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Babe Watch [M]

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Fem!Reader

Collab: 90′s Love check out the Master List here!

Tags: 7.9k words, 90s!AU, Baywatch!AU, fluff, humor, semi-friends to lovers, smut. Including beach bum!Yuta & Johnny, BFF! Mark, & Lifeguard!Jaehyun.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content 18+. Protected sex (mxf), kissing, teasing, marking, oral (m/f), a little body worship, Haechan is a big simp, language, drinking (beer) on the beach.

Summary:You and Haechan both have big plans this summer. You’re going to earn yourself a spot on the infamous Baywatch team and Haechan’s deadset on getting the girl. It just so happens that both your plans intersect quite nicely.

“This is going to be the greatest summer of our lives, Markie.”

The older boy ignores him, straw hat covering his eyes whilst he lays flat out in the sand, arms crossed over his chest. Mark is here strictly for Johnny’s free beer and sleeping in the sun because that’s his idea of the perfect summer on the beach.

Haechan however had plans. Big plans.

Which also meant Mark had plans whether he liked it or not.

Haechan stretched out his legs, adjusting the sunglasses perched just above the splotch of white sunscreen on his nose and below his matching hat. The beer in his hand was almost empty but as his eyes focused on something down by the water, the bottle fell out of his grip, thudding against the sand before tipping over and spilling all over Mark’s chest.

He sat up with a shout. “What the hell, dude?!”

Haechan acted like he didn’t even hear him so Mark followed the line of sight from his friend’s point of view and groaned. “I’m gonna marry her,” Haechan giggled, the dumbest lovesick grin on his face as he stared at you from a safe distance.

“You have to talk to her before you can marry her,” Johnny quips, passing both Mark and Haechan another cold bottle.

Mark laughs, hard, and Haechan rolls his eyes, still eyeing you playing around near the water with your friends. “Hasn’t he told you his grand master plan to get her to fall in love with him?”

Johnny quirks his brow curiously and Mark continues after a long sip. “He wants to try out for the Baywatch,” He snorts and Johnny’s eyes widen in surprise, “They’re taking on new trainees and he overheard y/n is going for it. Anybody who doesn’t get cut, gets the job.”

Haechan sighs dreamily until Johnny bumps his shoulder. “Dude,” Johnny laughs, dragging Haechan’s eyes away from you, “Can you even swim?”

“Of course I can swim!” He shouts, ducking his head the moment Johnny swats for the back of it. “Listen, the plan is full proof,” He begins to explain confidently, “We’re going to be trainees together and she’s going to be super impressed with my skills and then she’ll want to talk to me and then she’ll realize how funny I am and then we’ll go on a date and she’ll fall in love with me. BOOM. Married.”

Haechan thought his plan was full proof but while he was turned away from you the one thing that could possibly throw the entire thing out the window had showed up.

Johnny and Mark both suck air through their teeth, watching over their friend’s shoulder.

Johnny lifts his sunglasses, pushing them into his hair. “I think you forgot about one thing.”

Mark lifts a hand, pointing over Haechan’s shoulder in your direction and he turns slowly, horror swiftly replacing the bold confidence that had filled him mere seconds ago.

Jeong Jaehyun. The legend. A Baywatch Prodigy.

And he’s talking to you.

And you’re smiling back.

And doing that little hair twirling thing girls do when they’re talking to someone they’re interested in or attracted to.

“Nooooo!~” Haechan nearly face-plants in the sand. “Maybe he’s just telling them to like, I don’t know, be careful. That’s his job right!? He’s just doing his-”

Jaehyun reaches out and brushes his hand against your arm as he laughs and you don’t seem to mind it one bit. Haechan wants to scream. He wants a tidal wave to suck Jaehyun up and take him out to sea, far from you.

“Got your work cut out for you, little buddy,” Johnny slaps him on the back with a laugh.

Haechan only whimpers in (mostly) emotional pain.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Mark complains, securing his swim shorts as he and Haechan stretch before the physical assessment.

Upon arrival at today’s tryouts, Haechan had been less than thrilled to find out that not only was Jaehyun present but he would be the one running the whole damn show. The initial assessment would be physical. Running, lifting, swimming. All things he could handle. Both he and Mark were relatively fit.

“Dude, you owe me and I literally never ask you for anything!” Haechan rolls his eyes but Mark scoffs loudly.

“You ask me for shit all the time!” Mark counters, kicking sand in Haechan’s direction.

The scuffle catches your attention and you snicker to yourself. You stretch your arms above your head and the commotion ceases almost immediately. It’s tempting to look over again but you’ve got bigger things to focus on.

You’ve been dreaming of landing a spot on the Baywatch team since you were a kid. It wasn’t just a summer hobby for you. The whole goal was to earn a permanent position and live out the dream, working on one of the most beautiful beaches you’d ever seen.

