pairing. fwb!haechan x reader
genre. fwb to lovers, slightest bit of angst, fluff
wc. 2.2k
summary. Donghyuck shows up at your door late evening when he realizes that he could no longer follow through with this friends-with-benefits thing… and, to his surprise? You feel the same. — Loosely based on Dive by Olivia Dean
warnings. suggestive but nothing graphic, just constant mentions of reader and hyuck being fuck buddies, reader’s shorter than him, yearner!hyuck bc all I do is write yearner!hyuck i love yearner!hyuck sm pls someone write him for me
an. ik its so similar to everything else I write, but this is me warming up yayyy!! I miss writing but work is consuming me, so I hope this doesn’t break my streak of okay quality baby fics… anyways, enjoy!
A guttural groan shamelessly slips from your lips when four loud knocks sound from your door.
You had spent almost the entirety of your afternoon trying to get your roommate, Karina, to leave the apartment, mostly for your sake, but also for her’s (she’d been cooped up in her room all week), but the very thought of company had ruined the relief you felt the second she had finally left.
A question of who that could be tickles the back of your neck, simply because Karina had her own key to head back in. So whoever stood at your doorstep was definitely not Karina.
Four more loud knocks hasten your pace, finding yourself up on your tippy toes to peek through the peephole.
You were fully expecting a delivery man, maybe the rare loiterer, or your next-door neighbour in need of missing baking ingredients, but when you see Donghyuck teetering on the balls of his feet through the fisheye lens, you fall back and unlock the door.
“Donghyuck? What are you doing here?”
It isn't working
I'm a tidal wave of question marks
And you're just surfing
His scent hits you like a truck, wafting past you the second you open the door. The last time you’d seen him was merely a few days ago, when you both agreed to meet up and… “Did I forget about—”
“No,” he replies quickly. His hands were buried deep in his sweater’s pockets, hood hugging his head, “Can I come in? Please?”
Your curiosity heightens, and you don’t even hesitate to move aside and let him into your apartment. Suddenly, your desire for alone time is long forgotten, brows knitted closely together when you watch Donghyuck shuffle to the living room like it was home.
Despite the questions running through your head, you choose to hold back. It wasn’t often that Donghyuck would come over with the intention to hang or talk. Your relationship with him was shallow, a harsh imbalance between sex and friendship. So seeing him here, uneasy and fidgety, with no interest in making moves on you was… weird.
“Look, if you want to fuck, I’m really not in the mood tonight,” you say, eyeing the coffee table of snacks and drinks sitting right in front of the TV. You already had a movie paused and ready to play had Donghyuck not interrupted.
Donghyuck shakes his head, defensive, “I’m not here to fuck, Y/N.”
“Then, what are you doing here?” Your head tilts in the slightest.
Donghyuck almost looks like he couldn’t tell you why he was there. His mouth bobs open and closed like he wants to say something, fingers picking at the tips of his other ones. Then he finally freezes in place, eyeing the table and the snacks, the couch and the TV, and then you, “Can I stay over?”
Again… weird.
“Only if you tell me why you’re being… not you…” You eye him suspiciously.
In what world was Donghyuck not able to express himself?
The hood hanging off his head slides off, revealing a head of disheveled hair, “Not me?”
“The Donghyuck I know would already be all up in my space,” you begin, “Need I remind you that I almost had to chop your arms off of me last time?” Heat rises in your cheeks as you remember how Donghyuck could not keep his hands off of you, fingers mapping the curves of your body like he was trying to commit them to memory.
He blinks at you as if you had just fibbed, and you’re tempted to question if he’s even all there.
Was he drunk? High?
You continue, “The Donghyuck I know would be undressing me with his eyes. Or would already be dragging me to my room...”
But the Donghyuck standing steps away had been gazing back at you with soft eyes, his demeanor unlike the one you were used to. It was like he’d done a full one-eighty, though not in a way that could be labeled alarming. Because this was still Lee Donghyuck. And you knew that for sure because he still gave you the same warm feeling he always did, only a thousand times more.
“You’re making me sound like some horny animal,” Donghyuck gulps. There’s a hint of shame in the tone of his voice, and the way he dodges your stare confirms your suspicions.
“Because you are when you’re with me,” you argue, “Do you get why I’m confused right now?”
Again, you see Donghyuck’s Adam's apple bob up and down, “I’m sorry…”
You don’t believe what you’re hearing, “What?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, “I never really realized how… lusty? Our relationship’s been… I-I’m sorry.”
Despite his efforts, the more Donghyuck speaks, the more confused you become, “I don’t understand what you’re apologizing for. We agreed to have this relationship. We’re fuck buddies, Hyuck. I don’t think you need to apologize about our relationship being how it is. It’s not like we’re—”
You ignore the voice that’s implying so many things, waiting for a real explanation before you jump to conclusions.
“Y/N, princess…” Donghyuck pleaded.
You blink back at him, “Donghyuck.”
“Sorr—”
“Quit saying that,” You’re ready to shake whatever this was out of him, taking a step closer to him, “Can you just tell me why you’re here?”
Donghyuck’s gaze drops to his toes, “I… had a bad day.”
“You had a bad day?” You repeat, “You had a bad day, and now you’re here?”
Donghyuck nods, “I know… I know… I’m still making sense of it all.” You see his eyes flicker back to you, and he frowns, “Can you believe that? I had a bad day, and all I wanted was to be with you.”
You open your mouth to protest, because although it wasn’t hard to believe, there was still doubt outweighing that not-so-secret other feeling. Doubt he meant what you feared he did—that he was having a bad day and now all he wanted was to have you in bed and to fill whatever void he’s trying to fill.
It’s not like this would be the first time, either.
There have been plenty of days that Donghyuck has hit you up after something mentally strenuous with the goals of distraction, taking advantage of your relationship, and using you instead of some substance that would do the same.
But just as words begin to spill out of your mouth, he speaks right over you, “I know what you’re thinking.” A frown is plastered on Donghyuck’s face, and it almost looks like he’s in pain, “And I promise you it’s different… at least I think it is. It feels like it is.”
He scrambles to piece an explanation—something that even he could understand.
How does he explain that he’s stopped seeing other people to make more time for you? How he’s cleared his calendar just so he could be there when you wanted him?
How would he make sense of the way he’s almost called you during late nights just to hear your voice? How his friends told him that he was constantly (and very annoyingly) asking for you when he was drunk?
How would he describe that flitting feeling in his chest every time your name popped up on his phone, or the way he’d catch himself smiling the whole way home from your place?
How can he justify all these things when your agreed relationship was simply friends with benefits, and he wanted something more?
“You know… It’s hard to believe you when you’ve been otherwise,” you say quietly, afraid you’re misunderstanding him. You wonder how you look right now, trying to conceal the feelings you’ve kept bottled up this whole time.
Make me
See I'm capable and fine
“You don’t understand, Y/N,” Donghyuck runs a hand through his hair, frustrated, “The past few weeks, I’ve never wanted to rip my heart out of my chest so badly because it’s been telling me things I didn’t want to accept or believe at first.”
