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000ceanus · 1 year

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Part 1: at my dads' cafe

When you write a song...for who?

<-previous—next->

Series Masterlist—Main Masterlist

Pairing: Liu Yangyang x reader, Lee Haechan x reader

Summary: NCIT famous Soundcloud artist (y/n) releases a love song with lyrics that make them seem downbad for the receiver. But for whom did you write it?

Genre/s: Fluff, good old love triangle, either best friends to lovers or strangers to lovers

A/N: tweets are read bottom-up

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bunchofroses07 · 4 months

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he's makin' a list, he's checkin' it twice, he's gonna find out who's naughty and nice!

a scrumptious merry christmas to @maneated!!!!

#u get santa clause is coming to town because you are on the naughty list probably #haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #dongyuck #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #nct moodboard #neo culture technology #kpop #kpop bg #nct mb #kpop mb #kpop moodboard #christmas #aesthetic

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midyiderit · 1 month

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Stray Kids Fic Recomendations

I didn't write any of these. I just like them. I'm also a Chan bias, so it's a lot Chan.

Part 2

Key:

Fluff ☁️

Angst ⛈️

Mature 🌹

Smut 🔥

Comfort 🫂

Reverse Comfort 🔁🫂

Idol 🎤

Dynamics:

Strangers 💛

Best Friends 🩵

Strangers to Lovers 🧡

Friends to Lovers 💜

Exs to Lovers ❤️‍🩹

Established Relationship ❤️

Lovers to Exs 💔

Reactions:

☁️🫂 You Have Insomnia by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️ When You Don't Use Thier Card by @cheeseceli ❤️

☁️ When You Aren't Affected By Nightmares by @justsomefluff ❤️

☁️🫂 They Put Their Jacket On Your Lap When You're Uncomfortable ❤️ by @softstraykidshours

☁️ They Find You Alseep Cuddling Their SKZoo by @blue-jisungs ❤️

☁️🎤 9th Member!Reader Shows Their Abs on Stage by @mazeinthemiroh 🩵

☁️🌹 They Refuse to Take Your Virginity When You're Drunk by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️🌹 They Find Out You Prefer to Sleep Naked by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️ When Their S/O is a Stylist by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️🎤 When Their S/O is an Idol by @mazeinthemiroh ❤️

☁️ They Introduce Their S/O to the Rest of SKZ by @liknws ❤️

🔥 When Their Dick Doesn't Fit by @spiceofvy ❤️

☁️ When They're Falling for their Best Friend by @skzshortcake 🩵

☁️🎤 When They Meet Their Idol Crush For the First Time by @localminstrel 💛

☁️ Fighting Over the Bill by @cheeseceli ❤️

☁️🎤 You Choose Them as Your Ideal Type by @dongyucks 🩵

☁️ They Find a Kiss Mark on Their SKZoo by @cheeseceli ❤️

Fake Texts

☁️ SKZ as Dads by @skzfairyyyf8te ❤️

☁️ Simping Over a Hot Photo of Them by @bloomingbutterflysworld 🩵

☁️ Princess Treatment With SKZ by @wegc ❤️

🫂 They Know You're Not as Tough as You Act (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) (Part 2) by @charmerchannie ❤️

☁️ They Know You're Dating Another Memeber by @bloomingbutterflysworld 🩵

☁️ Accidentally Gushing Over Their Trailer Pics to Them by @emithecharmer 💜

☁️ Messing With Their SKZoo by @ilovemesomeshortking ❤️

☁️ SKZoo Texts (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @chvnmax ❤️

🌹 They Find Out You Read FanFics About Them by @snowyquokka 💜

🌹 They Wake Up Alone After Your First Night Together by @imagine-a-life-like-this ❤️

🫂 They Convince You to Take a Break by @imagine-a-life-like-this ❤️

🌹 You Accidentally Confess to Them (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @snowyquokka 💜

🌹 Accidentally Gushing to Them About How They Look Bareface (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @bluejutdae 💜

☁️ They Accidentally Confess to You (Hyung Line) (Maknae Line) by @stayteezdreams 💜

☁️ Accidentally Confessing to Them by @soonyoungblr 💜

☁️You Steal Their SKZoo by @hyunedew ❤️

Individual Memebers

Bang Chan

☁️ Missing Wolf by @baby-yongbok ❤️

⛈️🫂 Start Over by @skzstannie ❤️‍🩹

🔁🫂 Picture Perfect by @bchan95 ❤️

🌹☁️🎤 Don't Touch by @prettiestboyev ❤️

☁️🔥 Let Me In Your Ocean by @skzms 💜

☁️ Secretly Dating Chan by @charmerchannie ❤️

Lee Know (Minho)

🔁🫂 Cold by @jinhyun ❤️

☁️ Finding Minho's Missing Cat by @charmerchannie 🧡

Seo Changbin

☁️ Changbin "Subtly" Pines Over You by @lixie-phoria 🩵

Hwang Hyunjin

⛈️ The Other Woman by @slutforleeminho 💔

☁️ Drunk Confessing to Hyunjin (Part 2) by @jinhyun 💜

Han Jisung

☁️🔥 Catfish...? by @seungminheart 🧡

Lee Felix

☁️ Subtext by @forlix 🩵

☁️ Suprising Felix on His Birthday by @stayteezdreams ❤️

Yang Jeongin (I.N.)

☁️ I.N. "Subtly" Pines Over You by @lixie-phoria 🩵

Multi

🔥 Loser Has To Share [OT8] by @luvyeni 🩵

☁️ Threatening Their SKZoo [Chan, Felix, and Minho] by @secretsecretbunny ❤️

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haechansdoll · 9 months

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breakfast in a hurry - lhc x reader

Pairing : Lee Dongyuck x f!Reader

Description: hyuck eats you for breakfast..

Warnings : rough sex, kitchen sex

You watch coffee drip into the pot of the coffeemaker and nearly jump out of your skin when Haechan sneaks up and wraps his arms around you from behind.

“Hyuck” you scold.

“Sorry…” He offers, nuzzling into your neck.

“Are you leaving?” you assume, as he's fully dressed.

“Soon” he replies. You’re surprised at his hardening cock pressed against your ass, slotted between your cheeks. He plants little kisses on your neck and over your shoulder.“What are you doing?” You say, wrapping your arms over his, keening into his touch.“You know what I'm doing,” he whispers, slipping a hand under the hem of your panties and working fingers on you. “You don't have time for that,” you scold, knees buckling together at his touch. He should’ve left already if he’s going to be on time.“You overestimate me, ” he jokes, turning your body to face him.

