won’t leave you alone without a little hair ruffle or a playful nudge. a chuckle escaping his lips.
won’t leave you alone without a little hair ruffle or a playful nudge. a chuckle escaping his lips.
( classmates to lovers )
the type of peer to be a big troublemaker and loves to pick on you the most— disguises it as him being a ruckus.
if he sits next to you he likes to touch his knee with yours and waits until you notice— once you do he smiles sheepishly as if he didn’t do it on purpose.
trails behind you holding onto your sleeve or belt hoop in the halls.
quiet pda.
ex: lingering touches as he passes by, strong gazes shared from across a room and leaving treats on your desk for you without being asked.
key on communication.
likes to be honest and straightforward.
because he is still growing and learning he isn’t familiar with his emotions and so it’s not rare to see him have an outburst.
prefers time away from the situation before he resolves it, a way to sort out what he’s feeling.
“ i’m sorry :/ ”
sends a apology through text before shuffling out of a room with his head low— laying his head on your shoulder as he expresses himself.
not a big cryer but knows he can always be real with you and won’t hesitate to show his delicate side.
kisses your neck softly.
says i love you in ways he isn’t directly saying the three words.
leaving notes in regular areas for you to see throughout the day with encouraging words.
“ you’re my favorite person. ”
protective in a sense that he isn’t overbearing but everyone knows the conflict they’ll go through if they mess with you.
keeps his arm over your shoulder in public, follows you with his eyes to make sure you’re okay, keeps his pinky locked with yours when making way through a crowd.
notices the tiny things about you and keeps it silent until you ask him about it.
“ you got a new haircut. ” he points out even if it was a small trim.
never breaks a pinky promise ever.
favorite past time is playing soccer with you and jake or lying in your backyard as you read to him.
plays with the ends of your hair when you talk to someone or when you speak to him.
dedicates songs to you especially when they’re about your features and the way he admires them.
mischievous over serious.
wants you to be comfortable so he feels more like a best friend than boyfriend.
boyfriend/best friend/bodyguard all in one!
overall the sweetest and despite still learning about the meaning of a relationship he’s glad he’s trying.
small preview at a little something I wrote… I have no idea how many people are going to see this but please lmk if you want me to post it because I have so many writings in my notes app
pairing: lee haechan x oc/fem reader (no descriptions and no name but written in third person) | mentioned: huang renjun, lee mark, lee jeno, na jaemin
genre: angst, song-fic, friends to lovers to exes | requested and inspired by traitor by olivia rodrigo
warnings: angst, implied past bullying, implied past depression, assumed cheating, gaslighting, break-up, fights
summary: the worst kind of betrayals are the ones that happen unexpectedly and from the ones you love the most. Haechan never gave her a reason to believe he was a traitor. Their relationship never showed signs of cracking. But doing the most for someone you love doesn’t stop them from backstabbing and leaving you behind.
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a/n: it took me ages but she’s here. there might be some mistakes bc while i was editing tumblr decided to don’t save half of it and i didn’t want to re-read it for the third time. i hope you’ll like it! let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks ♡
When somebody cheats, the partner always finds out. No matter how slick they think they’re being, at some point, they know. And the reasons why they don’t confront the other could be different, maybe they’re not sure, maybe they think they would never do something like that, or maybe they think that being hurt is just a tiny little price to pay to keep them.
The latter was the main reason why she kept her doubts to herself and never found the courage to face Haechan.
The signs were all there, they started to pile up one after the other, but when they became too much to handle she had to let go.
“What got you smiling so hard?” She had asked her boyfriend. They were sitting on the couch next to each other, the tv playing a movie they picked previously, but Haechan seemed more concentrated on the phone in his hand than on the movie, or her. No matter all her touches lingering on his body, or her jokes at the actor’s lines.
He shrugged, lifting a hand to caress her hand that was placed on her thighs, “Nothing, babe,” he replied, locking the phone and tugging it deep into the pocket of his pants. “Jaemin sent a stupid meme in the group chat, you know, the usual.”
And she hummed, shrugging it off, not paying attention to the hidden signs. The way he didn’t keep the phone in his hand but hid it away, the way his breath shook for a split moment or how his mind still seemed off somewhere away from there.
At first, it really did seem nothing. Jaemin would always flood up the group chat with stupid messages. And sometimes it happened to her too to get distracted by other things.
There was nothing strange with it.
Just like there was nothing strange with the boys’ nights out. She wasn’t jealous, she trusted Haechan, and only thought it was fair for him and his group of friends to go out and have fun. She did the same with her closest friends so it was something common in their relationship, just some healthy alone time with other important people of their lives.
If only boys’ nights didn’t start happening so often.
“I just don’t get it,” she said, nervously biting her lips as she walked back and forth in her room while Haechan was sitting on her bed, looking at her with an apologetic look – honestly, she couldn’t even get if there were any apologies behind his brown eyes. “Your boys’ nights out are on Saturday, why do they keep happening on Friday, too?”
Haechan sighed for the nth time that afternoon, standing up and walking toward her, trying to make her stop from walking around. “I told you, it’s not a boy out only, the guys also have some other friends and we’re just all hanging out.”
She scoffed, “So they are not even your friends, right?”
“Well,” he sighed, shrugging, “I don’t know, I know them, we got close with time.”
She sighed, turning around, throwing her hands up before pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing deeply and loudly again.
“Okay, what’s wrong, now? Are you going to do this or talk?” He asked, raising the tone of his voice and furrowing in annoyance.
She gasped, turning around again, “What’s wrong? I just… can’t you say no for just one night, Haechan? It’s literally just one fucking Friday for us.”
“I thought you didn’t mind me spending time with my friends.”
“I don’t,” she cursed, “but you are always out with them. And these are friends of your friends while, me,” she said, chuckling bitterly, “last time I checked, I’m your girlfriend.”