His hands form soft fists, shrinking into the sleeves of his hoodie, “For the longest time, I denied it all because I wanted to respect you and our relationship and what we agreed to… and I know we agreed to this type of relationship, but there’s been so many damn times I was even afraid to touch you because it was unfair that it meant different to me than it did to you… It made me realize that I couldn’t keep doing this anymore.”
Donghyuck can see the way you’re processing his words, eyes running across his face as if he’s said something in a different language. He could feel his stomach sinking, plunging to the pit of his gut like a bucket forcibly pushed under water.
He tries his best to salvage what he believes he has left of your relationship. “Tell me to my face if what I’m feeling is wrong, and I’ll stop. I’ll try to stop. Whatever will keep you in my life, I’ll do it. I’d rather… I’d rather keep this than lose you.”
It almost feels like an eternity before you speak up, finally able to make some sense of what was happening and piecing your own thoughts together.
'Cause the water's warm
And nothing wrong, it's alright
It’s scary because you can tell how sincere he was—how sincere he is. You’ve rarely heard that tone in his voice or seen that glint in his eye, and it’s terrifying. But that same fear also feels like reassurance that what you’ve been feeling lately wasn’t just you and your delusions.
That he returned the same feelings that had been eating you in your sleep.
“I can’t do this anymore, either,” you say carefully, stating it like you’ve made up your mind.
Donghyuck’s eyes widen, eyes meeting yours in panic. “What? Y/N, didn’t you hear–”
“I can’t fuck without feelings, anymore, Hyuck,” you continue, “I can’t act like I don’t care about you when I really do… a lot…”
Donghyuck’s expression replicates a sunrise, brows hiding behind the hair that falls over his forehead. His eyes widened in what you interpreted as a mix of shock and relief, a subtle glow replacing his initial worry. His shoulders physically lift, and he staggers forward with a desire to embrace you, but he holds himself back for now.
You continue, “I know we agreed to this because there weren’t any consequences, but… but I realized a while ago that I was wrong.”
“We were wrong,” Donghyuck butted in, “We were both wrong.”
He tests the waters and takes small, hesitant steps toward you, almost like it was his first time even being in the same room as you. And when you don’t do anything to maintain the gap between the two of you, he lets himself stand just close enough so that he can take your hands in his and take a good look at you in the warm apartment lights.
“We were both wrong,” you repeat.
But you got me from my head to my feet
And I'm ready to dive
A smile finally breaks through, appearing brightly on your lips. Then you give his hands a squeeze.
The way Donghyuck’s eyes dance across your face, the way they linger upon your own, down to your lips, and back… You know that look. It was familiar, yet so drastically different from the countless times he’d use this look to reel you in and kiss you. Only now, it was doused in warmth and quiet, genuine affection.
And just when you think he’s going to swoop down to capture your lips with his, he brings them to meet your knuckles, peppering them with small kisses.
The gesture makes your heart flutter.
Because, somehow, it was more intimate than your nights together.
“Fuck, I thought I messed up so bad,” he sighs, letting out a breath he hadn’t even noticed he was holding, “I wanted you so bad that I wanted to be selfish for once.”
This earns him a laugh from you, “And I’m glad you did.”
Then there was that look from him again, but this time, Donghyuck looked like he was struggling to hold himself back, bowing his head and shying away as if he should be ashamed of wanting to kiss you.
Tired of using words, you tug at his sleeve to catch his attention. And before he even turns to look back at you, you lift yourself up on your tippy toes and press your lips against his.
Diving into you, diving into me
Wanna swim good and I wanna swim deep
It’s a funny feeling because you and Donghyuck have kissed so many times before. It’s instinctive the way Donghyuck uses his arms to pull you in flush against his chest, and the way your arms wrap around his neck. You don’t even bat an eye at the way his hands fall to your lower back, cool fingertips brushing your exposed skin.
But there’s a tenderness that stands out in the way you hold and kiss each other—all because now there wasn’t a reason to hold feelings back.
Donghyuck pulls back and moves to plant wet kisses along your cheekbones, landing one last one on your forehead. His eyes twinkled in the dim lighting when he finally lets you go, resting his hands at your waist.
“Now, we can fuck with feelings,” Donghyuck wiggles his brows, and you don’t hesitate to swing at his shoulder. Of course, he had to ruin the moment.
You laugh, “Hyuck, please, I didn’t lie when I said I wasn’t in the mood. My movie’s waiting for me, and my popcorn’s getting cold.” At this point, the TV had automatically turned off, but it doesn’t mean you couldn’t return to it.
“I know.” The corners of his mouth lift, “I meant from now on… I can hold you because you’re actually mine, not just for the night.”
A smile beams brighter on your face.
Not just for the night.
an. u know what's crazy is I didn't even base it off the song at first but I was writing and listening to music and it came up on my playlist and I was like WAIT A DAMN MINUTE THIS IS PERFECT. Thank u Olivia Dean for amplifying this lowk half-assed fic,,, I hope u enjoyed!!
pairing: lee haechan (nct) x gn! reader
genre: domestic fluff,
wc: ~2k
summary: congrats! you and haechan have finally moved in together. unfortunately for him, he's got i-miss-you disease.
loving haechan is light.
floorboards creaking in my home
deathly silence when alone
oh, i wish that you were here right now
it had only been some hours since the early morning when you had left donghyuck's apartment, and yet when he pulls himself out of bed to brew a cup of coffee he finds the quiet thrum of traffic outside to be more unsettling than he expected. no sounds of that new anime you were keeping up with, no beeping of the kettle used to boil hot water for your tea, and no screaming at the game he had bought you just last week.
he had finally given you a key and allowed you full access to his home, but the fuzzy feelings of sharing a living space for the first time were currently being overshadowed by your class and work schedules having you out most of the day. especially when his own schedule just wouldn't align, further complicating the matter. donghyuck moves to sit down on the couch, leaning forward to place his mug on the table in front of him. it's one you painted for him on an earlier date, covered in a soft yellow and adorned with a cute little bear.
the wood of the floor groans under the weight of his left leg, the sound seeming louder than usual in the silence. he frowns. his place was by no means new, what with the student-on-a-budget deal, but it wasn't particularly worn down either. just another thing to add to the already long list of problems, donghyuck thinks. he'd definitely have to call it into the landlord later.
pulling his phone from his pocket, donghyuck opts to scroll through his instagram feed. some stories in, one from you pops up. it's a video of him from last night, taken from behind on the very couch he's currently parked in. in it he can hear his own laughter, yelling at you due to the difficulty setting of the game being purposely cranked up so as to thwart him. there was an attempt, the caption reads, to which donghyuck chuckles.
the coffee has long gone cold when he reaches for it again, the taste now unbearably bitter. donghyuck's expression furrows, and to some extent he can understand why you don't enjoy the pressed beans as much as he does. he sighs and his arm falls to his side. would anything not remind him of you right now?
despite how much his heart yearns, begs him to dial the string of numbers now ingrained into the cells of his very fingertips, donghyuck is well aware that you probably wouldn't appreciate being called up in the middle of a lecture. so he resigns himself to tidying up around the room, taking care of the menial housekeeping tasks so you would at least have a clean space to return to. less mess, less stress.