Cute bickering boys would have to wait.

Suddenly, someone calls your name and you turn to find Jaehyun striding toward you looking like something straight out of a movie. As if in slow motion, he shakes his head, flinging water droplets through the air before he runs his hand through his hair, slicking it backwards. Even the water rolling down his tanned, chiseled torso seems to be moving in slow motion and you swallow hard.

That is also something you do not have time for.

“Hey,” Jaehyun smiles at you kindly, “I’m glad to see you made it out today. Are you ready for the first test?”

“Shit!” Mark whispers as he grabs Haechan by the back of his swim trunks, just narrowly catching him before he face-plants in the sand again and exposes his backside in the process. “You idiot! I’m not saving you next time!”

“Why is he talking to her again?!” Haechan whines petulantly, watching you and Jaehyun converse about god knows what. All he knows is Jaehyun looks like a supermodel and you won’t stop smiling at him.

“Well, she’s hot,” Mark answers candidly, though Haechan gives him a flat look, not actually wanting his opinion, and Mark ignores him. “He’s also, like, really friendly and everyone likes him from what I hear.”

So he’s nice and attractive? Cool. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic.

“Did he save the world in a past life or what?” Haechan grumbles under his breath, dragging his eyes away from you and his now mortal enemy.

Jaehyun reaches out a hand to touch your arm but suddenly pulls it back with an embarrassed chuckle. “Sorry,” He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, “My friends always say I’m too uh...comfortable with new people sometimes. I don’t mean to, like, be in your...uh...personal space, ya know?”

He’s genuinely shy now and you can’t help but giggle into your hand. “My cousin was right about you,” You tell him and he perks up. “He said you look like a heartbreaker but on the inside…” You lean forward to whisper in secret, “Nothing but marshmallows.”

Jaehyun snorts, eyes scrunching up into cute little crescents. “I’m going to kick Doyoung’s ass for that,” He harmlessly threatens, “Keep my secret ok? People think I’m cool.”

You offer him tiny thumbs up and he grins, walking over to check on the other trainees before starting the assessments. You’re relieved to know Doyoung was right when he introduced you to Jaehyun a few weeks back to answer your rapid fire questions about being on the Baywatch team. He was very friendly and answered every little niggling question you had floating about in your brain and seemed genuinely happy to do so.

He really loved his job and maybe that’s why he’s the best. He just cares about people. He’s also in ridiculously good shape, so that’s probably is a plus.

Haechan and Mark head over to the line up, ending up third and fourth out of seven and conveniently, you’re number five. Haechan tries not to squirm as he stands next to you and you try to pretend you don’t notice but he’s so awkward about it that it’s hard not to smile.

“Are you nervous?”

Haechan’s eyes widen and he whips his head in your direction. “Pardon?”

You laugh quietly, trying not to interrupt Jaehyun’s spiel that he’s probably practiced in the mirror a thousand times. “I asked if you were nervous,” You peer over at him and he sucks in a breath too quickly, choking and sputtering on his own spit.

Oh, god. He’s so cute.

Everyone stares at Haechan and you grimace awkwardly, patting him on the back, “Don’t worry! He’s fine!” You wave them off and Mark chokes on a laugh at his friend’s expense.

You grab his hand and drag him toward the huge lifeguard tower and Haechan just follows along, trying not to trip over his own two feet and make it worse. Letting go of his hand, you dig around in your bag for your water bottle and immediately hand it over to him but he’s frozen, still wheezing and sputtering, but completely immobile.

“Oh boy,” You huff out, “Haechan, right?”

His eyes grow to full saucers and he rasps out, “You know my name?!”

Haha ha...shit. That’s right. He hasn’t actually introduced himself yet.

“Uhh...yeah,” you rack your brains for an excuse, “I overheard your friend call you that earlier.”

“Oh,” Haechan whispered, clearing his throat to no avail.

You pass him the bottle again and this time, he takes it...and then just stares at it for a minute. “It’s water! Not poison! It’s going to be our turn soon. Drink, please.”

Haechan does as he’s told and nearly drowns himself but he holds in any further irritation to please you. He hands the bottle back over and you look at him, waiting for him to swallow the huge mouthful he’s just holding in his cheeks.

He’s the cutest idiot you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“Haechan,” You urged him, eyes widening in an effort for him to get the hint.

He finally swallows it all down with a painful gulp and pants with the effort of holding his breath for so long. There’s a moment of silence where you both just stare at each other for far too long but Haechan ends it with a slight whisper.

“Donghyuck,” He says and you scrunch your eyebrows curiously. “My real name is Donghyuck but everyone calls me Haechan…”

“Donghyuck,” You repeat the name and his eyes light up when you smile. “I like it.”

