🔮 preview. “I think he’s a whiny little boy half the time, and he’s obsessed with himself, which, sure, it’s a nod to the old rockstars, the sex, drugs, rock and roll, the alcohol and smoking, but if we’re being honest, don’t we know better by now? Don’t we, as a collective, as a culture, know that the type of shit that was happening in the seventies, eighties, and nineties was not conducive to actual health? Sure, some of the best songs ever written were written under the influence of cocaine, ecstasy, alcohol, etcetera, but are any of Hyuck’s songs instant classics? I, personally, don’t think so. So it feels like a waste of drugs, and a risk to himself, to be doing all of that to emulate the rockstars of old, while being nowhere near their level of talent.”
tw/cw. Mentions of drugs/alcohol, unprotected sex, dirty talk, oral (m/f receiving), sixty-nine, deep throating, multiple reader orgasms, power dynamics, slightly switchy dom leading Hyuck, man handling, bickering, praise, dirty talk, finger sucking, slight overstimulation, multiple sex positions, hair pulling, slight pain kink, tattooed hyuck, big/thick dick Hyuck, etc… I pet names: (hers) wolfie.
👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.6k
🍭 aus. Rockstar!au, enemies to lovers, tension, etc…
☀️ mlist + an. I love doing fics that rely on small sections of interview or article renditions describing the relationship between the mc’s, so this one was super fun to write :)
Prologue:
In an era of PR teams and training, this new generation of singers is beginning to go back to the roots of rock and roll. Yes, they have the live bands, the big hair, the facepaint, glitter and leather, but they’re also starting to bring back something a little more controversial: the art of shit-talking.
Lee Donghyuck has become widely known for his ‘Devil May Care’ antics, for his now infamous Rolling Stones interview, and for a slew of high-profile women who have attempted - and failed, may I add - to tie this seemingly reincarnated 80’s rockstar down. But if there’s one thing almost as famous as the young singer himself, it’s the rivalry he has with fellow up-and-comer, y/n y/l/n, who goes by the stage name Wolfie Muse.
Like ‘The Hyuckster,’ Wolfie has made a reputation for herself in recent years, channeling vibes and aesthetics that are reminiscent of artists like Freddie Mercury in her orchestral power house songs, and the fashion style of David Bowie. She’s not as in-your-face as her male counterpart, but that classic ‘sex, drugs, and rock and roll’ attitude is unmistakable in every interview she takes.
Blind Items have been talking about these two rockstars in indirect musings for some time, with uncorroborated sources claiming they’re ‘exes’ out for vengeance’, while others note that they ‘got into a fight at a throwback-themed party thrown by renowned DJ pair Mark Lee and Johnny Suh last Spring.’
Regardless of history, one thing is certain: these two have sparks that just can’t be contained, and with them both headlining this year's Music Awards, it’s sure to be a spectacle.
One:
With the Music Awards quickly approaching and a tour on the horizon, your life has become a series of press conferences and interviews.
Being an artist has never been about saying the right thing to news anchors and TMZ representatives; no, to you, being an artist is about two things: the music and the fans. You’re aware that PR is part of your job, but you refuse to be anything other than authentic, and - to even your label’s surprise - the ‘genuine approach’ has actually bolstered your success.
You’re at the Vice headquarters today, answering questions for a piece that a new writer is drafting for next month's edition, and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t beginning to feel monotonous.
Two Starbucks drinks in, and you’re getting restless, your knee is bobbing as you do your best to go through every question with the right level of genuine thought.
You’re asked about how you and your team choose which cities for your tour, and that’s when you notice someone out of the corner of your eye.
Your skin tingles with even more annoyance, heat flushing through your body, and as you take a second to look like you're considering your answer, your gaze shifts to Lee Donghyuck, who’s standing by the refreshment table off camera.
His eyes lock with yours, and he smirks over the rim of his cup.
Taking a breath, you try to focus on the interview, but it’s nearly impossible to be professional with Hyuck in the same room.
He’s the most judgmental little shit of a human that you’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting, and the last time he released an album, you and a few of your friends had conducted an ‘anti-success’ tarot reading in the hopes that he would crash and burn.
It’s hard to be in the same industry and circles as a person you’ve come to hate, and even more difficult to finish the interview, but as the questions come to an end, you’re more than happy to jump up and try to escape.
“Hiya, Wolfie,” he calls, making you groan with annoyance immediately.
“What do you want?” you snap.
“Noticed you were struggling a bit near the end there,” Hyuck grins.
“Yeah, well…” you scour your mind for a comeback, but you’re just too exhausted, “fuck you.”
The rockstar lets out a laugh. “Fuck you? Is that the best you could come up with?”
“I don’t have time for losers today,” you brush it off.
“Well, we’re both headliners at the Music Awards, so if I’m a loser, what are you?”
“Just the best female rock artist,” you retort.
“Nominee,” Hyuck corrects. “The best female rock artist nominee. And again, I’m the best male rock artist nominee, so… seems we’re equals, Wolfie.”
“Why are you even here?” you scowl.
“Hmm, why would I be at Vice right now?” Hyuck pretends to think on it, raising one black chipped fingernail to his chin. “Oh, right, maybe because I also have an interview? It’s not rocket science, you know.”
“No, I mean, why are you here watching me like some creep?”
Hyuck shrugs. “I like to see you squirm.”
You scoff. “I was not squirming.”
“Okay, little miss, ‘can’t stop shaking my knee.’”
“At least I’m not little mister, ‘clearly hungover on a work day.’”
“Sex, drugs, rock and roll… alcohol, more sex, more drugs,” Hyuck’s grin widens. “I thought we were both on the same wavelength with that, but I guess one of us is a pretender.”
“Fuck you.”
He lifts his cup mockingly. “Fuck you, too, Wolfie.”
Two:
In an exclusive video acquired by TMZ, we can see the tension between rockstars Lee Donghyuck and Wolfie Muse heating up already. While at a Vice interview, the pair were caught exchanging heated words behind the scenes.
This altercation raises questions that have been on the minds of fans, haters, and journalists since the meteoric rise to fame both rock stars enjoyed earlier this year. Like a WWE feud crafted by a creative team, this fiery duo is sure to bring even more eyes to the Music Awards happening this month. Now the question is: is the animosity between these two real, or is it all a PR setup known only to a select few, in hopes of spurring more fans, more media coverage, and more attention?
Three:
Rehearsals for something like the Music Awards are never fun, especially as a performer and an MC. You have dual duties, and what feels like ten times the stress, which isn’t made any easier by the fact that Hyuck is taking longer than his slotted time during prep.
He’ll be announcing Best Female Rock Artist, and he’s been paired up with Johnny Suh, a famous DJ. Suh is perhaps the only person in the world that Hyuck looks up to, and as you wait in the wings for the two of them to finish up their practice, you can see the joy radiating off the rockstar.
For a man who has a resting bitch face and an unparalleled mischievous streak, Hyuck turns quite boyish when he smiles and looks up at Suh.
The sight of him simping over his Hyung is enough to make you laugh, hiding your mouth with a hand, but the amusement is quickly overshadowed by annoyance. Not only is Hyuck overdue on his time, but he’s also extremely cute when he smiles, and the realization makes your blood boil.
Finally, a stage hand announces that the two of them really have to wrap things up, and a minute later, Hyuck is walking toward you in the wings of the stage.
“Took you long enough to read a cue card,” you say under your breath.
“Took you long enough to end up nominated for awards,” he retorts.
“Says you, we have the same career trajectory,” you snap back.
“Well,” Hyuck struggles for a response. “I’m the announcer for Best Female Rock Artist, and if your name comes up on the fucking card…”
“What? Finish your threat.” You grin. “Are you going to read the wrong name and be corrected like that time at the Oscars? I would actually love to see that.”
“I guess it won’t matter, because you won’t win anyway,” Hyuck scoffs.
“Really? Who else would win?” You laugh, knowing he’s grasping at straws now.
“Literally anyone else,” he spits back.
“Wow, so a drunk and delusional.” You shake your head at him. “I really don’t understand what anyone sees in you.”
Hyuck takes a step forward, and your heart leaps to your throat. “They see my handsome good looks, my sexy hair, my attractive smile-”
“Okay, Narcissus,” you blurt out, trying to put some distance between you and Hyuck by taking a step back, but the rockstar only follows you.
“Come on, Wolfie, you might hate me, but you’re not blind.” The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk that makes your skin heat up.
You hate that he is good-looking, and you hate the fact that your body reacts to it, even though your mind is screaming at you to hate this man and everything he stands for.
“You think I’m sexy, just admit it,” Hyuck says, his voice lowering.
“And you know I’m going to win that award,” you fire back once you can find your words.
Hyuck releases a sigh, stepping back. “Keep dreaming.”
Four:
Red carpets are a different monster.
You feel the weight of your makeup on your skin, and the heaviness of the ‘designer dress’ adorning your body. It’s tight in all the right places according to your stylist, but as it hugs your stomach and your ribs, cutting off some of your breathing, you think maybe it’s tight in all the wrong places.
To make matters worse, red carpets are a shit show of yelling, flashing, demands, and the extreme pressure to act graceful and poised through all of the noise.
You do your best to focus on each interview, each small touch and go, most of which are about your outfit, your performance tonight, or your tour.
Somehow, in the circus that is the Music Awards red carpet, you end up next to Hyuck as you both take short interviews, and your skin tingles at the proximity.
“So, I want to address the elephant in the room,” the interviewer grins, and you match the smile, listening hard for the question that is soon to follow. “This rakishly handsome man to your left, Lee Donghyuck, The Huckster. Everyone is dying to know the root of your rivalry.”
“Oh, uh,” you falter, swallowing back the words that are dying to come out of you.
You fight with yourself, wanting to be candid, but remembering your PR training. However… your manager had mentioned that no press is bad press, and a rivalry with Hyuck is something that’s been putting you in the headlines recently…
“Do you want my honest opinion?” you sigh.
“Yes, please,” the interviewer grins, smiling like a vulture.
“I think he’s a whiny little boy half the time, and he’s obsessed with himself, which, sure, it’s a nod to the old rockstars, the sex, drugs, rock and roll, the alcohol and smoking, but if we’re being honest, don’t we know better by now? Don’t we, as a collective, as a culture, know that the type of shit that was happening in the seventies, eighties, and nineties was not conducive to actual health? Sure, some of the best songs ever written were written under the influence of cocaine, ecstasy, alcohol, etcetera, but are any of Hyuck’s songs instant classics? I, personally, don’t think so. So it feels like a waste of drugs, and a risk to himself, to be doing all of that to emulate the rockstars of old, while being nowhere near their level of talent.”
The interviewer stares at you in shock, and you can see her processing your words.
You can’t believe all of that just came out of you.
“Tell us how you really feel,” the interviewer laughs, finally. “So it’s safe to say you’re not exes like the blind items claim.”
“Honestly,” you scoff, “some days, I think he wishes.”
Five:
“And the award for Best Female Rock Singer goes to…” Johnny and Hyuck open the folded envelope.
“No fucking way,” Hyuck laughs under his breath, but the mic still picks it up.
“Wolfie Muse,” Hyuck and Johnny say together, and the entire arena roars with the reveal.
You feel numb even as your team stands to congratulate you. Part of you had known you’d win, but it still feels surreal, and everything is a blur as you make your way to the stage. You’re in such shock that you even accept a hug from both Johnny and Hyuck, although one feels more performative than the other.
Both men stand respectfully behind you as you give your speech, and you’re overwhelmed with emotion as you bare your heart out for everyone. You’re practically shaking as Johnny and Hyuck walk you off the stage after your acceptance, and it’s not until you’re in the wings that the reality and ecstasy truly hit you.
“Congratulations,” Hyuck says, hanging back with you as Johnny scurries off to prepare for his set, which is happening during the middle of the show intermission.
“I-” You’re tongue-tied, staring down at your award.
“You’re part of the closing event, which means you have time to go celebrate, if you want,” Hyuck muses, awkwardly patting you on the shoulder.
“Hyuck…” You swallow the lump in your throat, all your animosity toward him disappearing as it hits you that you’ve won your first major music award.
“Yeah, yeah, you deserved it,” he sighs, his own issues with you clearly evaporating into thin air.
Right now, you’re not Wolfie and Hyuck, the rockstar rivals; you’re just two people, one who won an award, and the other who is genuinely congratulating them for the achievement.
“I can’t even think,” you admit, running a hand through your hair. “Do you want to come have a drink with me in my trailer before I have to do prep for my show?”
“I guess all the awards I was up for already went through, so I have the time, and I make it a rule to never turn down alcohol,” Hyuck smirks.
“Oh, right, congratulations on your Best Male Rock Singer award, too,” you blurt out.
He shrugs. “I guess we both knew we’d be winners tonight.”
He’s so nonchalant, and it’s annoyingly sexy how full of himself he can be.
“Come have a drink before I change my mind,” you laugh, finally feeling grounded as your usual irritation for the man starts to slowly return.
Hyuck only chuckles, following you as you head through the backstage area to the VIP lot outside, where your trailer is.
“So… I got a bottle of Champagne in case I won this,” you explain as you enter the space that contains your hair and makeup station, a closet, and a bed in the back to nap on in case you get tired from working.
“No vodka or whiskey?” Hyuck jokes, taking a seat on the couch area while you grab the bottle from the minifridge.
“This is a champagne occasion,” you insist.
“But you do have vodka or whiskey?” he asks.
With a sigh, you point to a cupboard where you keep your liquid courage, and Hyuck grins as he stands up to saunter over to it.
“You’re going to make me drink my champagne alone?” you question, pouring yourself a glass.
“It’s your win, Wolfie,” Hyuck winks, flicking the cap off the bottle of vodka before lifting it to his lips. “Sex, drugs, rock and roll.”
You groan at his words, in disbelief that you actually invited this man into your trailer.
Hyuck takes a seat, and your eyes are drawn to the way his thighs look in his pinstripe pants. He’d gone for a more refined look this evening, but there are still touches of rockstar. You’re pretty sure someone dusted his face with a bit of glitter, and the chunky rings match the chipped nail polish that he always sports.
A bit of his chest is showing with his unbuttoned white shirt, and you swallow a lump in your throat before downing your glass of champagne.
“Oh, so it’s that kind of party,” Hyuck grins, taking a large swig of the vodka. “And you were on my ass about being drunk while working.”
“I’m not getting drunk,” you insist.
“So what’s made you so thirsty?”
You look over at him again, and you can see the mischief in Hyuck’s smile. He spreads his legs a little, and you have to fight the urge to gaze down at his thighs again.
“Fine, don’t answer, I know you’ve been high-strung today,” Hyuck sighs, turning away and nursing the bottle of vodka.
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“That interview you gave earlier, you know, the one where you said I do a bunch of drugs and act like an idiot, but I don’t actually make any good music.”
Your heart lurches to your throat. “I didn’t know you heard all of that.”
“I was standing three feet away,” he scoffs. “It’s fine, I don’t think that highly of you either.”
“Oh?” You quirk a brow. “And tell me, what have I done to you?”
“You’re a faker. You make money trying to be this sexy rock and roll goddess, but it’s a costume you put on for show, and then take off. I bet you go to sleep early, have a cup of tea, hang out with your cat, that type of bullshit. You are monopolizing on a lifestyle and aesthetic that you don’t actually embody.”
Your words catch in your throat.
“Oh, and I bet you’re celibate,” Hyuck throws in for good measure, flashing you a grin before taking another sip of vodka.
“I am not celibate!” you insist.
“Yeah? Prove it.” Hyuck licks his lips, sitting up on the couch to stare at you.
You scoff loudly, rolling your eyes, but when your gaze returns to your rockstar rival, you realize he’s dead serious.
“Wait, you’re propositioning me?” you ask in shock.
“Kind of been wanting to fuck some sense into you for a while.”
“Fuck some sense into me?” You can’t contain yourself anymore. “I’d like to see you fucking try!”
“Fucking finally,” Hyuck groans. He sets the bottle of vodka on the floor and stands up abruptly, grabbing you by the hips and tugging you to his chest. You let out a squeak in shock, having not expected him to actually do this, but when his lips smash against your own, your mind goes blank.
The glass you’d been holding in your hand slips from your fingers, and you hear it shatter against the floor, but you can’t bring yourself to care as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, kissing him passionately, fighting with his tongue for dominance.
Hyuck groans, one of his own hands slipping down to your ass, where he gropes you through your dress. A moan escapes you, and the rockstar grins slightly, leaning down to get a grip on you so he can lift you up.
Your legs wrap around his hips, and he carries you toward the small hallway that leads to the back bedroom. He pushes you against a wall there, and you bite on his lower lip as a warning, but he only grins into the kiss, the roughness continuing.
You hate that you enjoy the manhandling, the way he’s dominating you, but you won’t take it lying down, and you thread your fingers in his hair, tugging roughly to earn yourself a deep moan that goes straight to your core.
Hyuck moves his mouth down to your throat, and he licks your sweet spot. You release your own moan of pleasure, panting in his ear as he begins to suck on your skin.
“You better not mark me,” you gasp when you feel his teeth drag against your neck.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he snaps back.
You tug on his hair, forcing his mouth away from your throat, and you begin to attack his own neck, licking and sucking, earning all sorts of sinful sounds from the man who has you pressed against the wall.
“Fuck,” Hyuck says, his voice shaky, his fingers digging into your skin where he’s holding you up.
He tightens his grip on you, then walks you toward the room at the end of your trailer. The blinds are all closed, but there’s a red light on the wall, and it creates a sinful ambiance as he tosses you onto the bed.
“So how hard is it going to be to get you out of that dress?” he asks as he begins to remove his clothes.
“Depends, are you man enough for a challenge?” you retort.
Hyuck scoffs, shaking his head at you. “I swear to god, I will tear that dress off of your fucking body.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You’ve gotta stop challenging me,” Hyuck sighs, ripping off his shirt to expose a thin but built form that’s covered in tattoos. “Don’t you know? I hate to lose.”
He’s on top of you in an instant, lips hot against yours as his hands grab the front of your dress. It’s only when he begins to rip it apart that you realize he wasn't playing around. Hyuck truly doesn’t care that this is a designer garment, he doesn’t care about anything other than getting you naked, and it makes your core pulse with desire.
“You’ll have to pay for this dress,” you tell him between kisses.
Hyuck chuckles. “A rockstar wouldn’t care about ripped clothes.”
“A man would just say yes and be done with it,” you snap back.
He threads his fingers through your hair, pulling you back roughly so you have to stare up at him. His voice is low when he says, “I like you best when you don’t talk.”
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you,” you grin.
Hyuck shakes his head, letting out a sigh of annoyance, and then he slams his lips to yours again, pushing your ripped up dress off your body so one of his hands can grasp your now exposed breast.
You groan desperately, loving the way he’s immediately rough with you, pinching the sensitive bud between two fingers.
“I always knew you’d like to be dominated,” he says smugly, his lips moving to your throat where his teeth graze your skin again.
“Fuck off,” you snap, but another whimper escapes you when he twists your nipple.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
A powerful surge of adrenaline runs through you, and you push him off of you, leaving the rockstar blinking in confusion.
You tear off what’s left of your outfit, leaving only your high heels, and then, you grab his pants, tugging them down with rough hands.
“Oh, shit,” Hyuck laughs. “Didn’t realize you wanted to suck me off so bad.”
You roll your eyes at him, of course Hyuck thinks you want to give him head, but this isn’t about to be a one way street.
“I make it a habit to never eat alone,” you tell him, standing up straight and looking down at his naked body.
His cock is thick, it’s not the longest you’ve ever seen, but you begin to salivate as you think of the stretch the girth will give you.
“So… we sixty-nineing or what?” Hyuck grins, laying back against the pillow like the cat who ate the canary.
You roll your eyes at how much tact he lacks, but you climb onto the bed anyways, core practically dripping with anticipation.
He helps you adjust over him, and you stare down at his cock, feeling his breath on your wet pussy.
You can’t believe you’re about to do this, but you don’t take the time to think about it, because Hyuck’s hands pull you down to his mouth.
He clearly doesn’t have a care in the world that you’re ‘rivals,’ and as he fully dives into eating your pussy, you throw all inhibitions away as well.
Grabbing the base of his cock, you sink your mouth down on him, not caring to tease. If he’s not going to beat around the bush, neither will you, and from the way he’s sucking on your clit, you think he’s trying to see which one of you can make the other cum first.
It’s a wordless challenge, and it drives you to take as much of him into your mouth as you can. The tip of his girthy cock hits the back of your throat, and your gag reflex kicks in, but you clench your eyes shut and will it away.
Hyuck groans desperately, slurping and sucking your pussy while the vibrations run through you. You can feel your thighs shaking slightly, and Hyuck adjusts his grip on them, warm palms massaging your muscles.
For a moment, you can forget that this is Hyuck, and you can just focus on the fact that he’s eating you out better than anyone else ever has.
You grind down against his mouth, and Hyuck flattens his tongue to allow you to ride his face.
He’s being shockingly good for you… and this is a man who - by all accounts - has made it seem like he’s more dominant. However, you get the sense maybe he’s more versatile than he lets on, and the thought excites you.
You repeatedly push your mouth down on his cock, your eyes watering as you fight your gag reflex, and Hyuck moans wildly, his hips buckling slightly.
You can feel your orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and it spurs you on as you suck Hyuck stupid, wanting him to be the one who breaks first.
His lips wrap around your clit, and he holds you still, forcing you to take everything he’s giving you.
You can no longer hold in your moans, and you pull off of his cock, wrapping your fist around it so you can stroke him off while you press your face to his thigh, whimpering like a whore.
Hyuck grins a little, but he doesn’t stop his motions, and soon, your entire body is teetering on the edge.
You try to hold it off, but you can’t help the orgasm that washes over you, enveloping your form with pleasurable shivers.
The high is overwhelming, and you’ve never felt more alive as Hyuck eats you through your orgasm, his mouth still moving like a man who is ravaged by hunger.
But soon, it becomes too much, and you lift off of his face, whimpering and shaking.
Hyuck pushes you off of him, and you land on the bed as he sits up. “I could eat that pretty pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner, Wolfie,” he muses. “Now are you ready to take my cock, or what?”
You let out a breath, shaking your head. “I thought we agreed to keep the talking to a minimum.”
“No, I said I like it better when you don’t talk, we never agreed I would shut up,” he laughs, adjusting you on the bed before getting on top of you.
Your legs wrap around his hips, and you stare up at the beautifully infuriating man. “Don’t be two pump chump.”
Hyuck laughs even harder, then he leans over you, his lips ghosting your ear, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Two of his fingers slide into your mouth rather suddenly, and his other hand guides the head of his cock toward your core.
You’re so soaked that it’s easy for him to push into you, and you groan at the stretch, sucking his fingers diligently.
“So this is the way I can shut you up, huh?” Hyuck groans when he’s fully inside of you. “Give you something to suck on and you turn into a complete sub.”
