Your eyes snapped across the room as soon as you heard a laugh come from Donghae, watching as he typed away at his phone. He had no idea that you were watching him until he glanced up from his phone, the smile on his face still wide, eyes bright as he met yours which were full of confusion.
“You’ve got to see this,” Donghae told you as he stood up from where he was sat at the table in front of his laptop, walking around the room to get to you.
You shuffled along the sofa slightly to make room for Donghae as he held his phone out for you to take, noticing that he was at the top of a news article posted just an hour ago.
Your heart immediately raced as you began to scroll, especially as you noticed your name in the title. Yet, as you kept reading, you noticed exactly what had made the headlines with screengrabs of the latest Super Junior video posted of Donghae passing his jacket onto you.
“It seems that production caught the two of us in the background of their interview with Heechul on the set of the music video shoot,” Donghae laughed, “and the journalists are loving it too.”
Your head shook in disbelief as you scrolled all the way down to the bottom expecting some negativity, which never arrived. As you passed Donghae’s phone back across to him, you couldn’t understand what you had read, it was positive, for once.
“All I did was give you my coat because you were cold,” Donghae smirked, “and now all the entertainment papers are portraying me to be some sort of hero boyfriend.”
“How have you managed to make yourself look so good without meaning to be caught?”
Donghae’s shoulders shrugged as he glanced down at his phone as it vibrated, noticing a message come through in his group chat with the boys. You had no idea what it said, but as Donghae began to crack up again, you were pretty sure that you had a good idea.
After reading through, Donghae handed his phone to you again, allowing you to read through the messages that he was exchanging with all of the boys.
“Heechul’s not happy that we’ve ended up taking the attention away from him,” Donghae proudly grinned as he pointed to Heechul’s message on his phone, “he says next time he sees the two of us he’ll be sure to get some sort of revenge.”
After getting to the bottom of the chat, you handed Donghae his phone back once more as more messages came through, with the boys all impressed with how Donghae had subtly shown himself.
“You should read some of these, some of the comments are calling me perfect.”
Your eyes widened, refusing to believe Donghae until he showed you some of the comments, with several fans all expressing how jealous they were of you.
“I wish that Donghae gave my boyfriend tips on how to look after me,” you read through yet another one, scoffing underneath your breath.
You could tell as soon as you looked across at Donghae that he was enjoying the attention that he was getting from fans and journalists alike. The clip itself was only a few seconds long, with the two of you well hidden in the background, but his eagle-eyed fans had managed to clock the two of you perfectly together.
“Hyukjae wants me to post something about D and E,” Donghae soon laughed.
“Is promotion all he thinks about?”
Your eyes rolled at how typical it was of Hyukjae, encouraging Donghae to make the most of the attention he was getting to remind people of the two of them, earning himself plenty of complaints in the chat as the other seven wondered where their promotion was.
“I can’t believe you’ve managed to do this.”
“This is hilarious,” Donghae replied to you, “I mean I literally gave you my coat, some people are calling me Superman now.”
As happy as you were for the two of you to have a nice headline written about the two of you for a change, the smile on Donghae’s face soon began to get on your nerves. He was loving his role, mainly because for once he had the chance to tease the others for a change rather than allow them to tease Donghae.
“How long are you going to bang on about this at rehearsal tomorrow?”
Donghae’s eyes looked across to you as you spoke, “I will talk about nothing else and make sure that everyone at the company has read the article.”
“If one of them punch you tomorrow, it’s your fault.”
He couldn’t get enough of teasing the boys, showing you every single time when a frustrated message came through from one of the boys, which Donghae could joke in reply to you.
None of the boys could believe that their quiet member had managed to get the best headline out of all of them in sixteen years. For all the variety shows, and music show appearances they made, it was the simple act of giving a coat away that had given Donghae bragging rights over them.
“Do you think we could get this article printed actually?” Donghae asked you, “I want to give all of the boys their own copy tomorrow so that they don’t forget this.”
Your eyes could only roll at just how much Donghae was enjoying himself. “You know that they’ll get you back if you do anything like that. It already sounds like Heechul is on the verge of a breakdown having missed out on the attention because of you.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off of his phone screen, no matter how hard he tried. Donghae was obsessed with the article to say the least, basking in all the compliments that came his way and the praise that he was receiving for being such a good boyfriend to you.
“I guess I should feel lucky that I get to call superman my boyfriend,” you laughed across at him.
“You definitely should,” Donghae immediately agreed, “there are hundreds of fans in the comments right now wishing that they were in your shoes and wishing that they were able to get given my jacket from me.”
Your head shook as Donghae scrolled through some of the comments once again, reading out his favourites. Each comment that he read made him smugger and smugger, never seeing him as confident as he was right now.
To be recognised for being such a good boyfriend meant the world to Donghae, touched to have proven to everyone just how much he cared about you.
“I think from now on you should just tell everyone that I’m your hero,” Donghae suggested, “it seems to be what the article implies after all.”
“There is no way that I am introducing you as my hero.”
A loud intake of breath came from him, “if it wasn’t for me you would have been freezing cold during that shoot, but I came and saved you from the cold.”
“You gave me your coat,” you laughed, “I’m pretty sure that if I’d asked any of the boys for their coat, they would have said yes.”
“Just admit that I’m your hero,” Donghae teased, “there’s no need to be shy about it, we all need rescuing sometimes.”
Your head shook, “you’re enjoying this far too much, look at your smile.”
Hey, could you do #46 on your 50 kisses thing for Donghae, please? Thanks love❤️
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Kiss #46 - When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead - Donghae
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The honeymoon phase was very much in full effect for you and Donghae, and Super Junior were enjoying teasing the pair of you.
You had tagged along to a schedule of theirs and were glued to your boyfriends's side in the dressing room.
"Ugh, stop flaunting your relationship," Shindong complained.
"We are just sitting next to each other," you countered, but Donghae saw an opportunity to tease the members further.
