✿⃘ֹ #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.)"
profanities, inappropriate jokes (will add along the way)
SYNOPSIS
in which haechan is a victim of a spotify phishing scam and yn is technically the perpetrator (please dont blame her, she genuinely thought it was a legit cheap spotify premium offer). he's frustrated of course, but why does he keep finding himself anticipating what she will listen to next through his account history?
START
Feb 22nd, 2026
END
March 20th, 2026
CHAPTERS
YN, THE FUNCTIONAL ADULT AND THE DRAMA KING
THE VICTIM, THE BUFF BABYGIRL AND THE ONE WITH ANGER ISSUES
Your smile was competing with the sun as you stepped into the office. The clacking of your heels announced your arrival long before you reached your desk and gave away the excited skip in your steps. Smooth like butter you greeted your coworkers as you passed them by.
“Hey Jack, nice jacket.”
“Sara, you look stunning.”
“Pablo, how is your family? Yeah haha you are so right. Tell your wife I said hi.”
You got some of the names wrong but that’s ok because it was the best day of the week – Monday. You sat down in your chair as you sighed in contentment at the beautiful day to come. A long time ago you used to hate Mondays just like any normal person. That was until the most handsome man on this planet joined your company three years ago. Ever since there was nothing you looked forward to quite as much as the weekly Marketing x IT meeting. There is no way your coworkers didn’t notice your drastically different demeanour on Mondays but when asked about it you would only reply with a dreamy look
“What do you mean? I’m always in a great mood.” What a big fat lie but thank God no one questions that further.
You woke up an hour and a half earlier to get ready. Every hair in your blow out sat perfectly, your face glowed and your outfit looked amazing. You even took an everything shower and shaved your whole body, just in case. Not that any of this would make a difference because the IT department insists the meetings are online as none of them can be bothered to come into the office. But you still want to look your best for the occasion.
Entering the call, you are ready to sit back and look pretty because you don’t plan on adding anything productive to this meeting or anything at all. You look around the small pictures of your coworkers and spot him. The man of your dreams, the love of your life, the father of your future children. You hit the jackpot today because instead of his usual purple LED lights, he actually sits next to a window and the clear sight of him overwhelms you. Haechan looks absolutely scrumptious. The fleece jacket he wears is the one that everyone gets as a present on their first day on the job. You threw yours away the day you got it but now you regret it as you wish you could match with him. When you look at his hair, your hands are twitching as if they feel the strands in between the fingers. What would his hair feel like? Soft and smooth? Dry and stubborn? What shampoo does he use? How often does he wash his hair? Does he wash his hair at all? Does he have dandruff? You want to know all about it.
Satisfied, you sit back and for the next hour you have a dumb smile on your face as you watch Haechan while everyone else spoke about go-through rates and adjustments in the UI. You hope he looks at your icon, too. Which is not the case based on the lines of code that reflect on his glasses. You get lost deep in thoughts while the meeting carries on.
-
It’s when you hear a chorus of “Bye”s that you realise the meeting is over and everyone’s leaving. As one picture after the other disappears, you notice Haechan is still there. This is your chance. You fidget with your mouse to turn your mike on and your voice comes on just in time before he leaves “Oh Haechan, ehm would you mind staying for a little. I had a question.” His pretty eyes look at you expectantly through his glasses. Now that his picture is fully sized on your display you can’t help but admire the small details on his face. Skin clear but with a slight stubble at his chin like he knew you would go feral over that. You follow the path of moles from his nose down to his neck which remind you of constellations of stars. And just like a shooting star, the lights shine bright in his eyes. Even his ears are pretty, this is so unfair. You remember he is still waiting for you to speak.
“Oh, ehm, yeah so, I wanted, I mean, I was thinking” Ok, it’s not that hard just finish the sentence.
“I just wanted to” You keep stumbling over your words.
You close your eyes and take a deep breathe in before the word vomit leaves your mouth.
“I just wanted to say that I had a lot of fun on Friday. The work event I mean. I didn’t know you would come because you never show up to these kinds of things haha Not that I noticed ehm my… ah yeah right my coworker mentioned that to me. She keeps track of this kind of stuff. I mean, no, she doesn’t. But yeah so I wanted to say that I had fun and you are such a great dancer. The way you did the milli rock was so cool. Maybe you could teach me one day? Maybe during lunch break? Or maybe not during lunch that would be weird, right haha. Maybe without the dancing and only the lunch, that would be better, I guess. Do you like sandwiches? For lunch, I mean. I have a 50% off coupon for the grocery store next door. You could also do your grocery shopping if you wanted. You know because I have a coupon, it’s a great deal. So yeah no dancing only lunch. Like us. Together. When we have a break. You with me. Eating lunch together? During the break?”
Good thing there was no air left in your lungs to continue this embarrassment. You open one eye to watch Haechan’s reaction. He looks at you unblinkingly. You give him a nervous smile, neck turning red while you wait for his reply. Oh no, he doesn’t want to have lunch with me, you think to yourself, I weirded him out. I shouldn’t have mentioned sandwiches, he probably hates sandwiches.
You try to save face “We don’t need to meet for lunch. Actually, I’m just realising I’m busy this week. And the week after. Oh, I’m busy until July” you pretend to scroll your calendar “in two years. Just forget I asked.”
He stays silent, frozen. In fact, not even blinking. Slowly it dawned onto you – the internet connection was gone.
“YN, you hear me? I think the connection is gone.”
Dumbfounded, you reply shortly “Oh yeah, it was.”
“Did you say something?”
His doe eyes stare into yours, warm and patient. But you couldn’t do it, all the courage a minute ago left you. So, you gave up.
“No, I was just about to log out.”
You hang up the call before you slam your face against your desk groaning loudly. Heads turn your way but you didn’t care because you just lost your chance to ask Lee Haechan out for lunch.
-
Goodbyes were exchanged as the Marketing x IT meeting ended but Haechan stayed a little longer. He waited until everyone else was gone and before you could leave the call, too, he spoke up.
“Hey Y/N, would you want to grab lunch together some day?” He waited a few seconds, no reaction. Then he noticed the connection was gone.
“YN? YN, you hear me? I think the connection is gone.”
After you both hung up the call, he felt stupid for ever even considering that maybe you would want to get lunch with him.
an – For some reason, this one was soo hard to write. Anyway, as always it’s 1am and I just want this finished so I’ll post it and I hope I’ll still like it tomorrow morning hehe
pairing: lee donghyuck x reader
genre: angst with a shit ton of longing
summary: donghyuck is the boy you love but you don't tell him
This is part of a series but you don't have to read anything in order. You can find the first part here.
Donghyuck is an object constantly in motion.
He is faster than light speed. Always looking for the next source of excitement. Like atomic particles in synergy with each passing second, he is one thing now and another thing later.
His eyes, always alight with curiosity, now like fireflies to the glow that is Mark Lee. You watch from across the table, trying to distract yourself from the heaviness in your chest with college applications (but failing) as he playfully pokes at Mark’s cheek.
Mark Lee: soft-spoken, with just the right hint of unassuming. The type of boy that makes it easy to fall. Not too brash, just enough mystique. Enough to keep Doghyuck hooked.
“Mark! You have to promise me that you’ll come see my show,” Donghyuck whines, batting his lashes.
Mark, ever a saint, chuckled in response, “You know I’ll be there.”
The boy with honeygold skin beams and it’s warm and light and it is not directed at you.
Donghyuck is an ever-expanding universe.
Always just out of reach. He was the long standing mystery you’ve been trying to unravel. At a certain point, you accept it—think the boy you called your bestfriend could never be in love with someone like you.
You never once considered yourself in league with the gems in the sky, unlike Mark. Not among the pretty things that Donghyuck had a penchant for.
But sometimes? Sometimes you guess there can be a one in a million cosmic miracle.
“What will happen to us in college?” You ask him as you walk underneath the indigo sky with the stars on full display.
Without warning his hand is reaching for yours, the grin on his face never faltering. “What do you mean?”
“Well, we’re going to different schools next year… I mean,” you trail off, your heart beating a little louder.
“We can still keep in touch and visit each other’s schools and go on a road trip and all that other cool stuff,” he replied swinging your clasped hands as you continued to walk toward the school gates.
“what if we drift apart?”
“Well, yeah seeing each other will be difficult but,” Donghyuck pauses and you feel him squeeze gently.
Between your wild heart and the pressure of Donghyuck’s hand you think you’re about to burst, but you could never forget what he said, “when have we ever backed down from anything?”
Donghyuck is a majestic nebula.
On another afternoon the sky is a gloomy shade of gray. You accept that the walk back home is going to be riddled with puddles that make your footsteps sticky with mud. But Donghyuck runs out the theater just after his rehearsals with his eyes toward the sky. You chase after him, thinking he must be insane.
“Gosh, look the rain is so pretty,” he declares, raindrops catching on his lashes like dew, as he refuses to come back to the shade with you even as you’re pulling him to safety.
He is pretty, you think to yourself. You heave a sigh, maybe this was enough. Maybe watching from a far had to be enough.
And they told you many times, the truth about stars. About how those twinkling dots weren’t as unassuming as the nursery rhymes they taught at school. They were balls of gas and god-knows-what.
Volatile and unpredictable.
There was probably a good reason they were light years away, the distance serving some divine purpose.But you didn’t listen. No, not when in your head, you had your very own piece of celestial here on earth.
Donghyuck is a supernova.
There is something truly alluring about a boy who never cries. Quick to school his handsome features, keeping everything in check. Wit, sharp and precise enough to evade the important questions.
And god, did you try to let him know that your arms were always open, always waiting.
But “the show must go on” and so with aching shoulders and a bruised heart, he pressed on. You, a witness sweeping up the sparkles once the curtains are drawn and the stands were empty. You recognized the glitter for what it truly was; shards.
There was enough proximity to make out the the shadows that plagued his mind, a glance. He'd let a word or two slip but pandora's box was always tightly sealed.
You wanted nothing more in the world than to soothe him, hold him close and tell him that it’s okay to finally break. But he always had siblings to take care of or a manchild of a father to deal with.
They say it takes more than a billion years for stars to exhaust but only seconds to implode.
You aren’t sure when he started pulling away. After Mark didn’t make it to his show? The day he found out he got wait-listed at his dream university? Last Tuesday when you couldn’t make it to lunch because you needed to volunteer?
Your questions fall on deaf ears. One day he tires of the conversation. He picks a different table and bothers a different girl. Suddenly, you are no longer needed.
Donghyuck is still Donghyuck but he is no longer your Donghyuck.
There are no more texts to stay up with him doing homework, no more whiney requests for you to pick his side in an argument, or “I’ll come get you after class”.
In the vacuum of space you yell and scream. You cry and cry until there is nothing left. You beg, God do you beg. You spend days staring at the grout between the tiles because nothing makes sense.
Like a black hole, Donghyuckmakes no sound as he leaves your life. Everything is perfectly still.