Baywatch tryouts are brutal.

The physical assessment was a close call if he was being honest. The only thing that got him through the damn course was the fact that he was more or less chasing after you considering you were in the top two for the entire thing. Watching your backside and running at the same time had almost cost him a mouth full of sand on more than one occasion.

By the end of week one, he was exhausted but every time he caught Jaehyun so much as glancing in your direction he tripled his efforts. He’d never swam so much in his life and he was starting to think perhaps Mark’s plans of sleeping and drinking the summer away weren’t such a bad plan at all.

That wouldn’t get him the girl though.

“Beer,” Mark flops down in a cheap folding chair next to Johnny, his shades falling sloppily over his eyes as he holds out a hand, “Stat.”

Johnny laughs, popping the lid off another bottle and passing it over. “You guys haven’t quit yet?”

Haechan pouts, dropping heavily onto the blanket and throwing himself onto his back. “I’m not sure how much longer I’m gonna last. I’m not built for this shi-”

A shadow suddenly blocks out the sun and Haechan peeks his eyes open, scrambling up onto his elbows as stares at you in awe. Maybe he’s just a pervert but this angle, looking up at you from below….it was glorious.

You smiled down at his dopey face, “Hey, Hyuck.”

Mark and Johnny look at each other slyly. It’s been a week and you already gave him a new nickname. Perhaps things were going better than Haechan thought. The poor boy is a wreck though, trying and failing not to stare at you and Johnny’s worried he might say something stupid like, ‘step on me’, so he intervenes.

“You’re y/n, right? Trying out for the watch with Markie and Haechan? I’m Johnny.”

You turn your gaze on the long legged man, smiling in greeting before reaching your hand out politely, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Would you like to hang out with us?” Johnny asks, glancing over to Mark who nods along with a smile and Haechan who is counting backwards from one hundred in his head. “We’ve got beer and there’s plenty of room on the blanket with Channie.”

Your eyes meet Haechan’s and he grins like an excited puppy, sitting up and scooting over to make room for you. Looking over your shoulder, you can see your friends chatting with some random muscle head guys you have zero interest in entertaining and turn back around with a smile, “Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks!”

You sit on Haechan’s opposite side so you’re not right in the middle of the group and Mark digs in the cooler between him and Johnny and hands two beers to Haechan. He tips one in your direction and you nod so he opens them both and passes one over to you, blushing like a middle-schooler with a crush when you thank him.

“So,” Johnny interrupts, pulling your eyes away from Haechan to give him a moment to recover, “Tryouts end next week I hear?”

“Yeah, Jae said that they’re selecting the trainees on Friday,” You answer, taking another sip.

“So, do you like...know Jaehyun or?” Mark questions carefully and you laugh a little.

“My cousin Doyoung introduced us a few weeks back when I told him about trying out,” You tell them and Haechan visibly wilts before your eyes. You laugh again and Haechan peers over at you with curiosity clear in his features. “He’s nice and very helpful but I don’t really know him that well outside of training.”

Haechan moves to open his mouth but you beat him to it. Looking up at Johnny who seems to have packed everything you ask, “Do you have any sunscreen?”

Johnny, eternally golden and beautiful, seems to take a minute to remember what sunscreen actually is and then nods, grabbing the bottle out of his bag and handing it over. Haechan is surprised when you tap his shoulder with your free hand. “Your cheeks are starting to burn. Do you mind?”

He audibly gulps and shakes his head which makes you smile. You gently push his fluffy hair away from his face and take care to rub the sunscreen gently into his skin until all traces of the white lotion disappear. Mark and Johnny share a snicker when you pull away and Haechan refuses to move or even open his eyes.

“Is he always like this?” You giggle and Haechan’s eyes shoot open.

“Pliant? Obedient?” Mark asks while Johnny offers, “Quiet?” as another suggestion.

“Cute,” You chuckle under your breath.

Haechan’s dopey smile returns.

Three weeks later, you’re well on your way to achieving your dream of joining the legendary Baywatch team.

You, Haechan, Mark, and two other candidates made it past selection day and were named official Baywatch trainees. You were typically on shifts with Haechan and Mark which was great because they were fun to work with. The two of them constantly bickered like an old married couple but they were funny and you enjoyed being around them. So much so that you began spending time with them and their friends outside of work.

You were seated between the two of them, sharing a couple ice cream cones and listening to the radio when Johnny came over with someone you recognized only because he practically lived at the beach. The long bleached white hair was easy to recognize, even with the large straw hat, and black sunglasses hiding most of his face.

Yuta Nakamota. Local beach bum. Volleyball god.

“Hey, guys,” Johnny greets the three of you with a little wave, “Yuta’s getting teams together for a match. Any of you wanna play?”

Yuta pointedly makes googly eyes in Mark’s direction who stands with a huff, “Fine, I’m in.”