He simply leaned in and pecked your cheek. Giggling as the rest of the group groaned or gagged, you returned the kiss. As you enjoyed the reactions you were getting, you continued to peck little kisses all over his face. Donghae adorably scrunched his face up, wrinkling his nose and closing his eyes as your onslaught continued.
When you finally pulled away, you cupped his face between your hands. "You do realise doing that just makes you look cute and even more kissable, right?"
Instead of answering, he screwed his face up again and you gently kissed the tip of his nose.
"Donghae, please just stop," Kyuhyun interrupted, reminding you that you that you were actually in a room with other people.
Smiling sheepishly, you stopped kissing your boyfriend, choosing instead to snuggle into his side.
🤔 let me think. What about a little blurb with Donghae doing your own chocolate for easter🍫
"No, you have to mix it all together," you laughed. "And don't forget the cocoa powder!" You watched the way he clumsily mixed together the ingredients that filled the bowl in his arms. The powdered ingredients dusted up, causing him to make a face and sputter.
Donghae held his hand toward his nose, facing away from the food items laid out on the counter and carefully placing the bowl down. "This is a detriment to my nostrils," he said, trying hard not to sneeze.
You took the bowl from him and carried out mixing it yourself. You heard a faint sneeze and looked up just in time to see him coming back into the kitchen, a tissue in hand as he wiped his nose clean. "Wash your hands anyway," you joked.
He did as told, giving you an amused smirk. He dried his hands as he watched you concentrate on your task. He enjoyed seeing you happy doing something so simple, so mundane and away from the business of his career and livelihood. It was little moments like this that he enjoyed the most.
After you finally poured your mix into a pan, you shoved it into the fridge and turned around to face him. The proud look on your face as you put your hands on your hips made him chuckle. "And that's how you do it," you muse. "Nice mixing there, Mr. Flawless."
He blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes playfully. "Hey, Ms. Flawless. You have something on your face." Donghae pulled you closer by your hand. He licked his thumb and wiped off the smudge of chocolate across your cheek.
"Ew!" You tried to pull away, laughing in both disgust and content. "Don't be gross."
Donghae looked at you in shock. "I kiss you everyday. How is this gross?"
You shrug, wrapping your arms around him. "Maybe you have to kiss me to remind me."
A/N.: The idea of Dad!Donghae sounded too cute not to write so I had to do this kinda long drabble. Also inspired by D&E's Now Naver radio show where Donghae talked about [spoiler] The Little Mermaid 🥺
Genre: fluff, extremely cute family fluffy drabbleWarnings: -
"Hey, princess!" Donghae's cheerful voice greeted you over the phone. "I'm sorry I couldn't reply your texts, I got caught up at work. You wanted to talk to me?"
"Hi, sweetie! I was going to ask you to pick Haru at the daycare 'cause I'm trapped at work too, but took you too long so I called your mom since she's in town."
"I'm so sorry, princess, really." his tone went low and you knew he would tear up if you didn't interrupt him. "Damn, I should've-"
"Donghae-ah, it's ok, she's with your mom, don't worry, sweetie."
"But I should've been there to pick her up, Y/N!"
"You were trapped at work too, my love, don't worry. I wanted to ask you to pick her with your mom because I'll still be here for a while..."
"No problem, I'll go right now. See you at home?"
"Of course. And Donghae, don't give her sugar in the evening, ok? She won't sleep if you do."
"Not even a piece of chocolate?" he pleaded. You knew him too well at this point, you knew he was pouting over the phone. Maybe a piece of chocolate wouldn't hurt...
"Ok." you answered with a sigh and he giggled. "Don't give her too much! Otherwise you'll be staying up all night if she feels sick!"
"It's fine, princess, I got it all covered. Love you."
"Love you too." you hung up with a smile and went back to your work.
As you were busy and getting a migraine from work issues, Donghae was getting back home with your daughter, both giggling and excitedly making plans.
"How was my baby girl's day today?" he asked, putting her on the floor.
"It was amajing daddy!" the little one answered, running around the house.
"Haru-ah, your shoes!" Donghae called, making the little girl come back running and kick her outdoor shoes away. "Baby, that's not how we take off shoes. Come here, let's pick them up and put on the slippers."
The three-year old girl muttered an "ok" before Donghae changed her shoes and then sprinted back inside the house. He smiled to himself and followed her, grabbing her in his arms, winning a loud giggle and a soft yelp from her.
"Daddy, where's mommy?" Haru asked, plopping on the sofa and shaking her little legs energetically.
"Mommy is still working, baby." he said and she pouted. "Don't worry, sweetie, she's coming. Why don't I give you a bath and we find something to do while we wait for mommy?"
"Can we watch a princess movie?!"
"Of course we can." Donghae answered, taking her by the hand and guiding her to the bathroom. "You can choose whichever you want and daddy will watch with you."
Donghae was really dedicated to his father role in the house, truly committed to being his tiny princess's hero, which meant he'd do anything - from sorting out her mess to giving her a bath, dressing and combing her hair, singing and telling stories to her as he did so.
"Daddy, sing the rain song!" she pleaded with those beautiful eyes - she had his eyes.
"Not now." Donghae chuckled, finishing drying her hair. "Now you'll go to the living room and pick a movie for us and daddy will get us something delicious to eat, ok? You're ready for your mission?"
"Ye!"
"Ok, now go!" he sent her off with a smile and watched as his baby ran around the halls.
"Are you going to take too long?" he texted you.
"Not much, I'm almost done here. Why?"
"We're going to watch a movie and she has called for you already. Hurry up and join us for movie night, princess, we miss you"
"I'm coming." you typed back, grinning to yourself.
As you tried to get off work, Donghae and your daughter settled in front of the TV, putting on a load of Disney Princess's movies. A lot of toys were scattered on the rug where Donghae was sitting as his little one played with his hair and attempted to sing every single song on the movie.
"Daddy, Elsa can build snow doggies?" Haru asked, placing a tiny pink ribbon on a strand of his hair.
