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markleesthighs · 3 years ago

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Nct dream reaction if you forgot their bday lol

-sorry this request took a while, reactions take a long time to write, enjoy! (GIFS accredited to the original owners)

Mark

Mark would always have hope that you’d have some secret surprise waiting, when in reality, you mixed up your dates and genuinely forgot. He would be waiting like a puppy expecting for a grand surprise, but when you guys went to bed without any happy birthday, he would just go silent. The next morning you noticed Mark looked more monotone than usual. He would have a blank face or speak to you in a flat voice. It wasn’t until Johnny mentioned it to you that you missed his birthday last night. You felt incredibly guilty and immediately went home and planned to surprise him. You bought him his favorite chicken and sliced up fresh watermelon, along with two gifts for him. When Mark came home his eyes went wide and you immediately ran up to hug him.

“I’m so sorry I forgot.”

“Don’t be, I know you’re busy.”

“How could I forget the birthday of the person I love the most?”

“Well, you definitely made up for it, thank you so much baby.”

Renjun

When you forgot his birthday, you wouldn’t notice his mood change but his members would. They would notice he would be more moody and frustrated when he made a mistake. He would throw his bags and water bottles against the wall before practice. Jaemin called you and asked if you knew why Renjun was in a bad mood. You thought about it and then realized you forgot about his birthday last week, since you were working overtime at your job, you came home very late that night. You instantly felt guilty. You called up Renjun and planned a surprise date for him at his favorite Chinese hot pot place. You both ate happily together, until the staff started to sing happy birthday for him. He immediately looked at you in awe.

“I’m sorry that I forgot your birthday.” You handed him a cheesy card that said “Donut want to forget your birthday.”

He smiled and gave you a kiss.

“It’s ok, I forget things sometimes, thanks for a memorable night my love.”

Jeno

Jeno would be visibly mad at you and his members when you forgot. He wouldn’t talk to you at home and he would take out all his anger when he would be working out. His members would even back up and away when he would be working out. He would throw his laundry in your face and tug the blanket in your shared bed away from you. He would purposely act like a brat at home, and eventually you had enough of his attitude.

“Lee Jeno?! What the hell is wrong with you lately?! Why are you acting like a spoiled brat all of a sudden?!”

“I don’t know maybe SOMEONE forgot one of the most important days of my life?!” Tears began to well up in Jeno’s eyes.

“You didn’t have a concert showcase on the 23rd- wait. Jeno, baby....”

You saw Jeno have his hands in his face as he cried.

“Don’t you know how humiliating it was for me to have the one person who cares about you most forget your birthday? When EVERYONE ELSE REMEMBERED?!”

You lightly hugged Jeno afraid he would push away. But he held on to you too.

“I know you can forget things, but I would have still appreciated a ‘happy birthday’ at least...”

“How about I cook you some jjampong? As an apology and belated birthday soup?”

“With extra octopus please.” He said with a pout.

“Of course, anything for my birthday boy.”

Haechan (Donghyuck)

Haechan would be the most moody person on earth. Sulking about everything when he wasn’t greeted with a happy birthday by you. Little did he know, you and his members were purposely pretending it wasn’t his birthday so you guys could surprise him that night. He would hope he members would remember but when they started to act normal he felt hurt. He would tease them asking them what day it was, hoping they would remember, but they would respond with, “It’s the 6th?” or “It’s just Sunday?” Meanwhile you were home decorating the living room with streamers and balloons filled with gifts and preparing his favorite meal, samgyeopsal. Everyone left early except Haechan and they arrived at your home to hide and help you prepare everything else. When Haechan came home when the lights were off, Jeno turned them on and everyone shouted:

Haechan bursted into tears while all 23 of his members ran up and teased him for crying. He eventually saw you can cried into your arms.

“Jagiya, you were too cruel! I hate you!!”

You laughed while you kissed him on his lips.

“You poor little cry baby, I’d never forget your birthday.”

“I know, but NEVER do this again.”

Jaemin

You could never tell if Jaemin was upset or not. When you forgot about his birthday he acted normal, bottling up his emotions inside. But eventually bottled up emotions are released. First it started with dance practice where Renjun accidentally bumped into him during a transition and he sarcastically remarked, “Shouldn’t you know your places by now? You’re so incompetent.” That hurt Renjun’s feelings, avoiding Jaemin for the rest of the day. While recording Hot Sauce he had a hard time hitting a high note and was so frustrated that he hit the table with sheet music causing it to fall everywhere. Renjun decided to call you to pick him up, hopefully to get in a better mood tomorrow. When you picked him up he looked beaten down. You kept pestering Jaemin about what’s wrong until he unleashed his emotions while you were driving.

“Can you shut up?”

“I won’t unless you tell me what’s wrong.”

“First of all, you forgot my birthday, second, everyone was doing everything wrong during dance rehearsals, and finally I couldn’t even sing properly, I fucking hate everyone!”

You pulled the car over as you hugged Jaemin crying in your car.

“I’m so sorry I lost track of time and forgot, please don’t take it out on your work or your members. People make mistakes, and it’s ok, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, I should have talked to you first anyway, so I wouldn’t have kept my anger inside.”

“How about we watch a movie and cuddle when we get home, I can pick up a cake and a present so we can celebrate.”

“That would be lovely, thank you darling.”

Chenle

Chenle would be salty about it. Even when his parents sent him a lavish gift for his birthday, he disregarded it, calling it ok. (yeah a 2.6 million dollar watch was ‘ok’). He wanted a ‘happy birthday’ or any gift from you and it would mean the world to him. One night you overheard him on the phone with Jisung.

“At least your girlfriend remembered you had a date tonight, mine couldn’t even remember my birthday!”

You knew what you had to do, you drove to multiple stores that night. You bought Daegal a cute birthday outfit, bought him a chocolate ice cream cake, card, and present.

When you came back you heard him singing in the shower, and got ready for the perfect moment to apologize. You dressed up Daegal in an adorable outfit, lit a candle on the cake and laid out his presents and card. Once you heard the shower turn off you called Chenle out into the kitchen.

“Lele? Can you come here please?”

“Sure, whats-...wrong.”

You used Daegal’s tiny little paws to wave and clap while you sang happy birthday to Chenle. He gave his cute dolphin laugh and blew out the candle. You gave him a kiss and apologized.

“Thank you, and Daegal, for the surprise.”

Jisung

Jisung would hide it pretty well but would have a resting bitch face about it the next day. He’d glare at everyone, even random strangers who would slowly walk away from him. He’d be really good a hiding it for a while until you would see him puff out his cheeks, mumble something under his breath, or groan out of frustration. You asked him one night what's making him so stressed. He said it was nothing but you knew it wasn't. You asked one of his members at one of their practices if something happened during practice but they assured you nothing out of the ordinary happened. Then Mark came running up to you asking if you could give Jisung something for his birthday because he was out of the country for SuperM promotions. Fuck, you forgot his birthday yesterday. You thanked Mark and drove to the nearest stores to pick up an Iron Man figurine as an apology. When you got home you greeted Jisung and handed him his gift.

“What’s this?”

“You’re belated birthday gift, sorry I forgot about it baby.”

“It’s ok- no way! This is the action figurine I wanted! Thank you!”

“Oh, and Mark wanted to give this to you too for your birthday.”

“I doubt it will be as cool as your gift, thank you.”

Bonus:

“He wrapped a whole melon in wrapping paper, what the hell?!”

You laughed, “Let’s cut it up and eat it. To celebrate.”

“Thanks, Mark, I guess...”

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gohyuck · 4 years ago

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pairing: fratboy!lee donghyuck (haechan) x reader

genre: angst/fluff/suggestive (explicit allusions to/mentions of sex)

word count: 4.1k

warnings: fwb relationship, general asshattery on hyuck’s part, explicit mentions of and allusions to sex, slight dom!hyuck

part of a series?: yes, 37.5% viewer ratings, my hyuck bday celebration

🎵 no shame - eric nam

☀️ sex isn’t sex for you without donghyuck

“you’re late.”

donghyuck’s tone is curt, clipped in a way that has no business within the four walls of a frat house, especially not during a thriving party. he has you cornered, one hand out on the wall beside you while his eyes run over your face. the other has a cup of some concoction dangling between his fingers, idle at his side. there’s a potted money plant on your left and a couple of boozed up party-goers mid-conversation to your right.

“and you’re evidently very observant.” you respond, tone dripping sarcasm. you’ve been at the Nu Kappa Theta house for less than five minutes and donghyuck - haechan to the campus, hyuck to those who know and love him - already has his lips inches from your own. you can smell the jungle juice on his breath, and it mixes sweetly with the cedar and orange blossom of his cologne.

it usually takes him at least ten minutes to get here. you consider yourself impressed.

“no bullshit today.” he murmurs, inching closer. donghyuck moves his hand from the wall, instead choosing to trace along the side of your face before placing his fingertips under your chin. he grabs your face lightly, forcing you gently to look him directly in his eyes. you can’t help but shiver under his gaze. the corner of his mouth quirks up at seeing this, and you realize that donghyuck - a stereotypical class clown if you’ve ever met one - is dead serious. he doesn’t want to play, not tonight.

you let your cockiness, your proud facade drop as you nod against his hand.

“okay,” you whisper, feeling small for the moment. “yeah, okay.”

donghyuck wastes no time in stepping back from you, his hand dropping to grasp one of yours. as he pulls you through the throng of partiers, he nimbly places his red solo cup on top of a counter, nodding to a nearby brother - jaemin, if you remember correctly - as he does so. you watch the blue-haired boy throw you and donghyuck a wolfish grin, and you can’t help the blush that rises to your face. you wonder what jaemin’s grinning about.

donghyuck doesn’t give you much time to ponder this as he drags you up the house’s main staircase quite swiftly, pulling you into his bedroom before caging you up against his wall. you lean forward, eager to meet his mouth with your own, but he pulls back before you can. the smirk he gives you infuriates you even more.

“you’re the worst-” you start, only for donghyuck to place his hand against the bottom of your throat, not pressing just yet. he pushes you back, flush against the door, before leaning in, reveling in how your breath audibly hitches once his face is right against yours, dark eyes roving your features.

“if you were good you wouldn’t say shit like that,” he murmurs, lips brushing against yours. he gives you no time to respond, surging forward and taking your lips for himself as he makes quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. you do the same with his shirt - silk, and far too expensive for a college party that’s likely to end in his clothes getting unidentifiable stains - though you’re far more careful with his clothes than he is with yours. he looks even cockier than before when he removes his mouth from your neck for air, and you’re sure it’s because you already look fucked out for him. he lets out a dry chuckle at how swollen your lips are and how unfocused your gaze is for the moment.

