recall another time. He would’ve remembered.

“Guess who I stole that same request from?” Your eye lashes bat firmly at him and he gulps at your implied question. There was no way.

“Me? When?” This all causes him to rack his brain of lost files, something he must’ve missed.

Sighing, you bid him a kind smile. “Your birthday party a few months ago. Drunk out of your living mind, you pulled me privately into the kitchen and asked if I could kiss you as a birthday gift.”

Fuck, no wonder why he couldn’t remember. He didn’t remember a single thing from that night. “It was right after my break up.”

Nodding, you affirm his realization. “You told me that you felt so lonely, and somehow…. someway… I’ve always made you feel seen. Perhaps, you do the same for me and my drunk ass was bold enough to ask for a similar request.”

But did you kiss him as if you loved him? With the same amount of love that he did the night of your birthday?

Nonetheless, you shrug off the topic and move on from it all. “We should go, the sun comes up in a few.”

Hyuck notes this odd detail. You’re not one to end the nights so abruptly, so it almost seemed as if you didn’t want to speak more about it.

Perhaps, you did kiss him like you meant it but every fear in your body about loving your best friend stops you from admitting it all.

Because you shouldn’t love your best friend, but something deep down has always wanted to.

How ridiculous he was to believe that you could ever possibly share the same feelings as him. How foolish he felt the moment you burst into his apartment announcing how you’ve finally found the one after another random Tinder date.

It’s as the night on the rooftop a week ago didn’t even exist or mean anything to you. But that night ate him up alive, to the point where he sought out love counseling from Mark.

“Oh dude, this is serious.” Mark watches Hyuck pace the room, double around the floorplan with his head in his hands with utter frustration and confusion. You’re the only thing that’s been running through his mind the last few days.

He grunts and rolls his eyes at how Mark’s face had fallen sullen. “I practically confessed everything I loved about her. It’s pretty serious.”

Mark stands and stops Hyuck by the shoulders, looking dead into his eyes. “I’ve liked her before too and would have done some dumb act to get her to like me back. I get it, Hyuck. So, what do you want to do?”

Donghyuck initially scoffs and tears away from his best friend’s intense stare, “of course you liked her too.” His voice fades out at the end of his sentence. “Mark, I like her so much it’s hard to look at anyone else. She’s…”

“Mesmerizing?” Mark finishes his sentence with a small proud grin on his lips.

Hyuck couldn’t hold the ridiculous laugh that escapes at how smug Mark looks, but then a silence falls over him. He realizes how perfect that word is to describe you. You are every dazzling trance he’d fawn under.

“It’s wrong, Mark. She’s our best friend, I can’t ruin us.” Hyuck slumps his shoulders forward and a pout extends. His eyes are wandering the ugly carpet but he’s thinking about every moment you’ve smiled.

“How did this happen in the first place? I thought you never would’ve liked her…” Mark’s question has Hyuck raking his brain to find his epiphany. “It’s not about your ex, is it? y/n is way too good to be a rebound.”

“No. This has nothing to do with my old relationships, I genuinely like her… so much.” Hyuck understands the implications in Mark’s sudden abrasive questions. Even it’s difficult for himself to say how it all started and so this has Donghyuck reflecting back on his entire friendship with you.

If only he had noticed your lively smiles sooner, a little earlier, it would have saved him all this time searching for someone who would last. You’ve lasted through every college relationship he’s had and that speaks louder than any confession.

“I never liked her because I never thought I had a chance. Have you seen her? Our best friend who has 400 matches on Tinder.” Though he blames himself for realizing a little late that he loved you, it was always hard to compete with everyone else.

“So, what changed then?”

Hyuck leans against the door to Mark’s room and crosses his arms to contemplate. “Not that I have a chance now, but I can’t hold these feelings back anymore. I want to kiss her until we’re out of breath, to love without any conditions, to be the reason behind her every beautiful moment.”

Mark raises a confused eyebrow, “but you are.”

“The only reason.” Hyuck speaks his truest desires and Mark coughs aggressively before composing himself. Right, he didn’t stutter one bit.

So, Hyuck had planned to confess, all until you gave him the very reason he couldn’t. When you showed up unannounced with one of those wide grins that has your eyes shimmering with hope, he just knew something was wrong. All his love and future aspirations were replaced with sheer disappointment and envy.

“I’m falling hard for him.” You begin and your hands are clasped together so innocently. “He brought me to this overlook on a cliff and we just talked for ages. It felt so right and then, he asked to see me again!” Your eyes are completely wondrous and distracted, like the one thought in your mind blocked out everything else. Jumping happily, you’re squealing with excitement thinking about this new person in your life and there is no consideration of Hyuck’s silence.

“That’s… great.” He barely stutters to fill the air and to replace the sound of his heart breaking. He lost you before even getting the chance to even have you.

“I know right!” You yell joyfully and though your smile is the biggest it's ever been, Hyuck refuses to see this moment as beautiful. He’s no longer looking at you objectively, his bias tainting it all and he sees it in an ugly light. As your best friend, he should be happy for you and rooting for you. He’s known more than anyone else that you have been waiting for someone like this your whole college experience.

However, he can’t feel a single good emotion as you ramble on about your alleged one true love.

“Did you need something?” He cuts you off, growing a bit irritated by your endless praise about a man who never wishes to meet.

Clearing your throat, you take Hyuck’s hand in both of your palms. With begging eyes, you say, “my sister is getting married this weekend and they invited you.

His hold escapes yours as he walks toward his bedroom, “shouldn’t you invite your new man to your family events now.” It’s difficult for him to hide the bitterness in his voice, but you run up to him and grip his arm.

“But they think I’m dating you, remember? Plus, my mom referred to you by name. She really likes you.” You snicker, clearly not understanding why Donghyuck seems to be rather distant at the moment.

His ears perk up at the compliment and though it’s a selfish thought, he feels content knowing that he was able to win over your family. So, his heart burns at how your hand slowly travels down to intertwine with his own and how your chin rests on his shoulder lightly. His head turns and he is met a few inches away from your tender lips. For a brief moment, he’s staring at them longer than he should.

“Come on, Hyuck. Be mine for one more time.” Your whisper is gentle and soft, your breath tickling against his cheek. Despite everything, he loves how you make him feel. It’s always a mixture of happiness and safety. There are no fears with you because you’re absolutely fearless. He can’t imagine how he would’ve opened up without you around, that he puts every form of trust into you.

So, every little thing that you do. every single passing look. every touch and every spoken word. He falls harder for you every time you simply see him, every time you bat your eyelashes at him. And this love that festers inside of him feels easy and genuine. Perhaps, you’ve been his one true love all along. He’s never felt remarkably seen, where every part is exposed and right at your fingertips.

And you… have been so patiently waiting for just anyone to steal your heart. How can he let just anyone love you?

“I’m yours for however long you want me to be.” He lightly ruffles the top of your hair before slightly shrugging you off, afraid that your hold will eventually have him saying other sweet implications. “But don’t expect me to enjoy it.” He smirks at your small chuckle, the roll in your eyes.

“At least pretend.” But he really doesn’t have to. He enjoys every moment being yours.

When the day finally arrived, the grand wedding may have been another day that Hyuck will never forget how beautiful you looked. Prancing out in your bridesmaid dress, you run towards him through the large field of fake grass. He catches you when you jump into his arms, practically failing all over and tripping over the ends of your chiffon dress. He hits the ground, cushioning your fall.

“Hey..” you grin down at him breathless, hand resting perfectly on his chest as it was the night of your 21st again.

Hyuck gulps and sends you a glare, “I should have dropped you.”

“That would have been very chivalrous of you.” Sarcasm bites back at him as you push up and off of him. He’s quick on his feet and brushing off any dust from the bottom of your expensive dress, avoiding the long open slit that runs down to expose one leg.

“Donghyuck, you’re looking ravishing.” Your mother steps out, tall and prideful, but with the most delightful expression as she opens her arms to invite him into a hug.

He leans into it, while cautiously making suspicious eye contact with you. You shrug back, also confused at why your mother has a sudden change in demeanor. “It’s been so long since the holidays.”

“It’s a pleasure to see you again.” He bids your mother a respectful smile when she pulls away, to which she absolutely fawns at and you’re tugging at his sleeve to drag him away.

“The pleasure is all mine. You make y/n a better person.” And there is no context that Hyuck understands this single phrase before he’s walking away from your force. Your mother waves a small sweet goodbye as she watches you two leave behind a cobblestone wall behind the large reception building.

It’s covered in long vines that grow up the old stones, a beautiful background for an outdoor wedding. “Rude.” He whispers when you finally stop pulling him away.

“She was starting to say odd things.” You laugh, quite nervously actually. Nonetheless, you shake out of your nerves and a beaming expression replaces your troubles. “So, guess what? I’m meeting my man afterwards.” Yet again, the curve of your lips at the thought of another rumbles his own yearning heart.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looks down while kicking at the loose pebbles on the ground. “Good for you.” grumbles Donghyuck mindlessly.

You don’t notice his low spirits again, you’re talking away about this man as if he’s all you’re consumed with nowadays. On and on, the same speech about how you’re practically ready to give it your all and how he fits someone unimaginable. Eventually, Donghyuck becomes fed up by how your eyes blink up to the sun with another reflection in them. “It’s like you forget who you are when you’re with someone new.”

And you’re in mid-ramble when you hear his harsh comment that picks aggressively at your skin. It stings, “what?” You cross your arms defensively and raise an eyebrow at him. The tone in your voice is jarringly upset and he opened a can of worms that he isn’t ready for.

Donghyuck swears underneath his breath, looking away at the tall trees behind the small parking lot. “Forget it.” He mumbles, rather frustrated at himself for ticking you off.

“What are you implying?”

“There is someone that actually makes you a better person rather than someone completely different.” He scoffs, his emotions fueling the worst of him. The words flow from his mouth full of anger and spitefulness.

Your eyes narrow at him, crossing your arms defensively. “Like you can give me the love you think I deserve? This whole fake boyfriend gimmick has gone too much to your head.”

And his heart is bursting at the seams and all he can see is your angry expression, so he says something he never hopes to regret. Every impulse beats his rationality and in the heat of the moment, Donghyuck confesses, “if only you can see yourself from my point of view and all the emotions I feel when I look at you.”