"I bet she can."
"She can build a snowman, she can build a snowdog too, right?"
"That sounds like a talk you should have with uncle Heechul." Donghae chuckled and Haru stared at him sternly.
"Uncle Chul know more about Elsa and her powers?"
"He surely does." Donghae tickled her, making her laugh louder than the movie.
"Can I call him? I wanna talk about Elsa!"
"Later, ok? Uncle Heechul is at work."
"Why is everyone at work?" Haru pouted. "Nobody wanna play with me..."
"Oh, no, sweetie, people work, it's normal. Sometimes we need to wait a little longer to play, but it doesn't mean they don't want to." she was still pouting, so Donghae kissed her tiny hands. "We'll wait for mommy and then we can call uncle Chul, ok? Don't you want to play with dad anymore? I'll let you style my hair again."
She picked another pink ribbon as Donghae put on another movie, slowly improving her mood - he even let her eat chocolate, which made her forget about adults working instead of giving her attention.
"Daddy, you have a faborite princess?" she asked, glueing her eyes on the screen.
"It's favorite, sweetie."
"Daddy, you didn't answer." he laughed.
"I do, baby."
"Which one?" her eyes were now glued on him, making him weirdly shy.
"The Little Mermaid..." he whispered, making a grin appear on Haru's tiny face.
"She has a really red hair! And a fish! Daddy, you like her because the fishes? And the sea? Your name means sea, right?" Donghae smiled at her.
"That's exactly why. But I do have two other favorite princesses in the whole world. Do you know who?"
"Is it me and mommy?" her eyes sparkled and he squeezed her in his arms.
"Yes, princess, it's you and mommy. You're both my favorite princesses ever." Donghae kissed her cheek. "And I love you both so much."
Haru giggled, softly kissing his chin and snuggling on his neck. "Love you daddy."
Donghae sighed blissfully. "What about you, baby, who's your favorite princess?"
The talk went on and on as they jumped between movies, debating serious questions such as why Dory is blue and yellow and how birds fly but can't breath under water. When you arrived home, you found Donghae snoozing on the sofa with Haru on his chest, the TV showing the credits from Zootopia and the lights turned off.
"Hey there." you whispered, walking in. The sound of your voice startled Donghae and he shined you a sleepy smile, tapping softly on Haru's back.
"Haru-ah, wake up. Guess who's here?" she lifted her head, gazing on your direction, her eyes going wide when she finally saw you.
"Mommy!" she yelled, stumbling over Donghae's body, making him groan in pain, to jump into your arms.
"Hi, sweetie." you took her, filling her cheeks with kisses. "How was your day with dad?"
"We watched princess movies!"
"Did you, really? Did you enjoy it?"
"She certainly did." Donghae approached you with his hair tied in a million pink laces and you giggled as he leaned in to peck your lips softly. "Hi, princess."
"Hi, my love."
"Mommy! Can we call uncle Heechul now?" Haru antsy asked in your arms and you frowned.
"Call Heechul?" you looked to Donghae, expecting an answer.
"She wants to talk about Elsa..."
You laughed, kissing her cheek again.
"We sure can." you said, hoping Heechul hadn't gone drinking after tapping today. "Let mommy take a shower and then we'll call uncle Chul."
Haru left out an "yay" as you put her down and Donghae smiled at you.
"Did you enjoy your movie night?" you asked, caressing his arms.
"Of course. Every moment I get to spend with her is memorable." he hugged you. "She reminds me of you."
"Does she?"
"She's tiny and curious and gets sad if people don't give her attention." you laughed, softly hitting him.
"I don't do that."
"You do. And I love you for that. And I love her for that too."
"I love her for that too." you smiled, kissing his chin.
"C'mon, let's call Heechul hyung and ask about Elsa."
You stand in the kitchen of your apartment stirring a pot of soup on the stove. You happily dance on the spot while listening to your favourite songs coming out of the bluetooth speaker on the counter.
Your boyfriend Donghae had phoned you a couple of hours ago saying that he had to stay at work quite late today and that it has been a hard day. You would try anything to cheer up your loving and sweet boyfriend so you decided to try and cook him something special for when he gets home. You knew that he loved to eat seaweed soup so you figured this was an ample opportunity to try and make it for him. After searching up a couple recipes you got the gist of what to do. You headed straight to the supermarket to purchase the necessary ingredients and made a start after returning home.
Dipping a spoon into the pot you put it in your mouth to taste your creation. Hmmm, not quite right. You toss in a couple more spices and mix them in. Tasting it again you notice a slight improvement but still feel like there is something missing. Ah, the garlic! You find the garlic cloves and chop them up before adding them into the soup. After a couple minutes of stirring you taste once more and are taken by surprise as it’s actually quite good.
You leave the soup to simmer and you try and tidy up the place. It’s not that bad but you wouldn’t want Donghae to come home and for there to be mess everywhere. Knowing him he’d try and do chores even after having had a gruelling day at work. You just want him to put his feet up and let you take care of him.
You happily sweep the floor and remove the clutter before setting the table. Wanting to make the place look warm and inviting you dim the lights and place a couple candles in the centre of the table.
A few moments later you hear the sound of the front door opening and shutting. You turn around to see your gorgeous boyfriend. He removes his coat and hangs it up on the rack. You can tell from his posture and eyes that he is tired but he gives you a warm smile and gives you a hug as he greets you. “Wahhh, it smells so good in here. Have you been cooking?” He says as he releases you from his embrace. “Yes, I made you some soup. I hope you think it tastes as good as it smells.” you admit. “I’m sure it will” he says with a big smile.
He walks over to look at the pot. “Babe, this looks amazing. You didn’t have to do all this. We could’ve just ordered some takeaway food” he says looking guilty. “It’s no problem. I wanted to make you something special. I know you mentioned how much you love seaweed soup. I’ve never made it before but I wanted to try for you because I love you so much. I know you’ve had a tough day and I wanted to make you something nutritious and-“ you stop rambling as he plants a kiss on your forehead. Donghae cups the sides of your face with his hands and gives you that beautiful smile that makes your heart melt. “Thank you, my love” he says sincerely.