“i want you to be good for me, and i thought we agreed on no bullshit tonight, hm?”

“yes,” you say, words coming out in a whisper from the depths of your dry, now-scratchy throat. your swallow is audible.

“yes?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. your heartbeat stutters as you realize what you’ve forgotten, rushing as you hurry to rectify your mistake.

“yes, donghyuck.” you correct yourself, happy to receive a pleased nod from the man in front of you in response. you aren’t allowed to call him haechan, and you most certainly aren’t allowed to call him hyuck. he offers you no reasoning, and even though it stings you, cuts open your heart just slightly, you never ask.

“on your knees, darling. i’m not drunk enough to deny myself a blowjob, and i promise i’ll get on my knees for you too, but i don’t think you’d enjoy fucking me tonight.”

you blink at him in surprise, and he moves his hand from your neck to cup your face. if you hesitate any longer, you know he’ll yank you onto the floor, forcing you to your knees. you know your safe words, after all, and he’s never pushed or pulled you wrongly.

still, you need to make sure.

“donghyuck,” you start, and he softens slightly at your tone. you seem genuinely inquisitive, like you’re about to ask him something important instead of questioning him like a brat.

“hmm?”

“you’ve still had some things to drink and i barely had, like, a few sips of soju before you found me. are you- are you sure you want me to suck you off? i don’t want to... i don’t want to take advantage of you. that, and-” you interrupt yourself to glance down, only to glance but up at his eyes. “-you aren’t even hard yet. you said no bullshit, but i don’t think you meant it about sex. what’s wrong?”

“wh-” donghyuck looks almost affronted at your genuine line of questioning, his jaw clenching heavily as he looks at you. “when the fuck do we ever talk? if we aren’t going to do anything, we might as well go back out.” he emphasizes this by dropping his hand from your face, instead reaching to grab the doorknob of the door behind you. on impulse, you grab his wrist.

“we don’t,” you say, swallowing after you admit it. “we don’t ever talk and i- it’s obviously bothering you, whatever it is, and i think we need to talk it out. i’m not sucking your dick until we do.”

the pause after your words is... stifling, to say the least. you stare at him, searching his eyes for something, anything. he remains unreadable.

donghyuck’s shoulders stiffen for an imperceptible moment before relaxing entirely, and when he gently pushes you aside, you allow him to. you watch as he pulls the door open regardless, only letting his eyes find yours after.

“get out,” he says, voice surprisingly steady. “get out of my room, and it might be best if you just get out of the house.”

“donghyuck-”

“i’m serious.” he grits out, not meeting your eyes. the difference between the sultry, flirty donghyuck you’d had moments ago and the angry one in front of you now does not escape you. still, for the sake of the tears that are budding along your waterline, you clench you’re teeth together, not willing to let him have the last word.

“you have no fucking shame,” you manage to get out, glaring directly at him as you do. “you can fuck me but you can’t talk to me, huh? i’m just some whore for you to use and throw as you like? you don’t even let me call you fucking nicknames, and you think you have the right to be pissed at me for not doing you while you’re drunk? for caring about you? you make me fucking sick.” you spit out and storm out, not giving him the chance to react nor giving him a second glance, no matter how badly you want to hand him both.

as you rush down the stairs, not bothering to interact with anyone despite the ‘hey, (name)!’s and the ‘woah, slow down’s that you get, you can’t help but tell yourself that you’re done for good, this time. you’re doing sleeping around with donghyuck in the way you should’ve been done months ago. no amount of dick is good enough to keep around when the person attached to it keeps hurting you over, and over, and over. you’ve been mad at him before, but you usually let him fuck you roughly against a wall, bent over his desk, to get both yours and his frustrations out.

still, even then and during all those times, you’ve known it. you’ve known that you’re falling for him, and you’ve known that it isn’t reciprocated. tonight’s made it glaringly obvious that he only sees you as holes to fill, and you absolutely refuse to be an object, no matter how much it hurts to leave.

it’s only once you’re out of the NKT house that you realize your pants are still unbuttoned. the rage and embarrassment that engulf you as you tuck your shirt in properly and zip your jeans back up both have you pulling your phone out, typing, and hitting send before you even know what you’re doing.

the walk back to your place feels awful, but you hold your shoulders high. it isn’t a walk of shame, it’s a walk of relief.

at least, that’s what you tell your roommate, who inevitably questions you after seeing you walk in, slam the door shut, collapse on the couch, and whine for a bottle of straight vodka.

across campus, donghyuck is sitting on his bed, head in his hands, as he tries to tune out his thoughts by focusing on the pounding music he can still hear through his shut door. his phone lies face up and unlocked beside him, though the text that’s lighting up the screen is the very thing he’s doing is damnedest not to look at.

from (name) 😉: it’s over.

♕ ♕ ♕

you manage to go a full week without thinking about him.

it’s genuinely easier than you expect - he isn’t in any of your classes, and you don’t have any truly close friends in common, so you find that you don’t have any reason to see him. sure, you aren’t too thrilled about going from getting laid thrice a week to getting laid exactly 0 times in 7 days, but you'll be damned if you let good dick distract from how poorly you’d been treated by donghyuck.

and god, is it some insanely good dick.

still, you’re determined not to let it get to you, and for a short while, things work out in your favor. you’re busy with organization meetings, volunteering projects, classwork, and spending time with your friends.

disaster strikes for the first time during an organic chemistry study group meeting on day 8.

“(name)? (name)- earth to (name)? hello?”

“huh? wh- yes,” you blink rapidly, pulling yourself back into reality. something’s in your mouth - you realize belatedly that you’re chewing on the already-crushed end of your pen. the daydream you’d been having floods back to you, forcing heat to rise into your cheeks as your friends stare on, mild concern and confusion scrawled across all of their faces.

it’s always been his hands. his fingers, his palms, the way he cups your cheek and the way he kneads at your thighs while they shake around his head. in the world inside your head, you’d practically been able to feel his fingers tracing your skin, hovering over where you needed him the most, giving you exactly what you’d needed.

you might not see his face in your daydreams, but donghyuck’s hands will never be disembodied for you. they carry the weight of his words, the curve of his signature smirk, the sharp edges of his teeth sinking into the meat of your shoulder. you shake your head, forcing yourself out of your reverie.

your friends are still staring at you. at seeing just how flushed and disoriented you are, you practically see realization dawn simultaneously on each of them.

pity joins concern and confusion.

“(name), if it’s hyuck you can talk to us-”

the sound of his name - no, his nickname, the one you’ve always been forbidden from calling him - is what truly forces you back into the truth of the situations both in your heart and between your legs. your friends’ stares start to suffocate you, and you suddenly want nothing more than to be at home.

“i have to go,” you interrupt soobin, standing up as you speak. they all watch, speechless, as you shovel your things into your backpack. “i just- i have to leave. i’ll see you guys later.”

you rush back to your apartment, tossing your bag onto the couch before you lock the front door. you’re thankful to find that your roommate is still in class, or at a club meeting, or wherever. you aren’t quite sure. it doesn’t matter to you - you’re only really looking for one thing, the one thing that you hope will draw your mind off of your aches and your hurt.

you almost cry when you find that your vibrator has no charge on it, and you really do cry when you find that your own fingers, your own hands aren’t enough anymore. it takes a long, long while of imagining that it’s donghyuck touching you, donghyuck who’s giving you the pleasure you deserve, before you can finally properly come after two whole weeks.

after that, it just keeps getting worse.

♕ ♕ ♕

it’s day 11 when you catch sight of him across the dining hall.

he doesn’t see you - you make sure of that when you walk back out immediately after having walked in. it isn’t a big loss - you’ll just go ahead and pay at a nearby foodtruck for once. you’ve been meaning to taste test from the new shawarma truck for a while anyways.

still, the glimpse of him sitting, laughing at something one of his friends has said right before taking a bite of what you believe is a burrito haunts you. more specifically, the image of him nonchalantly licking sauce off his tan skin, swirling his tongue around his thumb and index fingers to make sure it’s all off, is immediately burned into the space behind your eyelids.

even as you sit on a park bench, taking bites of your pita bread while intermittently scrolling through your phone, you can’t shove donghyuck out of your mind. his tongue terrorizes you, flashes of your past trysts with him running through your mind even as you’re determined to focus on your bread and your bread only.

it doesn’t work.

he might be godly with his fingers, but it isn’t as if his tongue isn’t skilled, either. donghyuck has stamina for days, and you attribute it to both youth and the fact that he’s in a frat. you assume sex is some kind of competition for the brothers, although you hope donghyuck doesn’t just see you - hadn’t just seen you - as a conquest, another tally mark. you don’t know if you’d put it past him, though.

after all, if there’s anything donghyuck hates, it’s losing.

and he’d never lost with you. no matter how much you tried to gain control, tried to keep yourself from reacting in the ways he wanted just for the sake of being a brat, donghyuck always won. you can’t even count the number of times he’d eaten you out quickly, sloppily, smirking against your skin in a way that has your nerves on fire. he’d kissed you with everything he’d had, bruised your collarbone and laved his tongue over it like you were his lifeline. his mouth is just as heaven-sent as the rest of him.

you find yourself squirming on the park bench, annoyingly familiar with the tightening in your stomach. donghyuck has a hold on your heart, yes, but you think you hate the hold he has on your underwear even more.

that night, while you dream, you dream of his lips, his tongue. you dream of his smiles and his smirks, the way his mouth looks falling open as you run your own tongue over the head of his cock. you can’t get enough of him, even when you’re asleep.

you wake up sweating.

♕ ♕ ♕

your roommate wakes you up at 2 am on day 14 by loudly and angrily knocking on your bedroom door. before you can even open it, a shout of ‘don’t fuck too loudly’ hits your ears, and you hear the door of the other bedroom in your apartment slam shut. you’re barely out of bed when there’s even more knocking, though, this time, it’s far softer.

“can i come in? can we talk?”

your breath hitches, and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you’re only wearing skimpy underwear and an oversized t-shirt. still, against the ongoing war inside your head, you find yourself turning your door handle and pulling it open.

donghyuck, dressed in plaid pajama pants and a neon yellow shirt that’s definitely from some volunteering organization or the other, looks positively forlorn. even worse than than, he looks completely hopeful. you doubt he’s aware of this dichotomy as you step aside, letting him walk in before closing the door behind him.

“before you - fuck, if you were even going to say anything, honestly - let me explain myself. let me explain myself, and then i’ll fuck off again, and we don’t - we don’t ever have to even see each other again, yeah?”

you’re still groggy, but just seeing him both saddens and enrages you. luckily for donghyuck, you’re far too tired to kick him out, so all you do is nod before gesturing for him to sit down on your bed. for your part, you settle down at your desk chair, pulling it so it’s near the foot of your bed.