“You guys any good?” You smirk, a little challenge in your eyes that Yuta picks up with ease.

“The best you’ve ever seen, baby.”He grins confidently, “Unless you want to show us a few tricks?”

Haechan looks at you and you cock your head to the side, “Sure, we’re in.”

Yuta’s eyes drift over you a little slower than Haechan would like but when he glares at the older man, he just laughs and Haechan realizes he just answered the question Yuta was asking non-verbally. “You must be the girl Channie won’t shut up about,” He chuckles, wiggling his fingers in a teasing hello.

“Really? Good to know,” You turn over your shoulder and wink at Haechan. It does something awful to his heart rate. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure,” Yuta smirks, thrusting a hand out to help you up. You take it, but grab Haechan’s hand and pull him up with you.

The boy’s cheeks are so red it makes you giggle in adoration.

So, as it turns out, you’re super competitive.

And Haechan sucks at volleyball.

Yuta actually puts you on separate teams, much to his dismay, but he at least gets to look at you head-on which he can’t really complain about. He is however going to drown both Yuta and Johnny in the ocean for inviting the one person Haechan was hoping to not see for at least twenty-four hours.

Jaehyun is amazing at volleyball because of course he is. Why not?

Haechan tries his best to keep up but he’s got more sand in his swim shorts than a five-year-old building a sandcastle. His team isn’t bad with Yuta, the master, and Johnny who’s pretty decent at blocking but you and Jaehyun are a formidable pair.

To literally anyone, you probably look like the perfect couple.

You laugh and smile with Jaehyun throughout the match, playing off each other’s moves with perfect synchronization. Haechan almost throws up when you spike the ball and Johnny misses, causing you to jump for joy, straight into Jaehyun’s arms.

It’s like slow motion as he clutches you to his naked chest, swinging you in the circle and you raise both hands up in victory, the prettiest, brightest smile on your face. It’s the reason why he’s still so distracted that the next ball that Mark sends his way slams straight into his face and he goes down like a sack of potatoes.

The game comes to a screeching halt and everyone hovers over Haechan’s prone body but you shove your way through the thick of them, landing on your knees next to his chest. “Donghyuck?” Your voice comes out too softly and he doesn’t budge.

“Hyuck! Are you ok?” You repeat a little louder, sliding an arm under his head, prompting him to sit up somewhat against your chest for support.

His vision is a little hazy and there’s already a deep red and purple bruise forming over the bridge of his nose. The only thing he really registers is your pretty voice and the soft cushioning under the side of his head. He leans further into it, absorbing the warmth and comfort it offers.

There’s laughter around him but he can’t quite understand why. Not until he turns his face toward that softness and comes face to well...chest with the girl of his dreams. He pulls back suddenly, looking up at your face but you’re chuckling along with the rest of them. “Come on, you’re gonna need some ice for that.”

You hold out your hand and Haechan looks at it tentatively before taking it and letting you tug him up off your feet with a little help from Mark who looks like he feels terrible but not that terrible for hitting his friend. You keep his hand in your own, walking him back over to the spot you’d all taken up refuge on earlier, instructing Haechan to sit down on the blanket.

He watches quietly as you plop yourself down in front of him. Your smile is almost shy this time and he cocks his head curiously. You’re never shy around him. You’re bold and beautiful and funny and confident. He wonders why the sudden change of pace.

You reach into your bag and pull out a spare t-shirt before dipping your hand in Johnny’s cooler to steal some ice. Once satisfied you twist the material tightly to keep the ice inside and gently press it against Haechan’s nose. He winces slightly and your hand instinctively darts out to rest on his knee.

“You’re like really, really good at volleyball,” Haechan mumbles, the makeshift ice pack over his nose making his voice a little funny.

You smile at him with a bit more confidence, once he’s more familiar with. “Thanks. I played four years in school. It’s nice that there’s other people to play it with out here.”

Haechan’s lips fold into a small frown. “Yeah, like Jaehyun...he’s pretty great too,” he sighs a little sadly and you can’t help the little lift in the corner of your lips. “He’s pretty great at like...everything.”

You nod your head along slowly thinking of Jaehyun, who has definitely earned his place in your life...as your friend. Your very talented, handsome, dorky, social butterfly friend who has spent the better half of every shift you’ve trained with him talking about the girl who lives next door that he’s hopelessly in love with yet too afraid to talk to.

“He is a great guy,” You finally agreed, a small smile displayed on your lips.

Haechan is quiet for a moment before he almost whispers, “Do you like him?”

“I do like him. He’s a very good friend.”

“But like...do you want to be more than friends with him?”

His tone is still so slight, so glum as if he’s already accepted defeat.

Your grin grows wider as you pull the ice away and he looks up at you with those big beautiful eyes. “No.”