After changing into more comfortable clothes, Donghae reappears and takes a seat at the table where you’d already placed a glass of water for him and some cutlery. You place a bowl of the fresh soup in front of him and one for yourself as you sit across from him. Feeling anxious about his reaction your fingers slide up and down your thighs. He puts a generous spoonful into his mouth and makes a sound of delight, making you secretly sigh in relief. “Mmmmh, woahhh. It’s seriously delicious” he says and you beam from across the table. He eats another spoonful as you try some yourself. “Really, it’s so good. 5 stars” he jokes giving you a thumbs up. You just laugh and say “I’m so glad you like it.”
Shortly after enjoying your meal you head to bed since it’s late in the night. You snuggle close to your boyfriend under the covers. He holds you close to his chest and strokes your hair, thinking he’s the luckiest man alive for having such a beautiful and caring girlfriend.
Summary | You’re beautiful. Every man wants to know and to have you. But you are broken and alone. What if one day the man who broke you comes back and asks for forgiveness because he finally knows what he feels about you?
Genre | Angst, Smut, Drama, Romance, Fluff
Main Characters | Donghae x Reader | Jimin x Reader
Author’s Note | I want to thank my co-ARMY Pied Piper and the future readers of this story!
*Flashback*
"I love you, Donghae..." You confessed your true feelings to the person you love for so long and he stares at you with a surprised look in his eyes. A long moment of silence filled between the two of you. You were in a five star restaurant with Donghae. He took you out to dinner to celebrate his promotion at work, as he was promoted to a higher position and you find this is a good opportunity to confess your feelings to him. You thought it might make him even more happy but turns out not what you expected.
The silence is suffocating you that tears fell from your eyes as you waited for Donghae's answer. "I...I'm..." you stuttered, "I'm sorry, Y/N." Donghae cut you off. His eyes are focused on the ground, and slowly he look you in the eye, "There's someone that I already love." Donghae confessed, you felt your heartbeat raced, a loud sound banging inside your head making you confused of what you just heard. "What?" You asked, tears keep falling from your eyes, you felt like a knife stabbed your heart inside from the pain you are feeling right now. "Please don't cry. I love you Y/N but not the same way you feel towards me. We've been best friends since high school and you know how much you mean to me." Donghae's eyes are starting to get teary, he hates seeing you cry and it hurts him that he's the cause of the pain you are feeling right now.
"It's okay." You said, "It's okay." you chuckled and wiped your tears, you sniff and took a deep breath. "I'm happy for you." You smiled at him but Donghae can see right through you. What he see is a sad smile on your face. "Y/N please." He tried to reach for your hand so he can hold you and comfort you but you move your hand away and it hurt Donghae even more. It's the first time that you want to step away from him. From your best friend's embrace. From his embrace. "I have to go now." You said while not looking at him, and it worried him that this might be the last time he'll see you but he hope not. "Please stay, Y/N. We can talk about this." He pleaded and he finally reached your hand, "Please." He begged, you nodded so he can stop pleading you, "Can I use the restroom instead?" You smiled, "Sure." He said, but Donghae suddenly felt anxious when you left him alone on the table, he felt that you might not be coming back. He was about to stand up and follow you but he decided not to.
You look at yourself in the mirror, you felt horrible and broken. You take deep breaths and fix yourself up and went to the door, before you fully leave the restroom, you looked at Donghae and you see him busy with his phone. You took the chance to leave the place without saying goodbye to him.
You're outside the restaurant and continue walking in a fast pace without knowing where you are headed because all you want is to get away from him and away from the pain.
Donghae almost finished his meal, he looked at the empty seat in front of him, he checked his phone and 10 minutes has passed since you went to the restroom. He looked at the door of the ladies room but people are coming in and out normally. He checked his phone to look for your number and pressed the call button,
"The number you have dialed is unattended. Please leave a message after the beep."
Panic rushes through Donghae's body, he's getting anxious because it means you left without saying a word to him. He quickly placed the bill on the table and left the restaurant. He kept dialing your phone number but no luck. He went to your place but you're not home.
That's how you ended your connection with Donghae.
No closure is the closure.
You stayed away from him for 3 years.
*Present*
"Finally, I found you." Donghae said, and you feel the relief in his voice. "Donghae?" You wondered, and you see he is holding a bouquet of flowers and you noticed they are carnations. Your favorite flower.
He still knows.
"May I come in?" He asked, you blinked your eyes several times, waking yourself up from spacing out and you finally looked him in the eye, "Ah yeah, sure." You step aside to let him in and you close the door, Donghae removed his shoes before going further to your living room, he looked around and he saw the photos above your fireplace. Photos from your childhood with your family, to high school, to college and to your work. He noticed he was not there in any of the photos displayed and he suddenly felt sad.
You already knew what he's feeling right now, "Um, have you eaten already?" You asked, he turn around to face you, "No, not yet. Um, here." He handed over the bouquet to you, "Carnations. Your favorite." He smiled, that warm smile of his has swooned you again and you know deep inside how much you missed his smile. You took the bouquet nervously, "Oh thank you." You said, "I'll just put this in a vase." You left him in the living room and went to the kitchen to find a vase. While you were checking the cabinets, Donghae roam around in the living room.
He go near the wide glass window of your home, looking at the vast skyline of the city. He was observing the things in your place, he noticed your taste in furniture has changed, the color you always mention to him that you like cannot be seen in your home and he realized how much you've changed. But did you really changed?
"Found it!" You said, you went back to the living room to place the vase with the flowers on your center table. Donghae just looks at you like he is longing for your presence. He missed you. You suddenly felt awkward with the way he stares at you, "Um, you said you haven't eaten. I'm cooking some dinner, do you want some?" You asked, "Yeah, I would love to." He replied, and there it is again, his warm smile that melts your heart but you ignored it. "Okay, I'll just finish preparing it."