You open your eyes and glare at him, teasing your teeth against his knuckles.
“I know you liked sucking my cock,” Hyuck continues. “Don’t try to deny it. And I also know that you’re about to love this.”
With one slight adjustment to anchor himself, Hyuck begins to rut into you, and your eyes roll back into your head from the sensation.
He’s just so thick, and you can feel him stretching you out with every motion. Your core is still sensitive from your orgasm, and it makes your toes curl as he fucks into you, finding a pace that works for you both.
You moan around his fingers, fully immersed once again.
His sounds aren’t something you’re averse to either, and there’s something sexy about the slight whining tone he makes between gasps and grunts.
Hyuck pulls his fingers out of your mouth to smash his lips against yours, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, moaning desperately as he fucks you stupid.
Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, and you kind of love the wet sounds coming from between your legs, the skin on skin, the heat and sweat.
His teeth tease your lower lip and you groan, tugging on his hair.
It seems you both have a thing for pain, and Hyuck’s pace quickens, the head of his cock hitting a deep spot inside of you that has your toes curling.
“Fuck,” Hyuck groans, pulling out of you abruptly. He flips you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and lifting you into doggy style before slamming into you again.
You mewl against the sheets, pressing your cheek firmly to the mattress as you grab for something to steady yourself. His hands are on your hips, tugging you back toward him to meet every thrust as he ravishes you in the best possible way.
“Fuck, pussy tastes amazing, but it feels like fucking magic,” he groans.
Your core flutters around him, and you love the dirty praise, which is something he clearly knows, because his thrusts falter slightly.
“I knew you liked dirty talk like this shit,” Hyuck laughs. “Knew you’d like listening to your rival come undone as he fucks you stupid.”
For once, you have no response, and you can only moan, pushing your hips back toward him, desperate for more.
“Fuck, keep doing that, keep fucking twerking on my fucking cock,” Hyuck grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. “And rub your clit too, I wanna feel you cum this time.”
You shove your hand under your body, two fingers finding the sensitive bud. Your core tightens around him again, and you both moan from the sensation.
“Just like that, fuck,” Hyuck groans, and his words make your entire body tingle.
You let your sounds escape you uncensored as he fucks you toward another high, and the rubbing of your clit has all of your muscles tensing in anticipation.
Then, he grabs your hair, tugging your head back so your body is arched in an odd shape. “Don’t hold back,” Hyuck warns, and from the angle of your throat, your sounds are much more guttural now, but there’s something so sexy about the animalistic way in which he’s fucking you.
“Keep going, keep rubbing that pretty pussy,” he instructs, and you give in to him being the dominant now.
You give in to Hyuck, and it actually feels amazing.
Each rough thrust has you closer and closer to the edge, and soon, your entire body is tensed with anticipation.
“That’s it, cum for me, cum on my fucking cock,” Hyuck groans, and without any more prompting needed, you let go.
Your orgasm slams through you, your pussy clamping down hard on Hyuck, who lets out a desperate moan.
Then he’s pushing you down flat, his body collapsing on your back as he shallowly fucks you, his cock throbbing in your own pulsating hole.
The warmth of his cum fills you, and the way he’s panting against your shoulders has your body tingling with sensitivity.
The two of you are gasping, and you can feel his heart racing against your back as you both try to steady yourselves.
A few minutes pass, and then Hyuck groans. “I probably should have asked you about birth control and STD’s and shit.”
Your heart lurches into your throat. “Did you just give me something?!”
“No, I’m clean, are you?”
“Fuck off,” you groan, pushing yourself up so he has to roll off of your back while you grab some tissues to deal with the cum that’s starting to drip off of you.
“So we’re both clean, good,” Hyuck laughs, but then his demeanor gets more serious. “This doesn’t change anything, by the way.”
“Yeah, in your dreams this changes anything,” you snap back.
“In your dreams!”
And the irritation is back.
You shake your head, going to the small bathroom to clean yourself up. You grab some clothes, checking your phone for the time. “Fuck, my team will be here soon to prep me for my show.”
“Wouldn’t want to hold little miss Best Female Rock Artist back,” Hyuck chuckles, pulling on his jeans.
“Yeah, get the fuck out of my trailer.”
“You’d have to beg me on your knees if you wanted me to stay.”
You roll your eyes. “Again, I don’t want you here.”
“Sure you don’t.” Hyuck grabs you by your hips, pulling you in for one last heated kiss, and when he pulls away, he’s grinning. “All bark and no bite.”
You can’t with him, and you let out a frustrated sigh.
“I’ll be seeing you,” Hyuck winks as he heads toward the exit door of your trailer. “And again, this doesn’t change anything.”
You wonder if he’s trying to convince you or himself, but you don’t dwell on it. You have a job to do, and you’d never let a man - let alone a man like Hyuck - get in the way of your work.
This is something to deal with another time, and you’ll cross that bridge then.
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cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, mentions of roleplay, alcohol, grinding, groping, foreplay, oral (f/m receiving), dick sucking, deep throating, pussy eating, overstimulation, multiple reader orgasms, mutual orgasms, dirty talk, praise, thick cock Hyuck, etc… I petnames. (hers) Wolfie.
👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.5k I teaser wc. 115
🌙 starring. Haechan x afab!Reader
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It’s been over a year since the now infamous onstage moment at the Music Awards, wherein ‘The Hyuckster’ had to present his rival, Wolfie Muse, with the distinction of Best Female Rock Artist. And what a year it has been.
Blind items about this pair of rock stars have been popping up left, right, and center. But blind items are just gossip, and as a journalist who did attend university for a degree on the subject, I don’t deal in word of mouth. The picture below depicts one Mister Lee Donghyuck, leaving a hotel in Madrid, and whose hotel you may ask? Well, Wolfie Muse’s hotel, where she stayed after doing a concert two days ago.
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pairing. fwb!haechan x reader
genre. fwb to lovers, slightest bit of angst, fluff
wc. 2.2k
summary. Donghyuck shows up at your door late evening when he realizes that he could no longer follow through with this friends-with-benefits thing… and, to his surprise? You feel the same. — Loosely based on Dive by Olivia Dean
warnings. suggestive but nothing graphic, just constant mentions of reader and hyuck being fuck buddies, reader’s shorter than him, yearner!hyuck bc all I do is write yearner!hyuck i love yearner!hyuck sm pls someone write him for me
an. ik its so similar to everything else I write, but this is me warming up yayyy!! I miss writing but work is consuming me, so I hope this doesn’t break my streak of okay quality baby fics… anyways, enjoy!
A guttural groan shamelessly slips from your lips when four loud knocks sound from your door.
You had spent almost the entirety of your afternoon trying to get your roommate, Karina, to leave the apartment, mostly for your sake, but also for her’s (she’d been cooped up in her room all week), but the very thought of company had ruined the relief you felt the second she had finally left.
A question of who that could be tickles the back of your neck, simply because Karina had her own key to head back in. So whoever stood at your doorstep was definitely not Karina.
Four more loud knocks hasten your pace, finding yourself up on your tippy toes to peek through the peephole.
You were fully expecting a delivery man, maybe the rare loiterer, or your next-door neighbour in need of missing baking ingredients, but when you see Donghyuck teetering on the balls of his feet through the fisheye lens, you fall back and unlock the door.
“Donghyuck? What are you doing here?”
It isn't working
I'm a tidal wave of question marks
And you're just surfing
His scent hits you like a truck, wafting past you the second you open the door. The last time you’d seen him was merely a few days ago, when you both agreed to meet up and… “Did I forget about—”
“No,” he replies quickly. His hands were buried deep in his sweater’s pockets, hood hugging his head, “Can I come in? Please?”
Your curiosity heightens, and you don’t even hesitate to move aside and let him into your apartment. Suddenly, your desire for alone time is long forgotten, brows knitted closely together when you watch Donghyuck shuffle to the living room like it was home.
Despite the questions running through your head, you choose to hold back. It wasn’t often that Donghyuck would come over with the intention to hang or talk. Your relationship with him was shallow, a harsh imbalance between sex and friendship. So seeing him here, uneasy and fidgety, with no interest in making moves on you was… weird.
“Look, if you want to fuck, I’m really not in the mood tonight,” you say, eyeing the coffee table of snacks and drinks sitting right in front of the TV. You already had a movie paused and ready to play had Donghyuck not interrupted.
Donghyuck shakes his head, defensive, “I’m not here to fuck, Y/N.”
“Then, what are you doing here?” Your head tilts in the slightest.
Donghyuck almost looks like he couldn’t tell you why he was there. His mouth bobs open and closed like he wants to say something, fingers picking at the tips of his other ones. Then he finally freezes in place, eyeing the table and the snacks, the couch and the TV, and then you, “Can I stay over?”
Again… weird.
“Only if you tell me why you’re being… not you…” You eye him suspiciously.
In what world was Donghyuck not able to express himself?
The hood hanging off his head slides off, revealing a head of disheveled hair, “Not me?”
“The Donghyuck I know would already be all up in my space,” you begin, “Need I remind you that I almost had to chop your arms off of me last time?” Heat rises in your cheeks as you remember how Donghyuck could not keep his hands off of you, fingers mapping the curves of your body like he was trying to commit them to memory.
He blinks at you as if you had just fibbed, and you’re tempted to question if he’s even all there.
Was he drunk? High?
You continue, “The Donghyuck I know would be undressing me with his eyes. Or would already be dragging me to my room...”
But the Donghyuck standing steps away had been gazing back at you with soft eyes, his demeanor unlike the one you were used to. It was like he’d done a full one-eighty, though not in a way that could be labeled alarming. Because this was still Lee Donghyuck. And you knew that for sure because he still gave you the same warm feeling he always did, only a thousand times more.
“You’re making me sound like some horny animal,” Donghyuck gulps. There’s a hint of shame in the tone of his voice, and the way he dodges your stare confirms your suspicions.
“Because you are when you’re with me,” you argue, “Do you get why I’m confused right now?”
Again, you see Donghyuck’s Adam's apple bob up and down, “I’m sorry…”
You don’t believe what you’re hearing, “What?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I never really realized how… lusty? Our relationship’s been… I-I’m sorry.”
Despite his efforts, the more Donghyuck speaks, the more confused you become, “I don’t understand what you’re apologizing for. We agreed to have this relationship. We’re fuck buddies, Hyuck. I don’t think you need to apologize about our relationship being how it is. It’s not like we’re—”
You ignore the voice that’s implying so many things, waiting for a real explanation before you jump to conclusions.
“Y/N, princess…” Donghyuck pleaded.
You blink back at him, “Donghyuck.”
“Sorr—”
“Quit saying that,” You’re ready to shake whatever this was out of him, taking a step closer to him, “Can you just tell me why you’re here?”
Donghyuck’s gaze drops to his toes, “I… had a bad day.”
“You had a bad day?” You repeat, “You had a bad day, and now you’re here?”
Donghyuck nods, “I know… I know… I’m still making sense of it all.” You see his eyes flicker back to you, and he frowns, “Can you believe that? I had a bad day, and all I wanted was to be with you.”
You open your mouth to protest, because although it wasn’t hard to believe, there was still doubt outweighing that not-so-secret other feeling. Doubt he meant what you feared he did—that he was having a bad day and now all he wanted was to have you in bed and to fill whatever void he’s trying to fill.
It’s not like this would be the first time, either.
There have been plenty of days that Donghyuck has hit you up after something mentally strenuous with the goals of distraction, taking advantage of your relationship, and using you instead of some substance that would do the same.
But just as words begin to spill out of your mouth, he speaks right over you, “I know what you’re thinking.” A frown is plastered on Donghyuck’s face, and it almost looks like he’s in pain, “And I promise you it’s different… at least I think it is. It feels like it is.”
He scrambles to piece an explanation—something that even he could understand.
How does he explain that he’s stopped seeing other people to make more time for you? How he’s cleared his calendar just so he could be there when you wanted him?
How would he make sense of the way he’s almost called you during late nights just to hear your voice? How his friends told him that he was constantly (and very annoyingly) asking for you when he was drunk?
How would he describe that flitting feeling in his chest every time your name popped up on his phone, or the way he’d catch himself smiling the whole way home from your place?
How can he justify all these things when your agreed relationship was simply friends with benefits, and he wanted something more?
“You know… It’s hard to believe you when you’ve been otherwise,” you say quietly, afraid you’re misunderstanding him. You wonder how you look right now, trying to conceal the feelings you’ve kept bottled up this whole time.
Make me
See I'm capable and fine
“You don’t understand, Y/N,” Donghyuck runs a hand through his hair, frustrated, “The past few weeks, I’ve never wanted to rip my heart out of my chest so badly because it’s been telling me things I didn’t want to accept or believe at first.”
His hands form soft fists, shrinking into the sleeves of his hoodie, “For the longest time, I denied it all because I wanted to respect you and our relationship and what we agreed to… and I know we agreed to this type of relationship, but there’s been so many damn times I was even afraid to touch you because it was unfair that it meant different to me than it did to you… It made me realize that I couldn’t keep doing this anymore.”
Donghyuck can see the way you’re processing his words, eyes running across his face as if he’s said something in a different language. He could feel his stomach sinking, plunging to the pit of his gut like a bucket forcibly pushed under water.
He tries his best to salvage what he believes he has left of your relationship. “Tell me to my face if what I’m feeling is wrong, and I’ll stop. I’ll try to stop. Whatever will keep you in my life, I’ll do it. I’d rather… I’d rather keep this than lose you.”
It almost feels like an eternity before you speak up, finally able to make some sense of what was happening and piecing your own thoughts together.
'Cause the water's warm
And nothing wrong, it's alright
It’s scary because you can tell how sincere he was—how sincere he is. You’ve rarely heard that tone in his voice or seen that glint in his eye, and it’s terrifying. But that same fear also feels like reassurance that what you’ve been feeling lately wasn’t just you and your delusions.
That he returned the same feelings that had been eating you in your sleep.
“I can’t do this anymore, either,” you say carefully, stating it like you’ve made up your mind.
Donghyuck’s eyes widen, eyes meeting yours in panic. “What? Y/N, didn’t you hear–”
“I can’t fuck without feelings, anymore, Hyuck,” you continue, “I can’t act like I don’t care about you when I really do… a lot…”
Donghyuck’s expression replicates a sunrise, brows hiding behind the hair that falls over his forehead. His eyes widened in what you interpreted as a mix of shock and relief, a subtle glow replacing his initial worry. His shoulders physically lift, and he staggers forward with a desire to embrace you, but he holds himself back for now.
You continue, “I know we agreed to this because there weren’t any consequences, but… but I realized a while ago that I was wrong.”
“We were wrong,” Donghyuck butted in, “We were both wrong.”
He tests the waters and takes small, hesitant steps toward you, almost like it was his first time even being in the same room as you. And when you don’t do anything to maintain the gap between the two of you, he lets himself stand just close enough so that he can take your hands in his and take a good look at you in the warm apartment lights.
“We were both wrong,” you repeat.
But you got me from my head to my feet
And I'm ready to dive
A smile finally breaks through, appearing brightly on your lips. Then you give his hands a squeeze.
The way Donghyuck’s eyes dance across your face, the way they linger upon your own, down to your lips, and back… You know that look. It was familiar, yet so drastically different from the countless times he’d use this look to reel you in and kiss you. Only now, it was doused in warmth and quiet, genuine affection.
And just when you think he’s going to swoop down to capture your lips with his, he brings them to meet your knuckles, peppering them with small kisses.
The gesture makes your heart flutter.
Because, somehow, it was more intimate than your nights together.
“Fuck, I thought I messed up so bad,” he sighs, letting out a breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding, “I wanted you so bad that I wanted to be selfish for once.”
This earns him a laugh from you, “And I’m glad you did.”
Then there was that look from him again, but this time, Donghyuck looked like he was struggling to hold himself back, bowing his head and shying away as if he should be ashamed of wanting to kiss you.
Tired of using words, you tug at his sleeve to catch his attention. And before he even turns to look back at you, you lift yourself up on your tippy toes and press your lips against his.
Diving into you, diving into me
Wanna swim good and I wanna swim deep
It’s a funny feeling because you and Donghyuck have kissed so many times before. It’s instinctive the way Donghyuck uses his arms to pull you in flush against his chest, and the way your arms wrap around his neck. You don’t even bat an eye at the way his hands fall to your lower back, cool fingertips brushing your exposed skin.
But there’s a tenderness that stands out in the way you hold and kiss each other—all because now there wasn’t a reason to hold feelings back.
Donghyuck pulls back and moves to plant wet kisses along your cheekbones, landing one last one on your forehead. His eyes twinkled in the dim lighting when he finally lets you go, resting his hands at your waist.
“Now, we can fuck with feelings,” Donghyuck wiggles his brows, and you don’t hesitate to swing at his shoulder. Of course, he had to ruin the moment.
You laugh, “Hyuck, please, I didn’t lie when I said I wasn’t in the mood. My movie’s waiting for me, and my popcorn’s getting cold.” At this point, the TV had automatically turned off, but it doesn’t mean you couldn’t return to it.
“I know.” The corners of his mouth lift, “I meant from now on… I can hold you because you’re actually mine, not just for the night.”
A smile beams brighter on your face.
Not just for the night.
an. u know what's crazy is I didn't even base it off the song at first but I was writing and listening to music and it came up on my playlist and I was like WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THIS IS PERFECT. Thank u Olivia Dean for amplifying this lowk half-assed fic,,, I hope u enjoyed!!
✿⃘ֹ #1: meandom!haechan who's still weak for his gf - @hyuckmov
✿⃘ֹ Touch me - @byuntrash101 (with lots of love and patience haechan was able to heal your soul. with him it feels right and you are ready to take the next big leap)
✿⃘ֹ she’s quiet (s,f) - @ijuliet (although you were not looking to make new friends, the ones you had tried their hardest to push you out of your comfort zone to find something abnormal for you. which is why you’re at a frat party on a thursday night, watching as lee donghyuck observes you from afar.)
✿⃘ֹ falling in love with haechan - @ooshu
✿⃘ֹ stalker!haechan x fem!reader - @neocentral
✿⃘ֹ flustered by you - @lelengerine (your boyfriend surely knows how to make you flustered, even when he’s the one who should be.)
✿⃘ֹ Danger - @daegall (however, on one particular day, the epitome of 'danger’ shows up to your doorstep and is asking you on a date. you recognized this certain person as lee haechan, one of your art classmate, renjun’s, best buddies.)
✿⃘ֹ getting even | lee haechan (P1) - @ofjunemoment (Haechan is notorious for his pranks. Who can forget about the one time the campus fountain was bleeding red? You were weary of never getting on his wrong side, but when you get to know him better, it seems like behind all that front he's a sweet and caring guy. That is until you get a bucket of water dunked on you straight after he promised he wouldn't pull something on you. You're not only pissed that he had fooled you like this, but that he chose such a simple prank.)
✿⃘ֹ double dog dare - @waithyuck (your best friends renjun and jeno decide that it would be funny to dare you to sit on the lap of your long time crush, lee donghyuck, during a college party.)
✿⃘ֹ ⇢ haechan as your boyfriend - @justalildumpling
✿⃘ֹ THE ONLY EXCEPTION - @jaylaxies (mark was an overprotective brother and he didn’t fail to show it, warning all the guys to stay away from you, his best friends were no exception. so, how will you make it work when you return back after graduating school, only to find that your crush is paying more attention to you than ever? it most certainly doesn’t help that it’s lee donghyuck, to whom, you are strictly off limits.)
✿⃘ֹ body language [l.dh] - @badalivie (You and Donghyuck have been dance partners for the past 6 years. When he gets into an accident that costs him a competition and substitutes himself with another dancer, he realizes he’s not so open at all to having you dance with someone else, especially having their hands in the places he considered his.)
✿⃘ֹ pancakes for two - @pearlesscentt (haechan x reader, college!au)
✿⃘ֹ ❛NICE GUY❜ ( l. haechan ) - @luvyeni (in the midst of your stalker running lose you trust haechan , he seems like nice guy)
✿⃘ֹ all is fair in love and war - @lonelyharmonies (when you meet a guy once and forget his name, the last thing you expect is meeting him again on your new job.)
✿⃘ֹ spur of the moment (ldh) - @haetrack
✿⃘ֹ pairing: lee donghyuck x reader - @yrqrnc (wherein, it’s a late afternoon and you’re watching your favorite series with your dearest boyfriend as you cuddle on the couch, but it seems that it’s physically impossible for you to keep your attention fixed on the large monitor in front of you, and not him.)
✿⃘ֹ impulse - @nctsworld (saying i love you for the first time during the heat of the moment doesn’t really count... right?)
✿⃘ֹ home is a feeling | lee donghyuck - @neonun-au (Fresh off a break-up, not willing to stomach spending Christmas single with your family, you book a last minute trip overseas to escape the impending loneliness, not realizing that perhaps running away from your feelings will only serve to intensify them. You arrive at your home-away-from-home only to find you’re not the only one staying there. Through some unfortunate (or not so unfortunate) mistake, the AirBnB you booked has also been booked by a handsome young man looking for a similar escape from his own life. Now you have to choose whether or not to stay and spend your Christmas with a stranger or scramble to find a lonely hotel room last minute over the holidays.)
✿⃘ֹ corny stuck under the bed scenario - @sherwees
✿⃘ֹ indica dreams | ldh - @hazyhae (when you finally decide to do something about your sleeping problem, your best friend suggests weed as a solution. he introduces you to donghyuck — a plug who makes it his personal mission to teach you everything there is to know about it.)
✿⃘ֹ ( 📁 twenty minutes. by lee haechan ＿ ⭐ O1O1 ) - @lavandiors (where haechan finds you in the practice room and can't help but want you all to himself.)
✿⃘ֹ ⎯ sweet nothings… - @foolsunz (you’re going to be the death of him, he knows it.)"
synopsis. there are a number of benefits to being friends — until you step past the greyed lines of platonic and rip the pages of the dusty rulebook called 'friends with benefits'. it was meant to be simple. after all, it was just adding sex to the equation of their already established friendship... right?
warnings. 18+ minors do not interact, use of pet name (baby, princess), unprotected sex, slight dom!haechan, light choking, marking (hickeys), mention of blood, mentions of violence (fighting), Yuta as your 'overly' protective brother, fluff? ending
A/N: finally posted my first Haechan fic! Just know... Haechan's recent 127's seasons greetings inspired this fic; that photoshoot had me biting my fist. no sanity left.
Y/N grabbed his shirt, pulling him down to lock her lips aggressively with his, tugging at the locks of his hair which elicited a muffled groan. The flowery scent of his cologne clashed with the lingering traces of his cigarette, creating an intoxicating concoction of innocent sweetness which mingled with something raw and rough.
As she kicked the door shut behind her, Haechan gently pushed her against it. His knee came up to press between her legs while his hand slid up her thigh. The coolness of his silver rings caused her to shiver, humming at the touch.
