#going crazy over lee haechan is just a daily thing

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excuse me but what the fuck

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Craving

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Vampire AU, Roommates AU | Smut, Fluff, Humor, Romance

Summary: Dating a brat is exhausting. Dating a bratty vampire is even more exhausting so you wonder, why did I even agree to this?

It’s a continuation of Love Bites but can be read separately because it’s really just 12k long of vampire porn with no real plot.

Warnings: Vampire sex, bondage, oral sex (69), overstimulation, unprotected sex, fingering, implied public sex, a little bit of dom!hyuck and a little bit of exhibitionist!hyuck, blood sucking (plenty of that) 

Not once in your life did you ever imagine yourself dating a vampire. And certainly, never thought about living together with that so-called vampire boyfriend of yours. You never know what to expect from a situation like this but maybe it’s better not to think too much about it anyway since Lee Donghyuck always manages to exceed your expectation.

Before you became his personal midnight snack, Donghyuck had to search for his own food which either meant he had to buy blood bags from the cheapest hospital around or pick up girls with low self-esteems downtown to have kinky and messy—like really messy, blood everywhere, you don’t want to imagine—one night stands with them to fulfill both his needs for blood and sex. He often complained about it, grumbling with his lips turning into this adorable pout as he told you how he wasn’t fond of his way of life or the effort he had to make just to survive.

So now that he has you as his personal walking blood bag, Donghyuck is having the time of his life and he’s enjoying every minute of it. He’s one hundred percent happy all the time that it annoys the heck out of you. It’s not that you don’t want him to be happy—of course, you want your boyfriend to be happy—but happy Donghyuck means he’s gonna get all clingy and playful, and him being clingy and playful means hell.

“Hyuck.”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m trying to do my laundry.”

“I’m aware.”

“So, can you get off of me for a second, please?”

“For a second? Sure.” He untangles himself away from you but only for a second, literally. “Second’s up!” The way he giggles is almost like a child, circling his arms along your waist and buries his face in the crook of your neck again, nuzzling up to you while chanting, “Cute, cute, cute, you’re so cute. The cutest girl in the whole universe!” 

Donghyuck is clingy as fuck. He can’t go through the whole ten minutes without, at least, ruffling your hair, poking your cheek, or pinching the bridge of your nose. You’ve known for a while that he’s fond of skinship more than anyone you’ve ever met and it was bearable before since he only did it when he was flirting with you. But ever since you’ve become official, he just literally couldn’t get his hands off you.

So, how on earth would you get any of your work done?

The second the sun sinks below the horizon, Donghyuck will come out of his room with the biggest smile on his face and his arms spread wide, “Baby, I’m awake! Come here and get your daily dose of Hyuck’s loving!” And if you don’t respond to him in the way he wants to—which is by embracing him and kissing him for a good half an hour or so—he will make sure you won’t be able to pay attention to anything else but him for the rest of the evening.

He follows you around like a puppy, humming the same Michael Jackson’s song over and over again as he waits for you to finish washing the dishes, his feet tapping against the floor to match the beats in his head.

“Don’t you have something else to do besides waiting for me?” You ask, scrubbing the rest of the barbecue sauce off your plate. 

“I do have something to do.” And he suddenly pops up behind you, blowing air to your ear. “You.”

And you raise your silver spoon in the air, forcing him to run to the other side of the room, whining, “Baby, that’s not fair!”

Whenever you’re busy reading a book, Donghyuck will snuggle close and insist for you to sit on his lap. You’re not complaining in the slightest because it does feel nice and he rarely does anything weird since he also enjoys spending his time watching tv with his chin placed on the top of your head and his arms circled idly around your waist. It’s you who tends to get distracted with the way his chest is pressing against your spine, his laugh reverberating straight to your skin whenever something funny is playing on the screen. And when you get distracted, your heart races, and when he hears your heartbeat increasing, he chuckles lowly, leaning in to nibble at your earlobe while whispering, “If you’re horny, you can just tell me, baby.”

And you smack him in the head with your book.

Today is a bit different. Today, you have dedicated yourself to switch your role and be the one who teases the hell out of him instead. But since he’s too sly, always a step ahead of you whenever you make a plan to humiliate him, there’s only one way you can win this game: ignoring him.

So that’s what you intend to do. When the night takes over and Donghyuck comes out from his room with a bird’s nest on his head and a cheeky grin on his face, saying, “Baby, I’m awake and I’m ready to hear how much you’ve missed me during the day,” you just sit there on the couch, flipping another page of your novel. “Hey, Hyuck,” you simply greet him.

“Hey, Hyuck?” He repeats, appalled and disgusted with the way you said it. “What kind of treatment is that? Is it that time of the month already?” He takes a whiff of the air. “No, it’s not. I can smell it.”

“For the sake of our relationship, please refrain yourself from smelling my scent to know my menstruation cycle in the future, thank you.”

“How? You want me to stop breathing?” He laughs to himself. “Just kidding. You know I don’t breathe.”

You want to roll your eyes and bury your face in your hands—ashamed of the things he said—but you realize that you have to play it cool and give him the cold shoulder.

Placing hands on his hips, he questions with a huff, “So I’m not getting any hug around here?” 

“I’ll be with you in a moment.” 

You move away from the living room, doing literally anything else but giving him what he asks for. Donghyuck sighs and follows you too, as expected, leaning his back against the kitchen counter as he waits for you to finish making yourself a cup of coffee.

“Did I do something that upset you?” He asks, scratching his cheek.

“No, of course not.” You smile, giving him a squeeze on his arm. But then you walk away, leaving him confused and bitter.

Ignoring him is both fun and hilarious because you can see him stealing glances at you even when he tries to act cool about it. He tries to distract himself by playing video games but he keeps on losing so he presses his fingers a little too hard to the controller, nearly breaking it in half.

“Careful,” you warn. “I borrowed that thing.”

“Whatever.” He throws the controller away, scoffing. “It’s stupid anyway.”

To know that his happy self can be reduced to this grumbling mess just because you’re ignoring him makes you feel elated and you wonder, am I a sadist for enjoying this so much?

Hours have passed and you still won’t give in to him, which is really something because he’s doing things that almost make you crawl back to his lap. Donghyuck knows how hot he is, knows how his eyebrow raise and half-lidded eyes do wonders to your heart and mind. So it’s not a surprise when he walks out of the bathroom with his wet hair pushed back, showcasing his temple and his perfect eyebrows. Droplets of water are sliding down from his bare chest to his v-lines, with his white towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. He doesn’t head back to his room right away, and instead, takes a seat on the coffee table, right in front of you.

“Babe.”

You promise yourself inwardly that you will not take a fucking glance at him when he’s like this. “Hmm?”

“I know you’re trying your best to ignore me but your heart is beating like crazy.” He’s raising his eyebrow. You know it. You’re not seeing it but you know it. “Isn’t it time for you to give up your stupid little prank and make-out with me already?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” This time, you open your MacBook, busying yourself with typing words on your keyboards.

Donghyuck walks over—still in his fucking towel and nothing more, for God’s sake—and leans closer from behind the couch. He looks over your shoulder as you browse the internet to find something to distract your thoughts. He snorts loudly when he sees the article you’re reading.

“Chalamet?” He jeers. “Who’s Timothee Chalamet? What kind of name is Timothee Chalamet?”

“He’s an Oscar nominee and he’s barely twenty-five. He’s cute.”

“So? I’m cuter than Timothee Chalamet. Way more beautiful too. Just FYI, they invented the term ‘beautiful’ to describe me actually. Happened a long time ago. It’s a fact.”

“That’s great,” you blankly respond, typing another name of a celebrity on the search bar. “I know there’s another term they invented for you.”

“What, ethereal?”

“Cocky-Ass Bitch.”

He gasps and he’s not even breathing.

And when you keep denying his protest, he pushes your MacBook away from your lap and tackles you down to the couch.

“I can’t believe you’re looking at some other dude when you have me paying you full attention,” he says, wetting his lower lip as he peers into your eyes, his body hovering dangerously close above yours. His eyes are gleaming with both desire and affection which still makes the knot in your stomach tighten to this day but you’re a tad better at controlling your expression this time. A droplet of water drops from the tip of his hair to your cheek.

Wiping it off with a slide of your thumb, you comment, “You’re wet.”

“So are you, ever since you’ve met me.” He winces at his words when a few seconds pass by in silence. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

You tap his cheek. “As long as you’ve learned your lesson.”

He pouts as he heads back to the main topic. “Your prank is going too far, Sweetheart.”

“What prank? I don’t do pranks, Hyuck. I’m not you.”

“So, why have you been ignoring me then?”

“Is it really that weird for me to just have some time for myself?”

“Well—I—” It’s the first time he ever seems lost for words. “I just—”

“What, are you thirsty?” You flatly ask, telling yourself to not let your eyes wander to the muscles in his arms and stomach. “Don’t tell me you want to drink again. It’s only been a day, Hyuck.”

“It’s not that!” He whines, pouting with his eyebrows knitting in a frown. “Can’t I snuggle with my girlfriend?”

“That’s literally what you’ve been doing all this time.”

“Yes, but you haven’t been focusing on me properly!” He sighs loudly, letting you go, and throws himself down on the other end of the couch with a loud huff. “You know what, I think we really should talk about this.”

“Talk about what?”

“About how you’re not really cute these days!” He blurts out, hands moving animatedly as he speaks. “You used to be all fidgety and shy, blushing all the time whenever you see me—”

“In your head, maybe. I don’t recall ever doing that.”

“See, this!” He throws his hands in the air, exasperated. “This is what I’m talking about. You’re mean to me now! Not cute at all!”

“Is this our first fight?” You ask, yawning a little which makes your boyfriend gapes in disbelief. “Are we really fighting over the fact I’m not cute anymore? Seriously?” But when he becomes more upset, you break out in a grin. “I’m just messing with you.” Still laying down on the couch, you tug at his hand. “Come here.”

He crosses his arms on his chest. “No.”

“You don’t want your daily dose of my sweet, sweet loving?”

He shakes his head, his lower lip protruding. “Why should I be the one who needs to crawl over to you? This is your fault. You come here.”

You exhale loudly but on the inside, you can’t help but squeal he’s so fucking cute.

You’re not usually aggressive during make-out sessions—well, at least not with Donghyuck anyway. With Mark, you had to take a lead or else you’d just end up watching TV until you both pass out on the couch. But you decide to step up your game today because just as much as he likes to tease you, you also like to tease him.

“Fine,” you say, crawling over to the other side of the couch and settle yourself on his lap. You lay your hand on his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. “Better?”

Donghyuck is still glowering at you in response so you decide to take a step further. “You look so hot without your clothes on,” you praise him, thanking God that your voice doesn’t stutter. Your fingertips draw a line from his Adam’s apple down to his chest. “But I guess you already know that seeing how many times you’re doing this on purpose.”

He scoffs, swatting your hand away before he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Don’t touch me. I’m still pissed at you.”

You chuckle. “Ah, so no Hyuck’s loving for me tonight?”

“No Hyuck’s loving for the whole week.”

“You sure about that?” Toying with the buttons of your shirt, you wiggle your eyebrows seductively at him.

He hears the sound of your button being popped open but gives his best effort to keep his eyes away. “What are you doing?”

“Undressing myself.”

“Why?”

“Because my cute vampire boyfriend is upset,” you pause to stand on your knees, tugging the rest of your shirt out from your skirt before you discard it to the floor. “And I know this would please him.”

He instinctively turns to you, his nose almost grazing your bare stomach before he quickly looks away again, albeit tempted to suck bruises on the supple skin. Donghyuck’s eyes move to stare at the ceiling, gulping at the sound of you pulling down the zipper on your skirt to loosen the fabric before you push it up to your hips, giving him the chance to stare at your thighs when he wants.

“Hyuck,” you move your hips slightly, giving him enough friction to entice his mind. “Baby.”

Donghyuck tries his very best to avert his gaze to anything else besides the part that connects you to him. “No,” he repeats, clenching his jaw.

“But Hyuck…” You realize you’re practically moaning his name now and it’s both embarrassing and exciting that you can play the role of a seductress and having that kind of effect on him. Hooking a finger around your bra strap, you pull it down, exposing the joints between your neck and your shoulder. “Don’t you want me?”

He suddenly whines loudly, throwing his head back with his teeth gritting against one another as he murmurs “You’re unbelievable,” bitterly into the air but you can hear his confidence wavering. It only takes another grind of your hips against him before he snaps. 

You’re suddenly thrown back to his bed before you know it. He was moving too fast for your eyes to process that you could only felt being carried for a split second before you have your back pressed against the sheets.

He’s hovering on top of you, your hips trapped between his knees. “You do realize,” he begins, “That I never just look at you as an object of sexual desire, right? You’re more than that to me.” He bends down, one hand curling against the front of your neck, his thumb tracing your beating vein. “Way, way more than that.”

His sincerity and serious demeanor catch you off guard. “Yeah, also as someone to fill your midnight cravings.”

“Of course not—”

“I’m kidding, I know.” Your playful gaze is replaced with a tender one. “But you always react like this whenever I tempt you that way so I couldn’t help but tease.”

He scrunches up his nose. “You’re not cute.” But the way he slots his mouth against yours speak nothing but praise and adoration. “You’re not cute at all.”

Surprisingly, Donghyuck is gentler after your first sexual encounter with him. Maybe it’s because he feels sorry for sucking too much blood and went a little rough when it was your first time on everything. You always try to convince him that it’s fine and it doesn’t hurt at all during the time you have sex with him—because the chemicals in his saliva triggered an endorphin rush, pumping pleasure all over your body—but seeing how you could barely walk on the next morning, Donghyuck decides to restrain himself.

You still remember the second time he decided to take a step further, about two weeks after your first intimate session with him. Donghyuck was at his very best behavior that night—making you dinner, listening to you complaining about your work, and swaying his body with you to the soft music he played in the background. Being in such close proximity, you couldn’t help but wonder why he never laid a hand on you again. He did drink from you, once every two days, but he always acted so rigid, so jittery when he held you to his chest, drinking from the side of your neck. You were awkward too, not sure how to place your hands or say something to break the tension. You could hear him swallowing, once, twice, taking a big gulp each time and you could feel yourself drowning in refined pleasure, losing track of the world from his bite.

Speaking of that, you notice one thing. This endorphin rush you feel every time he sinks his teeth into your skin also affects your sexual desire. You didn’t realize that before because you were having sex the first time he bit you. You finally understand why those slutty girls he brought home loved having their blood sucked by vampires. Sex with a vampire itself is transcendent, so having your blood sucked during sex? A dangerous, erotic, and lovely bliss.

But Donghyuck never touched you that way, that was the problem. Every time he finished drinking, he’d retract his fangs back, making you whimper at the loss of his effects on you and leaving you dizzy with blood loss. He’d wipe his mouth clean, tilt your face to check on your condition—which you always responded with a goofy smile as you reeled on the lingering sensation of his bite—and say, “I’m sorry that you had to do this for me. I’ll carry you back to your room. Hold on to me.” And you’d allow him to do just that, secretly hoping that he would join you in bed but he never did. 

Was the sex not good? Were you too loud? Too whiny? Too docile? Were you too shy? Does he prefer his partner to take control in bed? Be more aggressive? These questions ran back-and-forth in your mind to the point that you began to have trouble sleeping.

So when two weeks had passed after that bathroom incident and nothing happened, you decided to bring the matter down to the table. You were craving for his touch, even more so when he looked so fucking good with his hair slightly pushed back, his shirt doing nothing at hiding the muscles in his arms, his face hovering just a few inches away from yours as he led you close in a slow dance. You just needed to ask before you went crazy.

“Why won’t you touch me?”

Donghyuck blinked. “What?”

“Why won’t you touch me?” You repeated, heat rising to your cheeks. “After that night in the bathroom, you never… made a move on me.”

That question should’ve triggered something sinful coming from his mouth, probably like, “Oh, so you want me to touch you? Enlighten me, Sweetheart, just how much do you want me? Where do you exactly want me to touch you?”

But Donghyuck actually just stood in silence with conflicted eyes. You had to call his name to force him to speak. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You won’t hurt me—”

“No, you don’t understand.” He cupped the side of your face, thumb rubbing soothingly against your cheekbone. “Drinking your blood already makes me want to do crazy things to you. You’re so alluring, so…” He wetted his lip, his eyes going down to take in the shape of your mouth. “Intoxicating.” He moved his thumb to trace the smoothness of your lips. “I’m just afraid that I won’t be able to control myself when we take a step further than this. I don’t want to hurt you again like I did the first time.”

It’s funny how he mentioned the word intoxicating because that was how exactly you perceived him. His whole being was intoxicating, turning every sound in the room into a whisper, every bit of your surroundings into a blur. The world did not matter when you were with him, as it solely revolved around him.

So you yanked him down by the collar of his shirt, slotted your mouth against his, lips parting to taste a hint of the coppery flavor of your blood on his tongue. Donghyuck instinctively reacted by enclosing his arms along your waist, pulling you close until you breathed heavily against his mouth. He was a man of passion, burning like the sun, lips scorching as he met yours in a searing kiss.

He tried to break away, holding your wrist in the air. “Wait, stop—”

“I have an idea,” you immediately said, kissing him once again just because you couldn’t hold yourself away from the temptation. “I have an idea we can try, so—” Another kiss, but he was the one who initiated it this time. He pushed you against the wall, gentle but dominating, his knee slipping between your legs, pushing up the fabric of your dress. You moaned against his mouth, fingers fisting against his shirt, desperate for support. He slid both hands down your thighs, silky smooth against your skin, and lifted your legs in the air, forcing you to tangle them around his waist to maintain stability.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath, reeling in the way he peppered kisses from your jawline down to your neck, tongue lapping at a speck of dry blood on your marked skin. “Let’s go—ah—let’s go to your room—Hyuck—”

He was busy having his hand under your shirt, splaying his fingers on your stomach before they found their way up to your breast, but he heard your order. He carried you back to his room, lips never leaving yours and you found yourself pressed against the sheet the next time you blinked your eyes. 

“Those handcuffs,” you gasped out between his smothering kisses. “Those handcuffs of yours that you keep in your closet. Use them.”

Donghyuck abruptly stopped, tugged himself away. “What?”

You were breathless and lightheaded, chest heaving up and down. “It upsets me to say this,” you confessed, “But I remember that time when we haven’t started dating, I found a pair of handcuffs in your closet and—”

“You went into my closet?”

“To clean your stuff. You had your clothes scattered all over the place so I had to fold them up and when I was about to put them back in, I saw them. I thought it was probably one of your kinks so I just shrugged it off. You honestly didn’t realize how clean and organized your closet was that day?”

“Well, I was never messy to begin with.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

He pouted, sighing. “Right, so you knew about my bondage kink. You’re telling me you want us to use it?” He gave you a look. “You had sex one time and you’ve already found yourself a kink? Seems like I underestimated your sexual curiosity, woman.”

“It’s not that.” You rolled your eyes. All of this rambling did not fuel your arousal, at all. “I want you to wear it.”

Donghyuck actually looked disgusted. “I like to tie my women, not being tied up, thank you very much.”

“You said you were scared of losing control, right? If you’re tied up, you won’t be able to hurt me.”

He snorted. “A cheap handcuff like that won’t be able to hold me down, Sweetheart.”

“But at least it serves as a reminder.” You laid your hand on his chest, drawing lines on the cold skin. “I mean, I’m fine whether you wear it or not. I just want to be with you.” You pulled him down into an innocent hug, but the way you were grinding your hips against him was anything but that. “But if you feel this,” you palmed his length through his jeans, forcing him to emit a groan from the back of his throat, “can make you lose control then maybe we should try my idea. I don’t want us to stop, Hyuck, and I don’t care if you break me.” You leaned in to bury your face in the juncture of his neck, whispering, “I just want to feel you inside me again.”

“Fuck.” He groaned loudly against your shoulder, fingers twisting against the sheet. “Okay, where’s that fucking handcuff—” The way he tumbled down the bed—a century-old vampire tumbling down the bed—makes you giggle, even more so when he frantically rummages his closet, throwing clothes here and there, muttering, “where is it, where is it, come on, come on, come on, where’s that fucking thing,” to himself, until he finally hooked his fingers around a pair of handcuffs, shouting, “YES, I FOUND THEM,” to the air. 

He hurriedly went back to the bed, looking breathless when he wasn’t even breathing, and crawled on top of you again. He chased after your lips and your laughter soon reduced back into gasps and moans before he finally broke away, asking, “Okay, tie me up. Hurry.” You’d think that being alive for more than a century would’ve taught him some self-control, but Donghyuck was eager and desperate, way more than you were.

He flipped your body before you could prepare yourself so you yelped in surprise, landing on his chest as he laid himself down on the bed, his head nearly knocking against the headboard. He offered you his wrists, saying, “I’m all yours, Sweetheart.” And you gulped hard, heartbeat blasting through the roof, heat rising to your cheeks. 

The handcuffs were made of steel, cold to the touch and you secretly thanked the Lord that they weren’t one of those furry ones you saw in porn movies. You were secretly drooling at the sight of your usually dominating boyfriend lying helplessly on the bed, waiting for you to take the lead; his broad chest displayed under your hands, with you straddling him by the hips. His shirt was slightly pushed up, showcasing his v-lines and his navel that usually stayed hidden underneath. You followed his happy trail, disappointed when it disappeared behind the hem of his jeans.

“Stop being so blatant about it.” His voice was velvety, thick with seduction. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

“I—I wasn’t staring.”

“Never said you were.”

It was annoying how easily he could make you feel all hot and flustered. “S-shouldn’t you take off your shirt first?”

He held back a smile. “I can fuck you just fine with my shirt on but sure, I’ll take it off.” There was something in the way he grabbed the back of his shirt before he pulled it over his head that made you blush, averting your gaze but managed to sneak a peek at the way the muscles on his abs were contracting under the movement.

“Baby?” He snatched you back to reality when a few seconds had passed in silence. “If you don’t tie me up now, I’m gonna tie you up and have my way with you.”

You blushed. That… actually doesn’t sound so bad. You shook your head. That can wait. With shaky fingers, you place one of the handcuffs around his wrist and tied the other one to his headboard. He tried to yank his hand free, testing the strength of it. “I can break this in a split second,” he commented, “But I guess it does work as a reminder.”

“Do you have another pair that I can use to tie your other hand?”

“Leave my other hand free,” he demanded, eyes gleaming as he gazed at you. “I want to touch you.”

You breathed heavily. “O-okay.”

“So,” he smiled, awkward and amused. “We’re doing this?”

You bit your lip, slowly nodding. “W-we’re doing this.”

“Aaw, nervous?” His laughter sounded light in your ears. “How cute.”

“Shut up.”

“Then, come here,” he invited, gesturing you to come close with one hand. “Kiss me.”

You didn’t waste a second longer. 

His kiss was slower this time, almost shy as if it was the first kiss you shared with him and it somehow made your heart beat even faster. You could hear him chuckling against your mouth, probably noticing your heart rate and you slapped his chest playfully to stop him from hearing things he wasn’t supposed to.

“Ah, you’re cute, so cute,” he kept saying, tracing his tongue along your lower lip, begging for entrance. His kisses gradually became deeper, harder, and his muffled laughter was replaced with soft groans. His praise was reduced to your name and you sighed in pleasure when you felt his lips moving down your neck, grazing your beating vein.

The position felt a bit awkward but possibly because you had never done it with him before. You were lying on top of him, your body pressed hotly against his chest and although he was already half-naked, you were still fully clothed. You weren’t sure whether you should undress yourself or let him do the work, but could he do it with one hand?

You remembered the time when he ripped your camisole and bra at the same time with only his fingers.

Yes. Yes, he could.

But Donghyuck seemed to be aware of what you were thinking because he ordered you to, “Take your clothes off.”

“I’m—” Flabbergasted, you pulled away, sitting straight on his stomach. “C-can’t you just take them off for me?”

You could tell he was trying to hold back another smirk from breaking upon his face. “But baby,” he cooed, raising his free hand in the air. “I only have one hand.”

“You practically ripped my undergarments with one finger before.”

