guys i'm going to rewrite watching tv.... but the love interest will be taesan 😁😭😁😭😁 i've been falling off of nct lately. i still bias haechan but not the rest of nct. they've been disappointing me so bad that i can't even write or read about them ... so imma switch to my other ult boynextdoor
guess who wanted to update watching tv but ended up being busy with work and personal stuff 😭😭😭 but next week should be full of updates cause i have a week off and i don't plan on doing anything since im broke asf
chat that's it. it's done. as probably some know i was hesitating TF OUTTA nowhere to pick on who my next smau should be about. my choices were mark, jaemin or jisung..... and i was rlly leaning towards mark but but BUT BUT BUT BUT one look at jisung nct edit 😋👅 on tiktok and my decision is made 😁😁
NOTES: guys i love seeing all ur comments and reblogs <33 tysm for all the love ❤️ also hc calling her a stress freak #facts + another chapter of me using the word goon 🙂↕️ im sorry gng 💔
pairing. haechan x reader
genre. friends to implied lovers, drunk confession
wc. 1.5k
summary. sober you would beat you up if she heard the bullshit spilling from your mouth; in which alcohol is both your best friend and your worst enemy
warnings. excessive amount of fluff, reader’s drunk as hell, Donghyuck’s love language is acts of service
an. a little warm up writing before I start writing longer fics again—I REALLY like the drunk confession microtrope,,, this whole thing was either written at 5AM on my work breaks or 5AM bc my sleep schedule is fucked up,,, pls enjoy!
You couldn’t give any less of a fuck that the bare soles of your feet were touching the cool pavement.
In fact, you couldn’t give any less of a fuck about anything.
Mind hazy, still tipsy from the shots your cousin had shoved in your hands, you briefly recall Donghyuck telling you that your mom had requested to bring you home—something about staying back to help clean up the venue and something about crashing out?—who the hell cares.
You let out a snort for no reason.
Maybe you should’ve brought extra shoes.
But again, you don’t care.
Donghyuck tails you, not too far behind. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, a smile playing lightly upon his lips as he watched you stumble under the lights of the venue. He knows he should be at your side in case you lose your balance, but it hadn’t even been five minutes since you declined his arm.
“You sure you don’t want to wear my shoes?”
You stop in your tracks and look back at him. It’s only now that you notice how sweaty the man was, bangs stuck to his forehead from all the dancing. This could also explain why your feet were killing you, “What shoes would you wear?”
He holds up the pair of heels dangling from his fingers, “Yours.”
You scoff and continue walking, “You in heels? Funny.”
And although your intentions were to offend Donghyuck, the smile on his face stays put, “Well, if it means you could walk comfortably, then I’d endure that pain and embarrassment.”
You roll your eyes, using all the strength in your entire body to not physically react to Donghyuck’s choice of words, “Please never say that ever again.”
“I’m serious,” he responds, “Also, I told you about bringing extra shoes.”
Donghyuck’s eyes trail further down the walkway, noting down that the parking lot was inching closer and closer. He recalls from this morning that the parking lot was sprinkled with pebbles. He frowns, “Can you please just put my shoes on?”
“I’m fine, Hyuck,” you groan, “I think that the car isn’t even far from here.”
“You’re right but…”
You hear him sigh out deeply before you hear his footsteps pick up in pace, the heels of his dress shoes clicking against the pavement. The alcohol pulls your eyes shut for just a moment, and when you finally gain control of them again, you find your best friend kneeling down in front of you, back turned towards you, “Get on.”
“Hyuck, I said I was fine,” you attempt to walk around him, but the man somehow predicts which way you’re going and scoots right in front of you.
“And I said to get on,” he orders gently, “Please.”
The ‘please’ causes you to giggle and you find yourself staring at the back of his head, dwindling on a few possible answers. His hair looks soft, like something you’d want to reach out and touch. “Don’t wanna… risk you dropping me.”
If you weren’t completely insane for your best friend, you would’ve hopped onto his back no problem. Hell, with the alcohol you felt a little bit bolder than usual, but nothing could mistake that little kick in your heartbeat telling you that if you decided to take his offer, you’d probably melt the second you make contact with him.
“I’ll throw a tantrum if you don’t,” Donghyuck threatens (was that even considered a threat?), “C’mon.”
“I hate you,” you mutter. But your actions completely contradict your words as you carefully secure yourself onto Donghyuck’s back, arms wrapping right around his neck. He follows in pursuit, hooking his arms right under your knees before he stands up. “You suck.”
“See, it isn’t so bad,” he laughs, “I’m strong. I won’t drop you.”
Your brain’s telling you to mock him back, but your words falter because you’re hit by Donghyuck’s perfume. Fuck—of course he smells good. You can’t remember a time that he didn’t.
It takes every ounce of your sobriety to not bury your face in Donghyuck’s hair.
