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p0ckykiss · 2 months

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lovesick - lee haechan

summary -> haechan is sick, and you are more than happy to take care of him.

warnings -> friends but they have a crush on each other😱

haechan laid in bed, sniffling. he had pulled the comforter back onto his body and curled up.

on the TV was his favorite show, he was currently rewatching it whilst he fought off his cold with rest.

lord knows where he had caught it, but it was unfortunate. days after he had decided to start his trek to college by moving out, he was sniffling and sneezing.

thankfully, he was able to postpone the college signup and tour, and get help moving into his apartment.

“i thought I told you to cover up with the sheet, not the comforter, hyuck,” you slowly opened the door, holding a plastic bag. “i only left for fifteen minutes.” you pulled the thick blanket off of him and folded it at the end of the bed.

the mask covering your face made it hard to see your expression, so haechan returned eye contact with his big, beautiful, brown doe eyes. “i’m cold.”

“i know you get cold, but we have to bring your temperature down. and you refuse to eat ice cream”

“speaking of temperature, I have to take yours again.”

he sat up and pulled his knees to his chest. “because you want me to eat the kind that doesn’t taste as good.” haechan really wanted you to take off your mask, because.. he just wanted you to.

you were gorgeous, and admiring your face could probably cure his sickness.

you shook your head. “i bought an alternative,” a few treats were pulled out of the bag. “ice pops. they’re cheap, and they are basically shaved ice. you can eat as many as you want, anything for the sake of you getting better.”

the thermometer that you had also pulled out of the bag was placed in haechan’s mouth.

haechan pouted while it took his temperature, because of how babied he was right now. it was to get him better faster, but he was supposed to be an adult, moving out into his old place. yet here you were, taking care of him.

“did you get any rest?” you held his face in your hands. partly to just coddle him further.

the thermometer beeped, and you took it out.

102 degrees.

still lower than the previous day.

“no.. I feel like my insides are on fire,” his voice was nasally and cute, the entirety of his nose red and irritated.

“and that’s what the ice pops are for, hyuck,” you peeled off the seal and handed it to him.

he took it from you, and stuck it in his mouth. immediately, his body felt a little more at peace, and his muscles relaxed.

earlier, he tried eating ice.

all that did was hurt his teeth. this was a happy solution to that madness. “how many did you buy?” he mumbled around the pop.

“i bought six, because I knew you would like them. they’re pretty big, so it should last you today and tomorrow. and just so you know these aren’t meals.”

“yeah, yeah,” haechan rolled his eyes and looked back at the TV.

“while you’re occupied, let’s take the sheet off of you, too,” you climbed onto the bed and laid next to him, close enough for comfort, but far enough to keep him from heating up. “you need to rest, once you’re done, got it?”

again, he rolled his eyes, but laid his head against your shoulders. his legs were tucked close to his body.

the show was getting good.

even if he was with you, he wouldn’t want to miss any of it - despite the fact that he was watching it again.

the couple in the show were getting closer, and he could actually see their chemistry. “look, look, they-” haechan pouted.

the ending music of the episode was playing, just as it seemed they would kiss. “how long have you been sleeping..” he set the empty ice pop inside the bag and grabbed another one.

best take advantage of this moment. haechan let you rest back on the pillows, curling you into his side as much as he wanted while covering you up with the sheet.

for extra measure, he slipped the mask off, down and under your chin.

“much better.” haechan grinned proudly.

nearly two episodes down the line, he felt his eyelids starting to get heavy, and he began to miss a few seconds of the show at a time. as a boring and ineffective part played out, his eyes began to shut. just then, you decided to wake up.

“hyuck..” you groaned, sitting up. “you didn’t even take your medicine..” it took you several moments to realize that your mask was off, but when you did, you playfully slapped his arm.

“stop, stop! I just wanted to see your face,” haechan pouted for the nth time this visit. “i’ll take my medicine if you give me a kiss.”

you pulled the medicine out of the bag and measured it out. “if you get me sick, I will be so mad at you, lee haechan, because some of us have to function in the real world, as fully functioning adults.” you held his chin and gave him a prolonged peck before handing him his medicine.

“hey!” it was hard to tell what part of his face was blushing, and what was red from his cold.

the way that you nonchalantly acknowledged the feelings you had for one another is what really sealed the deal for him. “thank you,” haechan mumbled as he took the medicine.

“i’m going now, before I catch more germs than I can afford.”

he stood up and grabbed your hand. “goodbye.” haechan’s eyes were wide, and he was feeling much bolder now that he was satisfied and not feeling like his insides were an inferno. he wrapped his arms around your torso and laid his head on your shoulder.

“goodbye, hyuck, take care of yourself while i’m gone, okay?” you rubbed his back and kissed his head. “my phone is always on if you need me.”

haechan retreated back to his bed, where he listened to you leave, before pulling out his phone to text you an unnecessarily long series of heart themed emojis.

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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xoxo - lee donghyuck

synopsis. in which, your little niece has a crush on your boyfriend.

pairings. donghyuck x reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, non!idol au

warnings. none!

notes. this idea is inspired by this tiktok i saw T_T i was like holy shit this is cute now let’s make it about hyuck :D also something is wrong w my taglist, it says it got deleted but i didn’t delete it so i might have to make a new one😭 so if the link isn’t working that’s why!! just letting y’all know :)

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“and she hates the crust on her bread–“ your older sister tries to inform.

you push her out your door, mindlessly nodding your head. “i know, i know, don’t worry she’s gonna be fine. now go, before you’re late.” you wave to her one last time before you close the door behind her with a huff.

your six year old niece is still standing behind you with her bluey backpack on her shoulders that has all the things that would entertain her for tonight.

“hi, sweetie. i missed you,” you crouch down to her level, helping her out of her shoes and taking off her backpack.

“i missed you too, auntie!” she smiles and takes off to your living room, giggling.

you had already put on her favorite cartoon on your tv, as you follow her with her bag in your hands before placing it beside the couch.

she’s totally immersed herself in the animated slice-of-life adventures of the dog family. you stand inches away from her, amused at how she has blocked out all of her surroundings.

you turn to walk into your kitchen, thinking of preparing something easy for dinner.

“auntie!” your niece calls out from the living room.

you hum in response, putting away the dried dishes from last night.

“is donghyuck-ie coming over today?” she asks, curiously. and you know just by her tone and the mention of her second favorite person (first is obviously me) she’s twiddling her fingers.

you chuckle to yourself. “yes, he’s coming over later though.”

you hear her gasp before it goes back to being silent, the faint sound of the tv echoing through your apartment.

you’ve noticed your little niece’s infatuation with your boyfriend and you and donghyuck think it’s the cutest thing. she loves playing with him when he comes over while you’re babysitting her, making him sit in the living room with her and color and play with her toys. she gets all shy and geeky when donghyuck walks with her holding hands.

your older sister finds it funny and amusing.

“tell your boyfriend to stop being so handsome yeah? my daughter is bragging to everybody that donghyuck-ie bought her a toy.” your sister groans into your ear, on the phone with you.

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you’ve been busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, appreciating the comforting sound of bluey and bingo playing along. every so and so minutes you check on your niece by calling her name.

“yes?”

“just checking on you, you good?”

she hums cutely. “yes auntie.” you peek your head out, seeing her sprawled out on the floor with her backpack next to her and all its contents spread out. she’s drawing something in front of the tv, concentrating with her tongue poking out as she scribbled with her crayons and gazing up at the tv.

she crawls up to her feet, bending down to grab the piece of paper she was doodling on before stomping over to you.

“auntie! auntie!”

you raise your eyebrows, giving her your undivided attention.

she shoves the piece of paper in your face. “look!”

you lean your head back, blinking, trying to adjust to what she’s showing you.

she’s holding up a stationary bluey themed piece of paper that has blue textured crayon words written neatly across the printed lines.

‘dear sunflower ♡’

you gasp, bringing your hands to cover your mouth. “is this a letter for donghyuck?” you whisper to her, from her view, your eyes shaped into crescent moons and your hands are covering your smile.

your niece giggles, using the letter in her tiny hands to hide her face as the pig tails from her head bounce from her nodding.

“he’s gonna love it! i mean, who doesn’t love bluey?” you ask rhetorically, hands on your hips.

“right?”

the doorbell chimes throughout your small home, both you and your niece look at each other with big eyes. already knowing who’s behind the door. your niece runs out the kitchen and into the living room squealing as you make your way to let your boyfriend in.

“hi pretty.” haechan grins at you, his eyelids looking a bit heavy and you already know work was tough on him. he still smiles and extends his arms out for you.

you wrap your arms around his neck, playfully groaning when he squeezes you tight in his grasp.

he lets out a breathy laugh, grabbing your waist to pull you away to connect his lips with yours in a slow, gentle kiss. his hands roaming over your lower back and creeping down to your ass.

“sunflower!” you both break the kiss, you walk back to the kitchen while he bends down to greet the little girl.

“aigoo, hi cutie. how are you?” you hear him coo at her.

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“thank u yn for the food.”

“thank you auntie for the food!” they both say at the same time.

you reach over the table to grab their plates and placing them inside the sink, your niece jumps up from her seat and runs out the kitchen. donghyuck takes this moment to snake his hands from behind to lace his fingers together so you can’t run.

his body towering over you, he leans down to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, peppering small kisses on your exposed skin. “thank you for dinner baby,” he mumbles against your skin.

you smile, “of course.”

“sunflower!”

he pats your ass, pecking the top of your head before walking away. “yes bum bum,” he replies. the nickname that seemed fitting and grew on her over time, it being short for bumble bee.