You make small talk on graduation day. The chaotic sound of families discussing dorm arrangements for the upcoming semester and sharing dinner plans makes your mind go numb. You think, this is the last time you are ever going to stand with these people who watched you grow up and all you felt was blank.
You watch as Donghyuck with fresh charm and a diploma in hand, tickles his little brother. When your eyes meet, he smiles like it’s nothing.
You were in love with Donghyuck but there was never a chance to say it so the words feel stuck in your throat like a mausoleum was built there in commemoration.
As you sink back into the car seat heading home, you come to terms with the fact that Donghyuck took half of you with him when he left.
Donghyuck was your star. Warm, bright, and burning with so much intensity.
But no matter how dazzling he can be, there is a point when you are out of breath from trying to keep up with his stride. He comes and goes as he pleases- your feelings do not hold any weight for something that is celestial.
When the ashes settle you realize that you are left to pick up the pieces. It’ll be a long time before you stop seeking him out in the sky.
Summary: Haechan is a for-hire-boyfriend and gets a new client that likes to take the ‘boy’ off of ‘friend’
Genre: Romance, Hurt Comfort, Angst
Word Count: 4.1K
Warnings: insecurity
Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x Reader/OC
The boy walked at leisurely pace down the flowery path before him. His hands rested in his pockets as some petals from the blossoming trees blew in the wind. The soft, barely pink petals attempted to find a home in his hair as well as on his clothes.
He sighed to himself. His eyes barely able to stay open. Just one more date for the day…
He finally stumbled upon a girl sitting on a bench. A picnic basket rested in her lap. Her hair covered her face almost as a way to keep it a mystery. she seemed unaware of the boy’s presence as her attention remained on her phone in her hand.
Couples holding hands walked passed them, yet he felt as if they were the only ones there in that moment. Something in him begged to be seen but he knew it was no use. He finally decided to walk closer and bend down slightly next to the girl.
“Are you Y/n?” He asked, softly, yet it still startled her.
“Oh, Haechan.” She laughed, nervously.
Her face was no longer a mystery to him. She jumped up off the bench before she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she mumbled some words that were muffled to him. His heart jumped in his chest at how pretty she was but she wasn’t aware of the slight pink in his cheeks as her eyes avoided his own. She brushed the back of her dress off with one hand while the other held onto the handle of the basket.
“I’m sorry, I was trying to not scare you.” He apologized. “I can take that for you.”
He reached out and took the basket from her.
“Thank you.” She blushed.
He smiled at her before reaching out to take her hand. He didn’t expect to have her pull it back in the matter of seconds. It left him dumbfounded as he hadn’t experienced that happening after all dates he had been on. She seemed to catch on to the lost look in his eyes.
“I know you’re a boyfriend for hire and everything but you don’t have to hold my hand.” She said with a small smile.
Something about it seemed so melancholy to him even though she was trying to be reassuring.
“I just…” She started. “Wanted company I guess, and I haven’t seen any friends for hire. So you don’t need to hold my hand and act like a boyfriend.”
“Okay.” He nodded, respecting her wishes.
There it was… She was lonely, as were most of his clients but she didn’t even want the fake romance she paid for. For some reason, that seemed much sadder than anything else to him.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as they walk side by side down the park’s path together. A small smile rested on her lips as she watched the blossoms above their heads. One of her hands held onto the other’s fingers. She didn’t look at him once.
They quickly found a picnic table to settled down at. Even after everything was set up and as they sat across from one another, watching the flower petals fall she never spoke a word. Donghyuck would intentionally stare to try and get a glimpse of the warm brown eyes she had once more.
“How old are you?” He asked to break the silence.
She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him blankly, almost like she was lost at him starting a conversation.
“21.” She answered.
“Do you go to school?” He followed up.
“Uh, yeah.” She nodded. “I do usually, but I’m out for the summer.”
“How did your classes go?”
He would just ask more once she finished responding. Every answer seemed to bring a little more to the surface bit by bit. The shy, quiet exterior dissipated quickly as he got her talking. She was bubbly and passionate once she got comfortable enough.
The smile and sparkle in his eye as she talked about her major in school was evident only to the strangers around them. They went on a walk around the stream that ran through the park after being done with the picnic.
Before the both of them knew it, the sun was setting which meant their time together was coming to an end. They stood across from each other on the bridge that overlooked the water. Donghyuck handed her the basket she brought back to her.
“Thank you.” She smiled and bowed a little to him.
It wasn’t just about the basket though.
“I guess our time has come to an end.” He sighed.
“I guess it has.” She responded, bittersweetly. “Thank you for the last couple of hours. Goodbye, Haechan.”
“I can walk you home.” He was quick to offer.
She was about to turn to walk the other way but his words made her stop in tracks. A familiar blank expression, her eyes rather wide as she looked at the boy.
“I don’t-“ She started.
“It wouldn’t cost anything.” He shook his head. “It’s just… the gentleman thing to do with the way the world is.”
The explanation made her chuckle.
“I’ll be fine.” She reassured. “I always am… It’s a very kind gesture though. Thank you again, Haechan. I’ll see you later.”
She walked away, never looking back and he watched as she disappeared into the distance with the light. Only then did he turn the other way to leave the park and get back to his own apartment. The whole walk home he was thinking of her very last words before she left.
‘I’ll see you later.’
Did she actually mean that? Or was that just her saying goodbye like other people do? He hated to admit he spent the night laying in his bed thinking about it. He hated admitting that he woke up late the next day because of it and it led to being late to a bunch of dates and many unhappy customers.
It wasn’t just the lack of punctuality, it was also how out of it he was with his customers. It made him so upset to be like this, over a client of all people too. He had never felt such a way over a customer let alone be been such a mess over one. Of course it was gonna cause a disturbance in his life.
For days, he waited to see a notification pop up on his phone from that girl to book him again. Every time his phone buzzed he’d look at it only to be sorely disappointed.
Just when he was about over it, her name popped up on his screen when a new date notification popped up on his phone. He rushed to open the app to see when it was scheduled and where.
It became a regular thing for her to book him every two weeks. The cycle became familiar and a comfort to him. He’d always have something to look forward to so he was always on his best behavior for his other clients.
He found himself getting giddy whenever her name would pop up. The type of giddy that would make one jump on their bed to scream in their pillow and kick their feet in the air out of joy. He would always happily open the booking to check where she wanted to go this time. He saw arcade this time around which they never had done before together.
He found himself in front of the claw machine, extremely focus on getting the plushie she wanted after several failed attempts. He adjusted the claw’s placement, tediously
“Am I ever gonna get a turn?” The girl huffed from behind him.
“If I lose this round, I promise it’s your turn.” He said as he turned around to look at her. “But I don’t lose so-“
She rolled her eyes, “You’ve lost five times already.”
“Just watch.”
He finally pressed the button which landed in the mount of stuffed animals. The claw grasped onto one plushie and moved back up. Both watched the mechanism intently as the object started to slip from the metal prongs so slowly. It was agonizing to see it fall before it could fully stop in the corner. It bounced off the plastic barrier and into the chute which had the both of them cheering along with the machine.
Donghyuck happily bent down to retrieve the pink elephant out of the compartment. It was soft and cool to the touch.
“For you, m’lady.” He smiled as he handed it to her.
“I don’t get a turn now.” She sighed, faking her sadness partly. “Thank you, Haechan. I love it.”
“It was fun getting it for you.” He confessed. “Now, let’s go get something to eat. Then we come back and you can finally get your turn.”
They managed to find a booth available in the food court portion of the arcade. They sat across each other and shared an order of fries with each other. It was quiet between the two of them but the atmosphere around them was bustling with conversation and others having fun. He looked up from the basket of fries in the middle of the table to see her enjoying a french fry dipped in ketchup.
“I’ve wanted to ask you something.” He said.
“And what’s that?” She responded.
“You have a pattern when you book an outing.” He pointed it. “It’s usually every two weeks. I kinda wonder why.”
“I get paid every two weeks.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean to-“
“No, it’s okay… I don’t have much of social battery for more than what I already do. I don’t like being alone weirdly enough and I don’t have many reliable friends. Having money is no fun for me when I don’t have anyone or anything to spend it on. That’s actually why I booked with you for the first time. I didn’t want to be alone in celebrating the end of my semester.”
His eyes remained on the pink elephant that sat in her lap. Her finders made their way to the ears of plushie, running over the fur.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
“I said it was okay.” She laughed. “As I’ve told you before, I’ll be fine. I always am. I’m use to it anyway. I like spending time with you, its fun but I guess its your job to do that.”
Looking into her warm eyes, he could see a tinge of sadness in them even though she laughed and kept an upbeat tone to hide it.
He started to move over to other side of the booth that she sat on. He sat right next to her before he reached out to grab her phone that rested on the table and opened up the camera app. He held the phone up in the air to capture the both of them.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Taking a picture with our son.” He smirked.
“But I wanted a daughter.” She played along.
“They can just be our kid.”
He patted the elephant’s head and it took everything in him to remember it wasn’t an actual date. He wanted to kiss the top of her head so badly but he simply turned back around to face the lens with a smile as he snapped the picture.
“Can you open your phone?” He questioned as he handed her the phone. “I want to send it to myself.”
“Yeah.” She murmured before she unlocked the device and handed it back to him.
With that, he texted the picture to his number and thanked her while giving her the phone back. Donghyuck and her enjoyed the rest of their outing together before spilling ways until the next time she scheduled.
She forgot he had sent that image to him. The message sat on top of that app. He found himself staring at the number for days on end. He had net number and he debated on reaching out to her. It’s what he wanted. He didn’t want to have to wait to see her anymore…
unknown number: [image]
haechan: hey…
The random text showing up late in the evening startled to girl as she watched a show in the comfort of her bed. It was from a number, she didn’t recognize and then another came through
unknown number: hey
unknown number: y/n??
She opened up the messages to be greeted with the familiar picture. A wave of relief washed over her but then she was bombarded with confusion as well.
y/n: haechan’s?? that is you right?
haechan: yeah…
haechan: am i interrupting anything? can i call you?
y/n: is everything alright?
haechan: i think so… but i want to talk to you
y/n: call me
Within moments, her phone lit up in her hand with his call. She swiped right to pick up.
“Haechan?” She mumbled onto the phone.
The sound of her voice made his heart flutter as he laid in his bed looking up at his ceiling.
“Hey.” He said, softly.
“What’s going on?” She questioned.
“I don’t want you to book with me again.”
There was a moment of silence over the line. The girl felt her heartbreak almost hearing those words and being quiet in pain always proved to be better in the long run.
“I don’t want you to spend your money on me again.” He stated to break the absence. “I want to spend time with you and not for money.”
“If this is about what I said on our outing the other day-“ She spoke up.
“It’s not.” He interrupted. “I’ve been thinking for about this for some time now... Please tell me if I’m crossing a boundary but I like being around you. I don’t need money for it be rewarding because your presence is all I want.”
His arm rested over his eyes as he confessed to her. Another silence lingered in the air.