He presses his lips to yours, hungrily driving his tongue inside for a moment before pulling your panties down from underneath your oversized t-shirt and sinking to his knees.He hurriedly pushes your legs apart to lap at your folds, wet you with his saliva and pushes fingers inside. You brace yourself on the counter behind you. He’s brief and returns to his feet.He's pulling his cock out of his pants while he guides you to the kitchen table, pushing at the small of your back so you lean on your hands at the edge.He lines his cock up behind you and pushes inside, heading a heavy pace right away and gripping at your hips. The table squeaks and wobbles beneath you, but you and Haechan have put it through worse.

He places a hand on your abdomen, sliding down to your clit. Your body is warm and plenty caught up now, enjoying the slide of his fingers at your wet core for a while before he removes his hand to push between your shoulders. Now, your face is flush with the top of the familiar old table.He hikes one of your legs on a nearby chair to get impossibly deeper, plowing into you with heavy grunts and groans. His balls slap against your skin while the table cries for mercy beneath you.

The intensity and depth of his thrust makes you shriek and grip at the tabletop while he pounds himself inside, using you in the most welcome way. He thrusts inside a final time, filling your pussy.Come splatters to the chair when he pulls out of you and he gives your pussy a light tap of his hand before peeling you off the table and settling you to the chair by your shoulders.He rezips himself into his pants and returns to the kitchen counter, sealing a travel mug of coffee before kissing you goodbye and heading out the door.

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cinnajun · 2 years

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: sun and moon | lhc

summary | your childhood best friend, donghyuck, claims he loves you. given his other friends and who he is as a person, you don’t believe him.

genre | lee haechan x fem!reader, high school seniors! au, childhood best friends to lovers, angst, fluff at the end, hyuck + the rest of 7dream are canonical assholes

warnings | high school parties (i.e. underage drinking)

wc | 6.1k

a/n: got a little carried away w this one, so thanks to the anon who requested it! anywho, i listened to tek it by cafune on repeat while writing this, so if u want a song rec ^^ imagine black haired glimo hc for this one <33 (p.s., if you want to play the game reader describes, this is the link) (p.p.s ignore their high school classes this is fanfic logic)

ft. sungchan, loona’s gowon, le sserafim’s chaewon

IT’S A SATURDAY AFTERNOON, and Donghyuck is laying down on your bed, watching you play whatever stupid video game you were infatuated with now. He didn’t come over often, not since your first year, so there was a slight bit of awkwardness between you two.

Nevertheless, you allow him to lay there, dressed in the tacky cool-guy getup that he seemed to love so much.

Outside, rain poured, and you knew that was the chief reason he was in your bedroom right now. If there wasn’t a flash flood warning, he’d be out and about with Mark Lee, Na Jaemin, and the rest of them, ruining people’s days left and right for the fun of it.

You wanted to consider Donghyuck to be your best friend, still. Given who he was now, the reputation he harbored, and the lack of time spent with one another, you didn’t feel like he was.

“I don’t understand the game,” he said, catching your attention fairly easily. You turned your head, giving him a dirty look for interrupting your flow. “You just look like you’re putting lines and boxes on a screen, but there’s a score.”

“You’re supposed to make paths. You close them off with the little dots,” you mumbled, turning back to your screen. The sound of Donghyuck sliding off your bed and kneel-walking to your side filled your ears but was mostly drowned out by the rain and the sound of the music coming through your speakers.

He stopped his kneel-walk adjacent to you, squinting at the screen. You didn’t slow down or try to explain your moves, simply placing each piece you were given in a way that most made sense.

“I seriously don’t get it. Is there a strategy to this?”

“No.”

“So you just…play for fun?”

“U-huh.”

“Man,” he mumbled, leaning his chin on the edge of your desk. You continued playing, clicking your shapes around into places they most fit, ignoring the way Dongyuck seemed to stare at you, now, rather than the game. “Who’ve you been hanging out with, these days?”

That question struck a chord. Briefly, you remembered the week-and-a-half where you stuck to Donghyuck as he began growing close with his current friends, and how left out you felt through the whole experience. It was, quite possibly, the worst week of your life.

“Sungchan from the grade below, Chaewon, and Gowon,” you replied, wondering if he’d even know who they were. From the way he didn’t respond, you assumed he didn’t, which hurt a little bit. “Uh, Chaewon is—”

“The girl with the short hair. Yeah, Renjun had a bit of a thing for her a while ago,” he cut you off with some unprompted information, which shocked you. If you remembered correctly, Chaewon had a massive crush on him for about a year; the new information made you wonder if he’d pursued her and dropped her the moment he’d found a better target.

“Really? Huh,” you hummed, glancing down at him. You made eye contact for a split second, but you broke it off the moment you realized how intense his stare was.

“So, how do you play this game?”

A small sigh escaped your lips, short in duration yet heavy in weight. You pointed at one of the boxes on the screen, turning to him once again. “You want to put the little circles in the boxes. Using the ‘X’ shapes, parallel lines, and the single lines, you want to connect all the boxes together to make paths. You put the little circles on the end of empty lines, too. You get points depending on how many circles you put in the boxes and how many circled-off paths you make.”

“Yeah, that makes absolutely no sense,” he scoffed. You were glad his attention was on the screen again. A bright flash of light broke through your bedroom windows, followed by a floor-shaking boom shortly thereafter. “You were always smarter than I was.”

“Not a chance. You just never tried hard enough.”

Silence fell between you two, and the only noise in the room turned into soft clicks and the droning of your music. It was nice being able to pretend like he wasn’t there, although you couldn’t help but wonder when you started feeling so…averse towards him. Maybe it was a product of the leftover hurt of his abandonment last year, or maybe it was because of how different his presence was.

When you were little, your mom always called him the sun and you the moon. He was bright and happy, always dressed in vibrant colors and ready to stand up for you whenever anyone did or said anything mean. He loved it when you and your mom took him to the beach, in the same way you loved it when he and his mom took you up into the countryside.

You were opposites as a kid, in the way that you were puzzle pieces that easily fit together. At some point, though, other pieces were added to that puzzle, and you both were torn apart by pieces that just fit better.

“[First]! Donghyuck!” Your mom called, her voice barely comprehensible above the pouring rain and the music. “Dinner!”

You picked up your phone, paused the music, and unplugged your phone from its charger. But, before you could stand up, Donghyuck put a hand on your knee, sending a shiver down your spine. You gave him a look, mentally saying “what the hell?” but he quickly explained himself.