“i made something for you.” the little girl shyly utters, the piece of paper in her hands as she shoves it in his hands.

he laughs lightly, sitting on the balls of his feet. “did you draw something for me?”

she shakes her head, her toothy smile on display, her hands behind her back as she sways back and forth on her feet.

you appear behind donghyuck, relaxing your hand on his shoulder.

it’s a comforting silence in your apartment, he’s taking the time to carefully read each word and reading a certain word over again because of the misspelling but he finds it endearing, his smile growing wider as he gets closer to the end.

‘xoxo, bum bum :)’

“hugs and kisses, where did you learn that from?”

“school!” she exclaims.

“school shouldn’t be teaching you how to win hearts,” he states with a playful pout.

she clasps her hands together, stepping closer towards him to point at the tiny prints. “i used my bluey stationary kit, do you like the paper?”

“i do, i’m very honored and i’m going to hang it up in my home. this is my first letter i got from a girl!” he whisper-shouts in your niece’s ear.

obviously you heard him and that made you nudge him with your knee, making him lose his balance.

“auntie you have to write sunflower love letters.”

he smirks, “yeah, auntie.”

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jaelvr · 10 days

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Peach eyes

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : no

Prompts ; 34. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” + 106. Waiting until they get to the door / get inside before driving off

Pairing : best friend! Haechan x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 500

Warnings : mutual feelings, friends to lovers, idol!au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !!

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"I got it." he interrupted, gently pushing your hand away as he handed his card to the server, paying for it before you could. "Hyuck! It was my turn!" you scolded, pouting at him. He chuckled, shaking his head as he handed you your cup of churros. "It's the least I could do after being busy for weeks." he shrugged, wasting no time in beginning to eat his cup. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” you asked, a soft look on your face as he nodded. He'd been busy with a bunch of promotions over the last month, so the second he'd found out he'd had time off, he'd insisted on taking you out, both deciding to go to the theme park for the day. The day had been fun, full of roller coasters and shy glances between the both of you when you thought the other wasn't looking.

"Hold on to me." he instructed, voice low as he intertwined your hands, keeping a firm grip on yours as he led the way through the crowd, carefully manoeuvring through the crowd. "You alright?" he asked, checking over you once the pair of you had gotten through, exiting the theme park. You hummed softly, earning a chuckle as he took in your appearance, gently running his thumb over the corner of your lips, brushing away the sugar that had stuck. Neither of you let go, continuing to hold hands as you walked back to his car, and got in.

He put the heating on and the music as he drove through the streets, occasionally singing along with you to the music. Every time you two went somewhere, he made sure to play the playlist you'd made together, a lovestruck grin on his face as he listened to you sing along. "We still on for lunch tomorrow?" you asked as he pulled into the driveway of your house. "You know it, sweet." he assured, squeezing your hand. Neither of you wanted the moment to end, your seatbelt off but making no movement to get out of his car. "Thank you for today." you whispered, your forehead gently resting against his. His face softened, cheeks warming up. "Anytime, peach." he reminded, earning a giggle as he used the nickname he had given to you ages ago.

"I'll see you tomorrow, sunshine." you responded, a playful smile on your face. Before he could say anything, you'd leaned forward, placing a quick and gentle peck on his lips before you got out. "Goodnight, Hyuck." you smiled, winking and shutting the car door behind you, quickly heading up the stairs and to your door. He stayed parked, watching you with a stupid grin on his face as he waited for you to go inside, making sure you were safe as he tried to calm down his rapid heartbeat. He pulled out his phone, sending you a quick message before he started his car again, pulling out of the driveway and going home. You picked your phone up, grinning as you saw one message from Sunshine.

'Goodnight, peach. Can't wait for our date tomorrow ;)'

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raspberriesoda · 11 days

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w.c 0.8k | fluff fluff | reader is described as smaller than hyuck

[ 11:57pm ] the dull slam of the front door makes you stir a bit, but not enough to wake you fully. you groan a bit, shuffling in the chair you’re sat in, and drift off once again.

haechan lets out a heavy sigh as he shuffles into his apartment. shoes kicked off haphazardly by the door, haechan slugs through the living room and flops down on the couch with a grunt, huffing out a yawn from the long, exhausting day he’s had. he takes his glasses off and tosses them to the side, running his hands through his hair and down his face to wipe the impending sleep away.

as he reaches for the half full plastic water bottle on the coffee table, his eyes find your bag leaned up against one of the wooden legs, your shoes sat neatly next to it. his brow furrows; maybe he missed a text, but he hadn’t expected you to be here. even so, he immediately stands to search for you.

haechan walks past his gaming room as he makes his way down the hall, assuming you’re asleep in his bed, but he does a double take when he notices the faint purple glow bleeding through the small crack in the doorway. he peeks in, and immediately he melts, a goofy smile spreading across his face.

there you are, fallen asleep at his computer. your face is nestled in the crook of your elbow, your cheek pushed up cutely by the dark gray fabric of haechan’s sweatshirt you’re wearing. this shirt is big on him already so its very big on you, long enough that the sleeves completely swallow your hands and the bottom hem hides the shorts you’re wearing. a pair of fluffy pink socks adorn your dangling feet as his gaming chair is raised so high your toes don’t reach the ground.

haechan walks up, gently so the floor doesn't creak, and crouches down next to you. the monitor softly lights your sleeping face with the pause screen of the game you’d been playing, and there’s a jumbled mess of letters in the chat bar from your arm resting on the keyboard. he hears your docile breathing and the faintest sound of the calm music through the headphones askew on your head.

haechan decides in the moment that this is, quite honestly, the most adorable thing he has ever seen.

his hand comes up, pushing the mic up and back to brush his thumb along your cheek, and he can’t help but lean in and press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. you hum as you wake, rubbing your face on your sleeve, and you push yourself up from the surface of the desk. you look up at him, eyelids heavy, almost closed. the combination of the lopsided headphones sitting on your head and the groggy smile that pulls at your lips at the sight of him makes haechan feel lovesick.

“mmh, hi hyuckie,” you sigh happily upon seeing your boyfriend. you grab his face with your sweater paws, squishing his cheeks, and place a warm kiss on his pouty lips.

haechan’s heart nearly explodes. “hi baby bear,” he responds, a natural warmth in his voice. he slides the headphones off and sets them aside, using his free hand to brush messy strands of hair out of your face. you lean into his soft touch, your sleepy grin pressing against his palm, and he swears he hears you purr.

he whines. your eyes peek open to look at him. “you have got to stop being so cute. i’m falling behind in this race,” he complains. your yawn is cut short by the giggle that bubbles up at his words.

“what are you doing here, cutie?” he asks, watching you rub your eyes. “i told you i would have a late night.”

“just wanted to see you.” the words come out strained due to you arching back in a stretch, reaching your arms up and wiggling your fingers in the air. they then fall onto haechan’s shoulders, your fingers tangling together at the back of his neck. his hands find your hips without even having to search.

a heavy breath falls from your lips, pulling him closer to press your chest against his. “is that okay?” you muse playfully.

haechan scoffs. “don't ever ask me that,” he scolds you, but his words hold no real weight. you know you’re always welcome here.

haechan’s hands slide down under your thighs to pull you up into his arms. you squeak at the sudden motion, wrapping yourself around him and snuggling your face into his neck.

“let's get you to bed, pretty baby,” he says as he carries you out into the hallway. you hum in agreement, pressing a trio of gentle kisses down his jaw before resting your heavy head on his shoulder, the bounce in his step and the warmth of his body lulling you back to sleep.

#kinda dont like this one but whatever its cute #needed some fluff after the shitty 48 hours ive had #haechan fluff #haechan drabble #haechan x reader #lee donghyuck #lee donghyuck fluff #lee donghyuck drabble #lee donghyuck x reader #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream drabble #nct dream x reader #judah.doc

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joyoushyuck · 2 months

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15:45

Donghyuck is shooting you a wide-eyed look, lips set in a pout, batting his lashes and all. His manipulation is as clear as daylight. He knows you can't resist his charm when he brings out his fatal puppy eyes. Under normal circumstances, you would have given in by now, but this is anything but normal.

You take another look at what you are sure is the ugliest house plant ever, repulsed by the mere sight of it. You don't understand why Donghyuck would go out of his way to pick the strangest of plants everytime he stepped into a nursery. You remember his past infamous pet plants. His devil’s ivy (which he so lovingly called divy) almost killed Daegal, and his mother of thousands was so revolting that his own mother refused to drop by until he got rid of it.

Now he wants a goddamn sea onion of all things to add to your list of greatest miseries. It's not even a seedling, it is fully grown and at a point where it just cannot get anymore hideous. The cherry on top is definitely the bulb sitting on top of the soil.

“Stop calling my baby ugly!” He whines.

You sigh, rubbing your temples. You sense an oncoming headache. “Hyuck, there are some ferns over there,” you point in the general direction of some decent-looking plants. “Do you want to take a look at them before we make a decision? I saw some moth orchids too-”

“Baby!” His gripe cuts you off. “We formed an instant connection the moment our eyes met! I just know this is it!”

You don't want to know what eyes he is talking about. The poor salesboy who had the misfortune of helping you find a plant looks like he is two seconds away from crying. Donghyuck is still giving you his fatal puppy eyes. This plant would ruin your aesthetics.

“Fine,” you relent reluctantly because the headache is getting worse and the salesboy is getting teary eyed. Not because you love Donghyuck or something.

Donghyuck does a small victory dance and cups your cheeks to press a quick kiss on your lips. It doesn't make your heart somersault into your stomach at all.

That's just gross.

If months later, you are the one taking care of Mr. Anion (a terrible pun) while Donghyuck (being the irresponsible father that he is) is on a world tour, it isn't because you love him either. Or whatever.