She hated how attractive her friend was; the subtle 'imperfections' of his skin — freckles and scars — were mesmerisingly perfect. And the veins tracing his hands and neck, along with the casualness of his outfit, had only added to her growing frustration.
His tongue trailed the seam of her glossy lips, nose brushing against hers whilst their breaths mingled together.
"You're a fucking asshole, you know that?" She hissed.
He smirked against her lips, pulling back enough to snicker at her furrowed brows, "An asshole you can't get enough of," he retorted, tilting her chin up, his breath hot against her skin, "But you like that I'm an asshole, don't you?"
Lifting up the hem of her skirt teasingly, his gaze flicked to her pussy, grinning at the wetness which seeped through the fabric of her underwear, "Very much, it seems." His eyes darkened while his other hand cupped her jaw. The pads of his fingertips left imprints across her skin as he pulled her in for another kiss — teeth grazing against the pillowy lips.
"Shut up," Y/N snapped, her palm pressing flat against his chest as she pushed him down onto the couch, "you made the rule, yet you were the first to break it."
His eyes harboured a glint of mischief as though to suggest he had done it purposefully, yet his words feigned innocence, "Yeah, and what rule did I break exactly?"
She rolled her eyes, but God did she love the sight of him sprawled out along the couch. His hair was a tangled, disheveled mess, lips swollen and pink from the make out, and bulge hard as it pressed uncomfortably against his sweatpants, the friction almost unbearable. But his half-lidded, almost sleepy-looking eyes were oh so attractive.
Haechan sat up as she climbed on top of him, earning a scowl from her. She used her index finger to push his forehead down, laying him flat against the cushions, "'Don't get in the way of us hooking up with someone else', and you did just that, Hyuck."
He recalled the other night at one of Jaehyun’s parties. With a cup of what he hoped was alcohol in hand, he watched as Jisung’s hands hesitantly settled on her waist, his thumb tracing small circles against her skin. She drew him in closer, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, and led him towards the stairs that ascended to the rooms, a shy Jisung trailing behind her.
A wave of either anger or jealousy washed over Haechan, he wasn't sure which, but he hoped it wasn't the latter. He crinkled the cheap plastic cup in his hands, chucking it away and pushing through the intoxicated crowd. Jisung's excitement was short-lived when haechan wrapped a strong arm around his shoulders, and whisked him away to God knows where.
She kissed down his neck to his collarbone, whilst Haechan's hands settled on her hips, tightening his grasp, "You really were serious about getting in bed with Jisung, huh? Baby, he wouldn't know how to satisfy you if it came with step-by-step instructions."
She scoffed, her finger trailing down his chest teasingly, loving the way his breath hitched at the touch, before stopping at the waistband of his pants, "But he's cute."
He raised a questioning brow as his fingers pressed against her skin. He bucked his hips needily against her as if to distract himself from the bubbling feeling that threatened to overwhelm him at the mere mention of Jisung, "Baby, I'm cuter, and I can make you feel good. I'd say I'm worth more of your time."
She laughs, which sounds closer to a sneer as she strips herself free of her top, "Just admit you're jealous and don't like to share."
Haechan's eyes trailed her body as she undressed, and he followed. He loved how she never held back with him, always playing along with his annoying antics, "Baby, I don't get jealous," he sat up, pulling her hands to wrap around his waist, her breasts pushed up against his chest, "but I do love the idea of you belonging to me."
He nipped at her neck, hand palming her breast, whilst his free hand moved to her ass, squeezing it lightly. He loved the sounds she made, the way her body reacted to him, and how soft her skin was as he trailed his fingers up her spine, "Now, are you going to fuck me, or should I do it myself?"
She sighed, almost reluctantly obliging, but roughly rolls her hips against him as payback for getting in between Jisung and her, earning a groan from him. An innocent smile was plastered on her face as she tightened her hold around him, a teasing glint in her eye, "There, happy?"
Her rough movements had sent him spiralling in a fit of pleasure, he rested his forehead against hers, letting out a breathy chuckle. He fucking loved it whenever she'd put him in his place.
"Happy? No, I'm not fucking happy" He muttered, kissing her cheek before pulling slightly away from her with that stupid grin of his, "But I will be once I fill you up with my cum."
His eyes never left hers, it was almost like he were challenging her, getting her to push back or, even better, take the lead. His voice was raspy and slow as if to enunciate every word, "Now, ride me like the good friend you are."
The way he spoke to her, paired with his half-lidded, teasing gaze... That alone could make her lose control, and she loved it just as much as she despised it. She moved against him, a wave of pleasure consuming her, yet she still managed to harbour a sarcastic tone, "Fuck- you sure are charming."
Haechan chuckled in response, head nestling into the crook of her neck, "I know I am," he jokes, biting down against her skin, "and you love it."
Haechan's grip on her tightened, knuckles white, as she began to rock against him, loving how she fit perfectly around his cock. Every time they had sex, Haechan would subtly take the chance to observe her features. The soft curve of her lips when she smiled at the pleasure, the layers of her long, dark hair which gently framed her face, but also the parts of her no one else got to see. The airbrushed moles which peppered down her figure, the cute tan lines painting her skin, and the beads of sweat that formed on the canvas which was her body.
His fingers lightly ghosted over her frame, searching for her hands. When they finally touched, he gently wrapped his hand around her finger. It was the right amount of intimate that wasn't suspicious, but enough to satisfy the strange feeling that washed over him.
Haechan continued to watch her intently, brows knit together when her voice faltered, getting caught in her throat. He brushed the strands of hair from her face, "Let me hear you, baby."
Her breathing grew uneven, body quaking as her forehead pressed against his. She cried out in husky, desperate pleas, "Fuck, Hyuck, I'm close."
The familiar nickname echoed in his mind, igniting a surge of pleasure and a desire to hear it again. "Say it again... My name," He demanded breathlessly, almost like that of a whine.
His thrusts became more desperate and increasingly impatient. His slender hands cupped her neck, thumb brushing against her soft jaw, "Say it, Y/N," he begged, his eyes pleading with her, every inch of him anticipating the sound of her voice.
Y/N's gaze locked with Haechan's, her dark eyes boring into his. The intensity of this moment, of their bodies, sent her over the edge. She gasped, "Hyuck... please, I need..."
His name on her lips sent a jolt of adrenaline through him, his hips thrusted with more fervour, his own restraint slipping as he responded, "You're so good for me, baby."
She could feel every ridge, vein and throb of his dick, making it hard for her to contain herself as he thrusted into her roughly. Y/N arched her back, her voice breaking, words a jumbled and incoherent mess.
Haechan's own release followed, their bodies shuddering and trembling. As she rolled off him, they lay there, panting, a small chuckle leaving both their lips before she moved to gather her clothes.
"So, do you wanna continue watching our show? I'm dying to know what happened to Elena."
He sends her a soft smile in the middle of throwing his clothes back on quickly, patting the space next to him with an arm outstretched, "I'm down."
She returns his smile, giggling as she hugs his side, his arm wrapping around her smaller frame, setting the episode to play on the TV. Then, with a playful mumble, she says, "You’re still an asshole, but I’m glad we’re friends.”
He chuckles under his breath, placing an uncharacteristic kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo as he let out a sigh of content, "Me too."
The music boomed uncomfortably loud throughout the house, the bass thumping against the walls as sweaty bodies meshed together — intoxicated and insufferable. Haechan hated house parties, even more so when Y/N was there. It was where she'd hook up with men. It's where she first hooked up with him.
He scoffed, taking a sip of the cheap, lukewarm alcohol as his eyes stayed trained on her, watching her dance with some loser, Jungwoo. Johnny slid onto the couch next to Haechan, resting his arm along the back as he followed his friend's gaze. He smirked, clasping his shoulder and leaning in to shout over the music, "You gonna do anything about it?"
Haechan sends him a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow, but he doesn't respond, which only raises Johnny's curiosity further.
He watches as Jungwoo's hands slithered down her body, his fingers slipping under her shirt to press the calloused pads against her supple skin. Haechan tightens his grip on the plastic cup, the crinkle sharp as it cut through the music. Johnny always found it amusing how the usually collected man would burn daggers at anyone who would get close to her, his thoughts loud as he sent curses to the shy dork who was suddenly all over his friend.
Then, Jisung saunters in, tipsy as he plops down next to Haechan, leaning in heavily onto his side. His elbow was practically digging into his friend's waist as he mumbled, "Can't believe you took her from me," he hiccuped, cheeks flushed and lips pouty.
Haechan shoved Jisung away with an annoyed groan, "Dude, space. And she was already mine."
Jisung squinted his hazy eyes at Haechan, looking at him in disbelief, "Y/N is not yours. You guys are just friends with benefits. You're basically using her for sex!"
Unfortunately for Haechan, Yuta had been leaning against the back of the couch, listening in. His fists had clenched instantly as he let out a loud scoff that startled Haechan, causing all the hairs to stand up on the back of his neck, "What the fuck do you mean, using her?"
Haechan swallowed thickly. He could have sworn he felt his life flash before his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing in fear. If there was one person you didn't want to piss off, it was Nakamoto Yuta. He may as well have been the second coach for the football team, a star player who dominated the field. He was also someone who didn't hesitate to mess people up, as he wasn't one to give a shit about his reputation, especially when people messed with his sister — Y/N.
Johnny was the first to step in, being close with Yuta, "Jisung is drunk, man. He's spewing shit."
But Yuta doesn't budge and doesn't take his glaring eyes off the side of Haechan's face, "I wasn't asking you."
Haechan chuckles lightly under his breath. He couldn't believe his luck. Couldn't believe Yuta had to be right here, just as he was about to get in-between Jungwoo and Y/N, as soon as Jisung waltzed in. That bitter laugh gets on Yuta's nerves and he reaches over the couch to grab the younger man by his collar, yanking him up, "What's so funny? You think this is a joke? Think my sister is one of your slutty, easy bitches you can play around with?"
Haechan raises his hands in surrender, red solo cup in hand, "Just wondered why it was only a problem with me and not with Jungwoo over there feeling her up."
Yuta's eyebrow twitched, his veins pulsing as he gripped his collar tight. But he responds with a sharp punch to Haechan's cheek, his ring cutting through his skin. Followed by another. And another. Loud gasps and whispers surrounded them. Johnny had jumped in, but Yuta was fuming, his face was a burning red as he glared down at Haechan who only laughed. He really couldn't believe his luck as he gazed up at Yuta from the floor.
Johnny's desperate yells were drowned out by the music, trying to pull Yuta off of Haechan as he was sprawled out along the floor, bruises blossoming across his skin. But to no avail, not when rage burned in the untamed eyes of the protective brother with anger issues.
Haechan didn't know how long it went on for. It wasn't until Taeyong stepped in, his stern eyes enough to have Yuta backing down like a guilty puppy.
He dragged himself to his feet, pushing past the familiar faces that reached out to him in concern, stumbling towards the stairs. He gripped onto the railing as the world spun nauseatingly around him. His jaw throbbed from the numerous punches, and his cheek burned from the cut of Yuta's ring, tasting blood on his tongue each time he swallowed.
He barely made it upstairs, kicking the first door open and stumbling inside, thanking the Heavens that it was the bathroom. He slammed the door shut behind him and fumbled with the lock until the click echoed in the small, white room. And, when he finally turned, he got a look at the mess of his face, each red mark and cut made up the canvas of Yuta's work. He let out a bitter laugh, the cool marble of the sink biting into his palms as he twisted the tap with shaky fingers and started to wash out the blood that stained his skin.
His attempts at cleaning himself was... pitiful, "Fuck," he mumbled. Soaked tissues scattered on the floor around him, sticking to surfaces, water pooling everywhere, yet he was still as much of a mess as when he first walked in here.
"Hyuck," Y/N's soft voice called out from behind the door. He tensed, glancing back at himself in the mirror. He didn't want her to see him like this. Vulnerable, weak and small. But he couldn't do anything on his own, not when his entire body throbbed and ached.
Hesitantly, he unlocked the door but stayed by the sink, embarrassment eating away at him. He could hear her shocked gasp and see the reflection of her wide eyes as she took in his appearance. She felt guilty, her hands fidgeting at her sides, unsure of where to even start.
She stood beside him, dabbed a wet tissue at the bloody cut on his cheek with a shaky hand, holding back tears with every wince of his. The lack of a first-aid kit only made matters worse for her, having to use tissues which barely helped in cleaning him up.
"Jesus, Hyuck," she breathed, soaking another tissue in water before going back in.
He leaned back against the marble, watching her carefully, like he wasn't sure if she was about to scold him or cry. Maybe a bit of both.
"You look like shit," she said, voice cracking on the last word, trying to lighten the mood.
He laughed. It was a short, breathless sound that made him tense up as pain cut through his body, immediately cutting it short, "Thanks, Y/N. You really know how to make a guy feel good," he grabbed her wrist, trying to clean himself up instead when her voice cut through his attempts.
"You're such an idiot," she whispered, pulling her hand away from his grasp, "Be a good boy and let me help."
He didn't move when she stepped between his legs and cupped his bruised cheek so softly it almost had him punching the air, finding her adorable like this. Her touch was light, fingertips tracing along the cut with a gentle care he never expected. His breath hitched, and for a second, he forgot about the pain.
He watched the way her brows knit together in focus, the way her bottom lip trembled slightly from worry, and the way her hands shook as she dabbed at his skin with a damp tissue.
"You're such a mum," he teases, holding onto her hips gently as his thumbs grazed the skin under her shirt.
She paused, sending him a deadpanned expression, "Don't call me that or I'll knock you out."
He laughed, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck as he breathed her in, sighing contently. She gently threaded her fingers through his hair without complaint or question.
Haechan couldn't ignore the way she made him feel in this moment, or ever. He had always subtly wanted more; hand wrapping around her finger during their coupling, eyes tracing down the lines and patterns of her body, memorising every dip, curve and blemish. And now, as tears pricked her eyes, he couldn't help himself, blurting out words like a fool which was so unlike him, "I like you."
It was simple, but so idiotic. He made those rules. Those stupid rules that did nothing to stop his heart from locking its rosy gaze on her, squeezing out a sickening beat at every laugh or feel of her touch. Simple words such as 'I like you' couldn't express how he truly felt, even as the anxious flutter of butterflies, and whatever else used to lay dormant in the pits of his stomach, flapped their fragile wings erratically.
"What?" her voice was quiet, too quiet as the drowned out sound of club music filtered in through the cracks of the door.
Haechan pulled back, feeling his cheeks flush. He was usually the one to make the first move. The one who first suggested being friends with benefits. And, the one who acted like nothing was ever a big deal. But now, with her wide, soft eyes peering back at him, paired with the gentle touch of her cold fingertips, he felt the words form a lump in his throat, "I... I said I like you."
The hoarseness of his voice and the pitiful state of him had her giggling softly as she continued to clean him up, "I like you too, Haechan."
He grabbed at her wrist again, stopping her movements, "Not as a friend. Well, I do like you as a friend, of course. But as in-"
Whenever he was flustered, he was always a stuttering mess, waffling about anything to calm his raging heart, but her lips pressing to his had him pause immediately in surprise, "I know, dumbass. I like you too," she whispered softly against his lips, pulling back, "and you think I didn't notice you having feelings for me? I knew from the moment you suggested being friends with benefits. Like an idiot."
She smacked his head lightly, "If only you just said you liked me back then, it wouldn't have been so messy. And Yuta would have actually liked you too."
Haechan pouted, leaning against the counter and averting his gaze as he mumbled, "I guess I am an idiot."
"A big one."
He glanced sideways at her briefly, a smile tugging at his lips, "So... if you like me and I like you too, does that mean we've levelled up from friends to a couple?"
Y/N pondered, her hum echoing in the small confines of the bathroom as she cleaned up the last of his blood, "Hmm, I don't know, are we?"
Haechan scowled, mumbling small complaints before he pressed her to the cool, tiled wall, peering down at her with an intense glint in his eyes, "Don't tease me now, Y/N. I need to know."
She chuckled, but only shrugged, which had Haechan tonguing the inside of his cheek in frustration, his words making her thighs quiver, "I've always been somewhat gentle with you, but I won't be if you're a brat," his thumb grazed over her bottom lip, pressing it down and tilting her chin up, "Do I need to fuck the answer out of you? Because, believe me, I'd be able to get it out of you with your thoughts all mushy from the feel of my dick."
Y/N swallowed hard. Haechan always talked dirty. His smart little Gemini mouth constantly working overtime in making her knees weak. But this was different, especially paired with the cuts and red marks along his skin, "Ask me properly and maybe you'll find out."
Haechan let out a low chuckle under his breath, peering at her through his lashes cockily. God she would tug at the roots of her hair at how insane he was making her right now, "I always thought our first proper time would be sweet and slow but... Fuck being gentle."
His plush lips crashed into hers, dragging and nipping at them as if she were his lifeline. His fingers tangled in her long hair, tugging at the strands to tilt her head to the side, letting her parted lips lock with his with practiced ease. He tasted like alcohol, paired with his warm breath which caused her to feel flushed and drunk on him.
She gasped into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. She was grabbing at anything she could, from his shirt, to his hair, and even his arm. The warmth of Haechan's body contrasted against the coolness of the bathroom tile.
It was so messy. So needy. So hot. She felt like she had stumbled into cloud nine, especially as his lips dragged down her neck to nip at her collarbone, marking her, "Maybe this will let your brother know that you are mine."
She chuckled, "I didn't say I was," Haechan pulled back to glare at her and, if that wasn't the sexiest thing — the graze on his cheekbone and the red marks that peppered his golden skin made her feel breathless and in a daze, "...yet."
Haechan tried hard to stifle his smile, but he ended up letting out a soft laugh, shaking his head as he pulled her in by her waist, smiling down at her, "You're so cute, you know that?"
Y/N stares at him suspiciously, "I know... but what did I do that was so cute?"
He only roles his eyes, "Everything, especially the way you look at me," he presses a soft kiss to her cheek, letting is lips linger, "So, are you going to give me an answer now?"
She scowls at him, squishing his cheeks between the palms of her hands whilst avoiding his injuries, pulling him back to meet her gaze, "What happened to not being gentle anymore?"
Haechan pouted, rubbing circles along the skin of her waist with his thumbs, "I lied. I want our first proper time to be special and only when we make it clear we aren't just friends anymore. I mean... I want to show you off the moment we leave this cramped bathroom."
She giggles, pulling him in for a hug. He waits patiently, savouring the feeling of her warm body molded into his, "You still have to ask me properly, Haechan."
He whines, about to retort before cupping her cheeks and meeting her gaze, "Okay, Princess, as you wish," He clears his throat, a smug smile lacing his lips, "Will you let me finally be your boyfriend, Y/N?"
Y/N pretends to ponder, letting her hum echo in the bathroom and Haechan pokes her side which causes her to yelp and playfully smack at his shoulder, "Yes, yes! Fine, jeez. You can be my boyfriend. But don't let it get to your head."
Haechan picks her up by her waist and spins her lightly before wincing and putting her back down, laughing with her when he remembered Yuta had almost knocked his lights out, "So... Now that we're dating. Am I still an asshole?"
Y/N thought for a moment before shrugging, "A little. A cute one, though."
Haechan rolls his eyes, unlocking the bathroom door and lacing his fingers with hers, "I suppose one thing has changed though."
Her ears perk up as she meets his gaze, "What has?"
PAIRING: best friend! haechan x reader (feat. ex boyfriend! jaemin)
GENRE: best friends-to-lovers au, humor, fluff
SYNOPSIS: you kick donghyuck on the leg, he kicks you back. he teases you, you tease him back! and, yet, you two sit through a five-course meal with different reasons in mind. for him, it’s because you want to make jaemin jealous from across the room. for you, it’s because you want him to realize your ex has been right about you all along.
WARNINGS: veeery mild suggestive themes and cussing!
WC: 2.5k
AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’m crzy for our newly debuted soloist (>_<) i can't get haechan and his new music out of my mind, so i wrote this in my feels lol pls enjoy! it’s my first time to write a semi-make out scene, too ^_^ hope the imagery is all clear and cute only~
it might be normal for you and best friend! donghyuck to have one-on-one dinner together, but it’s annoyingly different when he knows your ex is around to see it. so, even if he’s down to help you get a reaction out of ex boyfriend! jaemin from two dining tables on your left, it takes a heavy sigh from your lips and a subtle kick to his shin for him to actually lock in.
“ow!” donghyuck’s leg jerks backwards, causing his upper body to lean towards the dining table. there’s an incredulous expression across his face—the dessert spoon midway through his lips a few seconds ago is now back in the open. “what, a man can’t enjoy his ice cream now?”
“not when he has to be my charming date!” you whisper-shout, watching your best friend recover (with a shake of his head) and continue eating his ice cream one spoon after another. “at least share it with me.”
“it’s mine.” with his mouth full and his hand restlessly digging into his dessert, donghyuck responds without having to look at you. “and, for the record, i don’t have to be charming when i already am.”
“to a plant, maybe.”
“you calling yourself a plant?”
you decide to ignore him. “just do it, hyuckie boo,” you say in a sing-song voice that makes donghyuck’s head shoot up, clearly grossed out at your tone. “if you don’t want me to keep calling you that.”
“well, say no more, baby.” he responds. before you can react to your sudden nickname, donghyuck is able to dodge it by shoving a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. you almost choke by the act, which encourages him to sport the look of smug. “you like it?”
you’re violently coughing, almost like a broken smoke machine with the cool ice cream breeze coming out of your mouth. it sends you to the brink of tears, but you manage to shoot donghyuck a glare. “the nickname, the choking, or the ice cream?”
donghyuck continues your back-and-forth banter, but he paces his side of the humor by subtly moving your glass of water closer to you. “all of the above? they’re equally informative.”
it’s pretty safe to say that you’re seriously conflicted in wanting to hug your best friend for his subtle caring nature and wanting to strangle him for everything else that he is.