With a sharp intake of breath, you’re slightly shocked at his bold statement. You blink cluelessly at him, speechless and deciphering how to respond. The anger fades from the both of you, knowing that the connection you two possess is mutual. Somewhere deep down within you, a light switches on and you’re basking in your sun’s radiance in this moment.

“Tell me about it.” Your curiosity brings much confusion, but he doesn’t wait a second of hesitation.

“Happiness, you light up my nights in dark cars with your smile. Trust, there is no one else I’d run down a dangerous intersection with. Courage, being bold enough to dance in a crowded room like no one was watching. Love, when kissing you felt incomparable to anything else in the world. Vulnerability, looking at you and knowing everything about you.”

Donghyuck takes a cautious step forward toward you. A whirl of thoughts and emotions overwhelmingly flood your heavy mind, but fear no longer holds you back from the one person you’ve always wished to love, harder than any person you’ve ever encountered. “Donghyuck.”

He freezes at the call of his name, waiting patiently for your next words. “I want to love me the way that you love me... because nobody loves me like you do… even myself. So, I’d love to see me from your point of view.”

Donghyuck releases the sigh that suffocates him and every firework lights up in his chest. His eyes wander across your canvas and absorb everything wondrous about your features. Even though you’re not entirely smiling, you’re puckering your lips cutely out of embarrassment. And he reassesses how pretty you simply look in your expensive formal chiffon dress and the bold color on your lips that has made you feel good before.

He thinks aloud, the words leaving his mouth before they can be stopped. “This is your most beautiful moment.”

When you’re looking up at him to meet his dreamy gaze, a new enthusiasm washes over your entire body. Looking rather inexplicably attractive in his suit, Hyuck stares at you as if you’re all he can see. So, you pull him into the only source of gratitude you can give. A kiss that gives every emotion back to him, one that resembles closely to the one he gave you on your birthday and the one you gave him for his.

An emotional kiss that tells him more than he can see. He feels it on the tip of your tongue and every ounce of love that rushes over the both of you.

***********

Donghyuck’s wandering hands travel down your waist, over your hips, all until it reaches in between the slit of your dress. His hand instinctively grips at your naked thigh, the feeling of your raw skin driving him wild with impure thoughts. Your hands are quick on his tie, loosening it from around his collar and unbuttoning the first few as you’ve done once before.

“Can,-- Is it okay if--?” Hungry eyes search his face for confirmation, but you’re so lust driven that you’re a stuttering mess. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.” Says Hyuck without any hesitation. Taking his hand, you’re quick to lead him inside to a more secluded part of the venue. The lavish private bathrooms are brightly lit and he lifts you on top of the marble counters.

“The reception starts in 20 minutes.” You moan as Hyuck kisses down your neck hastily, a hand up the slit of your dress to push your panties aside.

“We’ll make it quick then. I’ll show you love another day.” His knuckle lightly grazes against your erect clit and your grip on his shoulder tightens. Whimpers fall from your lips as your hips mindlessly grind into his hand. “Never took you the type to be so loud.” Hyuck raises an eyebrow and tilts his head mockingly at you.

“This isn’t even close to how loud I can get.” Your statement causes him to swallow hard. Being your best friend, he has kept a rather clear mind from any sexual attraction toward you. He had to know he loved you in order to even see you in that way.

Gathering your slick, he rubs your clit with two fingers before dipping them into your hole. You lean back into the mirror and prop your feet on the counter to spread open for Hyuck to see. “You let all these idiots fuck your pretty pussy? They don’t deserve you, as a person or a potential partner.” He fingers you deeper and with flicking motions, he hits your sweet spot and causes you to jolt.

“Please, just fuck me. I’ve always wondered how good you’d feel.” His eyes twinkle at your bashful confession, but understands your lustful desires even for your own best friend.

“You think about fucking me?” He asks abruptly, taking his fingers out to suck your juices clean from them. A coined flattered smirk appears on his lips as he unbuckles his belt.

You’re averting eye contact, “well no, maybe just once. I get horny when I’m drunk sometimes.” You admit and he’s rushing to take himself out of his restrictive dress pants. His dick hits the air and he adjusts closer to your dripping core.

And he enters, slowly and slowly inching in so you can adhere to his size. You bite back every yell of pleasure and grip the ends of his dress shirt. Hyuck fills you up deliciously, and you two are connected through bodies beyond any way before. He leans in to give you a sloppy, yet passionate kiss before dragging out his hips and pushing them back in.

There is no guilt, no pain, no sorrows. Knowing Hyuck, he fucks you in the same way he wishes to love you. His hips drive into you passionately and quickly. The time crunch being something that causes him great distraction, but his heart is swelling simply feeling your warmth wrap around him so well.

“My baby is so tight.” Pet names in private. A small grin appears on your face at the sound of the sweet nickname and you pull him closer by tugging his shirt.

“Harder, Hyuck. Don’t hold back anymore.” Moan after moan, Hyuck relentlessly drills into you. His arm is hooked underneath your left thigh to keep it up, and your head keeps banging against the mirror.

Your eyes roll back when his thumb rubs circles on your aching clit. The mixture of both pleasures stimulate you until the build up tension in your stomach begins to reach its peak.

“Cum, I know you fucking want to.” He grunts, keeping the same rhythm that pushes you over your edge. Your walls squeeze around him tightly as your legs shake sporadically from your release. You’re smart to cover your mouth, knowing that the bathroom will only echo your erotic sounds. Your chest rises and falls from the momentum and adrenaline that Hyuck helped you reach, breathlessly trying to calm your heart rate down.

After a few more harsh bumps, he pulls out and motions you forward. Jumping off of the counter, you kneel on the ground and suck his tip lightly. Your swirls are enough for him to empty into your mouth, his hot streams of salty liquid hitting the back of your throat. He looks down at you and your wide eyed expression with his cock in your mouth drives him overboard.

And you swallow, getting up to lightly plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. A lip stain being worn proudly for just a moment.

“You amaze me.” Hyuck whispers, holding you against his flushed body and fast paced heart beat.

“Hurry out you two!” A voice startles the both of you with a knock on the door and you two are quick to readjust yourselves. He hopes to love you a little longer next time, without any interruptions.

***********

After the glorious and excruciating long wedding, you’re walking Hyuck to his car in the small parking lot. During the rest of the night, he held your hand the whole way through and the love that he looked at you with was more than real.

He talked with your distant relatives as if he’s always known them. Hyuck conducted the dinner table, always knowing what to say. There was no doubt in your head that seeing Donghyuck in the aftermath, he was always going to be someone who was going to make things better.

The love you long searched for, the love that you had been too afraid to touch, intertwined itself so lovingly underneath the white table cloth. Donghyuck is the one and it took needing to see him a bit more to realize. A little more acceptance from the both of you had to be the final straw.

Donghyuck sheepishly scratches the back of his neck when you reach his car, unsure where the path of your friendship will diverge to next. “Have fun on your date then…” His voice trails off, kicking the rocks at his feet again.

There goes your melodic laughter that soothe his aching heart and the familiar gentle grip on his fingertips. You lift his chin up, the both of you seeing each other clearly now.

From his perspective, you’re absolutely dazzling in the low light and butterflies swirl in the pit of his stomach. He can look at you forever, until months turn into years. He can love you until you two grow old. You’re his fearless, beautiful, inexplicably marvelous best friend. And he patiently waits for the day you’ll let him finally be yours.

From your perspective, Donghyuck shines even when the night overtakes the sky and possibly, the warmth in your heart bubbles across your chest. You can stay with him forever, until months turn into years. You can trust him like it’s you two against the world. He is your silly, charming, timidly benevolent best friend. And you’re slowly falling and hoping for the day you get to be his.

“I’m not going to see him anymore. He’s not the one.” Hyuck blinks at you, full of confusion and shock.

“But you sounded so happy.” His voice gets lost in the stillness of the intimate atmosphere.

“No, Hyuck. You make me happy and I’ll say it again for you to hear me. Nobody loves me like you do.” Reaching up, your hand caresses his cheek and he falls into your palm lovingly. His heart runs a mile, reaching the greatest high he’s ever going to feel. He hopes his eyes don’t deceive him, but the utter perfection on your face makes him feel whole.

You wish that Hyuck can teach you to love yourself the way that he loves you.

“Take me home?”

“How could I ever say no?”

thank you for being patient with me! its finally done and i will be going on a writing hiatus for a bit. housemating and ridin club will come out sometime soon, but i really need to step away from writing for a bit. please understand, thank you for reading :)

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better than a dream

featuring. nct mark lee x fem!oc contents. cinderella!au, fluff, abuse references, vague comedy

playlist. shout out, enhypen word count: 3082

note. i legitimately wrote the better half of this over two weeks in between classes at school in a notebook, oh my god. have fun lol

Parties have never been Chanmi's area of comfort, but she can't well back out now.

She's here, she's ready, and most importantly she's determined—now more than ever—to get what she wants, no matter how hard her heart thuds away, skittering in fear and anxiousness, terrified that she'll get called out, exposed and torn apart in much the same way her oh-so-lovely stepsisters had done, while her stepmother presided over that.

But no matter. If she's survived in her household for this long, if she's managed to keep this one, singular, scandalous secret for this long, then she can most certainly survive a stupid, pretentious party. (It's more a royal ball, but anyway. Trivialities.) Besides, she has literally nothing better to do except sit in her room and stare at the walls, knowing that Mark will, at the end of the night, pick a happily blushing young lady as his bride.

If she wants Mark, if he wants her—then, this is their only way; their final and only chance left available. If this doesn't work, they're out of options for good. No more scheming, and laughing, in the dark, hiding in the trees from her stepsisters, bribing Donghyuck into silence with promises of candy and an extra hour off from his babysitting duty—because then, Mark will be a proper, married man, a married prince, and everything they've ever shared will be nothing more than cherished memories.

Like hell she's going to let that happen.

Taking a deep breath, she starts up the steps with evenly paced, purposeful strides. (Why in the world any place needs this many, she'll never understand.) For how expensive it had been, the dress is certainly uncomfortable, the unfamiliar material weirdly itchy on her skin. These damn fancy shoes are already making her feet sore, and it's barely been half an hour. Even so, she holds herself like any respectable lady would.

Like a princess would.

Upon entering, she finds herself in a lavishly decorated ballroom, and realizes that what she had just used as the entrance, flanked by guards, was the only way in here.