“I actually had fun,” Donghyuck begins, referring to the wedding, “Honestly, I was scared to meet your other relatives. You always talk about them and they sound scary. But I actually had fun.”
“That’s good,” you reply quietly, almost dazed, “I’m glad you had fun.”
Your head flops onto Donghyuck’s shoulder, hair falling in front of your face and tickling his ear. His car finally comes into view and Donghyuck wastes no time to swing the door open.
“There you go, Princess,” Donghyuck jokes. He lowers you down gently, allowing you to plop into the passenger seat. Once he’s sure you’re seated, he turns around to face you, combing the mess of hair away from your face. “Comfy?”
“What if I said no?” You giggle, head falling back against the headrest.
Another sigh leaves Donghyuck’s lips and he pokes your side, “Then I’d do whatever it takes to make you comfy.”
“Quit talking like that,” you groan.
He hums, “Like what?”
The leather seat squeaks when you shift to face the other way, letting your eyes draw close.
Fatigue was definitely catching up.
I don’t know… you think, Just… like that.
And although your mind struggles to piece letters together to word how you were feeling, your heart knows exactly what you were thinking about.
Donghyuck shuts the door and his shadow crosses the light leaking through your eyelids. The driver’s door clicks open and then Donghyuck’s settling in the seat next to yours.
“Well…” You hear his foot hit the brake before he taps at the button to start the car, “Did you have fun?”
“Mmmm…” your lips form a pout, suddenly hit by the events of the wedding. You feel like you’re teetering between sobriety and intoxication, unsure whether or not you should be genuine, “Yo.”
Donghyuck raises a brow and tilts his head at you, “Yo?”
“Yes and no,” you clarify, almost as if he was supposed to know what you meant, “I had fun but didn’t.”
Again, Donghyuck’s eyebrow jerks, “Whatever you say.” He’s unsure whether he should wait for you to settle before he pulls out of the parking spot.
“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” You whine. One of your eyelids draws open, just enough to peek out at him.
He huffs, playing along, “…why?”
“I had fun because my cousin and her partner were cute and the dancing and the drinks, the games and everything…” You list, “But also, I didn’t have fun because all I could think about was the fact that I may never find the love they have.”
Your best friend lets your words sink in, trying to make sense of it while stringing together the right words to say—ones that wouldn’t give it away.
“Well, for what it’s worth, I think you will find that love you want.”
Then tears start leaking out of the corners of your eyes and Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate to reach over to wipe them away. He can’t help but laugh, watching as you’ve finally reached your crying phase, simply meaning that you’d pass out next, “Why are you crying? I’m telling you the truth, you know.”
You shrug sluggishly, “I don’t completely doubt you, Hyuckie.” Another tear slips out and you feel the pad of Donghyuck’s thumb swipe across your cheek.
“Then why are you crying?” he frowns.
“Well, what if…” you trail, “What if the love I want is with you?” You’re too far gone to even realize what you’ve just said, “I just feel like it’ll all be wrong if it wasn’t with you…”
The pounding in Donghyuck’s ears almost drown out your voice. You’re speaking so quietly that he needs to lean in to hear you.
Another tear—wipe.
“It’d be weird if it wasn’t your hand I was holding, if it wasn’t you I was waking up to, if the kisses I was getting weren't from your lips…”
Your eyes remain close and the more you speak, the more spaced out the words come out your mouth. Sober you would not believe what you were confessing to a sober Donghyuck.
“I want you to love me,” you finally confess, like saying it out loud validated all your feelings, “And everyday I feel like that’s too much to ask.”
“We should talk about this another time, Y/N.”
You groan at his response, almost as if you weren’t satisfied with his answer. But before he could get another word out, he watches as your head flops onto your own shoulder.
“Of course,” Donghyuck chuckles to himself, shaking his head. He reaches over and pulls the lever to recline your chair, letting your head fall back comfortably, “There you go… comfy…”
Donghyuck sits back in his seat and admires you for a moment, a delicate frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He wishes you weren’t drunk and saying these words, afraid that when the alcohol wasn’t running through your body, that none of them would even mean anything to you.
Because if the love you wanted was with him, he’d do anything—everything—to give it to you.
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intimately making out with haechan. hands exploring each other’s bodies while your tongues touch. and it’s especially even more intimate because you’re both nude under the sheets, chest to chest. the sound of lips smacking, soft moans, and the tv playing a movie that’s been long forgotten about.
would y'all hate me if i made another fake dating smau but with mark (maybe? or jisung? or jaem?) IM JS A SUCKER FOR FAKE DATING TROPES OKAY???? GOD FORBID A GIRL LIKES SOMETHING
NOTES: he suffers from "i love my girl" disease and they aint even tgt yet!!!!! hes gatekeeping everything abt her + pls ignore the spelling mistakes i swear i can speak english
im actually so shocked by the amount of love "watching tv" is receiving 😭 i didn't expect this amount of love. i hope you guys will continue to fw it lol
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