“i never had a problem with emotionless sex before i met you,” he starts out, and your mind is working at a mile a minute trying to process what he’s saying. donghyuck, lost in his own thoughts, doesn’t notice this, only forging ahead.

“at first, i just thought you were a good fuck, i- i just figured we were having some fun, you know? but then i started... i started letting you stay nights, and you woke me up with breakfast that one time, and... and it just felt right, you know? i didn’t let you call me haechan because it felt too formal, and hyuck just doesn’t carry the weight your words have for me. that, and i was worried that if i let you call me the same thing everyone who loves me calls me, then it would be true, and it would be real.” he finally pauses in his ramblings, taking a deep breath at the end as if it’s the first one he’s taken in a while. donghyuck looks at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to talk or ask or do anything, but he finds that your mouth is just slightly open, your eyes wide as you try and puzzle together what he means.

you’re lucky he’s feeling patient. his eyes light up slightly once you finally respond after what feels like eons.

“... what would be real?”

donghyuck’s budding smile disappears as quickly as it had grown, and he suddenly can’t look at you. he busies himself in roving his eyes around your bedroom, swallowing before he can reply to your question.

“the fact that i was falling for you. it wasn’t just sex, anymore. i- i wanted to... i want to cuddle with you, watch godawful movies with you, go iceskating and drink hot chocolate with you. i don’t just want to fuck you, i... as goddamn cheesy and sappy and awful as it sounds, i want to make love. the thing i was so worked up about that day was that i’d seen you laughing and talking with some other guy when you’d first gotten to the party, and it made me ache on the inside in ways i didn’t know i could. i might just be in love with you, and it freaked me out, so i hurt you. i’m sorry for it, but nothing’s changed other than the fact that i’m not afraid of my own feelings anymore.”

his declaration - his spiel - hits you in the heart, and you’re so stricken in the moment that it must show across your face. donghyuck’s eyes flit to yours, and whatever he sees in them must hurt him immensely, because he allows himself the saddest smile you’ve ever seen on anyone before he pushes himself off your bed.

“i, uh, i know you don’t feel the same way. i just figured i should tell you,” he says, words coming out softer than he means for them to. the smile he gives you is gentle and kind, and you can feel your eyes start to well as he turns around to open your door. he doesn’t look back at you as he speaks again while pulling it open.

“it was nice knowing you, (name). maybe we can be just friends one day.”

you can’t sit by anymore - your thoughts are done forming. without thinking, you lunge out of your chair, grasping onto donghyuck’s shirt.

“i might be in love with you too, you absolute fucking idiot,” you gasp out once you’ve forced him to turn around and face you. “and i asked if you wanted to talk that night because i might love you. i asked because i care, and because i wanted to be more than just a fuckbuddy. god, we’re both stupid as hell.”

“you...” donghyuck manages to get out, his hands finding your waist automatically after he gently kicks your door closed. “you want to be more than what we are too?”

“yes!” you cry out, reaching up to cup his face. “yes. i mean, i miss getting laid, too, and i’ve been dreaming of you, i won’t lie, but yes, i want to hold your hand and go on coffee runs and make you my phone wallpaper and do other gross, couple-y shit with you. i have for a while. i’m still a little mad at how you handled that last night, but i- yes, i want you to be my boyfriend.”

“seriously? really? like really, seriously?” donghyuck asks, the situation at hand finally dawning on him. his eyes are alight with new fire, and as you nod vivaciously he can’t help but laugh and pull you into his chest.

“then it’s settled,” he says, once you both finally pull apart. “we’ll go out and watch a movie or something tomorrow - or, i guess today - night. yeah?”

“yeah.” you agree, smiling genuinely at him. as you look into his eyes, you see them shift slowly from their soft gaze to having a slightly darker, harder edge. his fingers tighten against the cloth of your shirt, and you swallow under his hot stare. you’re guessing that he missed being inside of you just as much as you missed having him inside of you.

“you also mentioned dreaming of me,” he mutters, leaning close to speak directly into your ear. you can’t help the shiver the runs through your body, and donghyuck doesn’t try to hide the low laugh he has at your expense. you don’t trust yourself to speak, not at 2 am while cornered by the one you love, so you just nod, your hair tickling the side of his face.

“no bullshit tonight?” he asks, one hand already coming up to trace what’s showing of your collarbone. you whimper out a ‘yes’, and he walks you backwards until you’re forced to sit down on your bed, forced to stare up at him.

he smiles down at you, and to your surprise, it isn’t hardened or full of command. it’s soft, and real, and you can tell that it’s meant just for you. you smile sweetly back up at him, and he runs a thumb over your cheekbone.

“show me what i did in your dream,” he finally says, sinking to the floor on his knees in front of you. you must look both incredulous and inquisitive, because he takes both of your hands in his, intertwining his fingers with yours before looking up at you. when he finally speaks again, your heart flutters, and you know that maybe, just maybe, the two of you will be alright.

“show me what i did in your dream. tonight, it’s all about you.”

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jisvnq · 4 years ago

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title ; kiss

genre ; fluff, humor, youtuber!reader

word count ; 1.2k

description ; where you finally film a Q&A with your boyfriend, jisung, but he had his own question to ask.

z.txt ; wow even after all this time, i’m still so bad at descriptions and summaries huh 💀 but anyways, i actually kinda liked how this turned out and i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it ☺️ and so this’ll come out october 1 huh.. happy october everyone 🥰 countdown to my bday no one cares about: 17 days lol

“‘When did you have your first kiss?’” youtuber!you read out loud from the list of random questions on your phone.

“Huh?” Jisung asked in slight surprise, turning his head to you at the question. “Our- our first kiss?”

“Mhm!” you nodded, grinning at the blushing boy who avoided eye contact with both you and the camera. “Do you remember?”

Jisung seemed to have gained his confidence back, now giving you a warm smile as he replied. “Of course I do! It was in the summer of 2013 when we were 11, and I still remember the playground it happened at. And just for everyone’s information, it was me who kissed this idiot here—”

“Oh hold on,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him as he sat up a bit straighter, clearly taking pride at being the one to kiss you first. “It was an accident and both of us were at fault.”

“Mind you, if I hadn’t tripped over first, you wouldn’t have fallen on top of me and we wouldn’t have kissed either,” he explained smugly, making you look over at the camera incredulously. “So it’s my fault we kissed, and I still have the scar on my elbow to prove it.”

You turned to him, looked at each other for a few seconds and it suddenly turned into an impromptu staring contest, both of you bursting out into laughter when a speck of dirt flew into Jisung’s eye which caused him to lose. You quickly helped him though, sliding into his lap to face him, wiping the falling tears away until you got the speck of dirt out.

“Well that was unlucky,” he said with a laugh, swatting your hands away from his face. “You win this time, idiot. Now, get off, you’re heavy.”

“Rude,” you scoffed, slipping back into your spot on the sofa. You took a look at your phone again and grinned. “Next question, ‘when was the last time you’ve kissed, on the lips?’”

“Oh gosh, why do you guys want to know so much about us kissing?” Jisung said, making a face when he saw the list of questions in your phone. He leaned forward and looked straight into the camera. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes again, pulling the boy back by his collar and he pretended to choke, snickering when you jumped. You hit his head with the phone in your hands. “Idiot. It’s not like we’ve been kissing anyways. Damn, who’d want to kiss you?”

“Excuse me?!”

You snorted, patting Jisung’s head to calm him down. “Joking. Kinda. Now, this is because I mentioned we never kissed, isn’t it?”

“What do you mean we never kissed?” Jisung scoffed. “We literally talked about our first kiss minutes ago. You really do have the memory of a gold fi— ow!”

“Idiot,” you shook your head, rubbing the spot on his arm that you just punched. “Name the last time we kissed then.”

“That was like seven… years ago,” Jisung said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “When we were 11… in the summer of 2013…”

“And there’s your answer,” you said, lifting you hands up in exasperation. You tsked and looked back to your phone. “Now, next—”

“Okay, hold up,” Jisung said, fidgeting with his fingers. You looked up at him and he puffed his pink cheeks out. He was nervous. “I have a… serious question here…”

You nodded and took his hands in yours when he began bringing it up to his mouth to nibble at. “Go on.”

“Why- why don’t we kiss?” he asked, quiet enough that you had to lean in to hear him, only making his heart beat faster. “Like… on the- on the lips and all, you know?”

He let out a small, nervous chuckle and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I- I don’t know… do you not want to kiss me?”

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to reply, but closed it back when his cheeks reddened even more. He looked away, mumbling. “But I- I do… don’t you?”

He looked back up shyly to see the rare sight of your flushed cheeks and you cough. “I- I do too, so…”

You met his eyes, an unasked question hanging in the small space between the two of you. He gulped, nodding as he leaned into you. He turned and his nose bumped into yours. He locked eyes with you once more to make sure, but instead of nodding like he expected you to, you closed your eyes and finally let your lips touch his.

He hummed in surprise, eyes wide at the abruptness of it all, but they soon fluttered to a close, returning the kiss as gently as he could. Your fingers threaded through his hair and his just simply caressed your face, large hands covering most of the kiss from the forgotten camera in front of you.

You pulled away when the feeling became too intense, still quite unused to it, and it suddenly became difficult for you to look at each other in the eyes, the air around you somehow different.

“That… that…” you struggled to form words, your lips still tingling from the foreign form of affection that they felt, your face still burning from his touch.

“I- I think I liked it,” Jisung whispered, a small smile on his flushed face. He snuck a glance over to you, reveling in the state he left you in, pride sneaking into his head and inflating his ego, knowing he was the only one who could fluster you to this extent.

“You think?” you whispered back, meeting his eyes only to look away again.

“W- well, I won’t know for sure unless I’ve tried it enough,” he said, face already beginning to near yours again. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes, trying to mentally prepare yourself for the—

“Hey, kids~” a singsong voice called from across the room. “The camera’s still rolling~”

“Oh, shit, r- right,” you stuttered, stumbling to get up on your wobbly legs, feeling as if they’ve turned to jelly just by his words. “Th- thanks, Hyuck!”

“No problem,” the older boy winked, eyeing the stumbling mess the two of you were left in, dismantling the set as quickly as you could, not even trying to mask the excitement you felt. He chuckled. “I’d edit all… that out if I were you, Y/nnie.”

“Y- yeah,” you mumbled, nearly bumping into Jisung, who carried the tripod away and saved the ringlight you held in your buttery fingers. “Oh, thanks, oh God, why am I like this.”