Smart.

It's automatically much, much easier for the prince to keep an eye out for any...women who happen to be particularly...interesting. It's not without some measure of giddiness that she thinks, like me. I'll be the most interesting addition tonight, if anyone realizes who I'm not.

While nobody obviously knows that she's just a servant girl all dazzled-up, it wouldn't be pleasant if somebody did figure it out. At the same time, she hopes that if it happens, it at least happens after she gets Mark's attention, because it'll be incredibly funny to see her stepsisters' faces when they realize who she is—and that the prince doesn't give a damn about that at all.

It's only dawning on her now that the dressing-up part isn't just so that she can actually attend. It's meant for that as much as it's supposed to attract the prince's attention, and notice her he will. Mark has never been the best at hiding his surprise, or his emotions, in general, given that the guy practically wears his heart on his sleeve, and tonight will be no exception.

Carefully, regally, Chanmi strides through the room. She knows she looks different with the way she's done up so glamorously, but it's kind of hard to deny that she's still...her. Worst comes to worst, she'll just throw off the shoes and make a run for it with Mark in tow. Or, maybe not. She wouldn't want to get him in that much trouble.

First on the agenda: greet Mark, like every other hopeful girl here. She has to hide a grin on her face at the thought of his when he saw her. While this is a daring plan to snatch away the boy of her dreams, Mark was a friend, first, and henceforth somebody to tease and make fun of mercilessly. She makes a mental note to thank Donghyuck for helping her with this plan again, if only because Mark's reaction will pay him back for practically bribing the palace stylist. Somewhat. They'll work on it after this.

Heads turn as she passes through the crowd. For a small moment, she nearly panics at all the attention, thinking that she looks ridiculous, what the hell is she playing at, trying to pass herself off as one of these proper, beautiful girls and women; but she cannot let herself go down that spiral, and soldiers on. No matter what, she cannot, she just cannot let this night go badly.

This is about more than finally getting to keep the only boy she loves, or giving him the freedom to love who he wishes—it's also about freeing herself from the clutches of her stepmother and stepsisters and escaping that never-ending nightmare of pain and pain and more pain than she thinks her body is physically able to take. That her mind's only capable of holding up under for so much longer.

It won't be like when she was nine years old and running around on the grounds of her house, but it'll be close enough. As a princess, and eventually, queen, she'll have more freedom than she'll know what to do with, and that's honestly so much more preferable.

She won't let this kind of chance slip through her fingers. Not while she can fight.

She's at the front of the room now, joining a line of ladies waiting to meet him. It takes a while—about five minutes or so—of fiddling with the lace encircling her waist to see Mark for real, up close. And just like it always has ever since she realized she's hopelessly in love with him, her heart stutters in her chest when she sees him.

His usual bright, dorky smile is evident, though it's his strained, polite-prince smile. It's a little painful to look at, actually. Dressed in one of those suits he hates, he looks mostly like himself (probably Donghyuck's doing, that wonderful, wonderful idiot), and just in the way that he doesn't look quite as...removed from who she knows as Prince Mark Lee makes him look even more like a dream.

The only downside of the current situation is that lady who has his attention, currently, is Hyejung, in all her prettily-smiling, rose-gowned glory, seemingly oblivious to Mark's frosty smile that doesn't reach his eyes as he speaks in short, painfully direct sentences.

Mark is normally pretty even-tempered—actually, Chanmi can count all the times she's seen him angry on one hand. It looks like this is going to be one of those times unless she steps in. Not that she's worried about Hyejung doing anything; nobody here can ever dare to lay a finger on Mark. She's more worried about how this will reflect on him.

"Your Highness," she steps forward and curtsies, pitching her voice to be a little higher than usual. "It is an honor to meet you."

Of course, Mark recognizes her voice, he'd recognize it anywhere in the world. He turns to look at her, and it's notable that his self-control keeps his jaw from hanging open. It is entirely more hilarious, the way Hyejung makes a strangled, choked sound at the sight of her, sputtering something about impossibilities.

"I—I don't—" she stammers. "How did you—that dress—"

"I have my ways, sister dear," Chanmi winks at her in a most unladylike manner with a most unladylike smirk. She turns her attention back to Mark, who just stares, completely and utterly flabbergasted, entirely speechless. If it weren't making her so flustered, how he just—stares, she would have laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of this entire scheme.

"It's an honor to make your acquaintance as well," Mark finally gets out. "Your name?"

"Seo Chanmi, Your Highness," she curtsies again, not really sure what she's even doing, placing an inflection on the title that makes something fond light up in Mark's eyes.

"Seo Chanmi," Mark says deliberately, using the same tone he'd used when he said, I've always cared about you more than anybody else. "Would you dance with me?"

Chanmi starts to say, but there's no music, when she realizes that there is, in fact, a number playing by the orchestra in the corner of the room, something fast but pretty.

She isn't able to stop her grin at that, spreading across her face like a wildfire. "I'd—I'd be delighted to, Your Highness," she replies politely, just barely able to contain anything else. She bites her tongue to keep from breaking into hysterical laughter as Mark offers his arm to her and the two of them glide away, leaving a bunch of girls green with envy, and one dumbfounded, stunned stepsister.

The two of them weave between the crowd. Mark's status means there are several pairs of eyes on him, interested and judgmental at the same time, while Chanmi receives a lot of shocked, jealous looks. Even so, it doesn't take long to reach the center of the room, seeing as nobody's about to stand in the way of the literal prince.

"You are unbelievable," Mark hisses under his breath, now that there's some more space between them and others. He sounds amused and exasperated and incredibly fond all at the same time. "How—? Never mind, I'll ask you that later. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's meant to be a surprise, obviously," Chanmi whispers back, ignoring how his hand at her waist, as they begin the motions of the same dance they had danced to in the rose garden not so long ago, to the melody of some unknowable music, makes her want to lean in and kiss him for how hard her heart taps away between her ribs.

That's how Chanmi realizes that the song, the same one they're dancing to, is the exact same one that Mark was thinking of back then—identifiable by the way their footsteps and movements are the exact same, but more precise, now that they have actual music to match it up to. How funny. "Thank Donghyuck for helping me coordinate this entire thing. Would've been a mess without him."

"Of course, Donghyuck knows," Mark starts on some kind of wild, hysterically light giggle. "Of course, you both were scheming behind my back. I'm not even surprised anymore."

Chanmi grins wider. "Are you complaining, Your Highness?"

"I don't even know anymore," Mark admits, leaning closer. Chanmi doesn't believe he actually realizes that. Mark has always been sweetly oblivious like that. "I mean, I'm so happy that you're here, and I don't need to suffer through this alone because of all this pretense, but—your stepmother will give you hell if she finds out, and I told you I don't want to risk you getting hurt worse, and Hyejung knows now—"

"Even if she does," Chanmi says, lighter than she feels, "what can she do about it? I'll be engaged to the prince, then. I'll only have to go back for my stuff and then I'm done. Goodbye and good riddance."

Mark's cheeks flush. "You're really here for that?"

"What else would I risk everything we have for?" Chanmi asks as they twirl around the floor like a pair of graceful birds gliding on the wind. "I can say wholeheartedly that I'll do everything in my power to make it so that you marry me. Not anyone else."

"Blunt as always," Mark mutters. "Donghyuck is a bad influence on you."

"No, I'm the one corrupting him more every day," Chanmi corrects him. "You should have known we'd make that kind of pair from the moment we met."

"Ah, yes," he laughs again, "I should have known, really."

They fall into silence. Chanmi has read and heard about how two lovers stare into each other's eyes as they dance, like it's just the two of them in the world, and nothing else matters and it's so romantic—she hadn't really thought much of them when she heard about that. After all, in a life as loveless as hers, what good was that when she had none of those good things those girls did in their lives?

Never did she expect to be one of those girls.

Nor did she expect it to feel every bit as romantic and heart-stopping as it was described. She'll have to try and remember this for the longest time she can manage, though she's sure, without a doubt, that this is no memory that will fade entirely with time.

The first song ends too quickly, and another, faster one starts up. Chanmi is more than ready to launch into another dance, but Mark grabs her by the arm and tugs her through the crowd, towards one of the side-doors unmanned personally by a guard. He pushes her through first before the guards, distracted by the festivities, notice her, and follows a second later.

"What did you do?" she whispers as they scurry down a flight of stairs.

"Told them I needed some air," Mark whispers back. "They saw me."

Chanmi would have replied, but her breath is taken away at the sight she sees when they emerge into the courtyard that Mark described to her. It's every bit as beautiful as he'd promised they were—simple white tiled floor with gold trimming, an off-white fountain of marble that seemed to glow silver in the moonlight filtering through the multitudes of trees overhead, etched with designs of flowers and butterflies, not extravagant at all, but simple and lovely.

"This is the place?" she asks, letting go of Mark's hand and stepping forward to examine the lovely carvings on the stone. Where your mother used to spend her time is before she died is the part that goes unsaid. She hears his noise of confirmation. "Mark, this—it's so much prettier than I imagined. It's so unlike the rest of the palace."

"That's my mother for you," Mark says. Chanmi remembers what he'd told her, about how as much as she was the queen, Mark's late mother was a great lover of the simplistic yet beautiful wonders she stumbled upon. Maybe that's where Mark gets his discomfort of his extreme wealth from. He learned a lot of humility from his parents, even if all of the other royal family members, with the exception of his parents, are definitive jerks.

Not to mention the royal court. Mark is an even-tempered person, as mentioned before, but, to reiterate, even he gets tempted to punch them in the face sometimes.

"I know I've said this before," Chanmi straightens up and turns around to face him, "I know I'm not supposed to bring up the topic of her out of nowhere when you aren't in a good mood, but—I would've loved to meet her. I would've loved to meet the woman who raised you into the man I care about so much that you are today."

Mark doesn't blush, and instead, eyes glittering with such a deep, fond affection that it's sort of making Chanmi want to cry, he steps forward and takes her by the hands. "She would've loved you too," he says quietly. "My father will love you too, I know it. And—it's okay, Chanmi. My bad mood disappeared as soon as I saw you."

Chanmi would normally tease him for it, but the tenderness of the words leave no room at all for that. "Did it?" she asks softly. "I hoped it would."