That's just gross.

Note

Working on your requests. Might take some time:)

Also Donghyuck would 100% be ugly plants enthusiast. He has that type of unhinged energy. Reblog if you agree.

(reblog even if you don't agree because it'll help me π_π)

P.S I'll answer the asks once I'm done writing the requests. I read all of them.

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tonicandjins · 10 months

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lights, camera, lee donghyuck - teaser

CHARACTERS: lee donghyuck | haechan x reader

GENRE: arranged marriage

AUTHOR'S NOTE: leave a comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist.

You used to think there is never a time or place for true love. They say it happens accidentally—in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

Standing in front of your very own groom, you laugh at the thought of true love, which makes very good publicity because you look like you’re looking at the love of your life as you seize the moment; you hope the photographers are taking great pictures, capturing this remarkable moment your parents would be extremely happy to display everywhere their empire reaches.

The officiator declares you husband and wife. The crowd cheers. The lights keep flashing as the cameras roll. They blind you just in time for Lee Donghyuck to lean in and press an empty kiss on your lips.

The ironic thing about being in an arranged marriage, despite your experience comprising of a night and half a day, is that it requires a huge amount of commitment. A shitload of commitment, as Donghyuck would say in hopes of convincing you to persuade your parents not to agree to the already-planned out marriage.

This whole fiasco, well, it’s not like you or Donghyuck didn’t expect it. To dumb it down, here’s what happened:

You and Donghyuck have known each other your whole lives, but apparently not enough to consider the other as a friend—barely a colleague, just someone you know because of your parents. Like the typical chaebols anyone would think of, you’d gone to the same school—literally from daycare until university.

Carrying the bloodline of the incredibly renowned Lee, who practically owns half the country’s economy considering his ancestors contribution to business and tourism, Donghyuck’s accustomed to the lights and cameras. As far as you know, young as he was, he had been trained to know their empire like the back of his hand. His grandfather, being the empire’s chairman, is meticulously particular with who his children and his children’s children marry. Somehow, it’s tradition for the Lee family. It’s tradition to marry someone from another wealthy and equally influential family, and if Donghyuck could say so himself, it’s the secret to success.

It’s a universally known truth that successful empires come from humble beginnings. In interviews, his grandfather talks about hard work and creating your own vision, which he says he’d learned from his parents who learned it from their parents. He emphasizes the importance of ethics in business and networking, expanding one’s territory by partnership. He brags about working at a young age, getting a degree and an MBA, and how he’d imposed and required higher education for his own children. What he doesn’t talk about is all the arranged marriages the entire Lee bloodline had signed up for—had committed to—to keep their empire expanding like the fucking universe. It just keeps going; there’s no stopping.

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haechansdoll · 9 months

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morning - lhc x reader

Pairing : Lee Dongyuck x f!Reader

Description: morning fluff , cute and soft. (I am lately having this cute aggression towards haechan, I just wanna squish him, bite him and nom nom him AGHHHH STOPP skskks)

Warnings : none

It was a frizzy autumn morning the first feeble ray of the rising sun peered through the window surpassing the light green curtains billowing softly in the wind, two lovebirds were still nestled in the soft bed placed against the wall of the room as the wind brushed over them they burrowed better in the cocoon made of blankets of nay color.

He hugged her closer to his chest, his touch like a feather as he brushed aside a dark rebel lock covering her cheek he took his time admiring his princess the one and only woman who he has ever loved and who has ever showed anything but the deepest tender love she held only for him, he lost track of time as he stared in awe at her gorgeous features when her eyes fluttered open softly, sleep still clinging to them as she slowly focused her gaze on him, her eyes a bright shade of light green melting with light crinkles of golden he would have stared at all day never getting tired, affection and love dancing in them making them shine like fresh honey on a sunny day, tenderness dripping over her smile as her hands curled on his heart leaping up with mirth at the soft intimate touch of her Queen taking her place on her throne that has always belonged to her alone, she was an irresistible temptation he felt drawn to like a bear to honey, he leaned closer disclosing his lips only to brush an achingly reverent kiss on her forehead .

“Good morning my princess.” his voice a soft murmur for her alone to ear

“Good morning my bear.” his fingers bolder as he brushed her dark locks in their proper place, his gaze full of promises as he melted his lips on hers.

She loved kisses of any kind for every time he disclosed a side of him for her alone to discover, precious treasure for them both was every kiss they shared, soft, deep and long, savored slowly like a spoonful of honey but way more sweeter.

It was a lovely kiss slow and unhurried as they took their time showing off their love to one another not caring about anything else, the world outside fading out, time slowed almost to a stop not bothering to disturb them in the slightest it would have been useless anyway to desire them to rush over, after a while, they desired to last longer, reluctantly they pulled away only to take breath, their gaze locked to one another mirroring nothing but lovestruck affection, bright green melting with chartreuse in a peculiar color that was only theirs, he hugged her closer to his chest leaving a kiss full of devotion on her hair making her smile even brighter, their voices murmuring sweet nothings to each other with light tender caress, the soft sound melting with the birds chirping outside.

His voice low and deep, sweet like honey as he professed his love unable to keep it hidden in his heart any longer

“I love you y/n.” her smile brightened her features, warming his whole heart with the scorching heat of her love

“I love you too Haechan.” it was unbelievable how these words always manage to make his heart melt completely, making him so happy as he never was unable to know what to do with himself, ready to obey her every order, doing everything and even more just to see that smile reward and precious treasure for his love, he so generously spoiled her with, unable to stay way from showering her with all his love.

They did not rush, nor hurried there was nothing to be anxious for anyway no one chiding him with duties, letting them savor each second of their married life away from the ruckus of the palace, who risked breaking them apart, nestled in a far away village in a cozy cottage hidden amidst the forest, their official duties was to strengthen the border, when needed, and keep an eye on the frontiers with Jade, cultivating in the meanwhile the good relationship between their countries.

Their heart beating in sync, filled with gratitude for that magical story they began to write since their childhood, their friendship nurturing the bud of that tender feeling bloomed to the fullest, a sweet continuation to his messy past, a balm and a reward to them both for sticking close no matter what, strengthening an unbreakable bond forged in blood and written in the stars like in a fairytale whose destiny they choose themselves, the beautiful and passionate tale of the bear and the princess written by their love.

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sunshyni · 24 days

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(olha eu aqui na madrugada kkkkk é que eu estabeleci uma meta de que iria postar isso ainda hoje, então preciso cumprir 🙏)

Honey

Lee Donghyuck

2. I'll be your honey in the honeymoon

Era um sábado à noite comum como qualquer outro, você estava relaxando vestindo seu pijama favorito depois de um longo banho com direito a sais e muita música, um notebook descansava no seu colo, você tinha uma apresentação de um produto novo na segunda-feira à tarde, mas não se importava de adiantar um pouquinho as coisas no sossego da sua casa, ou essa era apenas uma desculpa convincente para não te fazer refletir sobre o quanto você era solitária. Não é como se você não tivesse amigos, você até tinha, no entanto eles possuíam seus próprios cronogramas e afazeres, e você jamais atrapalharia o momento de lazer de alguém. Você trocou de janela para o gerenciador de e-mails da empresa quando o notebook fez um barulho notificando uma nova mensagem.

“Eu não sei o que rolou com aquele casal representante da empresa no mega evento de hoje, mas eles amarelaram. Esteja pronta em 30. Não precisa me dizer seu endereço, já tô ligado, e não se preocupa com o que vestir, você tá sempre impecável”

Esse era Lee Donghyuck, enviando um e-mail extremamente informal e suspeito sem dar a mínima para a ética – ou a falta dela – da empresa, vai saber se o presidente tinha alguém contratado apenas para checar os e-mails e mensagens trocadas entre os funcionários da NeoCosmetics.

Você se levantou rapidamente do sofá, quase perdendo o equilíbrio quando praticamente saltitou até o seu quarto, resolvendo responder ao e-mail do Lee pelo celular mesmo enquanto mordia o lábio inferior, indecisa sobre o que vestir, vejamos: se tratava de um evento beneficente organizado todos os anos por um cliente em potencial da empresa, sempre acontecia num prédio luxuoso da região e em boa parte do tempo reunia pessoas influentes e com certa grana no bolso. O vestido laranja de cetim, longo e com uma fenda lateral elegante teria que servir para a ocasião.

“O que que a gente vai fazer? Fingir sermos um casal?”

“Tem alguma ideia melhor?”

Vocês poderiam facilmente tentar uma outra abordagem com o cliente que tinha como princípio a família, mas aquele era o momento perfeito para agir e você estava começando a ficar entediada mesmo com a tela do computador, então não seria tão ruim assim ajudar dois colegas de trabalho e impedir que eles levassem um sermão do gerente.

Donghyuck apareceu na portaria do seu apartamento exatos trinta minutos depois que as mensagens entre vocês cessaram, apesar de vocês mal se esbarrarem na empresa por causa da agenda maluca do Lee que envolvia dele resolver pepinos nos lugares mais remotos possíveis, todo mundo sabia da sua exímia pontualidade. Você tratou de deixar os lábios bem unidos, com medo de babar quando o viu num smoking completo, ele não costumava ser atraente assim, tá bom, ele era bastante, mas você nunca vira de perto, sempre admirou de longe quando ele enrolava as mangas da camiseta para poder organizar a mesa e erguer uma quantidade obscena de contratos. É óbvio que sempre que ele te olhava de volta na sua sala, você desviava o olhar e fingia concentração no monitor, embora tudo que você estivesse fazendo com o mouse era abrir abas do navegador loucamente.