Haechan sighed, wetting his lips as he nodded lightly and walked toward her, gently wrapping a hand around her waist, “You’re right,” he said, caressing her cheek, moving her hair back, “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll tell them I have to pass this time.”
She wanted to get mad at his use of ‘have to’ as if he was being forced to do that but decided to let it slide. She didn’t like fighting with Haechan, and lately, those stupid bickerings were happing way too frequently.
“Yeah, fine,” she replied, leaning closer to rest her forehead against him and inhale deeply his scent. “I don’t like looking like a psycho obsessive girlfriend but I… I just miss you so much, lately, I’ve been barely seeing you.”
“I know, we’ll make it up this weekend,” he smirked before kissing the pain away. “You have to tell me things, though, or I can’t solve them. Promise me you will tell me anything?”
And she did promise, but the one keeping secrets in the relationship wasn’t her, so it was a bit hard to make things work that way. Especially in the long run. At the start Haechan tried to spend more time with her again, being able to balance the friend life and the love life perfectly, but then excuses started to collect, and most of them didn’t even match what the other boys would tell her.
“Maybe he fell asleep,” Renjun said, chewing the inside of his cheeks nervously. “You know, he’s a little stressed out lately.”
She scoffed, “he could’ve told me he couldn’t make it out of the bed. I’ve watched the movie alone after waiting for him outside for like a… like an hour? I didn’t even enjoy it because I had no idea where he was,” she sighed, falling beside him on the couch. “God, I have no idea where he is now.”
“I’m sure he’s fine,” Jeno tried to reassure her but was too busy looking at a vase on the shelf. He wasn’t even that close with her, he just came along because she called Renjun and he was with him. He had probably seen her three times before.
“Can you please don’t play with the vase, though, it’s my grandma’s gift, I don’t need more preoccupation now.”
Renjun glared at him, signalling him to back off, and got back caressing her back while Jeno lifted his hands and backed away.
“We can go see if he’s at our dorms,” Renjun proposed, “we didn’t sleep there tonight so we don’t know.”
“Yeah, maybe that would help,” she replied, trying to hold back the sniffles.
“We’ll call you as soon as we know something,” he reassured, leaving her alone again. But Haechan wasn’t home and he wasn’t even picking up Renjun’s or Jeno’s calls. It looked like he disappeared.
When two hours passed, she heard a knock on the door and got up immediately, imagining it was him, feeling so many different emotions bubble in her body.
“Hey,” there he was, Haechan standing there, looking at her with a sorry face, chest panting because he had probably rushed there and a bag in his hand. “I’m so sorry.”
“Are you okay?” Was the first thing she managed to say. All the anger, the frustration, leaving her body because she was more terrified something had happened to him than the fact he was basically acting like a completely different person.
“Yeah, I… I’ve been practicing all afternoon and I collapsed on the bed as soon as I got home.” Lie. Well, partially a lie. It wasn’t like she had to know all the truth. Knowing he stayed at the dance room later because he was helping out a new friend wasn’t an important part of the story, right? They just danced. It could’ve been even Jeno, it was just irrelevant.
She hummed, making room for him to enter the house. The text Renjun had sent her before telling her he wasn’t home completely slipped her mind. “I was worried, I thought something happened, you didn’t answer the phone.”
“I know, I was too busy to pay attention to it,” he replied. “But I bought McDonald’s,” he cooed, lifting the bag full of food in his hand, “So... can we make it up?”
“Buying me with food?” She asked, giggling.
“Well, it’s your favorite hamburger,” he said, pouting and batting his lashes. “Come on, you know I get carried away sometimes, but I really need to be prepared to pass the audition next month.” Haechan hated studying, but it wasn’t like his parents gave him the chance to pursue his dancer career so he had to make it all fit between a university major he couldn’t care about and the hard practice at night to follow his dream. And lately, he just had a special dance partner that gave him more motivation, leading to staying hours past the usual training hours.
“I know,” she said, kissing him slowly, “but promise me you will try to at least warn me when you’re too tired and can’t make it.”
“I will. Making you worry is the last thing I want to do.”
Up to that point, the cracks in the house they had built were already starting to show, small, barely visible, passing unnoticed. But no one of the two was suspecting anything. Haechan truly didn’t want to cheat on her. And she had nothing to worry about.
But then it happened.
When her name first slipped out of Haechan’s mouth she didn’t pay much attention, she didn’t even pay attention to the way he was stammering while trying to answer her innocent questions, almost as if he was hiding something. But she simply didn’t see it. There was nothing to see. Haechan was loyal, his charismatic and extrovert personality weren’t signs of being a cheater. Bora and he met at the studio and were partners, she surely wasn’t the first woman that danced with him. And she also seemed pretty dull, at least from the few answers Haechan gave her.
That was until they met on a Friday night at a restaurant all together to hang out. Bora was tall, fit, an amazing dancer that moved to Seoul to follow her dream, friend with Mark, and dance partner of Haechan and Jeno. A little bit too funny for her liking, too smart, too pretty, just… too much.
And she was also too close to Haechan. Her hands touching his, her soft smiles curling her lips at any word he said, her irritating chuckles at the unfunniest of his jokes.
That was why Haechan avoided her questions, because she wouldn’t have liked the answers.
‘She’s not even that pretty.’
‘She doesn’t even get my jokes.’
‘Yeah, she needs more practice.’
“Are you okay?” Haechan had asked close to her ear, turning around so he could only look at her.
“Mh, me?” She asked, shaking her head and zoning in again.
“Yeah, you,” he chuckled, “you barely spoke all night,” he said, caressing her hand on the table. And that touch, that usually brought her so much comfort, felt weird, almost foreign.
“I just… I don’t really know what to say,” she smiled fakely, “I know nothing about dance.” She was a history student, the things that got her excited were far different from pirouetting, popping, or whatever they did.