“well, the ice cream is good.” you say, as you put your glass back down and start grabbing your own spoon. as you dive into the sundae, you mutter, “dipshit.”
donghyuck allows himself time to divert his attention to his hands on the table and grin at your response—a habit of shyness that he hasn’t outgrown whenever he smiles.
once donghyuck looks at you again, he casually wipes the smudged cream off the corner of your lips with his thumb. “you baby. this is why you have me, isn’t it?”
you roll your eyes in response, but the pursing of your lips tells him you’re just stopping yourself from smiling. it leads you, however, to settling your gaze to someone specific on your left for the nth time during your whole five-course meal.
as he watches you, donghyuck wonders if your ex has looked at you at least once in your many attempts to be noticed. has jaemin seen that you’re on a date with him, your best friend ever since? has jaemin thought of coming over and crashing it? or have you been thinking of going over to him and professing your attempt at making him jealous?
maybe, worse, have you two been sharing a nonverbal moment all day long and donghyuck has just been an oblivious cockblock?
no matter these internal questions, donghyuck doesn’t mind whether or not he finds out the answers. instead, he uses the times you look away as an opportunity to study you with a mix of admiration and longing etched in his face—both only for you to keep missing.
he steals a quick glance at your lips now, then he licks his own before deciding to finally speak again. maybe it is time for him to take this date-for-show seriously. it’s designed to benefit you both, anyway—you earning the attention of your ex, and him getting to live his greatest what-if of being more than friends with you (even if it’s only for a few hours). “think we should kiss?”
your head whips back to your best friend. there’s a lot of uncertainty and a hint of intrigue battling to make up your face. “kiss—you and me? right now?” you blink multiple times in an attempt to absorb what he just asked. “hyuck, i—”
“i just think it’d be fair to give jaemin a red warning if you want him to do something,” donghyuck shrugs nonchalantly, as if his heart isn't beating faster in his chest or his hands aren’t shaking without the pressure of clutching them together on the table. “and to give you a distraction from checking if pretty boy’s looking. don’t you know i’ve been wanting to distract you with a kiss since our entrée?”
you’re so taken aback by your best friend’s boldness, that you have a hundred unspoken thoughts running in your mind. where to start, the fact that you don’t want jaemin to actually come over and ruin your date or that donghyuck didn’t even have to ask for him to kiss you?
because, frankly speaking, you’ve been wanting to be kissed by your best friend ever since your ex made you realize he’s the one you’re in love with.
what donghyuck doesn’t know is that you’ve only been looking at jaemin all day because you want your ex to see you happy with the very reason you broke up, all for the best intentions. you want jaemin to know that he’s been right all along—you do love donghyuck, so you’re thankful he let you go.
you’ve had a crush on the boy now sitting across you, dropping a suggestion that might finally change the trajectory of your friendship from here onwards, for quite some time already. how is he not getting a hint?
you almost stand from wanting to keep adjusting your sitting position, just to busy yourself from your newly-felt nerves. once you settle, you allow yourself to swing your legs under the table, accidentally throwing a kick at donghyuck’s shin again in the process.
“ow!” donghyuck crouches in his seat to reach over his throbbing leg. “kicking me again? what did i do?”
“holy shit, that was an accident!” you reason out, only to be distracted by the screech of a chair against the floor on your left. you see jaemin looking at you, his face giving away his internal debate of whether or not he should come over to help. “holy shit, he’s looking!”
now, that earns you a kick to your shin.
“ouch!” you shriek.
“i said stop checking!” donghyuck looks like he’s close to ripping his hair out, but while there’s a smile on his handsome face fighting hard to hide itself.
“you stop whatever your face is doing!” you laugh, feeling defeated in the chaos between you and your best friend as soon as you notice.
donghyuck plays it off by poking his inner cheek with his tongue at first, but he gives in and covers his face with his hands when he laughs with you.
now, it’s you that uses this time as an opportunity to secretly study him back with admiration all over your face. how could you have missed the tickling feeling in your stomach just by looking at him and hearing his laugh?
“hey,” you start, not wanting to waste any more time between the two of you. you swallow down your remaining giggles, in exchange for a mellow tone of your voice. “hyuck, i think i wanna—”
“your pretty boy’s still looking.” he cuts you off with a mumble. donghyuck now has his elbows work against the table, making his hands rest under his chin, while he undoubtedly looks at jaemin’s direction.
you shake your head like it can physically throw away the fact that jaemin is watching you and the idea that he’s your pretty boy. your eyes are stuck on the handsome one in front of you. “hyuck, i think i wanna kiss you, too.”
upon hearing this, donghyuck’s eyes instantly land back on you. he has the look of a person that suddenly has the world move in slow motion—there’s confusion and fascination coming together to make him look so intrigued from your words alone, too. “yeah?”
“yeah, but not because of jaemin or anything. who cares, really?” you purse your lips from talking too much. you want to keep it simple and direct to the point. “i just want to kiss you.”
donghyuck inhales through his mouth like he’s about to tell you a heavy thought, but decides against it. still, his face produces the slightest frown—not to doubt you, but to try to have a grasp on what you’re saying. he shifts in his seat, doing his utmost best not to seem too shaken about what you just said. “are we not here to make him jealous or do a look-what-you’re-missing type… of… thing…?”
“it’s more of a thanks-for-breaking-up-with-me type of thing, really.” you swallow hard, suddenly finding the table interesting to look at. “maybe it’s even a you’re-right-about-me-being-happier-with-hyuck type ’cause it’s true.”
“huh,” donghyuck is quite speechless at this point. he’s starting to believe he’s just gotten delusional about you because there’s no way you’re confessing that you like him back. “are you being serious or…?”
you nod, “i’m serious.”
holy shit, donghyuck thinks. is intimacy really about to happen between you two right now? he is so going to use this as an example of a time when you’re down bad for him. he didn’t think this time would ever come.
while he’s been well-aware that his name was heavily dropped by jaemin when he delivered his (honestly, quite outstanding) breakup speech to you a while back, donghyuck didn’t believe any of it was substantial or true. he’s always thought jaemin telling you that you had ‘unresolved’ feelings for your best friend was pure bullshit. yet, here you are now proving him wrong and actually proving your ex right.
“you’re serious.” donghyuck repeats, crossing his arms and squinting his eyes. “you do just want to kiss me.”
“sure,” you respond, close to running out of patience for your dumb best friend. you eye him and the space beside you to (hopefully) give him a hint that he really should get up from his seat now. “so…”
“so…” he continues. donghyuck still feels the need to play it safe, despite being given the clearest of signs from you, just in case he’s gotten it all wrong. “should i move closer to you?”
“yes, you charming dumbass.”
“wow. what happened to not admitting i’m charming?” donghyuck asks like he wants a playful argument with you, but he also stands right away to move his seat right next to yours.
now, there’s an appropriate amount of space between you two—big enough for lovers, but small enough for friends. it’s as if he might freeze and ruin this feverish reality if he gets even closer, like he’s not the same boy who had just kicked your shin or swiped his finger over your lips. “is this okay?”
you angle your body to face his. your knee brushes against his. “mhm.”
in return, donghyuck slowly closes the gap between you two by pressing his forehead against yours. he keeps his eyes on your lips, though. “you know, i didn’t think you liked kissing in public.”
“it’s with you, so…” you trail off.
his head voluntarily tilts to the perfect angle. “i’m an exception?”
you sigh, tilting your head to the opposite direction a bit to make your lips an inch closer to his. “please shut up.”
donghyuck doesn’t shut up yet, but he does start cupping your cheeks. “you like it ’cause it’s with me.”
you close your eyes to his touch. “please shut up and just kiss m—”
the next thing you know, you finally feel his lips on yours and it’s everything you had hoped it’d feel—warm, soft, and just right. it’s an innocent kiss, yet it’s pressed hard against your lips, like it’s trying to etch itself onto your skin so you don’t forget the first time this collision is happening.
when donghyuck pulls away slowly, producing a low ‘pop!’ sound while he’s at it, he takes his sweet time looking at your lips. “how was that?”
it’s sweet and just so right, you think.
but, you bite your lower lip to refrain from answering him like this. you decide to tease your best friend with dissatisfaction. “it was barely there.”
donghyuck frowns in disbelief, but his fingers at the tip of your chin remain to keep the closeness of your faces. “barely there?”
“yeah,” you don’t fight the shy smile on your face as you nod, like you’re trying to prove a point that you don’t even believe.
donghyuck picks it up right away, leading him to being too weak to also hide his smile. his mind is already a step ahead of the kiss you just shared. “shit, my bad.”
“maybe do it again?” you ask absentmindedly.
“i’ll do it again.” he whispers back.
not a second after, donghyuck’s lips crash onto yours without hesitation anymore, making you whimper. it translates to an open-mouthed kiss by the moment he softly tugs your bottom lip with his teeth and you grant him access. donghyuck kisses and holds you like he’s trying to hypnotize you—his tongue has no hesitation to explore you and one of his hands trails down to the nape of your neck, gently pulling your head to be a bit more against his.
you grip his wrists in desperation for more contact, even when he pulls away to kiss your cheek and whisper to your skin. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this.”
“how long?” you ask teasingly. you try to chase the feeling of donghyuck’s lips on yours, re-angling your head to meet his lips again.
“well, every time you’re single.” a peck is all it takes for donghyuck to be too dazed to realize you’re just teasing. he licks his lips to hide his lovesick smile that his eyes give away. “i might be your best friend, but i still have the biggest crush on you.”
you pull on his wrists to bring him in for a deeper kiss—also urging his fingers to get tangled with your hair. he lets you take the lead, allowing you to open his mouth with your tongue this time.
you quickly top it off with another peck before you say, “i have the biggest crush on you, too.”
donghyuck only playfully scoffs at this, still in a trance that stops his brain from forming an actual response. he brings his lips back to yours with confidence—truly, completely, and finally meeting you on the same page.
(at the nearby table on your left, jaemin settles back into his seat, but continues to crane his neck to see you and donghyuck. he exhales from his mouth in contentment, shaking his head to himself. “true love right there.”)
summary: Caught in a toxic relationship with a manipulative and cheating boyfriend, you find solace in his enemy, Donghyuck. What starts as a vengeful fling turns into something more, and old feelings start to re-surface.
genre: enemies with benefits?, childhood friends fallout, slice of life, angst, a lot of fighting, fluffy end, SMUT MDNI!!
content warning: swearing, haechan getting into a fight, please guys don’t fight lol, helping clean up after a fight, jealousy, cunnilingus, blowjob, teasing, ex knowingly watching, no condom mentioned (stay safe yall), the pull out method (pls be safe), use of the words hot seed, cum, cock.
word count: 18.5k
authors note: Shout out to my lovely 💚anon for this one!! After some internet troubles, it’s finally out now :) Please let me know if there is anything funky about this (I write on google doc and copy and paste it on Tumblr and sometimes it fucks up the format or doubles paragraphs)
Marketing would be a fun class if it wasn't for the pain that decided to sit next to you every single class.
"You’re no better than your stupid boyfriend!" Donghyuck's voice cut through the air, his tone filled with disgust.
"Just shut up!" you snapped, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. Why did he have to make things so awkward?
Donghyuck, or Haechan as he insisted on being called now, was someone you hadn't seen in years. You used to be close friends back in middle school, basically best friends. But then life happened, and you had to move away. You two were so young that you couldn't even stay in touch through social media. Only a promise that you two would find each other later on.
Now here you two were, reunited in college, but things were different. Haechan was no longer the sweet boy you once knew. He had turned into an arrogant jerk, who wouldn’t shut the fuck up.
Throughout the class, you couldn't shake off the discomfort of sitting next to Haechan, especially after his rude outburst. But beneath the cocky smirk on his face, you couldn't shake off the feeling that missed your friend that was long gone.
You would never tell anyone that you missed your childhood friend. Especially not any of your new friends, who also hate him. Chenle, Jeno, and Jaemin all would jump at the chance to wipe that little smirk off his face.
Your best friend Chaeryeong was the only one who knew about your past with him. She's the only person who you could never lie to. She always had your back, so you will always have hers. Even if she hates your boyfriend, Jay.
Well, most of your friends hate your boyfriend... Jaemin has even tried to talk you into breaking up with Jay. But “pussied out” as Chenle would say when he saw you were starting to tear up.
Jay was your first boyfriend. You learned how to deal with all of his flaws…Everyone has flaws so why is it so bad for him to have some…okay a lot of flaws. But he’s sweet to you!
You sat through the rest of the class with clenched fists, trying to focus on anything but the awkward tension that clung to the air between you and Haechan. His outburst still echoed in your mind, chewing at you. “You’re no better than your stupid boyfriend”.
Once everyone started to pack their bags, pulling you from your thoughts, you quickly gathered your things, hoping to escape before Haechan could throw another mocking remark your way. But, as expected, he would always be a little shit.
"Running away already?" Haechan’s voice was teasing, but there was something beneath it, something sharp that cut through the cocky tone. "Gonna run back to your little boyfriend."
You spun around, eyes glaring, ready to fire back, but then you caught Haechan's expression. It wasn’t that usual smug grin he always wore. Instead, there was a hint of vulnerability that almost made you stop. Almost. But just like that, it disappeared, and he was back to his old self, smirking like nothing had happened. Typical.
"Maybe you should shut up for once, Donghyuck," you shot back, emphasizing his old name, hoping it would sting.
His smirk faltered. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but you saw it. Something about calling him “Donghyuck” felt like a small victory. You were pretty sure the boy you once knew was entirely gone.
You turned on your heel and walked out of the classroom, leaving Haechan behind. As you made your way to the dining hall, you spotted Chenle and Jeno lounging on one of the benches, chatting. Seeing them made you feel more at ease. You needed a distraction. Anything to get your mind off that annoying encounter.
"Y/n! Over here!" Chenle called out, waving his arms dramatically. "Where's Jaemin?."
You shrugged, still shaken by your fight with Haechan. "I haven’t seen him. He’s probably sleeping through his class again."
"Or he got into another fight because of your boyfriend," Jeno added, his eyes holding a seriousness that made your stomach twist. You knew your friends didn’t like Jay, but you wished they could just let it go.
"Can we not do this today," you muttered, dropping your bag next to Chenle and sinking onto the bench. You didn’t have the energy to get into another debate about Jay right now.
Chenle nudged you playfully. "Come on, we’re just looking out for you. You deserve someone better than that guy."
"Yeah, someone who's not a total asshole," Jeno chimed in. "Like, seriously, what do you even see in him?"
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you stared off into the distance, your thoughts spiraling. It wasn’t just about Jay—it was everything. The awkwardness with Haechan, the tension with your friends, the pressure to hold everything together when you felt like you were starting to unravel.
“He’s sweet…” You trailed off, your words sounding weak even to yourself. Was Jay sweet? Or was that just the version of him you had convinced yourself to see?
Chenle raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Sweet? You’re joking, right? The same guy that has to approve your outfits when you go out."
You shot him a look, but he continued, persistent. "I’m serious, Y/n. There’s ‘sweet’ and then there’s whatever Jay’s doing to you. You deserve better."
Jeno, who had been scrolling through his phone, suddenly locked eyes with you. “You think this is what love’s supposed to feel like? Constant stress? Us having to break up fights Jaemin gets into because of Jay? You don’t look happy.”
That last comment stung more than you expected like an arrow hitting its mark. Were you happy? Or had you just grown used to the chaos?
Your silence was telling, and your friends exchanged worried glances. Chenle let out a dramatic sigh and pulled out his phone, probably ready to change the topic, when you heard the sound of footsteps approaching. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
“Hey, what’s up, guys?” Jaemin's voice was casual, but when he turned to you, his expression hardened a little bit. “Jay’s looking for you again, Y/n. He’s upset about something."
You felt your stomach drop. Of course, he was upset about something. Jay was always upset about something. And it was always your job to fix it, to calm him down, to make everything right.
Chenle clicked his tongue in disapproval. “See? You can’t even breathe without that guy hovering around. He’s suffocating you.”
Jaemin sat down next to you, his tone softer now. “We’re not trying to gang up on you, Y/n. But this… this isn’t normal. It’s not okay.”
You clenched your fists, feeling the weight of their words pressing down on you. You wanted to defend Jay, to tell them they didn’t understand him the way you did. But deep down, you couldn’t deny the truth of what they were saying.
“I’ll talk to him,” you muttered, standing up. You didn’t wait for their response as you walked away, feeling their eyes on your back. You knew they were worried, and maybe they had every right to be. But you couldn’t just walk away from Jay. You didn’t know how.
As you made your way toward the campus courtyard, your mind wandered back to the class with Haechan. You couldn’t shake the image of his face when you called him Donghyuck. But you couldn't let it affect you. He probably did it on purpose so you would overthink and feel bad.
Lost in thought, you almost didn’t notice when Jay appeared in front of you, his face twisted in frustration.
“Where the hell have you been?” he snapped, his voice low but harsh. “I’ve been calling you.”
Your stomach turned, and you immediately braced yourself for whatever fight was coming next. "I was in class. What’s wrong?"
Jay let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair. "You didn’t tell me you were sitting next to him again." He spoke with clear disapproval, his gaze burning into yours.
“Him?” It took a moment before you realized he meant Haechan. “Jay, it’s just class. The professor didn’t let us pick where we could sit.”
“That’s not the point, Y/n.” He stepped closer, his expression darkening. “I don’t trust that guy, and I don’t like you being around him.”
“Jay, it’s not like that—”
“It better not be,” he cut you off, his voice laced with an edge that made your skin crawl. “He’s a shitty person, he’s just trying to get to me.”
The words hung in the air. You knew Jay had a jealous streak, but this felt different—darker, more possessive. And for the first time, you felt a tinge of fear.
"I—I have to go," you said quickly, your heart pounding as you stepped back. You didn’t wait for Jay to respond. You couldn’t. Your feet moved on autopilot, moving away from him.
But as you hurried through the campus, a sinking feeling settled in your chest. You didn’t know where you were running to—only that you had to get away from yet another fight.
Choosing to buy some coffee, you push open the local café on campus. The familiar chime of the café door was a welcome sound, cutting through the fog of your jumbled thoughts. The smell of roasted coffee beans and fresh pastries welcomed you as you stepped inside. You spotted an empty table in the corner and made a beeline for it, craving to be away from everything. You ordered a simple iced latte, hoping the cool drink might calm you down.
As you waited for your coffee, you buried your face in your hands. Why did it always have to feel like this with Jay? Why did every conversation leave you feeling smaller, and more insecure about yourself? Your friends were right but you didn’t know what to do.
But what could you do? You couldn’t just walk away. You loved him… didn’t you?
Before you could spiral any further, the barista called your name, pulling you from your thoughts. You grabbed your coffee and took a seat, letting the ice clink against the cup as you swirled it absently.
The door to the café swung open again, noticing it was Haechan you hid your face with your hands. Not wanting to deal with him again.
He walked in, his eyes scanning the room before they landed on you. For a moment, he hesitated, then made his way over to your table.
“You’re in my spot” he stated, his tone sharp. You stared at him, unsure of what to say.
You hesitated for a moment, did you really want to start a fight right now? “I don’t see your name on it.”
Haechan slid into the seat across from you, leaning back in his chair as if trying to gauge your mood.
“I’ve never seen you here,” he started, running a hand through his hair. “What’s wrong?”
You blinked, caught off guard. This wasn’t the Haechan you were used to—the cocky, arrogant guy who seemed to enjoy making your life miserable. Where is the teasing?
“None of your business,” you muttered, staring into your coffee cup, avoiding his gaze. The last thing you wanted was to bare your soul to Haechan of all people. You didn’t need his pity, and you certainly didn’t need him to insert himself into your problems. He would use any information to torment Jay, which would just start an even bigger fight between you two.
But Haechan wasn’t easily deterred. “You don’t have to tell me, but I’m not an idiot. You look like a kicked puppy.”
There he goes, mocking you even at your worst. But he caught you off guard by how well he could read you. To most people, you probably look like a tired college student, normal. But for some reason, Haechan could tell there was something wrong.
You shook your head. “Why do you care, Haechan?”
He rolled his eyes, leaning forward on the table. “Maybe because it’s not fun to tease you when you’re already miserable.”
You flinched. His words struck deeper than you expected. Did it show that much? Did everyone see it—how exhausted you felt, how tightly you were hurt from trying to keep everything together? You opened your mouth to retort, but no words came out.
Haechan sighed, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
“Haechan.” The barista called out.
Haechan got up and grabbed his drink before asking something you couldn’t make out. You watched him as he left, not sparing you another glance.
You sighed out, of course, he doesn't care. He’s probably high on seeing you this miserable.
But before you could throw yourself another pity party, the cafe doors slam open and a concerned-looking Chaeryeong comes rushing in.
“Y/n!” Chaeryeong’s voice cut through the noise of the café as she rushed over to your table, her face a mix of concern and urgency. You barely had time to brace yourself before she slid into the chair across from you, eyes scanning your face for answers.
“What’s going on? Haechan just said you needed me.” Her tone was low but insistent, probably thinking this was a plan made up by Haechan, trying to get under your skin again.
You exhaled slowly, trying to gather your thoughts. “It’s… nothing. Just another argument with Jay.”
Chaeryeong frowned, her brows knitting together. "Another argument? Y/n, you’ve been having a lot of those lately."
You shook your head, trying to dismiss her concern. "It’s just a misunderstanding. He got upset about me sitting next to Haechan again. He thinks it’s some big deal, but it’s not."
"Jay seriously has issues if he’s getting worked up over something like that." Chaeryeong’s voice was firm, but there was a softness in her eyes like she was trying to tread carefully. "You know this isn’t normal, right?"
You looked down at your iced latte, feeling the familiar swirl of guilt and confusion rise. You loved Jay—at least, you thought you did. But lately, everything felt like a battle, and you were always on the losing side.
"It’s fine," you said weakly, though the words felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. "He’s just... protective."
Chaeryeong let out a sigh, her frustration barely concealed. "Y/n, there’s a difference between being protective and being controlling. I hate seeing you like this. It’s like you’re always walking on eggshells with him."
You didn’t respond, unable to meet her gaze. The weight of the conversation was suffocating, but you couldn’t deny the truth in her words. Jay’s jealousy had started to bleed into every part of your life, and it was exhausting.
After a moment of silence, Chaeryeong leaned forward, her voice softer. "You don’t have to keep defending him. I know you care about him, but... is he making you happy?"
That question lingered in the air. Was Jay making you happy? Or were you just holding on to the idea of what you thought love should be?
Before you could answer, Chaeryeong reached out and squeezed your hand. "You deserve better than this, Y/n. You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel safe, not stressed out all the time."
You swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over. "Can we switch the topic, I don’t want to talk about this right now," you whispered.
Chaeryeong’s grip tightened on your hand. "You don’t have to figure it all out right now. Just know that you’re not alone, okay? I’m here for you."
You nodded, grateful for her support, but still feeling lost in the mess of your emotions. The tall barista came up to your table with a plate of red velvet cookies.
“Um, here you go….” He sat them down on the table in front of you.
“Wait! I didn’t pay for this.”
The barista gave you a small, almost shy smile. "Don't worry about it. They're already paid for." Before you could ask any more questions, he walked away, leaving you and Chaeryeong to exchange confused glances.
Chaeryeong raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to examine the cookies. "Who do you think...?"
You didn’t have to guess for long. So that’s what he was asking the barista. You blinked, processing the moment.
Chaeryeong noticed too, her eyes narrowing. "Did Haechan just... buy you cookies?"
You shrugged, feeling more confused than anything. "I guess?"
Chaeryeong leaned back, a mixture of amusement and suspicion crossing her face. "Weird, right? I thought he was a jerk."