“Can we talk? Just for a second.”

You gave him another look but complied. “One second, Mom!” you yelled, hoping she heard. “Just finishing up a game!”

He pushed himself off the floor, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. You spun around in your desk chair, pulling your knees up to your chest and chewing on the inside of your cheek. He cleared his throat as if he was nervous, which would be surprising given his personality.

You never thought you’d see the day when both you and Donghyuck were nervous to talk to each other.

“You don’t hate me or anything, right?”

You wished you knew the answer to that.

“What? No,” you replied, shaking your head. “Why would I hate you? We just grew apart, it’s not the end of the world. It was bound to happen.”

“Yeah, well,” he mumbled, looking off to the side. There was a pause in his sentence, then he cleared his throat again. “I’m in love with you.”

The whole room seemed to freeze over. You were utterly speechless.

“Pardon?”

“I love you. A lot. Like, love you.”

Letting your mind move faster than your mouth, you replied faster than you would’ve wanted to.

“No, you don’t.”

That seemed to stun him, as his eyes widened and his lips parted ever-so-slightly. You watched as hurt filled his expression, but you couldn’t help but stick with your response. He didn’t move to say anything else, so you stood up, stretching your arms into the air.

“Look, we’re friends and all, but you don’t love me, Hyuck. You can’t love someone when you barely know them.”

Saying that probably hurt you more than it hurt him, but you stood by it nonetheless. “How do I barely know you?” he asked, standing and walking to block your path. “Did I imagine the past fifteen years or something? I practically know everything there is to know about you.”

“I’m not sixteen anymore, dude. We’re practically eighteen. The last time we talked frequently was the end of our first year,” you said, crossing your arms. “If you told me you were in love with me back then, I might’ve believed you. But, as things stand right now, you are not.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” he replied, frowning at you. “A year isn’t going to change everything about you, [First]. I knew you were weird about this, but that’s—that’s just ridiculous. Don’t you realize how ridiculous that is?”

“It’s not very ridiculous when I spent three months wondering if we were even friends anymore. You realize it took you three months to even text me back? You ignored me, pretended like I wasn’t there, and now you expect me to think you’re in love with me? Give me a break.”

“Maybe I ignored you because I was trying to get rid of the part of me that was hopelessly in love with you because I didn’t want to destroy the decade and a half of friendship we’ve built. Ever consider that? I bet not because you’re always so goddamn unreasonable with this. God forbid anyone gets too close, huh? God forbid the one person who knows you best get too close.”

“I let you get close, Donghyuck,” you spat, narrowing your eyes. “I put my whole trust into you, my entire life was you. I was nothing if not yours, and then you threw me to the curb the moment you found better people. I’m not upset about that, it was bound to happen, but—”

“But what?”

“But you didn’t even apologize.”

He scoffed at that, crossing his arms. “Oh my god, it’s not like I told you to fuck off and never talk to me again, did I? Back then even looking at you was difficult, but, for the entire three months, my friends—who you so vehemently hate—kept telling me to reach out. I thought that if you disappeared, if I pretended like I never let my feelings go that far, things would go back to normal, but they didn’t. They still haven’t.”

“Why now, then? Why now, after I already decided that our friendship was pretty much over, huh? Why did you wait? Why not after those three months? Why not any time other than now?”

You side-stepped past him, opening the door to your bedroom and approaching the stairwell. You didn’t hear him follow, but you didn’t care to look back or check what he was doing. Instead, you ran downstairs, cringing when your mom’s face turned into one of confusion.

“Where’s Donghyuck, sweetie?”

“He’ll be down in a second,” you said nonchalantly, assuming your normal seat at the dinner table. “He just needed to deal with something quickly.”

The summer sun beamed down on you and your friends, and you lamented the lack of clouds, or really anything, blocking the sun. You sometimes wondered why you and your friends had decided to eat lunch at the very corner of the school’s soccer field, but, when the weird time between summer and autumn hit, you were sure to remember.

“It’s so god damn hot,” Sungchan panted, flopping onto the grass. The green seemed to cradle him in a way that made him look a bit majestic, even with your ugly uniforms. Chaewon hummed in agreement, shoveling noodles in her mouth; she, like you, always brought lunch from home.

“Where’s Gowon?” you asked, glancing down at him. He put a hand over his eyes, covering the painful gaze of the sun. “Did you see her in the lunch line?”

“She’s not walking over yet?” Sungchan asked, turning his head towards you. Chaewon waved away a fly that was getting too close to his uncovered lunch, mumbling something about how bugs in the summer were always so terrible. “She wasn’t too far behind me in line. I dunno where she would’ve gone.”

“Hm.”

You scanned the field, looking for any sign of her, but she was nowhere to be found. Chaewon turned her whole torso around to look as well, looking for any sign of her. “She might’ve gotten caught up with somebody. I’ll go check, just to make sure.”

She hopped up from the grass, running in the direction of the building’s doors. You looked at Sungchan, who didn’t move at all. “Dude, P.E. wrecked me today. I can barely feel my legs.”

“You wouldn’t have to take P.E. if you had taken a music course.”

“Oh, shut up, not everybody is as perfect and lovely as you, [First],” he huffed, pushing himself off the grass. You reached out and brushed a blade of grass out of his hair, but he didn’t thank you for the gesture at all. “You’re quiet today. Is everything good?”

No, my childhood best friend, who I didn’t think even liked me as a friend anymore, confessed his love for me, you thought.

“Yeah, just a bit tired. We had a big English test today.”

“Gross,” he replied, finally picking up his tray and beginning to eat. “Man, I can’t imagine having to start preparing for my CSATs. Do you ever go home?”

“I don’t study often. I’m gonna study enough to get into a college and get a degree.” You shrugged, taking a bite out of the fruit sandwich your mom had made you after you woke up incredibly late. Suddenly, in the distance, the doors to the school building burst open, revealing Chaewon, who was dragging Gowon behind her. Gowon barely had a steady handle on her lunch tray, keeping it balanced enough that it wouldn’t spill everywhere as they ran.

“Jesus,” Sungchan muttered, taking a bite of whatever they served for lunch that day.

Gowon and Chaewon made it to you both at record speeds, with Chaewon practically sliding into her previous sitting spot. “Dude,” she began, huffing and puffing from the running she did. Gowon practically crumbled onto the floor, taking three big swigs from her water bottle. “What in the world happened between you and Donghyuck?”

“What?”