“We didn’t only talk about that, come on,” he said.
“No, sure, I…” she stopped, shaking her head.
Calm down, you are going insane. It’s fine. It’s all in your head.
“You?”
“I need more alcohol; can you order it for me?” She asked, changing the topic, making him furrow but then shrug.
“Yeah, sure.”
It wasn’t the time and place for a jealous scene, she thought to herself. There was no need to be jealous. Bora just happened to be an amazing dancer and an amazing person and that was it, and so were Haechan’s male friends, she was just like them.
But the anger and jealousy didn’t calm during the rest of the night out, she couldn’t help but stare at her, and the way she was always facing Haechan, smiling at him, a wicked smile that hid thousands of things she didn’t even want to know, or the way her hand tried to brush against his any chance she got. They were acting as if she wasn’t even there. They were acting as if she wasn’t his girlfriend.
“Can we go home?” She asked, finally speaking, probably for the first time in an hour when Bora snuggled her face against his shoulder for god knows whatever reason, probably due to a comment Mark made toward her, she wasn’t really listening, just paying attention to their body language.
They all stopped laughing, looking at her with a confused expression, Haechan included, that swiftly brushed her off and finally paid attention to her, his girlfriend.
“It’s barely ten?” He pointed out, staring at the watch on his wrist.
“I know, I’m tired.”
“Already?” He asked, lowering his tone and moving toward her to shield her conversation from their friends.
“Yes, I… can we just go? Do you hate spending time with me so much?”
“What?” He gasped. “Why would you say that?”
“Why would I say that? You didn’t look at me the whole night,” she snapped, voice getting higher and nostrils flaring.
“Oh, please, now that’s not true.”
“You know it is,” she remarked, raising her voice, making him turn around and smile awkwardly at his friends.
“Okay, let’s not do this right here, right now, okay?”
“Oh, sure, would never want our friends to know that we fight too,” she snorted bitterly.
He sighed, “I just think there’s no need to fight, you’re seeing things.”
“I am what?”
“Can we seriously don’t do this now?”
“Can we go home? I simply asked you this.”
Haechan huffed again, but fighting in front of their friends was the last thing he wanted to do, and also he hoped that she would calm down on the way home, but that didn’t happen. The silence of the car ride back to her place got interrupted as soon as they stepped inside. The main door slammed behind them.
“Who is she?”
“Who- what do you mean who is she?”
“For you, who is she for you?” She screamed, throwing her bag on the couch.
“Oh, god really? Are you seriously doing this? This is your problem?”
“Yes, because… because she was always on you and you – you looked at her, you looked at her with those eyes, with that look you never look at me like that anymore.”
Haechan groaned, offended. “What are you insinuating?”
“It doesn’t look like insinuation to me.”
“No? You think I’m cheating on you?”
She sniffled, turning around, not able to stand his gaze. His eyes were looking at her as if she was out of her mind, blaming her for being too emotional, for being the one that was ruining everything for not trusting him.
“You’re crazy.”
She turned around again at those words, staring at him in disbelief as she felt her heart clench in her chest. She wanted to say something but everything seemed useless. Why was he acting like that?
“You – you didn’t talk to me all night,” she whispered, voice clapped and eyes starting to get watery.
“You’ve been acting like a bitch all night,” he snapped, “and now I know why. How can I talk to you when you put a wall between us?”
“What did you call me?”
He rolled his eyes, “You know what I meant. It’s not my fault I didn’t talk to you.”
She fought back tears and lift her head to push them back, finding it hard to bring her attention to him again. “I told you I knew nothing about what you were talking about and you didn’t even make an effort to try to change the topic of the conversation.”
“Sure, of course now it’s my fault," he chuckled, walking back and forth, “You’re a jealous crazy girlfriend and it’s my fault,” he screamed at her.
“Fuck you! I never made scenes when we went out together, there’s a reason if it’s weird.”
“Is there? Or maybe you are just insecure?” He said, voice not loud anymore but full of bitterness, a defiant smirk on his face.
“Insecure?” She asked, voice trembling and body too.
“Yeah, she did nothing but be nice and here you are. Maybe you wish you were like a her, not a pain in the ass like you are.”
She tried to say something but those were the last words she was expecting to come out of his mouth. Why was he defending her so much? Why was he going all the way against his girlfriend for a girl he barely knew?
“I didn’t say a single bad word about her, I’m talking to you, my boyfriend, about us. This is about us.”
“I don’t know what to tell you then,” Haechan shrugged, drifting his gaze from her wet eyes.
She chuckled incredulously, “Maybe sorry would be appreciated?”
“I’ve got nothing to apologize for. You’ve been bitching all night, you made me come home so soon for this and now I have to apologize?”
“I just wanted to spend some time with you! If you didn’t start asking me dumb questions we wouldn’t be fighting but maybe right now we were in bed like a fucking normal couple!”
“Well, then maybe we are not a normal couple.”
“No, since I see my modern history professor more than I see you.”
“You know what? I won’t talk to you if you keep blaming it on me,” Haechan said, grabbing his jacket again and walking toward the door. “Call me if you seek some sanity again.” And then the door slammed behind him, leaving her petrified in the middle of her living room with tears streaming down her face, shaking hands and lips and a heart that was breaking more and more. And it was getting too heavy to carry around.
Two headstrong and proud partners don’t go anywhere. It’s impossible to meet each other in the middle ground if that simply doesn’t exist.
None of them was going to back up.
She had done that too many times, crawling, and scratching her knees to fix something he had broken.
And Haechan knew he was wrong, but the guilt was eating him alive, and so was his pride.
And just like that, one week passed, with silence, avoided gazes, switched seats in the two classes they had together, lunches at a different table, and no texts or calls on their phones.
“I’m sorry.”
Then it came. It arrived unexpectedly, probably for the first time in the five years they were dating.