"Yeah... he is," you muttered, still trying to piece together Haechan's sudden act of kindness. It didn’t fit with the person you’d been dealing with all semester.
But for right now, you weren’t going to overanalyze it. You had enough on your plate with Jay and the constant pressure you were under. Haechan's behavior would have to wait.
You broke the cookie in half and offered a piece to Chaeryeong, hoping to shift the focus back to something lighter. "Want some? Might as well not let them go to waste.
She accepted the piece with a small smile, though her gaze remained thoughtful.
"You know, maybe he’s not as bad as we thought. Or maybe he's just a confusing guy."
You let out a soft laugh, nodding in agreement. "That’s putting it lightly."
But as the sweetness of the cookie melted in your mouth, the door to the café swung open again, and for a moment, your heart jumped, fearing it might be Jay.
But instead, it was Chenle and Jaemin, both of them scanning the room until they spotted you and Chaeryeong.
"Hey, there you are," Chenle said, sliding into a seat next to Chaeryeong. Jaemin followed sitting in the seat next to you, giving you a concerned look. "Everything okay?"
You forced a smile, trying to shake off the heaviness of the conversation. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... needed some space."
Chenle raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but he didn’t push. Instead, he gave a playful nudge. "Well, we’re here now, so no more pity parties. Let’s get you out of this mess.”
Jaemin studied you for a moment before speaking. "We’re here for you, Y/n. Whatever you need." You nodded, feeling a small sense of relief.
“Ooo cookies!” Chenle grabbed one without asking.
“You even ordered yourself some of your favorite cookies…oh no this is bad” Jaemin continued, shaking his head with exaggerated seriousness. "Cookies are your comfort food."
Chenle, mid-bite, paused and raised his eyebrows.
"Wait, did something happen with Jay again?" His usual playful tone shifted slightly, concern creeping in as he glanced between you and Chaeryoung.
You sighed, feeling the weight of their questions. "It's nothing. Just... the usual stuff. He got upset about me sitting next to Haechan in class again."
Jaemin’s face hardened. "Y/n, that’s not nothing. He’s been doing this for a while now. Getting jealous and picking fights. It’s not normal."
Chenle, despite the cookie in his mouth, nodded vigorously. "Exactly! Why does it even matter where you sit in class? You’re not his property."
You glanced away, not wanting to meet their eyes. The conversation was heading in the same direction as before, and you felt that familiar knot of guilt tightening in your chest.
After a moment of silence, Chaeryoung spoke up, “She didn’t even buy these cookies…guess who did.”
Chenle blinked, pausing mid-chew as he looked between you and Chaeryoung.
"Wait, are you bragging about buying cookies for a heartbroken girl?" His voice was laced with teasing. She shook her head ‘no’ and Jaemin’s eyes narrowed in curiosity.
You hesitated, feeling a twinge of discomfort as you answered quietly, "Haechan."
Jaemin leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Haechan? He bought you cookies?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and a little bit of protectiveness.
Chenle stared at the cookie in his hand, then at you, then back at the cookie. "So, you’re telling me I’m eating Haechan’s cookies? They’re probably poisoned!"
"It’s not like I asked him to," you muttered, feeling the tension rising again. "He just… did."
Chaeryeong raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eyes. "He didn’t say much when he saw me outside of the cafe, just told me that Y/n needed me."
Jaemin’s frown deepened. "That’s weird. Since when does Haechan care about anyone but himself?"
You shrugged, still unsure of what to make of the gesture. "I don’t know. Maybe he’s just messing with me, trying to get under my skin."
Chaeryeong smirked. "Or maybe he’s trying to get you under him!"
You rolled your eyes. "Yeah right. He’s just... being Haechan, weird."
Chaeryeong’s energy shifted immediately, her smirk softening into a more playful grin as she leaned forward, practically buzzing with excitement. "Alright, enough of this! We need to get you out of here. You’ve been drowning in all this drama for too long.”
Chenle’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, already nodding in agreement. "Yes! A night out is exactly what you need. No Jay, no Haechan—just us having fun. There is a party at Mark’s place tomorrow night." He winked, clearly trying to lighten the mood.
Jaemin, though quieter, gave a nod of approval. "It could be good for you, Y/n. A break from everything."
You hesitated, a part of you wanted to curl up at home and avoid the world, but another part knew that maybe they were right. You needed a break from all the chaos.
"Alright, fine," you sighed, feeling the weight on your chest lighten just a little. "I’ll go to Mark’s party tomorrow."
Chaeryeong clapped her hands together, practically glowing with excitement. "Yes! It’s going to be so much fun, I promise! Just good vibes, and you’ll finally get a chance to relax."
Chenle grinned, "That’s the spirit! Plus, you know, it’s always a good time at Mark’s. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone new…"
Jaemin shot Chenle a look, silently warning him to tone it down, but Chenle just winked at you, clearly trying to keep things light.
You chuckled, feeling a small flicker of relief. "I’m not going to a party to meet someone, Chenle."
"Maybe not," Jaemin said with a small smile, "but at least you’ll be there with your friends, and that’s what matters."
The next evening, the air was buzzing with excitement as you stood in front of the mirror, eyeing the mixture of outfits Chaeryeong had scattered across your bed. She was currently looking through your closet, tossing out options as if she were styling a fashion shoot instead of just picking something for a party.
“You need something bold but effortless,” Chaeryeong declared, holding up a black, form-fitting dress before shaking her head and discarding it. “Something that says, ‘I’m here to have fun, not to impress.’ But, you know, still impressive.”
You laughed, sitting on the edge of your bed as you watched her being dramatic. "Chaeryeong, it’s just a party. I’m not trying to walk a runway."
Chenle, lounging in the corner of your room, raised an eyebrow. "No, but you’re going to Mark’s, and there’s a difference. You’ve gotta show up looking good.”
You groaned as Chaeryeong shot you a knowing look. “You don’t want to walk in looking anything less than your best. Trust me, it’ll help you feel more in control." She pulled out a green silk dress from your closet, holding it up against you. "This. It’s perfect."
You looked at the dress, hesitant. It was beautiful. "I don’t know… it’s kind of a lot."
"Exactly," Chaeryeong said with a grin. "You need a lot. Let’s remind everyone—including you—that you’re the main character tonight."
Chenle laughed, getting up from his spot. "You heard her. Tonight is your night to shine, Y/n."
Sighing, you finally stood up and took the dress from Chaeryeong’s hands. "Fine. Let’s do it."
An hour later, you were slipping on the last of your jewelry as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. The green dress hugged your curves in all the right ways, and the satin shimmered under the soft lighting of your room. Chaeryeong had helped style your hair, soft waves falling over your shoulders, and Chenle, surprisingly, had given his input on your makeup. A bold lip to contrast the simplicity of the rest of your look.
"Wow," you whispered, half in disbelief at how different you looked.
Chaeryeong stood beside you, grinning from ear to ear.
"Told you. You look amazing."
Chenle nodded, leaning in the doorway. "Everyone is gonna wish they were with you."
You rolled your eyes, but deep down, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder. Would they? Would Jay? Or would you finally not care?
With a final glance in the mirror, you grabbed your bag, feeling a rush of determination. Tonight was about you.
As you made your way downstairs, the sound of music and distant chatter already filled the air. Chenle and Chaeryeong followed close behind.
Chaeryeong linked her arm with yours as you stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin. “Don’t let it get to you, Y/n. Just have fun tonight. Remember, we’re here to enjoy ourselves.”
You nodded, trying to push aside the lingering thoughts of Jay and Haechan, and all the drama that seemed to follow them like a shadow. Tonight wasn’t about them—it was about you.
The drive to Mark’s place was filled with lighthearted chatter, Chenle and Chaeryeong alternating between playful bickering and hyping you up for the night ahead. But the closer you got to the party, the more you felt the familiar nerves creeping in.
“We’re here!” Chaeryeong’s voice cut through your spiraling thoughts, and you blinked as the car pulled up to Mark’s house. Music thumped from inside, and the soft glow of lights poured from the windows, illuminating the big crowd already gathered outside.
You took a deep breath as the three of you stepped out of the car, Chenle offering you a quick thumbs-up for encouragement. “Remember, main character energy. Let’s go.”
As you approached the front door, Mark himself appeared, grinning as he waved you inside. “Y/n! You made it!”
He gave you a quick, welcoming hug before greeting Chaeryeong and Chenle. “The party’s just getting started. Drinks are in the kitchen, and the backyard is open if you want to chill.”
You thanked him and followed the crowd into the house, trying to shake off the remaining nerves. The music, laughter, and the buzz of conversation washed over you, helping to melt away some of your worries. Chaeryeong handed you a drink, her eyes already sparkling.
“Let’s go find somewhere to sit!” she said over the music, pulling you toward the living room, where a few familiar faces were already lounging.
But before you could get comfortable, your eyes caught a familiar figure leaning against the wall near the kitchen—Haechan.
He was chatting with someone, but his gaze shifted just as you entered the room. For a split second, your eyes locked, and there was a flicker of something in his expression, though you couldn’t quite read it.
“Focus on having fun,” Chaeryeong whispered in your ear, snapping you out of your daze.
You smiled at her, grateful for the reminder, and nodded. Tonight was about fun. About letting go.
Jaemin and Jeno moved to form a spot where you could sit between them. You settled down, feeling a wave of relief as the two of them immediately began chatting, creating a comfortable bubble around you. Jeno handed you a drink with a reassuring smile.
"Looking good, Y/n."
Jeno, always the more laid-back one, nudged your shoulder. "We’ll make sure you have a good time. No drama, no distractions."
You took a sip of your drink, nodding. Their presence was calming, a much-needed escape from the whirlwind of emotions you’d been feeling lately.
Chaeryeong and Chenle were already engrossed in a conversation across from you, laughing about something Chenle said, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to feel at ease.
Jaemin leaned in slightly, his voice low so only you could hear. "You look amazing tonight, by the way." He smiled.
You felt a warmth spread across your cheeks, and before you could respond, Jeno chimed in, as if reading the moment. "Jaemin’s right. That green dress is doing wonders."
You laughed, grateful for their compliments but not wanting to dwell on it too much. "Thanks, guys. I needed this.” You took a chug from your drink.
Jaemin smiled softly. "We’re always here for you, Y/n."
You nodded, then stood up, smoothing down the hem of your dress as you glanced around the room. The music thumped louder as more people began to fill the space, and for a moment, you just stood there, letting the beat pulse through you.
"Then let’s dance," you said, gesturing toward the group of people already dancing.
Jaemin grinned, standing up and offering you his hand. "Thought you’d never ask."
Jeno followed close behind, already moving to the rhythm of the music as you all made your way to the center of the room. The bass of the music vibrated through the floor, the lights flashing in time with the beat, casting colorful patterns on the crowd around you.
As soon as you hit the dance floor, the energy shifted. The three of you fell into the rhythm easily, laughing and letting the music take over. You spun around, arms raised, carefree.
"Now this is what I like to see from you," Jaemin said, leaning close so you could hear him over the music. You laughed, spinning around again, letting the moment take over.
Your heart skipped a beat when your gaze locked with Haechan from across the room. He stood near the edge of the dance floor, leaning against the wall with his usual confident smirk. His eyes were focused intently on you, watching your every move. For a moment, everything else faded—the music, the crowd, even Jaemin and Jeno’s presence
Haechan didn’t look away. Instead, his smirk deepened, almost like he knew something you didn’t, a silent challenge hanging between you.
Jaemin nudged your arm, breaking your concentration. "Hey, you good?"
You blinked, forcing a smile and nodding. "Yeah, I’m good!”
The spot where Haechan had been standing was now empty, leaving you momentarily confused.
Jaemin noticed your brief flicker of confusion. “Looking for someone?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
You shook your head quickly. "No, just... thought I saw something."
Before Jaemin could say more, Chenle swooped in, pulling you by the wrist and pulling you towards him and Chaeryeong. “Come on! No more standing around, let’s get moving!”
You let yourself be pulled into the crowd, trying to shake the image of Haechan from your mind.
Feeling a bit drained, you excused yourself from your friends and made your way to the kitchen in search of another drink. The party was packed, and the energy was starting to get overwhelming.
After a few moments of being bumped and nudged, you decided it was best to escape the chaos. With a sigh of relief, you slipped out to the backyard, hoping for a moment of peace away from the noise and crowd.
The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside, the sounds of laughter and music fading into the background. The backyard was a welcome contrast to the chaotic energy inside. Strings of fairy lights hung above, casting a soft glow over the space and illuminating a few scattered chairs around a fire pit.
You walked toward the edge of the patio, leaning against the railing and taking a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill your lungs. The stars twinkled above like tiny diamonds, and for a moment, you lost yourself in their beauty, feeling a sense of calm wash over you.
As you took a sip of your drink, you heard the door open and someone rushed out. Turning you saw Haechan. He was searching the backyard until his eyes met yours and he sighed, walking over to you.
“What do you want?” You rolled your eyes, already knowing he wasn’t the best company.
“I know you don’t exactly like me” You scoffed as he put his hands up, telling you to wait, “But I hate cheaters, so I needed to tell you.”
You raised an eyebrow, skepticism written across your face. “Tell me what, exactly?”
Haechan leaned against the railing beside you, his expression serious, a stark contrast to the usual playful demeanor. “No, seriously. I just saw Jay go into a room with another girl.”
Your heart sank, the weight of his words crashing down. You took a moment to process what he was saying, anger and disbelief swirling within you.
“Are you sure? That sounds like something you would say to mess with me.”
“I get why you’d think that, but I wouldn’t lie about something like this,” Haechan replied, frustration creeping into his tone.
“I may not be your favorite person, but I wouldn’t do that. You deserve to know the truth.”
You swallowed hard, your grip tightening around your drink. The reality of the situation settled over you, and you could feel your heart racing.
“Which room?”
Haechan hesitated for a moment, his gaze steady. “I don’t think you want to go in there.”
A bitter laugh escaped your lips, the kind that felt hollow. “Just tell me which room.”
Haechan glanced at you, a flicker of empathy crossing his features. “Upstairs, the second one on the right.”
You put your cup down and started to make your way back into the party in search of the stairs.
“Are you sure about this?” Haechan, who you didn’t even notice was following, asked you.
You nodded and moved quickly, your heart racing as you made your way through the crowd. The lively music and laughter faded into the background, drowned out by the storm of thoughts in your head. The dim lights seemed to press in, making your thoughts feel even more stressed.
As you reached the stairs, you hesitated for a brief moment, the weight of what you were about to confront hitting you like a ton of bricks. But the image of Jay with another girl flashed in your mind, fueling your determination. You needed answers. You needed to reclaim your dignity.
Going up the stairs, you felt your breath quicken. Each step seemed to echo with the anxiety of what lay ahead. Reaching the second door on the right, you paused, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You could hear muffled voices from inside, giggling mingling with the soft kissing.
Throwing open the door you felt the air leave your lungs in a rush, your heart dropping as the scene unfolded before you. Jay was on top of another woman, his hands tangled in her hair, their lips inches apart.
Time seemed to freeze as Jay’s eyes shot wide open, and the laughter from the girl faltered into a shocked silence.
“Y/n! I—” Jay stammered, scrambling to sit up, the realization of your presence crashing over him like a wave.
You didn’t let him finish. “What the hell is this?” Your voice trembled, a mix of anger and disbelief swirling within you. The hurt was too much, twisting your stomach into knots.
The girl, wide-eyed and uncomfortable, quickly shuffled away from Jay, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. “I didn’t know—” she started, but you cut her off.
“Save it,” you said, directing your fury back at Jay.
“After everything I’ve done for you.”
Jay stood up fully now, his expression shifting from shock to guilt. “I didn’t mean for you to find out like this,” he began his voice low, almost pleading.
You turned your back towards him and rushed down the stairs. You could hear him following you. So you looked for any of your friends but couldn’t find them. Instead, your eyes connect with Haechans near the bottom of the stairs.
Rushing over to him you pull him down by his shirt and whisper “sorry” before pulling him into a heated kiss.
Haechan’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he responded, his hands finding your waist as he kissed you back with an urgency that matched your own. The chaos of the party faded into the background, the pounding music replaced by the sound of your racing heart.
But before it could get any farther, you were ripped away from Haechan by the sudden appearance of a familiar voice.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jay’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusatory. You turned to see him standing there, his expression a mix of disbelief and anger.
Haechan stepped back, his demeanor shifting instantly from passionate to defensive.
“Just what you were doing with that other girl,” he replied, his tone challenging. “Maybe you should have thought about that before you—”
“Don’t!” Jay interrupted, stepping toward you both.
“You have no right to act like the hero here. You don’t know what’s going on.”
“I know exactly what’s going on, so if you don’t mind we were kind of doing something”, Haechan shot back, his eyes narrowing as he stepped slightly in front of you, shielding you from Jay.
You could feel the tension in the air thickening. “Haechan, stop,” you said, placing a hand on his arm. You could see the fire in his eyes, but you didn’t want this to escalate any further.
Jay’s expression twisted with frustration. “You think you can just come in and play the knight in shining armor? She’s my fucking girlfriend!”
“And you think I care?” Haechan replied, crossing his arms defiantly. “You had your chance to treat her right, and you blew it.”
Jay shook his head, thinking about what to say next, but Jay was never good with his words so he stepped forward and swung.
Haechan barely had time to react. The punch landed squarely on his jaw, sending him stumbling back. You gasped, instinctively stepping between them, your heart racing at the sudden escalation.
“Jay, what the hell?!” you shouted, adrenaline rushing through you. “This is not how you handle things!”
Jay’s face was flushed with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. “He’s a fucking piece of shit!” he snapped, breathing heavily.
Haechan regained his composure and moved around you, delivering a swift punch to Jay's jaw. The impact echoed, and Jay staggered back, eyes wide with surprise.
As they started to throw punches back and forth, you didn’t know what to do. A group of people gathered around them.
You saw Jaemin and Jeno pushing through the crowd, their expressions a mix of alarm and confusion. “What the hell is going on?” Jaemin shouted, his voice rising above the commotion.
“Y/n, get out of the way!” Jeno called out as he reached for your arm, pulling you back. You didn’t want to move, didn’t want to feel powerless while the two of them fought over you like you were some trophy for their ego.
“Stop it!” you shouted again, trying to push through the gathering crowd, but your voice was drowned out by the sound of fists connecting and the murmurs of onlookers.
Jaemin managed to get closer, stepping between Jay and Haechan. As Jeno grabbed Jay from behind to stop him from throwing any more punches.
“Both of you, enough! This isn’t the way to handle it!”
Haechan, breathing heavily, stepped back, his fists still clenched. “He deserves this, Jaemin! He cheated on her!”
Jay looked furious, “This is all his fucking fault!” He spat at Haechan.
You could see his expression begin to harden again, that familiar mask of arrogance threatening to resurface. Without thinking, you reached for his hand, gripping it tightly as you attempted to pull him away from the chaos of the crowd.
Haechan looked momentarily shocked, his eyes widening at your sudden gesture, but he didn’t resist as you led him out into the cool evening air, away from the noise. As you stepped into the front yard, you pulled out your phone and ordered an Uber.
“What are you doing?” Haechan asked, his voice low, and filled with confusion. His hand was still in yours, but he made no move to pull away, his gaze locked on your face.
You hesitated, the words caught in your throat as the reality of the moment started to sink in. What were you doing?
“I needed to get out of there,” you admitted quietly, your grip loosening slightly, but you didn’t let go.
His eyes softened, just a little, the hardness from earlier fading as he studied you.
"Okay."
Haechan sat down on the curb of the road and gestured for you to sit down next to him.
You hesitated for a moment, then quietly sat beside him on the curb, the cool pavement grounding you.
“So, how are we going to get back at him?” you asked, your voice low but edged with determination.
Haechan turned toward you, eyes narrowing in surprise. “What?”
You met his gaze, a fire igniting within you. "Jay. How are we going to make him regret everything?"
Haechan blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He studied your face for a long second as if trying to gauge whether you were serious. Then, a slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips.
“Are you sure you’re ready to play that game?” he asked, voice dripping with amusement.
You held his gaze, feeling the weight of his question sink in. Was this really what you wanted? A part of you knew it was reckless, that using Haechan to get back at Jay could only make things worse.
“I need to hurt him,” you replied, your voice steadier than you felt. “If he wants to treat me like I’m nothing, then maybe it’s time I show him I don’t need him.”
Haechan's smirk deepened, a glint of something dangerous flickering in his eyes. “Alright, then. Let’s make this interesting.”
Before the two of you could come up with an actual plan, the Uber showed up. You exchanged a quick look with Haechan before giving the driver your address.
The ride was quiet, you could feel Haechan’s gaze lingering on you but you didn’t want to say anything so you settled for looking out the window.
When the car finally pulled up in front of your apartment, you stepped out, turning back to wait for him. Haechan, still sitting in the backseat, raised an eyebrow.
“What?” he asked, his voice casual, but his eyes searched yours.
You gestured for him to follow. “Come on.”
For a moment, he hesitated, as if weighing his options. Then, with a slight shrug, he climbed out of the car, closing the door behind him.
“Is there a reason you’re taking me back to your house?” Haechan teased, his tone playful as always, though his eyes held a hint of curiosity.
You shot him a glance, rolling your eyes. “Look at you. You look awful, and I know you’re not smart enough to clean an open wound.”
Haechan smirked, following you toward your apartment door. “I didn’t realize I was so lucky to have a personal nurse.”
You ignored his sarcasm, unlocking the door and stepping inside. “Just sit down and let me handle it before you get an infection.”
As he walked in, his usual cocky demeanor softened slightly. He never thought you two would be talking again. Not after he was such a huge jerk to you.
He sank onto the couch, watching you as you moved through the small space, grabbing your first aid kit from under the sink. There was an awkward quiet that hung between you two, but you didn’t want to acknowledge it.
Returning to the living room, you set the kit on the coffee table and crouched in front of him, carefully opening it up.
“You know, I can do this myself,” Haechan said, but his voice lacked its usual teasing bite.
“Yeah, sure,” you muttered, reaching for the antiseptic.
“Like I trust you not to make it worse.”
He chuckled, though there was an unspoken tension behind it. As you gently cleaned the small cuts and scrapes, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet he had become, his gaze occasionally flickering to your face.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked after a moment, his voice softer than you expected. "I didn’t punch him because of you, I did it because he’s a jerk."
You paused for a second, looking up at him, your hands still resting on him. “It’s the least I can do,” you admitted honestly. “Since you told me.”
Haechan sighed, his eyes drifting around your living room. His gaze lingered on the little details—pictures on the wall, the books stacked messily on the coffee table—before he turned back to you, something softer in his expression.
"Done," you said, pulling your hands away after finishing with his wounds.
He flexed his hand, testing the bandages, and gave you a small, almost appreciative nod. "Thanks..." His voice was low, the teasing gone entirely.