“I don’t know you though.” She reminded him in a melancholy tone.
He sat up in his bed at her words. She was right after all. He never gave many personal details of him or his life because part of his job is to focus on the client.
“I go by Haechan.” He introduced himself. “I’m 24 years old and I-“
“Things that aren’t on your profile.” She chuckled. “I know those things…”
“My full name is Lee Donghyuck. I was born on June 6th, 2000 at 10:30 in the morning in Seoul. My favorite colors are red and black but I have a mild form of color blindness. I have a bachelor’s degree in music composition. I’m allergic to cats. I bite my fingernails in my sleep sometimes. I still want to be a singer. Oh and I-“
The girl got rather lost quickly in the sea of information he was given her.
“Woah, slow down.” She laughed. “We can just… talk. I know it can be hard to give random facts about yourself… First off, do you want to be called Haechan or Donghyuck?”
“For you?” He asked. “Hyuck.”
“Okay, Hyuck.” She said, softly over the phone. “So you want to be a singer? Why don’t you tell me more about that passion, if you’d like.”
Neither of them expected to be on phone for hours with one another. They hadn’t even realized the clock striking three in the morning. Only then did they bid goodbye to one another because they both had to go to work in the morning.
While she no longer popped up on his phone in the way she previously had. He still scheduled time with her and instead of booking notifications, texts with her would come up instead. He would often get so excited about he had to turn off his phone whenever he went on one of his dates.
Every time they went out together, the girl out of habit would try to pay but every time Donghyuck would lightly slap her hand away from the bill. Whenever she wanted something, he’d get it for her without skipping a beat. He always loved to spoil his people and she had become just that. He also thought it was his turn to spoil her after all she spent on him over the course of months.
When she finally invited him over to where she lived, he saw every plushie he got for her all sat comfortably on her bed. The scene made his heart swell with an unexplainable joy.
Friendship was enough but of course, the boy yearn for more. He came to find out the girl adorned the moon and at nights they spent with one another at her place, he’d find himself with her on the balcony, stargazing.
“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked.
There was a brief moment of silence that had him turn his attention to her, wondering what took her so long to respond. She blankly stared at the sky before her expression turned into a small smile.
“It is.” She answered.
This night, she went inside rather quickly. He hadn’t seen her this quiet since the first time they met and he realized how much he hated the uncomfortable silence between them. He walked into her room, where she laid on her side with her back to him. The familiar pink elephant peeked over her arm to look at him.
He climbed into the bed next to her which had become a rather normal thing between them. Since her, he realized how many things he hated like how he would sleep in a cold, empty bed every night after being surrounded by dozens of people everyday. He come to realize that he wasn’t that different from her even in the beginning, they just happened to handle loneliness differently.
“Did I do something wrong?” Donghyuck whispered.
“No, not at all.” She mumbled back rather quickly. “Sorry, if I seem off… when you said that on the balcony I just ended up remembering something.”
“We’re friends now,” He reminded her.
Ah, that word…
“You can talk about if you want, you know?” He murmured.
“I’m okay. Thank you.” She responded, softly.
She turned over to face the boy again. She snuggled up next to him, her head resting on his chest as she closed her eyes once more. Yet another thing that had become normal between the two of them. The boy wrapped an arm around her as the other relaxed at his side.
It was interesting to see how far they had come in less than a year... Months ago, it's not like he didn't or couldn't imagine it but it would've never compared to the real thing. The closer he felt to her, the more dissatisfied he felt with his job.
Every date he had, he felt like he was playing a video game and while his job paired well with his socialable and talking skills, he didn't feel like himself. The only time he was one with his body was after hours when they'd meet up or talk.
"Am I too much?" She always asked. "I feel like I take up so much of your time and you never get anything in return for putting up with me."
"Never." He always answered back. "Being with you is enough."
It didn't matter how many times he said to her, that question would appear occasionally. Maybe she just liked hearing it and he didn't mind saying it.
Another one of his days went by, the only thing getting his through was that dissociative state he'd enter and looking forward to see her face once more. He'd always race over to her place which had become like a home to him.
That evening, he help the girl build a blanket fort similar to how kids usually do. They found each other under the sheets, giggling with one another. Seeing her laugh brought him back to reality in which they were just friends.
"I'm thinking of quitting." Donghyuck mentioned, abruptly.
The laughter died down.
"Huh? Why?" She questioned, assuming he was finally pursuing his music career after all the encouragement she gave him after that one faithful night months prior.
"Because..." He started, avoiding her eyes as he looked at his hands in his lap. "Of you."
Silent fell upon them.
"Ha ha, funny joke." She laughed. "No, for real, tell me the reason if you're comfortable."
"I did..." He looked up at her, the smile on her face dropped at his words. "It's not a joke. I just..."
She must’ve just thought it was him flirting like always.
“It’s not funny anymore, Haechan.”
She hadn’t called him that in awhile, it actually took him back. She quickly left through one of the openings and he was shortly behind. Outside the fort, she stood with her back to him, her arms crossed.
“I’m being serious when I say this,” He started. “I like you.”
“Don’t do this to me…” She sighed. “I’ve dealt with this enough in my life… Coming from a friend, it hurts so much worse.”
When she turned around to face him, tears streamed down her cheeks, the whites of her eyes were red as her lips quivered to prevent more from slipping.
“Y/n…” He murmured with a softened look as he tried to rush to her side.
She back away with her hand up as soon as he came toward her. The girl couldn’t even look him in the eye.
“I knew this was a bad idea.” She admitted. “It was so easy to remind myself it wasn’t real at all when I was paying for your time… It was so easy to keep that barrier up with money. I couldn’t get hurt that way.”
“I’m sorry if I ruined things…” He apologized. “I really don’t know what you’re referring to when you say it wasn’t real because it has been, since the very beginning. Since the moment I met you, I’ve like you.”
There was this look of hopelessness and disbelief in her eyes as she looked at the boy in front of her. He pleaded silently to her, there must of been some type of misunderstanding, at least he hoped it was that.
“Are we not too old for this game?” She mumbled.
“What game?” He asked. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Please, just tell me what is it.”
She had him begging and graveling on his knees, quite literally as he crawled over to take one of her hands in both of his own.
“You’re doing this for a laugh.” She said, bitterly. “Because why would someone like me ever think you’d be interested in me?”
“Someone like you?” He questioned. “Now I know you’re talking crazy. The real question is why would someone like me not be interested in you. And to answer, we’re both in our 20’s we’re well passed that stupid trick. You’ve known me long enough, you really think I would pull that?”
That cheery demeanor of his was quick to come back as he stood up and took both of her hands in his. Something about it soothed the girl instantly.
“I like you, a lot.” He admitted to her. “You’ve never left my since that day months ago and I want you to be the only woman in my life. That’s why I want to quit. Every one of those stupid dates I go on, all I think about is you but it’s not you and that breaks my heart.”
“Hyuck…” She uttered as she looked at him with tearful eyes.
“Tell me you feel too?” He asked as his hands moved to cup her face gently.
Her hands came to rest on top of his own, “Of course I have.”
He smiled at her and couldn’t help but stare so lovingly at her while he wiped away the tears that spilled down. Something still lingered between the two of them. A question unanswered that hung in air.
“Will you kiss me?” She whispered to him, only inching closer.
“I wanted to for so long…” He confessed.
He gently closed the space between them. A taste of salt from prior tears mixed with the softness and warmth of her lips left him with a sense of sweetness he couldn’t get enough of.
He broke away for a moment, only to come back to leave a few more light kisses on her this time filled with a bit more passion.
The lines are blurring between friends and lovers and you wouldn’t mind taking advantage of it, leaning in closer until you can taste the gin cocktail on his tongue.
pairing: haechan x reader
genre: fluff, suggestive (MDNI!), slight angst
length: 3.5k
warnings: heavy makeout, reader gets tipsy
net tags: @kflixnet @neowritingsnet
happy early 300 followers (still 20 away!)
You’re not naive. Okay, well, maybe you are but that’s not the point here. The point is that your relationship with Haechan is something you care about. Cherish, even. So much so that the idea of screwing it up with him is terrifying. So terrifying that you feel like running away any time you feel those little sparks fly through you any time he does anything that could be perceived as anything other than friendly.
You’ve heard the warning, that guys and girls can’t just be friends but you never bought into it, using your friendship with Haechan as proof. That is, until he got his dick sucked for the first time and dyed his hair pink. He gained such an attractive confidence and his regular teasing jokes started to feel more like flirting and suddenly everything you used to find endearing about him became straight up torturous.
The worst part of it all is that you aren’t just attracted to the new Haechan, you have grown real life big girl feelings for him too. The scary ones, the friendship ending ones. The ones you’d never have the courage to confess to him. The ones you desperately hope he reciprocates but aren’t quite sure if he does.
It’s all come to a head tonight. Of course it does, your hormones are insane and he just got his roots touched up and his hair is styled in a perfect quiff.
Fuck his hairstylist.
You’re scowling, thinking about the damned attractive man in front of you as you down your final sips of red wine in your glass.
“Woah,” he grabs your wrist and that makes you want to groan. “What are you going so fast for? I’m not done yet and you’re already on your second glass.”
There’s a reason for your sudden affinity for binge drinking, but you can’t tell him. He had grown interested in sophisticated life skills recently for some godawful reason and decided tonight was the perfect night to show off his new cooking skills to you.
So now you’re here in your kitchen that you’ve never so much as turned your oven on in, while your “best friend” flies around in an apron making you a meal.
Goddamn. He looks so fine.
You sink, dropping your glass down onto the counter you’re sitting on beside you.
“Bad day I guess.” You lie, swinging your feet back and forth.
He chuckles an extremely attractive chuckle, “Cacio E Pepe will make it all better.” you frown at that, you’ve never even heard of such a dish but it sounds amazing and totally not something that your best friend would know about either.
With the courage of a wine glass behind you, you allow your curiosity to get the best of you.
“Why are you doing this anyway?” You ask, words slightly mumbled from your tipsiness. With a soft groan you pull the cork out of the wine bottle you were supposed to share with him with no difficulty preparing to pour another glass.
He frowns, his eyes not leaving the pan as he stirs the pasta, perfectly pretending not to have heard the cork pop.
“What do you mean, cooking for you?” He asks.
You take a sip, “No, the learning to cook thing. Why? Trying to impress girls?” You try to hide your bitterness but you aren’t sure how well you’ve done it. You take another sip.
He looks at you this time and you want to hide.
He pauses for a minute, an unreadable expression on his face before he looks back down to his pan and says softly, “Something like that.”
You scoff and roll your eyes at that, the jealousy burning alive at the idea that he’s using you as a trial run.
“Well, thank whoever she is for making you want to get your act together.” You jump off the counter and brush past him on your way to the fridge.
Bending over, your head half in the vegetable drawer looking for the gin you keep stocked for nights like these.
“So I’m your fake girlfriend for the evening?” You ask, avoiding his eyes as you shuffle through your fridge.
He giggled to himself at your comment before saying, “I guess so.”