“I found Gowon, like, surrounded by his little gang as he talked to her. She looked like she was going to faint, but he pretty clearly asked where you were,” she giggled, reaching out and slapping your shoulder. “So? What is it?”

“He told me he was in love with me yesterday.”

Chaewon practically shrieked with joy, to the point where it almost made you feel bad for the outcome of his stark leap. “And? And?”

“I told him that he didn’t love me and that he doesn’t know me very well anymore.”

Gowon choked on her water, covering her mouth and trying not to spit it all out. Instead, she just coughed to the side, barely able to swallow it all down. Sungchan stared at you in complete shock, and Chaewon’s excited face morphed into a sad and confused one.

“Excuse me?” Gowon breathed out. “You what? You, [First] [Last], known for your compassion and kindness, said what?”

“I mean, he doesn’t love me. He loves who he knew a year ago, when we were still attached at the hip and he still wore that stupid yellow bomber jacket that I bought him in middle school,” you sighed, taking another bite of the sandwich. “I’m not—I’m not the same, you know? I like different things, I do different things, and I hang out with different people. He’s not the same either. It wouldn’t…it just wouldn’t work.”

“Bullshit.” Sungchan laughed dryly, giving you a sour look. “You can’t just say that to someone confessing their love to you, no matter how well you know them. I mean, imagine if you worked up the courage to confess to someone and they immediately invalidated your feelings?”

“It’s not like I don’t know that my approach was bad, but it’s the truth. We just aren’t compatible as we are now.”

“But…but weren’t you two…? I mean don’t you still hang out?” Chaewon asked, frowning.

“When he can’t make it to his other friends, yes. Snow days, the flash flood yesterday, when we had that huge dry lightning storm and the power went out. I’m his backup entertainment, and, even when we do hang out, we usually just watch movies in silence or do our own things.”

“I agree with [First].” Gowon nodded, her voice hoarse from the coughing fit she just escaped. “She has a point. I mean, you guys remember what he was like first year…nothing like he is now, y’know?”

“But it was mean to do that,” Chaewon argued, crossing her arms. “You can’t just say stuff like that. You need to apologize, [First].”

“I’ll apologize when I feel like I need to. For now,” you paused, taking a final bite of your sandwich. “I am not going to talk to him about it.”

“[First], don’t be an asshole,” Sungchan replied.

“Oh, I’m the asshole? Shall I recount when he left me in the dust last year? Or when he forgot my birthday and skipped out on my birthday dinner, which both of his parents attended, because he was going to Incheon with Na Jaemin and Lee Jeno? Or when he blew me off every single time I tried to keep our friendship going?” you scoffed, turning towards him. Gowon, who’d been the first person to befriend you after you lost Donghyuck, kept quiet, but she placed a hand on your shoulder in support. “I don’t owe him anything for being a dick, and then deciding he wants to date me. It’s a miracle I even keep him around.”

Chaewon frowned, laying off, but Sungchan didn’t seem to like your answer. Instead, he picked up his tray, pushed himself off the ground, and began a tantrum-ish march to the school building. Nobody tried to stop him.

“I didn’t know,” Chaewon muttered, twiddling her thumbs. “Sorry.”

“No harm, no foul,” you hummed, packing up your lunch box. “Sungchan’ll get over himself.”

Once again, rain poured outside, trapping you and your classmates in your classroom while everyone waited for the principal to announce it was safe to leave. For the most part, it was quiet, with mostly everybody parked at their desk and studying or napping. You were watching some random Japanese drama from 2008, laying your head on a quasi-pillow (your bunched-up sweater) that rested on your desk.

Everyone was tired. Of course they were, as it was a Thursday, and nobody wanted to be at school past 4 pm on a Thursday.

The sound of the classroom door being thrown open seemed to grab everyone's attention. You glanced up, cringing when you saw who was invading your peaceful, little classroom. They instantly caused everyone (who was awake, that is) to start whispering back and forth as if the visitors were the president and his men.

You were lamenting the fact that the boy who sat in front of you wasn't at school today.

Donghyuck pulled the chair in front of you closer to your desk, taking a seat so that he’d be facing you rather than the chalkboard. You didn’t move, trying to focus on the subtitles of your new show. But, it seemed he wasn’t very deterred by your current activity, as he easily plucked your earbud from your ear.

Sighing, you paused your show, pushing yourself up from the uncomfortable position. Your back creaked as you did, causing a few sharp pains to travel up your spine.

“Did you need to bring your entire posse with you? you mumbled suppressing a yawn. He shrugged, leaning his elbow on your desk and putting his head in his hands.

“My birthday’s tomorrow,” he said, glancing down at your little setup before looking back up at you. “I’m having a party tonight, though. I’d like for you to come.”

Last year, you missed his birthday party, simply dropping off a gift with his mother before it began. You remember looking out your window, staring at the lights protruding from his house at the end of the street, the kids in the front yard, and the cars parked down the street. The neighborhood you lived in was a nice one—your house was one your mom inherited, which was the only reason you lived somewhere that nice—so houses were spread out to the point where he could get away with a party.

Plus, neither his mom nor his dad seemed to care what was happening. After you dropped the gift off, you watched them drive off together, and they didn’t seem to return until the next Sunday.

You remember thinking how much you would hate to go to a party like that.

“I’m not really into stuff like that,” you replied. “I’ll drop off your gift again and say hi, or something, but I’d rather not go to a party.”

“What if I said you could lock yourself in my room and hang out there the entire time?”

You scrunched your nose up, thinking about what your mom would do if she saw the party happening again while you lazed around in your bedroom. “No studying, no partying, just useless,” she’d tell you, pinching your cheek. “At least do something.”

“I guess,” you mumbled, looking around to see everybody staring at you. In the doorway stood Huang Renjun and Zhong Chenle, both watching you converse a little too intently.

At your response, a warm smile blossomed on Donghyuck’s face. “Great. See you tonight.”

He pushed himself up from the chair, leaving it where it was rather than tucking it in. He shoved his hands into his pockets, pushing past Renjun and Chenle, who stayed and stared at you for a second more. Chenle said something, but you couldn’t hear what it was; after that, he walked off, Renjun following.

You laid your head back down, putting your earbud back in your ear, but you didn’t go to play your drama. Instead, you sat there, staring at the rain pour, slamming into the window faster than you’d ever seen it go.

You hoped he’d leave you alone after this. Getting over the loss of the person you spent nearly your whole childhood with would be difficult, but you’d muscle through it—you always did.

Chaewon and Gowon sat on your couch, watching you fail at wrapping the gift you’d prepared for Donghyuck. They were dressed casually for the event so that you didn’t feel out of place as you walked in and beelined for the upstairs.