“That’s called love, Y/nnie~” Haechan grinned, beginning to walk out now. “You’re still gonna film the Q & A though, right?”

“That… can wait,” you breathed out, gaze falling onto Jisung who fumbled with all the tangled wires. You looked back to Haechan, who gave you a knowing smirk. “Right now, we’ve got more important things to do.”

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taejeonie · 5 years ago

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taehyuck moments that make me feel lonely

every time hyuck would call taehee and how she would respond

“noOOoOoNAaAaAA~”

“hAeChaAnIE~”

taehee had a like,,love-hate relationship with hyuck back then

“noona, i don’t like your hair”

“i don’t like your face, donghyuck”

lol but that was before

present time!!!!

everytime hyuck would look at taehee he looks so

smitten

it’s cute

during yaja time,,,hyuck would always make sure that taehee calls him ‘oppa’ just to tease her

when they both won in rpd in their weekly idol guesting,,,hyuck gave his point to 127 while taehee gave hers to dream

mark mentioning taehee and hyuck used to fight a lot predebut but now they’re super close!!!

taehee being tsundere with hyuck

“noona, i love youuuu |( ^ 3 ^)|”

*shoves hyuck away aggressively*

but then later on she’s like

“haechanie, do you want to play games?”

“i knew you loved me (＾＿＾)”

being good at games

they gave tips to dream on that one weekly idol episode

speaking of weekly idol episode

taehyuck stans got so much content when they guested there during superhuman era

taehee had to ‘appeal’ to them before picking a partner

“should i dance?”

“AEGYO”

“haechan-ssi said aegyo!!! wahh,,it looks like taehee-ssi is a bit reluctant”

taehee: jdkskdkfksk

“i....i’m not acting pretty-“

“AHH CUTEEE”

“i was born pretty”

“PASS!,” hyuck shouted

so the hosts continued to interview her while hyuck and doyoung were waiting behind her

“taehee-ssi, who do you want in mind?”

“haechanie?”

doyoung: <//3

“why haechan?”

“bc he’s good at playing games”

“ahh!! so you’re only using him?”

“yes hehe”

so when taehee turns around she’s like \(//∇//)\ bc hyuck’s there

but then she sees doyoung and she goes ( O . O)

“HER REACTION- HAHAHAHAH”

“okay. appeal to me”

hyuck stands up and proceeds to wink at her and bite his lip

hyuckie sweetie don’t be so provocative or else sunflowers will d word

“ah you’re a bit bold, aren’t you?,” taehee taunts him

“even if you’re just planning to use me, you’ll fall in love with me in the end and i will cherish you forever”

taehee.exe has stopped working part 3948289492

“OH HE OFFERED HIS LOVE”

“i have money-“

lol taehyuck wins in the end

taehee felt hyuck’s lips when they were guessing a ball of yarn was in between them so she got so scared

“WHAT WAS THAT”

they’re so cute during fansigns also

the cutest was one they were sending each other hearts while they were on both ends of the table

taehee can’t resist running her hands through hyuck’s hair

even if the managers tell her not to

like you’d see her stare at hyuck for a moment before patting his head and keeping her hand there

or pushing it back from the front

cheek kisses.

“noona, what are you planning to do after practice?”

“i’m planning to sleep-“

“MWAH”

“LEE HAECHAN!”

“and that was haechan’s kiss cam- OW”

host: “haechan, your birthday is coming up. what do you wish for?”

*glances at taehee sneakily*

“i want a kiss from noona”

then you can hear jisung, chenle, and renjun gag

while mark laughs nervously leader tingz

lowkey the host pestered her to do it so taehee kissed hyuck on the cheek anyways

being each other’s seratonin boosts during performances

like they would pass by each other and next thing you know,,they won’t stop smiling

in america hyuck kept clinging onto taehee

they also kept going on about taeil’s butterfly

when taehee mc’d for isac she was cheering for hyuck

“AH!! THAT’S OUR ACE!!”

and vice versa

when they were planning the 24-hour relay, taehee said she wanted to do frisbee and walk her dog but she wants a member to go with her

“i’ll go with you,” hyuck told her

“really?”

and you can see taehee’s eyes light up bc awowowow she’s so cute

so when they were doing the relay live already

the both of them went out to a park

“you’re in a lot of videos today”

“yes, but i enjoyed this the most since i get to spend it with youuuuu”

“you’re following in my footsteps, aren’t you”

hihi

so taehee taught him like the different throws of frisbee

hyuck threw the disc really hard and it landed far away so taehee had to get it

hyuck went near the camera and pointed it at her

“look at my noonaaaa”

“she’s so cute, isn’t she”

and then later on they walked taehee’s dog named ‘통이’

he’s a brown shitzu puppy that hyuck gave her for her bday

most of taehee’s relay vid was just her and hyuck playing with 통이

“so how’s our child doing in school?”

“OUR CHILD???”

“통이!! 통이’s our child!!”

“since when???”

“i gave him to you!! he’s our child now”

“you’re weird”

then later in hyuck’s relay,,he was about to play games

but he called taehee first

“baby? what are you doing?”

damn hyuck you call jaehyun baby,,,now taehee?? donghyuck bad boy.

“why the sudden english?”

(in korean) “just answer!!”

“umm i’m about to sleep. why?”

“okay..let’s just play games when you wake up!”

“you’re still playing games when i wake up? HAHA”

hyuck laughs with her, “yeaaaa”

“okay, goodnight baby!”

“goodnight, baby!”

c o n t e n t

them dancing all the parts in kick it during their weekly idol guesting

we stan

hyuck couldn’t look away from taehee when she was doing her facial window

“CUTE!!”

“AHH NOONA I WANT TO HUG YOU”

but the he suddenly goes silent when she does the cold ver.

flustered tm

but then goes back to finding her cute when she whined to jungwoo right after

in the latest nct life, they would sit beside each other all the time

vvvv competitive when they were doing the luge race

when they would sleep during car rides their heads are on top of each other <3

everytime taehee would laugh, the fans would notice how hyuck looked at her

like there’s literally heart eyes for her

and they were roommates

like her, hyuck, and yuta

since there were only two beds, yuta offered to sleep on the floor

“i’ll just sleep beside hyuck. you can take the bed”

later on...

“what are you doing?”

“i can’t help it...i like you too much”

“i can’t move”

“if we stay like this, we won’t need blankets anymore, noonaaa”

“turn the other way”

hyuck complied but made taehee wrap her arms around him

hyuck small spoon uwuuwuwuwu

both of them being good at the shooting game haha

#gamertingz

instead of worrying over hyuck when he almost fell off the 9m thingy

she laughed at him and called him slow

“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA”

“HEY HAECHAN YOU’RE TOO SLOW WE’RE LOSING”

but then they gang up on the opposing team bc they’re salty they lost

stealing clothes is taehee’s thing

well,,just hyuck’s clothes

like you’d see her wear hyuck’s ‘sinners’ hoodie from time to time

and his green one during the 00’ line vlive

i think she’s worn it a lot more than hyuck does

“you’re wearing my clothes again, why won’t you just buy your own?”

“save money!!!”

the way they hold hands is cute too

like during award shows, their pinkies are linked together akmakskakdl

and they’re always together in the airport

they were doing a punishment bc they lost in a game

and it was a peppero game

*cue mark sweating nervously bc the dreamies are scary and taehee is a rebellious so he doesn’t know what would happen*

anyw they got the peppero stick to go like really really short

like a little bit more and they would get in trouble

and then BOOM

renjun pushes taehee’s head forward, making her and hyuck almost kiss

but they pulled away so quickly

“you dangerous thing :000 we almost kissed”

and when mark thought it couldn’t get any worse

“it wouldn’t be the first time” - jeon taehee, 20

“oKAY CUT”

their iconic vlive moments

aka where hyuck professes his love to taehee it sounds so sincere that it makes her genuinely flustered

“one day, i’m gonna marry taehee noona-“

taehee hits him lightly in surprise before saying, “don’t stay stuff like that hahaha”

“it’s true!! i have my future planned out already”

“you’re so weird”

“it’s okay. as long as you love me”

hyuck moves his face closer to taehee, causing her to look away and gag

“DOYOUNG OPPA HE’S BEING WEIRD AGAIN!!!”

the other one was when taehee was reading comments

“lee donghyuck, do you love me?”

“jeon taehee, i really,,really,,really love you”

“.....i was reading a comment”

dw hyuck gave the fan a heart in slight embarrassment

and then the next one was during taehee’s birthday

she held a solo live yAYYYY

but then the comments were asking about hyuck so she let them know that he’s recovering well and he’ll be back soon before you know it!!

“haechanie? haechanie’s doing fine everyone!! he’s recovering at home and he’ll be back before you know it ∩^ω^∩”

“i think he’s watching this live- hey, haechan! you take care of yourself, okay? and don’t be too stubborn next time....”

“i got a little worried,” she mumbled softly

“just get better quickly, okay? i’ll treat you to beef and we can go watch movies as soon as your better”

she gives a smile before going back to reading the comments

her phones suddenly rings, “oh? it’s haechanie”

she puts it on speaker and says hello cutely

and the first thing hyuck says is

“i love you”

ABD THEN TAEHEE SMILES JUST REALLY WIDE AND HER DIMPLES ARE SHOWING AND HER EYE SMILE

DEFINITELY ARE SOULMATES

“i miss youu”

“i miss you tooo. what are you doing?”

“watching your live of course!! happy birthday”

“hihi thank you”

and then when hyuck got better they had another vlive again with 127 and dream

like the new year one

anyways

it got quiet for a bit after haechan said his like ‘i’m better now’ speech

and then when he finishes taehee calls his attention

and she’s like serious BC SHE WAS WORRIED OKAY

HYUCK’S LIKE HER BABY STFU

“be careful next time. don’t get sick again”

it sounded so sincere hyuck felt his heart melt.

cute

DREAM GRADUATION

ugh such an emotional day

hyuck was tearing up when watching their vcr

then he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore when they were doing their ending ment :(((

i mean he’s still with them in 127 but it feels different :((

when they were about to do a group hug, taehee pulled away from mark and ran into hyuck when he opened his arms out for her

it was a short hug but still

:(((

bUT!!!

they continue to support each other even if they’re in different sub-units at times

taehee kept saying hyuck looked more handsome ever since boom cb

then even MORE handsome in reload

“i know (⌒-⌒; )”

fans noticed how taehee turned more affectionate with hyuck during this era

OGNDNKDKDKS

“most importantly, i miss mark hyung and taehee noona today”

(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

OKAY BACK TO LESS ANGSTY MOMENTS

now taehee is more clingy with hyuck these days

it’s either they’re beside each other and one of them is leaning on the other

or they sit on each other’s laps

they also go out and eat often yieeee

“is it good?”