“Did I?” His smirk grew prominent. “I forgot.”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“What, being straddled by my girlfriend as she tries to undress herself while I’m being tied up to the bed?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Meh, it’s not bad.”

“Why you little—”

Donghyuck’s laughter was contagious when you tickled him on the sides of his stomach that you ended up smiling at him too but it soon faltered when he curled his fingers around your locks, bringing your head down to smash his lips against yours until they were red and bruised. You became nervous once again when he tugged on your shirt, silently ordering you to take it off.

“Okay,” you said, sitting on his stomach, fingers trembling slightly as they were fiddling around the top of your dress. “Can you… look away, please?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re making me nervous.”

“Baby,” he tittered, “Just in case you weren’t aware of this. Being your boyfriend means that I’m allowed to enjoy the sight of my girlfriend taking her clothes off.”

“M-maybe later in the future. Can you just look away now?” When he was still adamant about it, you added, “Please?”

He sighed. “Fine, but in the future don’t blame me if I ask you to strip-tease to make up for this.” He closed his eyes, lips pouting. “Also, this is the only time I’ll allow this to happen.”

“Two weeks in our relationship and you’re already ordering me around.”

“It’s not—” He groaned loudly, opening his eyes again to make sure you knew that he was glaring. “It’s not that. I just really want to look. There’s something sexy about girls taking their clothes off.”

“Girls?”

“I mean, you, baby. Only you.”

You gave him a flat look. “Whatever. Close your eyes.”

He jutted out his bottom lip but followed your command, while quietly repeating your line, “Two weeks in our relationship and you’re already ordering me around.”

“I heard that.”

“I heard that,” he mocked and you flicked him on his Adam’s apple until he whined.

Dating a brat was exhausting. Dating a bratty vampire was even more exhausting, but Donghyuck could also be charming and mature when he needed to be so you forgave him for that.

Seeing how he kept his eyes closed, you reached the end of your dress and pulled it off your head in one try. Strands of your hair were caught in the zipper, tugging at your scalp when you tried to unravel them in a hurry. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you gave better effort to disentangled them with more patience.

“Need a hand, Sweetheart?”

You jolted, a squeak fell off your mouth. When you turned around to see him, your boyfriend was staring at you with a bratty grin on his face.

“Hey!” Flushed, you slapped him on the chest. “I didn’t tell you to look.”

“You told me not to look when you took your clothes off. You didn’t say anything about me staring at my cute girlfriend having the biggest crisis of her life.” His little laughter was just as annoying as it was charming. “Come here, I’ll help you.”

Your pride wouldn’t let you but you had spent minutes trying to break free from your stupid dress with no satisfying result so, with a heavy heart and a prominent scowl on your face, you bent down, leaning close to him until he could let his hand roam along your locks.

“This is so stupid,” you grumbled.

“I think it’s cute,” he chuckled, carefully unwinding the strands from your zipper. “This is the cutest you’ve ever been to me.”

You blushed slightly. Trying to avert your attention away, you began to focus on the sight in front of you. Pressed against his chest, your face was almost buried in the crook of his neck. You took the chance to press soft kisses on the cold skin, running your fingertips down from his collarbone to his navel. 

“There, done,” he said, tossing the dress away without a care. He sounded a bit breathily when your teeth grazed against his neck. “Let’s not waste any more time. Come here, I need you.” The way he tugged you toward him by your elbow was firm but not forceful. And no matter how much you had kissed him already, he still loved the way you moved your lips against his and never wanted it to stop.

Being on top of him didn’t necessarily mean you were in control. Even with one hand tied, Donghyuck knew how to lead, whispering guidance here and there, sometimes in the way that made you blush from how specific his orders were. Before you knew it, you were both fully naked, with you sitting on his thighs, stroking at his length as directed.

Donghyuck shivered under your touch, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. “You—” He had to nip on his bottom lip to contain his groan when you swiped your thumb along his slit. “You don’t happen to have any lube with you, do you?”

You were so captivated by the way he looked, all needy under your fingers, that he had to call you by your name to gather your focus back to his question. “Oh, n-no. Why?” You stroked him faster, curling your fingers a little bit tighter around his length.

Donghyuck threw his head back, eyebrows adjoined in the middle. “Fuck,” he hissed, eyes glazed and when they peered back into yours, they were glowing brightly in topaz—almost golden, and brighter from the dim lighting of his room. “Well then,” he heaved, wetting his lip. “I guess, we’ll do it the old school way. Turn your body around for me.”

“What?”

“I want to be romantic and use pretty words, but desperate times need desperate measures so get your ass over here,” he gestured with his hand for you to come over to his face, “and your face over there.”

Steam practically came out of your ears from how ashamed you were. “What?!”

“I need to make you wet and you need to coat my dick with saliva so it won’t hurt when I get inside you.”

He wasn’t joking when he said he wasn’t going to be romantic about it. How the fuck can he say something like that so easily?! “I—I can’t,” you were practically wheezing, “It’s too embarrassing—I—”

“If you don’t want to suck my dick, you can just spit on your hand and—”

“I’m more worried about sitting on your face—”

“Oh, no need to worry about that.” He gave you a reassuring smile which somehow upsets you even more. “It’s actually something I’ve been imagining to happen—”

“Oh my God—”

“Would you stop freaking-out and listen to me, please?” He was laughing and you were having a seizure. “Babe, relax. Trust me, it will feel good.”

You had no doubts about that but still, it didn’t suddenly make it easy for you to just naturally sit on his face. But to be honest, the thought of it was as exciting as it was embarrassing and with Donghyuck being relaxed about it—not making this into such a big deal, unlike how Mark reacted when anything sexual occurred—you couldn’t help but succumb to your own curiosity.

“Okay,” you pressed a hand against your chest. “Just let me calm myself down a little.”

He suppressed a smile. “You’re having a crisis again?”

“Shut up.”

No matter how much you tried to compose yourself, you couldn’t. You became even more nervous, and you thought that wasn’t possible. The naughty twinkle in Donghyuck’s eyes gradually turned tender and he reached out a hand. “Here, let me help you relax.” 

You let him take hold of your wrist, bringing it to his face. He kissed your inner palm before he dragged his lips down to your wrist, his eyes peering into yours as he did it. You could feel his lips turning into a faint smile as they grazed your skin but on the next second, he bared his teeth, extended his fangs, and punctured your skin with them.

“Hyuck—” You yelped from the pain but soon began to lose yourself to the ecstasy of his bite. You could feel all the knots in your body started to loosen one-by-one, your mind becoming hazy with bliss. 

Donghyuck didn’t sink his teeth too deep and didn’t drink too much, only a gulp and nothing more even when his eyes were glowing bright, gravely needing another taste of your blood. He lapped at the wound, kissing the bite mark he made on your skin. “How do you feel?”

“I’m…” Your eyes began to droop, blinking slowly. “Great…. I feel great…”

He chuckled at your words. “That’s good to hear,” he said, “Now turn around and lower yourself on my face.”

You could barely hear him but you got the picture. As if hypnotized, you felt your body moved even before you could finish your thought. Donghyuck’s free hand was placed on the inner part of your thigh as you hovered above his head, spreading your legs apart. “Come down here, Sweetheart, I don’t bite.” You couldn’t see his face but you could tell he was smirking, and if you weren’t this intoxicated, you would’ve smacked him with the nearest pillow over his poor choice of words. But the effects of his bite and the rush of endorphin that were still coursing through your veins made you follow his commands without further question.

You were balancing yourself with your hands on his stomach as he ran his tongue along your folds, tasting you just a little bit but you already shivered at the sensation. “Hyuck…”

He hummed in response, sounding like he was having the time of his life, pushing your thigh further apart so you could lower yourself more, his tongue dipping into your heat this time.

You were going insane, you could feel it. Breathing heavily, you decided to focus on a task at hand. You curled your fingers around his length, thumb brushing against the slit again because you knew how much he liked it before, and you could feel him moan before you could hear him.

You gave a tentative lick on the head, kissing his tip before running your tongue along the vein. Your fingers were stroking the area your tongue didn’t cover and you could hear him purring in content. After a brief second of self-preparation, you parted your lips and tried to go down on him in one try. Donghyuck threw his head back against the sheet, groaning loudly between a train of expletives, so sexy and obscene. 

Hearing his moans encouraged you to do better so you tried to swallow him whole again. You could feel his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you tear up a little bit from the discomfort but you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed around him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Donghyuck swore, his grip around your thigh grew tighter that it made you flinch but you continued with your ministration, bringing your hand into the game this time. It was so exciting, the sensation of having him dissolve into a groaning mess under your touch so you stroked him faster, sucked him harder, and continued even when he was practically whimpering in ecstasy.

As an act of revenge, Donghyuck licked his way deep into you with his free hand pumping a finger inside you and adding another one soon after. When you moaned around him, it urged him to go faster, his digits were now scissoring inside of you.

You were practically crying by the time he told you to stop, urging you to turn around to face him because “I want to see your face when you come.” You positioned yourself on top of his length, cheeks bright red from all the passion and lust you have swirling inside your chest, and slowly sank yourself down.

Donghyuck’s handcuff was rattling against the headboard as he reeled in the sensation. His fangs were extended once again, his eyes glowing almost dangerously as he gazed at you from behind his bangs. “Fuck, you’re so—“ he hissed, his eyes going down to the part where you were connected to him. “How can you be so sexy without trying—”

The way he twitched inside of you made you quiver, and you tumbled down to his chest, your face closing in on him. He met you halfway when you sent him a signal to kiss you, smothering you with his lips, wet with tongues and painted with both desperation and urgency.

“Move,” he ordered, his voice suddenly turning low and perilous. “Baby, move for me, please.”

You granted his wish, wincing at the feeling of him growing larger inside you. The friction still burned so you tried to muffle your cry with his kisses, but after a few shallow thrusts, you could finally feel yourself relaxing, adjusting to his length.

“Faster,” he urged, unconsciously tried to hold your hips with both hands and groaned loudly when his handcuff pulled his hand back to the headboard. “Dammit. Baby, please, move faster.”

“Be patient,” you said between small gasps. Your nails were almost sinking to his chest. “It’s only my second time, Hyuck. Let me do it at my own pace.”

He initially groaned in protest, eyes tightly shut with his eyebrows furrowed but when he managed to collect himself, he apologized, "You're right, I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm so hasty, you just make me feel so—" His jaw hung low when he felt you move, and by the time you began to clench your walls around him, he took his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning his head back against the headboard, relishing the moment.

As you steadied yourself with your hands on his chest, grinding your hips against him, you admired the details of his profile—his sultry half-lidded eyes, his plump lips, his cute front teeth that peeked out when he parted his lips in a silent moan, the tiny moles on his jaw and neck. He was both handsome and cute, and you were lucky—so damn lucky—to be able to witness these details with your own eyes.

“Fuck, I can’t—“ His voice startled you, snapping you out from your reverie. “I can’t do it like this. I’m gonna go crazy. Can you get off for a second?”

You were frowning but his urgency made you follow with a nod. You let him slid off of you, wincing slightly at both the pain and the loss of him. Donghyuck shifted his body until he was sitting on the bed, his spine pressed against the headboard. “Okay, come here,” he said, patting his thigh twice. You crawled over to his lap as requested, sitting on your knees as he held his length in one hand, positioning it over your entrance. You lowered yourself down, adjusting to his size once again and wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

“I can never get used to the feeling of you taking me in like that,” he murmured against your ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

The new position allowed you to embrace him properly and you took advantage of it, meshing your lips with him as you bounced up and down, your breasts pressing against his chest. His free hand was urging you to move faster, nails sinking into the skin and you complied, trying to move as fast you can. “Yes,” he moaned, mouthing against your shoulder. “Just like that. You’re so good.”

The sounds he was making were so erotic that they made you weak. When he felt your movements gradually became slower, he began to buck his hips forward, thrusting into you hard while holding you firmly with one hand. 

He nearly broke his handcuff from how desperate he was in wanting to hold you tightly with both hands, fucking you senselessly like how did with you before in the bathroom. But the way the steel was nearly sinking into his skin reminded him of the sole purpose of having it around his wrist. Feeling restrained only made his thrusts grow even more frantic, pushing your hips down to meet his at such a quick pace.

“Wait—” Taken by surprise, you clutched your arms tightly around him. “Hyuck—”

He suddenly sank his teeth on the skin under your jaw, between the earlobe and the collarbone and you nearly jumped out of your skin. For half an instant, it was agonizing. Painful and horrible. And then, just like that, the pain disappeared. He swallowed twice, moaning against your skin, his thrusts going out of rhythm. 

The rush of endorphin helped to push you to the brink, clouding your thoughts and you couldn't tell where your body ended and his began but it didn't matter. That was how you always wanted it to be anyway. Donghyuck's lascivious grunts tugged on your heartstrings and with a couple of his hard thrusts, you began to shake. "H-Hyuck, I think I'm gonna—"

His mouth was still on your neck, now sucking bruises with his cuspids threatening to puncture. "Come, baby."

You came undone, body trembling with the biggest orgasm you’d ever felt. Donghyuck moaned your name against your ear when he felt you clenching and shaking around him. “God, that felt so good,” he said, still moving his hips, not caring if you were still sensitive after your orgasm. “You feel so good around me. Fuck, I want to do this again and again—I want to feel you more—I want to break you—”

And when his hips began to stutter, you knew he was close. He pulled you into a messy kiss where you could taste copper on his tongue but you didn’t mind and bounced faster on his lap, driving him to the edge.

You were startled by the sound of him breaking free from his handcuff with a hard yank of his wrist, but before you could react, he was pushing you off his lap, forcing you to stand with your knees on the bed, facing the headboard. Still reveling in the aftershock of your orgasm, your legs almost gave out on you so you placed both hands on the wall for support. "Hyuck—"

He was almost growling when he placed both hands on your hips and pushed himself back in a way that was so forceful, you ended up having your upper body pressed against the wall. He brought your hips closer to his, his tongue trailed against the dip of your spine, and you begged him to, "S-slow down, I just came—" but all that he did was the opposite. He snapped his hips forward, knocking the breath out of your lungs with each pound while murmuring, "Just a little bit more, baby," with so much lust and avidity. You gritted your teeth, curling your fingers against the railing of your headboard as if you were hanging on for dear life. Everything felt so good, so fucking good that you began to part your mouth in a silent scream. 

With his head dangling forward, glowing eyes covered with his fringe, and your name tumbling down his lips in a soft, throaty moan, he came.

***

“How are you feeling?”

Dazed and completely fucked-out, you thought, but only answered with, “Tired.”

“Are you hurt somewhere?”

You shook your head.

“Thank God,” Donghyuck pulled you closer by the waist, both of your naked bodies were buried under the blanket. “I kind of lost control at the end.” He sheepishly chuckled at himself. “You were so hot when you came.”

“Shut up.” But that only made him laugh a bit louder. He pried your hands away before you could bury your face in them and cupped your cheek so you could do nothing but stare back at him.

“Is it too fast to say I love you?” He asked and his eyes were sincere but you were too embarrassed to respond properly so you pushed your palm to his face, pushing him away.

“Of course, it’s too fast. We’ve only started dating for like what, two weeks?” But the way your heart almost leaped in joy betrayed you. You turned away from him, focusing your gaze on the bed lamp on his nightstand instead of his face. “If you tell me in like a year or something, maybe I’ll believe you.”

His laughter was warm, a stark contrast to how his skin felt under your touch. He leaned close, lips brushing against your hair as he embraced you close to his chest. “Then I’ll say it every day until you say it back to me next year,” he said, voice gentle and sincere. “I love you, baby.”

“Ugh, you’re gross.”

“There you go, playing hard to get again.” He whispered the next words with his lips brushing your earlobe. “Your ears are going red, though.”

“I’m going to kick you.”

“Well, I’m going to love you.”

But you kicked him anyway. The playful punches and kicks under the blanket managed to ease the tension, and before long, you were back to exchanging nonsensical banters with him again. The sunrise was still three hours away and even though your eyes were a bit heavy with sleep, your body exhausted beyond belief, you tried to keep yourself awake to spend a moment longer with him. You didn’t have any schedule the next morning anyway, so you could sleep to make up for the time you spent.

“Hyuck?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s… something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while but I couldn’t since I felt so embarrassed about it.”

“Oh? It’s not often you’re honest like this.” He smirked, pushing the bangs out of your eyes. “What is it?”

“Did you…” You cleared your throat, trying not to be awkward. “Did you get to come when we had sex the first time?”

He blinked twice, startled. “Oh… I didn’t, actually.” He timidly smiled. “You kind of passed out during that time and I didn’t have the heart to continue so I just carried you back to your room.”

With cheeks turning scarlet, you squeezing his hand. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He pecked you on the nose. “It was my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have taken so much of your blood.” He gradually grew more serious. “I guess I’ve never thanked you for that, huh?” He tucked some strands of your hair behind your ear. “Thank you for giving me your blood. You’re literally the reason why I’m still alive to this day.”

“You’re welcome.” You mirrored his smile. “I have two other questions if you don’t mind.”

“Shoot.”

“Can vampires actually come?” You had to look away, noticing how stupid your questions was and added, “I mean, like, properly? Like humans do?”

“What, you didn’t feel it when I came inside you just now?”

You blushed madly. “I was too dizzy from the bite to notice.”

“Right, you passed out too. Again.” And before you could shout out your protest, he muffled your lips with his. “Of course, we can, Sweetheart. What, are you interested in making me come again?”

You gulped. “M-maybe later.” When you noticed him raising an eyebrow, you mentally slap yourself in the face.” I-I mean, not that I’m suggesting we should have sex again after this—”

“Oh? I was willing, though.” His godforsaken smirk should be banned from this world. Earning another punch to his stomach, he asked with a wince, “What’s the other question?”

You were still pouting from before but you asked, “Can vampires impregnate humans?”

“So eager to have my baby already? Two weeks in our relationship? Really?”

“Do you want to be punched again?”

“By your lips? Yes, plea—Aaw, hey, that hurts!” As he tried to soothe the pain away from the punch you landed on his chest, he added, “To answer your question, no. We don’t breed that way. Vampires are turned, not born.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He laughed. “Trust me, if vampires could get humans pregnant, then I would father hundreds of Hyuck babies by now.”

The thought of him having sexual relationships with other women in a way that was probably much hotter than yours made your heart drop to your stomach. There was an unfamiliar pain in your chest, pumping jealousy and resentment to your veins, clouding your thoughts with images of him lying in bed with naked women.

You turned away to face the ceiling, not saying a word. Donghyuck seemed to notice the way you got all tense and rigid so he laced your fingers with his, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “There’s only you now, you know that, right? For me, there’s only you.”

 You nodded but only so slightly, still felt uneasy. You knew that it wouldn’t be fair to be mad at him about this—it’s not like he was cheating behind your back. And he’d lived for more than a century, of course, he had plenty of both romantic and sexual relationships. You were just upset because he was your first and that meant the whole world to you, but you weren’t even included in the top 10—or 100, even.

Donghyuck eyed you in concern and carefully wrapped an arm around your stomach, fingertips trailing around your navel. “Did you realize that,” he began, voice soft and tender, “a few months before we started dating, I stopped bringing girls to our apartment? I switched entirely to blood bags to the point I had to spend all my money. Do you know why I did that?”

You turned to him, snuggling close but still wasn’t brave enough to make eye contact. “Why?”

He had his lips brushed against your temple as he spoke. “Because it felt wrong. Every time I got together with someone, I thought about you. When I drank their blood, I thought about how your blood would taste like in my mouth. When I held them, I thought about what kind of face would you make as you writhed underneath me. When they moaned out my name, I thought about how hot would it be if it tumbled out from your lips instead. You, with that cute voice of yours.”

You blushed from ear-to-ear. “I-Is that so…”

He smiled a little, probably noticing how loudly your heart was thumping inside your chest. “I had to stop entirely when I accidentally moaned your name during sex. Man, she was so pissed.”

You nearly fainted from the sheer embarrassment. “How can you say these things so nonchalantly?”

“I’m actually pretty shy about it.” And this time he did sound sheepish. He lowered his head down, lips lingering close, nearly grazing the vein that beats faintly under your neck. “So don’t think about my past too much, because I’ve been thinking about you—only you—for a while now.”

You shivered, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Cool.”

Donghyuck pulled away, scrunched up his nose. “Cool?”

“Yeah.”

“I literally just poured all my feelings out to you, embarrassingly so, and your response is cool?”

You gave him your signature ignorant shrug. “Well, I’ve known for a while that you had a crush on me. I’m flattered. Thanks.”

“You’re so—” He attacked you with playful pokes and tickles, hands fumbling all over the place until you both ended up falling from the bed, laughing against each other’s mouth.

***

“Babe, you ready?”

You push your door open at the sound of his call, still struggling with tidying your bangs so they can frame your face perfectly. You’re about to go on a date with your boyfriend and this is the first time he actually asks you out properly. You’ve gone out many times with him before but it was always either to shop for groceries or have dinner in the cheap Chinese restaurant nearby.

So you kind of dressed up all the way, curling your hair and tying it up in a perfect ponytail—because you know just how much he likes seeing your neck exposed—wearing minimal make-up but with bright red lipstick, and a matching red off-shoulder dress that highlights your collarbones. 

“Do you think this is too much?” You ask from the bathroom, still busy trying to put on your earring. When you’re done, you walk back to the living room, approaching his spot. “You haven’t told me where we’re going so I’m not sure what to wear—” You catch the way he’s looking at you, wide-eyed with lips parted in awe. “W-what is it? Are you thirsty again?”

He blinks himself awake. “For blood? Nope. For you?” He’s not subtle at all with his staring, eyes going up and down your body, committing every feature to his memory. “Parched.”

“If you’re gonna be this embarrassing the whole date, I’d choose to stay home, thank you very much.”

“What, can’t a man appreciate his girlfriend’s beauty?”

“Sometimes just a simple, you look nice, is enough.”

He chuckles softly, closing the space between you and running his thumb along your cheekbone as he cups your face. “I want to kiss you and ruin your lipstick so badly,” he murmurs, eyes almost glowing. The way he brings his lower lip between his teeth as he stares at you in a daze makes your stomach flip in delight. “But you look very beautiful right now and it would be a waste. I’ll wait until the end of our date. Then, I’ll savor every bit of you.” He leans in to whisper close in your ear, his smirk grazing against your earlobe. “In any way possible.”

You yank him by the hand, pulling him towards the door. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.”

You can’t wait until your date is over.

***

Donghyuck reeks with charms and allures. You notice that, certainly, but unfortunately for you, so do other people because he is gathering attention from every woman he passes by on the street—even some men. He’s just walking along the pavements in his black ripped jeans and denim jacket, but he makes it look like a fashion show. He’s deep in concentration, thumb sliding on his phone’s screen as he searches for the location of the place he’s planning to take you. His brooding look makes you swoon but you try to be subtle about it, unlike those females who pass by, practically undressing him with their eyes.

You’re uncomfortable and jealous but you try to keep yourself composed. “Is it far from here?”

“Just a couple of blocks,” he answers, smiling as he tucks his phone back. “Are you hungry? Do you want to stop by and grab some dinner before we go?”

You’ve lost your appetite. “I’ll eat on our way back.”

“You sure?”

You respond with a nod but he seems worried. You notice some people whispering behind your back, questioning with a mocking tone about your status with this God-like male in front of you and you couldn’t help but to sigh. “Can we go now?” Your tone sounds a bit cold even to your own ears, and you feel sorry because this is not how you planned your date night to go.

Donghyuck must have noticed the silent chatters, or at least, the hurting look on your face. Taking a hold of your wrist, he pulls you forward until you stumble to his chest and kisses your lips. You swear you could hear people gasping at that, but you don’t care. You don’t care that he’s kissing you in public, on the side of the street, with his hand secured tightly around your waist. You don’t care if your lipstick is ruined, though he kisses you softly to make sure it stays intact. And you don’t care if people are questioning his sanity for dating a girl like you because Donghyuck belongs to you and he’s proud of showing that to the world.