“So, you’re…regifting him something?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, ripping tape out of the dispenser. “It’s a little keychain he got me two years ago, along with a ring I put on a chain. He likes necklaces…I think. It’ll be a good way to say, ‘let’s not see each other for a while,’ you know?”

You ignored the tugging at your heart and the way your throat seemed to close at the thought, focusing on how best to wrap the small box in a way that didn’t look ugly. Because of your intense focus, you were lost on the way Chaewon and Gowon looked at each other as if they somehow picked up on the way you were feeling.

“You’re sure there’s no way you could be in love with him too, right?” Chaewon suddenly asked, causing you to perk up. You furrowed your brows at that, your heart lurching in your chest at the question. It made you nervous.

“What? No.” You shook your head, placing a final piece of tape on the gift. You held it up and examined the poor wrapping job you did, frowning at it. For a temporary-last gift, it sucked. “Not a chance.”

“Should we go then? It’s 8, we’re already an hour late.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, standing up with the box. “Now or never, I guess. Have you heard from Sungchan?”

“He’s probably there already. Heard he’s friends with Zhong Chenle and never told us,” Gowon said. You looked at her, eyes widened.

“Really? I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Yeah, well, now’s the time for learning, I guess,” she said. The three of you approached the door, slipping on shoes and putting on jackets. The moment you opened the door, you were hit with a blast of wet, hot air.

“I hate summer,” you mumbled, stepping outside. Your friends followed, and, together, you made the small trek to Donghyuck’s house. It was surrounded by cars and kids, and the sound of loud music accompanied by bright lighting filled the air. You were glad you didn’t live in a packed area, because, if you did, you were sure this would’ve gone a lot worse.

You pushed past all the already-drunk people outside, grabbing onto Chaewon’s hand for support. “This doesn’t look like a gift-giving party,” you whispered, to which Chaewon rolled her eyes, squeezing your hand.

“And you’re close to him, so you’re expected to get a gift.”

Gowon opened the door and, instantly, you were hit with the scent of alcohol and sweat, which wasn’t pleasant at all. Donghyuck’s house, having been renovated when you were kids, was the perfect location for a party like this one, with people roaming about and searching for something to do. The music drowned out anything you could hear, so you hoped Gowon would follow as you moved ahead, slipping past several people you knew (and, many people you didn’t).

The stairwell wasn’t far from the door, and you made it easily. Jaemin and Mark were lingering near it, seemingly making sure nobody tried to sneak up there and potentially steal something. You nodded your head at Jaemin the moment you made eye contact, but he didn’t step out of the way.

“I can take the gift,” he half-yelled, holding his hand out. Despite the volume of his voice, you could barely hear him and were a bit confused when he took the box out of your hands. You leaned closer to hear him, but you halfway wished you hadn’t. “Only you’re allowed up.”

You lurched back, looking at Chaewon and Gowon, who both nodded at you reassuringly. Chaewon released your hand, giving you a small smile before linking arms with Gowon. You sighed, running up the stairs as fast as you could. As promised, it was much quieter upstairs—as quiet as it could be given the surroundings—and much emptier. The upstairs looked just as you remembered it looking, with the only difference being a couple of newer pictures placed along the walls.

This felt like your childhood. A bit of nostalgia squeezed your heart as you walked down the hall, staring at pictures of the Lee family that you knew so well. Donghyuck’s parents were beautiful—unsurprising given how beautiful their son was—and that was made known by their wedding pictures, which sat framed at the edge of the hall.

You approached them, examining the bundles of photos they had put up. You remembered the several times you, as a small kid, told Donghyuck’s mother how you wanted to look just like her when she got married, with her gorgeous white gown and veil.

How ironic.

You turned the corner, approaching the final door in that section of the corridor. It was closed, and a small “do not enter!” sign was plastered on it. You blatantly ignored the directions, turning the knob and pushing inside.

His room looked different from the last time you were here.

It was darker, more mature, with more posters and less empty wall space. It looked like the teenage boy's room you’d see on a TV show, especially with the fancy computer and three monitors he had sitting on the desk. You shut the door behind you—it was kind of shocking how his room blocked out all the sound from downstairs—looking around at all he had up.

On his dresser were a few framed pictures, all of which were pictures of you two. The first one was one when you were little, two kids smiling on a playground with no worries in the world, dressed in matching sun and moon outfits. Then, there was a picture of you two at a class performance you had to do in second grade, dressed in tacky outfits that your parents had made together.

The third was a picture of you two in middle school, dressed in your uniforms roaming Lotte World, eating ice cream and laughing at whatever joke was shared between you two. You look back on that day fondly, remembering how much fun you’d had. That was where Donghyuck had gotten the keychain you were gifting back to him.

The final picture was one from your first year of high school. This one was much more robotic than the rest, both of you smiling for the picture and not just to smile. You stood far apart from each other, holding onto your school bags and looking mildly uncomfortable. Your hair was messy from a long day, and there were prevalent bags under Donghyuck’s eyes.

He looked unhappy, in a way. So did you.

Sighing, you approached his bed, taking a seat on the floor and leaning your back against it. You slid your phone from your jacket pocket, scrolling through various notifications you had. Most were from Chaewon, who was using her phone to have her and Gowon communicate with you.

“On an adventure to find a bathroom and lock ourselves insides,” read the first one, along with a couple of random emojis she tacked on.

“Sungchan is all up close and personal with some of Donghyuck’s posse. Who’d have thought they were friends when he’s such a loser lol.”

And, finally, a “Hiding in a non-crowded corner!! Only one bathroom was open, but we will survive by people watching!!”

You typed back a swift response, confirming you were in Donghyuck’s bedroom and feeling quite tired. If you had to guess, this night would end without you seeing Donghyuck at all, and you’d fall asleep on his bedroom floor, only to be woken up by Gowon and Chaewon, who’d snuck upstairs after everyone passed out drunk.

“Gowon here, and I think Donghyuck opened your gift. He doesn’t look pleased, I think. Storming towards the stairs. Fighting!”

Okay, so maybe you spoke too soon. You looked towards the door, wondering what he would have to say to you about it; maybe he’d reject it, giving it back to you and telling you to fuck off, or maybe he’d be reasonable about it, let you talk through things.

Considering the way the door opened, you assumed it to be the former.

Donghyuck practically slammed the door shut behind him, holding up the small white box that you’d put the ring-necklace and keychain in. He stared at you for a second, and you stared back, waiting for him to say something.