— Uau, 'cê tá um espetáculo — Ele disse, passando pelos seus cabelos molhados pelo banho recente e descendo até as sandálias de salto mediano que abraçavam seus pés — Agora me dá sua mão esquerda.

Donghyuck segurou sua mão com delicadeza e com a mão livre retirou do bolso da calça uma caixinha de jóia, ele retirou de lá uma aliança e a colocou no seu dedo anelar sem hesitar, suspirando de alívio quando percebeu que o acessório coube perfeitamente no seu dedo.

— São de namoro, mas acho que servem pra fingir um casamento — Ele mostrou a própria mão e você sorriu desacreditada, boquiaberta com todo o empenho que Donghyuck estava colocando sobre toda aquela farsa, ainda que o simples encostar de peles tenha feito seu coração disparar um bocado dentro do peito.

— Você pensou em tudo mesmo, né?

— Eu não brinco em serviço, princesa — Ele piscou ao passo que abria a porta do carro esportivo para você entrar, e você revirou os olhos para evitar fazer o sorriso crescer no seu rosto.

Felizmente, o prédio em que o evento se sucederia não ficava estupidamente longe da sua casa, então o Lee segurou sua mão novamente apenas vinte minutos depois, era evidente que vocês dois estavam envergonhados, fingindo intimidade um com o outro quando mal se falavam no escritório, mas Haechan sentia-se fissurado pelo seu perfume de rosas frescas e você não podia negar gostar da mão maior envolvendo a sua pequena. E mesmo no elevador, programado para o terraço onde aconteceria a festa, vocês não conseguiam evitar sorrir um para o outro.

— Tá. Jogo rápido. Onde a gente se conheceu? — Você questionou, tentando fazer Donghyuck se recordar de todo o roteiro que vocês inventaram no caminho até alí, ele fingiu refletir enquanto capturava duas champanhes das bandejas que não cessavam de passar entre vocês. Seu olhar recaiu para o pomo de Adão dele de forma involuntária quando Haechan fez questão de afrouxar a gravata, essa que no momento você sentia uma vontade insana de desatar.

— No escritório. A gente demorou pra ficar junto porque você é uma enrolona — Ele esboçou um sorrisinho de canto que era pura canalhice. Você correspondeu com um tapinha fraco no seu peitoral — Tá, a gente demorou pra ficar junto porque não achávamos apropriado nos envolvermos romanticamente trabalhando no mesmo setor. Mas, com a minha persuasão e persistência, eu consegui te convencer.

— A gente é casado há um ano e eu quero uma menininha — Aquilo com certeza não estava nos planos do roteiro de vocês, mas mesmo assim você se aproximou do corpo do Lee com um sorriso estampado no rosto quase isento de maquiagem dado o tempo mínimo que você teve para se aprontar. Haechan tombou docemente a cabeça para o lado ao complementar — E você quer um menininho. O que significa que ou a gente se esforça pra valer pra conceber gêmeos ou a gente se contenta com o resultado e encomendamos outro logo em seguida.

Donghyuck tinha um brilho na pele e no olhar que te fazia sentir um tanto quanto nauseada e extasiada, poderia olhá-lo por horas, dias, semanas, meses e anos e jamais se cansaria de conectar suas pintinhas como num jogo ponto a ponto, você até percebeu distraída com toda beleza que de dele emanava, que o desenho que as suas pintinhas formavam se parecia e muito com a constelação de Pégaso incompleta.

— É isso que a gente tá tentando agora?

— É claro. É por isso que a gente se atrasou. Porque não consigo tirar minhas mãos de você.

Você bebericou sua taça de champanhe, sem reação alguma diante a falta dele, no entanto internamente todo seu ser se agitava, até suas mãos suavam um bocado de nervosismo, mas você ficou com medo de secá-las no vestido novinho e acabar estragando o tecido, então se limitou a fingir plenitude diante do homem gostoso de smoking parado bem a sua frente.

— Ah, então são vocês os representantes da NeoCosmetics? — Provavelmente sua alma escapou do seu corpo quando a mão de Donghyuck pousou tranquilamente nas suas costas, nuas devido ao decote do vestido que você havia escolhido, o que te fez pensar que ele provavelmente sentiu sua pele arrepiar com a palma da mão, a lateral do seu corpo colidia com a dele e mesmo que você estivesse com todas as suas forças tentando prestar atenção no diálogo entre seu esposo apaixonado e o cliente tão esperado da empresa de vocês, você não fazia ideia de quais eram as palavras pronunciadas, focando nos lábios de Haechan não para leitura labial, e sim para afirmar consigo mesma sobre o quanto os benditos pareciam ser macios.

— Isso é com a minha talentosa esposa. Acho que vocês deveriam conversar sobre — Você voltou para si com a palavra esposa, se concentrando no questionamento do cliente e fazendo o possível para respondê-lo da forma mais agradável que encontrou, felizmente o homem na casa dos cinquenta anos era extremamente simpático e interessado tanto no seu trabalho quanto no trabalho de Haechan, que te roubava a sanidade vez ou outra que queria mostrar seu status de relacionamento com um beijinho inocente no seu ombro no meio da conversa ou um apertão súbito na sua cintura que ele achava que passaria imperceptível. Com certeza, sua linguagem do amor era do toque e você não reclamaria de maneira alguma disso.

Quando finalmente, com a união dos seus poderes, vocês conseguiriam adicionar o cliente na lista de investidores para uma linha especial que a empresa estava pensando em fundar, Haechan te arrastou até a pista de dança enquanto um cantor cantava uma versão de alguma música romântica famosa num violão, o ar frio da noite tocava os seus braços, mas não te deixava com frio e nem nada, considerando a pessoa que te abraçava com familiaridade, como se já tivessem balançado os corpos em sincronia daquele jeito muitas outras vezes.

Você sorria sem motivo aparente, podia ser pela bebida ingerida que começava a agir no seu interior só agora, ou podia ser também porque em muito tempo você não tinha uma noite como aquela, com alguém atraente e com conversa fácil que nem Haechan ao seu lado, talvez fosse a mistura de todas aquelas coisas, você não estava preocupada em desvendar esse mistério, só estava a fim de observar aquela pele dourada e a constelação que havia descoberto sem querer e que nomeara como “Haechan”.

— Por que você tá sorrindo assim, hien? Não quer me contar o que é tão engraçado assim? — Ele questionou baixinho, uma mecha de cabelo caindo suavemente no seu rosto esculpido por algum Deus grego, Apolo, talvez?

— Você é estupidamente atraente. A sua pele parece mel, e eu sei que existe todo um cálculo matemático de simetria pra definir um rosto perfeito, mas eu não preciso de nenhum desses parâmetros quando olho pra você — Donghyuck esbanjou um sorriso, achando adorável a forma que você encontrou para elogiá-lo e unindo um pouco mais seu corpo de encontro ao dele. Você queria arrancar os cabelos, porque ele não precisava fazer muita coisa para te deixar gamadinha, só o ato dele exibir aquele sorriso orgulhoso bastava.

— Você tá bêbada? Porque eu te proíbo de se arrepender de me dizer essas coisas quando ficar sóbria novamente — Haechan ergueu as sobrancelhas, testando o território em que vocês se encontravam. Você sabia que não estava bêbada, falara tudo aquilo com consciência porque não aguentava mais guardar todos aqueles fatos para si mesma — Ah, e eu achei que você não me achasse atraente, levando em conta aquela sua mensagem que foi parar acidentalmente no chat público.

Você gemeu baixinho, sussurrou um palavrão e tentou esconder o rosto de Donghyuck, mas isso foi em vão, então você só sorriu sem graça.

— Aquilo foi sem querer e eu não podia admitir pra uma colega de trabalho que te achava gostoso.

— Ah, é?

— Seria a maior fofoca, imagina o que diriam agora que tudo que consigo pensar é em desatar o nó dessa sua gravata e me auto declarar senhora Lee.

— Continua — Haechan pediu com cautela, envolvendo sua nuca com a mão e aproximando os lábios dos seus de propósito, só para te ver ansiando pela colisão um pouquinho.

— Você é coreano, né? Alguma coisa contra se casar com uma estrangeira? Porque eu quero muito me casar com você.

Donghyuck não suportou mais e uniu os lábios nos seus, te beijando lentamente e sem pressa, invadindo com a língua e fazendo todo seu corpo entrar em combustão num tempo recorde de alguns segundos. Realmente, às vezes, só falar uma torrente de pensamentos desconexos te levava a lugares que você jamais imaginou.

— Esse prédio é um hotel, né? — Você questionou e Haechan se afastou um bocado do seu corpo para olhar nos seus olhos que muito provavelmente brilhavam incandescentes. O Lee anuiu com a cabeça ao mesmo tempo que acariciava sua bochecha tal qual um marido encantador.

— Quer que eu reserve uma suíte pra gente, minha futura esposa?

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ohmygs-blog · 7 months

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to be dating lee donghyuck…

❀ boyfriend texts

bf texts.

bf texts ii.

bf texts iii.

bf texts iv.

bf texts v.

bf texts vi.

protective bf texts i.

concerned bf texts.

texts while on ur period.

memes hyuck would send you.

calling you diff pet names.

❀ idol! bf texts

idol! bf texts.

idol! bf texts ii.

❀ other messages

fwb / situationship.

fwb / situationship ii.

nsfw texts.

poly relationship. (reader, jeno, hyuck)

birthday messages to hyuck.

dad + husband hyuck.

angsty texts.

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daegall · 7 months

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[10:05]

pairing: video store worker!hyuck x video store worker!reader

genre: fluff, crack, established relationship!AU, video store!AU

warnings: hyuck has a wound (cat scratches LOL)

word count: 475 words

a/n: ok . ya . im OBSESSED with the new fact check haech video i literally cant get him out of my mind istg

OH ALSO!!! jeno fic in the processs tee hee

networks/taglist: @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy @justalildumpling <3

"Remind me again why I have to take care of you?"