-
donghyuck curses himself when he wakes up from his post-cleaning nap to a few texts and a missed call from his beloved.
4:37pm:
yo
what do u want from this place for dinner
5:15pm:
hurry renjuns treating
5:19pm
u suck
he shoots a quick message back, adding in a selfie of him still tucked into his sheets for good measure. if there's one thing you can't resist, it's when he softens himself for you.
5:21pm
sorry my beloved i was napping
donghyuck sighs and tosses the phone aside, getting up to start setting the table for your meal tonight. as he lays out the utensils, he finally hears the sound he's been waiting for all day. the pinlocks in the front door click, signalling your presence. the plates clatter from the abruptness of the silverware being dropped unceremoniously on top, the person having held them just seconds prior forgetting all about them.
"i'm h—" you aren't even able to eke out the entire sentence before a large fuzzy bundle comes up and entirely envelopes you. the food nearly becomes the second victim of donghyuck's sudden assault. "careful of the bag!!" the bundle finally relents, head poking out of the blankets and looking at you with sparkling puppy dog eyes.
"i missed you." it's a simple statement, and based on how it lacks his usual shit-eating grin you can tell he must've had a relatively uneventful day. so much for being off, i guess. unsure of how to respond right away you set the plastic bag to the side, the spot you can just barely reach on account of his tight grip, and quietly squeeze him back. the scent of his, no, your detergent now, is gentle on your nose. he smells like indubitably like home.
"i missed you too. let's enjoy that-" you gesture at the sad little bag on the floor. "before it gets cold, yeah?" you can feel donghyuck nodding at your words by the way the fabric shifts against the side of your head, and he shuffles you both the few steps from your position so he can pick it up. seeing what's inside, he very visibly lights up.
"this is... lowkey perfect for what i had in mind. wait here!" donghyuck breaks free from your hold, taking the initiative to whisk the food away. the blanket that enveloped you two gets tossed to the floor in front of the couch. you hear the chaos of him wrestling the cardboard take out boxes open, ceramic plate clinking, then the unmistakable beeps of the microwave before his head pops out from the kitchenette. "okay, come on in!"
when you shuffle into the connected dining space, the first thing you notice is the lit candles that have been meticulously arranged on the table. they vary greatly in size, forming trios that frame a spaghetti filled dish in the center. two placemats and full cutlery sets sit side by side each other, testament to donghyuck's clinginess that had only gotten worse with your moving in. said donghyuck speeds over to a chair before you can even touch it, pulling it out for you to sit down.
"m'lady." he teases, bunny teeth poking out in a smile.
you laugh, slapping his shoulder. "thanks, milord." it's only after readjusting yourself in your seat that you notice a distinct lack of actual plates in front of you. there are only forks and knives, and a glasses for whatever drink you'll end up choosing. "hyuck," you call. "where are the plates?"
turning your head, donghyuck is nowhere to be seen until suddenly he's making his way toward you from the living room hallway, playfully eyeing you up. when he had the time to move between the kitchenette and there, you have no clue. the smart bulbs dim, turning a warm yellowey-orange courtesy of the remote you know he's hiding in his pocket. "oh my, it seems i’ve broken them all. that's the last one we have… looks like we'll just have to share from that bowl!"
sometimes, this man is just unbelievable. not wanting to ruin the little setup he has going on, however, you decide to play along and put a pout on your face. "damn... and i had so much fun picking them out when we went to ikea too. they were my favorite." knowing you, donghyuck is also well aware you're messing with him. but something about your faux sadness coupled with the way you look at him tugs at his heartstrings just the right way, and he can't help but cave.
he pouts back. "is it so wrong to want to share a big ass bowl of pasta with my love, lady and the tramp style? wouldn't it be romantic to share a kiss over a noodle?" at the mention of the iconic scene he sighs dramatically, leaning against the table right next to you and draping the back of his hand over his forehead. you take his other hand in your own and lightly rub it with your thumbs, pressing a gentle kiss to his knuckles and looking innocently up at him.
"okay, okay, there's your kiss. can we eat now? i know you probably haven't had anything besides coffee, and i'm hungry too." your show of affection seems to have the intended effect, as donghyuck immediately shuts up and seats himself at your side, pulling the "big ass bowl" to an appropriate distance in front of you both. "jeno recommended this place, so renjun used a company card to cover everyone's orders." you explain.
on a bad day, donghyuck might’ve raised an inquiry about your coworkers. but this is no bad day, far from it, and he knows better than to doubt the relationships you have with his friends.
after twirling some of the noodles onto the fork and putting a bite in your mouth, a hand flies up to your cheek. you emit a sigh, noises fully content from just how good the food is. at this point, the man next to you hasn't made any sort of effort to shovel the pasta down the hatch like he normally might have. he simply looks at you with an unreadable expression plastered across his face, elbow propped up on the table and head resting in his hand. "are you okay? here, have some."
you take up another forkful and offer it to donghyuck's lips, but he doesn't accept it right away. "thank you for being here. with me." the change in his teasing attitude from earlier is unsettling, but not uncomfortable.
"it's not like i have anywhere else to come home to, you know. i do live here too." you joke, but it isn't met with donghyuck's typical banter. turning to him, you awkwardly cough when you see him staring right into your very core. "hyuck, you're scaring—"
he cuts you off, blurting his next words out. "i mean it. thank you for everything." the hand that isn't keeping his chin up reaches up to gently brush the side of your face, holding it with a tenderness that makes you melt into his touch. his thumb rubs at your cheek. "for bringing me food all the time. for moving in with me. for making my life so much better. everything just feels right having you here." you return the loving smile he aims at you, like a weapon of mass destruction. he could so easily destroy you with it.
"there's no one else i'd rather share that kind of life of with."
bonus:
it seems like donghyuck's returned to his normal self following your heartfelt exchange, and the heavy atmosphere has all but lifted.
"say ahh!" your silly hyuck carefully feeds you some of the spaghetti, one of the noodles slipping off the fork. while you try to reel the rogue in, he uses his thumb to wipe away the excess sauce that finds its way onto the corners of your mouth. you're still unsuccessful in nabbing the whole thing when he takes a bite himself. though you don't immediately pick up on it, donghyuck ends up facing the same problem as you.
more silence pervades the room as you two go to work on the pasta, and after about half a minute you want to punch the man in front of you in the throat because there's no way in hell he didn't do this shit on purpose. a single strand of spaghetti currently connects your lips, just as donghyuck had insinuated minutes prior. he makes a muffled noise of disbelief, as if he's appalled you're blaming him, but he doesn't let go of the noodle.
rather, he quickly chews it up, closing the distance between you and him and giving you a small peck. his attention then shifts back to the food as if nothing had happened. you can feel yourself heating up out of embarrassment, cheeks glowing.
"HYUCK!"
as always, thank you for reading !! likes are nice, but comments and fellow brainrotting are always welcome :>
⤷ summary : drunk texts/voicemails/etc you receive.. to see drunk nct dream accidentally (not) confessing their love to you.
warning : a little suggestive for jenos.