“What is this?”

You shrugged, looking at the box. “The sun keychain you got me a few years ago and—”

“The ring you liked to wear all the time in middle school. Yes, I know, I’m aware, but that’s not what I meant.”

You knew what he meant, but you didn’t want to. “Okay, then what did you mean?”

He narrowed his eyes, dropping to the floor in front of you. He stared at you, trying to gauge what exactly you were trying to accomplish by acting clueless. “Why are you giving it back?”

“Because I feel like we need to separate for a bit longer. Like, actually separate this time. Not the not-see-each-other-for-three-weeks routine anymore. A few months without being sun and moon, and just being two different people.”

He put the box down, crossing his legs. Donghyuck didn’t say anything, assuming the same hurt face he had when you told him he didn’t love you. “This is exactly why I never wanted to tell you,” he finally said, letting his head drop to the floor. “One chance your perfect bubble is disrupted and you’ll freak out and shut down.”

Your mouth dropped open, and you were a bit shocked at his response. You had nothing to say, nothing to defend yourself with other than the pitiful look you gave.

“But I’m going to say no to that, [First]. You can’t run every single time something doesn’t go your way. So we either figure this out right here and now, or I don’t think we’ll make it much farther as friends.”

You didn’t want to lose your friendship with him. He was the closest thing to you, the closest person to your secrets, the closest person to your happiness. You were okay with a break for a few months, maybe more, but you did not want to unfriend him for forever.

The way your heart hurt, the way your head spun, the way you found it hard to look him in the eyes and say “but we need this” was taking a toll on you. And, as you went through the motions, a little voice in your head began to say “Maybe you are in love with him, just a little bit. Maybe you have been for a while.”

“I’m sorry for ghosting you last year,” he continued, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I didn’t consider how you would feel and put myself first. I ejected you from a big change in my life, and I just assumed you’d be there to come back to after it was all said and done. You didn’t deserve it.”

You bit your lip in an attempt to keep your emotions squared off and invisible. Even hearing the apology made you want to fall apart, after waiting so long to hear anything of the sort. You remembered how lost you felt without him around, how hurt you felt when you sent text after text and yielded no response.

“Okay, I forgive you.”

It was short, but it got the point across without you bursting into tears at Lee Donghyuck actually apologizing to you. He took another deep breath, closing his hands into a fist.

“One more time, then. [First], I am in love with you.”

You sharply inhaled, looking down at the floor. “Okay. I could be, too. Maybe a little bit.”

It went silent between you, and you refused to look up from the ground. Gently, you reached out and began tracing little drawings on the floor, ones that you visualized in your mind. Saturn, the moon, the stars, the sun, you and Donghyuck, in constant orbit with each other, up in a boundless space you would never reach.

Suddenly, he got onto his knees, causing you to look up. Faster than you would’ve imagined, he shuffled over to you, encasing your face with his hands and pulling you into a soft yet heavy kiss. It left you stunned, but you didn’t seem to mind it that much.

Like the sun, Donghtuck was warm, from the way his hands managed to warm up your already burning cheeks or the way he practically emulated heat, as you felt from the close contact. He tasted like sour lemonade, perfect for a hot, summer day that had you trapped outside for the majority of the day. In a way, he was summer, carefree and bright, ready to ditch all responsibility and run off into the sunset.

When he pulled away from you, he seemed a bit embarrassed, sitting back on his feet and looking off to the side. “Sorry,” he mumbled, clearing his throat. “I didn’t ask if I could do that. Sorry.”

“I…didn’t mind too much,” you responded, looking down at the floor for the white box that held the keychain and the ring necklace. You opened it, picking up the chain and sliding the ring off it. You grabbed his hand, hoping it would at least fit on his pinky (which it did, thankfully). “Happy birthday.”

He looked down, a small scoff escaping his lips. “What, are you proposing? It hasn’t even been a minute, I mean, are you that obsessed with me?”

“Oh, yeah, For sure.” You rolled your eyes, dropping his hand so you could leave a small punch on his shoulder. “Let’s date, Lee Donghyuck.”

He repeated your idea with a high-pitched, mocking voice, and you could tell he was incredibly embarrassed. It made you giggle, and flick his forehead, to which he lurched back and gave you an incredulous look.

“Get over yourself.”

“If I do, will you take the keychain back?”

“Oh, shut up, loser.”

thank you for reading!

#cinna.nct #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct dream scenario #nct dream imagine #nct 127 x reader #haechan x reader #lee haechan x reader #donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck x reader #nct dream au #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct angst #nct scenarios #req

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kaesficrecarchive · 6 months

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nct dream rarepair masterpost

jaemin x chenle

Casualty of his dreams by rocketlele (1/1 | 9,088 | M)

School is cancelled and single dad Jaemin needs to find someone to take care of his daughter. The only solution being his neighbour, 23 year old Chenle who owns the local tattoo studio and has a crush on the man stood at his door asking for the favour. Cue, bring your neighbours kid to work day.

two-part trust fall by shuijing (1/1 | 65,000 | E)

"So which one is it? Which half of the old married couple?" Chenle asks, shoving a huge piece of pancake into his mouth.

"Which one is what?" Jaemin says, and sips his coffee.

"Which one are you in love with?" Chenle says, and upon seeing the face Jaemin instinctively makes, dumps more salt on the wound. "Don't give me that look. I know when the person I'm hooking up with is thinking of someone else. It's gotta be one of them. So, Mark or Renjun?"

"Neither," Jaemin finally says, though five years ago the answer would have been different. This coffee is too cold—sharply so—for 8am. "Jeno. Jisung's... boyfriend."

Chenle's eyebrows raise together with another forkful of pancake. "Huh," he says. "Not so predictable, then."

jeno x mark

Google: I Think I'm a Pervert by deluluenjenie (Jenaurasaurus) (1/1 | 21,363 | E)

> Google: Can you break up with your dog?

Search Results: What happens to dogs when you break up?

“They could withdraw,” he says, “or it can make them nervous — pacing around, whining, becoming destructive where they hadn't been before.”

It's easy to see it as sadness over the breakup itself, but really, he says, it's a reaction to the change in ambience…

(Life changes after the hypnosis is lifted. Mark... copes.)

renjun x jisung

Perfect by subak_jumokbap (1/1 | 32,940 | T)

“We don’t like each other like that,” Renjun reminds him.

Mark raises an eyebrow challengingly. “You think he’s cute.”

“And hot,” Donghyuck adds.