Donghyuck only grins proudly at your question, scooting to the end of the table he sits on, bringing you between his legs. "Because you are the best person on this planet and I love you so very much?"

You roll your eyes, but can't help but smile at his tone, the way he leans down to peck at your cheek multiple times, before patting his shoulder. "Mhm, yeah. Sit back,"

You peel off the wrapping of the Band-Aid in your hand, straightening it, before raising it to your boyfriend's cheek. "And how the hell did you get hurt this time?"

Donghyuck grimaces as you lightly push on the wound on his cheek, wincing. "Hey, it was Jeno's cat-sitting job, and I had to fill in last minute! I got half the pay, you know."

You never understood Donghyuck and his need for sudden spontaneous adventures, but you guess that's why you love him. He's unexpecting, and it's a good change to your tight-scheduled lifestyle.

You lean down to place a kiss on top of the band-aid, grinning at Donghyuck's shy smile, before pinching his chin. "You cut 15 minutes off my shift, mind filling that in?"

You step back from your position between his legs, walking across the room to pick up a box full of CD' and movie tapes, the one you originally came in the room for, per request from your boss, but was interrupted by your damsel-in-distress boyfriend.

Donghyuck only whines at your words, hopping off the table to rush and help you with the boxes, easily taking it from you and holding another box with it.

"How about this," He mumbles, resting the boxes by his hip, the other placed on a table next to you. Donghyuck leans in, incredibly close, his nose brushing against yours. "I can borrow a few movies from here,"

Your eyebrows raise at his first negotiation. He's the only employee who's allowed to bring certain CD's or tapes home, because he's assistant manager, and your boss just favors him for his humor and charm. You can't blame him.

"and we can cuddle and have a movie night tonight? My place, 7 o'clock. Sounds good?"

You hate how confident and smug Donghyuck looks, with his knowing smile and sparkling eyes, he knows you can't turn him down.

You raise your hand to squeeze his cheeks, puffing his lips out, before pecking said lips, and pulling away to pinch him lightly. "You take the boxes out, sort them, and get the snacks ready, then we have a deal."

Donghyuck instantly grins, his pearly-whites causing you to go soft and almost physically melt, and he leans down to leave one last wet, loud, loving smooch on your cheek. "I love you, Y/N!"

You love Lee Donghyuck too.

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twilghtkoo · 1 year

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hiii can i request prompts 92 and 111?? :D tysm i love ur series

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff if u squint, smut

warnings. gamer!haechan needs it's own warning, cum eating, face riding?, cunningulus, fingering, biting??? tit play kinda, a mortal kombat reference

prompts: #92 “you’re so dumb” and #111 “just let me beat this level and i swear i’ll give you the best orgasm ever”

prompt list | series masterlist | taglist

“hyuckie,” you call out to him. waiting for him to push one side of his headphones away from his ear. but he doesn’t hear you.

“hyuckie,” you repeat his name louder, dragging out the last vowel.

he whips his head to face you, pushing off the left ear, you giggle at his befuddled expression.

“i’m horny.” you whine out loud.

he smirks, turning back to face his screen but keeping his left ear open for you. it’s normal for you to occasionally want him while he’s sitting on his gaming chair, too occupied in whatever game he’s playing. but he never denies you, not when he sees you clenching your thighs together to barely relieve yourself. you’re not sure why you’re craving him right now, but you are.

“just let me beat this level, and i swear i’ll give you the best orgasm.” he promises you.

“uh… the fuck?” renjun speaks up, his voice only audible through haechan’s headphones.

which is why you were confused when haechan chuckled too himself, before saying ‘don’t worry about it.’ and you assumed he was online with one of his members. a look of determination on his face as he effortlessly continues with his game.

a triumphant smile stretched your lips, succeeding in grabbing your boyfriend’s attention. while he was busy fighting a character in his game, you were undressing yourself, tossing the discarded clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed.

you sprawled yourself on your bed, preparing yourself as if you were haechan's last meal on earth.

"alright renjun, i'm logging off. duty calls," he speaks into the mic, already closing out of some tabs and apps.

renjun lets out a huff. "don't care, bye."

with that, haechan chuckles before sliding off his headphones and putting them on the stand that you had bought him from the store. the amount of times he just leaves them on his keyboard bugged you.

when he turned around to face you, he did not expect for you to be full on naked. you lied on your back, the curves of your breast looked so perky and he so badly wanted to run his tongue all over you. your collarbones holding nothing as they made a dip into your skin. yet, the silver necklace with his initial on a small heart shaped pendant shimmers from the ambient lamp in the room. the way your legs looked so soft and smooth, and the way your thigh was hiding your center from his view made him feel stiff. he thinks if you heard the way he imagined you, as if he's describing a renaissance painting, you'd hide your face behind your hands and tell him he's lying. but you are truly so beautiful to him.

haechan is momentarily speechless. he eyes you up and down, open-mouthed.

the way he was staring at you had your cheeks warm up.

"can you stop staring and just come here?"

and he does just that, filling in the empty space between you two, remaining in his clothes.

"if you saw how i saw you in my eyes you'd stare too." he smirks, his eyes travel from your chest to your eyes, briefly stopping at the necklace before to your eyes. "so pretty." he whispers.

you tug at his hoodie, knowing he's wearing nothing under it. it was just something he threw on when he crawled out of your bed this morning. "take it off." you mumble.

you swallow involuntarily at the sight of haechan's toned chest.

"oh, fuck me."

haechan giggles shyly at your hushed comment, not paying his reaction any mind, you lean onto your elbows to place soft feather-like kisses along his stomach up to his chest.

he carefully leans back to give you room to sit up, haechan practically sitting on your lap, your hands brush up and down his abs before roaming towards his back, feeling the taut muscles.

he sighs above you, your kisses adventuring up to his face.

small, lingering smooches pressed gently on his jawline, then to the corner of his lips and to his mouth.

his tongue immediately darts out to dance with yours, you begin to push yourself onto him making his back hit the sheets. his palm smooths over the expanse of your ass.

with a moan you pull away as haechan pushes you onto your back, switching places, inserting himself between your thighs.

"fuck," haechan curses at the view of you below him. "i want to eat you out but i love your tits."

you giggle at his confession, his hands kneading your boobs roughly before he presses his face into the soft mounds of your breasts. his tongue swirling around on the perked buds. you run your hands through his fluffy hair, gasping when you feel his other free hand sneak in between your thighs. his finger tips barely grazing your glistening pussy.

"shit, you're wet." he sucks on your skin, continuing to play with your pussy, each touch making you whimper.

the pad of his middle finger runs over your clit and your hips buck into his hand. "mmm, gonna make you feel so good." he pokes his tongue out to run over the freshly made mark above your nipple.

you groan, "hyuck." not being able to withstand his teasing, needing more.

haechan's face leans up to your ear. "sit on my face." he pulls his hand away from your heat, plopping himself next to you and tapping your thigh.

"huh,"

"c'mere baby."

"hyuck, what if-"

his hand wraps itself around your arm as he pulls you towards him. "i'll be fine, promise. i just want you to sit that pretty pussy of yours on my face."

it's not his assuring words that pulls you to throw your leg over him, but haechan's dirty words that he easily spewed out his mouth.

with your leg threw over his body and pussy just above his face like he wanted, he doesn't let much time pass before his tongue dives in between your folds and your clutching onto your headboard. one of his hands are on your ass to spread you open for his delight and the other is exploring inside your aching pussy, coating his fingers with your juices.

"oh fuck!" you cursed, head tilt back.

"so fucking delicious," he murmured, voice low. "always so sweet."

his tongue circles your clit, waves of pleasure hit you throughout your entire body. your head hangs low, as you scream out praises, telling him how good he's making you feel.

your bottom lip is tugged between your teeth, the sloppy, wet noises of him eating you out is filthy, but watching his mouth do so makes you clench around his fingers.

haechan moaning against your pussy sends you closer to the edge.

"shit, i'm gonna cum." you whimper, your hips grinding desperately against his mouth, haechan lifts his hand and smacks your ass.

"god, you're so sexy." he groans against you.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" you screamed.

you can feel him smirk underneath you.

"finish her!" haechan mocked, trying to imitate the godlike voice from mortal kombat.

"you're so dumb." you gritted through your teeth. of course, he uses a gaming reference while eating you out.

chuckling at how desperate you are to release yourself on his tongue. when his teeth run over your throbbing nub, you come undone, your eyebrows scrunch together as tears pool around your waterline. legs are shaking as you slowly rise yourself off of him, not missing how his fingers slid between your folds up and down.

"no," you whine, you turn around to find comfort in your boyfriend who's cheeks are a warm red, nose, lips, and chin glistening from your wetness.

"i love you." haechan kisses you, letting his lips linger on yours, tasting a bit of yourself.

"i love you- oh my god, it's all over your face." you point out, your hand coming up to hide your face. but he just grins, his tongue messily pokes out to get the rest of your juices, freezing as his eyes widened.

"wait, what time is it?" he asks eagerly.

you turn your body to grab your phone off the nightstand, tapping the screen to wake it up.

"almost five, why?"

"baby! we have dinner with doyoung and johnny in like thirty minutes." haechan lightly slaps your ass before he's running to the bathroom.

you just sit on your bed, your chest still heaving up and down from your orgasm, trying to recall if you had any planned events today.

oh crap, you did.