Haechan apologized. Standing right behind her at the table of that library that was now her only safe place, with his big green hoodie, snapback covering his guilty brown eyes, and the dirty Converse tapping nervously against the floor.
And she wanted to fight back, to put him through half of the pain he put her through but she couldn’t. The possibility of losing him scared her more than now, opening her arms again, would’ve hurt her dignity. If she still had some of it left in her.
So she stared at him, trying to read his face, that familiar face that now seemed so stranger to her. She wanted to convince herself that it was all in her head. She needed to convince herself of that. But finding some truth, some honesty behind his eyes, and the way his fingers were playing with his backpack, was difficult.
“I’m sorry if you felt left out, I thought you cared about dancing after all these years with me,” he added, finding the courage to look at her.
She wanted to say that she didn’t feel left out, they left her out but now wasn’t the time and place for another fight. Surely that was what he meant, Haechan simply wasn’t good with words. So she hummed, trying to stop her lips from shaking and find the right words to say, something that made sense in the mess they were becoming, or probably already were.
“So… you promise she’s just a friend?” She asked. That was the only thing she needed to be reassured about. The only thought that ran across her mind for the past week. The only fear that made her cry at night while covered in his sweater she tried to cling to the few things she always had of him, feeling that just a blow of wind was going to take him away from her.
Haechan hummed, “She’s just a friend, you’re just being paranoid,” he said and then walked closer to her, sitting on the empty chair at her side. “Can we please make it up? I haven’t gotten a hug in a week.”
And she couldn’t do anything but smile, her lips mimicking the way his own turned up and his arms opened to welcome her in.
She fell into his trap again, not catching the lies, or the way he was shaking and not because he had anxiety to finally confront her but because he had started slipping.
Because during that week he didn’t miss her that much. Because he had been receiving countless hugs. Because he had spent his afternoons in somebody else’s company. Because they almost kissed and that made him realize he needed to redeem himself.
And from then on, lies became more and more. All the ‘I love yous’ didn’t feel so genuine anymore, and the hugs were weird, short, and cold. The hours together were boring and he wasn’t looking forward to them in anticipation.
And maybe there, he realized why he was stuck there. She became a habit. An old one, hard to let go of. They had nothing in common, not anymore at least.
She felt safe because she was there at his worst. She was there by his side when nobody else wanted to be associated with him. When he was a loser. When people took it out on him and the only arms he could run to were hers. When his brain was tricking him into thinking that life wasn’t worth it anymore. When he couldn’t find a reason to wake up every day, she became the reason.
But that was five years ago.
Now Haechan wasn’t that person anymore. He didn’t need shielding. He didn’t need to be protected, and comforted. He didn’t need any more savings. He needed to mirror himself in somebody that was like him with the same passions and needs. Somebody that lived for the things that kept him alive, and she, she wasn’t his reason anymore.
And since she wasn’t his reason anymore, she started to be pushed into the back of his brain more and more.
The clock hands ticking weren’t a reminder big enough that he should’ve been at the cinema in twelve minutes and he needed to stop dancing with her and rush home to get changed. And only when his phone started buzzing uncontrollably he realized he was late.
‘I’m sorry, I can’t make it.’ Another apology, or an excuse, followed by an empty promise. ‘I’ll make it up.’
And she swallowed her pride and told him not to worry. His future was important, and he couldn’t waste time. She would’ve supported him and been his number one fan once he finally made it as a professional dancer in his dream company. Because she was when nobody else believed in him and his dream. She would’ve always been her number one fan if only he wanted to.
But then it happened again, and again. And being so far away from him was harder than expected.
The morning texts weren’t enough. The classes together weren’t the type of time she wanted to spend with him. And the lunches at their table had shifted since Bora also started to sit with them.
And she wasn’t dumb. She kept quiet but she knew. She kept quiet to keep him, to hold onto an image of Haechan that now, she was more than sure, wasn’t there anymore. She kept quiet because not only it was painful but also humiliating.
And humiliation was what was leading her angry steps under the rain. It was past ten, and the cinema board was fading behind her as she hurried to his dance gym.
One hour past their date. One hour late and no text, no call. Nothing but silence. A silence that was becoming agonizing and too loud, full of his lies and her delusional thoughts.
And she couldn’t care that the rain was socking her clothes, sticking her hair to her skin and ruining her shoes, she needed to get this over. But hope is the last one to die, and a part of her wanted her doubts to be fake, she truly wanted to be the weird one that was seeing things. She wanted to believe it was just another honest mistake, that he was tired and had forgotten, that if she entered the room Haechan would’ve been alone or with their friends and not with her.
But it wasn’t like this. He was there with her, laughing carelessly, way too close to each other.
And right there at the moment, she knew that she wasn’t even crossing his mind anymore.
That flame of hope wasn’t big enough anymore to make her get on her knees and beg. She couldn’t close her eyes and pretend she didn’t know, she didn’t see. She needed to let go. There was nothing to gain from that, their relationship had crumbled apart, the pieces of their story were dripping on the ground like the raindrops were slipping down her coat.
“It’s not what –” Haechan immediately tried to defend himself when he saw her but she stopped him, lifting her finger in the air.
“Can we get a moment alone?” If this needed to end like this, if she had to be the one putting an end to them, she wanted it to at least be private. Because she had no idea what she meant to him anymore, but Haechan still meant something to her, what they had, everything they had been through meant something to her. So damn much that the pain she was feeling right there can’t be explained with words.
When they were alone, under the porch outside of the gym they stood there in silence for a while.
They both knew what was coming.
There was no need to paint the grey walls between them blue. It was raining outside just like it was raining in the home they had built in the past years.
And that was why it was so hard to say something. One guilty of not loving anymore, and the other victim of loving too much. A terrible match that shared too much of each other. A terrible mess that knew the other’s deepest secrets and highest moments. Half a decade passed in front of their eyes as they tried to come up with a way that didn’t hurt like hell to take all that time they shared and throw it in a bin.