The preparation is done and you're putting plates and utensils on your dining table, Donghae came in, "Looks good." He's excited to taste your cooking again, he take a seat and you both started eating, "This is good, Y/N." He took five rounds already of the food you cooked, he loved it so much. Missed it rather.
As you see him busy eating you wanted to ask him a question. "Donghae..." You said, and he looked at you with his mouth full with food and with those sweet eyes of his, "Hm?" He hummed in question, "Why did you come here? You said you finally found me..." You asked, Donghae swallowed the food and drink some of the water near him. He looked you in the eye, with his eyes filled with sadness, pain and longing for you.
"I missed you. I wanted to see you. I needed to see you." he said and you felt the tone of his voice is sweet and filled with warmth, like it's hugging your entire body. "Ever since that day happened, I became lost. I asked myself every day why I let that happened. Why I let you leave." This time Donghae is sad, remembering that day hurt him like his heart was pierced through. "I worked hard, I hired investigators to look for you. 3 years of no luck and here you are. Right in front me and you're so beautiful, Y/N. I missed that face of yours." His eyes stared at you, showing how much he missed you, "I'm sure you're happy now with your new life." You smiled, you meant what you said, you know the reason why Donghae rejected your love. It's because he told you he is in love with someone else.
"What if I'm not?" He said, your brows furrowed, wondering what does he meant by that? "I told you there was someone that I already love back then. But it didn't end well. I was about to propose to her but I always ended up backing out from proposing to her. I think I why." He said, Donghae couldn't kept his eyes on you while he's explaining himself. He doesn't want you to see how he regretted in losing you.
Donghae finally looked at you in the eye, he reaches for your hand, "Can we start over?" he asked, and you see in his eyes the longing he has for you, how much he wanted to be with you again and how much he needed you in his life. You're trying your best to absorb everything that he said and you’re trying to think what you want to say to him. You wanted to say something but you don't know what to say. You love him, you still do and knowing that he has been looking for you since that day made your heart suddenly beating rapidly but you don't know if starting over will get things back the way they used to.
Especially now that Donghae doesn't know your recent whereabouts in your life now. "I... I don't know, Donghae." You said, "It's okay, we can take it slow. I'll wait for you. Now that I found you, I'll wait for you." He said, you can feel how eager he is to get you back, you wanted to say yes but you don't want to get his hopes high but deep down you want him back. "Okay." You said, and Donghae smiled so happily. You both finished your food and fixed the dishes.
"I hate to say this but I have to go." He said, "It's okay. Thanks for the flowers." You said, you suddenly became shy and awkward to him, it's because it's been so long since you last saw him and spend time with him. "You're welcome. I know that's your favorite ones." He winked at you, and you feel the heat coming from your cheeks, "I'll walk you out." You said.
"By the way, I have a cafe down the street." He gave you a card with the name of his cafe and contact details. It's written 'Haru & One Day', you were surprised that this was the cafe you walk passed by, "Oh this is yours? I saw it when I was walking home." You said, "Oh really? Please come by when you have the time. You’re gonna love the food there. Oh and here's my calling card." He handed over to you his calling card, "So you're a CEO now?" You asked, and he winked at you again, "Here's mine." You handed over to him your calling card as well and he took it, "So, Manager Y/N." He teased, he looked you in the eye, "So we made it. We reached our dreams." He said, and he’s just staring at you, his eyes are glistening, like he wants to kiss you and you want to slap him for making your heart melt with those beautiful eyes of his.
"I'm sorry but I really have to go. I wish I could stay longer." He said, and he quickly leaned onto you and kissed your cheeks, you didn't noticed his quick action, and you blushed again, "See you, Y/N." and he left you in shocked and feeling the butterflies in your stomach. The heat you're feeling right now is intense, that your heart is racing rapidly from that quick contact from Donghae.
His lips touched your cheeks. His soft lips.
"By the way, you’er so beautiful, Y/N!" Donghae shouted when he was about to get inside the elevator and you felt more embarrassed and the heat on your face intensifies.
But thoughts are still going inside your head. What will happen if you tell him that you have a fuck buddy? Will Donghae hate you? Will he be disgusted by you? Will it change? The way he looked at you?
I think I wrote Chapter 2 a bit long haha! I hope you like it. Please, let me know your thoughts of this story. I would like to read them. Thank you!
A/N: eh... this is not what I expected for the night, but when I’m hit with a 15-minute video of Donghae saying goodnight because he can’t sleep, you cannot expect my mind to miss this opportunity. First of all... This is my first fanfic ever with this absolute adorable man and I’m nervous af! Second, no, this is not our ordinary Dylan stuff. get over it. Third... This is not what I said I was writing. This is, however, a start. A new start for me. You will be seeing more of Donghae’s handsome face around and for that, I’m not sorry. Enjoy it.
Pairing: Lee Donghae x reader
Word counting: 1.5k
Warnings: fluff, fluff, and some more fluff.
At first, it seemed like a dream. The ruffling sound of the sheets, the dim light coming from her side, the soft, whispered voice speaking beside her in the quietest tone. It was like she was imagining it all, a faraway dream that lulled her in and out of her slumber, dancing around her cloudy mind, keeping her from truly waking up, the sleep overpowering all other senses she could think of mustering.
There was a peaceful atmosphere in the room, the dark sky and blinking lights showing on the horizon of the curtainless window in front of her giving her the clear sign that she wasn’t asleep anymore, the shifting weight over the mattress causing her to shuffle against her own accord. Slowly, but very surely so, Y/N turned on her spot, her back falling softly against the silky touch of the sheets, a soft sigh coming from her lips as she adjusted to the new position, her arms falling beside her in a somewhat lifeless way, their weight being too much for her to sustain.