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swee7dream · 1 month

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Can you write a babyspace!reader with cg!Haechan, where Haechan takes good care of the baby, but starts to slip into a little headspace himself? He’s in an older headspace, so he acts more like a big sibling to the reader than a caregiver like this.

weird cg!lee donghyuck x f!reader

genre agere content, fluff, slice of life warnings petnames used wc 962 dni if you sexualize age regression ( you can't see it but i'm giving you the thumbs down of shame )

synopsis you are making haechan weird . but he's okay with that for some reason .

Haechan has never had a partner like you.

He remembers the day you stood shaking like a leaf, speaking with a lump in your throat and your heart wide open.

“And this like… for fun? Sometimes. Oh. Okay. Weird.”

‘Weird.’

The memory of his mistake echoes mockingly, bouncing off the walls of his mind endlessly, never letting him catch a break. Look like you're having a good time there, Lee. That's great. Remember this?

“Channie, what you doin’?” You drop your head to the side as if the new angle would help you figure out the reason your caregiver is sticking his fingers into the corners of his closed eyes.

“Nothing, Angel,” he sighs. “Are you done playing trains?”

“Yeah.” He feels the weight of your head drop onto his lap. “Done done.”

“You should clean up then.”

“… ‘morrow,” you mumble. Your hand reaches out for something, your fingers curling up and extending as if it were pulling on the invisible strings that would bring whatever it is you’re wanting closer to you.

“What are you looking for, sweetheart?”

Groans.

“I don’t know what that means. Also, you really need to clean up. You won’t be happy when you wake up in the morning and you step on a block.”

Whines.

You are a whiny little thing, especially at these hours of the night. This phase is what Hyuck calls “the drop”. At this time, everything drops: your verbal skills, your walking ability, your heavy little eyelids.

“Hello?” He singsongs, gently tapping your cheek. “Am I still speaking to Angel? Or is this Baby?”

Oh, Baby. Angel’s mortal enemy.

Angel is but an ironic pet name for your tiny self, she is nothing if not the opposite of an angel. If Angel wakes up before Donghyuck, she shakes him awake by jumping on the bed. Angel squeals and runs and jumps and scares. Angel is a little imp and everytime he tells you that, all he gets in return is a shameless grin.

Baby, on the other hand, is just a tiny little thing. She comes out of hiding very infrequently, usually during the times you’re supposed to be sleeping. Baby is boring and lame, Angel says, all she does is sleep! Haechan, however, loves Baby. She’s a nice break from the games of hide-and-seek where you hide so well Donghyuck’s heart drops thinking you hid outside. The only things Baby needs are some warm milk, cradling, and the occasional binky to be happy.

Groans (again).

“Okay, okay. I think I can guess what you’re looking for.” He sighs, but the smile in his voice is very much there.

He reaches for the couch’s side table, pulling the drawer open for a shiny box. The lamp’s light reflects off the pacifier, nearly in mint condition from lack of usage. Thanks to having washed it before putting away the last time it was used, the pink dummy can go directly into your mouth.

“Boop.” Attempt one fails, your lips don’t open to accept his offering. “Boop.” Attempt two succeeds!

Haechan feels you go boneless on top of him and pats your head as your breathing slows. He doesn’t try picking you up, that’s not his thing and it’s definitely never been Angel’s either. He just… slowly slides down the couch like a worm onto the living room floor. It’s uncomfortable and not a smooth process but better than the alternative of waking you up when you’re still in a sensitive headspace.

It’s quiet down here, he thinks. It’s just as quiet as when he was up on the couch but a different sort of quiet, he just can’t place it. He sighs silently at the mess before him, blocks and train tracks everywhere. It wouldn’t take long to pick it up really, it’s just such a bore.

Not too far away from his hand are some scattered blocks. (”Town was built on the train tracks, Channie.” “That sounds like some severe infrastructure problems.”) He yawns while making a little house with them, three rectangular birch wood blocks for the walls and a red triangle block for the roof. It’s too small, Donghyuck frowns. Rain will definitely come in. He clicks his tongue and begins looking for another triangle block.

Hyuck blinks and the house has become five, another blink and the five houses have become towers, a third blink and he’s placing the block bridging the two towers together over the train track he had turned back on sometime in between blink two and three. He’s pretty good at this, he nods approvingly of himself.

You need to turn the lights off, a voice in the back of his mind says, the electric bill has been getting crazy. The voice is right, but Haechan does not care. Another yawn escapes him as the clock tick-tick-ticks to midnight. Ever since you entered his life you’ve been throwing him off. He’s sleeping at five in the morning, he’s wearing closed-toe shoes to leave the house, he’s playing with blocks.

It’s you, he pouts. It’s you making him play with these blocks and trains, even if you’re asleep. You’re the one responsible somehow. You’re the one making him all weird like you. Making him all… comfortable and safe. Your lack of judgment is something dangerous for someone like him. He blinks. What a weird thought.

You rustle in his lap, blinking up until your eyes focus on his face.

“Chan?” You rub your eyes, Angel nowhere in sight. “What are you doing, Hyuck?”

“Just… playing.”

a/n hello ! it's vix. thank u for the request, anon ! i don't write agere!idols out of fear of infantilizing them so this was the kind of happy middle i got. hope it's okay !

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goldyeokki · 11 months

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𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ¹⁸⁺ 𖦹 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓: lee donghyuck, huang renjun, mark lee, osaki shotaro, jung sungchan, uchinaga eri (giselle), ning yi zhuo (ningning)

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, humour, a dash of angst, smut ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you and lee donghyuck both get along like oil and water. if it were up to you, you would be going about your days without even breathing in his direction. unfortunately you're in the same friend group and you have to tolerate each other. as handsome or attractive as people claim him to be, you hate his guts. there's so many reasons why you hate him, so why do you get butterflies in your stomach when he's near?

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.5k (written 10k, proj. 20k) ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none here

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. i hope you're all as excited as i am!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა there's so many good parts in this fic i wanted to share but i decided on this one hehe. taglist is open for this fic - please send an inbox to me! thank you~ (๑>◡<;๑)

You weren’t waiting for compliments from anyone nor did you need any but of course, Lee Donghyuck had to put himself out there and get underneath your skin.

He was most likely on his way to his frat house. Sometimes you’d bump into him if you were unlucky. He knew better than anyone not to sneak up on you from behind (especially after Halloween in freshman year) but you’d rather have him do that than yell your name for the entire campus to hear. He’s like a malevolent spirit in the guise of an attractive man-child who thinks fart jokes are funny.

“_____, are you ignoring me?” He whined out loud and it gained the attention of some passersby who looked towards your direction in brief curiosity or annoyance. He called your name again as he caught up with you before he threw his arm over your shoulders. You have never known if it’s a habit or if he had been doing it on purpose to get under your skin.

“What do you want, Hyuck?” You deadpan, turning your head slightly to look at him while walking. He easily fell into stride with you—as if it’s an action as natural as breathing—and surveys you from head to toe. His silence speaks a thousand words at maximum volume and now you’re suddenly self-conscious.

He walked a couple of steps ahead of you while facing you. His hand gently grabbed onto your forearm, as if he was guiding you somewhere. Your brows creased in visible confusion.

“_____.” He called out your name so sweetly that it almost threw you off-guard. You nodded at him to tell him to continue. For a moment, he didn’t. His dark eyes glazed all over your figure from head to toe, tongue swiping over his lips. The sun’s rays got caught on his silver lip ring and it shone brightly enough to capture your attention for a split second.

He was wearing a maroon button-up shirt with the buttons undone halfway down to reveal the silver cross necklace that always hung loosely around his chest. You would be lying if you said he didn’t look good. He’s attractive and he knows how to highlight his best features.

His eyes finally met yours and truthfully, nothing could have prepared you for what he said next.

“You look really fucking good.” The corners of his lips tugged upwards into a playful, cocky smirk. He winked at you and blew an air kiss before turning his back onto you and walking off. You were frozen in place as he continued his journey to wherever the fuck he was supposed to be. He raised his arm to wave at you but not once did he look back. “See ya for movie night tonight, babe!”

Remembering that particular incident had your cheeks burning against your will. Forcing yourself back to the present, you rake a hand through your hair and look down at your phone to find new texts from him.

You don’t know if you want to crawl onto the table and choke him or just leave him on read. Although the first option sounds great, you know that he would probably pin you down faster than you’d like.

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#haechan x reader #haechan fluff #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck fluff

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joyoushyuck · 2 months

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Lee Donghyuck is an opportunist (spoiler: the endearing kind).

He knows you like a book he's read over and over again a million times, maybe more. He knows you like no one else does. That is mostly a good thing (keyword - mostly).

Because as much as he never fails to pick the right gift for your birthday and always gets your coffee order right, he is also a manipulative bitch person who takes advantage of this knowledge and exploits you at your weakest.

Like right now when you really want to be mad at him because he hasn't done the dishes or the laundry, but Donghyuck's hand sneaks under your shirt in the midst of your monologue and you just freeze.

When his breath ghosts your neck, a kiss landing on your nape, you don't even remember what you were on about anymore. Donghyuck loves it when you go pliant under his touch. He loves seeing the crease between your brows disappear, loves feeling your body going lax in his arms, loves the control he has over you.

He pins you against the nearest vertical surface (which happens to be the dining table) and pulls you into a (life-altering, mind-blowing, fantastic) kiss, leaving you completely and utterly disoriented. He loves watching your spit slick lips and the fading hickeys on your collarbone, loves undoing the buttons of your tight work blouse that hugs your chest a little too deliciously.

He is a manipulator and a great one at that, but he also gets your mind off of your big girl duties because oh- he's sucking another bruise at that spot. He knows your body just as much as he knows you; he pushes all the right buttons that'll have you begging him for more, more, more in a matter of minutes.