“It’s over,” she whispered, looking at the ground because she was sure his eyes were lighting up, happy he could finally run to Bora without their story holding him back. “We are over,” she repeated, lifting her gaze, almost more to tell it to herself, to be sure she was doing this for real. To remind herself that all her doubts and fears and his twisted games were real.
“I don’t understand, why?” Haechan asked, mixed emotions running in his mind. Why wasn’t he feeling relieved? Why was this weird? What if he still cared?
She snorted before pressing her lips together to suppress any other sound to come out, the cold was starting to make her shiver but the way he was acting was tiring her more than the long day she had, than the cold and the broken heart. He was faking it, even now, even at their breaking point, he was pretending. Putting on a mask to play the role of someone that wasn’t him, the role of someone that wasn’t the person she used to love.
“There’s nothing to understand, just like there’s nothing to save,” she answered. What was the point in wasting her breath screaming at him and explaining to him what he did and what he was fully aware he was doing? She had spent months walking through his tangle of lies and shocked faces, falling into traps that now were crystal clear, no more leaves covering the big holes she rolled down into.
And when no other word came out of his mouth, she took a step back, the rain hitting her again. When his hands didn’t move to stop her, when his feet didn’t try to cancel the distance between them, when his eyes looked into hers and there was nothing in them she used to know. She realized that she had been fooled much more than she imagined. He didn’t want to fix this, he had no reason to want to fix what broke between them because he didn’t want what was between them anymore. He was past the state of mixed feelings, past not knowing where he belonged. He knew it damn well. And the place where he belonged wasn’t her anymore. It was waiting inside in a white room, probably praying for their downfall so she could finally have him.
And right there the tears mixed with the rain, he couldn’t tell them apart, he couldn’t even swear she was crying, not that it mattered anymore. All this vulnerability, all the things they shared, were gone. So she turned around, hugging her body to shield herself from the cold, her feet almost tripping on each other every two steps as her fogged vision tried to carry herself home. Heart breaking even more when she couldn’t hear footsteps behind her. Haechan wasn’t following her. Haechan wasn’t even waiting outside to at least make sure she wasn’t getting hit by a car driving by. Haechan wasn’t under the porch, he was inside again, with her.
She wasn’t his reason anymore. But Haechan still was hers. And she had no idea how she was going to cope with that.
Break-up pain is weird. It’s weird when you’re young and you know you have all your life ahead. You know it’s not the end of the world, and yet it feels like it. It feels like all you knew, suddenly doesn’t make sense anymore. It hurts even more when you break up with someone you spent so much life with. When you grew up with them and imagined having them by your side all your life. And it’s even harder to deal with it when you got backstabbed by that person. It’s harder when you dried all their tears, pulled them out of their darkest hours and then suddenly you meant nothing to them.
Nothing.
She felt like an appearance in Haechan’s life when after just two weeks he proudly showed Bora around.
Two weeks were all it took him to get over her and the five years spent together.
She felt like a forgotten bus ticket in the pocket of a coat hanging in the closet for the whole summer. A piece of paper that gets found, looked at with a confused expression and then gets thrown away.
But to her Haechan wasn’t an old, faded, ticket. Haechan had been such a big part of her life and she couldn’t understand how he could move on from her so quickly. She couldn’t understand why he wasn’t hurting even a bit.
So this pain was worst. Because it made her feel dumb, it humiliated her, it shamed her for all the things she let him do. All the red flags she chose not to see. All the lies she chose not to listen to.
And it made her wonder if she was so uninteresting. If they truly had nothing in common anymore. How it was possible to be so easy to be forgotten after everything? And doubts start to form even more, going back in time and questioning when it all went downhill. When everything started being fake.
But she couldn’t find an answer.
She couldn’t even find her Haechan anymore.
Surely that wasn’t the one she had fallen in love with.
Walking around campus holding Bora’s hand, moving her hair behind her ears, buying her food, dropping her to her classes with the risk of arriving late to his. He even let Bora sit at her place at their table. Slapping it straight into her face how he didn’t care about her. Bringing her around, replacing her so blatantly just to shut her down.
Probably that also was the biggest pain. Not only she had lost him but she had also lost her friends. Bora took her place in his life, in his friends’ circle, probably soon even at her chair at his parents’ house.
She had nothing of the old life anymore. The only ones that checked on her were Renjun and Mark, and the only one that still proposed to go out was Renjun. But she still sat alone at an empty table now and picked the farthest seat from him in the few classes they had together, and avoided all the places they used to go together.
And things weren’t going better for her. If in front of him she faked it, and smiled, and held her head high, in the privacy of her room she would fall apart. She couldn’t point out when the betrayal started, when his words turned into lies that then turned into daggers that made her bleed. And those years felt wasted. Five years she wasn’t going to ever get back. That made her realize that she also couldn’t let him take away more years of her life. He had hurt her, badly, terribly, but she couldn’t give him that power anymore. She needed to let go for real, forget about him, move on, just as fast as he did.
But she wasn’t Haechan.
“You’re avoiding me.”
Their last conversation came three months later, when all of a sudden she heard his voice again and, lifting her gaze from her phone, she saw him.
“I know we’re over but… you were talking with Renjun and then ran away when I reached you two.”
She blinked twice, shaking her head to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, or in that case, having a nightmare. But he was real, white t-shirt, blue jeans, honey brown hair moving in the light summer breeze and stranger eyes looking into hers.
“Do you hate me?” He asked again, so nonchalantly she wanted to throw the glass in his face.
How could he come here like that? With his head low, tail between his legs, and playing the victim.
“Are you serious?” She simply asked, too stunned to believe he wasn’t joking.
“Yeah, I don’t get what I did for you to cut me off like that.”