In rare occasions, Y/N slept through the whole night. It could be seen as a burden to most of the people she knew, but she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the serenity of the night, the stars making their appearance over the deep blue velvety night sky, the moon, when present, illuminating the room with its yellowy glow. And while it seemed poetic and meaningful, it hid a completely different significance to the girl, whose eyes would be glued to the flat screen of the phone she held in her small hands, waiting for the message she was about to send to be answered in a heartbeat.
That night, however, there was no need for a phone. She had fallen asleep secluded by the arms of the person she spent most of her time talking with over the night. She had fallen asleep beside the man that occupied her mind the entire day. She had fallen asleep feeling his heart beating against her, the warm touch of his bare skin against hers. But when Y/N’s brain fully comprehended she was indeed awake, she felt the loss of those securing arms wrapped around her middle, the absence of his sunny breath hitting against the back of her neck in a soothing way and the sounds around her became more clear, the low mumbles from the other side of the bed making her squint her eyes trying to see past the poorly lit conditions.
And there he was, the phone almost pressed to his face, the low glow from the screen giving her the chances to analyze his features better, the pale skin prominent with dark circles under his eyes, hair sticking up to every direction. Y/N could see he was having a hard time to adapt to the time zone. It was the middle of the night and there he was, sitting up against the headboard of the bed, sheets scrunched up and resting around his waist, one hand holding the phone in front of him, the other running through his hair countless times.
She could hear his voice coming out in the dark of the night, the sexy, raspy and yet very tired tone causing a certain discomfort to spread within her. Y/N had always had a rough time with only hearing his voice. It was that deep, rich sound that could make her travel far and beyond her imagination, the sound that could make her fall even more in love with him, the sound she wished to wake up and fall asleep to. And there was the fact that, if she was not mistaken, he was speaking English.
The tingling sensation started on the tip of her toes, spreading rapidly through her body, running through her veins until it reached her heart, the organ protesting and beating wildly fast against her ribcage, hammering on her chest in a way that she was sure that could be heard by anyone capable of hearing. His accent ringing in her ears, Y/N could only take a deep breath, her hands closing tightly around the fabric covering her body, eyes shut close in a failed attempt of controlling herself.
She should be used to it at this point in her life, but in the dead of the night, when all she could hear was the deep breaths coming from him and the sweet sound of his tongue rolling on his mouth speaking foreign words into the air, she could not contain the feeling spreading through her veins, warming her entire being and intoxicating her mind as if she had drunk the country’s soju supply. A numbness ran over her mouth, throat running dry as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sound coming from him, scooting closer to his body as slowly as she could without startling him, without making a sound.
Donghae’s eyes never left the screen, though, his somewhat incoherent mumbles echoing through the room for minutes, his illuminated dark brown eyes dancing over the landscape of the window, unaware of anything surrounding him.
Y/N wouldn’t know how long she stood there on her side, eyes closed shut without falling asleep just listening to Donghae’s words, the warmth emanating from him washing over her skin as a sunny day. But before she knew it, the room went back in its complete darkness, the sound of something being put on the bedside table hitting her ears.
Tentatively, Y/N opened one eye, watching as the dark-haired man stretched his arms over his head and yawned, the simple action making her realize things she usually neglected; the stretch of his muscles; the popped veins running from his hands to his forearm; his Adam’s apple prominently going up and down his neck. And maybe she was so entranced by it all, so lost in thought, that she didn’t notice when Donghae turned his eyes to her side, expecting to see her sleeping form curled around the sheets on the far end of the bed, where he had left her.
The light chuckle that escaped his throat was enough to wake her up from the daydream, eyes meeting for the first time that night despite the lack of light in the room. Even so, she could tell he was smiling down at her, amusement written all over his face, studying her features, taking in every little detail as she had seen him do many times before. And like every other time, she felt her cheeks heating up with the sudden rush of blood the area, eyes casting downwards instantly, a shy smile gracing her lips.
“Did I wake you?” His voice was nothing but a whisper, almost unheard, but the moment his hands made contact with her hair, running through it in a gentle caress, all her senses heightened.
“‘Course not,” she whispered back, the sound muffled by the pillow. “You’re not the only one living in a different timezone for the past couple of days.”
Donghae sighed and shook his head. He would never agree to her protests of staying awake until late just to talk to him whenever he was out of the country. It was illogical and reckless, but if was were to be completely honest with himself, he would do the same. So, with a huff, he shifted around the bed again, his head falling on the soft pillow on her side, face to face with the woman that owned his heart.
“You should go back to sleep,” he said, his right arm falling atop of her, hand resting on her back and pulling her closer to him.
“And you should go to sleep, Hae…” she mumbled, getting a tired smile out of him, eyes closing basking in on the sensation of having her so close to him. Two days had been too much. “I thought you said you weren’t going to speak English anymore.”
His laugh wasn’t loud, the trembles of his chest reverberating through her bringing a smile to her face as she looked up at him, eyes squinted, tongue running over his lips.
“I’m not going to speak English with you,” he clarified. “You’re becoming too lazy with your Korean.”
Y/N huffed, eyes rolling slightly as she ran her hand over his shoulder, fingers caressing the nape of his neck, nails scratching the skin slightly careful enough to not leave any marks on him.
“That’s fair,” she mumbled. “But you were supposed to relax, not start a live video.”
“Y/N, I can’t be more relaxed than I am right now,” he said, head resting against her chest. With his eyes closed and listening to the calming beats of her heart, the idol mumbled something under his breath, earning a slight protest from the girl.
“Sleep now,” she said, lips turning into a smile as she adjusted herself on the bed, back pressed against the mattress, chest sustaining a growing tired by the minute Donghae, hands running up and down his exposed skin in a tender embrace, legs tangled up under the sheets.
With a content sigh, the man relaxed, his eyelids drooping closed, hands clutching to the girl underneath him, the soft pumps of her heart against his ear lulling him into a deep slumber before he even realized.