“What was that giggle for?” You tease, poking his shoulder, making him rock a bit and let out another chuckle.
“Nothing.” He says casually before grabbing the pepper grinder and twists, adding his own flair as he flicks his wrist.
Fuck, you’re going to go crazy. If he was anyone else you’d make fun of him for the stupid moves he’s pulling clearly in an attempt to impress you. The issue with that, of course, is that you want him to want to impress you.
So you draw your attention to the cocktail you’re stirring up for him, your own little sophisticated life skill you picked up around the same time Haechan began cooking.
Something about all of this feels insanely domestic and it’s comforting. As selfish as it sounds, you don’t mind stealing the memories from Haechan’s future girlfriend. It’s a life you wouldn’t hesitate to steal from her provided the chance, too.
You squeeze the lemon peel once to spritz the glass before pouring in the spirits and taking your knife to the lemon to curl a perfect twist for his drink.
Satisfied with the cocktail you’ve created for your fake boyfriend (gag, by the way. You’ve never been into cute stuff like this. Of course, until now.) you turn around, placing a hand on his shoulder to grab your attention and hand him the glass.
He smiles down at the glass and then once he’s caught your eyes he says, “Thanks, fake girlfriend for the evening.” His arm loops around your waist, pulling you into him as he plants a delicate kiss on your cheek.
Your brain goes haywire as he doesn’t let you go, taking a sip of the drink. You’re not quite sure what to do as you stand, slightly stunned by the proximity.
Lowering the glass from his lips, he smacks them together and grows a thoughtful frown on his face, “This is your best one yet.” He says looking into your eyes again with a glimmer.
Your stomach drops the moment your eyes lock. And as if he has some sort of insane agenda, his sparkling eye winks at you before letting go to give his attention back to the pan in front of him.
Your wine is calling your name again as you try to will away the blush that’s definitely arisen on your cheeks.
As much as you probably shouldn’t, you pop the cork and top off your glass, situating yourself back up on the counter to watch him again.
You sit quietly and sip, watching his every move. Every once in a while he’ll sneak a glance out of the corner of his eye, a smirk growing on his lips watching you turn your gaze quickly elsewhere as to pretend you weren’t just staring at him.
He’s getting confident, aware that he’s had some sort of effect on you as he pulls out his tricks, gallivanting around the kitchen, faking a French accent as he explains the ingredients to you.
Your face is warm with flush from the wine you’ve been drinking all night and a permanent small smile is on your face as you watch him, eyes low with relaxation.
Maybe it’s the wine, or the “fake girlfriend” title, or the intimacy of the moment that boldens you to flirt the way you do next.
“We should do this more often.” He looks at you, surprised by your first words in a while.
“I cook for you all the time!” He fakes offense and that leads you to laugh and stretch out your leg to kick his hip.
“Not ramen, but this sort of romantic dinner thing.” You half speak into your wine glass, the embarrassment catching up to you but but enough to prevent you from saying it all together.
“Ooooh,” he teases, shifting his weight from one hip to another, “you like the romance, huh?” He giggles and with a smile he attempts to catch your eye.
You blush outright this time, the butterflies in your belly erupt from their cage, sneaking up your sternum when you make eye contact. Quickly, you look away and giggle.
“Shut up.” You whisper, both hands on your wine glass in your lap. You stare down and try and preoccupy your thoughts with counting the bubbles that come to the surface, playing with the overhead light reflection in the effervescent pale yellow.
Thankfully, Haechan does shut up this time and you watch him again, this time he’s lost his playful edge and you feel the tipsiness rock you back and forth, setting your glass down beside you. Maybe it is time to slow down, you don’t want to forget tonight.
He looks more pensive as he continues, he’s standing up straight and is looking straight ahead at the pan. It worries you how when a song you know he despises comes on shuffle and he doesn’t move to change it or complain to you how it’s still on your playlist although you know he doesn’t like it.
The butterflies have settled down probably a bit too much, as you feel a sinking feeling of embarrassment that you spoke too candidly earlier, the flush on your face taking on a new meaning.
“Y/N,” he says with a small voice, looking over to you.
“Yeah?” You croak out, watching with wide eyes as he looks you up and down. You gulp when his eyes linger a little too long on your chest. What has gotten into him?
He drops the wooden spoon in an act you weren’t expecting one bit and traverses the 3 steps over to stand in front of you, his hips inches away from your knees.
His hands find your knees and it feels like fire as he pushes them apart to make space for himself between them. While he’s doing this his gaze is locked on you. Well, your lips, that is. You swallow thickly, trying to figure out his motive as his hands trail farther up your legs and finding their home eventually on your hips. You’re still sitting quite stiff, until he looks into your eyes as if to ask permission. When you don’t protest, he moves in closer and closer until your lips are finally together.
The sparks that are present every time he touches you seem so small compared to the absolute lightning you feel as he kisses you. It’s slow at first, his soft lips moving against yours gently and carefully. He’s holding back in a way you wish he wouldn’t, your hands moving to find the back of his head as you kiss him harder.
He takes the hint, his hands holding you just a bit tighter as he licks into your mouth. You can’t help the moan you let out, absolutely shocked at your own reaction. This is your first kiss with your best friend. Yet you can’t seem to hold it together.
Unsurprisingly, he can’t either as his hands move down just a bit further to tease at touching your ass. You move off his mouth to trail kisses down to his neck where you begin to suck and lick. He’s panting in your ears, his hands grabbing a full handful now.
“So, uh, Y/N,” he says, and you hum in response not picking up on his tone. You’re on a mission you don’t particularly wish to be taken off of.
You hum, moving your hand to his hair and kissing him again, humming to urge him to go on.
“Can I tell you something?” He says and you lean back to get a proper look at him. He looks unbelievably sexy, but you have to ignore that for the slightly worried look behind his eyes. This is not the same man that boldly started this make out session with you. This is Donghyuck, your best friend of 9 years.
“Yeah.” You say, your hands intertwining behind his head, forearms on his shoulders.
“I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend.” He breathes out, avoiding eye contact and looking back down at your lips as he begins chewing on his own.
“Oh?” Your confidence takes over as the butterflies are released from their cage and flutter upwards out of your belly and light up your body in a strange tingly feeling.
“What do you want to be then?” You whisper, eyes wide waiting for him to look back up at you. He does, but only in short sequences as his eyes find yours and then back down. He’s holding his breath, you can tell by how his fingers that were dancing across your skin before have stilled uncomfortably.
He’s taking too long, you decide, so you make the executive decision to get back on track with the original plan by pulling on the back of his neck to join your lips again.
It’s the right call obviously as he kisses you back almost immediately and the tension from the moment before is expressed through strong squeezes of your thigh and ass flesh as his tongue enters your mouth again.
The same guy that kissed you in the first place is back as he situates both his hands on your hips and pulls you forward harshly so that his hips can officially meet yours.
You moan, letting your head fall back at the feeling of him underneath his jeans meets your core. You wrap your legs around his hips as he kisses down your neck, pressing his hips harder into yours and sliding up to offer some much appreciated friction.
“Hae- Haechan.” You stutter, blissed out and he responds with a hum, clearly not appreciating being interrupted on his mission to mark you.
“You- oh fuck” his hand slithers up your shirt to grasp your breast, thumbing your hard nipple through your thin bralette. He smiles into your neck as he listens to you breathe, gauging what makes you make the noises he loves so much.
“You never answered my question.” You half moan out and that makes him lean back from his work on your neck and look into your eyes with an incredulous look. Taking in your stunned features at him halting his work on you, he groans and lifts you up from the counter.
With a squeal you wrap both your hands around his shoulders as he moves to carry you out of the kitchen.
“Wait-“ you smack his shoulder.
“Haechan! The stove!” You point from your look over his shoulder.
“What? Oh” He then chuckes a deep chuckle before walking back into the kitchen, releasing his grip on one of your thighs to turn the knob and remove the sauce pan from the stove.
“Thanks for that.” He smiles at you and gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth drawing a giggle from you.
“That’s what fake girlfriends are for, right?” You joke and something switches behind his eyes, the fierce sexy guy who was just about to carry you to his bed is now looking at you with the same soft heartbroken eyes that he had when he got stood up that one time freshman year.
He sighs long and loud before letting you down. Your feet touch the floor with unceremonious thuds as you watch him take a step and a half back from you, a pained expression on his face as he lets out a sharp breath through his pursed lips.
“What?” You say, concerned by the crease between his eyebrows and the way he won’t make eye contact with you.
You suddenly feel exposed, and extremely stupid. Your roommates were right about you, you are the dumbest bitch on the planet. Why would you say something like that? Bringing up a fake girlfriend joke when he’s trying to hook up with you freaked him out.
“Ouch, I mean ouch, Y/N” You don’t say anything, continuing to stand and stare at him with wide eyes.
“Damn, that hurt to hear. Do you know what you just implied?” He finally looks up at you and you can finally read him— he’s hurt.
“I mean I’ve been trying to prove to you that I’m into you for months. Like months, Y/N. I’m here now cooking a romantic dinner for you and I just kissed you. I don’t know what else to do here. You don’t get it at all.” His hands are flying about, exasperated. His words cut you like a knife.
Your heart sinks and you can’t pin down the emotion that is creeping up inside of you. Similar to relief and shock but it’s more than that, much more.
“You were okay with the fake girlfriend bit before, how was I supposed to know it would hurt you now?” You say, finally landing on your feelings of offense at his words. How dare he make this into something more than it was?
“I was fine with it until I kissed you! I did that and was about to do a whole lot more and yet you still think this is a game to me?”
That shut you up fast. You didn’t know, you truly didn’t.
“I- I didn’t know.” You say, your sternum stinging with the telltale sign you may start crying soon.
“Of course you didn’t, I didn’t tell you but trust me I’ve tried. I just thought you understood.”
“I’m sorry.” A tear slipped. Overwhelmed with far too many emotions of finally having the awareness that the man in front of you is familiar with his own demon of having feelings for you.
At the notice of your tear, Haechan’s face changes from anger to concern as he steps into you, toes touching. His hands find your cold biceps and he rubs his hand up and down to comfort you.
“No, no don’t be sorry. Please don’t be sorry. It’s me, it was my job to tell you how I felt and I was expecting you to read my mind.” He sighs to himself, head hanging low to try and meet your eye.
“I just thought you wanted to hook up. That’s all you’ve been doing nowadays anyway I thought that was happening here too.”
You say, chin still tucked into your chest.
“Fuck, I’m sorry that you felt that way. You could never just be a regular hookup to me. I- I mean I’ve been all about you for a long time. That’s why I was having all those hookups and everything. Like, for you.”
You laugh through your sniffles, finally looking up into his eyes with a teary smile. He smiles back and giggles with you.
“That didn’t sound right I just mean— I meant— I dunno, hookups are hookups but you’re more I hope you believe me.”
“I believe you.” You whisper, eyes flicking between his two. He notices your stare and his smile softens to a comfortable one.