“You betrayed me,” she said, rising her voice, shaking visibly, feeling her lungs burn. Wasn’t it enough? All the pain he put her through. Why did he need to sink the knife deeper? “I know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way I hurt. Because you don’t care, you, you just don’t care. You never cared about me, not the way I cared for you.”
She sighed, shaking her head, taking a deep breath because she didn’t want to shed more tears for him, “And I can’t even blame you, I have to blame me for being so, so stupid, and in love. God,” she exhaled, looking back at him. “I wish you had thought this through before I fell in love with you.”
“I never cheated on you,” he defended, emotionless voice with just a hint of insecurity, a small tremble, at the unexpected way she was talking to him.
“I don’t care,” she said. “In two weeks you were over me. In two weeks you erased a five years relationship. You were terrified of love, it took you one year to ease into me and try to be in a relationship with me, there’s no way you fell in love so soon. You fell in love with her when we were still together. You… you probably did even worse.”
“No, I would’ve never done that to you.”
She hummed, hiding a bitter chuckle, “It doesn’t matter…” she whispered. “Nothing matters anymore. Not when I gave you my all, my youth, my support. Not when I was the only one by your side and you pushed me to the sidelines so easily. A kiss is not more painful than this.”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, voice breaking in his throat as he started to slowly realize that maybe she was right. He did hurt her anyway. Holding himself back from kissing Bora when they were together wasn’t better than the thoughts that crossed his mind or the way he let her go so easily. He had cursed himself many nights for not even being able to talk it through, to end it on a better page, to let her down slowly.
She chuckled, “No, you’re not. I don’t want you to be, I wish you to feel at least half of the pain you put me through. I hope to pop inside your mind when you least expect it, when you sleep with her in our bed, when you let her wear your sweatshirts, when she cooks your favorite breakfast or prepares tea exactly how you like it. Does she know it? Did you tell her about how much you love it with those biscuits that are almost impossible to find? How it has to be green tea and not teabag but only loose leaf?”
Haechan drifted his gaze. She didn’t know. She had no idea what he truly liked. Or how annoying he could be. She didn’t know half of the things she knew about him. And he wondered if she would ever get to know him that much.
“I will never take you back, Haechan, not even as a friend,” she said, fixing her clothes and staring straight into his eyes. No matter how much pain it still gave her, or how painful the idea of living a life without him was. If he forgot about her so soon, she could do the same. She was going to do the same. She deserved better and she was going to find it. And that wasn’t Haechan, not anymore.
So she stood up, grabbed her bag, and looked at him one last time, “I guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor.”
synopsis : ln yn has always flirted with huang renjun. but they do that with literally everyone else too, they couldn’t possible be serious about pursuing him, right? on their final year of university, yn is determined to show that they are. with all the walls that renjun has built around himself, will they be strong enough to succeed in tearing them down?
pairing : huang renjun x gn!reader
genre/s : university + student council au, fluff, angst, pining, slice of life, humor
part sixteen : donut debate
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from reese, with love <3
maw eng ver,,, i have no words… nct really just says anything in some of their songs >_< anyways renjun … what is this behavior hehe >:)) next update is festival day and it will be split into two !! thank you sm for reading!! as always- id love to know what you think !! it motivates me a lot so i appreciate every rb, ask, and reply that i get <33 hope u are all doing well and taking care :))
genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst
wordcount ➠ 8.5k
details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au
━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy.
warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering
synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back.
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a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):
While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.
fluff—reader is not a fan of daredevil activity, angst—mention of death, smut/filth, established relationship, soft dom!hc, potentially public sex, unprotected sex (non- disclosed but most of my works include reader on birth control), swearing/filthy language, oral—fem receiving, squirting, cum eating, hc is a little sadistic.
when an excursion with your motorcyclist boyfriend takes a reckless turn, he has to find a way to make it up to you, and fast.
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donghyuck didn’t always have this hobby, not until his friends coerced him into it. the muscular one jeno was first to upgrade from his regular sport bicycle to something faster. something he can rev the engine of, and something that is much less embarrassing to take to all of the frat parties.
once jaemin and mark followed his lead, donghyuck didn’t really have a choice but to join them. and now it’s every week that the four of them show up to school like a motorcycle gang, stalked by the hungry eyes of every student on campus. guys ask where they got their rides, and girls ask if they can take them for a ride.
but you were with donghyuck before he picked up his sexy new ride, and you’re the only one allowed on it with him.
like now
the frat party was dying down, the turnout wasn’t as plentiful as they suspected, and the drinks not very strong. so donghyuck suggested that the two of you get out of there, and find some place quiet.
you grip his torso tightly as he speeds up the college town street, all the way up the cul-de-sac where it ends. a wooded area on a cliffy park-side where you can watch the sun setting over the city.
once you reach the top of the hill, and donghyuck slows down his vehicle, you nearly step off of it; expecting to stand here and enjoy the view with him.
but he doesn’t stop. no, with a “hold on babygirl”, he braces himself in your arms before zooming down the hillside. through the winding roads, going nearly vertical down the cliff, the two of you dangerously descending to the city below.
your hair blows wildly around your head, and the adrenaline grasps ahold of your breath in your throat, choking you with fear, and tensing your body in an anxious freeze.
donghyuck whoops and hollers with joy as his motorcycle roars, loving the way his body is reacting to the experience, perfectly opposite from yours.
he pops a wheelie and you cry out, gripping onto his tummy for dear life, feeling the way that gravity wants you to slip off of the seat and onto the cold pavement.
tears well up in your eyes, and donghyuck laughs loudly, returning both wheels to the ground and halting to a stop when the two of you reach the urban streets.
you’re pissed.
without a word, you get off the the bike and stomp away from him, toward the nearest building.
“gah that was amazing, such a rush!” donghyuck beams, opening the shutter of his helmet and suddenly realizing that you’re no longer on the back of his bike, “woah, woah! where are you going angel?” he turns the engine on again, rolling up to your side where you stomp down the sidewalk.