Rating: PG13 because I can’t help but swear 😂 Kissing, but nothing explicit
Word Count: 2,478
Summary: The company carnival was your idea. The kissing booth was all his. What happened that night is definitely both of your faults.
Request: donghae from super junior with either 11, fluff! (almost nobody writes for them, youre a godsend) I hope you like it, love!!! <3
The energy is palpable as the employees file through the gates into the field. You can’t help but smile and feel proud.
When Mr. Turner entrusted the annual company party to you, it felt like a test. A big test. Pull this off and the promotion was practically guaranteed was the unspoken message.
Too bad you had to work with the biggest flirt in the entire office and your perpetual rival - Lee Donghae.
‘Watch out, nerd.’ A man shoulders past you unnecessarily.
The gate is at least four people wide, but Donghae never misses an opportunity to ruffle your feathers. You make an angry noise, not unlike the sound your cat makes when he watches the neighbors dog eat from his bowl.
‘Oh. I’m so sorry. Did you not see me, old man? Misplaced your glasses?’ You can’t deny taunting him back is one of your favorite hobbies, and the fact that he’s six months older than you brings you enormous joy. ‘Do you need me to call the nursing home to come and get you?’
He turns to face you full on and you bite your lip to contain your groan. Of course he looks good. He always looks good. But tonight he looks extra delicious in black jeans and a light blue button down. He even rolled the sleeves up in the early May heat. Bastard.
His hair is brushed casually off his forehead and he watches you with amusement in his dark eyes. ‘Only if they pick you up at the same time,’ he volleys back. ‘I care about the environment, you know.’
You snort and throw your hands up, walking towards the carousel and leaving him in the dust. He might think this promotion is his, but he has no idea. Over my dead body.
He follows you, slinging a casual arm across your shoulders. ‘I think we did a fantastic job, nerd. Thanks for the assist, I can’t wait for Mr. Turner to see this.’
Shrugging his arm off you face him and narrow your eyes. ‘I should be thanking you for the assist. This was my idea.’
He gives you a lopsided smile of victory and runs a hand through his annoyingly luscious hair. You want to smack him in the chest. Or yell at him. Or push him to the ground and kiss him so hard he can’t breathe. Any of those will do.
‘Whatever,’ you spit at him, looking at your clipboard to distract yourself from your raging anger and lust. ‘Just stay out of my way tonight. Everything needs to go perfectly.’
He pulls a length of thick red fabric from his pocket and waves it tauntingly in your face. ‘Don’t worry darlin’, I’ll be occupied and out of your way all evening. I’ve got a job to do. Unless you want to trade.’
You swallow harshly. Somehow in the chaos of the rides being delivered and the vendors asking millions of questions this afternoon you’d forgotten that he volunteered to run a kissing booth to raise donations for the Employee Support Program.
Half of you loved how thoughtful it was and wanted to sing at getting to see the heart of gold you know is buried in there, somewhere, under layers of sarcasm and arrogance.
Half of you wanted to break something at the idea of him kissing Amanda from accounting and Zora from marketing and every woman, and probably man, in the company in-between.
‘Well. I hope you brought some mints,’ you say in a strained voice. ‘Wouldn’t want to subject anyone to your terrible breath.’
‘Hey, you okay?’ He frowns, reaching a hand for your shoulder that you easily dodge. He’s already touched you twice tonight and you feel like you’ll explode if he does it a third.
You cough and clear your throat. ‘Fine. Just have a packed schedule. Have fun making out with Kevin Williams in accounts payable.’
When you push past him this time, he doesn’t follow, just sighs in defeat. You’ve won this round, but at what cost?
The night goes smoothly. Spectacularly, even. Everyone’s kids seem to love the magic show and the row of old-school carnival games. Miraculously Jacob Donaldson avoids throwing up on the ferris wheel. The specialty popcorn and hot dog stations are a hit.
‘This is so fun! You did amazing.’
You turn and see Michelle beaming and carrying an enormous cotton candy.
‘Aw, thanks. I’m so glad, I’ve been a worried mess about it.’ You sigh and re-check your list.
‘Stop worrying and enjoy yourself!’ She slides an arm around your waist and gives you a half hug. ‘Has Mr. T raved to you yet? He was just telling me at the bottle toss that this is the best company party he’s been to in twenty five years.’
‘No way,’ you gasp.
‘Yes way,’ she teases and gives you a squeeze at your waist. ‘That promotion is yours babe. You got this.’
For the first time all night you let your shoulders relax and you take a deep breath. ‘I know Donghae’s going to try to take all the credit though.’
She snorts. ‘I think that man has his hands full right now.’ She motions past you to the kissing booth.
The line snakes all the way from the booth to the popcorn vendor three spots down. ‘Oh my god.’
‘I know, right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen Beth happier. She’s had a crush on him for ages.’ She says, raising her brow at you in a knowing way.
‘I do not have any feelings for Lee Donghae,’ you protest. ‘Other than seething hatred of course.’
‘Mhmm keep telling yourself that,’ she says, taking a big bite of her cotton candy.
‘Ugh. What an infuriating man.’
‘You really should do something about that.’
‘No. It will all be over soon, regardless. Either I get that job and he’ll be my employee. Or he’ll get it and I’ll fling myself directly into the center of the sun. Problem solved.’
‘Yep, you’ve clearly got it under control.’ She barks out a laugh and walks backward with a taunting raise of her brows. ‘Don’t have too much fun.’
You groan and lightly smack the clipboard to your forehead. ‘Fantastic.’
‘And let’s give a huge round of applause for the people who put this event together tonight!’ Mr. Turner claps his hand awkwardly to the one holding out the microphone while the rest of the employees join in.
The lights facing the stage are bright in your eyes and you can feel the heat coming off the man next to you. Donghae looks over at you with a wide, victorious smile. Lipstick is smeared in the corners of his mouth and you’re torn between laughing and crying.
He winks at you and steps up to take the microphone. ‘Thank you Mr. T. We couldn’t have put on this event without such excellent leadership.’