You just shrugged, trying to brush off the weight of the moment. "Don’t get used to it," you said with a small smile, but there was no real bite to your words.
Haechan met your eyes, something unreadable passing between you before he looked away again. "I owe you."
“I will remember that!” you laughed, getting up from the floor and brushing off your pants. “I’m tired, you can sleep on the couch. I’ll bring you some pillows.”
Haechan watched you with an amused expression, his eyes glinting. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t want to crash on your couch.”
“Too bad,” you shot back playfully, heading toward the closet. “You look like you need the rest after everything. Plus, I don't want to be responsible for you bleeding out.”
“Fair point,” he conceded, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
You returned with a couple of pillows and a blanket, handing them to him. “Here you go.”
“Wow, you are going all out,” he teased, settling into the couch, clearly enjoying this.
“Do I get breakfast too, or is that pushing it?”
“Don’t push your luck,” you replied with a mock glare.
“You can make yourself breakfast. Just don’t burn the place down.”
Haechan quietly laughed before getting comfortable on the couch, sinking into the pillows you had brought him. His relaxed posture seemed to shift the atmosphere in the room, making it feel more relaxed.
“Just so you know,” he said, propping himself up on one elbow, “this isn’t going to become a regular thing. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Right, the infamous Haechan, the bad boy who no one can take seriously.” you teased, rolling your eyes as you left to go to your room.
As you closed the door to your room, you leaned against it for a moment, allowing yourself to breathe.
You tossed your phone onto the bed and plopped down beside it. After a moment, you set a timer for the morning, letting exhaustion pull you into sleep.
Morning light filtered through your curtains, you stirred as your alarm beeped. Blinking sleep from your eyes, you stretched and glanced at the clock. You had meant to wake up early, but the memories of last night lingered in your mind, making it hard to move.
You climbed out of bed, the floor cool against your feet, and made your way to the bathroom. After quickly brushing your teeth and throwing on some comfortable clothes, you headed toward the kitchen, the smell of coffee filling the room.
You found the blanket neatly folded on the couch and the pillows stacked up next to it, but no sign of Haechan. A small frown formed on your face. But what did you expect? You weren’t friends just because he fought your ex. He said it himself that it wasn’t for you. He just wanted an excuse to hit Jay.
Pushing the thought aside, you took a deep breath and focused on getting ready for class. You stepped into your bathroom, splashing your face with cold water to shake off the remnants of sleep. After putting on some makeup and brushing your hair, you throw on a comfortable pair of jeans and an oversized sweater.
As you walked back into your bedroom, you noticed your phone lighting up with a message. You grabbed it, and messages from your friends filled your phone.
Chenle: THAT WAS CRAZY!! ARE YOU OKAY??
Jaemin: Hey, let me know when you’re home!! <3
Jaemin: You probably fell asleep, let me know when you are awake <3
Jeno: Are you okay? Jaemin and I took care of the problem (⪰∀⪯）
Chaeryeong: I saw you leave with Haehcan!! GURRL YOU NEED TO TELL ME EVERYTHING!!
After a moment, you replied to everyone letting them know you were okay.
With your bag slung over your shoulder. You walked towards campus, your mind still racing with thoughts about Haechan.
When you arrived, you navigated through the crowd of students, your mind drifting between the classes you had lined up for the day.
As you made your way to your first lecture, you spotted a familiar face across the quad. It was your friend, Chaeryeong, waving enthusiastically. You quickened your pace to meet her.
“Y/n! There you are!” she exclaimed, pulling you into a quick hug. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming to class!”
“You know I can’t afford to miss a class,” you laugh.
“Okay, I’ve waited enough! Tell me everything!” she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as you both walked towards the lecture hall.
You hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. “Well, Haechan stayed over last night after everything that happened with Jay.”
Chaeryeong raised her eyebrows, a teasing grin spreading across her face. “Oh? Look at you getting cozy with the enemy!”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile. “It’s not like that. I felt bad, dragging him into all of this.”
“He was always in this,” she said, nudging your shoulder playfully.
You nodded, the weight of her words settling in your mind. “I know, but this doesn’t mean we are friends.”
Chaeryeong shook her head, and the two of you entered the lecture hall, finding your seats. As the professor began speaking, you turned to whisper to Chaeryoung, leaning in slightly to keep your conversation discreet.
“Let’s not tell the guys about me going home with Haechan... I don’t want them to get the wrong idea.”
Chaeryoung nodded and turned back to focus on the lecture.
“I’m going to go eat something, I didn’t get to have breakfast,” you said, rubbing your stomach lightly to emphasize your point.
“You’re so lucky to have a break between classes” Chaeryoung groaned, “I have two more classes before I can even get food.”
“You’re the one that wanted all morning classes”
“Yeah because the night is for parting not for studying.” Chaeryoung rolled her eyes.
You shoved her playfully before splitting up and heading towards the café and sitting in the same spot you did last time.
“Okay, you have to stop stealing my spot,” an annoyingly familiar voice said, breaking your focus from the menu. You looked up to find Haechan standing there, an amused smile on his face.
You raised an eyebrow, faking annoyance. “Still doesn’t have your name on it. This is a public café.”
“Sure, but you know it’s my favorite spot,” he retorted, sliding into the seat next to you. “I always sit here to people-watch between classes.”’
You couldn’t help but laugh at his mock-serious expression. “I don’t care right now, I’m starving.”
He chuckled, glancing at the menu before leaning back in his chair. “What are you getting?.”
“I was thinking about a bagel and some coffee,” you replied, glancing over the options again.
“Boring,” he declared dramatically, shaking his head. “Get the avocado toast. It’s amazing here.”
You rolled your eyes. “So you can steal it? You’re not even hiding your motives.”
He shrugged, an innocent look plastered on his face. “What can I say? I have exquisite taste.”
“Exquisite taste?” you repeated, unable to suppress a laugh. “That’s a big word for you.”
“You’re supposed to be nicer to me now!” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I did rescue you from that jerk, remember?”
“Rescue is a strong word,” you countered, trying to keep a straight face. “You threw a punch….and then I had to pull you away.”
“Details, details,” he said, waving a hand dismissively.
You leaned back in your chair, pretending to consider. “I’ll get an order for two avocado toasts.”
“Really?!” he exclaimed, eyes lighting up with excitement.
You gestured for him to get up so you could slide out of the booth. “Yeah, but only because you’re annoying and I don’t want to hear you complain. But you’re coming with me to order it.”
“Yay!” Haechan stood up and followed you to the counter, the playful banter continuing as you both approached the register.
As you placed the order, he leaned against the counter, watching you with a teasing smile. “What if I said I wanted extra everything? You’re still paying?”
You laughed, shaking your head as the barista rang up your order. “Is that all?”
You nodded your head, “Yep, that’s all.” You reached into your pocket for your card, but before you could find it, Haechan pulled out his and handed it to the barista.
“Hey, what are you doing?” you protested.
“Just treating you to breakfast,” he said nonchalantly, leaning against the counter as if it was no big deal.
“Why?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “For what? You were the one who punched my ex, remember?”
“Exactly,” he replied with a smirk. “I’ve been wanting to mess up his face for a while!”
The barista handed Haechan back his card, and he turned to you with a victorious grin.
You rolled your eyes. “Fine, I’ll let you have this one. But only because I’m starving.”
As you both moved to the side to wait for your order, the door to the café bell rang. You looked to the side and saw it was Jay and his friends.
“Shit!” you mumbled under your breath, your stomach sinking as you tried to think of an escape plan.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as Jay’s laughter echoed through the café. He spotted you almost immediately, his expression turning sour.
You could see him making his way to you, so you did the only thing that felt like it would hurt him.
You grabbed Haechan’s shirt, pulling him closer to you as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his in a quick, aggressive kiss.
Haechan froze for a moment, clearly taken aback. But he quickly recovered, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you back.
The reaction was immediate. Jay’s expression shifted from confusion to fury, his friends exchanging glances as the tension in the room skyrocketed. You could feel Haechan smirking against your lips, clearly enjoying the situation.
As you pulled away, Haechan’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Didn’t know paying for your lunch would make you want to kiss me,” he asked, while a grin tugged at his lips.
“Jay is here,” you whispered, low enough so no one else could hear you.
Jay’s glare burned into you, and he scoffed, crossing his arms. “You think that’s going to make me jealous? You’re pathetic.”
You felt a rush of boldness. “If you’re so over it, why do you care?” you shot back, feeling bold because of Haechan’s presence.
Jay opened his mouth to respond, but before he could say anything further, Haechan stepped in front of you, his posture protective. “You really should find a new hobby, Jay. This isn’t working for you,” he said, his tone calm yet firm.
Jay’s face turned a shade redder, his boldness faltering. “Whatever. I don’t need this.” He turned on his heel, storming out with his friends trailing behind, their laughter fading as they exited the café.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, glancing up at Haechan. “He was so mad.”
Haechan chuckled, his eyes still sparkling with amusement. “I have a plan!”
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical but curious. “Oh no, should I be worried?”
“Not at all,” Haechan replied, that mischievous grin still playing on his lips. “But if you want to make him furious, we’re going to have to turn it up a notch.”
“What exactly do you mean by that?” you asked cautiously, folding your arms.
“Simple,” he said, leaning in conspiratorially. “We pretend that we are hooking up. Just for a little while. You know how much it’ll eat at him.”
Your eyes widened. “You can’t be serious.”
“Why not?” Haechan shrugged, clearly enjoying the drama of it all.
“It’ll be fun. And the look on his face when he realizes you’ve completely moved on? Priceless.”
You paused, considering it for a moment. As ridiculous as it sounded, the idea had some appeal. Jay seeing you with someone else, especially Haechan, would drive him nuts. And the more you thought about it, the more tempting it became.
“Okay, let’s say I go along with this,” you began slowly. “What’s in it for you?”
Haechan’s grin widened. “I get to have the time of my life watching Jay go insane.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto your face. “I don’t know…”
“Come on, it’s genius,” Haechan said, leaning back against the counter with a self-satisfied smirk. “
We’ll be the hottest ‘couple’ in the room, and Jay won’t know what hit him.”
You bit your lip, still hesitant but intrigued by the idea. “Fine,” you finally said. “But don’t get any ideas. This is strictly for show.”
Haechan held up his hands in mock surrender. “Of course. Strictly business. But trust me, this is going to be fun.”
After finishing lunch with Haechan, you went through the rest of your day—attending lectures, trying to focus, but your mind kept drifting back to the café incident.
Haechan’s ridiculous plan echoed in your head, and you couldn't help but replay Jay's angry expression over and over again.
By the time your classes were over, you were mentally exhausted. Having dinner with your friends sounded like a nice break after a hectic day. As you approached the dining hall, you spotted Chaeryeong waving you over to the usual table where the others were already gathered—Jaemin, Jeno, and Chenle.
You slid into the seat next to Chaeryeong, who immediately gave you a curious glance. “So, how was the rest of your day?”
“Eventful,” you said with a sigh.
Jaemin perked up, overhearing the exchange. “Eventful?”
You hesitated, not sure how much to share. “Just... ran into Jay and his friends at lunch.”
The table went quiet for a second before Chenle raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“And... Haechan was there,” you added, not wanting to dive into all the details.
Chenle laughed, breaking the tension. “Oh man, I bet that was awkward.”
“You have no idea,” you muttered, exchanging a glance with Chaeryeong, who seemed to already know there was more to the story.
Jeno, who had been quiet, finally spoke up. “What did Haechan do?”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, Jaemin cut in.
“Wait, wait—are you guys friends now?”
You paused, unsure how to answer that question, especially with Haechan’s ridiculous plan in the back of your mind. “Not... exactly,” you said vaguely.
Jeno looked confused. “What does that even mean?”
Chaeryeong, always the perceptive one, smirked slightly but stayed quiet, watching the situation unfold.
You shrugged. “It just means things are complicated. Let’s just eat.”
But you could tell from the looks on your friends' faces that this wasn’t the last you’d hear about Haechan and Jay.
Your phone rang, and you glanced down, spotting Haechan’s name on the screen. You sighed, already bracing yourself for whatever chaos he was about to bring into your life.
“What do you want?” you asked as you answered, your voice laced with mock annoyance.
“Party this weekend,” Haechan's voice was full of excitement. “We need to go! Everyone’s going to be there.”
You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “And why, exactly, do I need to go to this party?”
“What, you don’t want to kiss me again,” he said with a teasing tone. “Plus, everyone is going to be there so it’s perfect.”
You could already imagine him grinning on the other end of the line, fully expecting you to give in. “Haechan, I’m not exactly in the mood for another party.”
“Come on,” he whined. “It’s not just any party. Jay’s gonna be there.”
“Fine, okay,” you finally said, giving in with a sigh. You could practically hear the grin in Haechan's voice.
“Perfect! I’ll pick you up at eight on Friday. You’re not going to regret it, trust me.”
“I’m already regretting this,” you muttered, but a small part of you was excited. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad—if nothing else, you’d get a chance to make Jay uncomfortable, and that was starting to sound more appealing.
“Just make sure you’re ready,” Haechan added. “And wear something… you know, sexy.”
“Sexy?” you repeated skeptically.
“You’ll figure it out,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “See you then!”
As the call ended, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and unease. This party could either be a disaster or the perfect chance to move on from Jay and get a little revenge. Either way, things were about to get interesting.
The week flew by in a blur of classes, assignments, and quick meals with friends. Before you knew it, Friday had arrived, and you found yourself staring at your closet, trying to figure out what Haechan meant by "something sexy."
You groaned, pulling out outfit after outfit, none of them feeling right. Tonight wasn’t just any night. If Jay was going to be at this party, you wanted to make him regret cheating on you.
You gave up, settling on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. As you finished getting ready, you glanced at the time. Almost eight.
Just as you applied the finishing touches to your makeup, you heard a knock on your door. Taking one last look in the mirror, you grabbed your jacket and opened the door.
“Took you long enough!” Haechan teased, eyeing your outfit with a dramatic shake of his head.
“What?” you asked, already sensing the criticism coming.
“This won’t do,” he said with exaggerated disappointment. Before you could protest, he sighed and gently pushed you back into the house. “Where’s your closet?”
“Haechan, I’m not changing!” you called after him as he made a beeline for your bedroom.
“You are if you want to make everyone jealous,” he insisted, already rummaging through your clothes as if he owned the place. “Jeans and a black T-shirt? Come on, Y/n, we’re supposed to be putting on a show.”
You rolled your eyes, half-amused, half-annoyed. “My outfit doesn't matter.”
He grinned, pulling out a sleek black dress you had tucked away. “This is perfect.”
You hesitated for a second, glancing at the dress. It was short, definitely not what you had planned, but you had to admit, Haechan had a point.
You sighed, eyeing the dress Haechan held up. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” he replied, his grin widening as he shoved the dress into your hands. “Come on, Y/n. You want to show Jay what he’s missing, right?”
You hesitated for a moment longer, looking between Haechan and the dress. You wouldn’t ever wear that if you were just going out with your friends. You didn’t have the confidence, but Haechan somehow gave you confidence.
“Fine,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as you snatched the dress from him. “But if this goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”
“Deal,” Haechan smirked, plopping down on your bed and crossing his arms. “I’ll take full responsibility.”
You disappeared into the bathroom, slipping into the dress and staring at yourself in the mirror. It was outside your usual comfort zone, you couldn’t deny you looked good.
Stepping out, you found Haechan waiting, his eyes widening slightly. For a moment, there was no teasing grin, just a flicker of surprise before he quickly masked it.
“See? Now this is how you get everyone’s attention,” he said, standing up. “Jay’s gonna be so jealous.”
His eyes lingered on you a little too long, and the sudden intenseness made you feel exposed. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to shield the self-consciousness creeping up.
Haechan reached out gently, his fingers brushing against your wrists as he pulled your arms away from your body.
“Hey, none of that,” he said softly, his voice surprisingly tender. “You look amazing. Own it.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. His usual playful arrogance was replaced with something… different, almost like he wanted you to feel confident tonight. The teasing smirk was still there, but his eyes held something deeper.
“You think this is gonna work?” you asked, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest.
Haechan grinned, his usual swagger returning as he let go of your arms. “Oh, it’s definitely going to work. Jay’s not going to know what hit him. And more importantly, you’re going to have the best time.”
You took a deep breath, trying to match Haechan’s confidence. “Okay, let’s go before I change my mind.”
“Relax, we’re gonna have fun.” Haechan shot you a wink before opening the door.
“Trust me.”
And for some reason, in that moment, you kind of did.
The party was in full swing by the time you and Haechan arrived. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and the air was thick.
“Hold on for a moment, I need to find Mark really quick” Haechan immediately disappeared into the crowd, leaving you on your own. You should have known you two wouldn’t have stayed together the whole night.
You made your way to the kitchen, needing a moment to collect yourself before facing Jay. As you poured yourself a drink, a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.
“Well, well, well, look who it is.”
You turned to see Jay leaning against the counter, a smug smile on his face. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
“Surprised to see me?” you shot back, taking a sip of your drink.
“Not at all,” Jay replied, his eyes trailing over your figure. “Although I must say, this wasn’t exactly what I expected.”
“You don’t get to have any expectations,” You snapped, trying to sound confident despite not feeling it. “I wear what I want.”
Jay chuckled, leaning in closer. “You never wore that when I was with you.”
“Past tense,” you emphasized, setting your drink down with more force than necessary. “Things change, Jay. Clearly.”
His smile paused for a moment before he masked it with a shrug. “Finally got bored of that douchebag.”
“Yeah, but I guess he hasn’t taken the hint since he’s right here, talking to me.”
Jay's smug expression deepened, but you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down.
“Y/N?” His tone was dripping with arrogance. “Do you think Haechan is any better than me? He’s just having fun with you until he gets bored.”
You felt the sting of his words, but you weren’t going to let him get to you. You leaned in slightly, your voice steady.
“Maybe. But at least he’s better in bed.”
Jay's jaw tightened, clearly not expecting that response. He opened his mouth to say something, but a voice cut through the tension.
“This is just sad,” Haechan's voice rang out as he walked over, a cool smirk playing on his lips. “She already found someone better.”
Jay straightened up, glaring at Haechan, but didn’t say anything. The silence between the three of you was heavy, but you could sense that Jay was weighing his options. After a beat, he scoffed and stepped back.
“You’re not worth my time,” Jay muttered, giving you one last look before turning on his heel and storming out of the kitchen.
As soon as he was gone, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Haechan gave you a sideways glance, his smirk softening into something almost... concerned.
“You alright?” he asked, leaning casually against the counter as if nothing had happened.
You nodded, still feeling the adrenaline from the confrontation. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.”
Haechan raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Good. Because I have a better idea for the rest of the night. Let’s make him regret ever speaking to you.”
You blinked at him, intrigued. “What are you planning now?”
Haechan grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’ll see. But first, we need more drinks to loosen up.”
Haechan’s grin widened as he grabbed two cups from the counter, handing one to you. You hesitated, still feeling the lingering tension from your run-in with Jay, but something about the way Haechan looked at you made it impossible to say no.
“Let’s party,” he said, raising his cup.
You clinked your cup against him, taking a sip before following him back into the crowded living room. The music pulsed through the space, people dancing and talking in tight clusters. Haechan was already scanning the room, clearly looking for the next move.
“What exactly is this plan of yours?” you asked, trying to read his expression.
He shot you a playful look. “Oh, it’s simple. We just need to make it look like we’re having the best time ever—together. You know, give Jay a little show.” He winked, clearly enjoying himself.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “So, you plan to make Jay jealous again?”
“Exactly,” Haechan said, pulling you closer to him as a new song began to play. “Let’s see how he likes watching us have all the fun.”
Before you could protest, Haechan spun you around, guiding you into the makeshift dance floor. The bass vibrated under your feet as he moved effortlessly, a confident smirk still plastered on his face. Despite yourself, you found yourself laughing, his energy contagious. You couldn’t deny how easy it was to get swept up in the moment with him.
As the two of you danced, you noticed Jay standing across the room, watching with a clenched jaw. It was clear that Haechan’s plan was working. You caught Jay’s eye for a split second before deliberately looking away, focusing entirely on Haechan. The warmth of his hand on your waist and the way he smiled at you as if no one else mattered, made you forget about everything for a moment.
“See?” Haechan said, leaning close to your ear, his voice barely audible over the music. “Told you it would work.”
You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Jay pushing his friends away and keeping his eyes on you two, clearly frustrated. You grinned. “Maybe you’re right. But don’t let it go to your head.”
Haechan chuckled, spinning you again before pulling you close. “Too late for that.”
Haechan leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Are you ready for the real show?” You nodded as Haechan started to lead you out of the crowd.
As Haechan started to lead you up the stairs, your heart was pounding. The noise from the party below faded slightly with each step, leaving just the two of you in a quiet bubble. His hand remained firmly on your hips, his grip surprisingly reassuring despite the teasing smirk still playing on his lips.
”He’s following us.” Haechan whispered as he led you into a room, purposely leaving the door slightly open.
Your heart skipped a beat as Haechan whispered those words, confirming what you had suspected. Jay was trailing behind, just as Haechan had expected.
Once inside the dimly lit room, Haechan stood in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours. He motioned for you to stand near the bed, his smirk fading into something more serious, though his playfulness never completely disappeared.
“We're putting on a show, right?” he murmured, keeping his voice low. "Might as well give him something to really lose his mind over."
Your breath caught in your throat as you processed his words. This whole thing was a game—one meant to drive Jay crazy—but there was something in the way Haechan was looking at you now that made it feel a little too real.
The faint sound of footsteps approaching the door pulled you out of your thoughts. Jay was getting closer, tension growing thicker with each passing second.
Without thinking, you took a step toward Haechan. He raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting to see what you would do next.
You reached up, touching the side of his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. His eyes locked with yours, full of unspoken words. At that moment, you knew this was more than just a plan to him.
"You're right," you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. "It's time for the real show."
Haechan's eyes widened slightly at your words, his breath hitching in anticipation. Without another word, you took a step closer and then another, until you were just inches apart. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it was intoxicating.
As Jay reached the door and saw the two of you so close together, he froze, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before him. It was clear that he had never expected things to go this far.
You felt a surge of adrenaline as you leaned in, closing the gap between you and Haechan. His lips met yours in a rush of heat and urgency.
You felt Haechan’s hands grip your waist and pull you into him even closer, deepening the kiss even more.
As your lips moved together, you could sense Haechan's eagerness, his fingers trailing along your skin as if trying to memorize every inch of you.
You felt Haechan’s hands grip your waist a little harder than before as he pushed you softly onto the bed.
The room seemed to spin around you as Haechan hovered over you, his gaze intense and filled with a raw hunger that sent shivers down your spine. Jay's shocked silence from the doorway only added to the adrenaline.
Haechan's lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he peppered more along your collarbone.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as Haechan's hands roamed over your body.