“Ignoring all of that,” Renjun says flatly, not wanting to give his friends more things to tease him about. He should be allowed at least a tiny piece of pride to hold on to. He shrugs. “We’re just roommates who get along well, that’s all. It’s not unheard of.”

Both Mark and Donghyuck scoff. Renjun doesn’t appreciate it at all.

jaemin x donghyuck

blurry now, but i meant it then by wildnothings (1/1 | 14,465 | M)

When Donghyuck walks into the room, Jaemin realizes he’d sooner face an excruciating death than attempt to start a conversation with his ex-boyfriend. He imagines it would go something like this: Hi. There’s a bunch of power hungry aliens trying to destroy the world as we know it. Red is a good color on you. Is that a new jacket? Also, I think I’m still in love with you.

jeno x dongyuck

but you come over at night, and we practice all the breathing by onceuponalazy (1/1 | 23,817 | E)

Jeno just looks ordinary. His dark blue hair slowly fading back to black as it grows out, wearing athletic shorts and an oversized hoodie that he pulls up and over his head. He’s barefoot, barefaced, with his smile lines on full display. He has surprisingly bony knees. Donghyuck can see the outline of his dick in his shorts. His heart is racing just looking at him. Oh, he’s so fucked.

mark x renjun

fell for your idea of love by renbrulee (1/1 | 26,267 | M)

"Don't you find it ironic?" "What?" "In every other universe Mark Lee has a Renjun Huang, Renjun Huang has a Mark Lee." Renjun lifts his head to meet Mark’s eyes. "Why were we the exception? Why did you and I have to lose ours?" Or Spidermen Mark and Renjun, in every other universe are meant to be together but their own.

#jaemle fic rec #markno fic rec #rensung fic rec #nahyuck fic rec #nohyuck fic rec #markren fic rec #nct dream #masterlist #kae's fic rec #nct dreaml fic rec #jaemin x chenle #mark x jeno #renjun x jisung #jaemin x donghyuck #jeno x donghyuck #jaemin x haechan #jeno x haechan #mark x renjun

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markohmy · 2 years

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performing below expectations: a workplace guide to self-improvement by donghyuck lee by starlikeeyes

Teen and Up

No Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: NCT

Relationships:

Huang RenJun/Lee Jeno/Na Jaemin, Huang RenJun/Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Lee Jeno/Na Jaemin, Huang RenJun/Lee Dongyuck | Haechan, Huang Renjun/Lee Jeno, Huang Renjun/Na Jaemin

Characters:

NCT Ensemble, Hung Renjun, Lee Donghyuck | Heachan, Lee Jeno, Na Jaemin

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Ofiice, Anti-Capitalist Girlboss Donghyuck Lee!, established norenmin, POV Outsider, Polyamory Negotiations, (vaguely) - Freeform, Author Projects Corporate Sellout Guilt Onto Favorite Celebrities, So Many Emails

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 11068

Summary:

Within the span of two 9-5 workdays, Donghyuck: flubs his upcoming quarterly performance evaluation; realizes his full potential as a morally grey, sexier, not-female, gayer, more Asian Nancy Drew; and maybe gets himself three boyfriends. You win some, you lose some.

#kpop #nct fic recs #norenminhyuck fic recs #norenminhyuck #00 liners #nct #nct dream #office au

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what-if-nct · 3 years

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Haechan: I would look really cute pregnant.

Mark: What?

Haechan: *puts a pillow in his shirt* Look at how cute I am.

Mark: It is physically impossible for you to get pregnant.

Haechan: I know but I'd look so cute. Jaemin, wouldn't I?

Jaemin: *puts a pillow in his shirt and looks in the mirror* Ahhh, we look so cute.

Haechan: Our babies can be best friends.

Jaemin: We'd be such cute parents.

Haechan: We would!

Jaemin: I want a baby.

Jeno: Why the hell are you looking at us?

Renjun: Go put Jisung in his baby cage and feed him from a bottle and stop looking at us like that.

Jaemin: It's a crib and Jisung set it on fire in the ally.

Mark: Neither of you can get pregnant.

Haechan: You just hate imagination and fun.

#haechan #donghyuck #lee dongyuck #mark lee #jaemin #na jaemin #renjun #huang renjun #jeno #lee jeno #nct #nct dream #nct incorrect texts #nct incorrect quotes #nct dream incorrect text #nct dream incorrect texts #nct dream incorrect quotes

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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He was many sins | Lee Donghyuck (TEASER)

Part of @renhyucks ‘The First’ a Lee Donghyuck birthday special collab.

▸ Haechan x female!reader ▸ Inspired by the movie ‘The Notebook’ ▸ SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST

Summary: “What do you do when you don’t like what you’re discovering about Haechan? Your boyfriend. What do you do when he hurts you more than he shows that he loves you. Now, don’t get me wrong. You love each other. Deeply. But the problem is you both feed your prides, that’s why your relationship is far from being a normal one.”

Warnings: SMUT AFTER THE CUT. unprotected & protected sex, a lot of corruption, slight exhibitionism, making out, oral sex (female receiving, swearing, a lot of couple fights, Haechan is.... so bad, but he cant let you go. greedy Haechan, jealousy, mentions of other idols. (more to come on the official post) A/N: Pure fiction. No taglist please.

Moaning quietly while Haechan fucks you slowly was the hardest thing to do. Especially when he takes your breath away while he goes deeper with every thrust and your lips have been attacked by kisses the moment you stepped into his room. Skin to skin and chest to chest, he has been clinging to your body like you’re about to disappear. Again.

But the best thing about this makeup sex was not the part where you see him cum right in front of you or while he’s kissing you while you enjoy your orgasm. It’s what comes after that.

When both of your bodies are warm after a good fuck, and you’re both breathing heavily closely together, feeling each other’s heartbeats. He kissed your sweaty body all the way down to your boobs and licked your sensitive nipples for a few seconds and then that’s when it happened...

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. Please come back to me, I’m sorry” he said. With tears in his eyes that stained your cheek while he gives you never ending sweet kisses and promises.

You both know, that this is the first time he apologized to you sincerely. The first time. And that instantly won your heart again that you burst into tears and kissed him back aggressively and he fell to his mattress. He cupped your face, hold you dearly, and accepted your kisses that he missed so fucking much.

That night, you just stay close to each other. Enjoying the cold breeze that goes through his window, each other’s soothing voices, and listening to each other’s soft giggles.

Staying in Haechan’s arms is a natural thing that made you comfortable, safe, and loved in no time. You close your eyes as you bask in his warmth... and you wish you didn’t.