𓂃 annas note : i mixed this idea and some prompts i’ve got written down to do this. hopefully you guys enjoy!! :3 it was fun writing.
MARK LEE :
you received 1 new voice message: today, 2:30am.
you open your voicemail and see that mark had left you one. you were a little confused and a bit worried but you put it on speaker as it played. all you could hear was some loud music blasting and marks voice over the top of it, his words slurred. you shake your head, ‘oh god.. i can only imagine what this is going to be.’
“i can’t believe you didn’t pick up ynnie.. missed you so much today, you know? i don’t know, there’s something about the vibe when you’re not here like it’s just not as lively as it usually is. maybe that’s just me. haha. um- uh- i really don’t know what to say because i expected you to pick up but i do realise it’s late so i apologise about that, i lost track of time there haha.. well, me and the boys went out drinking and.. maybe i had a little more than i expected but like, i wanted to relax, you know? wind down a bit. i was going to say something but i forgot-“ he got cut off by another males voice, sounded like jeno, “he was going to admit he likes you~” and then you heard a loud slap. “jeno!!” mark whined. “god anyway, yes i was going to confess to you. i just.. these past couple of months, they’ve been great you know, we’ve been hanging out a lot more and personally i feel we’re growing to be more than friends hahaha.. i really do like you, no scratch that, i think i love you. i like.. love you more than anyone else i’ve ever done before in my life. it’s crazy- haha- you know when you’re in love? you just feel so different like a changed man.. well maybe not a changed man but you know what i mean, right? i just feel like ive become a better person with you by my side and i really-“ dial tone.
and the voicemail was over. you just chuckled to yourself, fanning your cheeks as you felt yourself grinning just a little too much at his cute confession. you’ll text him about it shortly - for now, you need to calm down your racing heart.
HUANG RENJUN :
you received 2 new voice messages: today, 1:27am.
“mmmm… ynnie? ah, you didn’t pick up. it’s okay, i’ll leave you a voicemail. so.. um, it was really nice seeing you before! i’m so sad you had to leave so early though, we were just getting so settled with one another and the others stopped teasing me for a bit.. they’re back to it now because i look like a ‘kicked puppy’ apparently without you here. maybe i feel that way because i miss you.. i miss your company already please come back!~ anyway what i wanted to call about was.. godddd, why are you so stupid? huh? so so stupid and so blind to not see what i was trying to do with you. i thought you’d be able to but you’re so oblivious all the time.. i bet you’re like, huh? with that cute tone of yours and the way you tilt your head.. ahh..~ what i mean is, that.. that i’m so in love with you. with everything about you. from your perfect tone of voice, your beautiful eyes that shine when you see something that you like, the way you look up at me, the way you dress, your personality.. it’s so hard not to fall for someone as perfect as you..”
next voicemail.
“shit i got cut off- but anyway, you know like.. i hope you reciprocate my feelings but- but if you don’t it’s okay, we can just pretend like this never happened and go back to the way things were. i don’t want to make you uncomfortable but i fear i might’ve and oh god— hold on, jisung doesn’t look so good.”
LEE JENO :
LEE HAECHAN :
haechan's voice was the only thing ringing through your ears at this moment in time, the dimly lit room and on goers to the party soon fading into the background. he was out of his mind- flushed cheeks, unfocused eyes and a lazy grin that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"you live in my head and my heart, can't you see that?" his words are slurred but the desperation in his voice was unmistakable. your breath caught in your throat, "haechan, you're drunk." you claim.
he scoffed and ran a frustrated hand through already messy hair, "yeah? so what. doesn't make it any less true." his gaze locked onto yours, raw and pleading. "you're always here." he tapped his temple. "and here," his hand clutched at his chest. "i don't know how to make you see it."
the weight of his confession pressed between you, heavier than the alcohol in his system. what were you supposed to say?
NA JAEMIN :
ZHONG CHENLE :
you received one new voice message, today at 7:00pm .
"you know.. you should’ve said it earlier, idiot. i love you, can’t you see? i can’t believe you waited until you got out of my car to say that just so you could run off. you’re lucky you’re cute. meet me tomorrow at the restaurant, ‘kay? you know which one i’m on about and dress nicely. i’ll treat you like you deserve alright.” he says to you on the other line. you couldn’t help but fight back a small smile coming onto your lips, of course chenle would say that.
PARK JISUNG :
you and jisung had spent the whole day together, gaming and having a laugh, shared cuddles and looks that were definitely more than platonic. everyone around you guys had told you that there’s no way you’re both just friends, there’s some tension and you didn’t realise that until now. when you look up at jisung after cuddling on his chest, you notice him focusing his gaze on the tv, biting back a smile as he can sense your eyes on him. your heart jumps in your chest. shit. was it just the alcohol you both had drunk 2 hours ago or was it your feelings? maybe the second option. for sure.
“hey, yn, can i say something to you?” jisung mumbled as he finally looked down at you, you just hum in response. he lets out a deep sigh and bites his lip, “um.. well, i’m head over heels for you. you deserve to know and im sorry i’m only telling you this now. i can’t hide it anymore, i really can’t do it. i love you. a lot. and i-“ you didn’t let him finish, pressing a hard kiss to his lips as he melts into it with a groan.
summary: pt.1 of more fake texts between reader and girl dad! haechan! telling haechan you’re pregnant for the first and second time! life with baby bears and husband!girl dad!haechan
genre : small coastal town romance. first love. fluff. pining. suggestive. angst.
warnings : none. slight show of anxiety. meet cute with someone that isn't our main lead.
summary : is first love meant to be the way it is for the town's golden boy and everybody's baby angel?
word count : 2.3k
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You feel like you’re drowning, suffocating under the continuous added layers of perfume and hairspray. Voices unable to match with their owners, bouncing around different conversations and vibrating against the high ceilings of the hub.
The only thing that has been grounding you is the hands that keep you securely in the middle, protectively barricading you within their familiarity. Soothing you. But you feel that Yunjin is unable to hide her excitement as her focus has been zig zagging between you and the atmosphere, falling in love with its entirety.
It’s been motivating, to see her so passionate and all fired up, it drove you to attend all the lecture classes that Yunjin practically pleaded with her eyes to attend. Introductory lectures on college experience seminars. Every guest speaker. An endless pile of brochures. Hauls of freebies and trips to the onsite bookshop had done anything but slow her down.
Yunjin’s eyes had rounded, the sparkle doubling as she engaged in conversation with equally interested attendees next to her.
“I have to ask him,” Yunjin’s excitement has made its way into her voice, her usual smooth tone raised a little in joy and her attention on a particular professor’s area of expertise. She gives your arm a last squeeze, a quick check in with Chaewon before she approaches the professor with bumbling tension.
“I’ve never seen that girl so excited,” Chaewon snorts. You nod in agreement.
Chaewon, nowhere near as excited to attend the amount of lectures as Yunjin but attending anyway. She, more or less, has been there to be your moral support.