“ha, angel. that’s funny.” you sarcastically sneer, lacing each word with venom.
“what’s funny?” he asks, his voice now higher in pitch as he sees that you’re upset.
“it’s funny considering you could’ve just fucking killed me.” you don’t look at him.
he huffs out an awkward laugh, still slightly confused by your words as he rides alongside you, stopping abruptly when you spin to face him. your eyebrows are furrowed and eyes once again welled with tears, his heart sinks as he turns off his engine.
“you said you’d never do anything dangerous while riding,” you shove his shoulder slightly, and his lip quivers from beneath his helmet. “let alone with me on the fucking bike!” a tear falls.
he gets off of the bike and steps closely to you, gripping the base of your neck when he pulls you in for an embrace. just as he’s about to mumble an apology, you once again push him, this time out of the hug. “do you know how many people fucking die while riding these things hyuck?”
and all donghyuck can do is feel his own heart break in his chest. imagining if he ever went for a ride, and never came back home to you; it’s devastating. he doesn’t even want to think about how you’d feel, yet he’s getting a real taste of it now, your tears fall because of him, and its like bleach on his tongue.
you gulp as he doesn’t say a word, only hoping your words are resonating inside of his genius-like mind that you adore so much. “I’m going to walk home from here, just be careful on your way back please.” you solemnly tell him, before turning away completely.
cutting through the nearest alleyway will get you onto the street that takes you home, so you spin on your heels and enter it with a heavy heart. you hear the motorcycle engine cough to life from behind you, and soon enough donghyuck is beside you once again, this time with a firm grip on your wrist.
he pulls you into his lap, so that your back is against the handlebars, and hips sitting heavily over his own. he pulls the large helmet over his head, revealing a mess of wavy black hair, damp with sweat where it curls over his forehead. he looks beautiful.
“I’m so sorry baby.” he pulls your chin down to him in preparation for liplock, and kisses you softly. your hands rest at the back of his neck, tangling in the dark hair as your lips passionately move against one another. he deepens it with a cock of his head, he feels needy against your mouth, and he tastes like his fruit flavored chapstick.
when you pull away to take a breath, he takes the helmet in his hands and puts it over your head, lifting the screen so the two of you can continue to make eye contact. he needs you to hear these next words in order to feel his sincerity within them.
“I should’ve never done something so dangerous,” his round eyes look into yours, both filled with stars from the evening lights, “not alone, not with you on the bike, not ever.”
and you nod your head at his words as he sterns them to you. “I’d never do anything to purposely put you in danger, I love you so much, do you understand that?” and you nod your head again, another tear slipping out from your eye, this time from his generosity rather than your sadness.
when you don’t respond with words, he tightens his grip on your hips and pulls you closer to his body, if it were even possible, so he can once again embrace you with a hug.
“will you let me make it up to you?” he whispers ever so softly over the skin of your neck, peppering kisses onto it in-between the words.
you moan in response, slowly grinding your core over him where it already sits on his crotch. “hmm?” he hums, gripping your ass where it comes into contact with his hard-on. “use your words angel.”
he thrusts up at your hips where they move over him, and you moan again, this time in a “yes, yes please make it up to me.” he’s pleased with your answer, obeying his words so sweetly like a good girl. “yeah? gonna let me fuck you on my bike, hm?” he throatily hums once more.
his words shoot electricity straight to your core where you rub it harshly on his bulge, the feeling pleasurable enough that you’re just a minute away from your high, right here and now, even with the both of you still clothed against one another.
“let’s get these off baby.” donghyuck releases his attack on your neck to say, tapping at the material on your hips. you shimmy out of your bottoms and donghyuck bites his lip at the sight of you wearing his favorite panties. “those too.” he lifts you off of both his lap and the motorcycle.
“hyuck, here?!” you ask, looking back and forth through both sides of the alleyway. “mhm”, donghyuck follows your lead to his feet, before gripping at the panties and pulling them all the way down and into his pocket.
you step out of them obediently and he places you back onto the bike, scoffing at the sight. you sit sideways on the motorcycle, one hand on the handle bars and the other gripping the back wheel for stability. your bare pussy, so wet and pink, drips onto his leather seat, all while you’re wearing his helmet on your head, he could snap a picture now and cum to it for weeks on end.
so he does. whipping out his phone, your cheeks blush to a bright red when donghyuck clicks a picture of you on his bike, totally bare from the waist down, and posing for the camera like his own personal whore.
after stuffing the phone back into his pocket, he kneels onto the pavement and dives nose first into your core, pointing his tongue out as slim as it can go, pulsating it in and out of your hole. you cry out in pleasure, instinctively lifting one leg around his head, and the other over the handlebars.
“fucking love this pussy.” he moans, his lips pressing over your folds as he attacks the center, before pulling out and fattening his muscle against your sex. his tongue, so thick and warm, glides up your wetness, and he groans at the taste, sucking onto your clit with precision.
your high is becoming you, quickly rising with each breath in your chest. one hand finds it’s way into donghyuck’s hair, and he moans in ecstasy when you tug onto the strands, the vibrations in his pretty voice sending you over the edge, and flying toward your climax.