He cocks his head to the other side, lips parted as if he might protest. Perhaps he will.

“No?” He repeats and you shake your head for clarification. “How could you not? The guy is perfect!? He’s tall, handsome, talented, nice, funny, talented-”

“You said that already,” You smirk and he huffs in exasperation. “Do you have a crush on him?”

Haechan purses his lips. “If I was into dudes...yeah, I probably would. It makes no sense that you don’t.”

“Can I make it make sense for you?” You smile patiently and he sighs long and heavy.

“Yes, I suppo-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Not that he wants to. Not when you’ve leaned in and captured his lips with your own, both hands winding into his hair. He can feel you smiling into the kiss just before you pull away and he’s left speechless.

“Does that clear things up?”

Haechan has got stars in his eyes and he can barely focus on your face. He nods, then shakes his head, then nods again and you laugh at his dazed confusion. You lean in and kiss him again, still sweet like the strawberry ice cream he’d had earlier. “I like you Donghyuck. You don’t need to compete with anyone for my attention.”

Haechan’s nodding again and he feels more confident in doing so...even if his vision is still a little spotty and his nose aches like hell every time you accidentally bump against it while kissing him. He doesn’t care about any of that. You like him.

He leans forward to kiss you again but he sways on the spot and you steady him by both shoulders, concern swiftly taking over any light hearted confessions. He blinks a few times and you call his name but he laughs in an odd way.

“I think I might have a concussion.”

You stroke your thumb over the side of his cheek with a gentle smile, “Yeah, you should probably take it easy. Do you wanna come hang out at my place for a bit?”

“...your place?” He mumbles, eyes a little unfocused.

You grasp his face in both hands, peering into his eyes with concern,”Or the hospital?”

Haechan sits up further, waving off your concern, “No, no- your place is good.”

Thankfully, Johnny was nice enough to risk losing his parking space so close to sunset by giving you both a ride in his jeep. The thing had no roof or doors but it seemed safe enough and saved you both a decent walk. The house you shared with your cousin wasn’t exactly far but perhaps too far for Haechan at the present moment.

The little beach cottage was tiny and the furniture was perhaps a decade or two out of style but it was comfortable and neither of you had to pay a lick of rent so there wasn’t much to complain about. Plus, it was close enough to the beach and that was where you spent all your time anyway.

You kicked off your shoes at the door and dug the spare key out from beneath the little wilted plant near the welcome mat. Pushing through the door, you realized Haechan was still standing on the porch. You laughed to yourself, reaching out to tug at the hem of his t-shirt and pull him over the threshold.

He watches quietly as you walk around to the refrigerator and grab a small neon sticky note off the door. You smile to yourself, sticking it on the counter before looking up at him. “Doyoung is out for the night. We always leave each other notes when we go somewhere.”

“So you live here with your cousin?” Haechan asks, trying hard to remain casual.

You reach into the fridge and grab two cokes, passing one over to Haechan whilst cracking open your own. “Yeah, our grandparents bought it as a vacation home way back. Doie and I used to beg them to let us live here when we were old enough,” you chuckle at the memory and it warms Haechan’s heart. “Doyoung is three years older so he got to move in first of course and I came right after graduation a year later.”

“What’s he like?” Haechan asks curiously. In the last few weeks, he’s spent nearly every single day with you and never once has he met the beloved cousin.

“Doie’s been working a summer internship so he’s always working or studying,” You laugh, swinging around the counter to stand next to him. The proximity heats his skin in the best kind of way. “I’m actually surprised he’s taking a break and staying out tonight. Might even drag him out to the shore tomorrow when he gets back if he’s still in a good mood.”

Silence falls between you but it’s not exactly uncomfortable. It’s a little tense but not in a bad way, just in that you’re both waiting for the other to make the first move. Oddly enough, you both turn to each other at the same time, mouths open and speaking at once. You both laugh and the tension dissipates a bit.

“I was thinking maybe we can order a pizza and watch a movie on the couch? Auntie Kim got us a new VCR for Christmas last year.”

Haechan grins. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

Butterflies dance in your belly whenever he looks at you with that little smile and you spin on your heel bashfully, pointing toward your bedroom. “I’m uhh, gonna go shower really quick and get changed. I’ll grab some clothes for you to borrow and you can jump in after me if you want?”

His brain glitches momentarily. “Yes, yeah. Sure. That would be great.”

“Okay, there’s a menu for the pizza place on the fridge and the phone is over there by the window. I like Hawaiian. Order whatever you want.” You snicker to yourself when he just nods slowly and dip into your bedroom, leaving Haechan with eyes wide as saucers standing in the kitchen.