When he lets you go, your lips are curving up into a grin, cheeks reddening both from the cold and his touch. “You have lipstick on you,” you say, tiptoeing on your feet to brush the stain off his lips with your thumb, and Donghyuck, with that sexy, mischievous twinkle in his eyes, parts his lips, playfully placing your thumb between his teeth just a second before he lets it slide away. Your head is about to explode from how sexy he just looked and he chuckles at the sight, pecking you on the forehead once. “Let’s go, baby.” He strokes your hair before he lets his hand slide down to your waist again, walking next to you with your body pressed close to his side.

It turns out your boyfriend is taking you to a photo studio which is quite huge for a normal photo shoot. As you see so many staff, models, and photographers around you, walking back-and-forth in the studio to make sure everything is in order, you begin to realize. “Are you—”

“Yep,” he beams at you, proudly. “I’ve got a modeling gig.” 

Your eyes grow wide because by the brand logo that you see plastered all over the place—on the back of the chairs, the doors, embossed in articles of clothing—it’s one of the top designer brands in the country. “What—how—” You’re flabbergasted. “How did you get this job?”

“I got cast on the street.” He simply shrugs. “It’s a one-time gig though, so nothing serious. But it is my first time so I’m pretty nervous about it, which is why I brought you along.” He swats the bangs out of your eyes, looking apologetic. “I’m sorry. This is probably not how you imagined our date night was going to be.”

“No, but this is better.” Your eyes are scanning the place. “Look at all these models! They’re so beautiful—Oh my God, I know him!” You almost jump on your feet at the sight of a famous model getting his hair fixed by his stylist. “Isn’t he the one who was on the cover of W Magazine last month? Oh my God.”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey,” Donghyuck pulls you back by the fabric of your dress. “I didn’t invite you to ogle at another man’s body.”

“It’s not his body, Hyuck. It’s his face, look at him!” You gesture toward the man with a sigh. “Look at those cheekbones, sweet Lord. His jawline has me feeling like sliced bread.”

Donghyuck snorts loudly. “Are you an idiot?”

“Might as well be. Can you get me his autograph?”

“I’m leaving.” And he really walks away, just like that, with his hands tucked inside the pocket of his jeans, and a scowl on his face.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” you hurriedly say, taking a hold of his arm. “Good luck with the photo shoot. I know you’d be amazing.”

He’s still not happy when he looks at you but he sighs, patting your head. “Thanks. You can wait for me in the hall. I think they have snacks and stuff.”

“Can’t I just linger around here?”

“To see me or to see him?”

“To see you, of course.” There’s no hesitation in your voice. “Seeing him is just a bonus. You’re my number one, Hyuck.”

He leers at you with suspicious eyes, still not one hundred percent pleased or convinced. “Well, I have to go. I need to change and get my make-up done.”

“Wait.” you hold him back again. “Do these people here know you’re, you know, not human?”

“No, and I intend to keep it that way. So, if you could just not mention it again, that’d help.”

You nod but when he’s about to part ways again, you reach out to him once more. 

“What?” He whines, groaning. “I really have to—”

You stand on your toes and interrupt him with a kiss, hands winding around his neck. It’s just your lips meeting his for a few seconds and nothing more, but it’s still painted thickly with passion and desire.

“Good luck,” you whisper with a shy smile. He’s left a bit dazed but eventually nods his head. When he walks away, he rubs his nape, a gesture he tends to make whenever he’s flustered. You grin proudly to yourself. He’s wrapped around your fingers just as much as you are around his.

After half an hour has passed, you see Donghyuck walking back into the studio in a new outfit that makes him look so goddamn attractive that it literally steals your breath away.  He’s wearing all black, from his turtle neck shirt, his khaki pants, his suit, even his hair looks somehow darker. He’s absolutely gorgeous, even the male photographer has to stop and stare for a good few seconds before he remembers to adjust his lenses.

Donghyuck poses naturally in front of the camera and it startles you how a simple pose could look so beautiful when it’s done by him. He unbuttons his suit, lets it falls off his shoulder, his eyes half-lidded as he stares into the camera—everything that he does reeks masculinity and femininity at the same time and you don’t know if that’s even possible. You’ve known that his body proportions are insane but this outfit just highlights every inch of his body that needs to be appreciated. 

A staff hands him a rose and he brings it close to his face, his lips grazing against the petal—making him look like a painting. His usual cheeky grin has vanished without a trace and the way he stares back at the camera—both enchanting and challenging—sends shivers down your spine.

Fuck, how is he so hot?

Two hours long photoshoot feels like a minute to you and you’re feeling a bit dazed when it’s over. Donghyuck walks over to your spot, pushing up his long sleeves to his elbows. “Hey,” he says, smiling a little. “Sorry, did I make you wait long?”

“Oh… Umm…” You’re blushing and you don’t know why. You’re just suddenly overwhelmed with his presence. “Y-you were…” Fantastic. Breathtaking. Absolutely gorgeous. Please take me home and have me as dessert. “You were good.”

“Good?” He raises an eyebrow, making you gulp. “That’s it?”

“I…” Your fingers are curling against the fabric of your dress. “You were great.”

Donghyuck seems a bit amused until he realizes something. He leans close, making you flinch when he takes a sniff near your neck. “Why do you smell like you’re…” A smirk creeps up his face. “Aroused?”

Yes, okay, just kill me. Kill me now. “I’m not—”

“Seems like someone is enjoying this photoshoot too much.”

You’re about to combust into flames. “Are you done? Can we go home now?”

“You want to go home? And do what?” He bites the corner of his lip as he tries to contain his grin. “Enlighten me, Baby.”

He’s seducing you, torturing you, and he’s enjoying every second of it. “Fine, then. I’ll walk home by myself.”

But as you turn around on your heels, Donghyuck grabs you by the wrist and pulls you forward to match his step, going in the opposite direction of where you were planning to go. “Wha—where are you taking me?!”

He shushes you quickly and makes a turn, barging into one of the changing rooms that models often use to get prepared for the photoshoot. The room is bright with fluorescent lights, though not as spacious as you’d thought it would be, but the only thing that matters now is that it’s unoccupied. 

Donghyuck kicks the door closed with his feet before he pushes you against it, lips meeting you in a searing kiss as he locks the door behind you. “Your scent,” he breathlessly says against your mouth, running his tongue along your lower lip. “It’s so thick with lust.” If it’s as thick as the teasing tone in his voice, you’re so doomed. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Shut up.” You kiss him, fisting the fabric of his shirt before you pull it off his head. Your hands immediately go down to his chest, caressing his stomach before they circle his neck again. “If we’re gonna do this then hurry up and fuck me.”

A small laugh reverberates from his chest. “So aggressive. And to think you were so shy yesterday.”

“Shut up. Does sex usually involve this much talking?”

“With me, it does.” He purrs against your ear, tugging your earlobe between his teeth. “Because then I get to see more of your expressions.” His tongue feels hot and dangerous on your sensitive skin. “You’re so fucking cute when you blush, but you being aggressive like this isn’t too bad.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up.” You’re already dying from shame and his unnecessary comments only fuel it even more. “Are we really—” you gasp when he pushes you up the wall, and you quickly tangle your legs around his waist for balance, the back of your red heels pressing against his spine. “Are we really doing this? Here?”

“Of course, we’re doing this.” His hands are sliding dangerously along your thighs, pushing the fabric of your dress up your body until it pools around your waist. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you laid your eyes on him.”

“What—” You throw your head back, making a soft thud when it meets the door. Hopefully, no one catches that. “You mean that model? I was just kidding—”

“Kidding?” He slips two of his fingers inside his mouth, coating them with saliva and it’s so sensual, the sight of him, that only seeing him do that already makes you feel sinful. He slides his hand down between your legs, wet fingers immediately finding their way to your heat from the side of your lingerie. “I don’t think it was funny.” He inserts his first digit, making you sink your nails into his shoulders. “Do you, baby?”

You’re breathing hard, temple pressing against his. When he feels you stretched enough, he adds another one. “Baby, I asked you a question,” he chuckles, scissoring his fingers inside you. “Do you think it was funny?”

“No.” You shake your head, a sob nearly escapes your lips.  The mixed feelings of being dominated, teased and pleasured at the same time make you feel lightheaded, and he hasn’t even drunk from you yet. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Aaw, but I’m not mad,” he coos, kissing you softly on the corner of your lips. “I’m a bit pissed-off but certainly not angry.”

His words are doing very little in reassuring you but you’re too busy focusing on the way he’s pumping his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing fervently against your clit. “Hyuck—”

“Sssh.” He perks up, his movements stop abruptly. “Someone’s here.”

You mouth What?! in horror, about to shove him away so you can land back on your feet and fix your clothes and hair but he keeps you still. He presses his body harder, one hand holding the back of your thigh while his other one still lingers near your lingerie. There’s absolutely no way you can fight his superhuman strength.

Within the next few seconds, you can hear the clicking of heels meeting the marbled floor and you hold your breath, fingers shaking but the rest of your body is still. Donghyuck keeps his gaze on you, his eyes unwavering as he tries to read the situation.

“Hey, it’s locked. Why is it locked?”

“I don’t know. It wasn’t locked before.”

Two female voices can be heard from exactly behind you and you’re about to break out in a cold sweat. If you breathe just a little bit harder, they probably can hear you. Donghyuck notices the way your breathing tatters and with a gleam in his eyes, he smirks.

And moves his fingers again.

Your hand immediately shifts from his shoulder to his wrist, trying desperately to keep it from moving. Your eyes are throwing ice daggers as you mouth don’t you fucking dare to him but his sly grin only gets wider. He leans in to pepper sultry kisses on your jawline, up to your ear, whispering, “Keep your voice down.” And though he speaks reassurance, his fingers are not.

He slides one between your folds, tentatively pressing into your heat before he drags it back, heel continues to add pressure to your clit. It’s when he inserts the digit back into you that you begin to flinch. He helps muffle your voice down with his kisses first but when you truly need to be silenced, he pulls away, enjoying the view of your cheeks turning scarlet, bangs sticking to your temple with sweat, and adding another finger into your warmth.

“So cute,” he whispers, his eyes are starting to glow. You notice that their color changes depending on what he’s feeling.  They glow when he’s thirsty, that much is obvious, but there’s also one other condition. The more he’s aroused, the brighter they get, almost turning topaz entirely, and soon his cuspids will follow, extending to take a bite. He still has his fangs retracted, but his eyes are gradually gleaming brighter as he takes in your expressions. “So pretty…” The way he praises you is almost like he’s in a haze. “I love seeing you like this.”

“What to do? My purse is inside.”

“Shall we ask around for the key?”

You’re so scared, terrified beyond belief and Donghyuck is savoring every moment of you trying to contain your moans. “Aaw, they’re going to open the door,” he murmurs against your ear. “What do you think we should do, baby?”

Fuck if I know. Your eyes are closed shut, your fingers curling against his nape. He licks a stripe up your neck, moaning softly from the desire to fill his mouth with your blood. “I know one thing for sure,” he swallows, wetting his lip. “I need to make you come first.”

Donghyuck always lives up to his promise. He knows what he’s doing and it feels extremely pleasant having his fingers deep inside you but you can’t give yourself into the pleasure entirely from the fear of being caught. But as he goes faster, now focusing more on playing with your clit, you feel fire coursing through your veins, loosening the knot in your stomach, and out of panic, you bite him hard on the part where his neck meets his shoulder, muffling your moan as you come onto his hand.

You can feel him flinching, a low grunt erupting from the back of his throat but you’re too dazed to notice. When the aftertaste of your orgasm starts to decrease, Donghyuck lets you down to the floor. You have to keep your hold on him as your legs wobble under your weight and when you look up, you see him with his fangs fully extended, his eyes glowing as bright as the sun.

“Hyuck—“ He bites into your skin without permission, and he does it fiercely, sloppily, that your blood begins to taint your dress. You’re grateful that it’s at least in the same color as your blood so a few drops won’t be noticed. The rush of endorphin calms your nerves, almost leaving your senses dull and you slide down to the floor, your spine still pressed against the door.

When he pulls away, he lets his tongue runs along his lower lip, wiping it clean from your blood. His eyes are strictly golden.

“My turn now.”

***

[2-cute-4-school]

NCT Dream reaction to you getting your wisdom teeth removed

Mark

babysitting the dreamies is part of his daily job so he thinks ‘how hard can it be to take care of you for a few hours pffft’

he’s never regretted underestimating you so bad in his entire life ◑.◑

you’re not just a nightmare

you’re THE ULTIMATE NIGHTMARE

he was so embarrassed when he had to gently drag you out of the dentist’s office while you were crying cuz

“mY TOOTH!! mark, i lost my tooth, what am i gonna do?!?! i should have put a leash on it, i knew it!!!! now it’s gone and it’s all my fault!!!!” (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

*ugly sobbing* *mark awkwardly patting your back while pulling you away from the scrutinizing glares of a few karens in the waiting room*

“mark. i didn’t even get to name it!!!”

poor bby cheetah mark is SO lost

“baby, hey, don’t cry! we’ll uh…. i’ll get you a new one!” ヾ(ﾟДﾟ;ヾ)

you look up with your glassy eyes and your right cheek chubbier than your left from the cotton lodged where your tooth used to be, your bottom lip trembling oh so cutely 

and mark just…stops functioning for a moment because

‘HOW CAN ANYONE BE SO CUTE BUT SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS AT THE SAME TIME IT’S NOT FAIR !!??!?!?’

“ rweally? would you really do that for me, markie?” (◞‸◟；)

“ASFKSFRDACGCS YES LOML ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING JUST SAY THE WORD AND I’LL BRING THE MOON TO YOUR FEET YOU PRECIOUS LIL BABY” ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃

 and he still insists he’s not 120% whipped for you can you believe it

he ends up piggybacking you all the way back home because your giggles were just too cute for him to resist so he can’t even get tired with how happy he is to witness you so carefree and joyful

and his heart just melts when you leave a huuuge kith with the loudest *MWAH* ever on his cheek and you nuzzle your nose in the crook of his neck that’s like the fatal combination of cute acts ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

in conclusion : this man just adores you with every bit of his heart :((((

Renjun

probably asked kun to pick you both up from the dentist 

you’re just too much for him smh

you’re cute and all but renjun is a tired uncle

so you’re both in the backseat with kun as your driver and it’s silent

renjun just knows something is wrong there’s no way you’re so calm 

but you’re just staring at him like ◎_◎

“uh..babe, you alright?”

silence and then *GASP*

renjun just knows he’s about to facepalm himself into another dimension when you grip his cheeks in both hands

“you’re a fAIRY!!!!!!!” (*ﾟﾛﾟ)

*sigh* *muffled words* “y/n let’s calm down and just-”

he doesn’t get another word out before you shove his face in your lap and literally raise his shirt up to the nape of his neck

damn beach you know what you want huh go off

“where are they???!!?!?! where are you hiding them you impostor??!!!?”

and then you start slapping his back

“ow ow OW, Y/N WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? STOP !!”

“YOUR WINGS!!! WHERE ARE YOUR FRICKIN’ WINGS ?!?!?” (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

renjun is this 👌 close to knocking you out for good with a karate chop

so he just pushes you off and straps you to your seat with a second safety belt as he huffs under his breath

“i can’t guarantee you’ll live to see next week” (⊙_◎)

kun watching in the rear mirror like （͡°͜ʖ͡°）

“you know what? i’d really eat some chicken wings right now!! jun, let’s go get chicken wings!!!” ⊂((・▽・))⊃

he’s surprised you even remember his name

but you eventually exhaust yourself and pass out in the backseat of the car so renjun and kun drag you to bed 

and renjun just tucks you in like the soft loving boyfriend that he is

and he just stares at you fondly and smooches you all over your face cuz

“how tf can you be so cute, you lil overexcited evil? you’re like the cutest thing in the world and it just!!!not!!!fair!!!!!” (♡ ‸ ♡ )

so even though he complains about you a lot, he’d sell his kidney just to see his lil cute bub happy i’m so soft :((((

Lee Jeno

“let’s go to the playground!!”

“y/n, no, let’s go home and put some ice on that cheek”

“but baaaabe i wanna go one the swing” ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

“then we’ll have to ice both cheeks”

“what did ya say???!!?!”

so jeno’s headache only worsened once you both arrived home with no prior stop to the playground

and as much as he loves you he also wants to bang his head against a wall and end his suffering yay o((*^▽^*))o

“just stay still for a second please, i’m really trying to tie this thing properly around your head”

you’re just so restless and jeno is just so done

“does it hurt?”

“ywes, my heart hurts because my own boyfriend doesn’t love me!!!”

“y/n, we already had this conversation, now just-”

“i just wanted a swing!!!” *bursts into tears* *jeno sighs half of his soul out* ଽ (৺ੋ ௦ ৺ੋ )৴

so jeno sits down beside you and pulls you into his lap gently, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to soothe your sobs jeno best boyfriend no cap

“there there, baby, we can’t go out-” *sobs intensify* “BUT i promise i’ll get you a swing right here if you let me take care of you first”

you leech yourself onto jeno’s sleeve and wipe your tears on his shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind the wet patch left on the material as he watches you with that soft look of his (´-ω-`)

so you let him patch you up after his reassurance and after he just pats your head affectionately and motions for you to stand up

and this man just flexes his arms and nudges you to latch on

that’s how jeno ends up with a squealing you as you swing back and forth with your fingers gripping his arm ╰(✧∇✧╰)

Lee Haechan

you want to pretty him up

because “since my left cheek looks like it’s stuffed with a tennis ball, i can’t carry the visuals in this relationship for a while, so i need to hand the responsibility over to you”

“who even said you’re the one carrying the visuals” ℃ↂ_ↂ

“oh honey you’re only now realizing?”

(╬☉д⊙)⊰⊹ฺ

he blames the anesthesia for your severe accusations

but the only way to shut you up is give in to your wishes

so that’s how he found himself seated down on the carpet of your home with your legs draped over his and your totally professional make up applied over his face

“i look like a clown”

“not even make up can cover your true identity, hyuck”

deep breaths, donghyuck, in and out, take it easy (◎ω◎*)

“any preferences for the nail polish color?”

“to match my soul”

“so hot pink” o(≧∇≦o)

*poker face* “you know i could obliviate you if i wanted to clown you”

*pout that hurts hyuck’s lil heart* “but you wouldn’t do that to your hurting baby, would you” *blinks rapidly with puppy eyes*

“you bet i would” (no he wouldn’t you’re just too cute and he loves you too much) *totally not whipped (♥ω♥*)*

painting his nails is the hugest struggle in your entire life

“WHY TF ARE THEY SO SHORT, ARE THEY TAKING AFTER YOU”

on second thought, mercy is no longer available for you

“hyuck, you should tape your fingers so you won’t bite your nails like a preschooler anymore”

“i’ll tape your mouth shut, that’s what i’ll tape” *_*

“hUH???!?!!?”  (*ﾟﾛﾟ)

Na Jaemin

“okay jisung is an easy task compared to you right now”

even though this man is used to being the mom of the group

he’s still most likely in disbelief watching his otherwise angel flap around like a headless chicken 

but you’re even cutter with your swollen cheek so he forgives you (︶▽︶)

“hey, jaem, did you know i’m closely related to snails??”

“entertain me” (∩_∩)

“they can sleep for years at once. that’s like my main talent.”

“it would be great for me if you’d put this talent of yours to work now”

jaemin ends up sprawled over the couch and watching dramas like a tired mom of 3 hyperactive children with you curled up at his side playing games on his phone

*hiccup*

jaemin’s brain before he even registered the sound : something’s wrong

“y/n baby?” (｡•́︿•̀｡)

*hiccup* *sniffle* *hiccup* 

jaemin’s overprotective instincts kicked in ಠ╭╮ಠ

he knocks the phone out of the way and swings your legs over his lap to cradle you against his chest and hush you with the gentlest coos while rubbing your back up and down softly

“what happened, my love? does it hurt? tell nana what’s wrong and he’ll get rid in a second of what dared hurt his precious baby” just imagine this man this would be like the peak of my life  🥺

so in between your boyfriend’s comforting whispers and your harsh breaths of air you managed to let out a few words

“e-elephants, nana”

he already knows the biggest facepalm is coming his way -_-

“tHEy CAn’T jUmP, tHE poOR ELephANTs”

(ノ-_-)ノ~┻━┻

he just sighs and continues rocking you in his arms until you doze off, slumped on his chest, your head cushioned by his shoulder

he softly shakes his head at you and lays a butterfly kiss on your forehead

“i would make elephants jump just for you, my cute big baby” ♡♡(￫ε￩*)

Zhong Chenle

he halfway panics at the way you act

you’re usually the one who takes care of him so your childish act that surfaced because of the anesthesia took him by surprise

“dude they brainwashed y/n” (ﾉ｀□´)ﾉ

once you start babbling to him about the end of the rainbow and the elf that awaits there with a pot full of golden coins he knew you lost it

calls renjun

“hyung i’m sorry for saying you’re batshit crazy with your conspiracies, but aliens kidnapped y/n”

*muffled voices on the other side*

“NO, I’M NOT DRUNK!! they brainwashed y/n or even worse… returned a cheap copy of them”

renjun probably just tells him to put you to sleep and advises chenle to do the same with himself -_-

so chenle just approaches you very carefully, his voice barely above a whisper

“hey, babe, aren’t you tired?”

“actually no, how about a walk in the park???”

“idk y/n, it doesn’t seem like the best idea”

“PLEASE”  🥺

“THIS IS THE BEST IDEA OF THE YEAR BABY!!!11!!”

this man is royally whipped for you so he takes you to the nearest park and keeps a careful watch on you as you bend down to pet every dog that passes by ⊂((・▽・))⊃

while he would do anything for you, he’s very panicky about your safety so he has to hold your hand the entire time and you’re not allowed to leave his side for even a second overprotective boyfriend check

mid walk you take a break on a bench and you lean your head on cheble’s shoulder before muttering sleepily

“lele, i’m tired, imma take a nap”

“are you serious rn” (ಠ_ಠ)

but you’re already a goner and chenle is left fuming by himself

despite his annoyance he still adjusts you so he can piggyback you home and hums songs softly every time you stir (灬♥ω♥灬)

you’ll have to baby him an entire week to pay him back

Park Jisung

this boy is actually quite pleased

because for once he can take care of you and not the other way around without any complaints coming from you

so you both end up curled into each other under a blanket while watching the Frozen movies :((((((((

and for once he ends up watching you more than he watches the movie because you’re so cute reciting all of Olaf’s lines ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱

but the fun can only last for so long

and when your mouth starts feeling ‘funny’ jisung’s mind goes haywire

“sung, i’m gonna die”

panic panic PANIC (ｼ;ﾟДﾟ)ｼ

“they poisoned you didn’t they??? i knew it!! i knew dentists are evil, how am i gonna explain i let crazy doctors perform dark magic on you???!!?!?” no offense to dentists y’all are life savers

so you have at least 2 ice packs and a bag of frozen peas clutched against your cheek and you swear you’re about to die from frostbite rather than the weird feeling coming from your teeth 

and then jisung wraps you in a mountain of blankets cuz ‘we can’t have you catching a cold now too’ as if sweating your ass off is gonna fight off the numbing cold on your face  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but babie is confused a tad lot bit scared for both his and your life

and you’re kinda very dazed so comforting him isn’t really in your agenda

he probably worries within an inch of his life ヾ( ๑´д`๑)ﾂ

too afraid to let you fall asleep just in case

so every time you doz off sweet cutie jisung just kithes you (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

and you wake up just to kiss back your cute boyfriend

and he just chuckles and blows raspberries on your neck man jisung would be such a cute whipped boyfriend

but he ends up asleep next to you with his face buried in your hair and arms tightly wrapped around you cocooning you close to himself ah i’m getting soft again ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

[norisxfics]

NCT 127′s Dorm Maid: Ch.1 - Intro

Title: NCT 127′s Dorm Maid

Chapter: 1

Genre: Smut

Rated: R 

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Summary: When NCT's Dorm maid falls ill, her niece takes her place and becomes NCT's new dorm maid. NCT weren't unfamiliar with the girl as she has substituted for her aunt many times before. But this time it was different, this time she was going to become their permanent dorm maid as her aunt was forced to retire because of her health. NCT members quickly grow fond of the girl, but little did she know this also meant that she was going to be a hell of a lot more busy than she expected.