Haechan pulled away slightly to look into your eyes. Once he saw that you weren’t uncomfortable, he grabbed the bottom of your dress and moved it up slightly to expose more skin.
Haehcan groaned slightly as he saw your panties were starting to get wet.
“Mmm all for me?” He traced his fingers along the edge of your lace underwear before looking back up at you with a teasing smile that made your heart race even faster than it already was.
You nodded slightly in response and bit your lower lip nervously.
“Use your words, princess. Haechan murmured, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
"Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible above a murmur. "All for you."
The words sent a wave of pleasure through Haechan's body as he leaned down, his lips just brushing against your neck, sending more chills down your spine.
"You’re such a good girl for me," Haechan growled, his voice low with lust.
Before you could respond, he pulled your dress up further, exposing even more of your body completely to him. His eyes lingered on your panties for a moment before he pulled them aside, gently tracing the outer edges of your folds with his finger.
A soft moan escaped your lips as Haechan’s finger brushed against your sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Haechan,” you whispered, your voice shaky.
Haechan smirked, his eyes never leaving yours.
He leaned down, slowly tracing his tongue along the outline of your panties before pulling them off completely.
You shivered as he gently blew on your heated skin.
“You ready?” Haechan murmured, his voice low and seductive.
You couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, but you nodded quickly, desperate for more of his touch.
Haechan gently pushed your legs apart, revealing yourself to him completely. He stared at you for a moment, taking in every detail of your aroused body before leaning down to kiss your inner thigh.
His lips were warm and soft, sending shivers through you with every touch. As he trailed kisses higher and higher, your breath hitched.
A soft moan escaped from between your lips as Haechan's tongue flicked against the sensitive lips. He continued to tease you, his touch never quite reaching the place you desperately wanted him to be.
You squirmed beneath him, desperate for his touch, but he refused to give in. The teasing was almost unbearable. Your heart raced as you felt him moving closer, but still, he denied you.
Finally, just when you thought you couldn't take it any longer, Haechan pushed your legs further apart and dove between them without holding back. His tongue danced across your heated skin as he explored every inch of you.
Your back arched off the bed as you felt him start to get hard on your leg. You threw your head back, gasping for air as a wave of pleasure hit you.
Haechan continued, his tongue never faltering in its job to bring you to a place of pleasure. You felt amazing.
It wasn't long before the pleasure became too much to bear. A strong climax exploded through you.
You moaned his name, the sound echoing through the room as you came apart in his arms, your entire body shaking uncontrollably.
Once your body has relaxed, your breaths came in ragged gasps as you tried to catch your breath.
Haechan laid beside you, his eyes locked on your face as he continued to pant softly.
As you came back down to earth you got up from the bed, making Haechan sit up to watch what you were doing.
You got onto your knees right in front of him.
"Now it’s your turn," you said softly, your eyes meeting his. You could see the hunger in Haechan's eyes, causing you to squeeze your thighs together.
Haechan raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief lurking in his expression.
As he sat there, his gaze locked on yours, he slowly undid his jeans, letting them fall to the floor.
You couldn't help but gaze at him as he stood there before you, every inch of him screaming for your touch.
Your heart raced as you reached out to touch him, your fingers tracing a path down his chest and onto his stomach.
He shivered as your touch reached his stomach, but he didn't stop you. You continued to explore every inch of him, your fingers tracing the definition of his muscles, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.
As you reached the waistband of his boxers, you hesitated for a moment, uncertainty playing in your mind. But Haechan's eyes never left yours, urging you on.
With a deep breath, your hand dipped beneath the waistband, your fingers brushing against him. A soft moan escaped his lips, his eyes flickering shut for a moment before he opened them again, meeting yours once more.
You wrapped your hand around him gently, feeling him grow harder in your grasp. The warmth from him was intoxicating.
As you began to stroke him slowly, his eyes searched yours.
With a soft nod, you conveyed your permission through your eyes. And Haechan's gaze darkened, and his hunger became more pronounced. He reached out and slid your dress up and off, his fingers tracing down your arms as he removed it.
As the garment fell away, Haechan pulled you closer and gently moved your hair away from his face.
You moved closer to him as you licked the tip of his length.
Haechan let out a soft groan as your tongue flicked against him. You took him into your mouth slowly, savoring the taste of him. Haechan's eyes fluttered shut as you moved your tongue.
Haechan let out a small gasp as he hit the back of your throat, enjoying every second of it. You swirl your tongue around him.
He watched you intently, his eyes drinking at the sight of you on your knees before him, your hair falling down your back.
You lapped at him gently, your tongue tracing circles around his head. Haechan's hands gripped your hair tight, his knuckles turning white as he tried to hold onto something in this moment.
As you felt him start to thrust into your mouth, you took him deeper, your throat contracting around him as he began to lose control.
Haechan groaned loudly, his hands gripping your hair tighter, pulling you deeper into himself. His hips bucked uncontrollably, every muscle in his body tense as he was looking for his release.
You could feel his arousal growing more intense within your grasp. The sight of Haechan losing control above you sent shivers down your spine.
Finally, with a loud groan, Haechan thrust deep into your throat, a wave of pleasure washing over him as he came.
You felt his hot seed fill your throat, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Your body shook as Haechan's release flooded your senses, and you savored every moment of it. As he began to soften, you gently withdrew from him, the evidence of what happened dripping from your lips.
Haechan's eyes fluttered open, and he pulled you into his arms, his mind blurred with pleasure. He kissed you deeply, his tongue tracing the contours of your mouth, tasting himself on you.
As the two of you pulled away from each other you looked at the door and noticed Jay was gone. Not even noticing that he left.
You exchanged a knowing look with Haechan, both of you smiling. It seemed like the plan worked.
As you disentangled yourselves from each other, Haechan glanced down at your still-dripping lips. "We should probably clean up," he said, his voice low and husky.
You nodded, feeling heat in your cheeks as you headed back to the bathroom that was connected to the room.
As you cleaned up, you couldn't help but start to feel a little embarrassed. But Haechan's gentle touch and reassuring words made you feel at ease once again. He helped you clean up, his hands moving gently over your body as he wiped away the evidence of what just happened.
As the water ran into the sink, the two of you stood close, your eyes meeting in the mirror above.
When you were finished cleaning up, Haechan led you back to the bed, making sure to shut the door this time before making himself comfortable in bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You could feel his heart beating against your back, his breath warm on your neck.
"Get some sleep," he whispered, his voice barely a murmur.
“We can’t stay here.” You whispered back, your voice laced with a hint of anxiety.
Haechan's arms tightened around you, his grip comforting and reassuring. “It’s Mark’s room, I already asked if we could use it.”
You sighed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. It wasn't the most ideal situation, but it was better than going home this tired.
As you snuggled closer to Haechan, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.
"Thank you," you hum.
Haechan whispered back, “Shhh don’t thank me."
Soon after, the two of you fell into a deep sleep, wrapped up in each other's arms and drifting off to the sound of each other's breathing. And as you slept, the two of you knew that whatever was going on between you just got a lot more serious.
As you slumped into your seat at the dining hall, Chenle grinned at you from across the table. “Why do you look like you just went through hell?”
You glared at him. “Thanks, Chenle. Needed that today.”
Before you could respond, Jaemin chimed in with a smug look. “She went to Mark’s party last night.”
Your eyes widened, taken aback by how he knew. “Wait, how did you—?”
“Life360,” Jaemin said, cutting you off with a proud grin. “I check everyone’s location before I go to sleep.”
You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Of course you do.”
Chaeryeong, who had been quietly listening, suddenly leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Hold up…are we just going to ignore the fact that you went to Mark’s party without us?”
You sighed, already sensing the upcoming interrogation. “Guys, it’s not a big deal—”
“Please tell me you didn’t go with Jay!” Jaemin interjected, shaking his head like he couldn’t even believe it.
“No!” you snapped back, fed up with hearing his name.
“Then who?” Jeno asked, leaning in with curiosity.
You hesitated, looking around the table before mumbling, “Haechan…”
The silence that followed was loud. Chaeryeong’s jaw dropped while Chenle and Jeno exchanged glances. Jaemin was the first to break the silence, raising an eyebrow.
“Haechan? Seriously?”
The table went silent again, all eyes turning to you as your last word hung in the air.
“Haechan?” Chaeryeong echoed, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “You went to a party with Haechan and didn’t tell us?”
You groaned, running a hand over your face. “It wasn’t like that.”
Chenle smirked, clearly entertained. “I don’t know… going to a party together, leaving us out of the loop—seems kinda suspicious.”
You groaned again, feeling their eyes on you like a shot light.
“It’s not what you think!”
“Then you better start explaining,” Chaeryeong said, crossing her arms. “Because we all know how this sounds.”
“I didn’t even plan to go! He convinced me at the last minute,” you defended yourself, glancing around the table. “And then Jay showed up, so Haechan… helped me avoid him.”
Jeno let out a small laugh. “So Haechan was your knight in shining armor, again?”
“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes. “He just wanted to mess with Jay. It wasn’t about me.”
“Still,” Chaeryeong leaned in, lowering her voice dramatically, “Did you spend the night with him?”
Instead of responding, you groaned and buried your face in your hands, too exhausted to deal with the flood of questions.
Chaeryeong gasped dramatically. “Oh my God! You did sleep with him, didn’t you?!”
Your head snapped up, eyes wide. “I promise it was all part of a plan!”
Jaemin raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “A plan? What kind of plan involves you sleeping with Haechan?”
Chenle leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, I’m dying to hear this one.”
You sighed, rubbing your temples. “We knew Jay would hate it, okay? It wasn’t supposed to mean anything.”
Chaeryeong’s eyes widened even more. “Wait—So how did Jay know you two slept together?!”
“Well— um, he was right outside the door…”
Chaeryeong’s jaw practically dropped to the floor. “Wait. Wait. Jay heard you two through the door?!”
You squirmed in your seat, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. “Not just heard us...”
Jaemin sighed, running a hand through his hair. “He watched you two have sex?!”
Chenle, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “I didn’t know you were into that,”
”I’m not!” You tried to defend yourself, “and it wasn’t even full-on sex!”
Chenle let out a high-pitched laugh, and Jeno shook his head, “Let me get this straight…You gave Haechan a blowjob while Jay was watching…”
“I mean if you put it like that it sounds weird…”
Chaeryeong gasped dramatically, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide with shock and amusement. “Oh my God, Y/n!”
You groaned, burying your face in your hands again. “It wasn’t like that!” you tried to explain, your voice muffled by your hands. “It just… happened!”
Chenle was practically doubled over with laughter, wiping a tear from his eye. “Honestly, this is the best thing I’ve heard all week.”
Jeno sighed, trying to hold back his grin. “Okay, but seriously, what are you going to do now? You can’t just pretend nothing happened.”
You nodded, biting your lip. “I know.”
Jaemin looked at you sympathetically, his voice softer now. “Do you like him?”
You took a deep breath and didn’t answer.
The table fell silent, everyone waiting for your response. You could feel their eyes on you, especially Jaemin, as he leaned in slightly, waiting for you to speak.
Finally, you exhaled, avoiding their gazes. “I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice quieter than usual.
“It’s all so confusing. I didn’t expect any of this to happen, and now… I don’t know how I feel.”
Chaeryeong, always the first to jump in, sighed dramatically. “Well, if you don’t know, that’s already saying something. Maybe there’s more to this than you think.”
Chenle, now composed from his earlier laughing fit, added, “Honestly if it was just to get back at Jay, you wouldn’t be this torn up about it.”
Jeno nodded in agreement. “He’s right. You’ve got to figure out if this was just a one-time thing or if there’s something between you and Haechan.”
Jaemin stayed quiet, his eyes searching for yours. “It’s okay to not have all the answers yet,” he said gently. “But don’t ignore how you’re feeling just because it’s complicated.”
You groaned, “I’m just going to pretend like nothing happened and avoid him.”
The group groaned in unison, making you roll your eyes.
“That’s what we said not to do, Y/n,” Jeno said, shaking his head. “You can’t just avoid the guy forever.”
Chaeryeong crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair. “And you know Haechan. He’s not exactly the type to let things go.”
Chenle leaned forward, grinning mischievously. “Plus, avoiding him will just make him chase you even more.” You sighed, slumping in your chair.
Jaemin gave you a soft smile, his eyes kind. “Whatever you decide, we’re here for you. Just… don’t run away from it. If you need time, take it, but don’t bury your feelings.”
You nodded, feeling the weight of their advice. “Okay, fine. I’ll talk to him… eventually.”
The group exchanged knowing looks, but no one pushed you further. At least, not yet.
It’s settled, you're going to avoid him. But of course, that didn’t go as smoothly as you hoped. Every time you tried to slip past him, he somehow spotted you first. It became a game of cat and mouse.
The awkwardness grew with each interaction, especially when you’d catch his eyes from across a room and immediately turn to flee. And as if that weren’t bad enough, your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Texts, missed calls, even voice messages. Haechan was relentless.
“Y/n, can we talk? This is ridiculous.”
“Avoiding me isn’t gonna make this disappear.”
“At least hear me out before running.”
You groaned every time your phone lit up with his name. The tension built up so much that even your friends were getting fed up with your avoidance tactic.
“I told you he wouldn’t just drop it,” Chenle teased, scrolling through his phone as you sat together in the library.
Jaemin, who was sitting next to you, gave a gentle nudge. “You can’t keep this up forever, Y/n.”
You knew they were right, but the idea of actually facing Haechan—after everything—felt overwhelming. What would you even say? What did he want to say? The questions kept swirling in your mind, making it harder to act.
A small cough interrupted your thoughts, snapping you back to the present. You glanced up to see Haechan standing a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest and a determined look on his face. The library was quiet, and it felt like the world had paused at that moment.
“How?” You looked back at your two friends who tried not to make eye contact with you.
”Traitors…” You mumbled.
“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice steady but it was laced with a hint of vulnerability.
You felt your heart race, the urge to run was almost overwhelming. “Not here,” you managed to reply, glancing nervously at your friends who were pretending to be absorbed in their work.
Haechan stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I’m not trying to make this awkward, but avoiding me isn’t helping either. Can we go outside? Just for a minute?”
You hesitated, torn between wanting to confront your feelings and wanting to run away. The library felt suffocating, and with each passing moment, it seemed you had no choice but to face the situation head-on.
“Fine,” you said, the word slipping out before you could second-guess yourself. You stood up, feeling your friends’ eyes on you as you walked past Haechan and out of the library.
Once outside, the crisp air hit you, momentarily clearing your head. Haechan followed closely, and you turned to face him, arms crossed defensively.
“What do you want?” you asked, trying to sound braver than you felt.
“I want to explain,” he said, his expression earnest.
“What happened that night… it wasn’t just a plan to get back at your ex for me.”
You swallowed hard, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. “Then what was it?” you challenged, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily.
“It was confusing. You’re confusing,” he replied, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you…”
His words hung in the air between you, heavy. You felt your heart flutter despite your better judgment. “One chance,” you said finally, your voice steady but low.
“You get one chance.”
Haechan’s eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features. “One chance? That’s it?” he asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and hope.
“Yeah,” you nodded, crossing your arms defiantly.
He took a step closer, “All I need is one date, and you will be hooked,” he stated, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Is that so? You think it’ll be that easy to impress me?”
He leaned in slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. “I know it will be.”
You couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity at his challenge. “And what if you can’t?”
“I will,” he replied, his tone turning serious, “Meet me at my apartment tonight around seven.”
“Tonight?” you echoed.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Haechan responded, determination clear on his face.
“What do you have planned?” you asked, trying to mask your excitement with nonchalance.
Haechan smirked, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. “You’ll just have to trust me. I promise it’ll be fun.”
“Fun? Sounds like you’re setting the bar pretty high,” you challenged, trying to maintain your composure.
“Trust me,” he repeated, his voice low and enticing. “I’ll make it unforgettable.”
You bit your lip, fighting the urge to smile. “Fine, But if this goes bad, I’m blaming you.”
“Deal,” he said, his grin widening. “Just be ready at seven. I’ll pick you up.”
“Thought I was supposed to meet you there,” you teased, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but I’m a gentleman,” he replied, his voice smooth and confident, a playful twinkle in his eyes.
You rolled your eyes, unable to hide your smile. “A gentleman, huh? I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Only for you,” he shot back, leaning in a little closer.
“Okay, Mr. Gentleman. Just remember, I’m expecting something impressive,” you challenged, crossing your arms.
“Trust me, you won’t be disappointed,” he promised, his tone sincere.
Haechan stepped back, breaking the moment slightly.
“Just focus on being ready. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Fine. Seven it is,” you agreed, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves racing through you.
“Perfect,” he said, a playful spark in his eyes. “I’ll see you then.”
As the hours went by, you kept yourself busy getting ready. You were excited, yet you still felt a little sick from your anxiety. You didn’t know what to expect.
By seven o’clock, you stood in front of the mirror, nerves filling your stomach. After applying the final touches of makeup, you gave yourself one last look.
A knock on the door startled you from your thoughts. Taking a deep breath before opening the door.
Haechan stood there, looking effortlessly handsome in a fitted shirt and jeans. “Wow, you look incredible,” he said, his eyes full of awe
“Thanks,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Taking you back to my place,” he said with a playful smirk, extending his hand to you. “Let’s go.”
“As you walked together, the playful banter made it feel comfortable, just like it had before everything changed.”
Once you reached Haechan’s apartment, two guys walked out, exchanging casual greetings with him as they passed.
“Who were they?” you asked, curiosity growing.
“Just my roommates,” Haechan replied, “The tall one is Jisung, and the short one is Renjun.”
You nodded, glancing at the duo. Jisung gave you a friendly wave while Renjun shot you a playful grin before they disappeared down the hall and leaving you two alone.
“Come on in,” Haechan said, leading you inside. The apartment was cozy, decorated with posters and fairy lights that created a warm atmosphere. In the middle of the living room stood a makeshift pillow fort, complete with blankets draped over furniture and twinkling lights strung inside.
“No way, You remembered?” you asked, a laugh escaping your lips as you took in the sight.
Haechan shrugged, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Of course, we used to always make pillow forts as a kid.”
You couldn’t help but smile at the nostalgic sight. “I can’t believe you went through the trouble of making a pillow fort just for me,” you said, stepping further inside.
Haechan grinned. “I thought it would be fun. Plus, who doesn’t love a good pillow fort?”
“True,” you replied, chuckling. “I’m already impressed.”
He led you inside the fort, where soft cushions and blankets awaited. The twinkling lights added a magical touch, casting a warm glow around the space. Haechan settled down next to you, leaning back against the pillows.
“So, what’s the plan?” you asked, eager to know what he had in store for the evening.
“Well,” he began, leaning in closer, “I thought we could watch some movies, eat snacks, and just relax. But first, I have a little surprise for you.”
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A surprise?”
He reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a couple of your favorite snacks. “I know how much you love these!” he said, grinning as he held them up.
Your heart swelled at the thoughtful gesture. “You went all out, didn’t you?”
Haechan shrugged. “I try. Now, let’s pick a movie. Any preferences?”
You glanced at the selection he had lined up on his laptop. “How about a rom-com?” you suggested, feeling playful.
“Perfect choice,” he said, clicking on a title that caught your eye. As the opening credits rolled, you both settled in, the cozy atmosphere making you feel at ease.
Throughout the movie, you find yourself laughing and stealing glances at Haechan. He seemed so relaxed and in his element, and you couldn’t help but feel a warmth growing between you.
As the film reached an over the top romantic scene, you felt your heart race. Haechan turned to you, his gaze searching yours.
“What do you think?”
“It’s cute,” you replied, trying to hide your flustered state. “But a little unrealistic.”
He chuckled softly. “Yeah, like how they always seem to have the perfect timing for their big moments.”
“Exactly! Who gets interrupted right before a kiss?” you joked, shaking your head.
“Maybe we should test it,” he suggested, his voice dropping to a softer tone.
You looked at him, your breath hitching slightly. “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, Haechan leaned in closer, the distance between you closing. Your heart raced as he brushed his thumb across your cheek, his eyes locking onto yours.
“Can I?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your stomach flipped, and you nodded, unsure if you could speak.
Haechan closed the gap, pressing his lips against yours softly. The kiss was gentle at first, but as you melted into the moment, it deepened.
When he pulled back, a playful smile danced on his lips.
“See, no one interrupted us.”
You couldn’t help but grin back, feeling giddy. “You just interrupted your own kiss’’
"I guess I did," Haechan replied.
"So much for perfect timing." You teased.
Haechan's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Maybe we need more practice," he suggested, his tone light but laced with his usual teasing.
You felt your cheeks warm, torn between giving in to the moment and addressing the elephant in the room.
"Haechan," you started, your voice soft but serious,
"What are we doing here? Is this just... fun for you?"
His expression sobered, and he took your hand in his, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. "It's not just fun," he said, his gaze intense. "I meant what I said earlier. I can't stop thinking about you, Y/n. This... us... it means something to me."
Your heart raced at his words, but doubt still lingered. "But what about before? The plan, getting back at my ex..."
Haechan sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "I know how it looked. At first, maybe it was about that. But somewhere along the way, it became real for me. You became real for me."
You searched his face, looking for any sign of insincerity. "And now?"
"Now," he said, leaning closer, "I want to see where this goes. For real this time. No games, no plans. Just us."
The sincerity in his voice made your breath hitch. You found yourself leaning in. "Just us," you echoed, your lips mere inches from his.
Haechan closed the distance, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deeper, more passionate than the first. You melted into it, your hand finding its way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.
When you finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, Haechan rested his forehead against yours. "So," he murmured, a smile playing on his lips, "Am I living up to my promise of an unforgettable night?"
You couldn't help but laugh, the tension from earlier dissolving into a warm, giddy feeling. "It's a good start," you teased, your fingers tracing patterns on the back of his neck. "But you still have a lot of work to do."
Haechan grinned, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze.
"Challenge accepted," he said with a smirk.
You watched as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Your heart pounded in your chest, wondering what surprise he had in mind next. "What are you doing?”
"You'll have to wait and see," Haechan replied, a mischievous glint in his eyes that had you both anxious and excited to find out.
As Haechan's whispers trailed off, you couldn't help but feel excited. Your heart raced in your chest, and you knew that whatever he had in mind, it was sure to be unforgettable.
He began trailing kisses down your neck, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and over your head. The sensation sent a shiver through your body, leaving you breathless and wanting more.
Your hands found their way to his back, drawing him closer as his lips continued their trail down your body.
His fingers grazed the delicate skin of your stomach, making you shiver beneath his touch. He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked with yours, and you knew he was contemplating your next move. You saw the desire in his eyes, and you couldn't help but feel aroused and eager to continue.
His hands drifted downwards, tracing the curve of your hips before gently tugging at your pants. He looked up at you again, seeking permission with his eyes. You nodded, giving him the green light to continue.