And even though Lee Donghyuck is a serial exploiter, he is also a dutiful male wife who finishes the dishes and the laundry by the time you wake up from your exhaustion-induced nap.

After all, he's your favourite wheeler-dealer.

Note:

Reblog if you like my fics, it really helps! I especially love reading the tags/comments when y'all reblog.

I don't know what this is. Let's pretend neither of us read it. Probably my most unhinged fic yet (this was for the tags but I reached my maximum tag limit).

Thankyou for the support.

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tonicandjins · 1 year

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eyes tell

characters: haechan/female reader genre: fluff, confession word count: 3.9k summary: donghyuck has been trying to confess his feelings to you. third time's the charm, he thinks.

Note: nothing but donghyuck brainrot for valentine's ^_^

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DONGHYUCK KNOWS HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THE HOLIDAYS—the fairy lights surrounding every place in Gangnam, the Christmas songs playing in every corner of SM Entertainment (courtesy of every EXO Christmas album ever), the sound of kids singing Christmas carols—and he thinks it’s the best time to confess.

It’s a foolproof plan: all he had to do is take you somewhere under a mistletoe, look up and pretend he didn’t know there was one, show it to you, and VIOLA! A kiss under a mistletoe!

However, three hours into the small party the crew members threw for both NCT Dream members and the crew themselves, Donghyuck realizes it’s better said than done. He couldn’t, for the life of him, keep you in his space alone for more than two minutes. People are always pulling you from him—either to ask you to get something for someone or hand you a small Christmas present—and you are always too nice (too kind, oh, be still Lee Donghyuck’s beating heart) to say no.

Sulking, Donghyuck decides to settle on the couch, sitting between Jeno and Jaemin who are arguing about a stupid game they were playing earlier in the night. Donghyuck knows he’s pouting, and he’s pouting really hard hoping you would glance his way and kiss the pout out of his lips. Perhaps if he whines along that cute pout of his, you would hear and come running towards him and call him cute. But none of those happen because, of course, Mark Lee and Park Jisung are hogging you for themselves.

Donghyuck even wore a hoodie with your favorite color so he could catch your eyes tonight, yet here he is: stuck between Jeno and Jaemin who wouldn’t stop debating over everything and nothing at once.

It’s Renjun, bless his heart, who notices Donghyuck sulking while he watches you laugh with Jisung and Mark. Chuckling at Donghyuck’s distress, Renjun pulls him by the hand towards the small table where the sweets are.

“Let me guess,” Renjun starts as he offers a chocolate-covered strawberry to Donghyuck. Donghyuck pries his mouth open to take a bite, eyes still on you. “You’re sulking because she’s not giving you attention.”

“I wore something cute for her,” Donghyuck says while chewing. “But she won’t give me a second of her damn day.”

“It’s because you’re not trying enough,” Renjun answers. “What does she like most about you?”

“Does she even like me?” Donghyuck contemplates.

Renjun laughs, “Of course, she does!”

“Don’t,” Donghyuck whines. “Don’t keep my hopes up. It’ll break my heart.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Renjun assures. “Come on. Think about it. What does she like most about you?”

Donghyuck thinks as far as his memories allow him. You’ve told him a million times how much you like him—love him, even—and Donghyuck could only hope to become as vocal as you are when it comes to how you feel towards people.

One time, you told him about how easily he could make people gravitate towards him and how much you like his innate talent in grabbing people’s attention (which apparently doesn’t include you because here you are now, giving him 0 attention). Another time, you admitted loving how much he adores and cares for his family—specifically for his younger siblings—and you wish you had someone like him in your family (Donghyuck doesn’t want you to think of him like family, like a brother, damn it. He wants to kiss you on the lips).

Just as Renjun was about to say something, Chenle grabs everyone’s attention by testing the mic from the karaoke the crew had prepared for everyone.

“You know I love you, right?” Donghyuck remembers you asking in a drunken haze that one night you and him drank your guts out two days after his 22nd birthday. Donghyuck remembers nodding, but not truly realizing you had meant it. “I think I love you more and more whenever you sing. Sing for me please.”

Donghyuck remembers singing softly to your ears that night, and he realizes that’s what you probably like most about him.

Hence, he takes the mic from Chenle and enters the code to the first song that comes to his mind. As soon as he starts singing, he notices your attention back to his eyes. Donghyuck smiles in triumph, winking at you as he sings his heart out.

“Express your love four times a day, laugh eight times, kiss me six times,” Donghyuck sings his heart out. “It’s the only password to my heart, No one else can know it, only you can have me, you are my secret, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl!”

When it’s done, Donghyuck finally, finally sees you approaching him. Chenle takes the mic back from him and Donghyuck doesn’t even mind.

“Hello, Ms. Everyone’s Friend, you’ve finally noticed me,” Donghyuck jokes.

“Hey, as soon as you came here I hugged you,” you protest. “Not my fault all your friends like me. Hey, do you have a second?” you ask like Donghyuck wouldn’t give up anything for you.

He nods (a little too quick, a little too obvious), and lets you pull him by the sleeve of his hoodie, taking him to a small storage room, far from the noise and small crowd. Donghyuck isn’t aware of your proximity until you whisper a small hi.

“Hi,” Donghyuck says back, smiling as he look down on you, eyes locked in yours. “What are we doing here?” he whispers.

“I wanted to give you my gifts,” you whisper back. “I didn’t get the others a gift and I really don’t want them to feel upset that I only got something for you.”

“Y/N, my dear, what makes you think I’m not going to brag whatever you have for me on a daily basis?” he asks, chuckling as he watches you take a small box from your pocket of your hoodie.

“I figured you probably already have everything and this is something you can most likely afford to buy ten times, but…” you trail off. Even under the small light bulb, Donghyuck could see the blush on your cheeks.

He takes the small box from your hand, and it’s a box from a luxury brand, Donghyuck suddenly realizes he didn’t get anything for you for Christmas. He opens the present, and it’s that famous Thomas Trench bear bag charm from Burberry.

“He reminded me of you,” you mutter shyly. “You can put it on your hand carry bag whenever you travel. I mean, you’re going on tour with NCT 127, and like I said, it’s nothing big, like I said, you could probably buy this ten times, like I sai—”

“Y/N.” Donghyuck is going to kiss you now. He wraps an arm around your waist, caressing your back as he pulls you close.

“Donghyuck,” you whisper. You look up. Donghyuck does, too, and who would have known? A mistletoe right above the both of you.

Just when Donghyuck is about to lean in, of course—of fucking course, Park Jisung.

“Y/N noona, Renjun is about to sing your favorite song, aren’t—am I interrupting?”

You jump back from Donghyuck’s arm, looking at Jisung, then at Donghyuck, then back to Jisung, who’s still holding the door open.

“No, no,” you stutter a few seconds later. “I’m coming.”

You don’t look back at Donghyuck and follow Jisung.

Park Jisung is so going to get beaten up.

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

His second attempt came out of nowhere, unlike the first time he decided he’d confess and finally ask you out.

Donghyuck is in the hospital, and he feels like it’s the shittiest day of his life because it most likely is. They were in the middle of a schedule promoting Candy, and just when the music show was over, Donghyuck’s body failed him. His chest started hammering like crazy, and he had always thought this was normal because it happens to him all the time, until it started to hurt and his body started shaking unceasingly. The medics were quick to get to him as soon as Mark shouted for help. Donghyuck doesn’t really recall much of what happened; all he knows is that his body just collapsed and Jeno and Jaemin helped carry him so he could be transferred to a stretcher and that Renjun was on his phone already calling his Mom, probably because he knows Donghyuck would want them to call his Mom.

When Donghyuck wakes, hazy from the oxygen and the dosages of medicine they’d put through his dextrose, feeling adhesive patches stuck on his chest, he sees you sitting beside him. You’re on your phone, and you quickly bid goodbye to whoever you were speaking with as soon as you see him open his eyes.

“Donghyuck, baby, how are you feeling?” you ask, holding his hand. Donghyuck’s throat is dry so all he could muster up is a nod. “Your Mom and sister went out for a minute to get something to eat. I’ll call the doctor real quick.”

Before you could stand, Donghyuck reaches out to weakly grab your wrist, keeping you still on your seat.

“What is it, my love?” you ask. The influx of nicknames is making his heart hammer against his chest, and it’s proven when the cardiac event recorder starts beeping like crazy behind him. “Donghyuck, calm down. They’re trying to stabilize your heartbeat. I’ll call the doctor.”

“I love you,” Donghyuck barely whispers.

“Oh, baby,” you softly coo. “I love you, too. Now please let me get someone to check on you.”

Donghyuck can’t remember much after that. He could hear his Mom nagging in his ear, something about pacing and how he should really calm down. His sister was just whining in the background, saying that the expensive shit he buys for them aren’t worth it if it means they find him in the hospital multiple times a year. He reckons it’s the dosages of medicine that makes him hazy, but everything else are all blurred and toned down. While he lies on bed, high on oxygen, all he could see clearly is you—the worried look on your face and just the way your eyes are glued to him—and all he could think of is maybe love isn’t all about a big, grand confession one makes an effort to prepare for.

Perhaps love can be as quiet as the way he said I love you, hand weakly holding your wrist, voice barely audible. Perhaps love can be as simple as being there on days as quiet as this.

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The third time Donghyuck musters up the courage to tell you about his feelings is about two months later, when NCT Dream just won the grand prize for a prestigious awards show.

He finds you in the crowd as they perform, and you’ve always been the kind to easily blend in the crowd, wearing your usual crew fit, a lanyard with your ID labeled as NCT Dream’s staff allowing you all access to wherever he is, but Donghyuck’s made it a habit to make sure you know that you stand out whichever crowd you try to blend in. Tonight, Donghyuck winks exactly at your direction when he sings the words to their hit songs, and he does it multiple times, making sure you’re as affected as he is whenever your presence is within a mile radius.