"You look like...well, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and tonight, you're just—radiant," Mark says, completely serious. "And to know that you care enough that you would do something like this, when you know that there are so many ways for this plan to fall apart—"

"I did because I love you, Mark," Chanmi says firmly. There's no better time and place for that than this. To confess her love out loud. "That's what love is, being in any kind of half-decent relationship is. To support each other, to be there in every way I can. I'll admit that this was as much for me as it was for you. But I also know without a doubt that if you married anyone else here, you'd be completely miserable."

Mark's eyes widen. "That's—I don't think I can top that," he laughs quietly. "For what it's worth, though, I love you, too. I'd have done the same for you."

"I know you would. It's knowing that you would without a doubt that gave me courage to show up at this hellhole."

"Aren't we going a little...unconventionally?" he asks. "Our relationship is barely three weeks old, and we're getting married in a...month? However long it takes for the idiots on the council to plan it. It's after the decision to marry that we've even said the three magic words—I love you."

"Mark," Chanmi says seriously, "literally, what about our situation is conventional at all, to begin with? I'm pretty sure that princes don't normally spend all their time falling in love with servant girls whom they spend their time with in the woods."

That gets Mark to start laughing again. "Yeah, you're right," he agrees. "We're certainly going to be an interesting couple. There's going to be questions, and a lot of them."

"We can handle them." She pauses. "Wait, after the decision to marry—?"

"I knew I was going to marry you as soon as I saw you," Mark leans closer and whispers with that beautifully dorky grin. "Is it crazy that I think you might be the only person I will ever think about for the rest of my days?"

Chanmi says screw it to etiquette and pacing and whatnot. "Of course not, you glorious idiot. You're the only person I'll ever think about even beyond my days left," she beams, and pulls him forward for a kiss.

Let it be known that once Mark Lee gets over his shock, his kisses can make her feel so much more important than just the princess-to-be; and eventually, the queen, or queen consort, whatever title they come up with.

It's better than a dream, the way Mark kisses her. It's definitely better than a dream that she has this burning, prideful knowledge with her now:

That Mark Lee is hers, and she is his. Nobody else can come in between this love they've got for each other. Nobody.

I have no regrets about writing this—I hope I served well!

for context: the plot points I had in mind—

- hyuck is basically mark's personal assistant slash bodyguard and he was with mark when the two of them met chanmi, and the first member of the Mark and Chanmi Need to Get Their Shit Together and Kiss Club ™

- chanmi and mark met when mark and hyuck were traveling across the city to an important place mark needed to be at. I haven't exactly worked out the details but I guess mark got injured somehow and chanmi helped and after that mark (the whipped dork that he is) kept coming back and pestering her until the two of them became friends and sneaked off to hide in the woods behind the house chanmi's stepmother owns to hang out and eventually fell in love (while hyuck watched the entire progress with much satisfaction)

- the two of them confessed to each other when chanmi got upset that mark has to marry a random girl from the ball as per the king's plans (which wasn't really his, the council are jerks), and told him that she'd marry him if she could and he was just like "I WISH. why can't we have nice things?" or smth like that

- so, she came up with a plan, without telling mark because he might try to talk her out of it, to show up at the ball with a dress hyuck helped her procure (like in the original, her stepmother and stepsisters found and ruined the first one so hyuck begged the palace stylist to at least dazzle-up an older-design dress)

- mark's mother died when he wasn't that young, and he has bad memories of it

- similar to how chanmi's dad is a sore subject

- mark also has some level of anxiety due to the stressful years of dealing with a dead mom and preparing to take over the throne one day. what chanmi meant by not bringing his mom up when he's in a bad mood is that mark's never dealt with his grief properly and when he's on the edge of an anxiety/panic attack she can tell pretty quickly, and has learned about which subjects to avoid at the time.

yeah that's it. hope you enjoyed this half-baked follow-up to a promise <3

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ms-indifferwnt · 4 years ago

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“I’m Cold”

“I’m cold"

“And?”

“Can’t you give me your jacket or something?”

“Can’t you accept my proposal and marry me already?”

In which Prince Donghyuck’s parents are forcing him to get married and he decided to propose to the first girl he sees to shut his parents up

Genre: Prince!Lee Donghyuck x Maid!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Arranged Marriage (kinda), Slowburn

Warnings: Curse words, Suggestive (I’ll add more if there are)

Notes: Chapter 7 of Im Cold. Tell me your thoughts, appreciate it if you guys leave likes and commentssss

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

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Donghyuck ran to the tea room where the other princes were sitting and enjoying themselves, drinking coffee and tea, telling each other jokes and teasing each other

"Have you seen Y/n?" he asks opening the doors with a loud thud, his dress shoes clicking against the marble floor, his sudden entrance catching everyone's attention "I went to her room to wake her up but she wasn't there"

Doyoung was there serving coffee to Prince Lucas who spoke up "The ladies went to the garden at midnight"

Donghyuck not even batting an eyelash he turns on his heal and walks in the direction of the garden, with the rest of the Princes right behind him, once he arrived at the garden he let out a breath of relief once he saw you, laughing along with the rest of the girls and when he approached all of them bowed and Y/n stood up, and Donghyuck had a clear view of her legs, and her short shorts that was being covered by the oversize shirt that had a name 'Hendery' he read, his face scrunching, who was Hendery? Why did you have his shirt but then you smiled at him, any thought before that abandoned

"Are you ok?" You asked and tilted your head and a happy Lucas hugged Donghyuck from behind and Donghyuck had to pry him off "Let me go"

"I thought lover boy wanted a hug" He teases and then pinches his cheeks

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Jaemin sits beside his Fiance "Forgive us for barging in on your girl time ladies," He bows appreciatively to Doyoung who handed him coffee "Prince Donghyuck panicked when he couldn't find Lady Y/n, even though he knows that you girls like staying in the garden to talk"

Dongyuck blinked and then blushed a deep shade of red in realization, this little meeting was completely forgotten by him when he couldn't find you, as everybody snickered and teased him even more, his eyes trailing to you who was shushing them and stopping them from saying anymore. His eyes moved lower on your form, landing on your bare thigh and e quickly looks up, his heart skipping a beat, he looked directly into your eyes "Are you ok with what your wearing?"

He blinks "What?" and you laugh your oversized shirt and changing into a pair of loose fitting shirt and shorts reaching your thigh, neither of you were surrounded by the Prince's and there Fiance's, both of you were in your room and helping wear something more relaxing and free, He remembers what's going on now, why did he have to think about that now? "Do I really have to wear this?"

"Yes" you quickly answered "You are not wearing your expensive suits, your highness" you said looking up at him from your position in dusting his shoulders, before you pull away, pink dusting your cheeks. Donghyuck has actually noticed that any form of physical contact from anyone would get you to glow a shade of pink. and he did not like it. He woke up from his thoughts once he sees you accidentally hit your hand against the lock of the jewelry box, making you yelp and he rolls his eyes, you were cutely helpless, he has been a witness of how clumsy you could be and he always wondered how you lived this long as a maid in the palace, you were massaging your hand in an attempt to soothe the sting

"I don't see the difference" He replies and grabs your hand, checking and helping you massage your finger "They're just clothes"

"Expensive clothes" You shot back and he smiles, he adores moments like this proof of how much you've gotten close to him that you've learned to treat him like a friend. "You said you wanted to experience my usual routine, so no expensive clothes" you pulled your hand away and he nods

"Ok" He relents and takes the jacket you offered him "I am in your hands today"

The smile that greeted him made Donghyuck blind, it was dazzling, you really look beautiful when you smile, he wanted to take a photo of you like that a memento to keep. "Don't worry your highness"

"You're telling me you go out for chores with money that is given to you," He looks at the money your placing in your wallet "And you don't get snacks I'm between?"

You laugh, shaking your head "We get snacks, when we're not working" You said walking passed the garage and Donghyuck grimaces as he points at his car "No car" you pointed

He looks at you weirdly "Surely you're kidding"

You pursed your lips

"How do we get there then?"

"Commute"

"This is a joke"

You laugh "You've ever been on public transport before my Prince?"

He shakes head "Not when you got a car at you beck and call," He huffs "Can't we just take my baby?" You looked at him "Yes, Yes I know naming my car baby is not ok,"

"Well, I think its cute in that context" You cut him off and pushed him passed the garage and out of the palace

He blushes and clears his throat "Aww Y/n" He calls and puffs his cheeks as some of the maids watched the interaction and he holds your hand "My Love, You will pay for not letting me ride my baby, going to take you shopping 'till your legs hurt"

You scrunched your nose and locked your hands making him look at you "Lets go, Whiny Prince"

"Please treat us normally" You smiled at the flustered shop owner who has been bowing a full ninety degree to you and the Prince and you shook your hand "I just wanted to show the prince around"

He look as at the prince who smiles and nods and heled him straiten up "Please right now We are a customer" He takes a step back to adjust the bags he took from you even though you had pointed out you could carry them but he has refused to hand it to you "We are in your hands" he bows and you follow suit, the flustered shop owner hurriedly assisted you both to not bow in front of him and leads you around his shop

Eventually he relaxed and despite having both the Prince and his Fiancé in his shop, you were tasked to find some silk and cloth that The Queen might like for her new dress and you checked to see if the material was of good quality for the queen's dress

Donghyuck on the other hand wasn't paying attention to anything but you, the dress maker is known in the village for being favored by his mother so its no surprise when he spots some of the dresses his mother had bought already in boxes, but of course his mother likes hand crafting majority of her clothes which is why you were here checking the fabric. The shop owner placed coffee on the table, "Please have some coffee" The owner says and Donghyuck takes a cup

"I'm sorry but Y/n doesn't drink-" he starts knowing you don't like the taste of coffee but he was cut off with you taking a sip before bowing politely at the owner thanking him for the drink, he looks at you and raises an eyebrow as you take another sip and when the dress maker looked away you made a face and put the cup down "You hate coffee" he notes

"Yeah" you agreed and took the cup again but not making a move to drink "He made it for us, it would be rude of me to decline" You smiles and Donghyuck stopped breathing at the sight as you tucked a strand of hair but to no avail it was to short to be tucked properly and Donghyuck had to remind himself to breathe

You stood up once they called you, your coffee unfinished, done with the orders the boxes all placed in a bag and you bowed giving them the money and they bowed back thankful to have met you and the prince Donghyuck takes the bag full of cloth and the other one is his mother's dresses from you "Your highness" You tried to take it from him again but he raises an eyebrow "No, you will not carry all of these," You grabbed the others, the bag of cloths for rags and the other bag that is full off broom's and dusters "The dresses are more heavy than this I'll carry this"

"Y/n"

"Donghyuck" You replied as well and he sighs "You're the Prince, if you want to help then carry those"

He nods "If you get tired we're taking a break ok?"