A/n: This chapter is more of an intro

When my aunt fell Ill she had recommended me to take over her position as a dorm maid. I was already interested in being a maid previously and I have even gone to a maid academy in England for it. Why did I go all the way to England for a maid academy you ask? I just absolutely love the idea of  being a maid. I don't know why but it had always appealed to me since I loved cleaning and I was good at it.

I hope one day maybe I could become a maid in a mansion or maybe even a royal maid. Mostly so that I could wear a cute maid uniform. My ex boyfriend told me it probably appealed to me since I enjoyed being submissive, he was probably right.

Anyway, back to my aunt. She fell ill and could no longer work, she was forced to retire. My aunt told me everything I needed to know and even had some notes for me. She told me I could move in with her to her apartment with her since she had an extra room. I packed my things and brought them over to the apartment and took my time setting up my bedroom space.

Once I was settled I plopped down onto my bed and read through the notes. I had substituted for my aunt before so I already knew who she was working for.

They were members of a popular boy group called NCT 127. To be honest I never knew who they were before, I never really looked into idols, I would just listen to whatever I thought sounded good. Of course I did have some groups and soloists that I was a big fan of, like Lee Hyori, Rain, TVXQ, and so on.

The first time I substituted for my aunt, she told me they were celebrities but I didn't know who, I honestly didn't care either, I just wanted to do my job, get paid, and go home. They boys didn't know that I had no clue who they were until my third time substituting.

After that day I looked into them some more, and honestly they made some good music. I even watched a few of their shows just to understand them a bit more. I became a fan of them I guess, but I wasn't crazy about them.

I woke up early the next day and put on a pair of comfortable shorts a grey t-shirt before putting my hair up in a bun. I was going to be cleaning and working all day so I wanted to be comfortable and didn't want to have to worry about ruining my clothes.

After I had a bagel I head out of the apartment and stepped into the elevator and went up to the 5th floor.

Oh, right. I forgot to mention, my aunts apartment was in the same building where NCT lived, it was more convenient for work.

Once I was on the 5th floor I walked over to their apartment door and keyed in the passcode to the door before entering.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" I called out as I took my shoes off and slipped into the house slippers that were meant for my aunt. I was soon greeted by an older male who smile at me "I was waiting for you Mina, I'm their manager, I've already told the boys about the situation so they'll be out to greet you soon, they're just getting ready to go out," I nodded my head and bowed  before he led me inside. He didn't need to show me around as I was already familiar with the place.

The boys soon came out and greeted me. The members who lived on this floor were Johnny, Haechan, Doyoung and Taeyong.

"It's nice to see you again Mina! We look forward to seeing you around more...oh also tell your aunt we really miss her, she was really sweet and we loved having her around!" Taeyong grinned and I smiled back at him, before I could reply Haechan chimed in "I already miss her cooking, she's a really great cook! Ugh I just drool thinking about her food..."

I let out a small chuckle "so you just miss her for her food?" I teased.

"No no! Of course not!" He shook his head put his hands up to deny it.

"I know I'm just teasing you,"

Haechan let out a sigh of relief. The boys soon left for their schedules and I was left alone to do my job.

I grabbed their laundry and sorted the clothes, separating the whites from the colored before I loaded the washer. After than I began dusting off every book and cranny followed by vacuuming and sweeping.

When I was finished I cooked a simple meal for them to have once they got back.

I made my way to the 10th floor where Mark, Taeil, Yuta, Jaehyun and Jungwoo lived. The apartment was of course empty. Once again, I got everything I needed to get done done.

The boys had gotten home around the same time I had finished cooking. The boys all walked in saying how they smelled something good. I came out and formally greeted them as their new permanent maid.

"What did you make? It smells so good!" Mark exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm starving, is it ready?" Yuta chimed in.

"The food is ready if you want to eat now, I'll go set the table,"

They had asked me to eat with them so I did. They all complimented my cooking saying it was just as good as my aunts cooking which honestly made me really happy. Once the boys had finished eating I did the dishes and made sure they didn't need anything else before I made my way back to the 5th floor apartment to check on them as well.

It seems they had also enjoyed the food down here as well and everything seemed to be going well. Before I left Johnny suggested that we should all gather tonight to just hang out and get to know me better so that I could be more comfortable being around them. Their manager agreed and asked me if I would like that. I nodded my head as I saw no harm in doing that.

The boys from the 10th floor came down and we all sat down together and chatted, we asked each other questions and soon the conversation turned into a bunch of jokes and laughter.

After all they would be seeing me almost daily from now on and this could help me understand their needs better.

I excused myself as soon as it started getting dark out and headed straight into the shower once I had gotten home. It seemed like things were going to be pretty easy around here.

Though I definitely did not expect what was to come.

What I thought was going to be a normal life of a maid just doing maid things, had suddenly take a turn.

My maid life became more....interesting to say the least.

And it all started when I walked into his room.....

[fullsundh]

Virtual Reality! Haechan AU

Meraki is the name of the new virtual reality that has become a huge craze

The word Meraki means ‘the essence of yourself that is put into your work’ and that is the soul purpose of this new reality

The creator programmed Meraki so that people could escape from the troubles of the harsh reality that the future generation lived in

Meraki was made so that people could have a second chance

A second chance to put themselves into their work within this virtual world where anything is possible.

And that’s why people loved using Meraki so much

In there, anything was doable and you had the ability to lead a completely different life.

All you had to do was design an avatar so that no one would know what you looked like in reality

And then create a fake name/username to make sure that people couldn’t figure out who you actually were.

However there is one dangerous side to Meraki

That’s the Rataxias.

‘Rataxia’ comes from the word oneirataxia which means the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

And that’s exactly what was wrong with these players

The Rataxias are players who have been brainwashed by the realness of the virtual reality and now believe it to be the only reality that matters.

Everyone is reminded to beware of them as they hunt vulnerable users and hack your avatar

Once you’re hacked to join the Rataxia there’s no logging back into the real world.

Lee Donghyuck was apart of a group of players that logged into the VR to prevent Rataxia attacks and was known as the user ‘Haechan’

His job was to work with his team (dream) and protect the people who were on the attack list.

And that’s how he came to meet you.

You weren’t new to the platform of Meraki however you didn’t use it as often as the average person would

You found more sense in the real world

After all, no matter how far you make it in the virtual world

It’s not real

And that’s why you were selected as a target for the Rataxia

They figured that if someone with such a low status in the game was hacked, no one would notice.

n this is where haechan comes into the picture.

The dreamies use a database that scans every user’s score within the VR

If your achievement score is below a certain point then you’re assigned a ‘watcher’

These watchers will secretly stalk follow you around the Meraki to figure out if you’re being targeted or not

And guess who donghyuck was assigned to watch bitch

YOU!!!

When Hyuck first glanced at your profile he couldn’t help but blush a little uwuwu

But his cute lil moment to himself was quickly over has he realised he had to stay professional

Your life was at risk after all and the way your avatar looked was not how you looked irl :/

At first his duty was only to look out for you from afar. He’d never speak to you or make his presence visible to you, he was only there just in case you were attacked.

However, as time passed and more attacks were taking place in the VR, the risk of you getting into danger increased and soon enough you became a ‘code red’

This meant that Haechan would now have to involve himself in your virtual life to ensure that he was there pretty much 24/7 whilst you were logged into Meraki.

So one day you logged into Meraki after a really stressful day at school just to relax your mind for a while

You were just happily minding your business admiring the VR beach that was around you, taking in deep breaths of the salty sea air and letting the dry and soft sand espcape through your fingers. Life in the real world was so different from this. A busy and dirty city, no beaches in sight.

“It’s crazy how realistic it is, isn’t it?” You heard a stranger’s voice behind you

You looked behind you and there stood haechan, watching you as you dug your feet further into the sand, curious to see if there was ever an end to the realism of the stimulation.

You hummed in agreement as the stranger walked over and sat near you

“You score is below the average” he pointed out as he scanned your avatar for your basic player information, a thing everyone does when meeting in the VR. “I’m guessing you don’t get on here much”.

You don’t know why but something about this boy just instantly made you feel comfortable, you smiled at him and went along with his conversation.

“No I only come here when I need some time to myself. I’m one of the very few people nowadays that focus more on the real world”.

You lifted up your sleeve and held up your arm to let your wrist-device scan his player information. You gasped at the countless digits that appeared next to his user score.

“Well...” you paused quickly to read over his fake online name “...haechan. Your score is wayyyy too high do you even log off?!?!”

He let out a loud laugh at how shocked you were at his undoubtedly impressive score.

“I bet you must have a real bad life if you choose to spend so much time on here. I’m getting vibes that you’re an ugly old man that just comes on here to chat up strangers at the beach!” You teased him

“Actually...” it was his turn to pause to read your online name “...*your online name*. I get countless compliments about my looks in the real world” he smirked to himself. “Some even go as far to say my smile is brighter than the sun!”

You rolled your eyes at his sudden cockiness.

“Ha! With the amount of time you spend in the VR I bet you haven’t seen the sun for a good few years. I bet you’re super pale”

“Well actually,,, my skin is pretty tanned-“

You quickly cut him off by hurriedly placing your hand to his lips, letting out a loud ‘ssshhhhhh’

“HAECHAN WE CAN’T DESCRIBE WHAT WE LOOK LIKE IN THE REAL WORLD ON MERAKI!!”

You suddenly realised you had just touched a stranger’s lips so you quickly pulled your hand away and rambled to cover your embarrassment.

“It’s against the rules, we could get fined!! It clearly states in the terms and conditions that you must make your avatar different to your actual appearance and never share your real name or personal descriptions of any kind!!”

Haechan was staring at you with a shocked expression

You felt saddened because you knew you had freaked him out by your actions of panic

“....you actually bothered to read the terms and conditions?”

You let out a relieved sigh and started smiling like an idiot, glad your new friend wasn’t angry with you.

~

after meeting haechan you slowly started to log into the VR more and more until you logged on daily just to spend time with your new online friend.

You two were sat atop of one of Meraki’s skyscrapers located in the central hub, admiring the nightlife of millions of players enjoying themselves in the brightly lit city below.

“You know...” you stopped to carefully think up what you were going to say to haechan next, he looked over to you, “it’s sad we can’t actually see each other in the real world”

He looked back out to the view in front of him and sighed, it broke his heart to know what he was about to do next.

“Your score has increased *your online name*”

You looked at him puzzled

“Haechan how does my score have anything to do with what I just said? Did you even hear me?”

“So my job here is done.”

“Haechan stop messing around what are you talking about?”

You heard him hold back what sounded like a quiet sob and then watched him as he stood up.

“The Rataxias attack players with low scores. You were in danger so my team sent me out to encourage you to bring up your score by giving you a reason to log in more often”

It was your turn to stand up and walk over to him

All you could feel was confusion and hurt at the sudden confession from, who you thought was, your friend.

“So you’re telling me all of this...” you angrily pointed between you and haechan as tears started streaming down your face “...was all fake?!?”

Haechan looked at you with an unreadable expression

“We’re in a VR. Everything around you is fake, even whatever friendship you thought we had”

You completely broke down after hearing those words leave the mouth of someone who you seriously considered important to you.

“Goodbye *your online name*” haechan whispered as he pressed a button on his wrist-device.

You tried to run towards him to convince him to stop in a panic of cries

Haechan slowly started to pixilate and faded into nothing

A computerised voice echoed in your ear

“User: Haechan. has logged out of Meraki”

The words repeated in your mind as you stood there, alone and crying.

He really was gone.

A.N: I will be writing a second part to this and hopefully it’ll have a nicer ending:) once it’s written and published I’ll link it at the end of this post!

[jaedaysix-blog]

lifeguard! mark lee

requested: yes

hi sweetie! thank you so much for requesting this! I’m so excited because mark is my nct bias and I really wanted to write something summery for him!! I really hope you enjoy ✧ magnolia

✥ For the most part, you enjoyed your summer job

✥ You worked the snack bar at your local town pool selling ice pops and cold drinks to all the kids and teenagers that hung out there

✥ And sometimes when your boss was in a bad mood, you cleaned the bathrooms

✥ The job wasn’t that hard, other than dealing with annoying middle school boys asking if you would “practice mouth to mouth on them”

✥ To which you would respond that you weren’t even a lifeguard with a roll of your eyes

✥ But all in all, it payed well and kept you busy during the summer

✥ And your coworkers were all very friendly and cheered you up when you were having a slow day!

✥ Your best friend at the pool was towel boy Johnny, he always cracked jokes and kept the spirits up when the pool wasn’t busy

✥ And if some of those middle school boys were bothering you he would always step in and tell them off for you, even if you didn’t need him too

✥ “Alright kids she’s about 6 years too old for you, keep dreaming”

✥ Which would make you laugh

✥ And then there was lifeguard Mark

✥ He mostly watched over the baby pool

✥ (Because he hated yelling at the kids who were running on deck or did belly flops in the big pool- he left that to Yuta)

✥ And you had never really talked to Mark, he seemed shy

✥ He mostly kept to himself and two other lifeguards named Jaemin and Haechan

✥ You two would just exchange the everyday “goodmornings” and “how are yous”

✥ But he was adorable

✥ (Just imagine mark in those bright red shorts and sunglasses with a line of sunscreen across his nose aw)

✥ He hated using his whistle because it scared the kids

✥ And speaking of kids, all of them loved him

✥ The children in the kiddie pool were always begging Mark to play with them

✥ And of course, when your boss wasn’t looking, mark would give in because he was such a sweetheart and had a soft spot for those kids

✥ The job suited him really well

✥ Especially on days like today

✥ It was the middle of July and one of the hottest days of the year

✥ The pool was so crowded, and you were exhausted from handing out all that sticky ice cream for hours

✥ Not even Johnny had time to crack a joke or stop by your stand

✥ Yuta was probably about to have an asthma attack from how many times he had to blow the whistle

✥ You’re pretty sure Haechan and Jaemin were napping in the break room

✥ And mark just looked plain tired

✥ But mostly everything was running smooth

✥ Until you heard that piercing scream followed by sobs overpowering the numerous conversations that were common on busy days

✥ Your head snapped up to see where the crying was coming from and most of the chatter faded away

✥ Your eyes landed on a crying child that had fell right in front of the kiddie pool, blood running down his little knees

✥ And you saw Mark run over to that child and scoop him in his arms

✥ Oh boy

✥ Despite being a popular place for kids to hang out, not many injuries occurred on the daily

✥ And this place was employed by mostly teenagers, none of you really had any medical knowledge

✥ All you had was a little first aid kit that you kept under your snack stand

✥ So mark carried the poor little boy over to you

✥ And normally mark was amazing with kids, but the boy in his arms would not stop crying

✥ Mark looked at you with a frantic look in his eyes, something that, had you not been in that situation would have made you giggle

✥ But now was not the time for laughing

✥ “Here hand him to me” you said gently while mark handed him over the counter “Tell Jaemin to take over the kiddie pool and then come back”

✥ Mark quickly nodded and rushed off to find Jaemin to cover for him

✥ You turned you attention to the little boy in front of you, he had snot running down his nose and his eyes were overflowing with tears

✥ Carefully, you took some napkins and wiped his nose and dabbed at his tears while talking to him in a soothing voice

✥ “Hey buddy, what’s your name? My name is y/n”

✥ He sniffled while you reached for your first aid kid, “M-Minho”

✥ “Well Minho, you took quite the fall, but don’t worry! I can make your boo boo all better!” You whispered while cleaning his cut out with water

✥ You hadn’t noticed Mark watching you until he reached over and grabbed Minhos hand

✥ “Squeeze Mark when it hurts, he’s strong he can handle it!” You said as you pulled out antibacterial spray

✥ Mark let out a light chuckle, relieved to see you taking control of the situation

✥ “Now this might sting a little bit but remember what I said about squeezing Mark” you cooed as you sprayed his knee

✥ You watched as Mark pretended to be in pain as Minhos tiny hands squeezed marks larger ones

✥ It made Minho laugh like crazy and complete forget about the pain in his knee

✥ “He’s not THAT strong!” Minho said as you put a race car bandaid over his cut

✥ “You’re right” you giggled, “You’re much stronger!”

✥ Mark looked up at you and pouted causing you to giggle more

✥ “Heyyy” he whined making Minho laugh even more

✥ You reached back under your counter and pulled out a popsicle and handed it to Minho

✥“There you go buddy! You’re all patched up” you said with a smile

✥ The bright smiles on minhos face grew as the little boy wrapped his arms around you in a hug

✥ and mark, not before flashing you a huge smile and mouthing “thank you”, picked up the little boy and brought him back to the kiddie pool

✥ Your little interaction with Mark just made him 10x cuter to you

✥ And after that day he always made it a point to come over and talk to you while he was on his lunch break

✥ Or before his shift

✥ Or just whenever he had time to talk to you

✥ But of course this caused relentless teasing from Johnny

✥ “It seems like Mr.Lee has taken quite the liking to you Ms. Y/N”

✥ “Oh shut up Johnny”

✥ “LOOK He’S LiTtErALLY STARING AT YOU RIGHT NOW”

✥ But Johnny wasn’t wrong

✥ You did notice Mark glancing at you sometimes, then his ears turning red when you noticed and tbh it made your heart flutter

✥ Even Yuta came over to ask you what was up with Mark

✥ “So like why does he talk to you all the time? I once asked him what time his shift started and he couldn’t even look me in the eyes”

✥ Yes Mark was shy, but man did that boy have a soft spot for you now

✥ 100% guarantee that Haechan and Jaemin were his person hype men, always encouraging him to ask you out

✥ They even told all of Marks other friends about his little crush on you so the rest of the dreamies all showed up one day just to stare at you

✥ And tbh you wanted him to ask you out already but you didn’t see it happening any time soon

✥ So after closing one day, you approached him, and sucked it up

✥ “Hey Mark!”

✥ “O-oh hey Y/n! I’m just finishing up here” he said as he folded some towels and placed them in the storage cabinet “what’s up?”

✥ “Do you want to maybe go see a movie sometime?”

✥ You were so forward that it shocked him but his ears did that cute thing when they turned red and a big smile broke out on his face

✥ “Yes, yes I would love that” he said giddily and you let out a breath of relief

✥ “Great” you said, matching his enthusiasm and smiling back at him

✥ (Making his heart flutter)

✥ “Hey if you wait around for a couple more minutes, I can walk you home?” He said, face even more red

✥ But you just smiled and lifted yourself onto the counter

✥ “That sounds perfect”

✥ (Little did you know that Johnny, Haechan, and Jaemin were all still there hiding in the closet ready to tease you two tomorrow fjdnbdbsja!!!!)

[sunflowerstrays]

missing you // lee donghyuck // nct

anon requested this: hi there! can i maybe request a haechan imagine where you both hadn't seen each other in a long time (cause of his schedule) and one night while you have your daily call with him you start to cry because you miss him so much. and then he suddenly stands next to you (in like a surprise visit) what comes after that is in your hands! anyways thank you so much 💘

lee donghyuck x reader.

words: 2.2k.

genre: fluff fluff fluff.

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“Good evening doll,” Donghyuck’s voice on the other end of the phone instantly makes you tear up as you sit alone on your little balcony, looking over the city and wishing more than anything that he was here with you, and not in Japan still prompting NCT’s Japanese debut album. You’d be lying if you said Chain wasn’t one of your favourite NCT 127 songs, but you hated it just as much because it meant that Donghyuck would be spending a whole two months away from you.

At first you had video-called him every night, and seeing his face had made you smile because it made it easier for you to fall asleep, and the sooner you fell asleep, the sooner Donghyuck would be home. However when it had hit three weeks of him being gone, you had felt yourself slowly descending into insanity; now you were only two weeks away from being beside him again, but you weren’t sure if you was going to be able to make that.

“Hello,” you reply, trying to cover the sadness in your voice. You were wearing your favourite jumper of his, welcoming it like one of his hugs; it’s overwhelming warmness and his scent both mix to make up what should be Donghyuck - of course it isn’t, but without it you would have given up a long time ago. “How was your day Duckie?”

“Oh I haven’t missed those nicknames,” he teases, making you roll your eyes. As you shift on your chair and stare at the starry night, you focus on his voice, noticing how it sounds like he is running, or at least has been recently. You want to question his breathless tone, but would rather hear him ramble forever.

“Yuta took us to his favourite shopping mall today. We had to film another episode for our favourite show, but we got to eat some really interesting Japanese foods as well that were really weird but cool. There was also this adorable little shop with these cute stationary things that I think you would have loved,” Donghyuck says, making your heart ache. Of course he would associate a stationary store with you, and the fact that he thought of you makes you want to start crying.

“It sounds really cool,” you say, “I hope you took lots of photos of the stationary. We must go there one day.”

“Oh, I did!” Donghyuck replies, definitely sounding more breathless now than he had done previously. “I bought these tiny little paper clip things, Johnny says he thinks they will look great in your hair,” he laughs, making you roll your eyes at the older boy’s goofiness. The day that Johnny takes anything seriously will be a miracle.

“Oh you didn’t have to, Hyuckie,” you say, reaching for the locket around your throat that had a photo of you and him inside. It was your favourite photo of the pair of you, taking by Johnny when they had dragged you along to a day at an amusement park. Donghyuck had picked you up and jokingly threatened to throw you into the river when you had associated him with the ducks floating on the stream, and Johnny had seen the mild bickering the perfect opportunity for a photo. Since then that photo has been Hyuck’s phone wallpaper, and sat in the locket on your chest.

He had bought you the necklace for your one year anniversary and you refused to take it off for anything.

Just touching the locket and being curled up in his jumper was enough to make you start crying. It had been so long since you had had anyone to curl up and nap with, or to cuddle with and chat until the two of you had passed out. The other dream boys had kept you good enough company, and you had crashed in the Dream dorm on multiple occasions whilst waiting for him to come home. At first you had been able to mask your sadness by spending the entire time with them in their dance studio just like you would if Hyuck was home, but since the three week mark and your first complete breakdown over his absence, you had barely been able to keep your emotions controlled when Renjun would sing Donghyuck’s lines in dance practices.

“y/n, are you there my love?” Donghyuck asks, and you realise that you had accidentally forgotten to answer him whilst you had been sat there basically crying to yourself. Something warm splashes on your hands, and you realise that you had actually started crying whilst thinking about how much you missed him.

“Hey yes I’m here,” you say, forcing yourself to sound brighter than you felt. “Sorry, you caught me daydreaming there.”

“Don’t apologise,” Hyuck says softly, finally sounding like he isn’t trying to catch his breath anymore. You know that they have a final performance coming up fairly soon, so you figure he was most likely practising for that recently. “Tell me about your day, I want to hear all about it.”

So you do as he wishes. You tell him how Jaemin and Renjun took you a quiet little restaurant for lunch and after you had dragged them to the cinema to thank them for looking after you at this time. Hyuck sulks when you tell him you had seen the new superhero movie without him, but you roll your eyes at him despite feeling bad anyway.

“In my defence Hyuckie the film came out the day after you left, and wouldn’t be in cinemas by the time you came home. I figured I had to see it with someone!” You say, making him chuckle despite his still sulking tone. “I’ll make it up to you when you come home, I promise. Movie marathon?”

“I might just have to take Jisung to see something else with me,” Hyuck jokes, making you laugh through your silent tears. You would give up anything to see his stupid smile in person right now, to feel his arms around your waist or his weight in the bed beside you. 

“Jisung didn’t want to see it - we asked, but he said he’d rather be stuck in Japan with you guys than in a superhero showing with Renjun,” you say, making Hyuck laugh really loudly. Wherever he is echoes his laughter, making your heart ache even more than you thought possible.

“This kid hates us, I swear,” Donghyuck says, his voice light and calm as if he were grinning brightly. You smile back, patting the tears on your cheeks away and putting your book that you had been reading on the floor beside your chair. 

The whole apartment that you share with Donghyuck feels empty like a shell without him inside of it, lifeless and lonely.You never appreciated how much light Donghyuck brought to everything whilst he had been here, but now that it had been a month and half without him and his loud laugh, bright personality and constant warmth, the house had just been a cave.