You were like an angel sleeping beside him. He would do anything in the world just be with you like this forever, even though he knew he wasn’t good enough for you. But there's no way he’s going to let you go again.

“Good morning” you greet him with a smile because you caught him staring at you so lovingly the moment you opened your eyes. “Are you okay?” you added.

“I feel great, you’re beside me what could I possibly want more in life?” he said and placed a kiss on your forehead.

And you wish that your relationship with Haechan is always like this, light as a feather, but it's not. It never was.

“Fuck- you didn’t even wake me up? It’s already afternoon, Haechan!”

Here we go again, Haechan said to himself. Watching you gather your clothes so quickly he sat up and bravely said, “We just got back together-“ he put his palm on his face and let out a heavy sigh that you hated hearing.

“I know. I know, and I’m sorry. Just please be patient with me- I have a college tour today with my mom and if she finds out we’re together again, I don’t know what to do anymore. What we have is not easy to manage, it never was”

Irritated and almost on the verge of being mad, Haechan wore comfortable clothes too and tried so much controling his anger. “Fine. Okay, you don’t need to remind me that I’m not good enough for you,”

“That's not what I mean-“

“I know but that’s what you’re doing to me,”

You didn’t want to talk anymore knowing that this conversation can spark a fight again. You just got him back and you promised to yourself and to him that you will do everything to keep him.

“At least let me drive you just a couple of blocks away from your house. Can you let me do that?” Haechan said with a straight face, completely dressed already and all you can do is nod weakly.

“Haechan, I'm sorry-“ But just before you could finish apologizing, he’s gone and shut the door closed. And it just makes you question if love is supposed to be this complicated.

1 YEAR AGO

“Trust me. You don’t like him. I heard Jeno likes you, go for that dude and not Haechan” your cousin whines as she starts the car and drives you both home because getting you home late is the last thing she wanted to happen tonight.

“What if I really like him? He’s funny, sweet, and not to mention attractive”

“Lee Donghyuck is trouble and heartbreak wrapped into one. Fine, if you want to play with fire then be my guest”

And there it goes. The ugly truth that completely shut you up and did not defend Lee Donghyuck any further. The worst part is, he seemed nice and sweet the whole time you were having a conversation with him. Like none of what your cousin told you about him was true. And you just can’t believe it.

Questions kept running through your mind that you oh so want to ask your cousin but you knew it will just piss her off. So forget it.

But just as you thought that you’re going to stop thinking about him, you find yourself thinking about him harder than ever. It’s been a week since that fateful night, and you try so hard to forget about him by burying yourself with books and other school activities, but you couldn’t let go of the thought that maybe your cousin was just overacting. And you couldn’t let go of the beautiful memory for when you first laid eyes on him.

You remember how he was dancing under the bright party lights with a cig in his hand, puffing smoke as he enjoys his time on the dance floor. He was the epitome of loud and crazy, but that part of him did not bother you even the slightest bit and in fact, his free spirit was actually attractive. Even though you were the complete opposite and you knew right then and there that a guy like that will not be attracted to you, somehow, amidst the crazy atmosphere of the party, destiny still found a way for you to meet. Quietly.

“You’re not supposed to mix those two drinks. That will give you a stomachache the next morning,” he let out a small laugh before he makes you a decent drink. Something non-alcoholic, because he already knew you don’t belong in this scene. “You’re not from around here, aren’t you?”

“How’d you know? You know every person in this town?”

He just let out a small laugh and leaned on the wall, looking at you straight in the eyes that instantly made your legs weak. “I know because everyone in this town knows me and guessing you don’t have any idea who you’re talking to” he smirked and took a sip on his beer.

“You’re the guy who’s been so loud the whole night” you laugh and accepted defeat. What he said is true, you don’t know him.

“Lee Donghyuck. Friends call me Haechan. You. Can call me Haechan,”

“So we're friends now?” You asked after shaking his hand.

“Well, if that’s what you want. Me, I want more than friendship” he shamelessly said. “Tell me, if I ask you out for a date where do you want to go?”

“Why would I go out with you? I don’t even know you” you let out a cute laugh and offered him some chips.

“Well that’s the point of going out on a date, you learn about the person you’re with during dates” he smirked again.

And in that empty kitchen, you and Haechan had a decent conversation. Hating the smell of cigarettes that won’t leave his clothes but you don’t care anymore. In just a few minutes, he made your heart skipped a beat and the next thing you know your bodies are closer than before. But your cousin just had to ruin it and snatch you away from him.

And now that you know about Haechan’s true colors, you knew that you can’t handle him. There’s no way in hell that you can handle trouble. Is that why every person in his town knew who he was? Is it because he’s trouble and a pain in the ass? Whatever, you said to yourself. It has been a week since you met Haechan, and for exactly seven days, he’s in your mind 24/7.

You tried every distraction you could think of, tried every way to stop yourself from going through social media and search for ‘Lee Donghyuck’, you even tried imagining every bad thing Haechan could have done already to earn his title as the trouble maker to make yourself hate him. But nothing seems to be working.

#nct smut #haechan smut #haechan #lee dongyuck #nct dream smut #nct 127 #nct dream #lee donghyuck smu #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #haechan angst #nct imagines

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cherrybombxi · 4 years

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MOODBOARD: Flower boy hyuck~

#haechan #lee dongyuck #nct dream #nct #yellow #aesthetic #pastel #moodboard

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renjvnct · 5 years

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Mark: Taeyong is baby.

Taeyong: uh no I’m not. You’re baby.

Mark: no, you’re baby.

Haechan: can’t they tell they are BOTH baby. You are too Yuta.

Yuta: um sorry but I’m not baby. I think you’re baby actually.

Haechan: woah woah woah. Me? Baby? Never.

Jaehyun: *is walking by with Johnny* what is happening over there?

Johnny: i don’t know but we should just keep walking before we get caught up in it.

Jaehyun: *visibly shudders* that would be a nightmare.

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backstagerp · 4 years

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The following are now free: Donghyuck Lee (NCT) Mark Lee (NCT) Kim Mingyu (Seventeen) Lee Jihoon - Woozi (Seventeen) Mingi Song (Ateez) Sooyoung Park - Joy (Red Velvet) Taekwoon Jung - Leo (VIXX)

#krpindex #krp arc #lee dongyuck #mark lee #kim mingyu #lee jihoon #woozi #song mngi #sooyoung park #jung taekwoon #leo #NCT #vixx #ateez #red velvet #seventeen

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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.