With a slight push against a large broad back that almost tramples you both, Chaewon concedes with both arms raised, her grasp becoming stronger, “Let’s get a coffee.”
Your sigh of relief is all Chaewon needs for permission, coming behind Yunjin and her lively mannerisms to intercept her growing bag of tertiary consumerism, the older girl securing it over her shoulder. Yunjin casts a quick look at the thief before continuing her conversation, her joy no longer contained by any material restrictions.
The walk to the coffee stop is shorter than you thought, but the volume decreases so significantly that your ears feel like they’re ringing. The quiet is welcomed by your relaxed smile and the creamy hot chocolate that Chaewon orders for you.
While Chaewon pours her packet of extra sugar over her large caramel latte with a chocolate swirl, your eyes scan the different rooms of the first floor. Doors each marked differently. Study rooms numbered 1-3, stray music rooms and an island of fancy seats with a charging dock.
One room though, piques your interest, “Hey-”
Chaewon’s attention is on you in an instant, her tongue tucked into the crease of her lip in anticipation, “Yeah?”
She sips at her latte, eyes closing briefly at how good the taste is before she tries to follow your line of vision.
“Dance room,” You smile at the girl in front of you. Knowing her next actions as if you wrote her in your journal pages.
Chaewon’s eyebrows skyrocket upwards in intrigue, “Yeah?”
You nod, your smile growing even wider. Chaewon stands, “Well, it can’t hurt to check out the competition…”
Her short hair bobs as she jogs to the doors of the dance room, immediately finding a small gap in the paper barrier of privacy. You follow after her, feeling like little girls on sugar as your hands find a home on her shoulders using her as leverage to tip toe over her. .
“Woah,” You murmur your appreciation, drinking in the large mirror and the clean surface floors. The different coloured lights are so different to the ones at your high school. Chaewon, although less than impressed, is still raving.
“Fuck I could kill for that space,” Chaewon groans. You chuckle, knowing that Chaewon complains about the lack of space in her own studio at least twice a week, “You need to date someone in the dance major purely so I can use this room.”
Your lips curl, “Mmm, maybe.”
“Mmm, maybe,” Chaewon teases, “You barely even try to play along with me. He’s on your brain a lot, huh?”
If the warmth blooming on your cheeks and spreading across your chest is any indication, shes right. And she knows it.
“Excuse me?” The voice that interrupts you is both unfamiliar and the baritone rattles your gut. You turn around, hoping the residue of embarrassment has completely rid itself from your face. A tall figure stands a reasonable distance from your table, but close enough for curiosity to muddle with your brain. He’s handsome, an envy-inducing pretty face and a disarming gaze that is made obvious when his eyes jump between the two of you.
You realise that you’re the only one that’s walking up to him a little too late, the alarm on your face laughable and Chaewon’s attempt to rein it in is completely ruined by her shaking shoulders and uncontrolled pig snorts. You grit your teeth, facing the boy meekly.
He swallows, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to- you know. You dance?”
“I don’t,” Your hand falling to your chest, before referring to Chaewon with a polite hand instead of a rude finger like she deserves, “She does though.”
Chaewon waves, her smile unaffected by your thoughts of displeasure and anxiety.
“Oh,” The boy coughs, “Sorry, I just- honestly I saw this shifty dude around your bags so I came here…”
You turn to look in the direction he's looking, making a small note of a suspicious figure hanging around the hub, checking tables and every corner available. When you turn, your expression is mildly thankful, choosing to accept the kind concern of the guy in front of you.
“Oh, thanks,” Casting a quick glance back at the possible offender, you smile back at the incredibly handsome boy in front of you, “Do you go to university here?”
The boy shakes his head, “I’m thinking about it though. I’m a little stuck on choices at the moment but my older brother goes here so it’s always going to be an option….”
“Really? That’s cool. What’s his major?”
His smirk is completely involuntary, “Dance.”
“Ohhh,” You muse, “That’s why.”
His laugh is melodic and smooth, “That’s why.”
“I’m Y/N by the way,” You greet, loving the confidence that has settled into you as you greet someone new. Finding it as pleasant as it is rare. There’s something about people like him that brings something out in you.
The boy bites his lip slightly, “Hyunjin.”
You really wish you didn’t get so distracted so easily. If it hadn't been for the gasp you let out and the suspicious guy, then his name wouldn't have been stolen so sharply. Only possibilities are left over. You thought that maybe his name ended in 'Jin'...or it could have been '-Chin'. '-Shin-' was an option as well.
You don’t know.
And if it wasn't for the way you clutched at his wrist, he would've noticed you had difficulty getting his name. He would've noticed that the shifty guy had made an attempt to steal from a table, leaving only a commotion as he flees. He would've noticed it all, if he had not been captured by you, "Oh my god I just saw him steal.'
Chaewon, though, will remember that moment for a lifetime. Her baby growing up and rizzing every boy in her bubble.
Hyunjin's lip trembles at an attempt to keep his temptation at bay. He so badly wants to say something like 'you owe me' like the cool guys do in all those movies.
But he doesn’t want to be creepy.
Or too much.
Or fucking cringe.
So he withholds, instead he lets himself get suckered in by the fact you're still touching him. Your hold on him isn't necessarily flirty but he's smitten regardless. He thinks he may even adore you at this point, because he can tell you don’t even know you’ve got him like this. Too cute. Too sweet. Angelic.
Then, the worst thing that could ever happen happens, '-Jinnie.'
Hyunjin almost curses. Thoughts of homicide running amok as his older brother, who's own smile has grown at the sight of a pretty girl having a literal hold on his younger brother. Hyunjin himself wants to sigh. The utter torture he's going to have to endure from the moment he hops into the lonely car all the way into next month already traumatises him enough to create distance between you both.
“Uh I gotta go,” Hyunjin murmurs, insanely fed up already, “Nice meeting you.”
“You too, wait wait-“ You’re so sweet about it, and his heart flutters as you hurry to place one of the little free marshmallows on his palm, “Thanks for saving our bags, Jinnie.”
If Hyunjin was stronger or more honest, he would've admitted he didn't like marshmallows all that much. But you bet his ass ate it because you offered so sweetly, so heartwarmingly - he ate that marshmallow you gave him with the biggest grin on his face. His brother's incessant and irritating teasing powerless against his good mood.
Jinnie, you called him Jinnie.
When the handsome boy leaves, you turn around, pout on your face because your cup is not as warm as before and Chaewon is still in need for a stern talking to after the shit she just pulled.
However, you're pleasantly surprised by the appearance of Yunjin again that the conversation is forgotten as soon as it was remembered. Wanting to seek her validation and her comfort, you start to let out a mumble of a whine-
“He was cute,” Yunjin sings.
Your face falls into deadpan, both girls giggling and rolling their eyes at your expense. You send a quick smack to Chaewon’s arm who rubs the slight sting away.
“We get it,” Chaewon smirks, “You already have a boy at home to rizz up…”
Oh my god, seriously?
Chaewon laughs at your flustered and bumbling state, stuttering all over the place. You’re seriously so cute.