“y/n are you sure everything is okay? You keep going very distant and quiet on me tonight,” he says softly, making you laugh through another sob.

“I just miss you, Hyuck. It’s been so awful without you, and I really am trying my best to stay afloat at the minute, but it’s impossibly hard when all I want is a hug-”

There’s a loud knocking through the apartment that makes you stop, instantly worry about who would be bashing down your door at this time. You aren’t expecting anyone and the Dreamies all have a habit of barging in the apartment whether you’d like them to or not.

“Everything okay?” Donghyuck says, his jokey voice from earlier completely removed and leaving a panicked tone in it’s place.

“Yeah, some idiot it trying to knock down my door, they’ve probably got the wrong room to be fair,” you say, slowly making your way through the apartment to open the door. Donghyuck laughs but tells you to be careful as you unlock the front door, telling the other person to calm down. As you open the door you are ready to tell whoever it is that they’ve got the wrong door, or tell Chenle that you don’t have any ice cream left.

What you don’t expect is Donghyuck to be standing there, a backpack on his shoulders and his eyes sleepy with overworked exhaustion.

“Hyuckie,” you say, feeling your eyes fill up with tears as he steps into the apartment and opens his arms for a hug. You don’t hesitate to jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing him until you could burst. The tears roll hot down your face as he chuckles, carrying you into the apartment and holding you up surprisingly well. “Am I dreaming?”

“I don’t think so,” Donghyuck grins at you, carrying you to the balcony and taking your seat from earlier. He sets you on his lap and kisses you softly before wiping away all of his tears. “I missed you so much. My managers will definitely kill me for this, y/n, so I hope you are happy.”

“Hyuck I love you so much,” you say, willing yourself to stop crying because of how ugly it was making you look. “I don’t deserve you-”

“I don’t want to hear that,” he says, kissing you until you stop talking that nonsense. “I love you too, y/n, and nothing will change that. No matter how many miles or oceans are between us, or crazy fans and batty managers.”

“Will your managers actually kill you?” You ask, sitting across his lap and resting your hands on his chest. “Because I would have rather waited three weeks than have you dead forever, you know.”

“Just know that they weren’t very happy when Johnny threatened to fly me back to Korea himself,” Donghyuck says, making you giggle as you rest your hands on his shoulders. He grips on to you like you might disappear otherwise, smiling to yourself as you let your tears dry and play with the ends of his hair that curl between your fingers.

“I missed you so much, Duckie,” you say quietly, and he nods.

“Me too, doll. It’s been awful,” he sighs, dropping his head. “I hate it so much sometimes. Most of the time I know I’m living the dream but right now? It sucks so much, especially when I want to do is cuddle and lie with you.”

“Oh stop it you’ll make me cry again,” you say, falling in love with the way he looks in the moonlight and hoping he never leaves you again. “I love you, Lee Donghyuck.”

“I guess you are okay some of the time,” he jokes, making you throw your head back in annoyance and just let out a breathy scream to the stars. He laughs hysterically at your acts, pulling you flat to his chest and squeezing you tightly. “I’m lying. I love you so much, y/n, that whenever I’m away from you it hurts to think of you.”

“Oof, don’t be so cheesy,” you say, resting your head on his chest and looking up at him. “It’s distasteful.”

“Shall I just fly back to Japan then? I’ve only got two days here, but I guess that can be time spent rehearsing well,” Donghyuck says, pretending to be offended by your comment.

“The next time you leave this building I’m holding on to your leg. You aren’t leaving me again anytime soon,” you say stubbornly, making Donghyuck laugh again. The way he laughs lifts your sore and sad heart into the sky, soaring through the stars as he nuzzles his nose in your hair and just reminds himself that despite all the hardships the two of you face, he is happy.

And he wouldn’t change it for the world.

“So wait,” you say, after a long time of silence and Donghyuck just holding you as close as he can. “You told me that you went shopping in Yuta’s favourite mall today. You lied to me?”

“It was so I could surprise you!” Donghyuck exclaims, poking your nose as you pout at him. “I mean, we did go to some really cute Japanese stationery shops and I did get you some cute hair clips, as Johnny said-”

“Duckie I love you!” You say, kissing his nose as you clap your hands together, making you smile. “I can’t believe you would lie to me like this, but I can take cute as heck paper clips!”

As you sat there grinning like a little child, Donghyuck couldn’t think about else other than how much he loved you - you truly were the most incredible thing in his life.

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i was very soft whilst writing this so its a little soppy but also very soft uwu.

[kamila-tiff]

when somebody asked, "what did you get from 2020?"

hello, fella.

I found something that somehow could bring my other side back. actually, I found it years ago but it was gone due to another thing I got to work on. and that thing meant a llllllot of things, yup, early busy college life. it was something that could distract me from the sadness I felt, the burdens I held, and other hustles and bustles I carried. it brought a whole meaning of happiness instantly. no need to worry about the due date, no need to worry about the slumped assignments. well it was totally needed to worry but I just ignored them because 'damn I don't care all I want is fun".

you know what, fella? it's fangirling!

lol this would be a hilarious post but I just realized how fangirling affected my life so much. I've always been stanning boy or girl groups since years ago. but somehow I (thought I) finally retired on 2017, even though I still casually listened to the songs and got the updates. it turned out on 2019 that the retirement was temporary lol joke on you, kamila. my long-lost fangirling soul was back. I was realllly happy and I really missed that kind of feeling. to get insane over a standing-only man or a bbuing-bbuing man, to scream in front of my screen, to grip a pillow because of the cuteness I couldn't hold anymore when watching them, and so on.

months after, the group that I liked disbanded. (tragic background music plays). it upset me a lot, and that long-lost fangirling soul was tragically lost again. but somehow I was grateful because that time, I felt like fangirling was a bad distraction for me and I got to escape from that no matter what. well I still casually enjoyed the songs, I still watched the music videos. vibingggg.

2020: "hello, the lost soul, you're here again, eh?"

the soul: "well I got nothing else to do! people got nothing else to do! we got nowhere to go, everything was on screen. my world was on screen. that was when I found them back!"

my friend poisoned me with a group that I already liked–but not that deep–to become 'Why are they so cool? Why are they doing this to me?! I need to get out from this fandom but I can't!' kind of stan. but somehow it was a thing that could still make me 'feel' that year. feeling happy, crazy, in love, sad, anticipating for what came next, disappointed for what didn't come, waiting for another surprise, and such. there was a famous line "2020 might be the worst year, but not for nctzens". It was 3000% true! I felt totally spoiled and fed by many things and it kept me sane. I had a lot of things to do even though just by staying at home but how could I survive with less amount of happiness intake? and that fangirling sould could fulfill it. not only that, my close friends were also stanning the same group. I always got someone to get crazy and hype with. I was never alone. there was always something to laugh at, as small thing as a funny tweet or video. it doubled the joy.

fangirling allowed me to take a rest from what I was facing. it also became my daily happiness intake. I watched their videos, I got happy from it. I shared it to my friends or vice versa, I laughed over it together, the happiness got doubled. it was simple but it really was fascinating. seeing the group got an achievement made me feel like I was the one who won lol. it seems weird until you feel it by yourself!

anyway, this is just my thought. isn't being a fangirl is just the same as um, let's say, a football supporter? you spend time watching the football players play football, if it becomes your hobby or passion then you also play football. a fangirl spends the time to watch the idols performing, and if they like dancing, singing, or making songs too, they may do it. buying merchandises, meeting other fans around the world, voting the idols to win. isn't it the same? so, what's wrong with that?

and I don't think being a fangirl is limited by age. it could be anyone, any age, and no need to feel too old for that as long as we are happy! and don't forget about our own world too because lee haechan once said that we need to focus on what we are doing, your idol is just someone who passes by. meanwhile our life is the thing that will last. ok lee haechan-ssi!

that's it, I am going back to see another update. thanks 2020 I finally found my other comfort and joy.

[ambwimagines]

Decadent Dongsaeng

You x Jungkook x Johnny Seo

Genre : Read and find out

You had always loved K-pop and it was no secret you were attracted to Korean men 27 of the boyfriends you had left you because they were sick of competing with what they liked to call ‘some Korean pretty boy with bangs’ and they shouldn’t have had to. You figured it was time to stop daydreaming and do something about your obsession, put some action to your words. There you were with a plane ticket and an absurd prayer that things wouldn’t go the opposite of what you want. A one-way ticket because you did NOT plan on coming back. The entire plane ride you thought about your friends and your family and what you would be leaving behind over this silly obsession but you didn’t care. It was high time you did something that made you happy. You moved into your cushy, yet super spacious 3-bedroom apartment your own little piece of heaven. You started seeing familiar faces walking past your apartment complex some of which you knew all too good others a little. Soon you found out that your apartment complex and both the dorms of NCT 127 and BTS were within a 3-mile radius of each other. Now that’s not too close but it’s also not all that far either. First it was a collective of short ‘HIs’ and HELLOs to all the members as they passed on their daily commute to wherever. Overtime you developed a relationship with all of the members of both BTS and NCT 127. They came to your house countless of times, ate dinner, hung out with you, played your game console that you hardly ever touched since you moved. They called you their ‘Dongsaeng’ In Korea it is a title or something someone calls you to show proper respect. It made sense somewhat being you were younger than all of them all except for Mark Lee who was your favorite. But the most common of faces you saw more than anyone else’s was Jung Kook and Johnny Seo. You could tell they loved being around you their faces lit up whenever you said anything. Your super corny jokes made them laugh the hardest. They both loved how cute, bubbly, and playful your personality was. It was so refreshing to them, plus your generous kind-hearted spirit and your ability to cheer them up when they were at their lowest. They both loved you and they really wanted you bad but they wouldn’t let you know that until this one night. You invited them over to watch ‘Ratatouille ‘one of your favorite Disney movies. You knew they couldn’t resist some alone time with you. You watched the bag of microwave popcorn turn around and around until you received a knock on the door. You energetically got up to answer it. “Johnny & Jung Kook oppa so nice to see you guys” You said as you hugged them both at the same time “You look beautiful Y/N” they say almost in unison “Thank you guys, how are the rest of my babies doing are they okay ?” “Well Mark, Taeyong, Do young and Haechan went shopping Jaehyun and Taeil went somewhere so it was just me in the dorm but they’re all good I’m sure.” Johnny Confirms “Yeah, everyone else is back at the dorm they told me to tell you hi and they love you.” Jung Kook adds “Aww, tell them I love them too. Okay the popcorn is almost done so go have a seat and make yourselves comfortable. You guys need anything else let me know alright ?” “Yes, dongsaeng thank you for your hospitality.” Johnny Says You give him a cute smile and continue doing what it was you were doing before they came in. They both took a seat on the couch leaving a spot in the middle for you to sit. They look at each other for a moment until one of them begin to speak “Johnny Hyung” “Yes Jung Kook” “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not but, I have certain feelings about the dongsaeng we share” “What kind of feelings?” Johnny snarls “Dirty, nasty, erotic feelings, I mean my hair has been growing like crazy and I have constant dreams about her pleasuring me, I look down at her she gives me her cute and shy smile that drives me absolutely crazy. Sending me right over that peak making me- “ “Stop……. I believe I get your point.” Johnny interrupts “Listen I know how you feel but, that’s our dongsaeng our beautiful, sweet, respectable dongsaeng and no matter what urges we have we must respect her got it?” Johnny continues “Yes Hyung, you’re right” Jung Kook slumps down in his seat like a sad kid who can’t have his way “But, you have them too right?” Jung Kook questions “Well of course, I can’t imagine a straight man on this earth who wouldn’t looking at Y/N Dongsaeng” They both examined you from across the room looking at every detail of your glorious body. Your apple hips, your perfect C-Cup breast, your soft, plush, behind defined by your black Nike compression shorts that just mold perfectly to your body. They both let out a sigh of astonishment at how amazing one woman can look let alone be for that matter. “Listen uhh…. Jung kook all that stuff I said about respecting her?” Johnny asks “Yeah?” Jung kook answers back eager to know the rest of Johnny’s thought “Forget all of it, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave this house without feeling her.” “That’s what I’m saying, Listen I have a plan but you have to be with me okay?” “I’m with you.” Johnny assures him “ I believe we can get her to sleep with both of us at the same time” “A Threesome?” Johnny Asks “Yes, and if we just tell her how we feel then she will feel the love in the room and all three of us let our bodies succumb to passion until we all reach our climaxes.” “Yeah, but when?” Johnny asks “When the timing is right my friend, patience is key.” Jung Kook says putting his hand on Johnny’s shoulder “Don’t put your hands on me.” Johnny says moving his hand “Sorry, Hyung” Jung kook quickly apologizes You return to the both of them sitting on the couch with coy smiles placed across their faces. And you being around them and knowing them for so long you know whenever they smile like that they are planning on something. Something either bad or good but something none the less. “Okay guys jig is up, what is it ?” “What’s what?” Johnny asks pretending to be confused. Jung Kook’s eyes get wider and wider as he realizes that you’re close to finding out his secret feelings for you. You sensed Jung kook’s nervousness it radiated from him as he sat beside you. “Jung Kook oppa” “yes dongsaeng” Jung kook answers “What’s going on between you and Johnny.” “It’s nothing” Johnny quickly interjects “Well if it’s nothing then let him tell me.” You respond referring to the silent shell of Jung Kook “We should all just start the movie and drop the subject.” Johnny says in an affirming tone “Okay” You grab the remote and press the play button “I will find out what’s going on by the end of this movie.” You announce sassily The movie begins and you have a good time you’re actually enjoying the movie despite the fact you’ve seen it a million times. Your male companions however Jung Kook and Johnny showed no emotion and kept the same straight face on the entire time. It’s like they were trying to concentrate or something which was weird. One of the funny parts of the movie made you laugh super hard and you slapped the thigh of both of the guys next to you letting your hand rest in that same spot. Your touch at the time was like fire to their skin with red glowing flames of lust and orange undertones of anxiety. “Dear god please don’t let her start rubbing our thighs.” Was their silent prayer. It was already hard to suppress the tent in Jung kook’s pants and/or hide it from your view. Slowly, one second after the other they slowly crumbled inside knowing yet not knowing you want them but wanting to make you want them anyway. You move your hands away from both of their thighs and rest them on your lap. Johnny looks past you right over at Jung Kook and he knows that Jung Kook is about to give in. It’s written all over his now pale absent of color face. “Hyung, I can’t take it” he mouths to Johnny “If you say anything so help me god” Johnny mouths showing Jung Kook his fist. “What is wrong with you two?” you ask getting closer to being fed up “Y/N we really can’t tell you” Jung Kook says weakly “One of you are going to tell me something or we will sit in silence until then” you spoke sternly “Y/N please don’t make us, that will only make it worse “ Jung Kook practically begged “Make it worse ? what the hell something is really wrong with you two today” you respond “Okay look, I’ll say it cause I’m the one that swore him to secrecy.” Johnny finally admits “Y/N look, we have known you for a good five years now and in those five years you’ve done a lot for us and have been so good to us.” Johnny says “All those nights you stayed up past 1 in the morning helping me with my homework you’re practically the reason I graduated.” Jung Kook adds “And the way you lifted me up and encouraged me through all that training time I spent. I thought I was never going to debut and I thought about giving it all up until you told me not to and just to hold on a bit longer then the next day I got that call I was one of the newest members of NCT 127” Johnny continues “You’re like an angel sent straight from the heavens to help us.” Jung Kook says “A strong beautiful majestic woman that we are so lucky to have.” Johnny continues “We could probably never do enough or give enough to repay you but, at least let us treat you like the princess you are Jagi, our princess.” Johnny says “Our Decadent Dongsaeng.” Jung Kook says

With that being said Jung Kook attacks your neck with his soft plush lips leaving small love bites along the way. While Johnny kisses your forehead then your nose and finally crashes his soft lips into yours. His kiss is slow and intimate yet dominant. “Stand up for us Jagi” Jung Kook whispers into your ear. Jung Kook gets behind you and removes your white tank top revealing your black lace bombshell bra. He fondles your breasts while kissing you on your shoulder. He continues to rub his boner against your back side in love with the friction it’s causing. “See what you do to us Jagi” Jung Kook whispers. Meanwhile you help Johnny remove his T-shirt from his long frame. As a token of gratitude, he continues his dangerous kisses starting where he left off which is your lips. Then your neck, the nape of your breast. Then time begins to move slower as you watch his tall frame stoop down kissing you all the way down your stomach to the hem of your shorts. Slowly he pulls them down your long legs kissing his way back up them. They return you to your original sitting position as they sit right beside you only this time both of your legs are rested on both of their thighs. “Wait” you say aloud “What” they both answer “I want to do this in my bedroom” you say “And I want you two to be naked when I get in there” you add They both scurry to your bedroom leaving nothing but a dust cloud. You loved their eagerness for you it made you feel like you were totally in control. Which you were and you loved every second of it. You hopped off of the couch proceeded down the hallway to your bedroom. Once you entered your bedroom there were two beautiful naked fully erected men you couldn’t wait to please. “Are you ready for us princess” Johnny said smirking seductively “Yes, my filthy princes” You said An awkward laugh erupted breaking the silence in the room, Johnny then walks over to you picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He lays you down gently on the bed you lift up slightly to unclasp your bra. Johnny ever so gently slides the straps down your arms. Your naked chest exposed to both of them in all of its lewd glory, they gravitate to each nipple like magnets sucking and licking and pinching your nipples making them painfully hard if they weren’t by now. Johnny sneaked further down your body leaving Jung Kook to tend to your breasts all by himself which judging from the level of zeal he didn’t mind being left to such a task all by himself. You could feel Johnny and his long fingers creeping up and down your sides. Such an intoxicating feeling it was. His fingers finally latched around the band of your underwear. Slowly he peeled them off of you, the feeling of the fabric leaving your lower body was almost as arousing as what Jung Kook was doing to you. As Jung Kook continued You felt Johnny spread your legs and blow on your rather sensitive organ. You moaned and arched your back as a response to the unexpected feeling brought on by Johnny’s actions. The next thing you felt was enough to send you over the edge single handedly. A hot wet muscle coaxed you from your opening to your clitoris. “Oh, dear god Johnny” you moaned aloud, you looked at Jung Kook and the expression he had on his face. He felt left out and you could tell. “Come stand on the side of the bed Kookie oppa.” You instructed, you knew that if you wanted something done and you wanted it done by Jeon Jung Kook then all you had to do was call him Kookie. After that he would be putty in your hands. Jung Kook did as he was told and came to your side of the bed. His length in his hand stroking it right in front of your face. As Johnny worked his magic on you, you grabbed Kookie’s rock hard length and kissed the tip of it. His entire body jerked from your action and you smiled knowing exactly your power and what you could do to him. “Please Y/N, don’t tease me like this it’s so painful.” Jung Kook begged. You ceased your torture and began your pleasure greedily taking as much of him into your mouth as you could. Feeling him twitch inside of your mouth was a feeling you weren’t quite addicted to but you sure could opt to feel it again. You looked up at him and saw his eyes roll into the back of his head in total bliss he was. Slowly you moved your head back and forth twice at least three times before you tasted his salty precum leak from the head of his length. “Stop” he says to you gently nudging your head away. Johnny gave your nether lips one last sloppy kiss before coming up from you. “Who do you want inside of you first princess?” Johnny asks stroking his length “I don’t know, settle it amongst yourselves” you say curiously, wanting to see what they do. “Rock, paper, scissors?” Jung Kook suggests “Best 2 out of 3” Johnny agrees Jung Kook wins all 3 times and comes over to you he is happy and he wants to express it but he can’t because he is trying to look sexy and cool. Which he is really failing at right now but it’s okay. “Hands and knees Jagi” Jung Kook demands You happily oblige and he adjusts you just a little bit so you’re exactly where you need to be in order to please the both of them.  You take Johnny’s length in your hands and circle his tip with your tongue looking up at him smiling. Your facial expression changes slightly when you see that he’s not exactly phased. “I’m not Jung Kook princess” he says. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jung Kook says feeling offense “What it sounds like.” Johnny simply states You take all of Johnny into your mouth savoring his taste letting your full gloss covered lips glide up and down his slicking shaft. He sucks in air through his teeth at such an erotic sight of you giving him this kind of treatment. He moves your hair out of your face releasing those sweet grunts through his teeth. “Ooooh, ugh suck me princess, suck me just like that you are so fucking good.” You finally feel Jung Kook slide into you filling you pretty nice, not as much as you could imagine Johnny filling you but it still feels good. He eagerly snapped his hips against yours. “You feel so good Jagi, so tight”. He suddenly grabs your hips and hits the turbo making you bounce all over the place. He is going so fast and hard you can feel that familiar knot in your stomach. One last super hard thrust back into you and he sends you over that familiar edge. Cumming all over his pulsating length and you try to stand up on your knees in the bed but your thighs and hips give out forcing you right back over into your previous position. “Let me help you onto your back Princess.” Johnny says turning you to face him then laying you down. Once you are laid down he strokes his length one final time and then pushes inside of you super slow. “Ugh, Johnny oppa you I love you inside of me” you moan out. “I know princess, I love being inside of you” he takes his time very slow making sure you’re comfortable, you both watch as his shaft get shinier and more wet looking his length dripping with your sweet juices. Finally, he falls over into you thrusting into you with only his hands supporting him. The constant contact of his pelvis with yours makes the loudest sounds to ever echo through the apartment in the years you’ve had it. “Ugh Johnny oppa I’m going to cum.” He stamps his fists in to the bed raising himself up higher over you in the process, tucks his bottom lip between his teeth and goes faster and harder than anything you’ve ever felt before. Then that old knot tightens back up on you one final thrust back into your heat and that knot is untangled with passion and euphoria. Johnny peppers your face and the rest of your sweaty body with small yet electric kisses. He leaves himself inside of you watching your body twitch every time he gives you another thrust before his length spills inside of you. He pulls out of you and goes and turns on the shower. Soon as the water is warm enough he picks you up bridal style puts you in and washes your body off placing kisses everywhere he touches you. Soon as your rinsed and clean he wraps you in a towel and picks you up bridal style again carries you to your bed and lays you beside Jung Kook then he lays right next to you “So did you enjoy it dongsaeng?” Jung Kook asks desperately kissing your hand “Yes I enjoyed it very much” You said biting your lip “Would you like to do it again?” Johnny asks “Yes oppa” You answer him “When?” Johnny asks “Right Now”

So this is my first time writing something like this for a blog like this I can do virtually anything you ask my ask box is always open and I hope you enjoy this one as well as many more because I have so many more to write

Sincerely Kayla~

[dayoung-remade]