“mhmm!!”

that’s all thank u for tuning in !!!

although, she doesn’t show it that much at first, taehee loves hyuck very much !!!

so does hyuck

i feel like they’re really gonna have a very strong relationship til the end of time

yes they’ll grow old together <33

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huangels · 6 years ago

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the universe works in mysterious ways - haechan

a/n: happy birthday to the shining sun, haechan!! this scenario is dedicated for hyuckie’s bday but it’s not june 6th anymore in korea but in america it is so-,, i didn’t expect this to be so long sorry dkshdh. i’m making a tag for birthday dedicated fics btw, (also i wanted it to be all in haechan’s POV butttt it didn’t turn out well so it’s half and half)

summary: Haechan bumps into you at the cafe you work in, and grows fond of you so he visits more often. Every visit is full of shining smiles and glowing eyes, until one night, he trudges in with a gloomy storm cloud above him.

genre: fluff, if you squint there might be light angst?

warnings: none

word count: 3.1k

[ HC's POV ]

The buzzing small cafe is filled wall to wall with people. As expected, since it is breakfast time. Haechan is lucky enough to get there earlier than the breakfast rush hour to find an empty small table near the corner. At least, the table is by the window (he likes to people watch).

Haechan's next class doesn't start until noon, so he has time to relax and study his notes, mostly out of spite (his friend Mark says he crams studying before an exam). His laptop, every inch of the back filled with random stickers, is spread out across his small round table, along with his textbooks full of stick notes and notebooks. It isn't that Haechan is a bad or inadequate student who doesn't take notes, he's just a professional procrastinator. While his eyes skim through his bullet-pointed notes, he feels the on-building regret of waking up 4 hours before his first class of the day just to study in the chatty and stuffed cafe.

Haechan debates on whether he should get up and stand in the lengthy line to wait for a large cup of caffeine. Although, his head unknowingly falling from his hand and almost hitting the table answers his question. To save his table, Haechan places his red backpack on his seat, making sure his valuables are hidden from prying hands (his computer closed and hidden under an opened textbook and his phone safely in his pocket).

Though the line is long, looping around the small range of the cafe, the employees work fast to cater to everyone's orders. In no time, Haechan reaches the front of the line.

In place of his friend, Mark, who is usually working behind the cashier in the mornings, stands a new face. A very attractive new face.

"Good morning! What would you like?" you ask, meeting the slightly wide-eyed Haechan. The friendly smile that spreads across your face causes Haechan's heart to speed up, losing track of how long he's been staring at you. Not wanting to come off as creepy, Haechan shakes his head away from the distractions that are you. His usual order (a large caramel latte with whipped cream and a cherry) is on the tip of his tongue, but he freezes before it leaves his mouth.

What if my usual order seems too childish? Haechan thinks mentally. He doesn't want you to think he's younger than he is, ordering the sugariest drink in the cafe, especially since the customers previously in front of him ordered dark coffees and shots of espressos. Remembering the order of the student before you, Haechan decides to change his order, just for today (hell, maybe he'll actually like it).

"A large - Americano," Haechan orders, dubiously. You press a few buttons on the screen attached to the cashier on the counter.

"For here or to go?"

"H-here."

"Okay, that'll be $4.79."

Haechan digs his pockets for his wallet, pulling out a five dollar bill. You ring up the bill before grabbing the exact change, holding it out with the receipt. Haechan involuntarily swallows while he grabs the change. As he comes into contact with your hands, his fingers feel like putty. He retracts fast, stuffing his hand into his front pocket to drop the change.

"Your drink will be with you in a moment," you inform him, then calling next. Haechan trudges back to his seat, thankfully still untouched. He removes his hand from his pocket, sure that it is melting on the spot.

Knock it out, you weirdo, Haechan hits the side of his head lightly. He looks down at his notes once more, trying to distract him from that fact that he's found his true love (Mark always says he's way too overdramatic, in which Haechan dramatically reacts by shoving him away).

His mind is filled with information about the British colonial system, when a beige plate with a matching large mug is placed next to his notebooks. Haechan looks up to quickly thank the waiter until he is lost for words once again. His eyes beeline to the cashier and standing behind the counter, taking orders, is Mark. Haechan's eyes return to yours, still as wide as ever.

"Hey, if you don't mind me asking, why did you order an Americano when you usually order a latte?" you wonder, carrying the metal plater to deliver the mug behind your back. Haechan's mouth becomes dry from holding it open for too long.

"Oh - erm - because I just wanted to...try something new, yeah," he answers after regaining his state. "Wait, how did you know?"

"I usually work behind the counter making drinks. But since it is so busy right now, we had to call in more workers, so today I'm a waitress."

"Then why were you behind the counter earlier?"

A faint blush paints the tips of your cheeks but you shift your head so your hair covers it as you peer to the ground. You toy with the platter behind your back, "Mark - he had to get something from the back...so I took over for a few orders."

Haechan isn't sure if you're telling the truth or not, since your voice is so quiet and the bustling cafe isn't helping. But he lets it slide, afraid that if he opens his mouth to interrogate, he might say something embarrassing or uncomfortable.

"Oh well thanks for the coffee," Haechan says instead, holding it up before bringing the rim to his parted lips. It's burning hot, no doubt, but the mixture of espresso and water with barely any milk to diffuse the bitterness causes Haechan's face to twist in a peculiar way. A laugh escapes from your mouth as you use your free hand to cover it (Haechan thought it was adorable). Before you walk back to the counter, Haechan catches a glimpse of your name tag, Y/N.

He'll be sure to remember that for next time.

And sure enough, he does. Haechan frequents the cafe you work at almost every day before and after his classes. He even goes as far as waking up hours before he usually sleeps until, to visit you. With his progressive visits, Haechan gets the chance to talk to you more, getting to know you little by little, and he grows fond of you.

[ Your POV ]

It's a Thursday evening, not many customers as it is the end of spring semester and everyone is home with family or out on vacation. The only people left in the cafe are students taking summer courses, trying to stock up on caffeine in order to finish up assignments and exams. You wipe the empty tables, getting rid of crumbles or coffee spills. Soon enough, the cafe empties out once the clock hits 10 PM, the students packing up and heading back to their dorms or such. You're now alone in the abandoned cafe, not even other employees are working since you're the only one that signed up for the night shift for tonight.

As you mindlessly clean around the shop, you wonder how Haechan is doing (he seems to be on your mind a lot recently). He visited earlier today, around noon, but there appeared to be something bothering him. When you took the seat in front of him and questioned why the long face, he would just brush it off, saying he had a bad day. Hopefully, that is untrue because today is a very special day. You hope that Haechan's mood has turned a full 180 and he's enjoying his day with his loved ones.

After clearing the round tables, you pull out the mop from the back room and drag it across the floor to clean any stains or dust. It's the routine for whoever works the night shifts, to clean up. Though, there are usually more people working to help out. But tonight, it's just you and the whirling of the coffee machines cleaning themselves. The ticking of the clock perched on the far wall continues, 10:52 PM, almost closing time.

You push the large tub of cleaning water and mop back into the break room before hanging up your beige apron. The sound of the opening entrance activates the bell, signaling that someone has entered the cafe.

"Sorry, we are closing in 5 minutes," you inform and turn around to let the customer out, but stop in your tracks as Haechan plops down in his usual seat. His expression is still gloomy, causing your heart to contort in an unpleasant fashion. "Haechan, what are you doing here?"

"A slice of vanilla cake, please," Haechan ignores your question, ordering the dessert with a gravelly and ruffled tone. He places his head on the table, chin resting on his folded arms.

"Cake? Don't you have cake at home?" you ask, but walk behind the counter to grab a slice from the display.

"I don't want to talk about it."

That seems like the go-to phrase of the day, with every question pertaining to his rainy mood, that is the response you are met with. With a sigh, you carefully transfer a slice of vanilla cake onto a plate and set it in front of Haechan. He grabs the small fork provided and just as he is about to dig in, you shout out for him to hold it. Confused, Haechan retreats his fork and watches as you scramble out of your seat in front of him to the counter once again. You dig around in the cubby under the counter where you keep your backpack, pulling out a box and grabbing some things from the drawers as well.

You shuffle back to him, holding the three items behind you back. Haechan raises an eyebrow, a question of 'what' about to spill out of his mouth. But before he can do so, you place the box on the table next to the slice of cake. Haechan's eyes switch from watching you to staring at the box in front of him. It's neatly enveloped in red and gold wrapping paper, a big golden bow taped on top.

"For me?" he asks, a finger pointed at his chest.

You roll your eyes teasingly, "No for the ghost behind you."

"Should I open it now?"

"Up to you."

Haechan reaches for the box, hand on the bow, but sets it down afterward. Your face drops, does he not like it? Is it too much to gift him something even if the two of you only met a few months ago? The beat of your heart matches you breathing, sporadic.

"Sorry, Y/N. Thank you so much for the gift. I really appreciate it. You're the only one who remembers," Haechan voices, though it's faint and full of gloom. He sets the box down, probably planning to open it later (you hope, that is).

"What? No way, I'm sure there's just a misunderstanding," you suggest, but the lack of response tells you to move on. Instead of prying further, you pull out the other two items from behind you. A package of used candles and a matchbox. Delicately, you stick a few of the small candles on the cake before taking a match to light them. Haechan follows you with full glassy eyes, he tries not to cry. You wave the match around to extinguish the fire.

"Happy birthday to you," you sing with a smile that illuminates brighter than the flames on the cake. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Haechan...Happy birthday to you!"

You clap gingerly, not wanting to blow out the candles with your movements. A tear rolls down Haechan's eyes before he quickly reaches to wipe it away, acting as if nothing happened. He leans forward with his eye closed, cheeks puffed, about to blow out the candle when you lightly clamp a hand over his mouth.

"You have to make a wish first, silly!"

Haechan scoffs nonchalantly, but the tint of his cheeks give away his cool facade. He closes his eyes once you withdraw your hand. The warm tones of the fire bring out the rich caramel color of Haechan's skin. You think it's beautiful, giving compliments every time the sun rays beam in through the window to kiss his vibrant skin. His shaggy brown hair falls over his forehead, lightly brushing his eyelashes. He opens his eyes, the chocolate-colored orbs gleaming down to blow out the candles. Snapping out of your unexpected trance, you cheer and urge for Haechan to eat the cake or else his wish won't come true.

After Haechan finishes the cake, you clean up the dish and silverware, not wanting your boss to scold you for leaving dirty dishes in the sink before closing the shop. The older boy moves to pay for the cake but you reply that it's your treat. It's his 18th birthday after all, he can't pay for his own cake.