‘Kiss ass,’ you hiss under your breath.
‘My wonderful colleague and I are so thankful to you all for coming out. As you know we’ve been working hard to make this event special. I’m so glad you’re all enjoying it. Don’t forget to come and give me a kiss!’
He hands the microphone back to Mr. Turner and swaggers back to your side amidst thunderous applause, particularly from the women in the audience. You want to scream.
For long seconds the two of you stare down each other while the crowd breaks up. Michelle calls it the Running of the Bulls whenever you’re together. All these years later and you’ve never asked her which one of you is the bull and which is the runner. It probably depends on the day.
You huff and storm off the stage. When you turn and look back at him he’s waving the red blindfold in your direction. Well, at least tonight you know you’re the bull.
The line at the damned kissing booth finally dwindles down as the night wraps up. You said goodbye to Mr. Turner and his wife chatted happily with you for ages about how much fun their family had, so you hope he remembers that when the promotion is decided.
Most of the food vendors are closing down and you realize you haven’t eaten all night. ‘I should go and eat a garlic chili dog and go make out with that jerk,’ you say to yourself with a laugh.
Maureen Jones is currently kissing the object of your woe slash secret desire. Her hands clutch his defined biceps and you can see he’s doing absolutely far more than necessary.
‘Better yet, I’ll teach him a lesson. With my tongue.’
You set the clipboard on a table and march over to the short line, heat and a desire for revenge swimming in your veins. He kisses another three women and two men before you’re finally at the front of the line. And the last of the line, you think, looking behind you at the stragglers leaving the fairgrounds.
‘Well, don’t keep me waiting all night,’ he says in a low voice. ‘I know you’re there.’
The blindfold appears thick as you step close. At least you hope it is. God only knows how much he’d delight in the fact that you caved and finally kissed him first.
What if he’s genuinely just been messing with you all these years?
What if everyone is wrong and he actually does dislike you?
Oh, no. Bad idea.
Before you can step away he reaches for you blindly, his hands finding your waist and one of your elbows, pulling you closer. With him sitting on the stool you’re finally the same height. His lips are even fuller up close than you thought, or perhaps it’s just the sheer amount of work they’ve put in tonight.
He pulls you to him and lifts a hand to find your chin, guiding your face to his. The kiss is brief, far quicker than you thought it would be. A firm warm pressure and then it’s over.
You lift your hand to your lip. You should let him know the night is over. You should say something, anything. A cutting remark. A sarcastic apology. A joke about his kissing skills.
But if he knows it’s you standing there... Oh lord what have I done?
After a beat he interrupts your thoughts by lifting his other hand and holding your face. It’s so quiet in the corner of the carnival that you can hear his breath and yours as he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs.
With a soft hum he stands and seals his lips to yours once more. In surprise you fist your hands in his shirt. All you can do is cling to him as your world shifts off-center.
He works his mouth against yours and your knees go weak. You were right, fortunately or unfortunately for your incessant fantasies of him, his lips are perfect - full and soft and achingly right against yours.
You try to speak, to give voice to the confusion and delight coursing through you, but the only thing you can focus on is the way he feels and tastes as he claims you.
Slowly your grip loosens and you run your hands up his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. You wind your hands through his hair and want to moan - it’s just as thick as you always thought it would be.
His hands caress your neck, slowly undoing you as they trail down your back to hold your waist firmly. Thank goodness there’s hardly anyone around to see the way you press yourself against him, moulding your curves against his hardness.
This is wrong. I shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this. He gently bites your lower lip and you feel your eyes roll back in your head. Oh fuck it.
Rational thought slaps you upside the head and you remember who you’re kissing. You back up several paces, breaking the kiss.
He slowly takes off the blindfold, blinking in the lights from the nearby rides, watching you carefully. He doesn’t look surprised at all to see you standing there, in fact, he looks like he was expecting you.
‘What on earth was that?’ you ask, breathless. It helps that he looks just as undone.
He gives you a lopsided smirk. ‘I kissed you, nerd. Finally.’
You fold your arms and fix him with your most intense stare. ‘What do you mean finally? How did you even know it was me?’
He laughs, looking up at the sky dotted by stars. ‘Darlin’ I’ve been smelling that perfume of yours for so many years I would recognize it anywhere. I think I even smell it in my dreams.’
‘Oh.’
You reach for any of the familiar feelings that normally rise in you around him - anger, hostility, sarcasm, joking, lust. But all you find is softness. The absence of dislike is so shocking you feel like you’re floating in air.
‘Oh? That’s all you’ve got? I can’t believe I rendered you speechless,’ he says with a grin. ‘It’s a day for the record books.’
That does it. ‘I’ll show you speechless.’
In two steps you’re against him and in one breath you pull his lips to yours by tugging on his ears. You can taste his surprise and savor it, kissing him with all the passion and heat and desire you’ve kept hidden just beneath the surface for years.
You feel him smile into the kiss and you make a noise of excitement and pleasure against him. He hums in response and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around.
Pulling back, you grin down at him. ‘Wait. You don’t even like me,’ you protest, pushing his hair off his face so you can see his eyes clearly. ‘In fact, I’m pretty sure you hate me.’
He laughs, the bright and rich sound wrapping around you. ‘I feel a great many things for you, darlin’. But none of them is hate. Why do you think I suggested a kissing booth?’
You frown at him in confusion. ‘So you could make out with half the staff and live up to your playboy reputation?’
He presses a quick kiss to your chin. ‘So I could finally kiss you, duh. About time we figure out what this is between us, don’t you think?’
If he was joking or being a dick you would have easily told him to screw off. But the sincerity in his face holds no teasing for once.
‘Yes, I think you’re right.’ He opens his mouth and you cover it with yours, giving him a hard kiss. ‘But if you make any sort of joke about me admitting you’re right-’
He cuts you off with another kiss and you laugh against him. Oh, screw it.