You smile and he was relieved you looked to serious he though he has upset you "You'll be surprised" you said taking another bad that Donghyuck was adamant in not letting you carry, scurrying to the door before he could say anything

He walked in front of you making sure you won't be able to get out using the door and you huff as he grabs the bag "I don't think so" He says and flashes you a smile "Where to next?"

You scrunched your nose the way you do which is almost the equivalent of a roll of an eye and Donghyuck knows you've developed that habit when the Royals would annoy you and instead of rolling your eyes you'd scrunch your nose. Donghyuck is absolutely smitten with this habit of yours, when he discovered it when he forced you to go ice skating with him and he laughs at you while you kept falling, he watched you scrunch your nose and he didn't even realize he pinched it "Love," he remembers his words "You are absolutely adorable"

"Did you hear me?" You asked with a tilt of your head and he nods making you scrunch your nose again "What did I say?" He blinks then his cheeks painted red, making you laugh "To the market but first lets leave this to Daeshim" You nodded your head in the direction of a man waiting by a car "He'll take these to the palace while we're at the market"

Donghyuck separates from her for a minute once something catches his eyes, smiling at the maiden who was manning the shop he bows appreciatively as he sees what he spotted and bought it

He returns to you and he sees that man from a while ago, you didn't even notice his disappearance, from a far he could already say that Daeshim seems like a nice guy, he seemed decent enough and he was familiar Donghyuck could tell they would get along not until the boy ran up to you and gave gave you hug that made you slightly lift off the ground and made you squeak, He and Donghyuck will not get along now

"Y/n Look at you!" He exclaims and spins you around making you laugh "You look so pretty," He finally puts you down once he catches the glare the Prince sends his way, He bows and playfully elbows your side "Fiancé huh?" you just laugh "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I should've?"

"If I was getting married wouldn't you want to know too?"

You grinned "No not really" You teased and he smiles finding your answer amusing but he pretended to get angry and swiped the bags from you

"Rude. Don't talk to me" He says and placed the bags in the car that was waiting, you just laughed and moved to assist Donghyuck in placing the bags inside since he didn't let Daeshim take it

"Who's going to assist me today?" You asked once Donghyuck closes the door and Daeshim points at himself, Donghyuck did not like that

"My brother will be taking the goods to the palace and I was tasked to guide the Prince and Hi Fiancé around the market"

"Your brother?" You asked right before Donghyuck could say something snarky, waving to the slightly younger boy behind the wheel "We haven't met yet, I'm Y/n and this is Prince Donghyuck"

He bows "Its an honor to meet the both of you, My name is Yejun" He smiles and looks at you "Hyung talks a lot about you Noona"

You looked at Daeshim "He does? Like what?"

Daeshim hits the car to get your attention "and that's enough. Go on Yejun, Drive"

Yejun laughs and waves, bowing at you and The Prince before entering the car and starting its engine "Noona," He calls to get your attention, it did "Hyung says you're really pretty" He says before driving off

Donghuck was sure now. He resents Daeshim.

Daeshim and you were walking on ahead side by side, Daeshim's cart behind him with Donghyuck slightly in front, He had taken it upon himself to be quiet and listen in on your conversation, it was rude he knows that but he was angry and he could care less

"Wait" You called out to the both of them as you smiled at a stand owner, raising your hand to shake hers, she smiles at you as you started buying vegetables from her stand, giving her money before you spin to pace it in Daeshim's cart only to be stopped by Donghyuck grabbing it too "I'll put it in Daeshim's cart"

"I'll carry it" He says superiorly, his voice dripping with both anger and authority as if he'll punish you if you make a wrong move, your lips locked, staring at his face as if that will give you an answer on why he was angry but then Daeshim opens his mouth to at least try and get the Prince to place them on his cart, which is his job "And You," The Prince looks at Daeshim "Not a word out of you" You looked at him more intently and he looks back at you tugging on the bag of vegetables "Give" He commanded and you froze, letting him take it

He walks ahead and you and Daeshim stared at the Princes back before you followed after him to lead him to the next shop on the list, you were afraid of Donghyuck when he is angry and he knows this, you left quite a huge gap in between the both of you and he sighs, he was being petty and now he was being even more petty in hopes that you'll speak to him and coax him into not being mad anymore

You went ahead and turned to stare at him "Why are you angry?" You asked, despite being afraid of getting yelled at you wanted to know what could've triggered such a sudden reaction "Was it because of me? Tell me?"

Yes. Its because of you, I don't want you close to anyone else, I don't understand why I'm like this or why I'm angry over something so minor or why he absolutely loathes the man following behind the both of you. But that anger disappeared once he meets your eyes, you were afraid, and he can see how your trying your best to not cower under his eyes. He didn't like seeing you like this, he didn't like seeing you were afraid, especially cause of him. He pats his pocket retrieving the item he had bough, the hair clip that was in a shape of a ribbon and moved to clip that hair you were trying to tuck away last time, "You smile cause you know you'll get attention" He answers, it was the truth, your smile being the thing that plague his thoughts and your wonderful laugh was music to his ears, how he loves your smile and laugh, he loves coaxing that out of you but this time it was directed at someone else and not him

You tilted your head at his words, flinching when he clips your hair "Thank you" you whispered before trying to understand or think of a possible scenario that actually lead to his words trying to figure out the scenario "What?" You asked confused and looked at him "You're not making any sense"

He looks to the side not giving that shadow of a smile, that you have recently grown fond of and you resisted the urge to frown "I know" he answers and moves to take a step out of your way and moved on ahead, he hated how his feeling were in valid, they were nothing and they are only making it hard especially with the thought of the deal almost coming to an end, by the end of the weak you will no longer be his, and all his problems will be solved, no more parents forcing him to date, no more girls trying to cling, no more, he stops, no more you, he will be happy after al of this right? Of course he will. Just a couple of days, he thinks Just a little more and 2 weeks are up

"I'm sorry" You spoke and he looks at you "I-I don't know what I did" You answered and almost everybody looks at the scene unfold before them, how The Prince and his Fiancé seem to be in a fight, Neither of you cared at least not at the moment, Donghyuck could see the glistening in your eyes, you were upset and it was starting to frustrate you to the point your tears won't be in check, he knows that expression, he caused that expression. The ache in his heart returned at the sight and he watches you as your hand clings on to the necklace he bought you "I'm sorry, please-" you licked your lips to ground your tears as they threaten to spill "Please don't look at me like I hurt you not when I don't even know what I did" You hang your head

Donghyuck didn't know his expression gave away that much and he looked away, taking a deep breath as he walks back to you to drop the bags on Daeshim's cart and reached down to grab the list "Lets finish this up and head back to the palace" He says and moves to walk ahead again, leaving you and Daeshim behind

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jenosslut · 4 years ago

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water fountain

pairings: lee donghyuck x reader, na jaemin x reader

genre/s: suggestive, angst

warnings: suggestive content

word count: 0.8k

a/n: a little surprise lolol, hope you enjoy!

tags: @neowritingsnet @czennienet @kpopscape @nct-writers @culture-cafe @ultkpopnetwork

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Stars glow bewitchingly under the noxious night, enchanting anyone under its gleam. In the serenade of late night’s dim glimmer, the stars act as a choir; singing in infinite patterns.

The extravagant Chevrolet Corvette stays parked exquisite, allowing heads to steal glances as it appears deluxe; proving that luxury is a definite thief of scrutiny.

Graciously, Donghyuck grabs you by the hips; pulling your delicate body in as you fall breathlessly onto his figure. The Lee catches your plumped lips in his after brief departure, despising any loss of physical contact. He repeatedly leaves honeyed whispers into your ear, allowing your breath to get stuck up your throat in bewilderment.

Donghyuck holds your body tighter inside his arms, guiding your body towards the Chevrolet Corvette’s back seat as it is more spacious in comparison to the passenger seat.

Your hands find their way towards his soft locks, plunking them eagerly as your lips move together messily; not exactly in concurrence. Donghyuck’s hands continuously travel on your exquisitely breathtaking body, feeling every inch of it on top of his own.

“My phone-” You whisper breathily as the bothersome noise of your phone ringing agitates you both. Donghyuck lets out a groan in grievance, stretching out his arm in order to reach for your phone; acknowledging that it could be extensive.

“Who is it?” You ask as he stares at the caller id, letting out a chuckle afterwards.

“Na is calling, cute.” Donghyuck states as a smile out of mockery commences to play on his face.

“Did you have a date or something?” He questions gravelly, dropping your phone onto the passenger seat as his lips find their way back onto yours.

You throw your head back as his lips come in contact with your bare neck, one of his hands rests on your hip as the other fiddles with the hem of your top.

You hardly succeed in letting out a “Yeah” since Donghyuck’s lips sucking on your neck don’t exactly allow you to put together meaningful words.

“You’re bad.” Donghyuck whispers on top of your lips as he reaches towards your phone once again, switching it to silent mode.

“Tell me about it.” You roll your eyes, stating one last time before the phone is long forgotten.

The two of you focus all of your attention on each other for the night inside the Chevrolet Corvette, bodies pressed tightly onto each other. You feel exceedingly captivated by the burnette, much more than you would like to admit. From the way his body delicately dances on top of yours to the way your name easily slips between his lips. Everything about Lee Donghyuck is more than enchanting and you seem to lose yourself under his spell even more as time passes, melting into every touch.

Though, things don’t feel as euphoric for the Na. A bouquet of dazzling red roses sit loosely inside his grip, about to fall any moment. Jaemin stands still in front of a water fountain, the water fountain you had told him to meet up with you just hours prior.

His expression is dull, no emotion seems visible yet he feels as though tears can stream down his face any second if someone ever slightly touches his figure.

Na Jaemin is absolutely broken. He blames himself for falling in so deep to the point where he has no idea how to get up.

You were the one who reached out. You were the one who told him to wait for you by the water fountain, where you had first confessed your love for him.

Oh, Jaemin swears that he would give up anything and everything to go back to those times. To the times where you visibly held so much adoration for him. To the times when his love received some type of reaction, some type of response.