“What did the professor say?” You turn to Yunjin who has only resorted to smiling at you fondly, her look almost motherly before your question resonates and has her bumbling back to the girl she was before, almost hopping as she explains the theories that the professor had either proven or disproven.
She continues her story, her arm locked in yours as she explains wholeheartedly. Her voice volume is less passionate as the train station nears, her energy depleting. The urge to snooze becoming more and more appealing.
The three of you pile on the snacks, Yunjin picking out an assortment of fresh fruit, Chaewon stocking up on chips, cheese and crackers with a whole jar of pickled relish and then finally you with a block of chocolate and sparkling juice.
Chaewon lets out a small noise of amusement, “We’re so very grown up.”
You pay separately, meeting up in the middle to use the paper bag that Chaewon brought. The air is noticeably more crisp as you exit the train station supermarket, finding warmth in the overhead headphones that you had decided to bring along with you. A few stragglers of equally exhausted people leave the clean train quiet, preferring the comfort of their own thoughts and relying on their music or readings to entertain them. The three of you are comfortable, Yunjin opting to cuddle into Chaewon and leaving you to listen to your playlist by yourself to your heart's content.
The trip takes three hours, yet it feels like only one.
When the train pours into the familiar environment, the glittery horizon of an orange blue sea and buildings a lot smaller than the skyscrapers that had loomed over you all day. It’s comforting, paired with the smooth R&B tunes playing in your ears.
Home.
It instantly has your shoulders relaxing, making you realise just how tense you have been all day. It’s indescribable, how good home feels to you. How good home is for you. A notification pulls you away from the view and you check it habitually.
How was it?
A simple message and it sends you into an emotional overload. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything - a question that your Mum could have sent you. But it’s different because it’s from him.
“What’s got you so happy?” Chaewon’s voice is slightly husky from her admittedly better than expected nap.
You turn the phone screen toward her, watching as her eyes flick across the message. The smile on her face deepens as she sees how affected you are.
“Reply to him,” Chaewon urges, then she closes her eyes jokingly, “Here, I won’t even look. I’m not here.”
The narrowing of your eyes is half hearted, already raising your phone closer to you, potential branches of where your conversation leads to is racing through your head and has you obsessing over the little details.
“Dreamy,, he likes you just….tell him how your day was,” Chaewon advises, “Be honest about it. He’ll reply to anything you say, trust me, you could say you sand your mermaid tail scales down and he’ll find a way to reply.”
You take her advice appreciatively, amusement and nerves in your thumbs. You begin with the good things before letting your thoughts become more and more honest as his replies continue with so much interest you want to chastise yourself by how worried you were. You even mention Jinnie. Which gets you a little weird conversation you’re trying not to be so delusional over.
Oh.
Was he hot?
Honestly, he was a little. Very pretty.
Hmm. Did he give you his number?
No
Did you? Give him your number?
No..
I didn’t haha
Good girl x
Good. Girl. Good girl. He said ‘good girl.’ With an ‘X’. An ‘x’ was a kiss. That was something, right? Right? He was flirting just now, right?
Okay, i’ve gtg now. Am I seeing you tomorrow?
If you want to.
I do
You bite your lip in anticipation, your fingers dancing across the screen boldly. It’s nerve wracking.
summary. you've kept your secret for all of six months, mostly to keep your friends - him - safe. when he finds out, it puts your skills of truly wanting to keep him safe to the test.
or in other words, he's your mary jane. the damsel in distress. and he may or may not be happy about it.
pairing. protective med student!hyuck x spiderwoman!yn, feat. nomin
words. roughly 10.3k~ish
genre. friends to lovers, angst, general fluff, serious mutual pining, seriously, they know they like each other and so does everyone else, some action? idk i wrote this after obsessing over the latest spiderman movie it just took me a century to post it, technically two kiss scenes.
warnings. a bi jaehyun is a Very Bad Guy™, like a bit unhinged and does not nice things. you have been warned. also mentions of blood, injuries, guns, things blow up etc. it's an action based au, whatever else comes from that. also i know nothing about med school, sorry.
p.s. i use an -almost- direct line from tom holland's spiderman... see if you can spot it... hehe
donghyuck wasn’t sure how he ended up in this position.
categorizing his injuries quickly like his training taught is what helped him stay grounded. his ribs felt as if they had taken a severe beating, and his head was throbbing.
probably a concussion.
his eyes burned from the blood that leaked down his face into them from a gash he got earlier, facial wounds always bled worse he reminded himself. he was nauseous but he assumed that was from the overwhelming smell of smoke from the explosion that destroyed half the building.
he brought his hand up to cradle his head, his ears were ringing so loudly. and they just kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing, and…
“hyuck, please! focus!” he finally heard the yelling over the sound of sirens going off in his head.
he blinked once, twice, trying to get his eyes to lock in and focus; he searched around to try and find the sound of the voice that had yelled for him.
his blurry vision tried to clear but it went in and out in intervals. with the moments spent in focus, he saw you, standing over him, shouldering a very heavy looking slab of concrete, arms shaking from the weight.
“hey, hyuck, are you with me now?” you groaned, face screwing in exertion.
he noticed your suit was torn in places, your mask long since forgotten, dust and debris littered your face and hair. you were bleeding from cuts on your face and even though he could see you physically shaking from trying to hold up the weight, he saw you sigh in annoyance at him.
“hyuck!” you yelled this time, frustration lining your voice.
“yeah,” he croaked out, his voice coming out gravelly.
“yeah, i’m here now.” he squinted up at you, watching as your frustration ebbed away and you smiled.
even in all this, you still smiled at him. and that’s when everything came back in a flood, and he realized…
donghyuck was playing his game loudly on his PC, rapidly clicking his mouse and yelling through his headset.
“jaemin, no, no, dammit! now i’m dead because you – jeno, don’t yell at me for yelling at your boyfriend, i just died!” donghyuck whined dramatically into the mic, and he jumped a little when he heard his door open and click shut.
“hyuck,” he heard your familiar voice calling softly from across the room. since he was dead anyways, he swiveled around in his chair, a smile already working its way on his face, but the moment he saw you, he froze.
his brain took a moment to process what he saw and even then, it still didn’t make any sense. his mouth opened and shut rapidly, trying to form any semblance of a thought, any attempt of words but eventually he landed on just your name.
“y/n is there? turn on your camera so we can say hey!” he heard jisung say through the headset. you seemed to have heard jisung and you rapidly shook your head no, putting a gloved finger to your lips. you made a motion pointing at his headset and made a slicing motion across your throat. when he didn’t move a muscle, you repeated the motion more frantically, eyes almost seeming to panic. putting your hands together in a plea, then repeating the charades of telling him to turn off the game.
finally he acted, clearing his throat before saying, “no, y/n isn’t here but she is calling. i’ll get back on later, bye guys.” and he was met with a chorus of “ooooh the girlfriend is calling” and what donghyuck thought was very childish kissing sounds coming from chenle and jisung, but regardless of how childish it was, it still caused a blush to creep up his neck and make its way into his cheeks.
clicking the headset off and dropping it around his neck, he and his red cheeks focused back on you. standing across the room, you were dressed in a red and black skintight suit, with a giant spider across the chest.