They’re on their way back to the dormitories. Tonight, Donghyuck is staying at NCT Dream’s dorm and will most likely share a bed with Jisung. He had a schedule the next day for 127’s fansign, but he doesn’t have much energy left and would rather share a bed than go back to the other dorm.

You sit on the back of the van with him, and by default your hand intertwines with his as soon as the lights and cameras are out. Donghyuck is so, so, so tired and happy, but he keeps himself cool and calm because he doesn’t need a part two of the hospital scene during the promotions for Candy. But Lord Jesus, what can he do when your first instinct as soon as you and him are out of people’s sight is to hold his hand? You know how much he loves holding hands. You might as well kiss him now if you’re planning his doom.

The other members are quiet. Donghyuck could hear Renjun snoring already.

Gently, you massage the back of Donghyuck’s hand, and seconds later, he could feel your lips softly kissing his fingers, humming the tune to one of the songs playing at the venue before the team left. Donghyuck smiles, content with the way his heart flutters at your actions.

“Y/N,” Dream’s manager asks while he takes a turn, his hands tightly holding the steering wheel. “Shall I drop you off at your building?”

“Yes, please,” you answer. “You know where it is, right?”

The manager hums and makes eye contact with Donghyuck through the rearview mirror. “Donghyuck.”

“Hm?”

“If you want to stay over at Y/N’s, you can. I’ll have someone pick you up at six in the morning tomorrow.”

“Really?” Donghyuck gasps, a little too loudly because Renjun groans as soon as he does. “Sorry. Will you really let me stay over?”

“Unless Y/N says no, then it should be fine. You deserve it,” the manager answers. Donghyuck turns to you, eyes pleading, as if you’d say no.

“As if I’d say no,” you parrot whatever he had in mind.

Donghyuck happily (but quietly) cheers.

“No funny business, Haechan,” the manager reminds as soon as the car stops in front of the building you live in. “Be ready at six in the morning.”

“I love you, hyung,” Donghyuck pouts, sending the manager a flying kiss, before opening the door and jumping, offering his hand to help you. “Thank you. I won’t stay up and I will wake up early.”

The other members mumble a quiet, tired bye-bye, and it seems like only Donghyuck has enough energy left to even tell each member he loves them. Their manager allows you and him to enter the building first before Donghyuck hears them drive away.

It doesn’t hit Donghyuck that it’s his first time staying over for a night until he hears you lock the door and he gets a full view of your place. His confidence runs low when you start removing your coat and shoes, realizing that holy shit, this is real. He’s really staying the night at the love of his life’s safe place. Will you let him sleep on the same bed? Probably not, what is he even thinking? Of course, he’s sleeping on the floor, and you’re taking the bed. Why does he thi—

“Donghyuck, stop thinking and get rid of your shoes,” you interrupt his thoughts as your enter the small living room area, switching some lights on one by one. “Go take a shower.”

Donghyuck nods, following you while he carries his backpack of necessities. You lead him to the bathroom and tell him you’ll prepare the bed.

When Donghyuck is left alone, he decides that this would be the best time to confess to you, the only time he really can because you’re all alone and there’s no Park Jisung to interrupt your bubble. He starts the shower and composes his thoughts, thinking about the most beautiful words he could string so he could put the message across.

When he’s done, his mind is all fogged up just like the mirror in your bathroom. He hears you knock, asking if he’s done yet because you would also need to shower. He puts his clothes on, a shirt and some sweatpants, drying his hair with the spare towel you prepared for him, and opens the door to find you smiling softly as you wait for him. He steps out and allows you in, finding his feet padding on your warm floor.

“Please make yourself comfortable,” you say before locking the bathroom door. Donghyuck hums.

The door of your bedroom is already open when he reaches it. Donghyuck is suddenly so conscious of his presence inside your safe place, inside the privacy of your home. He’s never been here, and didn’t think this day would come so soon. He doesn’t know where to sit, if he’s even allowed to sit on your bed, and is not sure whether this is okay suddenly.

Your room is almost the same size as the one he shares with Johnny in the dorm. He finds your computer setup in the corner of the room, a small shelf of your favorite books displayed right beside it. He sees a vinyl turntable on top of the small shelf, and he makes a mental note to buy you a record the next time he visit a record store.

Donghyuck honestly doesn’t know what to do, so he settles himself on the swivel chair and takes his phone as he waits for you.

The sound of the shower running stops and the sound of what seems like a hairdryer echoes from the bathroom; it doesn’t take that long until you’re entering your bed room, hair still a little damp from the shower.

“What are you doing? I told you to make yourself comfortable,” you mutter as you enter, brushing your hair, yawning a little. Donghyuck looks up from the TikTok video he’s watching.

“I—I didn’t know if we’re staying on the same bed or, or, like…”

You giggle, walking towards him. “Oh, Donghyuck, you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you sleep on the floor.”

“So, like, we’re—we’re like sharing? The bed? Together, I mean.”

A look of surprise, more like confusion, flashes on your face. “Oh, is it not okay? If not, then we—I can, the living room, well, there’s a couch, and perhaps—?”

A second of silence.

Donghyuck starts laughing, and you do, too.

“We’re awful at this,” he comments, you agree and offer your hand. “How do you want this, my lady?”

“The bed has enough room for you and me,” you answer. “Come on, Donghyuck-ah. Let’s sleep.”

Donghyuck pulls you close, and you hold onto him like magnets connecting. Kissing the top of your head, he hums in content as you hug him tighter, your face nuzzled comfortably on his chest. You kiss his cloth-covered chest and make a comment about him buffing up especially on his chest area.

“Taeyong-hyung forces me to go to the gym. I’m glad you noticed,” Donghyuck jokes as you pull him towards the bed after switching the main light off, leaving the small light from your side table on. Donghyuck takes the right side and, as if you’ve been doing this for a long time, allows you to comfortably rest your head on his chest.

“Congratulations again,” you mumble sleepily. “You were so handsome on stage. I was about to fall on my knees.”

“Thank you, I made an effort to keep your attention on me. The entire venue was screaming for Jaemin. I need at least one person to keep their eyes on me,” he jokes.

“The world is your stage, Donghyuck,” you reply, voice softer. “You have everyone’s attention.”

“Some days, I only want yours.” This is it. This is when Donghyuck confesses and tells you about his undying love and how much he wants a future with you.

“You have mine every day,” you mutter, voice barely audible.

Hold on, God, are you really falling asleep before he could confess?

“I lo—Y/N, I’m having a moment. Please let me have this moment. Can you stay awake?”

“No,” you mumble. “Night.” Barely there.

“Wow,” Donghyuck sighs in disbelief. “You’re really sleeping when I’m about to give you my entire heart.”

Donghyuck hears you hum. Fuck it.

“I really,” he starts. “Really, really, really, really, really, really.”

He inhales, waiting. No response.

“I really, really, really love you.” There. No reaction.

“I have loved you for a long time,” he continues anyway. “I think the first time I realized it was when you were bringing food for us, and prior to that all members were talking about how much they’re craving for pizza. But when you arrived with the food delivery, you—” He chuckles at the memory. “You were holding a separate box for me. With fried chicken. For me. Because you know I don’t give a shit about pizza.”

He turns a little to kiss your hair.

“And it wasn’t even a eureka! moment,” he continues. “It wasn’t even a punch in the gut. It wasn’t loud, like my heart hammering against my chest, screaming for your name. It was—it was quiet. Like a tap on my wrist, telling me it’s always been there. You’ve always been in my heart. And you didn’t come in screaming, pulsating, crying. You walked in my heart, slowly and surely, like—like, the sun rising. It doesn’t abruptly rise from the horizon and blind everyone before they get the chance to wake up to start their day. The sun rises slowly, seeping through your curtains, gently waking you, kissing your skin like it’s the most precious thing ever. You’re like that for me. You’re the sun rising quietly into the horizon for me.”

“And I just—” Donghyuck sighs. “I wish I could say it better. I love you. I have loved you for a long time. I don’t think I’ll ever stop, so please let me say this. Let me tell you I love you.”

Donghyuck is left with silence for a few moments. And he wonders if he said it right. Honestly, he doesn’t even remember the words he said. He probably just spluttered nonsense. Main point is he loves you, and damn does he wish you were awake to hear all of it. He feels you breathe slowly, then—

“I love you, too,” you whisper, sniffling. He thinks you may be crying. “Have for a long time, too. I can’t remember when. I can’t even remember a time since we’ve met that I don’t look at you like you hung the stars for me.”

“Baby,” Donghyuck pouts when he realizes you’re already crying. He moves so that he’s lying on his side as he grabs your face with both hands, thumbs wiping away the tears. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

You giggle.

“Can I kiss you?” Donghyuck asks and you nod too quickly. He wipes the stains of tears from your cheeks and leans closer, closer, closer—

And there. Finally. The most-awaited first kiss.

He presses his lips only softly, a feather-like touch, waits for your reaction, but you keep your eyes closed, and then he’s leaning again, pressing his lips firmly this time.

He kisses you gently—carefully, like a curator carrying a piece of art that’s been around for ages, and you kiss him back like you mean it.

The kiss is over not long after, and Donghyuck brings you back close to his chest, hugging you and telling you to sleep.

You hum. Donghyuck closes his eyes.

The room is covered in silence. Donghyuck feels like he’s dreaming, and slowly, he lets himself fall asleep. The last thing he hears before drifting of is: “for the record, I’ve always known, Donghyuck. I’ve always known, because the things you can’t say, your eyes tell.”

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