“So, I did my part.” He draws out with a playful tone in his voice, hands still on your arms. “How about you?” His pleading eyes pierce into your heart.
You sniffle once more, hand coming up to wipe one stray tear from your chin. It’s now or never, you think as your heart beats out of your chest. You’re surprised he can’t hear it.
“I like you, you idiot.” You finally speak, giggling at the last word. His face lights up in a bright smile, eyes swimming in adoration as he stares down at you.
“Really?” He gasps and you both laugh, eyes filled to the brim with fondness for one another meeting.
You bite your lip, watching his eyes immediately stare down at your lips as you hum, nodding in affirmation.
He smiles a satisfied wide grin, “how lucky am I?”
His lips barely meet yours in your kiss, both of you simply unable to stop grinning or laughing with joy. When his hand travels down to grab your hips with more passion, you finally kiss him for real. He responds quickly, slotting his pillowy lips with yours, eyes squinting shut.
“You’re my girl now, right?” He says once you both lean away to catch your breaths, cheeks blushing and warm.
You nod again in response, a “yeah,” escaping your swollen lips through a giggle.
His eyes open fully to look at you again and something mysterious flashes in his eyes as his wide hands find the space between your ass and thighs, picking you up swiftly.
Pairings: Haechan x Reader / Jeno x Reader (Briefly Mentioned)
Genre: Smut
Summary: Mark doesn’t think you or Haechan would have a problem with killing each other, not even bat an eye at it in fact.
Word count: 9.3k
A/N: Hey bitches, missed me? No, but fr, I´m sorry I suck Ik. Anyhow, this is a 2 parts series so hope u have fun, let me know what u think <3
Part 2
Mark found himself regretting his past decisions more often than not - Especially in times like these when he could barely hear his own thoughts over his friends’ loud discussion over the dumbest topic he had ever heard in all his 23 years on this Earth. Honestly, he should have predicted things would turn out this way when he decided to introduce his two best friends to each other, but he was naïve and believed that the two of you were long-lost soulmates separated at birth and he was doing God’s work by bringing you back together. Well, he had now figured out: It was a trap, and he was clearly being punished for thinking so highly of himself.
It’s not necessarily that you and Haechan hated each other, you wouldn’t even agree to be in the same room if that was the case, but it sure seemed like it. Also, if it ever came down to it, Mark doesn’t think either of you two would have a problem with killing the other, not even bat an eye at it in fact. He didn’t really understand the concept of your relationship, all he knew was that it wasn’t hate, but wasn’t really fondness either.
In the beginning, things were normal enough (or at least as normal as something can be when involving his friends); None of you liked sharing Mark’s attention and were constantly competing for his affection, bickering around like your bloodlines’ honors were on the line. Mark let you be because it wasn’t really hurting anyone and all the love, gifts and being dragged around were surely boosting his ego, but when things escalated to the point in which they are now, it suddenly became way too late to intervene and now he just had to put up with it.
If it weren´t for the consequences of his own choices.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, you wouldn’t even make it to top 5,” You rolled your eyes before taking a sip from the drink you were holding.
Mark furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, missing whatever new topic the conversation has progressed into.
“Because you think you would?” Haechan raised an eyebrow.
“I hate to admit it, but I actually think both of you would do well enough,” Renjun added, knowing better than to let you and Haechan hog the conversation and turn it into a fight. “Can’t say the same about Jisung and Jeno.”
“I won’t even try to defend myself,” Jisung pouted.
“Why me?” Jeno whined in confusion.
“Because you’re like a baby,” Haechan explained. “If Jaemin isn’t there to feed you, you’ll starve.”
“You think you’re hot shit but I put you in the “first one to die” position instead of Jisung,” You pointed at Haechan, not done with the discussion yet and ready to defend Jeno. “You’d attract zombies in a second with your loud ass.”
Oh, so that’s what this is about.
It seemed innocent enough, right?
Wrong.
Somehow, the simple discussion of who would survive the longest during a zombie apocalypse ended with a broken tabletop and a completely speechless Chenle (which was a first) watching his two friends trying to prove who was stronger.
"I'll pay for it," You and Haechan turned to Mark at the same time, getting back to the discussion in a millisecond like nothing had happened.
Mark really liked his table, but honestly, he was too dumbfounded at the scene unfolding in front of him to complain.
Just another normal Friday night.
Well, if you and Haechan didn't quite get along well, with his other friends it was pretty clear where you stood - and it was normally right next to Jeno, but no one talked about that for the sake of the group. Mark knows the two of you hook up sometimes, but he doesn't think it ever got past some heavy making out and he was fine with that, it probably wouldn’t escalate much past that.
"How was the date with San?" He heard Jeno silently ask you.
"It went well enough," You shrugged. "He's handsome, really nice and a gentleman."
"Oh, so no sex, huh?"
Funny enough, the whole room decided to go quiet at that exact moment.
"Who's not having sex?" Haechan excitedly asked, securing his “gossip king” status.
"You. Ever," You groan, finishing yet another drink. Mark noticed you often resorted to alcohol whenever around Haechan.
"I'm not the one looking like I haven't known what real joy feels like in years."
"Weren't you taking a break anyways?" Mark asked you before you could retort, figuring that he might as well just join in now that your sex life was out in the open.
"From sex?" Jisung asked in confusion and you nodded.
"So no bitches?" Haechan joked with a smirk on his face.
"Stop projecting, makes you look insecure."
"Why would you do that?" Jisung returned to the original topic in a hurry, like the idea of choosing to not have sex would never ever once cross his mind.
Cute.
"Not intending to shit on your gender but gladly doing so, men kind of suck. After many frustrated nights, I decided I could take better care of myself," You shrugged once again, pinching Jisung's cheek and cooing when he blushed at the mention of self-pleasuring.
"Pff, you just have bad judgment," Haechan scoffed.
"And I judge by your tone that you think you're an exception?"
"Never had a complaint."
"And you think that's something to brag about?"
"No, but my dick sure is."
"Ew," Everyone's face contorted at the same time - minus Mark's, who was used to Haechan's crude humor and Chenle's, who actually thought his joke was funny.
You pretended to throw up at the thought and Jeno handed you another can out of habit, which you promptly opened and drank for the exact same reason. Mark felt kind of jealous at how close the two of you had gotten but he blamed it on the vodka, deep down he knew he wasn’t going to be replaced as your best friend.
"Haechan's always bragging about being a sex god or something, but I've never actually seen him with a woman," Jaemin poked.
"Now you're just lying."
He was right, you all saw Haechan at the club: A different girl in his arms each time he came around.
"No, I mean I´ve never seen you bringing anyone over after a party."
"Why would I bring a girl over to a house full of dudes?"
He did have a point.
"I call bullshit," Chenle agreed.
"You guys seriously never noticed my absence?" He asked in shock, looking kind of upset.
"You're always here in the morning," Mark shrugs.
"Because it's called a one-night stand."
"Oh, what a playboy," You roll your eyes with sarcasm. "Poor girls wake up hating themselves for their choices and you're here all proud of yourself."
"I'm not bragging, it's a mutual agreement!"
"He's right," Jeno agrees.
"Thank you, Je-"
"But he's still all bark and no bite."
"What are we even talking about? This isn't about me! This is about Y/N and her incapability to orgasm."
"You made it about you!" You shout in exasperation. "And like I said, I do a pretty good job on my own."
"Ok no, but seriously, how long do you usually take to finish yourself off?" Haechan asked.
Mark will blame his friend's behavior on the vodka too.
The two empty bottles on the floor were suddenly speaking volumes. This was supposed to be a little warm-up before a night out so everyone would spend less at the club and now here were his friends, talking about masturbation like they were discussing the weather.
"I don't time it?" You look at him like he was stupid - which you knew he wasn't, thanks to the monthly trivia games where the two of you competed against each other.
It wasn't a trivia night without one of you being kicked out of the bar.
Thankfully, you were friends with the staff, so you were always allowed to come back the next time as if nothing had happened - It was a vicious cycle.
"I bet at least one of us here can get you there faster," Haechan suddenly smirked and Mark would honestly pay to be able to see everyone's reaction again.
Jeno simply widened his eyes in pure shock at his friend's absurdity, Jaemin literally screeched while Jisung somehow managed to fall from the couch. Even you, who was never affected by any of Haechan's antics were rendered quiet as Mark choked on his drink.
That’s it, Mark was going to hide the half-empty vodka bottle in front of him.
"Bro, leave me o-"
"What's in it for me?" You asked right when everyone had started recovering from the shock, the room going absolutely dead quiet when people realized neither of you were joking.
Jisung looked like he was about to pass out.
"My entire PC set up."
Wow.
"Pretty high prize considering you're not even willing to bet on yourself," You commented.
Suddenly everyone forgot they were never supposed to let the two of you exchange more than a few words with each other without meddling in, silence still looming over the room.
"I just trust my friends," He shrugs. "Also, wanted to give you an option, but I most definitely meant me."
"So your little bet would technically require me to have sex with you?" You squinted, trying to gather if the man in front of you had gone absolutely crazy.
"Precisely. And if you lose-"
"It won't come to it."
Honestly, everyone in the room would pay to see Haechan be humiliated.
"Add your Balenciaga hoodie to the equation and I'm in," You agreed, absolutely stupefying everyone.
Haechan gasped at the mention of his precious item of clothing, the one he had spent years saving to be able to afford, the one he searched all around the world for, the one he barely wore twice on really special occasions.
"Fine," He groaned in between his teeth.
It was never like the two of you to back down from a challenge.
"When?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Tonight."
"I'll need to get way drunker for that."
"You're already drunk, shut up. So, here's what's going to happen: Before the party you're going to go somewhere and do your thing so we can time it," Haechan started explaining and honestly, someone could throw a ticking grenade in the middle of the room at that moment and no one would even notice.
"So like, right now?"
"Yeah. And next time we can arrange for the second part of the deal."
"Fucking you," You nodded in acknowledgment. "I can go two times in a row."
"No, that would be unfair."
He was right.
"If you say so," You shrugged.
"We want to bet too!" Chenle interrupted, coming back to life.
“What would you even get from it?” You asked confusedly.
“Just seeing Haechan swallow his ego is fulfilling enough,” Chenle explained and that was enough reasoning for you, so you nodded in agreement and Haechan rolled his eyes at his friend’s words but agreed anyways. “Also, if we bet money, whoever wins gets to keep half of the money while you keep the other half.”
“40%,” You interrupt.
“45.”
“Not up for discussion,” You conclude as you took another shot.
“Why is everyone simply assuming she will win?” Haechan asked, looking heavily offended.
Everyone mutually decided to ignore him and started screaming how much they would bet and how much time they thought Haechan would take to get you there, the starting point at $150.
Easy money.
You were so entertained by how much cash you´d be making that it didn´t dawn on you what you would actually have to do for it until Donghyuck looked at you expectantly, “So, shall we begin?”
Your body suddenly froze at the realization, like you weren´t literally the one who decided to take his joke too seriously and started this whole thing, “Ri-right now?”