Haechan and you walk side by side back to the dorms in the windy but humid night once you closed up the cafe. The silence is peaceful but there is something off about it as well, it bugs you. Haechan acts normally, but it seems as if there is something in his head that's bothering him. He keeps spacing out (walking into the road when the red stop light is on, missing a turn, almost hitting a stop sign). You have asked what it is that's troubling Haechan today but he doesn't want to share. Yet, you still feel the urge to question it. On one hand, you don't want to upset the latter, especially on his birthday. But on the other, he is already upset and there is a possibility you can make it better.

"Haechan?" you beckon in a hushed tone, even though there is no one out in the street at 11 PM. He hums in response but keeps his eyes trained in front of him on nothing in particular.

"Can you please tell me what's wrong? Why are you so upset? You know it's better to talk about things than to keep them bottled up."

Haechan releases a sigh, head leaning back to gaze up at the night sky, "It's my birthday today."

You wait for him to continue, not knowing what to say as you already know this information. Hence, why you prepared a gift for him. After a lengthy silence, presuming that Haechan is contemplating on whether to let it all out or not, he finally continues.

"But no one remembered," he exhales into the air, "no one except you."

"I'm sure there's a reason behind it. Maybe they texted you but it didn't send, technology can't always be trusted. Or what if they tried to leave a voicemail but your inbox is full or the machine isn't working. Or they tried to send you a gift but it got lost in the mail," you propose, trying to lighten the burden on Haechan's shoulders.

"Y/N...," he begins, his face now staring at you instead of the dark sky, "thank you, really. Thank you for always being there for me. For being here with me. And for remembering my birthday. I really don't know how I deserve someone like you, who is so warmhearted and positive, in my life. But thank you."

"Of course, Haechan. I care about you," you declare tenderly. Haechan stops walking, his arm holding onto yours causing you to stop as well. His eyes glisten, though you don't know if it's from the stars in the sky or of tears. Even when the sun isn't out, his skin still radiates warmth and glow.

"I like you, Y/N," he says without further thought. You're taken aback by his confession and expression, for it's serious with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and his lips tight in a line. Opposite from his appearance, you can't help but smile, fully comprehending his words. High on the rush of happiness, you swing your arms around Haechan's neck, pulling the latter closer to your body. Up close, his face is even more flawless, his eyes large, his nose round, and his lips plump and glossy. Though, you can't let your temptation for a kiss overrule your consciousness, so you lean to the side and plant a short kiss on his rosy cheek.

Haechan's eyes somehow grow wider, but before you can pull away, your lips are locked with his as an arm snakes around your waist to enclose you in his frame. His lips are as puffy and buttery as you imagined, the kiss chaste and soft. You feel as if the stars in the sky have stopped moving, the planet has stopped rotating, and everything around you has come to a halt. A charge of electricity runs up your spine, warming up your body. You imagine this feeling only happens in fiction, having read it multiple times, but this new experience is one you never want to forget. Haechan breaks away to your displease, eyes still closed, but he doesn't move far as he rests his forehead on yours.

"Would you look at that, half of my wish has already come true," the words leaving Haechan's mouth like silk. You lean your head back to look at him in the eye.

"What's the other half?"

"Can't tell you."

"Oh right, or else it won't come true!"

"I don't think it will anyway, but I'm more than content with what I've got right now."

"Oh shush, you never know, the Universe works in mysterious ways."

You peer up at the sky, the stars shining a lot brighter than before. You wonder if this is what it's like to be in love (though you don't really know what true love is), with everything becoming brighter and clearer. Haechan locks his hand with yours and continues walking back to the University dormitories.

"Can you stay with me tonight? I need comfort, we can watch movies - and cuddle?" Haechan asks, swaying your laced hands back and forth.

"Of course!"

It doesn't take long before reaching the large building of dorm rooms. Both male and female students share the same building but are located on different floors. Though, the RA doesn't really care who goes into who's room as long as no one is dying. With your hands still enveloped in his bigger ones, he reaches into his pocket for his keys, fumbling around before unlocking the front door and revealing his dark empty dorm room. Once he closes and locks the door, the lights flash on with a collective scream of "Happy 18th Birthday Haechan!"

Haechan drops his keys as it flies around in the air. He whips about his feet, meeting face to face with his friends, a birthday banner being held up in the middle. One of the guys walks towards Haechan, putting a party coned hat on him, while Mark snaps a picture of Haechan's reaction with a Polaroid. Haechan's death tight grip on your hand finally loosens as tears threaten to breach.

The other half of his birthday wish has come true.

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strawberryjun · 6 years ago

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one hundred reasons to love lee jeno

eye smiles !!!!!! hes all (∪ ◡ ∪) all the time

his we young hair !!! metallic and blond and Beautiful

"no jam-jeno" what a b a b y

hes actually hilarious trust the rest of nct just makes him look bad

his dancing !!!! he always tries so hard and I know a lot of ppl compare to jisung, but they have 2 completely different styles and hes amazing in his own way

in his joy interview when he literally did Not Stop smiling

baby dont stop dance cover with jisung

his fashion sense is really nice and cute and colorful

"manners make men"

when jaemin was trying to kiss him and hes all "no,,,, ,, , help me,,,, , , sa ve m e"

speaking of jaemin , ,,,, nomin,, ,, , icons

he named his airpods "jeno's shower heads" like honestly wow

the very beginning in we young where hes dancing in the front ykno and in go and in black on black: Powerful

his face when haechan called him the funniest member

his voice is so nice to listen and it makes his raps so much better

search up "60 seconds with jeno" and u will be b l e s s e d

when he was too excited during the go filming that he was running and ran into and broke the green screen

jeno was one of the members who could do a wheelie on a bike

he tried So Hard during the I love you game but couldn't keep going bc the smile :))))))

whenever hes disgusted by something and his whole face shrivels up and wow

his commercial with the milk when he was younger and the ~cutest~ smile I have ever seen + all the other cfs he was in

I talk about his smile a lot but during weekly idol when the host complimented it and he couldn't stop smiling UWU

such guitar skills !!!!

his eyes literally Glow like I was showing my friend a video and she now stans because the universe is actually in his eyes

his instructions on how to ride a hoverboard

whenever he gets excited it's so evident and beautiful

did a whole one legged spin on the hoverboard time to Stan

part of 00 line aka the ppl who are gonna take over the world

emceeing legend

is allergic to cats, but has 3 of them ?????

hes a taurus (like me wow our bdays r three days apart too !!) and taurus men r very affectionate and love giving gifts and making ppl happy so basically is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for

hes literally the lead rapper, lead dancer, a vocalist and a visual hes really Out Here

hes soft, and his face is soft and his voice is soft and Oof soft icon

he couldn't open the package so he just ,,,, ,,,,,, , ,, ,, started hitting it

"this is jisung" stabs the mochi

just think abt how much his voice changed in two years bro I'm weak

listen,,, , jesus starts with a j,, , ,,, and so does jeno,,, ,, , coincidence ??? I think not

on the most recent the show that hes emceeing, he did this lil eyebrow raise and he got so flustered and omg

he looks so good in hats ??? wow ???

at the end of the joy behind the scenes vid, hes wearin this rlly puffy back jacket and black cap and my heart: burst

he looks so good in glasses ??? not only like framed ones, but goggles too like damn

when mark, jaemin and him were singing go in the car and he just started screaming and made them all have a Chuckle

his beautiful white shirt in the go dance practice he looked so fly

doyoung being his number one fan (other than me, of course) and always hyping him up this is what everyone should do stan jeno

when he kept slipping during one of their performances and he just kept sheepishly smiling to himself I'm gone

dude when he was playing love yourself on the guitar and haechan was singing but jeno moved to the chorus when haechan wasnt finished the verse and the way he looked and smiled at haechan wow

his go photoshoot: Art

him in eye contacts (I mean he doesnt need them but mans still looks hot)

in the joy mv, his highwaisted pants thingy oof that was Good

whenever any of the members makes fun of him, he doesnt say anything and just smiles hes so lovely

he said he likes haek-no jam !!!! and that he wants us to remember him by that and eye smiles !!!!

his laugh is a sound from heaven tbh

he won the random dance because he is a dance legend !!!!

he always seems to look at people with the utmost sincere love I've never seen him mad

in the nct recording thing when the producer said that he sounded like mark and he just goes 'well that's no good' s a v a g e

speaking of the recording he sounded angelic and also he does like this lil turn right after he finishes his part and it's so cute he like bounces back bc he whipped around to hard

his face in the song challenge thing where he was focusing and his mouth was open and he was squinting and looking towards the ceiling

him and haechan pranked jisung but changing his bg to a cockroach no jam-jeno who ???? I only know prank legend-jeno

he always goes straight from his emceeing duties to his nct duties hes a busy loyal man

his fingers r so long ??? how

he looked like such a Nerd predebut ,, , but I dig it

during nct night night where he went on with renjun whenever he spoke he spoke so softly and beautifully and I Cried

ok but his body is really nice like wiki how to have a jeno body

that predebut vid of donghae taking pics of him and he like shoved him at one point bc of how shocked he was of their similar appearance but jeno just stood their smiling at him

theres this picture !!!! its part of the nct dream official goods photoset I think !!!! he has black hair and hes like pulling on a marshmallow and honestly Blown Away from the beauty of this boy (I'll post it l8r)

his hands r so so nice and I just want to hold them :(

his black hair !!!! wonderful !!!!

jAW LINE g u y s

k I already said abt his dancing but he just picks stuff up so quickly and hes so effortless but at the same time giving all his effort idk it's just Amazing

those polaroids of him and jaemin idk of it's the lighting but he looks so Damn Good in those

when they were trying to get the food using the grabbing machine and jisung failed so jeno just 'thank u <3' and proceeded to get three foods

that video where hes woth doyoung and he kept messing with him and slapping him

his color block sweater !!!! I love that sweater so much

the random faces he kept making at the beginning of the 00 live, the one featuring his tongue rlly got me

wHEN HAECHAN KEPT SPOILING GO SO JENO LITERALLY T A C K L E D HIM wow

that vid of him looking renjun then pretending he had nothing to do with it

when he thought that his wish wouldn't come true so he just ran around with his arm in the air

jeno grabbing marks leg and mark clinging onto him like a koala so he wouldn't fall while saying sorry for whatever he did

jeno looks soft but he'll kill u with his eye smile and strong arms bro

the vids of him and jaemin at school: Pure

that vid of jaemin speaking thai and jeno saying no when jaemin asked if he was cute

the thing he did with jisung where jisung made a buzzing sound and jeno pretended to catch the bug and when he shook his fist m8 I uwu so dang hard

when he played the crocodile teeth game with jisung and scared him and he thought it was so funny he had to lay back on the couch to laugh