You had always loved K-pop and it was no secret you were attracted to Korean men 27 of the boyfriends you had left you because they were sick of competing with what they liked to call ‘some Korean pretty boy with bangs’ and they shouldn’t have had to. You figured it was time to stop daydreaming and do something about your obsession, put some action to your words. There you were with a plane ticket and an absurd prayer that things wouldn’t go the opposite of what you want. A one-way ticket because you did NOT plan on coming back. The entire plane ride you thought about your friends and your family and what you would be leaving behind over this silly obsession but you didn’t care. It was high time you did something that made you happy. You moved into your cushy, yet super spacious 3-bedroom apartment your own little piece of heaven. You started seeing familiar faces walking past your apartment complex some of which you knew all too good others a little. Soon you found out that your apartment complex and both the dorms of NCT 127 and BTS were within a 3-mile radius of each other. Now that’s not too close but it’s also not all that far either. First it was a collective of short ‘HIs’ and HELLOs to all the members as they passed on their daily commute to wherever. Overtime you developed a relationship with all of the members of both BTS and NCT 127. They came to your house countless of times, ate dinner, hung out with you, played your game console that you hardly ever touched since you moved. They called you their ‘Dongsaeng’ In Korea it is a title or something someone calls you to show proper respect. It made sense somewhat being you were younger than all of them all except for Mark Lee who was your favorite. But the most common of faces you saw more than anyone else’s was Jung Kook and Johnny Seo. You could tell they loved being around you their faces lit up whenever you said anything. Your super corny jokes made them laugh the hardest. They both loved how cute, bubbly, and playful your personality was. It was so refreshing to them, plus your generous kind-hearted spirit and your ability to cheer them up when they were at their lowest. They both loved you and they really wanted you bad but they wouldn’t let you know that until this one night. You invited them over to watch ‘Ratatouille ‘one of your favorite Disney movies. You knew they couldn’t resist some alone time with you. You watched the bag of microwave popcorn turn around and around until you received a knock on the door. You energetically got up to answer it.
“Johnny & Jung Kook oppa so nice to see you guys” You said as you hugged them both at the same time
“You look beautiful Y/N” they say almost in unison
“Thank you guys, how are the rest of my babies doing are they okay ?”
“Well Mark, Taeyong, Do young and Haechan went shopping Jaehyun and Taeil went somewhere so it was just me in the dorm but they’re all good I’m sure.” Johnny Confirms
“Yeah, everyone else is back at the dorm they told me to tell you hi and they love you.” Jung Kook adds
“Aww, tell them I love them too. Okay the popcorn is almost done so go have a seat and make yourselves comfortable. You guys need anything else let me know alright ?”
“Yes, dongsaeng thank you for your hospitality.” Johnny Says
You give him a cute smile and continue doing what it was you were doing before they came in. They both took a seat on the couch leaving a spot in the middle for you to sit. They look at each other for a moment until one of them begin to speak
“Johnny Hyung”
“Yes Jung Kook”
“I don’t know if I should tell you this or not but, I have certain feelings about the dongsaeng we share”
“What kind of feelings?” Johnny snarls
“Dirty, nasty, erotic feelings, I mean my hair has been growing like crazy and I have constant dreams about her pleasuring me, I look down at her she gives me her cute and shy smile that drives me absolutely crazy. Sending me right over that peak making me- “
“Stop……. I believe I get your point.” Johnny interrupts
“Listen I know how you feel but, that’s our dongsaeng our beautiful, sweet, respectable dongsaeng and no matter what urges we have we must respect her got it?” Johnny continues
“Yes Hyung, you’re right” Jung Kook slumps down in his seat like a sad kid who can’t have his way
“But, you have them too right?” Jung Kook questions
“Well of course, I can’t imagine a straight man on this earth who wouldn’t looking at Y/N Dongsaeng”
They both examined you from across the room looking at every detail of your glorious body. Your apple hips, your perfect C-Cup breast, your soft, plush, behind defined by your black Nike compression shorts that just mold perfectly to your body. They both let out a sigh of astonishment at how amazing one woman can look let alone be for that matter.
“Listen uhh…. Jung kook all that stuff I said about respecting her?” Johnny asks
“Yeah?” Jung kook answers back eager to know the rest of Johnny’s thought
“Forget all of it, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave this house without feeling her.”
“That’s what I’m saying, Listen I have a plan but you have to be with me okay?”
“I’m with you.” Johnny assures him
“ I believe we can get her to sleep with both of us at the same time”
“A Threesome?” Johnny Asks
“Yes, and if we just tell her how we feel then she will feel the love in the room and all three of us let our bodies succumb to passion until we all reach our climaxes.”
“Yeah, but when?” Johnny asks
“When the timing is right my friend, patience is key.” Jung Kook says putting his hand on Johnny’s shoulder
“Don’t put your hands on me.” Johnny says moving his hand
“Sorry, Hyung” Jung kook quickly apologizes
You return to the both of them sitting on the couch with coy smiles placed across their faces. And you being around them and knowing them for so long you know whenever they smile like that they are planning on something. Something either bad or good but something none the less.
“Okay guys jig is up, what is it ?”
“What’s what?” Johnny asks pretending to be confused.
Jung Kook’s eyes get wider and wider as he realizes that you’re close to finding out his secret feelings for you. You sensed Jung kook’s nervousness it radiated from him as he sat beside you.
“Jung Kook oppa”
“yes dongsaeng” Jung kook answers
“What’s going on between you and Johnny.”
“It’s nothing” Johnny quickly interjects
“Well if it’s nothing then let him tell me.” You respond referring to the silent shell of Jung Kook
“We should all just start the movie and drop the subject.” Johnny says in an affirming tone
“Okay” You grab the remote and press the play button
“I will find out what’s going on by the end of this movie.” You announce sassily
The movie begins and you have a good time you’re actually enjoying the movie despite the fact you’ve seen it a million times. Your male companions however Jung Kook and Johnny showed no emotion and kept the same straight face on the entire time. It’s like they were trying to concentrate or something which was weird. One of the funny parts of the movie made you laugh super hard and you slapped the thigh of both of the guys next to you letting your hand rest in that same spot. Your touch at the time was like fire to their skin with red glowing flames of lust and orange undertones of anxiety. “Dear god please don’t let her start rubbing our thighs.” Was their silent prayer. It was already hard to suppress the tent in Jung kook’s pants and/or hide it from your view. Slowly, one second after the other they slowly crumbled inside knowing yet not knowing you want them but wanting to make you want them anyway. You move your hands away from both of their thighs and rest them on your lap. Johnny looks past you right over at Jung Kook and he knows that Jung Kook is about to give in. It’s written all over his now pale absent of color face. “Hyung, I can’t take it” he mouths to Johnny “If you say anything so help me god” Johnny mouths showing Jung Kook his fist.
“What is wrong with you two?” you ask getting closer to being fed up
“Y/N we really can’t tell you” Jung Kook says weakly
“One of you are going to tell me something or we will sit in silence until then” you spoke sternly
“Y/N please don’t make us, that will only make it worse “ Jung Kook practically begged
“Make it worse ? what the hell something is really wrong with you two today” you respond
“Okay look, I’ll say it cause I’m the one that swore him to secrecy.” Johnny finally admits
“Y/N look, we have known you for a good five years now and in those five years you’ve done a lot for us and have been so good to us.” Johnny says
“All those nights you stayed up past 1 in the morning helping me with my homework you’re practically the reason I graduated.” Jung Kook adds
“And the way you lifted me up and encouraged me through all that training time I spent. I thought I was never going to debut and I thought about giving it all up until you told me not to and just to hold on a bit longer then the next day I got that call I was one of the newest members of NCT 127” Johnny continues
“You’re like an angel sent straight from the heavens to help us.” Jung Kook says
“A strong beautiful majestic woman that we are so lucky to have.” Johnny continues
“We could probably never do enough or give enough to repay you but, at least let us treat you like the princess you are Jagi, our princess.” Johnny says
“Our Decadent Dongsaeng.” Jung Kook says

[tnk-kpop]

Markhyuck!Fic “Risks & Improv” pt. 3

— (Part One Found Here + Part Two Found Here)

When they were little and hosted sleepovers for each other, Haechan and Mark would spend Saturday mornings in bed watching cartoons, and then playing video games, and then gossiping. Nowadays, the two spent their Saturdays apart with Haechan in his own bed and Mark in his, but they still somehow managed to spend the time together.

“You up?” Haechan had texted at eight in the morning because he had always been a light sleeper and that’s when his mom, making all that noise, left for work.

Mark responded instantaneously. “Yup.”

Within minutes, Haechan’s morning text had turned into a morning Facetime.

Haechan sat on the floor, leaning against his bed with a bowl of cereal in his lap. Cartoons played on his small tv but his focus was on the even smaller screen containing the ramen-noodle head boy he had come to love. As a good friend, that was.

Truth be told, Haechan loved Mark with his sleepy bedhead. It was like witnessing a side of him that no one else had access to. There was no need to beat around the bush; Mark was an attractive guy. He was damn near perfect if you asked Haechan. He knew he couldn’t keep the blonde to himself, so he cherished the little moments and the exclusivity that came with it. It was nice and one of the many perks of being Mark’s best friend that he didn’t let go to waste.

Sometimes, he wondered if Mark thought the same way. Did Mark think there were perks to being Haechan’s friend? He wondered, but would never dare to ask. That was one risk that didn’t need to be cashed in.

Truth be told though, Mark did think the same way that Haechan did. Mark loved Haechan with his swollen morning face because his cheeks looked even more pinchable. And kissable if he might add. He adored how Haechan, a bit self-conscious with his natural appearance, let Mark see him “pre-beat” and didn’t care. He actually loved how much Haechan loosened up when there weren’t an extra pair of eyes watching them.

It was crazy to think how their daily habits wouldn’t be too much different if they were to start dating. There’d just be a little more… love and affection thrown around in the mix.

Mark had been thinking about that a lot lately actually.

What would it be like to marry Mr. Lee Donghyuck?

They already had the same last name so it wasn’t like someone could come and say that either one of their married names was invalid because it technically had never changed. The way he looked at it, the universe had cut a few corners when they made them soulmates so now, they could just skip that step. There would be no debating about whose last name sounded better. Just wedding vows, “I do’s”, and a big fat juicy—

“Cherry Bomb!!” Haechan shouted, causing Mark to jump.

“Kiss?” Mark mumbled. “Uh, I mean, what?”

Haechan pretended not to hear his strange fumble and proceeded to explain to him how Doyoung sneakily announced on Twitter what the summer festival play would be. “It’s Cherry Bomb,” Haechan explained. “You know, that play that Doyoung co-wrote with that Japanese writer, Yuta. Yuta Nakamochi or something, I don’t know. I just can’t believe he got it approved. We’ve never performed an original play at the summer festival before, have we?”

Mark fake-thought about it before shaking his head. A small smile graced his features as he watched Haechan freak out, down his cereal milk, and then freak out some more.

“Are you going to say something or just stare at me like you’re—”

“—Like I’m what?” Mark asked, leaning into his camera. Even then, Haechan could feel him breathing way too close to him. Like I’m in love, maybe?

“Like you’re having an existential crisis,” Haechan finished. He got up to go throw his bowl in the sink and no, Mark swears he did not see Haechan in a pair of boxers or his beautiful, exposed legs, a shade lighter than the rest of his body. When Haechan returned and yup, that’s exactly what he saw, Mark couldn’t help but comment on it.

“Do you shave Haechan? Mark asked seriously, but not to the point where his tone was weird. Regardless, it still came off as weird to Haechan.

“Um… no?” Haechan said. “Why?” Suddenly feeling ballsy, Haechan extended one of his legs out towards the camera. “Does it look like I do?” he mock pouted. He ran his fingers down his leg and up again, poking the flesh of his thigh.

Mark licked his lips. Were Haechan’s legs of all the things really doing things to him? No, he was too old for this shit. He shut his eyes and willed an awkward moment of embarrassment away. Happy thoughts. Haechan. No! Gross thoughts. Old grandmas taking baths with their dogs. Yeah. That was gross. That would work.

“Are you ok?” Haechan asked.

Mark peeked an eye open and remembered that it was a two-way connection and that he could be seen. He probably looked constipated or something. However, nasty grandma covered in wet dog hair did the trick because Haechan’s leg was miraculously back under his comforter.

“A-are you,” Mark cleared his throat. ‘Do you wanna meet up and practice our lines today? There’s still a part I’m a bit shaky on.”

Haechan rolled his eyes. At the end of the day, Mark was still an overachiever.

“Yeah, alright, noodle boy,” he said accidentally. His hand slapped over his mouth but it was too late. “Sorry,” Haechan said sheepishly, “you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Awkward chuckle.

Mark blinked. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“Don’t think I won’t get you back for that, H.”

And then he hung up.

Haechan laughed to himself again and prayed for whatever God there was to have mercy on his soul.

(Um hey, it’s me again. Didn’t expect this one scene to be so long. My plan was not generous enough. So, as of now, this could be a 10(or more) part series. Idrk. I’m talking out of my ass lmao. Regardless, the next parts will be big, fat, and juicy!)

[sundaysundaes]

Make a Wish

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff, Humor | NC-17 | College AU

Summary: It’s your birthday today and instead of giving you a box of gift, your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck, decides to grant five of your wishes. You can’t help but feel a smirk creeping up your face. It’s time to get a little… creative.

This can be read as a stand alone but if you want to read it in order, you can start with Before Our Story Began and Jealousy. 

You were having a dream. A really nice dream about your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck, where for once in his twenty-years of living, he promised himself not to whine about anything ever again for the rest of his life. He was situated in difficult positions—got an F for the papers that he’d worked on for days, overcooked his eggs until they tasted like a pile of ashes in his mouth during breakfast, or lost a battle because Jaemin was too distracted with Jeno’s dick rubbing against his ass during the game. And even then, he did not form any complaint or whine with his head thrown back like how he usually would’ve done. It was a pleasant dream, seeing him all mature like that.

But then you woke up to the sound of that boyfriend of yours, screaming—literally screaming—directly to your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY GIRL,” as if it wasn’t the middle of the night where he could wake up the whole dorm.

So now, you’re glowering at him with bleary eyes, wiping your drool away with the back of your hand. Haechan shows his phone screen, grinning when he sees you noticing with squinted eyes that it’s 00.00 am and the date written underneath it is your birthday.

“Thanks,” you flatly mutter, sinking your face back into the pillow and pulling the blanket over your head. “I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Haechannie.”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” Your boyfriend is loud, too loud. You understand that Jaemin is having a sleepover at Jeno’s place so Haechan has the entire room for himself but that does not give him the right to scream right next to your ear like this. Especially when you’re this sleepy with nothing but exhaustion pumping through your veins.

“Noona~” He shakes you by the shoulder, peeling the blanket off your body and succeeding, even when you’ve tried your best to keep it tangled around you. “Come on, it’s your birthday. We have to celebrate!”

“We’ll celebrate when the sun is out. Like normal people.”

“No way, come on! You can sleep some other time!”

“You can be annoying some other time.”

He huffs loudly, puffing out his cheeks. “If you don’t get up, I’ll do things to you.”

You sigh. You know what kind of things he’s referring to and as much as you love it, you’re really drained from the part-time job you did earlier today. It’s true that you haven’t had sex with him for more than a week or so and you kind of miss doing those sort of things with him but you’re just so tired that you ended up crashing face-first on his bed earlier this evening the second you arrived in his room. You hadn’t even kissed him properly yet.

“Okay, fine.” You sit up on his bed with your shirt—or rather, his shirt—all wrinkled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. “What do you want us to do? If it’s sex, you have to wait because I’m dead tired right now.”

“I wanted to give you your present, actually.” But the way he juts out his bottom lip seems like sex was exactly what he had in mind.

“Okay, so where is it?” You ask, considering you don’t really see him carrying a box of gift with a red bow wrapped around it.

“Well, it’s kinda predictable for me to be giving you like an actual present, so I thought hey, maybe I can grant you a wish. Any kind of wish,” he emphasizes, raising that eyebrow of his in the way he knows you like it. “If you know what I mean.”

You ignore him completely, though the sight of his sexy smirk still leaves you unfocused for a good few seconds. “Only one? On my birthday? Do you even want to do this or are you just making an excuse for not buying me a present?”

“Yah!” He scrunches his nose, playfully jabbing a finger to your stomach. “I don’t see you granting me any wishes on my birthday!”

“You wanted to come inside me and I allowed you to do just that. Twice. Stop being so ungrateful.”

That wipes the playful angry look off his face almost instantly. “You’re right, fine,” he concedes, looking at you with a disinterested look in his eyes. “How many wishes do you want then?”

“I don’t know, like, fifty?”

“The hell? Do I look like Santa to you?”

“If you keep eating those samgyeopsal past midnight, your belly will.”

“Stop body-shaming me, you little—“ He suddenly leaps over, attacking you with tickles to the sides of your stomach until you fall back to the bed with his bare chest hovering over your body. You retaliate by moving your legs around, trying to kick him away but failing every time. You can barely hold back your laughter. He only stops when your face grows scarlet and your chest heaving up and down, slightly out of breath. “I’ll give you three wishes,” he offers, a bit breathless as well. “Only because you look so irresistible right now with those lips of yours.”

“Make it ten, then.” You play with his necklace, twisting it around your finger. Your other hand draws a line on his golden skin, starting from the column of his neck down to his chest. “And I’ll be even more irresistible.”

“Hmm, tempting.” His lips slowly breaking into a sultry smile. “But no. I’ll give you three and that’s final.”

“If you give me five,” you say, hooking a finger around his silver necklace this time so you can bring his face down to yours and whisper in his ear, “I’ll let you cum in my mouth later today.”

His entire face beams up almost like a kid on his first school trip. “You get yourself a deal, sister!”

You smile, caressing his cheek softly with your fingers. His gaze softens, leaning against your touch like how a kitten would. “Well then, here’s my first wish,” you speak softly as if you’re telling a secret. Your lips are just a few inches away from his, and he licks his lower lip in anticipation. “No doing sexual activities whatsoever with me on my birthday.”

That sensual, excited look he has on his face earlier? Gone, being immediately replaced by sheer horror. “What?!” He shrieks when his realization sinks in. “BUT YOU SAID YOU’D LET ME CUM IN YOUR MOUTH LATER TODAY!”

You grin at him, almost cackling out loud. “It’s not fun being on the other side of a prank, is it now, Haechannie?”

“You’re so—” But even the infamous Lee Haechan can be at loss for words. “Not even a kiss?”

“Not even a hug,” you clarify, pushing his body away with both hands so he ends up sitting on his heels, only in his boxer. “I’ll allow you to hold my hands but that’s it.”

“But why?” The way he whines the word ‘why’, loud and long, is just so him. “Hugging is like a totally normal thing to do! People hug all the time! Even kids do! It doesn’t have to be sexual.”

“It becomes sexual when you keep popping out a boner during one.”

“Screw you.”

“Not today, Haechannie. Not today.”

***

Haechan, no matter how bratty he can act from time-to-time, does keep his promise intact. He hasn’t touched you for like eight hours by now, even when you were taking a shower inside his room and ‘accidentally’ leaving the bathroom door open. You heard him groan, “Seriously? You’re doing this to me now? You’re torturing me, Nooonaaaaa~” once during your shower, but he didn’t act on his desire. You’re actually quite surprised. You know just how much this is driving him crazy.

“Let’s get some breakfast,” you say, already looking all dolled up in the red dress he once bought for you. You know how much he likes it, know how much his eyes ogle your body from top-to-toe, staring at the way the fabric hugs your body perfectly, emphasizing your every curve.

He glares at you menacingly. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what?” You play dumb, though you're sure your grin betrays you. “Come on, I’m starving. I’ll let you hold my hand as we walk, just make sure don't get a hard-on in the meantime.”

“Have I told you I hate you today?”

“And I love you too, Haechannie.”

The cafe near the dormitory you usually visit to get your daily intake of calories is closed for the day. “Why are they closed?” You ask, adjoining your eyebrows together in confusion.

“Maybe the old man has diarrhea or something.” He shrugs, hands buried deep inside the pocket of his black ripped jeans. The way they tightly hug his legs, combined with those holes, is becoming very distracting for you. “I sure as hell, hope so.”

“Will you let it go already? It was an honest mistake.”

��How on earth is putting wasabi in my cream soup an honest mistake? He totally did that on purpose!”

“Yeah, well, knowing how you just straight-up told him he looked like a walrus, I’m not even surprised he spiked your soup.”

“Now that’s an honest mistake, in which I tried to be honest but came out as a mistake.”

“You didn’t have to tell him he looked like a walrus, though.”

“But he did!” He groaned, stomping his feet on the ground. “He totally did! Look me in the eyes and tell me he didn’t look like a walrus, come on, I dare you.”

You roll your eyes. He’s always one for the dramatic. “Should we go somewhere else? How hungry are you right now?”

“For your love?” He smirked, sending you a flirty wink. “Starving.”

You make an exaggerated gesture of you vomiting your insides. “If you’re not that hungry, wanna just go grab some crepes and take a walk in the park?”

“Sure, why not.” His shoulders are relaxed as he yawns unattractively, though it still counts as adorable in your book. “Let’s drop by to that bakery you told me before on the way home. I’m gonna buy you a birthday cake.”

That earns a surprised smile from you. “I didn’t think you’d be this thoughtful.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m always thoughtful.”

“Is calling a middle-aged man a walrus a form of your thoughtfulness?”

He snorts, tilting his head to the side with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Since when did you get this sassy?” You’re about to put another retort when he suddenly kisses your cheek.

“Hey!” You abruptly step away from him, palming the side of your face. “What did I tell you about my wish again?”

He grins, eyes turning into a cute pair of crescents. “Honest mistake, babe.”

And you poke him in the abs until he drops to his knees, whining, “Whyyyyyyyy?” into the air.

There’s this park near your campus that has nice scenery—unexpectedly picturesque, even—with a huge fountain in the center of it. The green leaves of the camphor trees sway from the morning breeze, intoxicating you with a scent similar to how the pine trees smell after the rain. Children are running around, playing tags, with their parents sitting next to the fountain, busying themselves with their phones while occasionally mutters, “Be careful, don’t run too much!” from time-to-time because apparently, that’s what parents do these days.

Haechan exhales loudly as he takes a seat on the nearest bench, straightening his legs and patting a spot beside him. “Come here. I want to cuddle.”

“There are people around.”

“Since when cuddling becomes a crime?”

“It makes people uncomfortable.”

“You saying no makes me uncomfortable.”

You sigh. There’s no way of winning an argument with him. “Fine, but I’m not sitting on your lap,” you say, ignoring his pout as you take a seat next to him and hand him his chocolate-banana crepes. “Careful, you’re wearing a white shirt,” you warn, offering him his spoon. “It’ll be hard to take the stain off if—”

“I’m not a child,” he grumbles, taking the food roughly off your hand and grimacing when the chocolate syrup drips down to his shirt, staining the fabric. He blinks in surprise with his mouth wide open, before he looks back at you, only to receive a flat stare in return.

“I literally just told you that a second ago.”

Haechan shrugs. “It’s Jaemin’s shirt anyway, so I don’t care.”

With that, you bring your focus back to the food in your hand—a strawberry crepes with a scoop of vanilla ice cream—and takes a bite, almost moaning in delight when the sugary taste hits your tongue. “Man, why did I ever decide to go on a diet? This tastes so gooooood~”

Your smile and small giggle seem to be contagious because Haechan mirrors you almost in the same way though it has nothing to do with the dessert he’s holding. He observes, silently taking notes of the joyful expressions you display on your face while muttering, “How cute,” under his breath. Both of you take a moment to enjoy your so-called breakfast, sometimes taking a sip of your hot coffee to balance the sweet.

“You know,” Haechan says as he gnaws at his dessert again. “This isn’t really how I expected to go when I said I’d grant your wishes.”

“Yeah?” You decide to humor him, though you already know what he’s thinking. “Did you expect me to wish for something else?”

He nods, licking chocolate syrup off his spoon. “Something about you sitting on my face.”

You choke on a piece of strawberry you just plopped into your mouth, and you can feel it blocking your airways. “What are you—” Tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes, as you begin to cough fervently.

“What are you, a kid?” Haechan pulls your hair away from your face, patting your back. “There, there.”

“Why on earth would I ask about that?!” You shout when you can properly breathe again.

“I don’t know, I just thought that maybe you wanted me to eat you out.” The way he shrugs so nonchalantly as if he’s simply talking about finding a typo in the papers he just submitted leaves you dumbfounded. “I mean, I kept teasing you about it during sex but never really did it since you were always too stubborn to beg.”

“And do you realize now how annoying you are in bed?”

“That’s not my intention, though!” He genuinely seems a bit guilty. “You just look so cute trying to hold back when it’s obvious you want my tongue inside you—”

“We’re in public, Jesus Christ—”

“It’s your pride that we have a problem with. Why can’t you just for once say, with teary eyes, ‘Haechannie, please, fuck me with your tongue’—”

“People can hear—stop it!” You try to clamp your palm around his mouth, but he dodges it perfectly and places a playful kiss on the back of your hand instead. “And are you seriously begging me to beg you for it? I don’t think that’s how it works, Hyuck.”

“It’s because I actually really want to eat you out,” he groans, sighing into the air, “But I also want to see that cute embarrassed look on your face—do you see how big of a problem this is for me?” His whine falls short when he notices the look on your face. “Wait, are you blushing?”