“you’re cosplaying now?” he asked with an eyebrow raised, his voice taking on a sarcastic tone. “you never showed any interest at all in spider-woman when we’ve all discussed her, and where did you get that costume? it looks nicely made, you nearly failed homec in high school so…”
he watched as you took a deep breath before opening your mouth to say the unbelievable., “it’s not a cosplay. it’s not a costume. it is my suit. it was technically a gift but… i am spider-woman.” you raised a finger for each point you made, your face and tone showing extreme seriousness that he would have found almost comical if he hadn’t begun to notice your face had become a little paler than when he had first seen you enter. narrowing his eyes slightly, his brain trying to figure out what was going on, he went on to huff a laugh. “you’re so full of shit.”
“look,” you ran your hand through your hair and sighed, donghyuck noticing you had started to sway a little, but you began to emphasize your points by talking with your hands again as you spoke. “i know this is a lot to take in suddenly, and i’m gonna go ahead and apologize to you for lying to you these past six months, i didn’t know how to properly tell you that ‘hey i was bitten by a radioactive spider and now i can do things i can’t explain’ because i knew you’d act like this, but i don’t have anywhere to go right now and i really… really need your help.”
and that’s when you swayed so hard, you staggered against the standing dresser sliding down its front, shaking it so hard that his textbooks fell off.
donghyuck flew across the room to kneel by your side, noticing your breathing was a little labored. you laughed a little at how quickly his demeanor changed from sarcastic to serious.
“okay, okay. you’re spider-woman and you’re forgiven for lying, what happened?” he said, going into what you called his No Nonsense Mode. he ran to his desk to grab his med kit and rushed back to your side.
“i was shot and the bullet is lodged in my arm, and i can’t remove it myself, i’ve tried and i can’t heal unless it’s out. i need you to pull it out.” it was matter-of-fact the way you spoke about what had happened to you. donghyuck placed his stethoscope on your chest and listened for any irregularities, not missing the way his heart lurched when you mentioned you were shot with nonchalance. once he couldn’t find any irregularities though, he got out scissors and began cutting the fabric away from the wound on your arm, that he wasn’t sure how he didn’t notice it earlier, but, he told himself (in his defense) the majority of the suit was black, it didn’t really stand out.
“you really should have gone to the emergency room to have an actual doctor do this.” he scolded softly, taking gauze and wiping away the excess blood from the site.
you snorted. “what? just, swing into the ER and go, ‘i can’t take off my mask for you but i need you to treat my gunshot wound’? yeah, that’ll go smoothly. besides, you’re a doctor.” you murmured as you watched him rummage in his kit for whatever tool he needed.
“i’m training to be a doctor, i’m not a doctor, yet. there’s a literal board certified difference.” he corrected, cutting his eyes at you. you lifted your other hand in surrender.
“it’s all the same to me.” you replied.
“how have you not needed me before now?” he asked before taking off a cap of a bottle and looking directly into your eyes as he said, “this is going to sting a little.”
“i heal quickly, broken ribs are nothing but – ah, shit!” crying out sharply in pain, eyes bulging at the liquid that burned worse than you thought it would.
“you said sting, you liar!” and he smirked at you, your heart leaping a little at the look. “that’s for lying to me.”
“yeah, sure. a huge identity secret that could get all my friends and family killed that i kept secret to protect you means you can hurt me with alcohol. sure, sure.” you rolled your eyes as he shrugged.
“it’s all the same to me,” he quoted you, but then frowned a little. “i’m going to dig it out now. and this will actually hurt, do you need me to grab something for you to bite down on, or… or squeeze?” he asked, his laser-focused attention shifting from your face to the hole in your arm.
you shook your head and gripped your thigh tightly. he nodded and began to find the object that was keeping you from healing yourself. you could feel the bruises start to come up on your knee as your arm shook from the pressure you applied to try and take your mind off of the pain your best friend was inflicting on you.
you watched his face as a distraction and distantly thought it was cute that he stuck his tongue out between his lips in concentration. after agonizing minutes, he finally let out an excited, “got it!”
he showed you the offending metal excitedly between the long medical tweezers and you let out a heavy sigh of relief, and you could feel your body jump into overdrive to try and heal the area.
“i think i’m going to pass out, and if i do… just leave me here. i’ll wake up in thirty minutes, tops.” you mumbled a little too softly before doing exactly what you said you would do, and slumped over onto donghyuck’s lap. considering you warned him beforehand, he only let himself panic for all of thirty seconds before he grabbed a pillow from his couch and gently moved your head from his lap to the pillow.
he rummaged around in his kit for more gauze and started to clean the area of the blood that had gushed out during the process of him removing the bullet, as he did so his hands froze midair. he could only watch in awe as he saw your skin start to heal itself, the tissues and skin closing up from the inside out. and sure enough, within thirty minutes, it was as if you had never been injured, and five minutes after that, you stirred awake. you blinked a few times up at him, and he continued to stare down at you as if he were mapping out the details of your face.
“you lied.” he said, and you groaned, throwing an arm over your eyes.
“i told you i was sorry!” you immediately went on the defensive.
“it took you thirty-five minutes, you said thirty tops.” he raised one eyebrow, giving you his signature irritating smirk that always gave you butterflies.
you thought for a moment, “hmm, must have lost more blood than i realized.”
you both stared at each other for a few awkward seconds before you let out, “so you’re…. not… mad at me? i wanted to tell you the moment i found out, i swear. but every chance i got i – ” and your voice came out smaller and smaller with each word, more than you had hoped it would. you weren’t sure why, but you knew that if he was angry it would hurt you more than you had realized it would.
“hey, chill. how could i be mad?” he sounded confused, looking away to put something in his kit. “no, i couldn’t be mad at you. i can rationalize why you did it. it makes sense why you didn’t tell me. but no more secrets from here on.” he cut his eyes over at you sternly.
“promise, no more secrets.” you agreed with a nod.
“but… now that i know…” he said, stern look morphing into a more mischievous one and the smile he wore made you shift. “i have so many questions.” the intense staring contest came to an end when you smiled back.
“alright, shoot.” you offered and sat up. when you noticed he gave you an instant unamused look, you amended sarcastically. “oh, too soon? sorry. you may proceed, your majesty.”
and oh, he did.
two hours of nothing but rapid fire questions, answering everything from:
“what are your powers?”
“the powers of a spider, hyuck.”
“yes, i can tell, but what exactly can you do?”
to:
“have you really robbed banks like that tabloid said?”
“do i look like i’m suddenly millions of dollars richer to you?”
after the intense game of twenty thousand questions, he seemed satisfied with all of his answers he received until he came down to the last one.
“what were you doing when you were shot?” he asked, deep concern written all over his face. you had scared him, you realized. he was just now processing everything that had happened, the excitement was falling away so he had to deal with what had happened and you had frightened him more than you thought you would.