I guess this is the reality of life, he whispers the bitter truth to himself as the tears he had been holding in for so long finally escape his eyes, coming in contact with his cheeks.

By now, Na Jaemin drops the bouquet made of alluring red roses onto the ground. He is crying, he really is crying because of you. The Na feels pathetic, absolutely pathetic. Yet he can’t seem to help it. He can’t seem to put a stop to the tears falling from his eyes.

That day, his hope gets destroyed. His plans of confessing the amount of adoration he holds for you get crashed.

Na Jaemin couldn’t tell you he loved you by the water fountain, though his tears sure were an accompaniment to the water falling out of the fountain.

After all, water fountains are always crying. How could he have expected to live through a pleasant experience with you in front of a broken water fountain?

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mangozcat · 4 years ago

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. lee donghyuck x fem!reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. fluff, heavy angst, smut 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you were forced in an awkward spot when your best friend, of which you had fallen in love with somewhere along the road, got a girlfriend. his attention was forced from your morning coffee runs and rose petal scent to the way her eyes lit up every time he gave her a kiss on the cheek. so when you finally get some time to catch up with your best friend, you eagerly took the opportunity, realizing just how much spending time with him, being forced to stay as friends, was breaking your heart. so you finally did it; you came clean to the boy of your dreams.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. haechan’s hand was interlocked with hers, eyes glowing as they discussed how nice the scented candles on display smelled. together, they seemed like the perfect image of a beautiful couple out on a mission to buy as many holiday gifts as they could. so, together, they wandered around the bath and body works inside the mall, leaving you standing at the pretzel stand in the middle of the in-door courtyard.

yeah, you were certainly third wheeling.

honestly, you weren’t sure why you had agreed to come along in the first place. you knew watching them interact and share the occasional kiss would only make your heart hurt more. and it certainly had. maybe you needed to work on your ability to say “no” aloud, but how could you, when haechan had given you that innocent look that made him look like a lost puppy? as expected, you lost.

at least you had bought a pretzel. that seemed like the highlight of this whole trip. when they disappeared inside, you decided to wander into your own store, browsing the shoes upon the shelves. maybe you’d treat yourself for all the heartache you endured (which was your fault, though you liked it better when you were in denial.)

you still don’t know when it happened.

one day, your friendship with haechan was normal, simply platonic. the two of you met in high school, stuck in some classes together. you were paired with him for a project, and when he came over to your place, two coffee’s in hand, you had decided he was a keeper.

he even introduced you to his closest friends, and you were surprised to find how well you worked together. renjun and jaemin, two of his friends, had even made a bet about who would give in first. they didn’t necessarily doubt that guys and girls could be friends, but when they saw your chemistry, they knew it would incredibly stupid if you didn’t start dating.

but the two of you had built this idea in your mind that your relationship was simply platonic. even when the two of you had shared a breathtaking kiss during a game of spin the bottle, neither of you changed your minds. just a friendship, that’s all you guys thought of it.

just a friendship.

from then, you guys had the occasional sleepover and movie night. you and haechan were as close as you could be, and you were very content with your friendship.

but then your perspective changed. when you cuddled, and his hands rested on your sides, you always noticed your heartbeat speed up drastically. every time you woke up to his smell, his sleepy smile and tired groans, you felt so happy. it was such a strange attraction for you, to learn that you were falling in love with your best friend with sparkling eyes and a bright smile. every time he was near you, you seemed to pick up this spark, always finding yourself stuck in this never-ending loop of him.

and then your world cracked.

haechan came over to your apartment one morning with a coffee in his hand, a smile etched on his lips. he seemed to excited, and for what? you weren’t entirely sure. and then he revealed to you that he had found a girl that caught his eye, and wanted you to help him choose a date location.

it all felt wrong. the way you agreed so quickly, the fake smiles you had to send to him to mask your disappointment, and how jealous you were that he was stolen from you, even though he was never yours to begin with. it should’ve been you, you had thought at the time.

it should’ve been you that got roses, that got a nice night at some nice diner with haechan, and it should’ve been you he announced to be his girlfriend the next week.

he never would know how painful it was for you. after all, how could he? you were a master of pretending, and you had been doing it for two years. it wasn’t enjoyable, nor was it easy to hide how lost you were every time you cried in jaemin’s arms about how you had lost him; how you had lost the boy of your dreams, and also your best friend.

your relationship would never be the same, especially since his eyes weren’t on you anymore, his arms weren’t wrapped around you as you watched movies, nor did he ever sleep in the same bed as you. the two of you had lost the bond that took oh-so long to develop, and you weren’t too sure if you’d ever be able to spark it again.

the three of you ended up meeting again an hour later, bringing together all of your combined gifts and placing them in haechan’s car. haechan’s girlfriend, mini, enthusiastically rambled on about how excited she was to get home and start decorating her apartment for christmas. you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lit up when he gazed at her, and how invested in the topic he seemed.

you had nothing against mini. in fact, the two of you were decent friends. she was nice and sweet and honestly held no ill intent. it was strange, enjoyable, and painful knowing that you got along with the girl that stole away your haechan. he wasn’t yours to begin with, you had to remind yourself, he doesn’t belong to you.

“what about you?” mini asked you, a smile on her face. her hair was shoulder length, a cute style you thought fit her quite well. short and well shaped bangs adorned her forehead and you were reminded of how pretty she was. green eyes, light pink cheeks and puffy lips, she was quite a stunner.

“what’s up?” you asked, knitting your eyebrows together. perhaps you had zoned out for a little longer than expected. mini shook her head, knowing a little too well that you had done this since the two of you met. you were never there, always in your own little world.

“I asked if you were excited to decorate,” mini reminded politely. at some point, haechan had sneaked off to the bathroom, leaving you and mini alone for a minute or two.

“oh!” you exclaimed, “a bit? I’m certainly not hyped to get out my decorations or put in the effort to put them up, but I’m excited for the end result. I always loved the lights especially, they’re always so stunning and magical to me.”

she let out a small laugh, accepting your honesty. “me too, to be honest. I only really enjoy the decorating part because of my mom,” she said, a fond smile appearing on her face at the mention of her mother. “she made us put up decorations every year, and our house always looked like a mess. but it was something we all did together, at least.”

mini never really talked to you about her family, but it was nice to hear about. often times, the two of you only spoke about casual things (most of which involved haechan), and it never really got deeper than that. it was strangely nice, you noticed.

when haechan returned from the bathroom, shooting you both a dazzling smile and asking if you were ready to leave, you and mini nodded eagerly. getting in his car and getting ready to drive back to your apartments, you couldn’t help but notice the way haechan’s fingers laced with hers over the middle compartment.

and suddenly, the pain was back.

with mini living closest to the mall, she had been dropped off first. and as perfect as it had seemed, you and haechan were left alone, the man driving you home whilst quietly humming along to the song on the radio. his fingers idly drummed against the steering wheel and you were left to bask in the silence of the moment, staring out the window.

“we used to listen to this song,” he finally said, finger drifting over to turn up the music. when you heard the song, a soft smile appeared on your face as you heard the soft tunes in your ears. “when we met, specifically.”

you remembered. how could you forget? haechan would always stumble into your appartment with his notebook, ready to study with you. and when the two of you began, he’d put on some playlist of his. you always loved this song in specific, and it got to the point where he played it on loop, turning the sound down as to not dull your mind from listening to it on repeat.

“I still love it,” you smiled slightly, tilting your head back against the seat. closing your eyes, you listened to the song, getting lost in the familar lyrics.

“yeah, me too.”

you wanted to talk to him like you used to. wanted to claim that the silence was comfortable, and that you didn’t need to say anything out loud to feel content with your friendship. yet, you couldn’t. it felt forced, the small conversation, and it quickly died out. the silence was awkward, and you were fearful of what that meant.

you had hoped it would never get to this point. where you were unfamiliar with alone time, and were lost when it came to talking to him whilst alone. it never felt like the two of you actually hung out, and were simply clinging onto what you thought was familiar; each other.

but you weren’t familar anymore and holding on was hopeless, you knew. the two of you were too scared to move on, to put each other in the past and move onto better things, less painful things. it was unfixable.

but yet, despite knowing that, your heart still jumped when he said, “I miss spending time with you, y’know.” you had glanced over at the boy, his eyes still on the road. “I heard there’s a firework show in town later this week. would you-“ he paused, lost in how to ask for one simple thing; to accompany him to the last set of normality he could remember, -“I don’t know, maybe, would you want to go with me?”

you smiled, “like old times?”

he finally looked over at you when he came to a stop at a red light. smiling, he nodded, “just like old times.”

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fullsuuns · 5 years ago

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flutter, flutter

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: donghyuck x reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: donghyuck wasn’t usually one to get flustered easily, especially around people he was attracted to, but he guessed you were the one exception to that.

[11:38am, monday]

lee donghyuck had always been the type to flirt openly with those he was attracted to. a genuine extrovert at heart, donghyuck would naturally gravitate towards using teasing words and playful smiles when it came to his crushes, and that’d been part of reason it’d just been so easy for him to flirt with confidence so radiating it drew people in.

donghyuck was sure it hadn’t been a big deal when you asked for a pen during a lecture; it happened to most people. you hadn’t initially thought to speak to him since the beginning of your term, either, but realizing you’d left your trusty ballpoint on your study desk had you groaning softly and tapping the person next to you. that person is none other than donghyuck — a.k.a cute chemistry major.

he’s all tousled auburn hair, sleep deprivation framing his eyes, but he looks particularly warm under his white-hoodie-and-blue-denim-jacket combo, kind of like a bear. he turns when you tap him, and you apologize in a whisper, as to not disrupt those around you.

“sorry to bother, but can i borrow a pen? i left my good one back at my dorm.”

his response is only a hum; a deep, almost teasing vibration from his chest as he pulls a spare blue pen from the pocket of his backpack. his skin is a pretty hue of sun-kissed health, and his touch is soft as it grazes yours when he places the pen into your hand, unsparing of a glance as he does it. still, you smile, thank him quietly, and scramble to catch up on bulletpointing the notes you’d missed.