All eyes were on you, even Mark who was normally sensitive to your discomfort seemed to be edging you on.
“Are we sure we need to do this when everyone is around?” You asked, not recognizing if you had alcohol enough in you to be comfortable with masturbating in your room, knowing everyone was right outside and aware of what you were doing.
“Positive.”
“I´m-”
“C´mon, it´s a natural thing. Everyone does it,” Jaemin raised his fist in the air to show support. “Jisung here takes 50 minutes in the shower every day and no one looks down on him for it.”
That earned him a punch from a very red-looking Jisung but Jaemin seemed to enjoy his friend´s discomfort.
“Look who´s all bark and no bite now,” Haechan teased, seeming really pleased with himself.
“Fuck off, give me 10 minutes to try and down this whole bottle,” You took a deep breath, grabbing the half-full vodka from the center.
“I´ll give you 2,” Haechan concluded and you glared at him but accepted what you could get.
Ultimately, you ended up having another 2 shots before everyone started rushing you. Adding that to all the alcohol you already had in your system, resulted to an amount that was enough to, at least, get your inhibitions lowered. Jaemin was right, everyone there did it, it was nothing to be ashamed over.
“Okay, I´m ready,” You muttered the courage before standing up to the sound of your friends 'cheers, phone in hand to hold your part of the deal and time how long you took to get yourself there. You were turning the knob of your door to enter your room when you noticed Haechan standing right behind you.
“What are you doing here?”
“I´m the referee,” He answered and you noticed he indeed had his phone unlocked on the timer app.
“The hell you are.”
“Look, how will I know you´re not cheating?”
“Can´t you just trust my word?”
“Ha. Funny.”
“No, absolutely not. This isn´t what I signed up for.”
“Actually this is exactly what you signed up for.”
“He´s right,” Renjun mumbled before looking down when you glared at him.
“Can´t we have Jeno do it?” You asked, clearly exasperated at the thought of Haehcan there. In your room. Watching you pleasure yourself.
“We all know he´d lie for you.”
“Ok, so literally anyone else.”
“They all bet in your favor, so no. It´s either me, everyone or deal´s off.”
You two exchanged heated looks, a smirk on his face that read a clear “I knew you´d back down”. You felt your body burning in anger (and anxiety), knowing you couldn´t give him the satisfaction of winning - Also, there were over a thousand bucks in it for you.
“Okay,” You said between gritted teeth.
How have things gotten to this point?
Haechan smiled at that and pushed you aside to open the door himself, signaling inside as you begrudgingly took a step into your own room.
“Make yourself comfortable, sweetie,” He winked as you passed by him.
“Just don´t take too long,” Mark screamed as Haechan started closing the door. “Clubs are about to open.”
With crossed arms you made your way to the bed as the man sat comfortably in your desk chair, manspreading without a care in the world.
“This is fucked up,” You informed him, awkwardly sitting on the edge of your own bed.
“C´mon, tell me when I can start timing it.”
“Wait, stupid. It´s kind of hard to get in the mood with you there.”
“I can dirty talk if you´d like.”
“Oh my god, please never say anything remotely similar to that ever again.”
“Suit yourself.”
You took a minute to give yourself a pep talk before quickly making your way under the covers before your rational side got you to give up.
“What do you think you´re doing?” Haechan raised an eyebrow at you, looking at his cuticles like there wasn´t someone just about to freaking masturbate in front of him.
“You didn´t honestly think I´d just touch myself on full display for you, did you?”
“Well, yeah. How will I know you´re really doing it?”
“I know you´ve never seen a woman feeling real pleasure before but I can assure you that you´ll be able to tell,” You rolled your eyes.
He sighed but accepted, “Ok, let´s get this going, today preferably.”
You had barely finished rolling your eyes for the first time before doing it again but decided it was easier to just go along with it and get it over with sooner than later. You carefully laid down and pulled your skirt up, still a bit too tense to move your panties.
“Can I start timing it?”
“No, give me a second to at least get somewhat close to wet,” You groaned.
“Absolutely not. When we fuck, it will start counting the second we start going, no matter if you´re already turned on or not.”
“As if I would get turned out.”
“You´d be surprised,” He smirked. “Can you turn your body a bit to the side so I can see your face, at least?”
“You´re getting a kick out of this, aren´t you?” You groaned but obliged. “Perv.”
“You´re hot but too annoying for me, don´t worry. My matters here are strictly professional. I´m going to start the counter, do your thing or not, your choice.”
“Can we at least put some music on so I don´t have to hear your breathing?”
“No. It´s rolling,” He informed you, turning his phone screen towards you so you could see the numbers changing.
You took a deep frustrated breath and closed your eyes, trying to pretend Haechan wasn´t there before letting nervous fingers slide down your body, realization finally hitting that you were indeed doing it. You could feel your heart beating fast, the loud rushing of your blood leaving you deaf to everything around and the alcohol having your mind spinning in the dark. It was useless, there was no possible way you could get into it in this situation. Even your drunk brain was on high alert.
You weren´t a prude by no means, you were literally kind of messing around with one of the guys right outside, but you never had anyone watching you touch yourself before, especially not someone you had close to no intimacy with – Or someone you weren´t sure you even liked as a person, to begin with.
After ordering your shaky fingers to pull your panties to the side, you were highly surprised to find them coming back slick, a small gasp leaving your lips when you brushed your sensitive lips.
Ok, well. This was unexpected.
You opened your eyes and noticed Haechan´s ears did perk up at the sound you let out, but you closed them back down before sparing it any thought. The bet was on. You knew your body and you had already finished yourself off in less than half a minute before, it was no trouble. You can do it. Now that you were already there and Haechan had already seen everything he was going to see, you forced yourself to get over him being there for the moment, focused on winning the bet.
You touched yourself how you normally would minus the teasing part, you meant business after all. But for some reason, having Haechan there watching you, got your feelings heightened, your body and everything you touched sending stronger than usual waves of pleasure up your skin. Maybe you just discovered yourself as an exhibitionist, maybe you suddenly just got really horny or maybe the anxiety got your body feeling more sensitive, attentive to every feeling.
At first, you manage to hide your sounds by harshly biting down on your lip – even though there wasn´t much to do about your twisting body – but the moment you decided to open your eyes again and met Haechan´s right when you eased your middle finger inside of you, the look on his face was enough to get you to drop your lip and accidentally let out a moan as you looked straight into his eyes. You widened your eyes in embarrassment, praying to all higher powers that he didn´t read into the look enough to realize he was the reason for your sudden moan.
You used your now slicker finger to rub circles against your clit, trying to ignore your body´s pleas to look at Haechan again. You got close so quickly and your fogged up in pleasure brain didn´t have a care anymore, allowing your head to turn over as you took another peek at the man sitting on your chair.
“Oh my god,” You gasped, adverting your gaze to the ceiling before you could literally cum while locking eyes with the man in front of you, mental images of his very apparent bulge and tightly fisted hands flashing in your head. You couldn´t believe your hormones got you to actually think Haechan was attractive and get off to the thought of him, but it was true, and no one needed to know. You didn´t care he was watching anymore, in fact, you loved it, and to know this was getting to him too, might have influenced on your sudden need to put on a bit of a show. So, you watched with your side-view as he grabbed the fabric of his pants and bunched it up on top of his thick thigh and you just let it go, a loud moan leaving your mouth as your body shook in explosive pleasure.
Realization soon dawned upon you after getting down from your high, so you closed your eyes again to try and recompose yourself before, while breathing hard, managing to let out a “done.”
“Already stopped counting,” Haechan informed, his voice sounded so raw that your whole body urged you to open your eyes and look at him, but you didn´t.
In shame, you fixed your panties and skirt before trying to get up. In half a second, Haechan was at your side helping you stand, his touch burning everywhere his hands laid upon.
“So, had fun?” You tried to joke in a shaky voice as you patted your hair down and he held you up, but your awkward laugh was enough to show there was no lightness in the air between you two at that moment.
“5 stars rating,” He returned your tense laugh. “I´ll give you some time.”
You nodded in agreement and thanked him (for the first time ever, mind you) before you were left alone in your room. You walked in wobbly legs over to the mirror and finished fixing yourself up, retouching some parts of your makeup for the club before taking a deep breath to prepare yourself to head out, trying to not think about what just happened so you could remain sane.
“So, what’s the verdict?” Chenle asked in excitement the minute you stepped out of your room.
Good, no time to be awkward then.
“4 minutes and 27 seconds,” Haechan proudly showed his phone screen with the paused timer on it. Guess he thought that was an easy score to beat.
“I thought you´d be quicker,” Chenle complained.
You widened your eyes at him in disbelief, “Try doing anything with Donghyuck watching you!”
“Says the girl who was moaning like a whore 2 minutes ago,” Haechan threw it at you and although he meant for it to bother you, it just got you to sigh in relief that everything was back to normal again, those 40 ending seconds inside the room where you two were being somewhat nice to each other got you feeling uneasy. Like this, you could go back to kind of disliking each other and never having to be reminded of those two quick minutes when Haechan seemed like the hottest male in the world to you.
Except it wasn´t like that. Even with you doing an amazing job at hiding it and acting normally, the man managed to get to you. Somehow, having him hungrily watch you as you fell apart, opened your eyes to the fact that Haechan was in fact very attractive. But you´ll be caught dead before admitting that to anyone.
So, after failing to not stare at Haechan, washing your hands and finishing all the alcohol Mark and Jaemin had brought, you were all heading downtown to find a club that looked fun. On your way there, the boys bumped into two of their friends, who told you about this new place that had recently opened and seemed like a good time. Plus, they were offering free welcome shots to everyone who came in, so it didn´t take much convincing for your group to join Jaehyun and Johnny on their way to the new club. The place was full but thankfully, for some reason, Johnny was a VIP and got you all inside without having to stay in line.
After paying the entrance fee and downing the free tequila the 10 of you got, you handed your id and cellphone to Jeno, who always kept them for you so you could freely dance without being bothered or having to take care of it. Your group was quick to find a spot on the dance floor, after all, your friends were all pretty hot and people tend to make way for attractive guys.
Johnny took your hand and pulled you to dance with him and you gladly did so. You loved Johnny, he was genuinely a nice guy and you always had so much fun when with him, he was one of the few men who you felt safe around and who had never tried anything with you, he was glad just being friends and you adored him for it. You only ever met occasionally during parties or group hangouts, but you were happy every single time you two crossed paths.
Colorful lights flashed around the dark room, you could feel the AC booming to keep the place cool and you were thankful to not leave the club drowning in sweat for once. Your drunk brain watched in awe as the lasers formed intricate shapes over your head and you laughed loudly at a dancing Johnny before you joined in, moving to the 2000’s hit. After a few songs, Jaehyun handed you a drink and you excitedly thanked him. The two of you had hooked up three or four times during random parties in the past, but nothing ever came out of it and you were both comfortable with that, if it happens it happens and if it doesn´t, it doesn´t. No pressure.