An hour later, you’re both on the couch in the living room digging into a box of pizza while MTV plays on in the background. You couldn’t care less what’s on the tv though, not when Haechan has you clutching your belly in hysterics between each bite. He’s still a bit of a stuttering mess but he grows more and more confident as you listen to him, laughing at every other word from his mouth.

“...we were in the third grade,” He huffs out a short laugh, “Mark and I were on opposing teams in dodgeball and he stole my dessert at lunch so naturally, I nailed him right in the face. He hit the ground and I got in so much trouble. The coach called my mom and I got grounded for two weeks.”

“So, today was just, long awaited revenge?” You nearly choke on a piece of pineapple and he chuckles at the look on your face.

“He’s been biding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to get me back. Knocking me flat on my ass in front of the girl I like was a little cold though,” He sucks air through his teeth, shaking his head, “Even for Mark.”

You clean your fingers off with a napkin before tucking your legs up under you and shifting on the couch closer to him. With your elbow on the back of the couch, you prop your chin on your hand and smile. “Perhaps it was, but it worked out just fine in the end.”

Haechan runs his tongue over his teeth playfully and the motion does not go unnoticed by you. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Will it implicate me on criminal charges?”

“I would never,” He grins at your joke before shifting around to mimic your position on the couch. “The only reason I even tried out for Baywatch was just so I could meet you.”

“I know,” You smile back and Haechan’s face drops. He leans back and says “What?” in the flattest tone you’ve ever heard from him. It simply makes you laugh.

“You and Mark are so loud when you argue,” You explain and he tilts his head in realization. “You know, when we had our first assessment and you asked me how I knew your name?”

“Yeah, you said you overheard Mark,” He says without missing a beat but you shake your head.

“I lied,” You smile and Haechan’s mouth pops open. “I was having lunch with Jaehyun in the cafe back when Doie introduced us. He was answering all my questions about the job when he noticed me watching out the window behind him. You were playing frisbee with your friends and Jaehyun gave me your name, said something about you being friends with his buddy Yuta. You were so cute and your laugh- I just….you were very distracting.”

Haechan’s whole world stops spinning when he absorbs what you just said. You noticed him. And Jaehyun, of all people, was the one who gave you his name. It felt like an enemies to lovers trope coming full circle because the next time he sees Jaehyun, he’s walking straight up to him and kissing him. On the lips.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He suddenly spits out and then pauses. He sounded like a middle-schooler asking you to the eighth grade dance. “I mean like, do you wanna date...me?”

You let your hand fall upon his forearm and scratch your nails lightly against his skin. “Hyuck,” You whisper, a playful smile on your lips, “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

His smile is blinding and with the glow of the tv illuminating the side of his face in the dark room, you hadn’t thought he could be anymore beautiful but you always thought the same when his pretty golden skin was glittering under the sun.

“Can I kiss you?”

His voice is so soft, so sweet, that your eyes flutter shut at the sound. He boldly reaches a hand up to your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek tenderly. When your eyes open again, he’s still waiting patiently, tracing over the bridge of your nose, the slope of each individual eyelash. A smile overtakes your lips as you lean into him.

“Yes,” You breathe, lips almost touching his and he keens from the temptation, “You can kiss me anytime you want. You don’t have to ask anymore, okay?”

Haechan nods slowly, entirely entranced by your voice and the fact that his lips hover mere centimeters from yours. When you push closer, he sighs in relief, but you don’t kiss him just yet and he doesn’t dare move. You press your lips against his cheek and his lids drop. You kiss his jaw and his hand moves to your thigh, still tucked against the couch cushions. When you kiss his lips he loses all sense of control.

One second you’re teasing him with light touches and soft kisses and the next he has you pinned on your back, wicked lips attached to your throat in a way that makes your whole body shudder with excitement. His kisses are hot, wet, and leave a trail from your jaw to your collar bones hidden beneath your loose t-shirt that he’s accidentally stretched the collar of in his haste to reveal more skin for marking.

“Hyuck,” You whimper beneath him, hands roaming over his back. “Try not to leave too many marks,” You giggle when his teeth nip below your ear in protest. “I work in nothing but a swimsuit, I can’t be covered in hickies.”

Haechan pulls back with a pout and you cup both of his cheeks adoringly. How can he be so cute when he’s spent the past few minutes worshiping your skin, hard as a rock against your thigh? Everything he says and does sucks you in like a vortex.

His eyes light up with an idea and he smiles down at you. “I’ll just have to leave them in places they can be hidden then.”

The rush of arousal is almost dizzying as you register his proposal. “There’s not a whole lot it actually hides.”

“Baby,” Haechan tests lightly and you hum, approving the pet name, “With all due respect, I’ve studied every inch of you in that red suit and I can do a lot with a little.”

He looks smug for all of three seconds until you cock one eyebrow up at him and he stutters, “That’s n-not what I was referring to!”