“I’m cumming hyuck!” it surprises the both of you when liquid pulses out of your pussy, splashing in individual streams with each shock of pleasure. “oh fuck yeah, that’s it baby!” donghyuck nearly cums on the spot as he attempts to catch the liquid, latching onto your clit and tonguing at your hole with thirst for the juices.
licking and sucking until the liquid stops, donghyuck looks up at you with hooded eyes, exhausted from his work, yet still the horniest he’s ever been in his life. his lips and chin are covered in your wetness, similarly to the motorcycle seat, when he stands to his feet, unable to wait any longer.
his stubborn belt clangs to the pavement and his pants swiftly follow. when you reach out to palm him over his boxers, he bites his lip harshly, and grabs you by the wrist, returning your hand back to the bike for stability,
“you’re,” he steps closer to you so his clothed cock is pressed to your core, wetting his underwear, already damp with his sweat and precum, “going to do that again.”
and you moan at the feeling of the pressure on your abused clit, still sensitive and pulsating from the previous orgasm.
he pulls down his boxers and lets his cock stand tall for a second before gripping it in his palm, and guiding it to your hole. his mushroom shaped tip, thick and angry red, pokes at you before inserting inside.
your jaw drops as he fills you up, gliding against your gummy walls until his pubic bone makes contact with your own. you squeeze your eyes together, relishing in the burning pain of your bruising cervix, and your tight entrance being stretched by his thick cock.
he sits there for a moment, breathing heavily as your warm walls suck around him, and your eyes finally open, meeting his own. “ready?” he asks, his cock twitching inside of you as he shuffles his figure, planting his feet firmly on the ground.
you assuredly nod, and he pulls back, nearly all the way out. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel every bit of him, particularly the thick vein on his dick that brushes against your wall. with a snap of his hips, donghyucks back in, flushed chest against your own, and the assault has begun.
both fast paced and roughly, donghyuck beats his cock in and out of you, enjoying the way you cry out helplessly in both pleasure and pain. you’re loud, dangerously loud, bringing attention to the two of you in this alleyway, and he loves it.
he grips onto the helmet, sticking two of his fingers into the underside and tugging you toward him. his hot breath huffs into the open screen where you look up at him—as much as you can through your rolling eyes.
you look so fucked out, and donghyuck once again takes notice of the way you drip over his bike, exposed completely to him as you let him fuck you on his most prized possession. “holy shit baby I’m so close.”
but you still haven’t squirted for him for a second time just yet, so he switches hands, reaching the dominant one down to your clit. his two longest and nimble fingers rub quickly at the nub, sliding easily against your wet and sensitive skin.
you dig your nails into his arm as it washes over you quickly, rendering you unable to give donghyuck a warning that you’re about to cum. with a pornstar-esque moan, you release all over him, yet another squirt of liquid landing on his torso, soiling his shirt.
“just like that, all over my cock baby, fuck!” donghyuck cries out in satisfaction, following the melody of your sinfully high pitched moans as he reaches a climax of his own.
“come on, cum in me baby.” you coax him weakly, and he pushes himself as deeply as he possibly can, pubic hair tickling your clit into another squirt of liquid as his warm cum spurts out of his tip, buried all the way inside you. “good girl.” he groans as the strands of his seed are painting your walls white, and stringily following his tip as he pulls out of you.
you both breathe heavily into one another’s faces, and he takes the helmet off of your head to press a passionate and tongue dominated kiss to your lips.
you’re so empty, yet so full of his remains, donghyuck presses a hand to your bare thigh and watches as his cum spills out of your hole, and onto the motorcycle’s leather seat.
how’s he going to explain that stain to the gang? maybe he’ll just have to pull up the picture in his camera roll and show them.
AU/Genre: college!AU, smut, strangers to friends to enemies (meh) to lovers, fuckboy!Shotaro
Other idols: Lee Donghyuck / Haechan (bc it wouldn’t be a ybbp fic without him), Chou Tzuyu (Twice), Wang Yiren (Everglow), Han Jisung / Han (Stray Kids), Ju Haknyeon and Son Youngjae / Eric (The Boyz)
Warnings: mentioned past Haechan x reader, truth or dare, being dared to fuck (??), oral, fingering, rimming and slight anal play (f receiving), sex toys, praise, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap the willy, silly)
Summary: Osaki Shotaro. A man, a reputation. Don’t let his adorable exterior fool you, that boy is freaky. Shotaro is widely known to be fuckboy number one, always a line of guys and girls waiting to get a taste of his performance. He might have a baby-like face, but his shenanigans in the sheets are everything but.
Would it be possible that this particular boy can help you with your little problem of not being able to cum?
⊹ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 7.4k
⊹ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 school focused female y/n x MDMA addicted and popular Shotaro
⊹ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 college au, dark au, angst, smut
⊹ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 swearing, consuming ecstasy, toxic friend group, mentions of other drugs and alcohol, kissing, protected sex, doggy position, vomiting, public humiliation
⊹ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 🦷 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 This fic takes place on Valentine’s Day. Thank you @caiuscassiuss for being my beta reader. Dedicated to @biletdoux, @markresonates, @nakamotocore, @pyo1x, and @weishenkonbini who listened to me rant about this. Drug terminology at the bottom.
⊹ 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 disclaimer | masterlist
“Crawling again, Shotaro?”
It was late, you were craving sugar, and the vending machine down the hallway had deceived you into believing that candy could keep you awake for another three chapters. But when you opened your dormitory’s entrance, you weren’t surprised to find Shotaro, heaving lightly, on his hands and knees before you.
“Yes, y/n, it’s an – an evolutionary… evolutionary? – yeah that… tactic that attracts the opposite sex.” Shotaro responded in dragged-out breaths. “I’m sure… that you’ve – you heard about it…”
Shotaro grinned up at you like how a child would, unrestrained and eager. But his attention was fleeting, his eyes rushed across the vacant hallways, up to the stucco ceiling, and back to your face.
“You got me, I’ve been seduced,” you murmured in amusement.
summary: shotaro is innocent and all of your friends tease him about it, until you take matters into your own hands to help him lose a bit of that innocence
length: 6,072 words
tags: friends with benefits, making out, innocent!shotaro experienced!reader, first time, oral sex (f receiving), handjobs
When you got to uni, you met lots of new people, made lots of new friends. Some you met right away, like your roommates. Some you met during the mixer events held to help orient the new first year students, or the events held for those living in the dorms. Some people you met through classes, clubs, through sharing a table in the library.