As Haechan's fingers danced beneath the waistband of your pants, you couldn’t help but let out a small whine. This was real.
His hands slid beneath your waistband, pulling your pants down slowly, revealing more and more of your skin to him. He kissed his way down your body, his mouth leave a trail of wet kisses.
His fingers trailed along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.
He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and demanding, and you responded him with equal passion. You could feel him get harder through the fabric of his clothes, and it made you even wetter.
You pawed at his clothes, silently telling him to take them off.
Haechan followed your cues, his movements quick as he tugged off his shirt, revealing the toned muscles of his chest and stomach. You couldn't help but moan at the sight. He then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them slide down his legs, stepping out of them.
You stared at him in awe, your eyes locked onto him. His eyes caught yours and a smirk formed on his face. "Miss seeing me like this?" he asked teasingly.
"Mmmh," you replied breathlessly, your gaze traveling from his perfectly toned chest to the definition of his stomach, and finally to the hard bulge in his boxers.
Haechan chuckled and stepped out of the rest of his clothing, standing before you completely naked.
Without another word, he pulled you close to him, his erection pressing against your thigh. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire that kept growing with each passing second. It was intoxicating, and you felt yourself getting lost in it.
Haechan's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you even closer as he began to grind against you. The sensation was so good, and you could feel your body responding to his touch.
His lips found yours once again, slipping his tounge in your mouth.
His hands moved lower, his fingers finding their way between your legs, teasing your already wet folds. You gasped into his kiss, your body arching towards him.
His fingers explored deeper inside you. You could feel his erection pressing against you, begging to be inside you.
"Are you ready for me?" he groaned, his breath warm against your skin.
"Yes," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm ready."
Without another moment of hesitation, Haechan positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock rubbing against your sensitive skin. You let out a moan as he teased you.
He slowly pressed inside you, every inch of him filling you up. His eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the tip of his cock stretching you open, a feeling of fullness.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern lacing each word.
"Perfect," you gasped, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer.
Haechan began to move, his hips thrusting into you with a rhythm that matched your own breathing.
Your hands clawed at his back, holding him close as he moved within you. The sound of his name falling from your lips was like music to his ears- a sound he never wanted to end.
Sweat began to trickle down Haechan's forehead, and the muscles in his arms tensed as he held you close to him.
As he thrust deeper into you, the walls of your body clenched around him, pulling him closer. His breath grew heavier, and he grabbed your face to look at him.
Your moans grew louder. The sounds of wet flesh meeting flesh filled the air, joining together with the hurried gasps and heavy breathing.
Your hips met his, matching his rhythm. You could feel your climax building.
"Donghyuck," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so close."
The use of his real name felt different, he felt almost primal as he growled in your ear. "That's it. Come for me baby."
As your body began to tremble, an intense wave of pleasure washing over you, Haechan thrust into you with a faster pace. His eyes locked on yours, he groaned, his jaw clenching as he fought to hold back his own release.
"I'm—I'm close too," he gasped, his eyes almost black from the pleasure.
The sound of your name falling from his lips made you feel like you were on the edge of the world. Your body shook as your climax hit its peak.
Just the sight of you orgasming sent Haechan over the edge. With a final thrust, he pulled out and came all over your stomach, painting you with his cum.
Breathless and panting, you watched as he collapsed beside you, his breathing ragged and uneven. You could feel the slickness of your arousal, mixed with his cum, coating your skin
“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” Haechan pulled away and planted a kiss on your forehead.
After cleaning up, you and Haechan settled back into the cozy pillow fort. The twinkling lights cast a warm glow as you cuddled close, wrapped in soft blankets. A comfortable silence fell between you.
Haechan gently took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. His eyes met yours, filled with warmth and a hint of nervousness.
"Y/N," he began softly, "tonight has been amazing. Being with you like this, it just feels right. I know we started this in an unconventional way, but my feelings for you are real."
Your heart fluttered as he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand.
"I don't want this to be just one night. I want to build something real with you, to see where this could go." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Would you be my girlfriend?"
A smile spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest. "Yes," you replied, squeezing his hand. "I'd love to be your girlfriend."
Haechan's face lit up with joy. He pulled you closer, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Round two?" he murmured, holding in his laugh as you slapped his chest.
summary: haechan will not stop begging you to feed off of him
a/n: hiiii welcome to the newest spooky fic. i thought it would be funny to make haechan a human and switch things up for a change. hope you like it and stream taste by haechan! (didn't proofread- work is so busy)
cw: (minors dni) smut, vampirism, reader feeds off of haechan, soulmate!haechan, bigdick!haechan, unprotected p in v (just always expect this from me but be safe!!), creampie, fluff
wc: 4k
Finding blood now is probably the easiest it’s ever been. As you got older, you eventually tired of draining people and trying not to get caught, moving from town to town, but you did what was needed to survive. Now in the year 2025, there were blood bars chock full of willing participants, people who volunteered their blood for the sake of the survival of vampires like yourself.
You are the co-owner of one of the top blood bars in the city, Diablerie. Technically, you don’t need a job, so you started the bar more out of boredom than anything else, and while a lot of your employees are vampires, a few of them are human. Like Donghyuck.
Donghyuck is the most insane human you’ve met in your over 300 years of living. He’s also obsessed with you.
“Donghyuck, go do your job-“ you monotone from your desk.
“Boss, I’ve told you a million times- call me Haechan. It’s what all my friends call me,” he smiles.
“We aren’t friends.”
“But we could be-” he singsongs as he bats his eyelashes at you from the doorway.
“Go away, Donghyuck,” you try again, not bothering to look up at him.
“Are you hungry boss? You can feed off of me, you know! I’ve already been tested, and I’m AB positive which a little birdie told me is your favorite!” he’s practically begging at this point.
You’re saved by Jaemin, the human you’ve hired to be the manager.
“Haechan, come on. The kitchen needs your help,” he says, grabbing the menace by his collar and closing your office door. Gotta love Jaemin.
Aside from Donghyuck’s usual flirtations, your Friday night was going swimmingly. The bar is full of vampires and humans alike, everything running smoothly. Although apparently the universe thinks you can never have anything nice because there’s a drunk human who’s being reckless. You’d think this wouldn’t be a problem, but some vampires liked to have blood with some alcohol in it since regular alcohol did nothing for them. It might not be entirely worth it since having drunk humans around can lead to situations like this.
“Boss, there’s another rumdum on the floor, and Jaehyun stepped out to run an errand,” Jaemin says as he walks into your office. You sigh and get up letting him lead you to the culprit.
“You fucking blood suckers! You deserve to go to hell!” the man yells as he sways.
You roll your eyes, but then this man seemingly sobers up upon laying eyes on you, now appearing much bigger. All of a sudden, he pulls out a wooden stake and charges at you, catching you off guard. You’re in shock, and he moves to kill you and honestly would’ve gotten very close if it weren’t for Donghyuck appearing out of nowhere and shoving him onto the ground, beating the shit out of him. He’s dealing blow after blow, yelling about how the man needs to learn his place and should’ve never fucking tried it.
“Donghyuck, stop!” Absolutely no response.
“Donghyuck!” Still nothing.
“That’s enough!” you yell and yank him off the insane mortal who is likely regretting his stupid decision to try to kill you.
“Are you okay, boss?” Donghyuck takes your face in his hands as he comes back down to earth and remembers you could’ve been killed.
You are very grateful that you are incapable of blushing or having your face heat up because you feel slightly flustered at him saving you despite just being a regular human. Donghyuck sticks as close to you as possible as you try to do your work and is extremely concerned for you, suggesting you leave early. Actually a more apt description is he followed you around for around 45 minutes after the incident and begged you to leave, which is a sentiment that Jaemin echoes. The gesture is nice, though you don’t have the heart to tell the both of them that they are far more susceptible to being hurt than you are. You appreciate the thought, though, and decide to go for their sakes once your co-owner returns.
“Ready to go, boss?” Donghyuck says.
“Ready to go?” you repeat confused.
“Yeah, I’m walking you home,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Oh- um, you don’t have to do that, Donghyuck- thanks though.”
“Unfortunately for you, boss, I’m not taking no for an answer.”
It was nice to have a companion after an attempt on your life, however, you did not realize in the moment that this was, in Donghyuck’s mind, an “in” with you.
Two months had passed since that night, and he was still walking you home every day after work. For the most part, you were surprised to find that the two of you had plenty of pleasant conversations, talking about mutual interests and sometimes incredibly deep conversations that would last until sunrise was on the horizon, putting an end to anything you were saying. It wasn’t that you would be sleeping either, but it felt like a good boundary to have. You’d always be on your front porch chatting it up, and you would never let him in because- at the end of the day, he’s your employee and while you don’t technically have an HR department, you still don’t want to cross that boundary especially when he’s so young.
However, not every walk was peaceful. A lot of times even if the majority of your walk was peaceful, he would be begging you to feed on him. You think he must have a vampire kink which is possible. A lot of donors do tend to have a vampire kink, and you’ve heard the sensation can be incredibly arousing for a lot of them. Whatever it takes for you to get to where you wanna go- you don’t judge. You don’t care for the reason that the donors do it as long as they’re doing it. You’ve told Donghyuck time and time again that he should just be a donor if he wants it so bad.
“Please feed off of me boss-” he’s walking backwards directly in front of you, two seconds from falling over something in his way.
“Donghyuck- if you want to be fed off of, you should just donate,” you sigh.
“If I donate, will you feed off of me? Because I’ll sign the papers right now.”
Day after day, you were propositioned by Donghyuck to suck his blood, and day after day, you denied him. He was definitely never giving up- that man is resilient. However he didn’t need to wait very long to get you because today- you were having a bad day.
There were a million obstacles that got in between you and getting to the bar on time for you, including being out of blood at home. You decided that you’d eat at work only to find out that a lot of your donors had pulled out that night since there was a stomach flu going around. Even with your reserve volunteers, you were going to be short tonight meaning you’d have to close early. You were so stressed and it felt like you were running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Finally, after closing early, you were excited to go home and hope for the best for the next night and gather your bearings. Jaehyun said he had a connection and could get more donors to cover those missing. You were walking up to your house alongside Donghyuck when you suddenly felt very weak. In all of the hubbub, you had forgotten to feed. Even if you hadn’t forgotten it you probably would have forgone it seeing as the bar needed as much blood as it could get.
You put a hand on Donghyuck’s shoulders as you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker.
“Boss? Is everything okay?”
“Forgot to feed. Don’t have any blood at home…” you mumble feeling weaker as every second passed.
“Boss, seriously?? You need to feed now!” he helps you up and into your home, gently sitting you down onto your couch. Donghyuck rolls up his sleeve and puts his arm in front of your mouth so you can feed but you aren’t budging. He’s confused and doesn’t understand why you aren’t doing anything.
“Don’t tell me you’re being this stubborn, boss,” he rolls his eyes and looks around, getting up and coming back with a knife. He knows you won’t be able to hold back if you can smell the blood coming out. He makes a small cut on his arm, just enough to bring some blood out and watches as you still try to fight it.
“Come on, boss, you know you need me- just do it. Use me.”
His words are enough to send you forward latching onto his arm and finally having a meal. What you do not expect is how delicious his blood would be. That shit goes hard. It’s sweet and flavorful and it's better than any blood you’ve ever had. You honestly feel like you could feed off of him forever. If you were able to get into heaven, you’d swear this is it as you feel the warm blood traveling down your throat. Another thing is you’re kinda… horny. Like it feels like your body is on fire and all of your cells have been turned up to 100% sensitivity.
Donghyuck’s doing about the same as you. He had been a donor before he officially started working at the bar, and he knew that being a donor came with some physical side effects. A lot of people definitely got horny and while it felt really good physically, he was never really affected that way. But right now he was in another world. His eyes were closed at the sensation of you feeding off of him, and he could feel himself getting harder by the second, fighting the urge to touch himself through his pants. There was this buzz throughout his body that was unlike anything he’d ever felt before, as if his body was vibrating.
You luckily had a sense of self control and were able to stop at the very minimum amount of blood that you could take and feel full, but that was the best fucking blood you’ve ever had and you still feel like you’re in a hungered state. You look up to see how Donghyuck’s doing. His eyes are hooded and you can see that he’s hard through his black work pants. He looks so good to you right now but not only in terms of feeding off of him, you really wanna jump his bones. You both stare at each other for a beat before he jumps towards you attacking your lips.
He’s a mess and desperate and his hands are everywhere. His mouth is aggressive, and he’s grinding up against you, whining. You pull away but he just resigns himself to move to your neck leaving wet open mouthed kisses, even biting a little bit making your back arch and tearing a whine out of you.
“Donghyuck.” you try and he just hums still desperately leaving kisses on every exposed piece of skin.
“Donghyuck!” you try again and you don’t even get a response this time.
“Haechan!” you yell as you pull him off you by his hair. He is so far gone, his pupils dilated, but there is some level of recognition because he says:
“Did you just call me Haechan?”
“Yes, we need to-“
“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you-” he goes to kiss you again but you still have a hold of his hair. The attempt makes him moan again.
“Okay, but can we move to my bed please?” you smile sweetly. You get up and take his hand, leading him to your room where he proceeds to push you down onto your bed and resume kissing you as passionately as possible, but now his hands know exactly what they’re doing and he starts taking all your clothes off, leaving you bare for him. He starts kissing down your body, eager to get started, and you whine.
“Haechan…”
“If you keep saying my fucking name like that, I’m gonna cum,” he says seriously as he arrives at his final destination, leaving a kiss on your clit. He watches you squirm a bit but doesn’t allow for a lot of time before diving into you and sucking on your clit, fucking one finger into you.
“Haechan,” you whine, “Please. You can do this next time. I just want you to fuck me-”
“There’s gonna be a next time?” his voice cracks at the comment before remembering what he’s there to do. “I’m not doing this for no reason, boss. I need to stretch you out to take me,” you clench at the implication that he’s big as he inserts another finger. He continues adding fingers, only increasing your wetness that’s now making a horribly sinful squelching noise as he fucks four fingers into you.
“Haechan I think I’m ready now- please. I need you.” Upon hearing that, he’s completely ready and desperate to be inside you and give you what you want.
Haechan grabs a hold of your legs spreading you for him and pushing them towards you. He slides into you faster than he means to and moans and whines and immediately begins thrusting hard, absolutely losing himself in you not knowing what to do with himself. You feel so good, and he feels bad because he’s so big but he can’t help but pound into you. He’s so so needy and rams into you with his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to focus on not cumming immediately because oh my god you’re so hot and he’s wanted you for so long and he can’t believe this is happening.
“If this is just another dream, I'm going to be pissed,” the needy human groans, lost in how tight you are around him. You're so confused at the comment, and he sees it when he opens his eyes to look at you.
He blushes and says, “I’ve had so many dreams about you, boss, and in all of them, we end up here. But fuck this feels better than I could’ve ever imagined.”
Knowing he’s been dreaming about this makes your whole body shudder. He notices that you must be getting close and fucks into you harder as his thumb goes to rub your clit.
“You always made the sweetest noises for me in my dreams, baby. You always felt and looked unreal, but after seeing you now,” he moves so that his lips ghost over your ear, “dream you could never compare to the real thing.”
“Haechan, I’m gonna-“
“Yes, please let go for me, baby. Let me feel it, let me feel you. I need you. I need to feel it. I'm so desperate to feel you cream my cock, please let go for me, give it all to me-”
His words send you shooting into space, your walls squeezing him so tight and your body convulsing with pleasure. This is certainly a night of firsts, and you’re sure this is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had.
Post nut clarity is crazy because while yes, you definitely had an inappropriate relationship with your employee, you actually really don’t care and are desperately craving both his blood and his cock. What you are concerned about is how badly you’re craving his blood and how out of this world the taste was.
“Jaehyun, have you ever had some, like- really fucking good blood?” You had asked Jaehyun to deal with everything for the night so you wouldn’t have to go to work (or see Haechan). He was now sitting on your couch because it was so unlike you to call out, so he had to make sure all was well.
“I mean, like blood preference? Yeah, I fucking love O negative- you know this?” he says confused.
“No like- Fuck, I’m going crazy-” you groan, putting your head in your hands.
“What?” he laughs trying to understand, until a realization washes over him. “Wait… is this about Haechan? Did you feed off of him??”
“SHUT UP!” you yell, throwing a couch pillow at him.
“Oh my god- no wonder he was asking me to beg you to come back…”
“You can’t tell anyone, Jae,” you beg.
“Y/N, who am I going to tell?” he laughs.
“Fine, fine, fine. I hooked up with Haechan last night and fed off of him, and it might’ve been the best blood I've ever tasted. Like ever. I’m talking liquid crack. Like straight up gold coming out of him.” you ramble.
“Wha-”
“And I have fed off of other people I find attractive before so that's not it.”
“Whoa.”
“Help,” you squeal.
“How am I supposed to help?” he asks incredulously.
“Can you maybe feed off him to see if maybe he just has really yummy blood?”
“You want me to feed off of Haechan?”
“Yes Jae, please,” you cry, being as dramatic as possible, “I’ve done you so many favors since I've known you.”
“Fine,” he groans. He can never say no to you.
He calls you about an hour later.
“It took me manipulating our employee, but I can report- his blood is basic as shit.”
“Fuck!”
“Ok so… are you gonna call Taeyong?”
“Fuck, I don’t wanna do this,” you whine.
“If you don’t, I will,” he says and you can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.
“Fuck, fine!”
Now you find yourself at Taeyong's front door. He’s the head of your coven, though, it's been a while since you’ve all had a meeting. He’s always been very old school so he didn’t love the idea of a blood bar. That didn’t stop him from being supportive from afar.
You softly knock on the door.
“Hi Taeyong-” you start when he opens the door.
“Jaehyun filled me in.”
“That bitch,” you mutter.
Tell me in your words though,” he says as he lets you in.
“Hm.”
“That’s all you have to say?” you ask slightly annoyed.
“Well I know you know what I'm going to say,” he says standing up to look out the window.
“I've just- I thought soulmates were something you talked about as a joke.”
“Do you think I warned you about being wary of the humans you feed off of for the fuck of it?”
“I’ve just never met anyone who had a soulmate,” you respond.
“Have we not met?”
You freeze at what he’s insinuating. “You… have a soulmate?”
“Had.”
“Oh, Taeyong. I'm sorry,” you say softly. He turns and sees that you really mean it, a soft smile making its way to his face. He sits next to you, taking your hands in his.
“It’s okay. It was a long time ago, shortly after I was turned. I wanted to turn him, but he didn’t want to be doomed to this life. I had no choice but to accept that because… I love him. I loved him until the day he died. Legend says we all have multiple soulmates since we live so long but- there will only ever be one for me.”
“I’m so so soooo sorry, Taeyong,” you give him a hug, holding back tears on his behalf. “Thank you for talking to me and trusting me with this information.”
“Of course. You need to be wise, though. Whether or not he wants to be turned, I recommend you love him for as long as you can.” You stay and catch up a little bit longer and offer to send a donor to him every once in a while, so he doesn’t have to hunt. He’s still super old school, but he tells you he’ll think about it. You slowly make your way back home, taking the long way.
Donghyuck. Haechan. That dweeby desperate little human who’s been obsessed with you since he met you. He is your soulmate. A concept that you didn’t even know was real, especially not for someone like you.
How do you break it to him? What do you even say? Before you know it, you’re walking up to the bar. You don’t know why you’re here. It’s the end of the night so he’s probably already gone. You sigh and start walking home when from behind you, you hear, “Boss?”
When you turn around, Haechan is running towards you and wraps you up in the tightest hug.
“I missed you so much.”
You laugh a little bit and reply, “I missed you, too!”
He is still hugging you as tight as can be, but he moves to nuzzle into you.
“Can I walk you home?” he mumbles into your neck.
“Okay.”
When you pull up in front of your house, you blurt out, “I have something I need to tell you.”
“You can tell me anything,” he comforts.
“What do you know about vampires?”
“I know that a human gets turned by feeding off of another vampire. You're basically invincible and incredibly strong and fast. You can’t go out in the daytime unless it’s cloudy or raining. You feed off of humans, and in the olden days, they would drain humans entirely.”
“Okay well that’s pretty good. One additional thing is that vampires have soulmates, mortal soulmates. A big tell for a vampire when they meet their soulmate is that upon feeding on them, it’s the best tasting blood ever. There’s a lot of other little things besides that, but the vampire will feel very drawn to their soulmate at all times after the first feed and the same goes for their counterpart.
“Okay…” he says hesitantly.
You stay quiet not knowing how to break it to him, hoping that the silence in the air is enough to make it click.
“Are you saying that I'm your… soulmate?”
You brace for impact and close your eyes to avoid eye contact entirely when you say, “Yes, I- I think you are.”
“Oh. My. God! This is the best day of my life!” You open your eyes and see Haechan pumping his fists in the air jumping around, excited about this announcement.
“It’s not that simple, Haechan.”
“What do you mean? You’re my soulmate. Seems pretty straightforward to me,” he shrugs
“You’re a human-”
“Okay.”
“I’m a vampire.”
“Okay? I know this boss.”
“I’m immortal, and-” your mouth struggles to say the next words, “and… one day you’re going to die.”
“So turn me,” he says casually.
“You can’t just make a decision like this so offhandedly! Don’t you wanna think about it?” At that, Haechan puts his hands on your shoulders, focusing you to look at him.
“Are we or are we not soulmates?”
“Yes…” you mumble.
“Okay, there you go. Even if we weren’t, I would marry you right now. Have you not noticed I’m actually pretty fucking insane about you? There is nothing calm or cool or chill about the way I feel about you. I mean- I was throwing myself at you for months! I've been ready to spend the rest of my life with you since the day that I met you,” he says, taking your hands in his.
“I thought you were just insane in general,” you joke to deflect.
“I’m sure about this, darling. I promise.”
You lead him into your home and ask him about a million more times if he’s okay with this. He assures you every time that he wants this, wants you. The whole situation feels very intimate. The last person you turned was Jaehyun and it felt nothing like this.
Once he’s fed off of you enough to turn, you’re playing with his hair as his head lays in your lap, and he adjusts to all the new sensations that come with being undead. Then, he whines, and you’re terrified that he already regrets his decision.
“What- what’s wrong?”
“Does this mean you’re going to feed on other people?” he whines.
“Haechan, I’ve already been feeding on other people-“ you laugh.
“But now you have me,” he pouts.
“Are you feeling jealous?” you tease.
“Yes, I’m so obviously jealous. I have every right to be! I don’t want your mouth on anyone else!”
“Well, here’s a little known secret- vampires can feed off of each other,” you smirk.
“Oh thank god- I love this, I love you, I’m so glad. I love you I love you,” he shoots up to give you a smooch. “I’m going to make you so full.” You almost moan at the double entendre.
“Just consider me your universe-given, FDA-certified blood bag.” he smiles before attacking you with kisses.