He smiled at you and winked with no second intentions, as to say “you´re welcome” before going back to the table where some of the boys were sitting down. You could spot Jeno, who smiled at you, next to Jisung and Mark, the rest of your group scattered around the club – probably hitting on some girls.
When a song you didn´t like much came on, you told Johnny you´d go rest for a bit and made your way to the table against the wall where your friends were passionately playing some word game.
“Wow,” You laughed loudly at the way everything was spinning when you threw yourself on the couch circling the table.
Jeno laughed and patted your head fondly when you managed to slide yourself to his side, quick to join in on the game so you could continue to ignore you were horny and kind of having a mental breakdown.
“Sky starts with an S, idiot,” Mark pointed at you, laughing at your slip.
“Oh, shit.”
“Drink up.”
You took a big sip from Jeno’s rum and coke, already past the point of taking more shots. When you pushed the glass back towards Jeno and looked up, Haechan stood there in front of the table, surprisingly no girl in his arms.
“Lost your game, big head?” You curiously teased.
“Something like that,” He winked with a small smile, sliding himself in the booth until he was next to you, even your drunk brain noticing when his jeans-clad thigh touched your bare one. “What are we playing?”
“C nor S,” Jaemin excitedly replied. “I´ll start: Photography.”
“Memory,” Mark continued.
“Family,” Jeno added before it was your turn.
Except you were too busy being in shock at the way Haechan´s palm found the top of your thigh to think about a word related to family that didn´t start with a C nor S in 2 seconds and was obliged to drink again. But the even bigger shock, was that you didn´t find yourself glaring at the man next to you or asking what the fuck did he think he was doing – and at that, you finished Jeno’s drink for him because there´s no way you could accept that you actually enjoyed Haechan´s touch.
After another round, Jaemin spotted a girl to his interest and left with Jaehyun, leaving the remaining boys to start a conversation, like normal people for once. Haechan must have noticed your lack of complaints over his hand on you, because as you were busy paying attention to whatever the guys were discussing, you felt his fingers start tracing shapes against your skin, making your whole body tense. You pretended to not notice it, although it was pretty clear if he had eyes that you did, even after you forced yourself to relax.
With the side of your eyes, you saw an amused look on Haechan’s face as he joined in on the discussion like nothing was going on, like you weren’t twitching at every change of speed or pattern of the tip of his fingers on your thigh. Under ordinary circumstances, that would be a normal occurrence and it would have absolutely no effect on you, already being used to the whole flirting scheme, but that was Haechan touching you and before today, the thought of it happening never once even came close to crossing your mind – You barely ever talked to the guy when the others weren’t around for fuck’s sake. The chat on your phone with Haechan consisted of months-old messages saying things along the lines of “Mark´s going out with me this Wednesday, fuck off” or “Donghyuck, you bitch. I told you 4 fucking times that I was taking Mark to watch Thor.” If you scrolled up and read all the texts you ever sent each other, the nicest thing there, would be a “Just got that M-16 skin you won´t fucking shut up about, sent it to u to see if u get motivated to play at least somewhat decently.”
You knew how to read people, that´s why you started your thing with Jeno in the first place, just by looking at him you knew he was interested – So, with a bat of your eyes he came running like you knew he would. You could see how Jaemin would never take an advance towards you because of Jeno, but he wasn´t going to deny you in case you made a move either. You were aware that Mark and Chenle would laugh to the point of tears in front of your face if you ever tried something and that Jisung would rush to any opportunity you presented him with. In short, you were aware of everything that happened around you and where you stood with each person in the room, it has always been clear that Haechan took no interest in you, so, to say you were surprised by him suddenly touching you like that, was downplaying it a bit.
The bastard knew he was getting to you by the way goosebumps were rushing up your skin and with a smirk on his face, he let his hand slide down to the inner part of your thigh, where he gave a firm squeeze causing you to violently jump. You earned funny looks from your friends but they ruled it out as you being drunk and didn´t spare any thoughts - It´s not like Haechan was trying to hide anything either, to be honest.
“Jisung straight up called my senior stupid,” Mark was groaning when you tuned back into the conversation, doing your best to try and ignore Haechan.
“And the funny part is that we all know he didn´t even mean it like that,” Chenle laughed.
It was when you felt Donghyuck´s fingers lightly tracing their way up through the most sensitive part of your thigh that you decided enough was enough – Because honestly, you didn´t think you could take it. You harshly grabbed his hand and pushed him out of the boot, dragging him to the bar with the excuse of getting Jeno another drink.
“Listen, I know you got to watch me touch myself and all, but we´re not gonna fuck,” You told him in a hushed tone after ordering your drinks.
“Actually, we are,” He simply smirked at you.
You rolled your eyes in frustration, “Yeah, I know. I mean besides the one time for the bet.”
“Don´t worry, princess. You look good in that skirt, by the way.”
“Don´t change the subject.”
“Wanna keep talking about us fucking then? Awn, are you that excited?”
“I think you´re the one who´s excited.”
“I really am.”
“Was starting to think I´m not your type after the hundred times you told me that,” You rolled your eyes again.
“You managed to convince me.”
“Oh no, does that mean you´re gonna start hitting on me now?”
“Do I have to?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Please don´t, you’re already disgusting enough normally. Let´s go back to whatever we had going on before, yeah?”
“Sure,” Haechan said with a serious face, suddenly looking behind you like he was searching for someone. “Just help me out with something first please.”
Giving you no time to process, he grabbed your hand and pulled you confidently towards whoever he had seemed to find, allowing you no reaction other than to dumbly be dragged by him, “Donghyuck, the drinks-”
“It won´t take long,” He assured you, not even looking back as you glanced worriedly at the bar.
You assumed Haechan wanted your help to pick up a girl, although you couldn´t imagine how you could possibly be helpful since you don´t have a single nice thing to say about him. But if that´s what it took for him to stop testing your willpower, you would make up the most flattering lies one could elaborate - He´s so nice and caring, he donated me a kidney without thinking twice. And that was only three days after he stopped a moving bus with his pure strength to keep it from running over a sweet old lady.
It was only when you found yourself entering a dark hallway that you realized he probably wasn´t after a girl, but you didn´t have much time to process that before he was pushing your back against the wall. You simply looked at him in confusion and he literally stared back at you in silence, his face illuminated by the emergency lights.
“So?” You asked, not having to scream since the music wasn´t as loud in there.
“You look good in that skirt.”
“You´ve already said that.”
“Yeah, but you´re still looking good in it.”
“Donghyuck, are you trying to hit on me? ‘Cause you´re not doing a very good job.”
“I´m not sure I am,” He furrowed his eyebrows in thought before looking at you confidently, his left hand against the wall over your right shoulder. “No, I definitely am.”
“Please tell me this isn´t how you managed to get so many girls-”
“No, of course not. I´m just weirded out because it´s you.”
“By the look of disgust on your face, I won´t assume that was supposed to sound flattering.”
“I´m surprised myself.”
“Why the sudden interest? Stop it, I don´t like it.”
“I may have realized you´re actually hot enough to make up for your annoying personality.”
“I know you´re trying to somewhat compliment me but those are some really backhanded remarks.”
“All I´m saying is that for whatever reason I really want to fuck you,” He bluntly stated, his dark eyes watching you intensely from so close.
“Sheesh. Unless you want to time it, not going to happen.”
“Let´s see about that,” He smirked, and you honestly got chills.
“Listen, just because you suddenly realized I´m attractive, doesn´t mean I feel the same way. You´re still disgust-”
“I saw the way you looked at me, Y/N.”
He said that in such a confident firm tone that rendered you quiet. Kudos to him, because that was a first.
Donghyuck took another step closer, bending his head down so your faces were inches apart as he watched you with an amused glint on his eyes, “I know you liked that I was watching. I already dropped the attitude, time for you to do the same.”
“Yeah, no thanks,” You disagreed but your eyes were glued to his lips, which were a single breath´s distance from yours.
“I´m used to brats, Y/N.”
“You´ve never met a real one,” You looked up back at his eyes, a glint on your eyes that got him groaning.
“I´ll break you in no time.”
“I´d like to see you try,” You smirked, giving his lips a teasing quick lick before softly pushing him away and leaving with a wink.
You were a second away from letting Lee Donghyuck fuck you in a dirty hallway inside a full club. Yeah, you had to make your escape.
You made your way back to the bar, your whole body buzzing as you apologized and thanked the confused bartender who was looking around for you, making your way back to the table balancing 4 drinks in your hands.
“Took you long enough,” Chenle commented once you placed the drinks on the table and sat down next to him.
“Where´s Jeno?” You asked, ignoring his complaint.
“Karina´s here.”
“Oh.”
“What? Was he supposed to keep giving you puppy eyes while you sneaked around with Haechan?”
“That´s just what his eyes look like,” You rolled your eyes, not denying any of Chenle´s statements.
“Did you time it at least?”
“I didn´t fuck Haechan, just had to give him a lecture.”
“Yes, mommy.”
Jisung choked around his drink at his friend´s comment, but before Chenle could tease him for it, Jaemin, Jaehyun and Johnny returned to the table.
“Where´s Mark?” Was the first thing Johnny asked before stealing one of the drinks you had brought.
“Bathroom,” Chenle answered.
Jaemin reached out to get the last glass from the center before you swatted his hand away, “This is Jeno´s.”
“Sorry, Miss Lee,” Jaemin rolled his eyes, grabbing your drink instead and sucking on the straw.
“Didn´t say which Lee,” Chenle teased and as if on cue, all three Lees returned to the table almost at the same time, coming from different directions.
“Y´all tired?” Mark asked after he slumped on the couch. “I´m exhausted.”
“We´ve been here for 2 hours at most,” Jaemin complained, but his eyes did seem a bit tired.
“C´mon, let´s drink some more. Next round is on me,” Johnny suggested, already raising his hand to call one of the VIP´s waiters over to order shots for everyone.
Well, you were never one to deny a free drink.
Or three.
The rest of the night was spent in flashes, in one of them you had agreed to dance with Haechan and had him holding you close by your waist as he ground and swayed his hips against you. In the second one you had informed the others you´d go back to your place before them because your “feet hurt”, Haechan´s hand on the small of your back. When you finally came back to your senses, Haechan was throwing you against the elevator walls and catching your lips hungrily, hands literally everywhere, trying to make up for all the lost time.
You indulged in it because honestly, the way he was kissing you got your legs weak and he knew that, by the little whines that kept leaving your mouth. The trip up was short and when the doors dinged open, he simply grabbed the back of your legs and wrapped them around his hips so he wouldn´t have to stop as he made his way to your front door.
“Fuck, the keys,” You groaned against his mouth, remembering you left all your stuff with Jeno.
“I got it,” He assured you before forcing your lips together again, his left hand leaving your body so he could fish for the keys in his pocket and open the door.
When that was cleared, he wasted no time making his way to your bedroom. Your body met the bed as Haechan hovered above you, tongue in a battle with your own as he grabbed your arms and pushed them above your head and held them there.