Your grin is wicked when he sighs, realizing you’re just teasing him. “Wanna skip the movie and go to my room?”

Haechan can only nod, several times more than necessary. Yes, he wants to go to your room. He’s still trying to work out whether this is a dream or not. Maybe the ball hit him harder than he thought and he’s half unconscious making kissy faces in the ER while you and all his friends laugh at him.

You grab his hand and easily tug him off the couch, giggling at the dazed expression he’s yet to lose the entire time he’s been here. He follows you obediently until you’re standing in front of the bed. One, two, three kisses later Haechan shakes his head, realigning his thoughts in order to speak.

He suddenly drags Doyoung’s shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor, “How do you feel about oral?”

The question throws you off and you stutter unexpectedly. “Oh...I don’t mind giv-”

Your words are cut off with a shriek of surprise when you topple backwards on your small mattress and Haechan’s standing over you with a smirk that’s never really been directed at you before. You like it. “That’s not what I meant.”

His hands find purchase on your hips, toying with the waistband of your shorts and you stare up at him in shock. He nods slowly, mouthing the answer he hopes you agree with. “Yeah?”

You nod in response and he doesn’t waste another second before hooking his fingers in and pulling your shorts and underwear off in one swift movement, tossing them on your dresser without looking.

His eyes are glued to you. The holy grail. His reason for living and breathing, if he was feeling dramatic.

Like a man witnessing a life altering miracle he drops to both knees almost painfully and crawls closer, hands immediately gripping your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed. There’s no warning whatsoever when he dives between your thighs and worships your core much in the same way he had done to your throat earlier.

You can hear him sigh and moan against you as he devours you completely, pushing you quickly over the edge with the way he closes his pretty lips around you and sucks hard. His dazed laughter is barely audible as you cry out in bliss, vision blurring with the shock of an unexpected orgasm.

His smile is that of a Cheshire cat, lids heavy and seductive. The boy who stutters every time he speaks to you, eyes wide in wonder, takes a back seat to this version of Haechan and it’s another side to him that makes you want him more than anything you’ve ever wanted in life.

“That was…” Again your words are stolen from your very breath as his eyes drop to your core once more. Biting into his bottom lip, you watch him take two fingers and glide them through the wetness of your folds and bring them to his lips.

His eyes roll back as he tastes you once more, cleaning his fingers completely with that wicked wandering tongue. His hum of appreciation is what gets you.

He’s too busy savoring the last remnants of you that he misses you peeling off your shirt, no bra beneath. Not until your fingers are slipping into the cotton shorts slung around his hips and pushing them to the ground. His eyes widen and drop to your hand around his cock, stroking slowly.

“May I?” You ask, voice sticky sweet as you peer up at him beneath your lashes.

His head drops back for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of you touching him before he looks back down at you. “Please feel free to do anything..and I mean anything that you want with me.”

You grin, pushing him back just far enough to slip down into a crouch in front of him using the side of the bed as support. The sight of you looking up at him, looking like the very definition of sin with his cock in your ever attentive hand, it nearly takes him out but he’d be damned if he passed out and got sent to the hospital the first time you offer to blow him.

He actually whines when you press a kiss to the head of his cock and you look up at him in surprise. He meets your eyes but his expression does not change, he’s too far gone, melted into a little puddle in the palm of your hand and you love him for it.

“You’re just full of surprises,” You mumble, lips teasing over his soft skin.

He huffs out a laugh that feels more like a full body shudder when you finally wrap your lips around him, enveloping him in your hot mouth. His hand falls to the top of your hair and instead of grabbing or pulling like you might have expected, he just keeps it from falling in your face as gently as he can.

Another surprise, how long he can hold out.

You know he’s been close, more than once, but he won’t give and you realize he’s waiting. You blowing him is more like sweet torture because Haechan’s got this unspoken vow to not come for whatever reason. You pull off him with a pop and raise up on shaky legs, sitting back on the bed.

“Are you edging yourself on purpose?” You cock your head to the side and his own lolls forward, muscles loose.

He scrunches his eyes hard before opening them. “I don’t want it to be over.”

That makes you laugh. “I feel like you have no idea how cute you actually are.”

His lips quirk up into a little smirk as he crawls over you. “I feel like you have no idea how much power you have over me.”

“It looks to me like you’re the one on top right now,” You counter, a matching smirk painted on your pretty lips.

Haechan shrugs his shoulders, “I like to switch it up. Keep it interesting.”

You can most definitely work with that.

Haechan wants to lean in and kiss you but you wiggle to the side and dig around in the drawer of your side table. When you procure a condom, his confusion clears up. He takes the gold packet from between your fingers and sits up on his knees, tearing the condom open with his teeth.