I really,, , , love his eyebrows ??? idk if it's just me bu t his stylists must have a rlly fun time filling them in cuz they're already so perfect

his legs !!! so nice and long wow

the biting of his bread, almost as powerful as his dancing

jeno-imnida !!!

he always looks good but when he has those stupid filters it just makes my day

his cherry bomb aegyo !!

when they were waking up on nct life and renjun kept making that noise so jeno fell on top of him

on nct life when he was playing the guitar and just Setting The Mood

he said jaehyun was one of his favourite artists he just respects and admires nct so much

shoulders: Wide

hes an absolute god tier denim wearer

I think the question was something a long the lines of who would be the best emcee and they kept saying chenle but the whole time jeno was just in the back pointing to himself and trying to flex well guess what mOrk

sleepy jeno = clueless jeno =baby boy jeno

"jeno hwaiting !!!! hehehhe"

when doing the holding hands with jaemin his "I'll hold u like this, ,,,,, UAOOOoooOh"

right before the we young (?) performance markhyuck were arguing and blocking jeno fron getting to the front where hes supposed to be and so he just moved mark out of the way ICONIC 100. literally softest boy ever, loves his members and what he does so much and I'm proud of him and his no-jam there I said it

#well there it is folks #a full one hundred reasons to love jeno #these r fun to make #lee jeno #nct dream #jeno #nct dream scenarios #jeno scenarios

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domjaehyun · 2 years ago

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HIII SO I READ PUSSY FIEND FOR HAECHANS BDAY AND LET ME TELL U I FR NEVER CAN LOOK AT LEE DONGHYUCK THE SAME WAY AGAIN HES A HOT SEXY MF TO ME NOW 😩😩😩🥹🥹🥹 I MEAN LIKE HE WAS AND STILL IS BUT MANS JUST HIT DIFFERENT NOW W PUSSY FIEND HYUCK IN MIND GDI SO I HOPE I HAVE A GREAT DAY FOREVER AND EVER

HI BABY THANK YOU SO MUCH ??? OMG??? IM HAPPY I COULD DO THAT FOR YOU!! thank you for reading and i’m so happy you liked it 🥺🥺🥺🥺 HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY TOO FOREVER AND EVER OMG

#answered #anon

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gohyuck · 4 years ago

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note: this is a repost because tumblr is a BITCH

pairing: lee donghyuck (haechan) x reader

genre: ANGST, really, it is a lot of Sadness

word count: 3.9k

warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, portrayal of what seems to be a toxic relationship, puking, alcohol consumption and drunkenness

a/n: this is written … backwards like it goes from 30 days after an event backwards to the actual event but then it flies forward at the end so be prepared for that

part of a series?: yes, 37.5% viewer ratings, my hyuck bday celebration

🎵 bodyache - purity ring

☀️ not everyone gets a happy ending

30 days after, 11:52 p.m.

“you’re really leaving?”

mark’s voice is soft, softer than usual as he leans against the doorframe. he’s reluctant to come into your studio, but you find that you can’t blame him. after all, donghyuck really is his best friend, even through all of this. even if mark can’t look said best friend in the eyes right now.

their relationship will heal. you can’t say the same for yours.

“i accepted a position in america after saying no to them for, like, 3 times,” you say, forcing down the flaps of the cardboard box underneath you so you can tape them together. “and it’s for 88rising, so i can’t really say no, can i, now that my biggest reason for staying has diminished to nothing?”

mark nods in understanding, pushing himself off of the frame only to stand, hands stuffed into his jeans’ pockets, in your doorway. his expression is unreadable, though you can see the slightest hint of a downturn in his lips. you feel sorry - mark lee is a good man. he’s been an even better friend to you.

“i didn’t say no to my dream job either.” he says eventually, and mark allows you a small, genuine smile before his face returns to resting, a half-worried, half-confused look he sports consistently. you’ll miss teasing him about it face-to-face: texts won’t have the impact your lighthearted disses are meant to have. you find that your heart is suddenly in your throat.

still, you force down the new, overwhelming urge to cry. you should’ve run out of tears by now, you tell yourself. if you’re going to cry, it won’t be in front of mark. not when he’s been so good to you this whole time.

“my flight leaves tomorrow at 2,” you tell him, forcing your emotions down into whatever depths they rose from. “i’ll email and text you all my details in the morning, if that’s cool with you.”

“already got the american airlines app,” mark fishes his phone out of his pocket and raises it, lockscreen of yuta’s zoomed-in face staring back at you, as if to prove to you that he’s downloaded what he says he has. a corner of your mouth lifts up on impulse, and that’s all it takes for mark’s shoulders to relax before his own smile reappears. he finally steps into your room, crossing it easily to pull you into his arms. you fall into his hold, arms snaking over his broad shoulders to bring him closer.

you’ll miss all of your friends, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t miss mark the most. if you’re the earth, he’s your moon, always there for you and at your side.

you try your damnedest not to think of the sun.

“call me before you board and after you land, okay?” mark mutters against your hairline, and you nod as best you can in the position you’re in. he steps back, and you do the same, to look up into his eyes for the last time before you leave.

“get a good night’s sleep, lee,” you say, grinning up at him even as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “or else you’ll look even more confused with all the drowsiness weighing your gigantic head down.”

mark furrows his brow at this, faux indignance crossing his features as you snicker gently at his expense. “damn,” he says, gently flicking your arm. “maybe i should ship you off myself.”

you laugh at this, and he spares you a quick chuckle before sobering up. mark grabs both of your elbows in uncharacteristic seriousness, and you’re forced to look into his eyes as he speaks next.

“i’m really going to miss you, you know.”

you sigh, resting your hands against your close friend’s chest.

“i’m going to miss you, too.”

23 days after, at 2:17 a.m.

“you’re drunk,” jeno says matter-of-factly, wrenching the almost-empty bottle of soju from donghyuck’s tight grip. “and i don’t want to deal with your hangover tomorrow. why are you here again? you don’t even live here.”

“be nice, jeno,” jaemin reprimands from the kitchen table, picking at his dinner with his chopsticks. “he’s heartbroken.”

“he did this to himself.” jeno remarks with ease, and donghyuck wants to smack him upside the head for it. he’s a little far gone for that, though, and resorts to groaning instead, loudly. jeno, in turn, flicks him in the forehead for his noisiness, forcing yet another, longer, groan to spring forth from between the drunk man’s lips.

“what are you doing here?” jeno asks again, tone kinder than donghyuck expects. “your bed is at the 127 dorm, or do you not remember this?”

“i’m drunk.” is all hyuck can say, though he means to say a lot more. i’m drunk, the voice inside his head echoes. drunk and sad and lonely and my bed is empty even though it shouldn’t be on a saturday morning and it’s kind of my fault because i said some really stupid and awful shit and all the 127 hyungs are pissed off at me and i can’t spend another night alone in a cold bed getting the cold shoulder. everything’s too fucking cold. that, and the alcohol is better here.

“i’m drunk.” donghyuck says again, more insistently this time. he leans forward to try and get the bottle of soju - it must be his third or fourth, though he sure as hell isn’t counting - but jeno, who hasn’t had even a drop tonight, avoids him easily.

“you’re drunk,” renjun acquiesces from the couch, a magazine opened and forgotten in his lap. “and you’re here, for whatever reason. i love you, and all, but you’re getting pathetic… unless, of course, you want to talk about it. we can do that.”

“talking doesn’t fix everything,” jeno interjects before hyuck can respond, though he doesn’t dare to say anything else under the withering glare renjun sends him. typically, jeno would use this to start a fight. hyuck makes a pass for the liquor one more time, though, and he decides that he has other hills to die on right now. that, and renjun, for whatever reason, really does have a soft spot for donghyuck. jeno equates hyuck to renjun’s jaemin, and he decides that maybe renjun does know what’s best here.

“nothing to talk about. it’s -” donghyuck hiccups, falling backwards onto his chair once he realizes that he won’t be getting his soju back. “-it’s for the best. we’re bad for each other.” his words come out as only mildly coherent babbles, slurred with his jeju accent slipping in, but renjun, jeno, and jaemin have known him long enough that they’re able to understand everything he’s saying with little deciphering.

“(name) and you are perfect, you idiot,” jaemin says, materializing out of thin air beside hyuck. it seems he’s given up on finishing the rest of his noodles. “i’ve never seen anyone else look at anyone the way you two look at each other. you fucked up big time, yes, but it’s fixable. with you two, it has to be.”

“looked.” donghyuck corrects as if on auto-pilot.

“what?” jeno asks, and hyuck looks at him through tired, hooded eyes.

“looked. the way us two looked at each other. not look. not fucking look.”

the other three men share glances between each other. the heartbroken idol says nothing more, only slides into his leather jacket, pulling his bucket hat over his eyes. before anyone can press him further, he makes a soft snuffling noise, and the other three simultaneously realize that he’s fallen asleep.

“he’s going to feel like hell when he wakes up,” jeno finally says, and renjun lets out a disappointed sigh before speaking.

“i’ll get the puke bucket. someone get his hat and jacket off. if we really try, we can put him on someone’s bed. jisung’s probably - hopefully - asleep already, and we shouldn’t wake him up.”

“you think they’ll get back together?” jaemin questions, slowly pulling the denim bucket hat off of donghyuck’s head as he does. the sleeping man in question shifts slightly, but doesn’t wake back up. he’s always hated sleep, but he’s always been a quick sleeper when drunk.

“with the shit he said to (name)?” jeno asks, getting the aforementioned bucket from the linen closet in the hallway. both jaemin and renjun nod, regardless of the fact that it’s a rhetorical question. jeno heaves a heavy sigh and shakes his head as he sets the bucket down beside the chair.

“not fucking likely.”

14 days after, at 5:03 p.m.

“i’ve been here for, like, three hours, and you’ve barely said a word.” johnny’s tone isn’t unkind, but you can’t help but bristle at what he says. he’s lounging on the loveseat you have in the back of your studio, feet kicked up on your coffee table, while you’re hunched over your electronic keyboard, practically hemorrhaging over melodies. something is flat, so very flat, about the progression you keep trying.

usually you’d have donghyuck sing it out loud for you to see what you’re missing, but that isn’t an option.

“i have work.” is the dry response you offer up, and you can practically feel johnny roll his eyes into the back of his head in exasperation. he sets the can of coke that’s been dangling between his thumb and middle finger down - mindful of your coasters, thankfully - before pushing himself off of your couch to come and stand over your shoulder.

“you guys will have to talk it over eventually-” he starts, and you shake your head vehemently, hard enough to force johnny’s words to die in his throat.

