#dewdrops 𖧧. ָ࣪ ◝.

[kireijae]

09:37AM

pairing: haechan x gn!reader

genres: established relationship, hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating (only rumours), mentions of sasaengs

a/n: me??? writing ANGST?!?! the world is ending?! sorry if there are any mistakes i wrote this very quickly

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haechan was woken up by the buzzing of his phone. it was on vibrate, but he’d meant to put it on silent.

“hyung?” he answered as soon as he’d manoeuvred himself out from under you (hopefully) without waking you up. he opened his bedroom door and stood right outside it.

“is it true?” haechan knew exactly what johnny was asking.

“no,” he sighed, “i didn’t cheat on them.”

“so it’s just a sasaeng rumour,” johnny concluded. he half expected johnny to interrogate him. the way he’d expected everyone to; the way he’d expected you to. but you hadn’t. you believed him, or at least, you were trying to.

“yeah, one that’s got way out of hand,” he said, “that girl’s been following me for months. i was stupid and i went to that restaurant where she’s always waiting for me so i could confront her.”

haechan and johnny fell into a silence. haechan felt stupid, why had he thought it would work? threatening someone who has so much shit on him— or in this case, could make up so much shit about him. it was his fault those pictures were taken. his fault they were leaked. his fault you saw them. they made it seem as though he was on a date with someone— the angles curated perfectly to make it seem as though they were standing closer than they were.

“i did something similar once,” johnny’s voice drifted through haechan’s mind. he was barely listening. “threatened to sue if they didn’t stop following me around.”

“how’d that go,” haechan huffed.

“i got lucky. they got scared and stopped.” that didn’t help much. “what i’m saying is: what you did is a completely normal reaction. it’s not your fault it ended badly.”

“i think y/n’s gonna leave me,” he nearly choked on the tears he had been holding back since he heard the rumour. since you heard it.

“where are they? have you two spoken?”

“i mean, technically yes. not about what happened though. they’re in my room right now.”

johnny laughed, “they slept over?”

“mm,” haechan hummed an affirmative as if it was obvious. why would you sleep anywhere else?

“haechan-ah,” johnny continued through his light chuckles, “the two of you will be fine.”

“how do you know that?” haechan practically whined, completely frustrated.

“would you sleep over at someone’s house if you were going to breakup with them?”

“…well no but—”

“you have nothing to worry about, haechan,” johnny’s voice grew softer and haechan could nearly hear the words curving around a small smile. “now go back to them, okay? they needs you.”

haechan hung up and took a deep breath before going back into his room. your one arm was hanging of the side of the bed now; you’d turned over in your sleep. haechan stood and watched you for a bit. he loved the way the light hit your skin and how cute you were when your cheeks were puffy from sleep. all he wanted for you was happiness and the thought that he was part of the reason you’d been so upset last night threatened to tear is heart out.

“where did you go,” you whined suddenly, cheek still smashed into your pillow.

haechan’s smile formed as soon as he heard your voice, “johnny called.”

he crawled his way back onto the bed and tucked himself in beside you.

“he’s not here?” you mumbled out, lifting your head to look around the room.

haechan let out a small laugh, “his parents came to visit. he’s staying with them at a hotel.”

you made a sound adjacent to ‘oh’ before turning around again and crawling closer to your boyfriend. you slung your left arm over his chest and placed your chin on his shoulder, nose in the nape of his neck and face firmly planted on his pillow now.

he felt relief roll through him. he had been to worried to initiate anything physical with you, worried he’d make you upset. who would want to be cuddled by a guy who might’ve cheated on them? you’d been the one to nestle up on top of him during the night and he was only too relieved to reciprocate said nestling, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still cautious.

“i’m sorry i overreacted,” you said quietly.

“don’t say that,” haechan had to fight to keep his volume in check, “i’m the one who’s sorry. it’s my fault those pictures even exist. i’m the one who went to confront her and didn’t check if anyone around had a camera.”

you sighed and waited a beat before replying, “you shouldn’t have to do that.”

haechan felt the tears come back to his eyes then.

“i just wanted her to stop. i wanted to keep you safe from the media and the rumours,” his voice quivered as he pushed the words from his mouth.

“haechan,” you lifted your head from the pillow now, “i’m fine. and that’s because i’m here, with you.”

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a/n: that was my first timestamp i believe?! i’m going to be writing more of these since i think my brain is more suited for them fjjfhd anyways i hope you liked it. please leave feedback! even if it’s a “i liked this” or something in the reblogs or in my asks

[kireijae]

8:12pm

pairing: lead detective!jeno x detective!reader (also gn)

genre: slight angst but like suggestive angst

a/n: reposted bc tumblr had a moment and the tags broke. it’s still rushed i haven’t edited it bc fuck editing my own work

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jeno had been in the interrogation room for just over an hour. his voice was scratching at the tissue in his throat, a side-effect of yelling at this asshole criminal. the guy was caught red-handed, all the evidence splayed out over the cool surface in front of him, but he refused to give a confession. a tv had been rolled in, and a recording of cctv footage was played. the guy watched had even watched himself commit the heinous crime. but still, no confession until an hour had gone by.

you just got transferred to a detective position and so you’d been shadowing him until you could get the hang of the job. and so you’d been watching the whole interrogation since he stepped foot into the room.

obviously because it’s Lead Detective Lee Jeno you’ve pretty much just been drooling the whole time rather than paying proper attention.

so the interrogation ended, finally. the guy was being escorted out the room while jeno leaned over the metal table with both hands braced against the edge of it. he was wearing an all-black outfit since he just finished a stakeout to catch this guy. as soon as the door closes, jeno angles his chin over his shoulder and glances sideways towards the one-way mirror. his hair’s a mess from pulling at it and running his hands through it out of frustration.

you turn the light on so he can see you and you press the button for the intercom so you can speak.

“that was insane. you’re amazing.”

as soon as you’ve said it he’s pushing off the table and leaving the room, but soon appearing in the one you’re in.

“i hate it when they do that. we have them, and they know it but they just don’t let up!” he stands a few feet away from you, suddenly bringing his fist down on the table in front of the window. “so frustrating,” he practically growls.

you have to exert extra force just to maintain your composure. it’s never been like you to get so worked up over an angry guy, but one angry over injustice? now that was hot.

“if you keep looking at me like that—” you avert your eyes, pulling them away from where they were staring at the veins on his hands, tracing all the way up his forearm and under his black sleeve. “—i’m never gonna be able to calm down.”

your eyes flitted lazily to his as you take a step closer to him. you couldn’t ignore it now. the suggestiveness pulling at his tone and his eyes wandering.

“well maybe,” you watched your own hand move to cover his, “i could offer some support. you know, to help you calm down.”

then you saw the glint in his eyes. the one that you see far too often when he's looking at you.

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