[11:06am, wednesday]

donghyuck had never really paid much attention to you prior to your pen incident two days ago — hadn’t really paid much attention to anyone for that matter — as he found it more beneficial to listen to the lectures. still, that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious as to who exactly had asked him for one of his nicer writing utensils.

he’s in his usual seat for his biochemistry lecture a little earlier than everyone else, munching on a granola bar that he’s sure has been in his backpack for more than a few days while thumbing at his phone. maybe he’d grown bored of scrolling his endless instagram feed, while simultaneously avoiding conversations with his peers — because his eyes soon wander around the room enough to spot you as you enter the class.

your red beret is a stark contrast against the color of your hair, and there are various colorful elements to your outfit, accessories pairing well with your clothing. donghyuck admits in his head that he finds your style endearing, especially when you bounce with every step you take trying to reach your usual seat; the seat next to him.

donghyuck had seen a lot of pretty people during his two years of university, had even dated some pretty people, but he’d never quite seen anyone like you. your smile is a jubilant, bright shine as you take the seat next to him. he hears the charm on your bag jingle, and is quick to stare in awe when he realizes it’s a sanrio character.

“nice, um, stationary things.” he says as you set up your workspace. the confession comes out a mumble from donghyuck, but just audible enough that you hear it.

“thank you.” you beam towards him, eyes gently creasing as you do so.

of course, donghyuck had seen pretty people before, but none of them quite matched the sort of elegant radiance you possessed as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes going back to concentrating on the notebook in front of you with a faint smile on your lips. donghyuck is positively confused when he finds his heart racing, when he feels the heavy thrum against his chest as his hands clam. he clears his throat — an almost convincing attempt at assuring himself that his own heartbeat couldn’t be heard by anyone, especially not by you.

donghyuck wasn’t usually one to stumble on his words when greeting someone, usually confident and collected, but he found himself enraptured.

“do you…do you - you know - come here often?”

he sees your eyebrows furrow and a pout jut at your lower lip when you look back towards him; sees your head tilt in confusion like a puppy as you assess his question. donghyuck wants to hit himself because he did not just ask you that.

still, you go along with it, a hearty and mellifluous laugh escaping you, “i’d say about three times a week.”

donghyuck nods, hair bouncing with movement against his forehead as his lips flatten into a line. because of course you came here often — this was a college class, and one you two shared nonetheless.

his heart sings when you take out the pen he’d lent you two days ago from your pouch and hold it in front of him. “thanks for letting me borrow it. you actually saved me from having to ask others for pictures of their notes, and god knows i’m too shy for that.”

donghyuck laughs at this.

there’s silence that otherwise settles itself on your conversation like dust on wood. in an attempt to keep talking to you, donghyuck thinks to blurt out the first thing that pops into his head.

“you’re really pretty, by the way.” his fingers twitch at his own words — oh, how embarrassing could he get.

the grin that overtakes your face after he says that is dazzling to him, and donghyuck finds that he no longer minds what he just said, not when your smile lines were naturally that pretty, too.

you lower your voice, hearing students scuffle to get into their seats just as the professor walks in. though the brunet has to lean down for you to whisper, your voice isn’t any less sincere as you speak, “thank you, donghyuck. i think you’re pretty, too.”

the both of you slide handwritten question-and-answer notes to eachother throughout the entire lecture, and you find yourself agreeing to donghyuck’s suggestion of going out for coffee once class is over.

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4haechie · 4 years ago

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right here, right now

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, idol au, established relationship au

words: 1,782

warnings: the usual swear words here n there

a/n: this was such a cute request, thank u so much! i hope u like it, anon <3 and sorry it took a while :(

hey

come over

i miss you

you smile to yourself, reading the text your boyfriend sent you a billion times, before thinking of something to reply with.

babe we hung out just a couple of hours ago

or did u already forget about our 5yearaversary exclusive movie marathon

you sit up on your bed, phone clutched tightly in your hand, waiting for his answer.

gonna ignore the fact that u just said “5yearaversary”

and i know i know

but the members r all out

so it’s just me... and u 😉

you roll your eyes.

hmm......

i think i’ll pass ❤️

you giggle when he replies almost immediately, his frustration and annoyance miraculously but perfectly being conveyed through his texts.

Y/NNNNNNNNNNN

pretty please ☹️

alright, fine! i’ll be there in 10 minutes, you type and hit send, quickly getting ready before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

“hi,” donghyuck greets you at his dorm’s front door with a big, dazzling smile and a wink.

you scoff at his flirtatious greeting, and step into the familiar living room, then turning around to face your boyfriend. “how is it possible that nobody’s home? not even doyoung?”

donghyuck shakes his head, “i told them to give us a few hours. they’re all out doing their own thing–but i think doyoung hyung went to hang out with renjun at the dreamies’ dorm. they’re practically best friends now.”

you laugh at his comment, walking over to the kitchen and leaning against their dining table. donghyuck follows you, gently holding you in his arms. you’re now pressed against him, chest to chest, breathing him in, savouring this intimate moment.

“why did you tell them to leave?” you ask.

donghyuck pulls away a little to look at you. “our anniversary isn’t over yet, baby,” he raises an eyebrow.

“it’s so weird. we’ve been together five whole years now, but the boys still tease us–doesn’t matter if we’re holding hands, looking at each other or making out, ” you say.

donghyuck laughs, “i know, right? but anyway, we have almost the entire evening to ourselves. what do you wanna do?”

you think for a moment before answering, “why don’t we just spend the rest of the day cuddling in bed? i barely see you these days,” you pause and tip-toe, giving his cute nose a small kiss, “and i miss you.”

donghyuck sighs sadly, “baby, i miss you too, more than you’ll ever know.” he suddenly pulls away completely, bending down slightly to lift you, an arm holding you firm just under your shoulder and the other hooked under your knees. you yelp as your feet get lifted off the ground without warning, so you cling onto his neck for dear life.

“donghyuck, what the fuck!” you exclaim as he leads you into his room, carefully placing you on his bed. he laughs as you huff out a breath, “give me a heads up next time.” donghyuck laughs again and climbs on top of the bed, hovering over you.

for a moment, it’s silent. you’re staring deep into donghyuck’s chocolate eyes and he’s staring into yours. he places his left hand on your waist while the other caresses your cheek, thumb softly tracing your skin. “i love you so much.”

you almost melt right then and there, but looking at your lover’s deep brown eyes keeps you grounded. “i love you so much...too.” you say with sparkly eyes and a dazzling smile. it’s his turn to try and not melt now.

donghyuck lets out a beautiful, melodious laugh and plops down right beside you, pulling you close and completely engulfing you in his embrace. “i’ve always wanted to spend the day with you, cuddling in bed while the members are out,” he says into your neck.

“oh, really? and why’s that?”

“because...the members never, ever, stop teasing me about you.”

you chuckle, turning your body and propping yourself up by your elbow. “i’m kinda hungry. do you have any food?”

donghyuck sits up on the bed, pulling you up as well. “we might have some chips? i’m not sure. wait here, i’ll be right back!” he kisses the top of your head and scurries off to get snacks.

he’s back minutes later, hands holding various food items. “alright, we’ve got chips–sour cream and onion, two soda cans and lollipops.” he proudly presents his findings to you and you chuckle fondly.

“better than nothing, right?” you tell him, gesturing at him to sit next to you.

“wait!”

“what’s wrong?”

donghyuck tosses the snacks and goodies on the bed, before rushing to his desk and bringing out a...camera? he walks back over to you and presents it to you. “i wanna record all of tonight–you know, for memories? i can make a copy and give it to you, so when i’m away you can watch it and so can i. so we’ll be together no matter what,” he laughs at the cheesiness of his words. “we’ll be taken back to today, right here, right now, whenever we want.”

you feel your heart swell at his beautiful words, and tears glisten at the corner of your eyes. you inhale, exhale, and stand up to walk over to him. you don’t say anything, just increase the proximity between the two of you by connecting your lips in a soft, slow kiss. donghyuck places the camera on his bed and pulls you closer by the waist. his hands travel up and down your back, causing the material of your shirt to ride up a little, sending a shiver down your spine. his hands feel warm, his lips are plump and sweet, his warmth is comforting and swallows you a whole.

you pull away, “i love you. i don’t deserve you.”

donghyuck looks at you with nothing but love in his eyes, his fingers brushing through your hair now, “why is it that you always say the words i’m thinking of? i love you so, so much. it’s me who doesn’t deserve you, y/n.”

your tears dare to spill any moment now, “god, i promised myself i wouldn’t cry on our anniversary. fuck you, donghyuck,” you say with a small laugh, but you intertwine your fingers and mirror his look of pure love and adoration.

“i though you wanted to cuddle?” donghyuck gives you a quizzical look.

it takes you a second to realise what he meant. “shut up!” you say, punching his chest lightly.

“smile for the camera, y/n,” donghyuck sing-songs, filming you.

you stick your tongue out playfully before eating a handful of chips. you lick your lips, “sing for me and then we’ll see.”

donghyuck bites the inside of his cheek, “what do you want me to sing?”

“hm...something cheesy.”

donghyuck thinks for a moment and hands you the camera. you’re filming him now, eagerly waiting to see what song he picked. he takes your free hand in his, brings it to his heart and gives it a light squeeze. the gesture makes your heart hammer against your chest rapidly.

five years and he still has the same effect on you as he did on your first ever date.

he takes a sip of water, clears his throat, and begins singing.

can you imagine?

what would happen?

if we could have any dream

i’d wish this moment

was ours to own it

and that it would never leave

then i would thank that star

that made our wish come true

‘cause he knows that

came true, oh yeah

where you are

is where i should be too

he sings from within, with his all; his eyes are closed, his hand is on his heart. there’s no music, it’s just his voice, him, you, and the camera. donghyuck’s voice is so beautiful, so mesmerising, it takes you someplace far, far away. it makes you feel like you’re casually drifting between fluffy clouds in the sky. it’s a blessing, a godsend. donghyuck’s voice is magical, capable of such brilliant things–things you’re still unaware of, even after five years of being with him.

right here, right now

i’m looking at you

and my heart loves the view

‘cause you mean everything

right here, i’ll promise you somehow

that tomorrow can wait

for some other day to be, to be

but right now there’s you and me

he sings his heart out, sings like his life depends on it. donghyuck’s voice touches your heart, holds it close, tucks it into safety and comfort. it’s a warm blanket on a stormy night. it’s smooth like honey and soft like a feather. but it’s also powerful, confident.

donghyuck never sings off-key, never, ever gets off-pitch or sings off-tune. he’s a professional. right now, in front of you, when he’s singing to you and you only, he sings like there’s no tomorrow. the words seem to come straight from his heart. the camera isn’t designed to capture all of his emotions–sure, it records his voice and all of his facial expressions, but it’s not accustomed to film what he feels inside. that’s something only you–the witness–can do.

you don’t know what’s so intimate, so emotional and raw about him singing to you, but it strikes you. you wipe your eyes with your free hand, causing the camera to shake a little, just as he finishes singing.

donghyuck opens his eyes finally to look at you–not the camera lens. “baby, why are you crying?”

you let out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob, and meet his gaze. “i don’t know...there’s something about your voice, i guess.”