“there’s no talking it out. he said he doesn’t love me, that he wished he’d never met me, and that i detract from his life,” you say, incredulous, and you see the last hints of johnny’s smile die out in front of your eyes. his jaw drops open slightly, and you realize that donghyuck hasn’t actually told the members what had happened.

“he - what?”

“yep,” you say, popping the p as if you’re responding to someone asking you if you’re okay with their movie choice. you turn your head away from johnny, moving your focus back to your music. this isn’t something you want to re-live.

he teeters between choosing whether or not to say something for what feels like eons. you can feel johnny’s anger engulf him, and even though it’s not at you but for you, it makes you feel small. you wish desperately that johnny wasn’t mad, that his reason for being so horrified and disgusted and enraged didn’t exist. you wish you were still happy and in a relationship with your one true love.

but you’ve come to find that wishes are not reliable.

johnny, for his part, settles on saying nothing. you think that he’ll sit down again, seething to himself, but you’re surprised when he wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind you in a backhug over your chair. he’s always been good at knowing what you need - you think it’s his ingrained older brother instinct.

it’s been a bit too long since you’ve been held so tenderly. you use this as your excuse to yourself when you realize that you’re crying. the excuse no longer stands when you double over into yourself, sobs wracking your body, but by that point you aren’t thinking of it.

johnny, for his part, pulls you closer to his chest.

you thank him in your mind. you know he gets it.

5 days after, at 7:47 p.m.

“you fucked up a record-breaking amount of times today,” mark remarks playfully as he wipes the sweat off his face with a short towel. donghyuck gives him no scathing response, and that’s when mark knows that something is wrong. it can’t be that he’s upset - hyuck is a great dancer, and he picks things up quick, so it’s okay if he messes up too much during a dance practice. he definitely knows mark means nothing by his teasing.

still, mark realizes that hyuck hasn’t really done much today - no fake kissing pranks, no loud screaming - and he suddenly feels awful.

“you okay?” mark asks, voice gentler this time. donghyuck looks up from his phone, finally making eye contact with his friend, before nodding shortly.

“yeah, i’m-”

“he’s fine, dude,” jaehyun says, smirk evident across his features. “i’m sure he’s just antsy to go get laid. the dorm auntie said (name)’s over there right now.”

before mark can say that, no, he’s sure it’s something else, donghyuck speaks up, voice hard as steel and cold as ice.

“we broke up. (name)’s just getting stuff.”

the room stills immediately, as if everyone stops breathing at once. after a beat, two, and then three, doyoung finally speaks up.

“what - and i cannot stress this enough - the fuck?”

it’s as if a dam breaks - suddenly, all 8 members other than donghyuck are rushing to ask questions, to give their opinions, to find somewhere to sit down and internally process this new information. mark’s grip on his towel tightens without him realizing, though his mind is elsewhere: no wonder you haven’t responded to his texts for the past week.

he’d assumed you were busy with work. after all, you are helping put the finishing touches on 127′s upcoming album’s b-sides.

“we just… we didn’t work out.” donghyuck says, and the way he speaks implies that that’s the end of the conversation. when the youngest accidentally makes eye contact with mark, the latter searches his eyes desperately for something, anything.

he comes up empty. donghyuck, for the first time ever, is unreadable.

mark realizes that, for the first time ever, donghyuck wants it to be that way.

the end of it all, 2:22 a.m.

“what did you just say to me?”

your eyes are narrowed, your fists clenched so tightly that your nails are digging into your palms. your boyfriend glares back at you with equal venom, though while you’re standing while facing off with him, he’s manspreading on the couch, his body relaxed while his face is angry.

“i said that i wish i’d never met you.” his voice is even, and this makes yours waver even more. he’s never - never, not ever - been this cruel, and you’re almost taken aback by it. sure, your relationship has been slowing down greatly in the past month, with both of you unable to make time for the other, but you’d assumed it was due to album preparations. with you in the studio days and nights working on producing tracks and donghyuck perfecting his performances, there’s been almost no overlap between your schedules.

you thought everything would be fine. evidently, you’d thought wrong.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” you throw back at him, voice rising, getting higher-pitched in disbelief and exasperation as you continue speaking.

“it means that i haven’t seen you all fucking month and it’s been the best month of my whole year. you’ve been actively - fuck, i don’t know - keeping me down, keeping my mood down. i can’t live like this, knowing that you’re - you’re adjacent to me. i can’t do it anymore.” donghyuck responds, both bark and bite, pushing his shoulders off of the couch and pulling his legs in slightly. his brow is furrowed and his stance is hostile as he yells at you, but there’s no hint of remorse in his eyes, and you realize that he must really, really mean what he’s saying. it feels sudden to you, of course it does, but this must be something he’s sat on for days.

your heart shatters. suddenly, your throat is dry, but your water bottle in the kitchen seems too far out of your reach for you to get. without meaning to, the ending of your first fight with hyuck, ages ago, comes to mind.

“it’s difficult to articulate yourself during an argument, isn’t it?” donghyuck sighs against your hairline, and you nod, not trusting yourself to speak through your tears. your fight had ended with both of you unable to explain yourselves, and you’d burst promptly into tears because of this, causing donghyuck to drop his anger in favor of comforting you. as he runs his hands up and down your back and allows you to cry onto his shirt, he has an epiphany.

“we’re both musical people, right?” he asks, and you pull away from his grasp to look up at him, confused, through your tear-heavy lashes. “i mean that you’re a producer and i’m a musical artist. we’re music people, right? we get music?”

“i - i guess.” you sniffle, unsure of where your boyfriend is going with this. he smiles down at you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“whenever you think you can’t explain yourself to me, give me a song or songs that says what you want to. i’ll do the same if it’s vice versa. that way, we’ll always understand each other, yeah?”

you nod against his chest, and he wraps his arms tighter around you.

“yeah.”

the overwhelming urge to get the hell out of the situation you’re in consumes you, suddenly, and you take a long, shuddering breath before snatching your car keys off the coffee table from where they are by donghyuck’s boot-clad feet. his expression defaults to bored, and he barely looks at you through hooded, pissed off eyes as you shrug your coat back on. you don’t even know how this argument had started, but you have a feeling that it’s over, just as your relationship is. the kind of seriousness donghyuck has shows you that there’s no going back to him. never.

you swing open the door, but right before you leave, you look back at him one last time. the words come out of your mouth on their own accord.

“bodyache by purity ring.”

donghyuck doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even show that he’s heard you, but you know him. you know he’s heard you, and that he’s seen you. with that knowledge, you shut the door of the 127 dorm and turn away, turning your back on lee donghyuck forever.

31 days after, 6:06 p.m.

the dorm is only almost silent whenever donghyuck is there. nobody’s told him this, but he’s sure of it - after all, all of his members had loved you. you’d been a close friend, a confidant, and he’d taken that from them. he isn’t sure how to feel about this - about you, about himself. did he make the right call? now, as he faces a stillness he’s unused to, he’s not quite sure.

he’s pouring milk onto cereal as an afternoon snack when jungwoo breaks the silence by turning on the news. there’s something frantic about the way he grabs the remote, the way he presses the on button, that forces everyone’s eyes onto him. jungwoo’s phone, which had been in his hand and was likely the source of his rush, drops from his hand and onto the couch beneath him.

“mark,” jungwoo calls, voice shaking. the man in question looks up, his gaze landing on his hyung before it can land on the tv. “mark, you- (name)’s flight info.” jungwoo manages to get out, his own eyes trained on the news channel. slowly but surely, mark’s gaze - and everyone else’s, donghyuck sets the milk down and twists the cap on - turns to follow jungwoo’s.

none of them could have expected the headline they see.

FLIGHT AA1116 ICN TO LAX CRASH; OFFICIALLY NO SURVIVORS

donghyuck’s world stops.

he watches as mark pulls out his own phone, almost dropping it in his haste to see if your flight number is the same one that’s flashing across the screen. he watches as mark, upon seeing what’s on his phonescreen, lets out an ungodly groan, stumbling into jungwoo as his own knees give out. yuta grabs mark’s phone out of his hand, and donghyuck can only observe as yuta’s shoulders tense up completely before they start to shake. before he can process what’s happening, everyone around him is in hysterics - some members are holding each other, wailing loudly, others are staring, steely-eyed, at the reporter on the tv as if doing so will change the past.

donghyuck watches, and watches, and watches. it feels as if he’s frozen in time.

it’s only when mark, overcome with grief, composes himself enough to push donghyuck against their fridge, that time unsticks itself. it’s while mark berates him, blames him wholly for the fact that you’re gone, that the feeling returns to donghyuck’s body.

he’s barely able to push mark off of him and rush to the bathroom before he’s doubling over, emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet. you’re dead. he heaves again, more bile coming up. you’re dead because you left for america. you left for america because he left you. donghyuck sputters out more foul-tasting liquid, barely able to weakly pull the handle and flush everything down. you’re dead. he dry-heaves.

he dry-heaves once more before he manages to pull himself up using the corners of the sink. donghyuck washes his mouth out as carefully as he can afford. it’s when he catches sight of his reflection that he has to grasp onto the sink for fear of collapsing against it.

you’re dead.

you’re dead, and it’s his fault.

as he forces himself to look into his reflection’s eyes, donghyuck feels sick beyond the physical realm. he’d broken up with you over nothing - it was a split-second decision backed by hollow but harsh words following a grueling, grueling month of work. he’d broken up with you and been too stubborn to try and get you back, and now you’re dead because you’d chosen to move on and take the leap to the next phase of your life. he’ll never feel your hand in his again, your lips against his. he won’t hear your laughter or hear from mark about your endeavors. you’re dead, and he’s alive, and he knows that he’s being punished by the cosmos for his sins.

donghyuck searches back to your last words to him, reaching for some semblance of a relationship with you where there is none. his memories fall on a song, and he remembers your recommendation. he fishes his phone out of his pocket - the news app sends him a notification of the plane crash that has his heart feeling as if it’ll stop beating immediately - and opens his music player, typing bodyache into the search bar.

he places his phone on the counter and heaves a shuddering sigh, and as the music washes over him, so do the years he’d spent with you, the years he’s now lost. as the lyrics wash over him, so do his tears.

You said, you said "Turn the lights down, I wanna be alone” I ran your head away I couldn’t stand how it pleaded I needed to take Take a break, take me down, take me down there I wanna stare at the tears, how they water your years Take a break, take me down, take me down there I wanna stare at your tears, how they I, I, I lied, now I’m lying awake I, I, I cried ‘til my body ache I, I, I lied, now I’m lying awake I, I, I cried 'til my body ache

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