“I’m not!” But you know you are, you’ve never been so ashamed before. How can you not? Your boyfriend is now a) talking about eating you out, loudly, in public, b) there’s this one passerby, a middle-aged woman who dresses in way too many layers for a day as hot as this, looking at you with the most disgusted look you’ve ever seen displayed on a person’s face, and c) Haechan is still talking about it. “Shut up and just get away from me!”

“Noona, your face is so red!” He’s giggling to himself now, his crepes dribbling more chocolate syrup onto his shirt from how much he’s moving. “Did I get you excited? Does this mean you’re gonna—”

“Next wish! I’ve already thought about my next wish!” You quickly avert his attention, desperately pushing his face with one hand so he’ll stop making kissy faces at you. “I want you to perform a song.”

“What, here?”

“Yeah, you don’t have a problem singing in front of people, right?”

“Of course not,” he snorts loudly. “I have an amazing voice. You know, people should really be paying me to hear me sing, actually.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, though deep down in your heart, you kind of admit that he really does have an amazing voice. His vocal is unique and distinct, easily noticeable even if there are a hundred vocalists in the room. And the way he does his adlibs whenever he sings his favorite tunes actually makes the song sounds a thousand times better. There’s no way you’re going to tell that to his face, though. His ego is already big enough without you feeding him compliments.

“Well then, you’re in luck.” You grin mischievously, nodding your head toward a band that’s been playing acoustic songs near the fountain for quite some time. There are three people playing instruments, with one of them being the vocalist and you comment inwardly in your head that Haechan sounds so much better than him—but maybe you’re just biased. The band is promoting their demo album, trying to get people’s attention to recognize their self-composed songs and buy their album if they fit their taste. No crowds  are gathering in front of them, and you feel kind of sorry because they actually sound pretty good. “If you follow my wish and do it right, you could probably get some tips along the way.”

“You want me to sing with the band? I don’t think they’ll allow me though.”

“They will. I’ll buy their album in exchange.”

Haechan doesn’t seem eager at the slightest. “Must we waste our money away?”

“What, are you scared?” You taunt, raising one of your eyebrows challengingly because you know how much he hates to lose. And it works as expected, because Haechan is now standing up, throwing the rest of his crepes away to the nearest trash bin, and cracks his knuckles.

“Lee Haechan never runs away from a challenge.” He has this annoying cocky grin displayed on his face. “Tell me what song you want me to sing.”

“Your favorite. Man in The Mirror.”

“Dude, I nailed that song. Is this even a challenge?” He clicks his tongue, cocking his head. “So easy.”

He already has taken a few steps away, heading toward the band, when you stop him dead on his tracks by saying, “I know you nailed it. That’s why we have to keep it interesting so here’s my wish: I want you to sing out of tune.”

Even if you said that he was turning on his heels at the speed of light, it wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration. “NO FUCKING WAY.”

“Ah, but sadly,” you fake a pout, mocking him, “You promised you’d grant my wish.”

“But that’s just stupid! Why would I do something like that? Why would anyone do something like that?” He shakes his head furiously. “And doing this to my favorite singer?! Hell no!”

“Haechannie.”

“No.”

“Haechannie.”

“NO.”

You sigh, walking closer to him and pull him down by the hand to close the gap between your heights and murmur in his ear. “If you do that,” you breathe out, trying your best to sound as sexy as you can, “I might consider buying that customized dildo you want this weekend.”

Haechan has his jaw hanging low on his face, looking at you with his wide eyes shaking in disbelief. “Oh my God,” he whines, placing both hands on your shoulders before rocking you back and forth. “Noonaaaaa~ This is soooo not fair. You can’t do this to me!”

You chuckle at how childish he is. “So, how is it going to be, Lee Donghyuck-sshi?”

He contemplates hard about it—really hard, probably the hardest thinking he ever did in his entire life—nibbling on his lower lip as he does it. After a moment has passed, he finally ends it with his signature pout. “But you promise, right? No pranking me this time?”

“I promise,” you say with a firm nod but you have your fingers crossed behind your back.

“Fine,” he says as if it was the heaviest decision he has ever made. “Then, I’ll sing… off-key—eww!” He sticks out his tongue, clutching his arms around his stomach. “I’m about to throw up my crepes just by thinking about it.”

“Good luck.” You pat his shoulder. “Oh, and make sure you sing the first part like you always do, so people will notice and start listening to how amazing your voice is. And when they’re so into it, as you get to the second chorus, that’s when you start singing off-key.”

Haechan’s eyes are lifeless when they bore into you. “Isn’t it time for you to go back to hell, Satan?”

“Remember, Haechannie,” you press a finger to your lips, winking at him. “Customized. Dildo.”

“I hate you.”

“And I love you too.”

So both of you get into the business. After the band performed an acoustic version of their titled song, you approach them with a smile, offering your hand to the vocalist. You tell them how talented they are, making sure to bedazzle them with compliments and your charming attitudes so things can go as planned. It’s actually not that hard trying to convince them to accompany your boyfriend sing, especially when you say you’re going to buy two of their demo albums.

“What song do you want to sing, dude?” The vocalist, a friendly man most likely in his twenties with a goatee on his face, asks Haechan while offering a fist bump. Your boyfriend grimaces, bumping his fist against him like it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever done.

“Something wrong?” The man asks. “You look kinda pale, man.”

“He just ate something bad during breakfast earlier,” you come to answer him instead, rubbing Haechan’s back soothingly. “But he’s fine now. Can you guys play Man in The Mirror?”

“Michael Jackson, right? Sure thing.”

You elbow your boyfriend playfully on the side of his stomach. “Sure thing, he said.”

“I want to die.”

“Aaw, poor baby,” you pucker your lips, having the best time of your life making fun of him. “Now off you go, I’ll be right here.” And you bring your iPhone in the air, camera-ready with a tap of your thumb. Haechan has his eyes on the standing microphone, looking at it like it’s the most horrifying thing he’s ever witnessed in his life.

Haechan just barely takes a step forward before he runs back to your spot again, all jumpy and twitchy. “I can’t—I can’t do this—this is so embarrassing—”

“On three, okay, man?” The vocalist takes a seat on one of the little stools they have placed next to the amplifiers with his Fender guitar placed firmly on his lap. And before Haechan can give him a nod or any sign in return, he begins counting and the entire band plays the song. There’s no way out of this now.

Haechan finally walks toward the mic with his soul most likely leaving his body with every step he takes.

You give him a cheer as loud as you can—not to support him, but so you can gather people’s attention. Haechan shushes you down in panic before he finally takes the mic, constantly throwing ice daggers at you with his eyes. You begin to chant his name—“Lee Donghyuck! Lee Donghyuck!”—and with every shout of it, Haechan dies a little bit more.

Haechan falls two beats behind before he finally sings into the microphone, his voice resonating through the air. He does sound amazing, albeit a little nervous and that’s probably just because he’s doing the dare. He usually sounds confident, his voice sounding strong and clear not caring if the room is empty or filled with people so this anxious version of him really makes you think that maybe you’ve forced him a little bit too far.

He completes the first part of the song rather easily and the entire band behind him nod their heads along to the music, amazement sparkling in their eyes. You can see the vocalist quietly mouths, “Damn, he’s good,” to the member sitting beside him who shortly agrees wholeheartedly. You can’t help but smile at that, looking like a proud mom.

People, one-by-one, begin to gather around you, whispering to one another, asking, “Who is he? What band is this?” or simply praising his vocal and your smile grows wider. It vanishes almost instantly, though, the second you hear some girls chattering behind your back, talking about how attractive Haechan looks—especially in that leather jacket and those dark combat boots he’s wearing. You never pegged yourself to be a jealous, overprotective girlfriend before but with Haechan, perhaps you’re beginning to turn exactly into that.

Haechan, who seems pretty pleased with how he sang the first part, suddenly begins to fidget on his feet. The more he gets closer to the second chorus, the paler he becomes and he has his eyes tightly shut when he’s finally there, singing the first two lines in the right way before forcing himself to sing off-key.

You blurt out laughing but immediately clasp a hand over your mouth. Haechan looks like he’s in pain, and the rest of the band has their eyebrows furrowed in question, looking back and forth at each other, probably asking, what the hell is wrong with this dude, he was doing so good before. The audience begins to look at one another, eyebrows knitting in concern. New visitors stop in their tracks, looking at your boyfriend with judging looks on their faces. Even the parents that were so busy with their phones before begin to lift their heads from the screen, trying to know who is this terrible singer and why is he wailing like this.

Haechan sounds so awful and you can only imagine how much this is killing him from the inside. He barely gets to the end of the second chorus before he turns to face the band, bowing his head and shouting, “I’m so sorry!” before he scrambles on his feet, running toward you.

“Wait, Hyuck, you haven’t finished—” Your protest ends in laughter when Haechan rashly hooks an arm around your shoulder, breaking through the crowd and forcing you to match his steps so you can leave the park for good.

He’s never stepping into this place ever again, you’re sure of it.

***

On the way back to the dorm, you stop by the bakery you’ve been wanting to visit and Haechan buys you a birthday cake as promised but with a permanent pout displayed on his place.

“A cake for your girlfriend?” The cashier lady asks with a friendly smile.

Haechan simply pouts harder, muttering, “Yes, my super annoying girlfriend.” And you pop out from behind his back, raising a hand in the air as you beam at her with a cheeky grin, “Yep, that’s me!”

Haechan walks next to you on the sidewalk as if he just did the longest marathon he ever did in his life—all drained out and slow on his steps. His shoulders are hunched forward, his eyes droopy and every time you take a peek and share a glance at him, he’ll start fuming again—like an angry child, upset for being left alone in his grandma’s house while the whole family went on a trip.

“Okay, knowing how fast you’re walking right now,” you mutter sarcastically, looking at the nonexistent watch you wear around your wrist for dramatic effects, “We’ll be back in our dorm at approximately eighty-four years from now.”

“Whatever. I’m still angry at you.”

“But we just started! I thought you wanted to make me happy.” You try to look as sad as possible, batting your eyelashes at him. “It’s my birthday, you know.”

“I wasn’t aware that making you happy equals giving me emotional distress.” After two seconds passed by in silence, he adds, “And physical pain.”

You smile at the attitude he’s giving, wondering just how cute can this man be by the end of the day. Maybe you should keep torturing him a little.

Just a little bit more.

“Haechannie,” you roll his name off your tongue in a playful manner, wrapping both arms around his right one. “I’m ready for my next wish.”

“Didn’t you listen to any word I just said?”

“See that old lady over there?”

“Yeah, you clearly didn’t.” Haechan follows your gaze with a heavy sigh, not quite pleased with how easily you ignore his complaints, and he sees a grey-haired woman, old enough to be his grandmother, sitting alone on a bench with a book on her hands and her glasses hanging dangerously low on the bridge of her nose. Her cane lays still on her side, and by the look of it, she appears to be waiting for someone.

“Oh come on, leave her alone,” Haechan says, already looking sorry for her even when you haven’t said anything yet. “She’s so old and she looks so frail. I am not going to do your stupid dare at the cost of her life.”

You roll your eyes.“Relax, I won’t ask something that stupid.”

“Oh, because your first wish was just so brilliant, I suppose?”

“I’m serious, I’m not that mean.” Not to her, at least. “I just want you to sit next to her on the bench and act like it’s the worst day of your life.”

“I won’t be calling that acting,” he grumbles. “I am having the worst day of my life.”

“What? I thought we’re having fun!” You try so hard to look sympathetic enough for him but it’s almost an impossible deed to do when you’re seconds away from laughing.

“You’re having fun.” He squints his eyes menacingly. “I’m having a fucking seizure.”

“You’re fine, don’t be too dramatic.” You card your fingers through his hair, pushing back the bangs from his eyes to showcase his temple exactly the way you like it. “Well, I want you to act sad—like, really sad, bawling your eyes out and everything—and when she asks you why, explain that you just found out you’re adopted.” You press something against his palm. “Here.”

Haechan has his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he takes a look at it. “What’s this?”

“A postcard with a picture of your parents. I just bought it at the minimart before when you were in the bakery.”

“But…” He stares in horror. “They’re Americans.”

“Exactly.” You know there’s a shit-eating grin blooming on your face but you cannot wipe it off. “You can walk away after she tries to comfort you or give you some advice or something.”

Haechan keeps scowling at you as if he wanted to eat you alive, but you charm him with your brightest smile until he sighs and tucks the postcard in the back pocket of his jeans. “You know I’ll pay you back for this later, right?”

“Wha—I thought you said you’ll grant me any wishes for free!”

“MAN, IF I COULD JUST TURN BACK TIME—“ He yanks out his hair, making you a bit worried because you love his soft, adorable brown locks and he’s been tugging at them for quite some time today. “Okay, fine, I’ll do it. I no longer have any shame left in my body anyway. Or soul, for that matter.” He turns on his heels, straightening his jacket as if that could give him more courage. “You better not blink your eyes.”

“It’s okay even if I do.” You bring out your phone, waving it in the air. “’Cause I’m recording it. This will go viral on Youtube.”

“I hate you.”

“And I love you too, Haechannie.”

It takes a good ten minutes for Haechan to prepare himself for the stupid dare he’s about to do, even though he previously claimed he had no shame whatsoever. He paces back-and-forth at the sidewalk, stomping his feet once or twice restlessly, and mutters quietly to himself, “Man up. Man up, you idiot. It’s just a stupid dare.” You desperately want to have a miniature size of this Haechan and keeps him inside your pocket so you can watch him being nervously cute all day long with his cheeks puffed in anger.

“Okay, I’m going.” And he finally steps forward, braver this time, and sits down on the other end of the bench, twiddling his fingers in anxiety. You bite your lip to contain your laughter and press record.

Almost fifteen seconds have passed by and there’s no reaction, not even a glance, coming from the old lady. You can see Haechan nibbling persistently on his lip, his feet tapping worriedly on the ground before he finally lets out the loudest, heaviest sigh in the history of mankind. It’s so loud that it makes the old lady jumps on her seat, her hands going to her chest, her book left abandoned on her lap. Haechan also looks surprised knowing that she’s surprised and everything just looks so hilarious that your camera begins to shake from how hard you try not to laugh.

“I-is there something wrong, my dear?” The old lady asks, shifting her body a little on her seat so she can face him properly.

Haechan takes a deep breath and begins his act by burying his face in his hands, faking a sob. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I just—” He sniffles loudly, trying to make it obvious to her that he’s in agony. “It’s the worst day of my life.”

And it’s cheesy, how he acts, but she seems to buy it—or maybe she’s just too kind. “May I ask what happened? I’m not sure I can help but…” She lands her shaky hand on his back, caressing him soothingly. “It’s always better to pour your feelings out instead of bottling them inside.”

She sounds so genuinely compassionate, unlike the maniacal laughter that currently tumbles down your lips.

Haechan lifts his head, turning towards her. His eyes begin to droop, making him look like a kicked puppy. “I just found out…” He sniffs for dramatic effects. “That… That I’m adopted!” And he loudly whimpers into his hands again.

The old lady gasps, covering her parted lips with her thin fingers. “Oh my… Did your parents tell you that?”

“No, it’s even worse. I found out on my own when they were talking in their room.” Haechan rummages his back pocket, handing her the postcard. “Here, look. It’s a picture of my parents.”

The lady takes the postcard with a pair of heartbroken eyes but they soon begin to change when she notices that the two people in the picture are straight-up Americans, while Haechan, needless to say at this point, looks like the most common—though far more handsome—Korean boy you can encounter on daily basis.

“I know,” Haechan says, wiping a nonexistent tear out of his eyes and fakes another sob. “Surprising, isn’t it? I mean, we look so much alike, there’s no way I would’ve guessed I was adopted if I didn’t hear them talking about it behind my back.”

The old lady is still pretty much dumbstruck with how bizarrely stupid everything is, but she’s too kind to call him out on it. She hands the postcard back to him, looking much less sorry this time, and takes a moment of silence. Haechan cries against his palms again, and you wonder if he’s only faking it or being real about it this time because the entire situation is just painfully awkward.

“You see, my dear,” she begins, voice gentle and reassuring but the sincerity isn’t really the same as before. “Sometimes it really can feel like the world is ending, and I know that this must be hard for you,” she stops to knit her eyebrows, “no matter how obvious this should’ve appeared to you. But maybe it’s not about having a picture-perfect family, but about finding beautiful moments.”

“You’re right,” Haechan hurriedly agrees, his eyes twinkling in delight knowing that this excruciating dare is about to end. “I’m happy with them being my family, even if they’re not, you know, really my parents.”

She smiles but it kind of looks like a grimace, and she says her next words with a gentle pat on his back. “But shouldn’t you have noticed about it sooner, though, dear? You look nothing like them.”

And Haechan winces, not sure how to react. “I could be, uhh…” He licks his lips nervously. “Quite dumb, sometimes.”

“Yes,” she nods, still patting his back. “You certainly can.”

A tall man, at least ten years older than Haechan, approaches their spot with a paper bag in his arms. “Mom, are you ready to—” he stops to take a look at your boyfriend, trying to understand the situation of why is his mother sitting way too close to a guy dressed flirtatiously in a leather jacket and boots with her hand caressing his back. “What are you guys doing?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I’m adopted,” Haechan says, handing him the same stupid picture. “She’s just consoling me about it.”

He takes a look and sends him his biggest judging look. “Dude, what are you, stupid?”

***

Haechan is still fuming all the way back to his dorm and no matter how much you apologize about it, he still doesn’t want to talk to you. He throws himself on his bed with his shoes still on the second he enters his room. You’re still smiling quietly to yourself, can barely handle all the cuteness he’s emitting.

“Haechannie,” you gently call, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Are you still upset?”

No answer.

“Look, I said, I’m sorry. Talk to me, please?”

Haechan has his face pressed flat against his comforter and you secretly wonder whether he can even breathe in that position. A few seconds passed by in silence before Haechan finally mumbles, “Did it make you happy?”

“What, you doing my stupid dares?” You can already feel another laughter bubbling up your throat but you have to contain it. You can’t hurt him more than this. “Yes and I know I’ve been mean to you and I’m sorry for that, but you were so cute.” You run a hand along his spine before you carefully caress his hair as a mother would do to a child. “Please don’t be mad.”

He eventually sits up, crossing his legs on the bed, sniffling a little bit while still avoiding eye contact. “Well, I guess, as long as you’re happy.”

“Are you crying?”

“No,” he states, practically puffing out his cheeks by now. “I’m just so embarrassed with all of this. Why are you being so mean to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, come here.” You motion him to come closer, and you know it’s breaking the rules of your first wish but you don’t care. This giant teddy bear desperately needs a hug.

Haechan immediately sighs when you stand with your knees pressed on the bed, wrapping both arms around his head. He sinks his face to the crook of your neck, lowly murmuring, “I hate you,” with his breath fanning your skin.

“You’ve been saying that a lot.”

“Yeah, because you’re mean.”

“But I love you even more today,” you softly reply, pulling away a little so you can trace your fingers along the smoothness of his cheek. “You’re so adorable, Hyuck, do you know that?”

“Is singing out of tune and harassing old lady your kink or something?”

“That’s not it.” You pinch the bridge of his nose, making him yelp a little. “It’s just the way you forced yourself to do these things—these things you hate the most—for me and asking me whether they made me happy or not, while still being all grumpy about it. You’re just so cute and I love you for that.”

The sun is setting outside his window, illuminating his face with such a warm, beautiful glow that somehow makes him appear a bit more melancholic and angelic at the same time. He finally drags his eyes back on yours, with his bottom lip still jutting out slightly. He says the next four words so quietly under his breath that you can barely hear them. “What?”

“I said, I love you too,” he repeats in a rush, before he sinks his face in the slope of your neck again, whining all the way. “Don’t make me say it like this, it’s weird.”

And you notice that this is actually the first time he truly confesses his love for you. He’s joked about it a lot, toying with your feelings at least ten times within a day, casually throwing the word love as if it meant nothing more than mere decoration for his flirtatious lines. But now that he’s saying it in all the seriousness he can muster, he can barely look you in the eyes, can barely say it without whispering, and it’s cute how the usually confident Lee Haechan, crumbles into nothing but a shy little boy facing his feelings for the first time.

“Ah seriously,” he murmurs against your hair. “What are you doing to me? I’m not usually like this.”

You can’t help but tease him. “Yes, you’re usually more satanic.”

“Yah—”

And you stop him with a soft kiss to his lips. You can feel him taking a sharp breath, his arms stiffening as they circle your waist. You’re about to kiss him again when you feel him tensing against your body. Noticing how he looks a bit baffled, you carefully tug yourself away. “What is it?”

“I thought you said we couldn’t kiss today,” he tells in such a small voice.

“I said no sexual activities,” you retort with a sly smirk, making a poor excuse because you really miss kissing him. “This isn’t sexual,” you say, pressing your lips against his again but stop before he can return it. “This is romantic.”

He’s so distracted with your lips that he can barely take his eyes off them even when he talks. “You’re teasing me again, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” You can’t help but grin but it does not stay long when Haechan suddenly hooks his arm around your hip and pulls you closer until you’re forced to climb into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist for balance.

“Haechan—” Your protest is swallowed by his kiss, his lips chasing after yours almost frantically. You can tell how much he misses you from the way his lips move against yours, or from the way he moans softly at the back of his throat as he settles his hand on the side of your face. His other hand holds you tighter by the waist, his fingers fisting the fabric of your dress. He angles your head to the side, kissing you with parted lips and swiping his tongue along your lower one so you’ll gain him entrance.

“Noona,” he whispers between quick breaths, sounding almost needy. “Noona, I need—”

“Okay, stop.” You place your arms on his shoulders, expanding the space between you. You can’t believe you almost got carried away. “Now this is getting sexual. Let’s head over to my next wish.”

“Wait—but I’m—” He stares at you bewilderedly, not believing the fact that you just casually drag your body away from his lap, smoothen down your hair as if nothing just happened. “Are you serious? You’re playing with me again? When I’m like this?”

“Sorry.” You peck him on the cheek, hiding your grin. “So, for my next wish—”

“Yah! Listen to what I’m saying—”

“I want you to—”

“Noonaaaaaaaa~”

“—sing me a lullaby.” His whining stops abruptly at your words and you quickly explain further before he does it again, “I’m sleepy so I’m gonna take a nap. Your job is to sing me a lullaby until I fall asleep. Easy, right?”

“You really just do whatever you want, don’t you?”

“Only for today. You, on the other hand, do that every day.”

“Fair enough. Do I get to choose the song?”

“Sure.” Knocking your high heels off your feet, you lie down on his bed with a thump, contentedly basking in his scent because his pillows, the duvet underneath you, the soft sheet below your fingertips—everything smells pleasantly like him. Haechan takes off his shoes and his leather jacket—which almost earns a loud protest from you because he looks so good with that jacket on—throwing them somewhere near the bed without care and he lies down by your side, facing you.

You turn your body to face him as well. “Hey, handsome.” You smile sheepishly at him.

He seems a bit caught off guard by it, but smiles back. “Hi.”

“Can we cuddle?”

He laughs softly at that. “Come here.” He gathers your entire figure easily in his arms and you sink your nose to his chest, humming in pleasure. “Stop being so cute, you’re torturing me.” You only giggle in response.

Haechan begins to sing, slowly at first as if he suddenly feels pressured with the way the room is so deep in silence, leaving no excuse for him to make in case he fails. You notice that, so you sneak both of your arms around his waist, snuggling even closer. “Don’t be nervous, it’s only me.”

“I’m not. Why would I be?” He masks his slightly shaky voice with a chuckle. “It’s just that your hair keeps getting into my mouth whenever I try to sing.”

“Of course.” And you keep your lips tightly shut, giving him the time he needs.

Haechan takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Had a perfect picture in my head, with you in the most beautiful dress,” he sings, beautiful notes flowing down from his lips, making you feel like everything around you becomes a blur and there’s only him with his velvety voice and his soft, warm breathing. “I look happy as ever, how did I let you go again.”

He gains confidence with more seconds passing by and you can feel his arms growing slack around your waist, no longer as tense. “Now I'm standing alone in the rain, like the kinda movie that we used to hate. Wish I could take back the time, but I know this time it's real.”