Thank god he did it right this time. When Johnny had taught him a few years back, he ripped eight condoms consecutively before he could get it right. He would absolutely die right this second if he did that again. Especially in front of you.

“Neat party trick,” You giggle and he returns the laugh as he rolls the condom over his length.

“Thanks,” He huffs, “Never actually got to use it in practice.”

It’s hard not to laugh at his comment, especially when he covers you again, tickling your waist and nipping at your throat. When you both calm down again Haechan experimentally drags his cock through your folds and you release an airy breath like music to his ears.

He meets your eyes and you nod giving him permission to push forward. You have to coach yourself to relax because he’s thicker than you thought, even with having him in your mouth earlier. He pulls back a bit, readjusting his angle carefully and slides home. He stills, gently pulling your thigh up and around his hip.

“You feel like a fucking dream,” He groans, face falling in the crook of your neck. He pulls back and thrusts into you smoothly. His lips meet yours in a soft kiss, contradictory to the deep, powerful stroke he employs to break you apart piece by piece. Your face scrunches up, eyes shut tight when he finds your sweet spot.

He quickly notes the change in your breathing, increasing rapidly, and fuck. Your face alone is enough to make him come. His dream girl, looking like there are little stars dancing around the crown of their pretty little head, moaning out his name over and over. You’re on the edge and it’s all because of him.

Haechan knows you’re coming before you even vocalize it, reading the erratic contracting of your body around him and when you still, lips parted, eyes closed, he empties himself into the condom with a long groan. You’re both panting hard and he rolls off of you gently to let you breathe, not trusting his shaking arms to hold him off of you.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You laugh after a moment and Haechan snorts out a yes.

You roll over on your side to look at him with a soft smile. “I have a huge crush on you.”

“Is that so?” He grins, accepting a tired kiss.

“Mhm,” You hum, “You weren’t the only one on ‘Babe Watch’.”

Haechan sits up and throws his arms in the air, as expected. “Holy shit! Mark told you, didn’t he?! I’m going to drown him!”

“So I can land a boyfriend only to have him arrested for murdering his best friend? I think not,” You deadpan and he groans.

You sit up and climb out of bed and there’s a whine of surprise behind you. You turn around to see those big puppy dog eyes again and smile, “Come on. Let’s go clean up.”

Haechan takes your hand and his grip is a little tight. You look down at it and back up, smiling when you ask, “Would you like to stay the night?”

Doyoung’s had the longest fucking night.

The party he got dragged out to sucked. His friends got trashed, Jungwoo needed a babysitter all night, and the girl he met puked on his shoes. The music was shit, the radio had to be replaced not once but twice after the speakers busted, and he had to sleep next to Taeyong the entire night to make sure he didn’t simply pass away in his sleep or wake up in the middle of the night with alcohol poisoning.

He unlocked the front door and saw your shoes there, not noticing the second set that did not belong to him. The house was quiet but it was only nine am so you were probably still asleep. He was starving though so he wandered over to your room to wake you up for food.

Pushing the door open, he’s immediately met with Haechan’s fully nude backside laying flat out in your bed. The scream that erupts from his lips surely must wake the entire neighborhood and poor Haechan rolls right off the bed and hits the floor with a thud. He sits up with a start and stares at the stranger in the doorway.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Doyoung screams.

Haechan froze, barely having half a mind to cover his dick and he forgets his name. Truly he can’t remember a single syllable. Can’t even recall a single letter nor what it may rhyme with. Who the fuck is he? It’s an existential question.

“Doie! Shit- He’s my boyfriend!” You hurriedly exclaim, clutching blankets to your own naked body. You never typically sleep nude but you may or may not have gone another round after the showers and decided to forego clothing all together.

“Boyfriend?!” He shrieks, “Since when do you have a boyfriend?!”

“HAECHAN!”

Both you and Doyoung look down at the naked boy with wide eyes and Haechan wilts under your confused stares. “My name...it’s Haechan,” He explains, slowly and carefully getting to his feet whilst maintaining cover with a carebear he found abandoned on the floor. He holds out a hand to Doyoung and the older man stares at it.”Uhh...It’s actually Donghyuck, Haechan is a nickname so like you can-”

Doyoung steps back and eyes the two of you for a moment before turning his gaze on you alone. “Both of you put some pants on. Let’s go get breakfast.”

With that, he closes the door and Haechan meets your gaze. “Is he going to kill me?”

Your eyes move to linger on the door and you laugh. “No, he’s going to feed you. That means he likes you.”

Relief floods Haechan’s body and he’s bold enough to make a joke. “Bet it was my cute ass.”

“I’VE SEEN BETTER.”

You snort loudly and Haechan’s eyes nearly bug out hearing Doyoung’s voice echo throughout the house. You ruffle his hair and send him an apologetic grin as you whisper, “Sorry, thin walls.”

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