“you guess?”

you really laugh this time, which makes butterflies fly around in donghyuck’s stomach. “there it is,” he says with a smirk.

a bashful smile forms on your lips, and he takes the camera from you, pointing it at you again. “so, y/n, will you smile for the camera now?”

you push your hair back and playfully think for a moment. “why should i?”

“aw, c’mon! i sang for you like you wanted me to!” donghyuck protests.

you let out a chuckle and give the camera a toothy grin, even holding up a peace sign to satisfy donghyuck. his lips curl up in content and a hand reaches your face to stroke your cheek gingerly. you lean into his touch, feeling the same kind of warmth from before.

“happy anniversary, y/n.” donghyuck tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

you smile again, but this time your grin is directed at the cameraman. “happy anniversary, donghyuck.”

( “what do you wanna do for our next anniversary?”

you ponder a little before replying, “we could go to the arcade?”

“this is why you’re the love of my life.” )

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writemekpop · 4 years ago

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Get Hitched | Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader

Summary: You ask your ex Haechan to help you buy a wedding cake. It won't be awkward... right?

Genre: Ex-fiancee!Haechan, Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Gif: @baekonbaek

It was 6pm, and you and Haechan were the last ones left in the high school staff room.

“Hey, Haechan?” You slung on your sidebag.

“Y/n?” Your fellow English teacher and closest friend flashed you a dazzling smile. His long, chocolate lashes brushed against his circle glasses.

Your throat went tight. After everything you’d done to him, Haechan still had a smile for you.

“So, imagine that you were in charge of choosing your friend’s wedding cake. Only… you knew nothing about baking.” You put on your cutest puppy-eyes.

Haechan’s smirked. “This is all hypothetical, of course.”

“Right! Hypothetically… the wedding was in three days, and all these words were being thrown around like ‘ganache’ and ‘marzipan’ and you were kinda freaking out! And… I hope you know this is not hypothetical by now!”

You had to steady yourself on a locker.

Haechan crossed his arms, pouting. “First, breathe – you’re not breathing,” he ordered.

You reminded yourself to suck in air.

“Then, hypothetically, I would be happy to come and pick a cake for you,” Haechan allowed.

“Yes!” Unthinkingly, you jumped up, and hugged Haechan tight. His body was solid and comforting under your grasp. You realised you were inhaling the scent of his woollen jumper – and quickly flinched back.

“Sorry, – uh – I wasn’t thinking,” you apologised, eyes looking anywhere but at him.

Haechan placed his hands firmly on your arms, and looked you in the eye. “Y/n, it’s fine. You don’t have to protect me. I’m over it.” His caramel voice was steady, but you felt his fingers trembling.

Your eyes were wide. “Yes, me too. What happened between us is like, ancient history.”

But then, your eyes flickered over to the place in the hallway that had haunted you for three months. Just there, in front of your English classroom, you broke a heart.

That was where Haechan had proposed.

You saw him kneeling there clear as day, eyes shining, not caring that half the school was watching him.

You knew you should’ve just smiled, or said ‘maybe’, but you were too scared. Scared of tying your whole life down to one man when you couldn’t even pick a breakfast cereal.

When your boyfriend Haechan pulled off his glasses and asked, triumphantly, “Will you marry me?”, all you could say was, “I’m sorry.”

The students’ low, shameful ‘ooh’ echoed in your ears till you wanted to cry.

“Y/n! You okay?” Haechan was staring at you, hard. You hadn’t realised that you’d zoned out.

“Yeah, sorry. It’s totally normal for two colleagues to help each other out, right? At the weekend?”

“Yes, exactly, Y/n! It is.”

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Three days later you were in Haechan’s car, singing along to Mariah Carey on your way to the bakery.

“I owe you for this like, forever, Haechan. Anyway, it should be simple. In and out.” You grinned.

You were struggling to distract yourself from how at home you felt in Haechan’s car. Of course, this was the place you’d lost your virginity. Even the smell of his pine air freshener made your heart flutter.

As you entered ‘MAMA’S EATS RESTO-BAKERY’, you were just glad you’d have something to distract you from the warm feeling you still got when Haechan looked at you.

The woman behind the counter gave you a warm smile. All around you, people were chewing on cakes on café-style tables.

“Hi,” you began. “We’re here for a wedding cake tasting?”

That was when you realised you had no hope of forgetting the past. No hope at all.

Because, suddenly, everyone around you began applauding. Dozens of smiling faces shone on your mortified ones.

The counter girl stood up. “Congratulations! Can I get a cheer for the happy couple?” The café erupted with whoops.

You glanced at Haechan, and mouthed, I’m sorry.

“No, um, you’ve got this wrong. W-we’re not getting married,” you insisted. Your cheeks were burning.

The woman paused, a fistful of heart-shaped confetti frozen in her hand. “So you’re not here for a wedding cake?”

“No, I mean, yes, we are, it’s just we’re” – you pointed to Haechan – “not the ones getting married.” Your heart raced like thunder in your ears.

“Look, if it’s not a wedding, you don’t get fifty percent off.”

Just then, a woman wearing a ‘manager’ badge pushed towards you. “I’m sorry for the disturbance, guys. Are you getting married, or not?”

Just as you prepared to release a stream of complaints, you felt a hand slide around your waist.

Your mouth popped open.

It was Haechan’s. And he was suddenly talking. “I’m afraid this employee has been harassing my fiancée and me. We’re here to choose our wedding cake… I believe this comes with a discount?”

Haechan was wearing the perfect expression; his silky eyebrows pulled together as if to say: kids these days. You couldn’t believe your eyes. You couldn’t focus on anything except his warm hand squeezing your waist.

“Of course. Follow me, lovebirds!” The manager gestured for you to go into a separate room attached to the store.

Just before you entered, Haechan grabbed your hand. Your heart froze.

“Here.” Haechan slipped off one of his rings, and slid it on your fourth finger. “We need to look the part.”

When you stared back at him, you were chewing your lip. “You don’t have to do this, Haechan.”

“Look. You want the discount. Isn’t this what friends do?”

You frowned “R…ight. Friends.”

Once Haechan had chosen a cake – coffee and something – you were ready to just run out of the place.

But, of course, the helpful staff were not willing to allow that.

“As part of our special wedding package, you can take a photo with our Instagram wall! Share and hashtag, please!”

When you saw the wall in question, your mouth fell open. It was crammed with photos of couples… kissing on the mouth. Every single one of them. You scoffed, but you pulse was faster than ever.

“We’d love a photo!” Haechan gave them that mind-blowing smirk, handing over his iPhone. “Would you take it for us?”

You shook your head furiously, but Haechan tugged you over. “We’re nearly out,” he whispered in your ear. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Okay, pose!” The manager looked way too enthusiastic about this photoshoot.

Cautiously, you wrapped your hand around Haechan’s shoulder and put on a grimace.

Photo taken, you rushed to the exit.

You were so nearly out… when the manager shouted, “You can do better than that! What about a kiss?”

Every eye on the café was suddenly focused on you. Cheers and whistles swelled through the room. You thought you might faint. “No, I think we’re fine with the last one…” you protested.

However, the unstoppable manager just shook her head. “Don’t be shy! We love couples here at Mama’s Eats.”

Then, one woman in the café’s corner began to chant, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Quickly, the chant caught on, spreading through the crowd till the bakery’s tiny walls were ringing. You felt like throwing up. Or fainting. Or both.

The manager pulled the camera to her eyes once more. Lacking any alternative, you leaned forward and pecked Haechan on the cheek. Your lips stung at the contact with his soft skin.

You should have stopped there. Then, you might’ve had a chance of continuing being friends with Haechan, of forgetting the past.

But you didn’t.

Because suddenly, you felt a rush of blood to your face, making you dizzy.

Almost by accident, you fell forward once more, and your lips pressed onto Haechan’s. At first, he was frozen, then, for an electrifying second, you were kissing.

Your lips moulded back around Haechan’s effortlessly.

You didn’t just kiss him - you breathed him in like he was air and you’d been drowning for three months. And Haechan was no less guilty – his hand was sliding up your arm all the time, fingers clinging to the skin he hadn’t touched in so long.

The click of the camera made you spring back. You couldn’t believe only a second had passed – it had felt like hours to you.

You half-ran out of the bakery, eyes fixed firmly on your shoes.

Soon, you wished you hadn’t rushed back to his car. It was way too silent in there.

“Coffee cake, huh? Good choice,” you mumbled.

As he pulled out of the bakery’s car park, Haechan was quiet.

Then, he blurted out, “I can’t… play it cool.”

Your stomach flipped.

Haechan’s voice quivered. “We have to talk about the kiss.”

“You’re right,” you admitted. You steeled yourself. If you didn’t admit your feelings now, you never would.

Your words were measured. “I don’t know about you, Haechan… but I don’t regret the kiss.”

You bit your lip. “I miss you, Haechan. Like, all the time. I-I’ve tried to move on, but I can’t help comparing everyone to you!” You half-smile. “And no one measures up.”

You saw Haechan’s knuckles shaking on the steering wheel. “You were the one who said you weren’t ready for commitment… that we were better off as friends. You asked for space, and I have been… killing myself giving it to you.”

You played with his ring, sliding it up and down your finger. “I know – and I’m grateful. I’m sorry I hurt you, Haechan, I really am.” You took a deep breath. “But sometimes… someone matters enough to you to take a chance. Will you… give me a second chance?”

For a long moment, Haechan didn’t reply. Your heart fell to your shoes.

As the tears rose up your throat, you listened to Haechan’s breathing relax.

But then, you felt his hand slip off the steering wheel and hesitantly thread with yours.

It wasn’t a promise. But it was a start.

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