You’re not sure whether it’s because of the lyrics or the way he sings, but as beautiful as his honeyed voice sounds, you can’t help but feel a tinge of sadness growing inside you. It’s as if he’s not singing the song, he’s living through it. And you wonder maybe he’s had his heart broken by someone before—or maybe he’s just so good at putting emotions to his song, you’re still not sure yet.

“Hate that I'm singing this song. Hate that I have to be strong.” Haechan absentmindedly runs his fingers up and down your spine, before he tangles them around the strands of your hair, gently stroking them. “Hate that you're gone. I hate all my flaws. Hate that you love someone else. Hate everything. Just hate everything right now.”

It’s so genuine and soft the way he serenades you, baring his soul and you’re not even looking at his eyes as he sings it. By the end of it, you can’t help but ask him a question. “Will you be singing that song if you ever break up with me?”

He curls up closer, burying the tip of his nose in your hair. “No,” he says but continues before your disappointment can sink in, “If we ever break up, I won’t be doing anything besides getting you back. I don’t like to lose, you know how I am. And I definitely don’t want to lose something—or rather, someone—this important to me.”

“Stop flirting with me,” you chime in, pulling away a little so you can take a look at his face. “You already have me wrapped around your fingers.”

But Haechan doesn’t smile or act cocky about it. He just takes his time analyzing your face, taking in your features as he trails his fingers down from your hair, to your cheek, and finally stopping at the curve of your lips. “I was so worried before though when you met your ex behind my back. It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just…” He loses his words when you begin to kiss his fingertips, his eyes becoming unfocused. “I don’t know, I just got anxious about it. I’ve never had someone like you before so…”

It really just sinks in that he wasn’t merely angry because you were seeing your ex-boyfriend again, he was just afraid. He was terrified of losing you but didn’t know how to react properly. He keeps on telling that you belong to him, that he owns you and everything but he doesn’t intend to dominate you. It’s just a way for him to convince himself that you’re still with him, and not in someone else’s arms.

You can feel your lips curving up into a smile. He’s just a clueless boy, probably still as inexperienced as you are when it comes to love.

You’re sinking more into his arms, sighing as he rakes his fingers down your spine. When silence starts to hang in the air, tension growing thick, Haechan spares you a glance. “Noona?”

You’re not sure what it is inside you that drives you wild but when you’re awake from your reverie, your lips are on his again, melting against his heat, and desperately asking him to deepen the kiss.

The way he inadvertently moans against your lips indicates that your kiss catches him off guard but he soon finds back his pace. He crawls on top of you, pressing your body closer, chest meeting chest, and murmurs your name with his silvery voice against your ear, successfully sending goosebumps to every inch of your body.

“Forget my first wish.” You can barely recognize your own voice from how husky it has become. He has his lips tracing your jawline, about to map his way down but you keep him still, not wanting to erase the warmth of his lips on yours just yet. “It’s a stupid wish anyway. I don’t know why I even asked that.”

Haechan forms a space between you, just to take another look at your face. His eyes are hooded, gleaming with desire. “Well then,” he rubs his thumb along your lower lip, while his tongue traces his own. “Can I kiss you more?”

“Yes.” It sounds more like a plead than affirmation, strongly painted with urgency. “Come here.”

Haechan’s lips are warmer than how they usually felt but you can’t be certain. It’s been a while since you last shared an intimate moment with him and you just now realized that it really isn’t just him who desperately seeks attention. You crave his touch way more than he does for yours.

But maybe that’s not true after all, because Haechan has his eyebrows furrowed as he kisses you passionately, his lips keep searching for yours whenever you try to pull away to catch a breath. The way he sinks his fingers along your hips, how determined he is in keeping you close to the point you can start counting on his eyelashes—everything that he does screams his emotions vividly. How much he longs for you. How much he misses the taste of your breath on his tongue.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper, your fingers pressed against his jaw. “Please…”

Haechan blinks, a bit startled and perhaps a tad confused as well, considering you stopped him from going too far earlier. But he doesn’t complain and takes every chance he can get, if it means he can be closer to you. It’s so soft, the way he kisses you now, as if he’s having his first kiss, not sure if he’s doing it right but you don’t mind. It’s rare, being kissed by him like this, and somehow it makes your skin tingle as if merely just a touch of his lips is sending electricity to your entire body.

“I love you,” you whisper as you share his breath. “I really do love you, Hyuck.”

The way he halts his action for a good two seconds, probably letting your words sink into his head, makes your own heart skip a beat or two. And you’re worried if you say too much, or if you’ve become too needy and it annoys him, but when you sneak a glance at him, you notice how his cheeks are tainted with red before he leans closer, roughly murmuring, “Just kiss me again,” against your lips.

But the way he’s holding your body makes you feel way more loved than the words he said earlier. And he’s taking his time, just gently moves his lips against yours, his tongue slipping in only slightly to steal a taste. But you sigh against his mouth either way because it’s not only his kiss that weakens you, it’s his entire presence—the way his warmth seeps through the fabric of your dress, the way he’s holding back a moan when you unconsciously tug his locks a little bit too hard, or the way he just naturally smells so sweet, almost honey-like, numbing your other senses at once.

“Noona,” he breathes heavily, tilting his head to the side so you’ll have better access to running your lips against the skin of his neck. “I want… I need…” he trails off, too busy looking at the way you’re slipping your fingers underneath his shirt, tracing his hot feverish skin with your cold digits. “I really need you now.”

“Then keep touching me,” you mumble against his jaw, searching for his lips again. “I want to feel you too. Come closer.” But even if your words speak a sense of urgency, your fingers still feel as light as a feather on his skin and he seems to notice that, because he’s keeping up the same pace, not suddenly rushing to tear your clothes apart like how he usually does.

He chants your name over and over again, almost like a prayer, his desire running thick in his veins. As he moves down, his fingers find their way to the zipper of your dress, pulling it down slowly, and he takes his time to kiss every inch of your body that’s revealed to him one by one.

“You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to do this to you,” he confesses, his nose skimming along the skin of your shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too.” You arch your back, desperately needing to close the space between you. “I’ve missed you too.”

And you’re half-expecting him to put on a smirk and asks, “Yeah? How much, exactly?” But this time, he doesn’t. His lips are busy marking your skin, sucking gently at the spot that makes you curl your toes. He brings his eyes back to yours again when your lips moan out his name.

“Don’t do that,” he says, looking like he’s gradually losing control of himself. “You know how that drives me crazy.”

“I thought you liked it.”

“I love it, but—” He suddenly presses his lips hard against yours, as if there’s another person inside him that’s been screaming at him to latch his lips with yours before he wastes more second talking nonsense. And you try to reciprocate the movement of his lips with the same speed but he doesn’t give you much room to improvise. He knows what he’s doing, all you need to do is just relax and blend into the kiss. He already makes everything so easy for you. The problem is, he makes you feel like something is pressing against your chest and your stomach is doing crazy flips over and over again.

He finally stops again when you gasp his name.

“Ah, no, seriously.” It’s like he’s fighting a battle within himself, pulling away from you and shaking his head. “I want to take it slow today, Noona, but you moaning my name like that is not making it easy for me so please, just don’t—” He exhales, pressing his temple against yours with his eyes closed. “Don’t torture me like that.”

It’s cute how he tries to hold back, trying to be as gentle as possible. “I’m fine with the way you usually hold me, though.” It’s tempting, and he’s pretty much dazed with the sultry smirk you have on your face, but he shakes his head again, snapping him back from his own thoughts.

“No, it’s your birthday,” he says, eyes switching back and forth from your eyes to your lips as he tries to enunciate his reason. “I want to make it special.”

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. “So you’re saying that all the sex we did before today wasn’t special to you?”

He gapes. “No, that’s not—”

“Just kidding.” You giggle, pecking his cheek. “Okay, then, do your thing.” You sit up straight so you can undress properly and his eyes are instantly glued to your chest when your bra slips down your shoulders. You don’t really intend to make it sexy, but the way his eyes grow wide when you say “I’m all yours,” and lies down on his bed again in nothing but your laced underwear seems to indicate that that’s exactly how you look in his mind.

He mutters an almost inaudible fuck under his breath before he snaps himself out of his reverie again. He stands with his knees pressed on the bed, pulling his shirt over his head before he hovers back on top of you, peppering wet kisses from your ear to your neck before he ends it with his tongue trailing down the valley of your breasts.

He stops to reach for his drawer, searching for a condom while you struggle to unfasten his belt and unbutton his jeans. You’re finished a few seconds sooner and already have your back pressed against the sheet again when he crawls on top of you with a packet of condom between his teeth.

“No, wait.” You catch him by his arm as he’s about to tear the package with his teeth. “I’m on the pill today too so you can do it without.”

“Well, fuck,” he exhales, latching his lips back to yours again. “Why are you being so nice to me today?”

“You literally just complained about me being mean to you a few minutes ago.”

“Well, now that I get to come inside you again, I’m taking all my words back.” He gives playful kisses on your nose and cheeks before he licks around your face like how a cute little puppy would.

“Stop it, you’re gross!” But your airy laughter soon begins to vanish, only to be replaced with a sense of uncertainty. You begin to feel nervous when he hooks his fingers around the edge of your underwear and pulling it down your legs, baring yourself completely for his eyes. He’s seen you naked countless times and you never really felt this nervous before so it must be because—

“You seem to be thinking about something,” he interrupts, parting your legs so he can slide in between them. “Something wrong?”

“Umm—I—“ It’s not the way you stutter that betrays you; it’s the prominent blush that stains your cheeks. But you have to do this. You have to say this. Not just for your sake, but his too. “Haechannie..?”

“Yeah, Noona?”

“For my next wish…” You wet your lip anxiously, swallowing your breath, your heart nearly leaps out of your chest. “C-can you eat me out, please…?”

It’s the first time you’ve seen him so startled by your action—or by anything, really—to the point that he has to remind himself to blink. “What?”

You groan, hastily grabbing a pillow nearby and use it to cover your face. “Don’t make me say it again, you idiot!” You expect him to laugh, or worse, mock you about it but instead, he snatches the pillow away, throwing it to the side, and wraps his fingers around your wrists, holding you in place.

“Noona, please,” he pleads, his cheeks turning scarlet, mirroring yours. “Please say it again. I want to see you when you say it.”

It’s actually borderline hilarious the way he’s so serious about it, and perhaps it’s really his biggest turn on—one that he hasn’t seen coming from you after all this time—so you decide to swallow your pride and indulge him further.

You repeat your words and watch as his eyes widened again for a split second before they turn gentle, looking so happy that you finally get to answer his wish. “About damn time,” he whispers against your lips, his husky voice reverberating nicely to your ears as he tastes every bit of your mouth with his tongue. He wastes no more time, heading south while placing more wet kisses down your body.

His lips are hovering above your heat, and you can really feel his breath down there. You have your eyes closed in anticipation but Haechan suddenly says, “You know what, let’s do it this way.”

He leaves you hanging and you’re about to be swallowed by shame but he suddenly lies down on the bed, his head almost touching the headboard, and motions you to come closer. “Come here.”

“What?”

“I want you to sit on my face,” he says and you almost choke on your saliva. “Come here, Noona. Please.”

And it stresses you out so much because you’ve never done this before—never even thought about it even—and you figured you just had to lay there and let him do whatever he wants with you. Crawling over to sit on his face is clearly not what you had in mind.

“Come on,” he lightly sneers when he sees how nervous you are. “I won’t bite.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, feeling a little bit lightheaded from how embarrassed you are, but when he offers a hand, you take it and follow his lead.

You have your legs on each side of his head and he’s holding you by your hips, guiding you to lower yourself down to him. “Stop being so tense,” he chuckles and you flinch because he’s so dangerously close. “It’s not like I’ve never seen you up-close before.”

“It’s different—” You gasp when he swipes his tongue against your folds, just once, before he asks, “Different how?”

You’re too occupied with sorting out your feelings and all these sensations that coming into your head at once. “I don’t know, it’s weird—” You almost whine when you feel him moving his tongue again.

“Your thighs are shaking, Noona,” he chuckles, and you clench your teeth, trying to be less conscious of how his hot breath hitting your sensitive spot.

“Please, s-stop talking.”

“I’m trying to make this casual,” he says, his voice sounding less clear as it hits your skin. “If I stop talking, you’re gonna start thinking about things again.”

“I’m not—Haechannie—” You bring your fingers to cover your mouth to stop you from moaning too loud. He’s giving tentative licks around your clit, moving agonizingly slow and you fumble with your hands, not knowing where to place them. Everything feels both terrifyingly good and painfully awkward and you’re trapped between wanting to continue and stop at the same time.

“Here,” Haechan offers, taking one of your hands and guides it down until it finds home in his hair. “Or you can lay your hands against the headboard. But I prefer you do it this way so I’ll know if you’re feeling,” he stops to licks a stripe up your folds, making you shiver, “good, or,” this time, he stops to suck hard on your clit, startling you with the amount of pleasure jolting through your veins that your body begins to tremble. “Extremely good,” he finishes, moving to the side so he can place a kiss on your thigh, letting you feel his teasing smile on your skin.

Your breathing tatters as he continues with his ministrations, now adding one of his fingers inside you to increase the pleasure. Your head hangs low, and you’re not able to tear your eyes away from his face. Seeing him between your thighs, with his eyes closed as if he’s enjoying every second of it, is just the sexiest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

“You seem to be much more relaxed now,” Haechan leans back to show you his godforsaken smirk, “Good girl. Are you starting to regret the fact we didn’t do this sooner?”

And you want to be upset about it—about how he’s still teasing you even during this moment—but the way his breath keeps fanning against your sensitive skin makes you weak. “Please just…” You’re about to sob because it’s too damn embarrassing to be put in this situation. “Stop teasing me, Hyuck…”

Haechan blinks at your expression, his gaze immediately softens. “I’m sorry,” he says, kissing you gently on the inner part of your thigh again. “You’re just so damn cute, I can’t help but tease. Forgive me?”

And you just answer with a small nod because that’s all you can offer before his lips are pressed against your entrance again, tongue slipping inside to know how you really taste. 

“Wait—” You begin to panic from how good and weird it feels. “L-let’s stop for a sec—It’s too much—” The shame, the sensation, the pleasure—they’re all hitting you hard at once and you’re too nervous to function properly.

Haechan sneaks a glance at your face, taking in the way it contorts into several emotions at once. “Baby,” he calls out softly, which sends shivers down to your core. “Don’t be nervous, it’s only me.”

You notice how he’s imitating your words from earlier and that gives you the chance to think about something else. “But… What about you..?” You ask, making eye contact with him and gulping when he raises his eyebrow in question. “I mean, I can’t please you like this.”

“Oh…” He leans his head down to the bed, giving you the space you want but not exactly what you need. “Then… Wanna do it at the same time?”

You nibble at your bottom lip, slowly nodding your head and his eyes gleam excitedly in response.

“Ah, you’re the best, seriously,” he exhales, dreamily looking at you. “All right then, turn around.”

***

It’s two hours before midnight when another idea pops up in your head. “Haechannie,” you call him out, as you click off your phone and turn to him. Hearing him humming in response, you continue. “Call Jaemin and the rest of your cute little boyband.”

By the tone of your voice, he knows he’s going to go through hell again. He groans out loud, head dangling around the edge of his bed. “Why is this day not over yet, I swear to God—”

“Just call them, I’ve got something in mind.”

“Don’t tell me you want me to make-out with them or something.”

“Why, are you interested?”

He grimaces, sticking out his tongue. “I’d rather die.”

“Glad that’s not what I’m asking then.” You climb up to join him on the bed, sitting next to his body with your knee almost touching the side of his head. He shifts around, placing his head on your lap, and stares at you with tired eyes.

“Please don’t be too mean to me this time,” he begs and you snort, can’t believe that the mischievous Lee Donghyuck actually begs you to spare his life.

You card your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes, relaxing at your touch. It doesn’t last long though, his blissfulness, because on the next second, you say, “I want you to play that online game you always play with them but be terribly bad at it.”

“WHAT—“ He blurts out, sitting upright in such a rush that he almost knocks your heads together. “WHY—HOW COULD YOU—”

“Okay, breathe.”

“But this is too much!” He whines, his eyes widening in horror. “I have a status to uphold! You can’t do this to me!”

“Look, if it matters that much to you, I’ll give you permission to explain the situation to them.” You squeeze his hand, smiling understandingly at him. “You can tell them that you’re doing this because you’re granting my birthday wish.”

That manages to calm him down a little. “So I can let them know before the game? Oh, thank God—”

“No, a month after the game.”

“WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL—”

“Just do it already!” You shout out with a teasing grin strapped to your face. “You owe me at least that much after I let you come in my mouth.”

He gapes, eyes widening in shock. “That was for this?! I feel so tricked!”

“Well, I wasn’t thinking about that before but—” You shake your head, waving the rest of your sentence away. “Come on, Haechannie, please, please, please~” You rub your hands together, batting your eyelashes again.

He grumbles, pushing you away. “Stop doing that aegyo on me, I’m not doing it!”

I’ll grant you five wishes for your birthday!” You can’t believe you’re saying this and you know you’re going to regret it later in the future but there’s still time and you hope he’s gonna forget about it when the time arrives. Hopefully.

Haechanlooks extremely tempted at that. “Any kind of wishes?”

You wince but nod eventually. “As long as it’s nothing sexual.”

“Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that.” His smirk is back and he’s doing it so cockily that it sends shivers down your spine. Well, you can work over that problem later. “Fine, let’s go. Give me the phone.”

Haechan calls Jaemin an asswipe the first second he gets connected but by the sound of his voice coming from the other line, he’s not even bothered in the slightest. “Get off Jeno’s dick for once and log back into your account. Bring Jisung with you. I’ll be online in ten minutes and if I don’t see you there, I’ll text your mom the real reason why you didn’t show up on Christmas Day.” And he shuts off his phone with a click, throwing it randomly on his bed.

“Do boys normally make phone calls like that?” you ask, judging him.

He only shrugs, “Cooler ones do.”

“What happened during Christmas Day?”

“Jaemin got his ass drunk, went out with Jeno, and ended up having a threesome with a stripper.” He yawns, throwing himself back on the bed again. “I’m just glad they didn’t take Jisung with them. He’s been through a lot, that poor kid.” And when he sees you raising an eyebrow in question, he just waves you off. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”

There’s a lot of shouting in the background when the game started, most of it coming from the other line of Haechan’s headphones that’s strapped to his ears. You lean close to him so you can hear Jeno shouting at him, “Yah! What the fuck, Lee Donghyuck?! I thought you said you were going left!”

“I am going left.”

“THAT’S NOT LEFT, YOU IDIOT!”

And you feel sorry for your boyfriend for degrading himself on purpose like this. “As you can see,” he says, wincing as his ears begin to ring from all the shouting. He mutes his headphone as he focuses back on you with his fingers angrily tapping on his keyboards. “This causes me physical pain. I hope you’re happy.”

“I am happy.” You peck him on his cheek. “You’re the best. I love you.”

Haechan snorts, looking away and tapping his headphone again to unmute his microphone. “Hey assholes, I just died again. Sorry about that.” More screaming and angry rantings can be heard from the other line and you savor the moment as long as you can. It’s not every day you can see your cocky boyfriend being bullied by his underlings.

It’s too fun watching him play with his face contorting like he’s in deep agony that you begin to lose track of time. You just realize how late it is when Haechan suddenly quits the game, puts his PC back to the sleeping mode, and turns his chair around to face you. You suddenly feel nervous as you sit on the edge of his bed, with him staring at you with a sinful smile creeping up his face, crossing his legs.

“Ten, nine, eight,” he says, tapping his fingers and you flinch in realization. “You better start running, Noona.” He walks over, chucking off his shirt on his way to you whilst continuing his countdown. His silver necklace glints under the fluorescent light of his room and he bends down, trapping you between his arms. “Because I’ll be in charge in three… two…”

You gulp, your heart thrumming loudly against your ribcages as you feel his lips hovering dangerously above yours.

“One.”

***

[dayoung-remade]

You had always loved K-pop and it was no secret you were attracted to Korean men 27 of the boyfriends you had left you because they were sick of competing with what they liked to call ‘some Korean pretty boy with bangs’ and they shouldn’t have had to. You figured it was time to stop daydreaming and do something about your obsession, put some action to your words. There you were with a plane ticket and an absurd prayer that things wouldn’t go the opposite of what you want. A one-way ticket because you did NOT plan on coming back. The entire plane ride you thought about your friends and your family and what you would be leaving behind over this silly obsession but you didn’t care. It was high time you did something that made you happy. You moved into your cushy, yet super spacious 3-bedroom apartment your own little piece of heaven. You started seeing familiar faces walking past your apartment complex some of which you knew all too good others a little. Soon you found out that your apartment complex and both the dorms of NCT 127 and BTS were within a 3-mile radius of each other. Now that’s not too close but it’s also not all that far either. First it was a collective of short ‘HIs’ and HELLOs to all the members as they passed on their daily commute to wherever. Overtime you developed a relationship with all of the members of both BTS and NCT 127. They came to your house countless of times, ate dinner, hung out with you, played your game console that you hardly ever touched since you moved. They called you their ‘Dongsaeng’ In Korea it is a title or something someone calls you to show proper respect. It made sense somewhat being you were younger than all of them all except for Mark Lee who was your favorite. But the most common of faces you saw more than anyone else’s was Jung Kook and Johnny Seo. You could tell they loved being around you their faces lit up whenever you said anything. Your super corny jokes made them laugh the hardest. They both loved how cute, bubbly, and playful your personality was. It was so refreshing to them, plus your generous kind-hearted spirit and your ability to cheer them up when they were at their lowest. They both loved you and they really wanted you bad but they wouldn’t let you know that until this one night. You invited them over to watch ‘Ratatouille ‘one of your favorite Disney movies. You knew they couldn’t resist some alone time with you. You watched the bag of microwave popcorn turn around and around until you received a knock on the door. You energetically got up to answer it.
“Johnny & Jung Kook oppa so nice to see you guys” You said as you hugged them both at the same time
“You look beautiful Y/N” they say almost in unison
“Thank you guys, how are the rest of my babies doing are they okay ?”
“Well Mark, Taeyong, Do young and Haechan went shopping Jaehyun and Taeil went somewhere so it was just me in the dorm but they’re all good I’m sure.” Johnny Confirms
“Yeah, everyone else is back at the dorm they told me to tell you hi and they love you.” Jung Kook adds
“Aww, tell them I love them too. Okay the popcorn is almost done so go have a seat and make yourselves comfortable. You guys need anything else let me know alright ?”
“Yes, dongsaeng thank you for your hospitality.” Johnny Says
You give him a cute smile and continue doing what it was you were doing before they came in. They both took a seat on the couch leaving a spot in the middle for you to sit. They look at each other for a moment until one of them begin to speak
“Johnny Hyung”
“Yes Jung Kook”
“I don’t know if I should tell you this or not but, I have certain feelings about the dongsaeng we share”
“What kind of feelings?” Johnny snarls
“Dirty, nasty, erotic feelings, I mean my hair has been growing like crazy and I have constant dreams about her pleasuring me, I look down at her she gives me her cute and shy smile that drives me absolutely crazy. Sending me right over that peak making me- “
“Stop……. I believe I get your point.” Johnny interrupts
“Listen I know how you feel but, that’s our dongsaeng our beautiful, sweet, respectable dongsaeng and no matter what urges we have we must respect her got it?” Johnny continues
“Yes Hyung, you’re right” Jung Kook slumps down in his seat like a sad kid who can’t have his way
“But, you have them too right?” Jung Kook questions
“Well of course, I can’t imagine a straight man on this earth who wouldn’t looking at Y/N Dongsaeng”
They both examined you from across the room looking at every detail of your glorious body. Your apple hips, your perfect C-Cup breast, your soft, plush, behind defined by your black Nike compression shorts that just mold perfectly to your body. They both let out a sigh of astonishment at how amazing one woman can look let alone be for that matter.
“Listen uhh…. Jung kook all that stuff I said about respecting her?” Johnny asks
“Yeah?” Jung kook answers back eager to know the rest of Johnny’s thought
“Forget all of it, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave this house without feeling her.”