“You´re still not going to fuck me,” Your voice was breathless, but you still made your point.
“It´s ok, I only want to watch tonight,” He smirked, eyes locked in yours as he pressed his knee against your core.
“Fuck,” You whined.
Content with the sound, he dipped his head down to mouth at the side of your neck as he kept grinding his thigh against you. Your back arched as his tongue got shivers running up your skin and you could hear his chuckle against your veins, but when you tried to push him away, he simply left a harsh bite on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. A loud moan escaped your lips at that.
“Pain slut,” He laughed at you.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Go on, touch yourself,” He ordered. “Or do you want me to do it?”
“You´ll have to do better than that if you expect me to give you what you want.”
“Oh, sweetie. Should I check who wants this more?” He gave you a look of fake pity, his hand that wasn´t holding yours making his way between your legs, a single finger lightly tracing the outer line of your panties, so close to feeling how soaked you actually were.
You squirmed under his touch and he simply smirked up at you.
“How do you want me to touch myself if you´re holding my hands?” You groaned.
“I want you to ask nicely,” He informed, his finger teasing the seam of your panties.
Haechan´s mouth found yours again as he sucked on your tongue, his free hand now grabbing the waistband of your panties and slowly dragging them down your legs and you bit his plump bottom lip to keep yourself from whining at the way your core ached so badly it hurt.
You suddenly realized he was about to see you really naked for the first time and the thought of it got you squeezing around nothing.
Ok, fuck it, he won.
“Let me,” You whined against his lips.
“Let me what?” He teased, the sight of his hands getting lost under your skirt doing wonders for you.
“Let me touch myself,” You breathed out.
“Will you put on a pretty show for me?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
“Good girl.”
Fuck.
At that, you felt his hand opening around your wrists and you wasted no time in getting them where you needed them, a loud moan leaving your mouth when your fingers met your slit and you felt how absurdly wet you were.
Haechan stood up on his knees so he would be able to fully see you, “Open your legs for me.”
And so you did, your mind spinning at the way he groaned at the sight when you complied.
“You´re so fucking wet,” He admired, his voice sounding dazed.
Your brain had no longer a single thought running around, all you cared about was how good you felt and how much you needed to cum, all your inhibitions thrown out of the window with how Haechan was over you, watching you touch yourself like he was ready to carry you to a damn pedestal and worship you. A gasp left your lips when you stopped teasing yourself and finally circled your clit, your moan followed by another groan from the man in between your legs. You were so lost in your own world of pleasure that when you felt Haechan´s hand gently pressing around your neck, your whole body spasmed at the feeling.
You knew you were moaning like an instructed porn star, but your ears were trained on the way Haechan´s breath was heavy, how his eyes were dark and trailing down your body then up your face like a man starved.
“Donghyuck-” You whined, not even knowing what for.
“You´re doing good, baby. So pretty for me, keep going.”
He bent himself over you once again, now watching your face contort in pleasure inches away from his own. His free hand caressed your cheek and you leaned into the touch, rubbing your skin against his palm as you looked into his eyes. He looked so good you could probably cum untouched just by looking at his stupid handsome face.
“So pretty,” He breathed out as he put two of his fingers into your mouth. “Suck.”
He had a sadistic smile on his face as he watched you follow his orders and squirm under him, “Awn, you´re close aren´t you? Let me see, don´t stop.”
Haechan pulled his fingers from between your lips and let go of your neck, leaving teasing kisses down your skin, down the cleavage of your top and then trailing his way on your abdomen after pushing your shirt out of the way. When he got to your skirt, he left a little peck on your navel before flipping the fabric up, now face to face with your pussy as he laid in between your legs.
“Al-almost,” You whined, speeding up your fingers.
You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to brace yourself when you suddenly jolted them open at a foreign feeling. You gasped and looked down to find that Haechan had put two of his fingers inside of you and it felt absolutely mind-blowing, “Fuck.”
“Don´t worry, I´m just going to leave them there.”
He didn´t even look at your face, too entranced with the way you were just sucking him right in. The added stimulation felt like heaven and you knew you were on the edge, considering begging for Haechan to just move his fingers but somehow, him just leaving them there, rubbing against your spasming walls, not doing a single thing to help as you worked yourself around him, was hotter than you would have imagined.
“Fuck, you´re clenching so much,” You didn´t miss the way the man sucked in a breath and closed his eyes harshly for a quick second, like he was trying to get himself together – And with that you noticed he was grinding his crotch against the bed and you just saw stars, exploding around his fingers and being surprised by the semi-scream that ripped through your body as you came. Your whole body shook and you didn´t even feel it when Haechan grabbed your thigh and dug his nails harshly on your skin to keep himself grounded so he wouldn´t legit cum untouched.
Curses left your lips in the form of gasps as you enjoyed your high and after a few deep breaths, you sat up and looked at Haechan, “Let me suck you off.”
“Fuck, don´t say it like that,” He groaned, standing up in a single heartbeat and positioning himself sitting down against your headboard.
“I had to or you´d cum in your pants,” You teased as if you weren´t in a hush yourself, unbuttoning his pants in lightning speed.
“Look who´s all mouthy now,” He rolled your eyes but his attitude was soon interrupted by a whine when you accidentally brushed your hand against his crotch when pulling his pants down. “I can´t help it. You´re just really hot.”
“Always have been,” You assured once you were happy with the lack of jeans on his body.
“I know,” He breathed out and you just had to stop and admire the view for a second. Haechan manspreading in your bed, black boxers matching his black t-shirt, his tanned skin glistening and everything about his face read fucked-out when you haven´t even done anything yet. His thick thighs led the way to his twitching bulge and suddenly it made sense to you why that man was so cocky all of the time.
You got on your knees in between his legs and slowly kissed the inner part of one of his thighs, letting him feel your wet tongue as he groaned and dropped his head back.
“Don´t tease.”
“Or?” You raised your eyebrows, looking up at him. He pressed his tongue inside the inner part of his cheek in annoyance, but you knew he was in no position to do anything at the moment.
You didn´t give him a chance of retorting, gently rubbing your cheek against his member and feeling it twitching against your skin, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on him over the fabric before nosing around it just to hear him whine.
“I´m trying to be nice,” He groaned.
“Don´t be,” You mouthed, looking up at him, your lips still touching his member as you spoke.
He laughed loudly at that, “Ok, you asked for it.”
Before you had time to process his words, Haechan grabbed the hair on the back of your neck so harshly you thought he would rip it out. He held your face away from him as he used his free hand to push his boxers a bit down and pull his member out, your mouth watering at the sight like a good whore.
“Open up,” He ordered after his cock was out, simply pushing your mouth down on it just as he wished, hitting the back of your throat and giving you absolutely no time to adjust as you tried your best to hold your coughs inside, tears already filling your eyes as he didn´t budge. “That´s it.”
If you were choking or not, he didn´t care, being truthful to his words of not being nice and showing the Haechan you really knew. He held your head down as he fucked into your mouth and you didn´t know why, but that got you clenching around nothing again. As much as you didn´t like Haechan very much and you´d never let him verbally know how much power he suddenly had over you, the sounds that left his lips were the single hottest thing you had ever heard in your whole life. For that only reason, you ignored that you couldn´t breathe or that your neck and jaw were aching like hell, letting him use you until you passed out if that was the case.
“Awn, you like this, don´t you? Guess you really are a whore.”
You moaned around him and since he was already so worked up, it was enough to get him shooting down your throat. The whines that left his mouth were enough to keep your mind away from the thoughts of “how the hell will I continue to make fun of someone who now had his dick in my mouth?”
Dongyuck watched with tired eyes as you straightened yourself up, a proud smile on his face as he noticed you swallowing. His hand found the back of your neck and he pulled you into a soft lazy kiss which you found yourself thankful for. When you pulled away, he carefully watched your face and you looked at him confusedly.
“You really are insanely hot,” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “Especially like this.”
You figured that you looked like an absolute mess right now, your eyeliner and mascara smudged around your eyes and trailing down your cheeks, your hair sticking out in every direction and your lips puffed. You guessed that was the appeal.
“So I´ve been told.”
You stood up, not really sure of what to do as the man in front of you fixed himself up. Should you kick him out? Invite him for cuddles? Order pizza? Tell him you´ll wait for his Uber outside with him? Invite him to stay the night?
At that moment, you realized you had never hanged out with Haechan when it was just the two of you - actually, scratch that, you don´t really remember ever really talking to Haechan when the others weren´t around or the two of you weren´t bickering over something. You didn´t really feel the urge to form a friendship out of nowhere, because the man in your bed buckling his pants was still very much Donghyuck and you still found him very much annoying, even when you just had his dick in your mouth. Point being, you didn´t really need to kick him out but you didn´t really have to force a closeness that the two of you never had either.
“Wanna shower?” You found yourself asking, trying to at least be polite so you wouldn´t have to hear it from Mark the next day - Although you couldn´t fathom a single scenario in which Mark would ever mention you blowing his friend.
“With you?”
“Yeah, sure. Why not?”
“I´ll get to see your boobs for the first time?” He asked, his eyes glistening in excitement.
“Yeah, no. I take it back -”
“I´m just messing with you,” He laughed, standing up and grabbing your hand to drag you to your own bathroom. “Let´s go.”
You gave his back a weird look but followed along anyways, desperately trying to find a topic you could fight over so you could feel normal once again.
When reaching the bathroom, Haechan closed the door behind you and calmly took his shirt off before turning on the water and testing the temperature, adjusting it to his liking before taking his pants off too. You took your own clothes off in silence, leaving your panties and bra on because being completely naked in front of him felt like too much for whatever reason. Donghyuck didn´t seem to share of your discomfort though, his hands grabbing the waistband of his boxers to take them off before you quickly interrupted him.
“How about we turn the lights off?” You suggested.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
You stopped yourself before you could agree, not wanting to give him any teasing material for later. He seemed to sense the thought process inside your head and you were bracing yourself for an annoying remark on his part when he simply nudged you to the side and turned the lights off himself. The soft moonlight slipping in from the window was enough to be able to see your immediate surroundings and Donghyuck´s face, so you simply smiled appreciatively at him and finished taking your underwear off before stepping into the shower.
“Oh, fuck. This is way too cold,” The nice little moment was broken the minute a single drop of water touched your hot skin.
“What do you mean?” Haechan asked, joining you inside and getting under the shower stream himself. “It´s the perfect temperature.”
“Are you insane? The water is freezing!” You argued, pushing him out of the way so you could change the temperature to something bearable. When you felt the water burning down your back you hummed in contentment, “See?”
Donghyuck raised his hand next to your body to test it before dramatically hissing in pain, “Are you trying to cook yourself?”
“No, I´m trying to have a relaxing shower but you´re keeping me from it.”
“You´re scalping yourself, that´s what you´re doing.”
“Go shower in the rain if you prefer being cold and sick.”
“It was not even cold! It was an acceptable normal temperature!”