“there’s a mob boss, he’s trafficking in a new kind of drug that is killing so. many. people. i think he may have manufactured it to kill but i’m not sure on that part. i was getting close to the warehouse, and he knew it. i ran into an ambush, but not before i destroyed a case of the drugs. they seem to be highly flammable somehow but anyway, there’s still so much more though, hyuck. i just acted first this time before coming up with a plan.” you became more and more enthused as you spoke but when donghyuck didn’t respond, you looked up to find him picking at his fingernails. he did this when he had something to say but wasn’t sure if he wanted to say it, you noticed in elementary school and it was his biggest tell when he had secrets. which meant he never really had secrets from you.
“hyuck, what is it?” you leaned over and touched his fiddling fingers, stilling them. he waited a few more moments before looking up and making eye contact.
“you’ve been doing all of this for six months… alone. and it’s… it’s dangerous. you’re… why are you choosing to be reckless?” his voice came out accusatory but small, almost a little unsure of himself. and it made you pause, because it was so unlike him. your hyuck, the extremely smart med student. almost overly, frustratingly self-confident, was always self-assured, but the last half hit an uncomfortable spot in your chest. a spot that signaled an argument. your eyebrows drew together and you tilted your head to the side.
“it’s dangerous, yeah, but it’s nothing i can’t handle. i’ve been handling it. and i’m not being reckless. i can’t just not use this to help people. it happened to me for a reason.”
“yeah but,” he hesitated again. he didn’t want this to come out the way he was worried it was going to. “you could get hurt, you have been hurt! what if you didn’t make it here in time? this screams recklessness to me.”
“it… it doesn’t matter if i get hurt, and i did make it here in time… look, when you can do the things i can, and you’re given a chance to help but you don’t, and then the bad things happen… they happen because of you.” you argued simply, your voice taking on a tone of pleading to match your eyes.
“it doesn't matt- it matters to me!" hearing you say your life wasn’t as important to you as others nearly gave him a heart attack. he was almost rendered speechless at those words. keyword: almost, "you could be killed! what part of that don’t you get? everything you just said isn’t heroism, y/n. that’s just self-imposed guilt.” he yelled, the sudden rise in his voice startling the both of you.
“no, it isn’t. it’s taking responsibility!” you responded, teeth clenched.
“respons-,” he cut himself off, completely incredulous. he all but rolled his eyes at you, “why do you feel responsible for people you’ve never met?! you could be killed, killed y/n. what part of that don’t you get?”
“yeah, hyuck, i could. believe me, i get it. but so could you, at any given time. people are dying, and if i can help them, then i will.” you didn’t raise your voice, but the bitterness that seeped through your still clenched teeth wasn’t easily controlled.
“people are dying because they’re choosing to take illegal drugs.”
“and you think that just because they chose to get high, off of something they were lied to about, that they should be murdered?” you were incredulous this time at the notion, eyebrows nearly in your hair.
“that’s not what i’m saying!” he threw his hands up, and you stood up abruptly.
“really?” you flung your hands out, exasperated beyond belief. “because it sure as hell sounds like it. it’s not just addicts taking this drug. it’s college kids experimenting. it – it could be our friends next! just trying a normal college experience!” and he scoffed at the defensive stance you took, arms crossing over your chest. he rolled his eyes and that just pissed you off even more. you weren’t sure why he was taking this stance, and it felt like he was against you. this was the argument that your body had warned you of.
“it could be jeno, or jaemin, or… or even mark next. at the next party, they may just try something, or, or get something slipped to them, and then what?” your tone was serious. you meant what you said.
“mark doesn’t do parties-.” he started sarcastically but you cut him off with a scoff.
“that isn’t the fucking point! you’re becoming a doctor to save people, i was given these abilities to do the same. why does it feel like i’m the only one willing to try? why does it feel like you’re… you’re judging me for it?”
“how could you say that? i’ll take an oath to do no harm in a few years, it will be my job to save people’s lives. responsibly. not doing it illegally, like a vigilante. not getting myself injured in the process, not getting myself killed.” he spat out the last sentence with such vehemence that you had no retaliation for it, mouth dropping in a silent gasp.
you just stared at him before shaking your head slightly. you walked across the room and snatched your discarded mask off the floor.
“thank you for helping me.” was all you said and he could only watch as you threw open the door and climbed out of the window in the hall you had originally crawled through. he could only partially see as you slung away. he took a moment to replay the argument through his head and he smacked himself hard in the forehead. he was stupid. he started the argument because he was worried and his smart mouth did what it always did, got him into trouble.
why was saying, ‘i’m worried for you, please be careful next time’ so hard for him?
he crossed the room and closed the door, banging his head softly against the door and mumbling,
he hadn’t spoken to you in three days, not that he hadn’t tried. numerous texts and voicemails apologizing profusely for what he had said, but he received nothing in return. he had even let slip during gaming with his friends that he had upset you and you were refusing to talk to him.
they all immediately sided with you without even knowing what the argument was about, with jaemin throwing in a ‘you probably opened your stupid mouth and said the opposite of what you wanted to’, and donghyuck couldn’t even argue with that. they knew him well.
but with what was going on, he was, unfortunately, a little distracted doing his clinical hours at the hospital overnight. it was his turn in the ICU, the department he wanted to be in once he graduated. he just couldn’t get the image of your face out of his head when you left, and it made it hard for him to focus.
he had really hurt you, and after having the time to think about it, he understood where you were coming from. you wanted to make a difference, you had always been that way even as a kid, and how could he expect anything less? he was becoming a doctor to do the same thing. what made him any better? he knew if it were him in your shoes, he’d have done the same. he already knew the reason that made him react so negatively.
because it was you.
“lee!” the attending doctor yelled at him, snapping him out of his musings. his head snapped up instantly and he rushed over to his side, he wasn’t technically allowed to help yet but he was to shadow and learn what he could from observation. an ambulance had wheeled in a drug overdose victim, and the nurses were running around.
he finally got a good look at the patient and that’s when he stilled. the guy was in his coding class that he took as an elective, yangyang. he knew he was a good guy, a little on the strange side but he and his friends were the same. donghyuck noticed another guy he knew from around campus was hovering near the curtains edge.
xiaojun was biting his fingernails in worry and donghyuck could tell he had been crying. his attending doctor had called for narcan and so donghyuck made his way over to xiaojun. he looked up from yangyang, eyes lighting up for a second as he recognized donghyuck and he started fumbling over his words instantly.
“we-we were in the club, we hardly drank anything but a maybe a couple of beers and then all of a sudden he just… just f-fell out on the floor. they were saying it was a drug overdose but – but he doesn’t do drugs. he’d never touch them. he – he, wouldn’t. he didn’t do this.” donghyuck was about to offer words, when the doctor yelled at him to get xiaojun out of the way.
yangyang had started seizing, and he knew that xiaojun didn’t need to see it. placing a gentle hand on xiaojun’s shoulder, donghyuck escorted him away and the nurses closed the curtains. seeing this up close proved that he needed to find you. if he didn’t understand you before, he fully understood now.
his shift had ended, yangyang had been barely stable and instead of going home to sleep for his classes in the morning, he went the opposite way to go to your apartment. it was late, but he was hoping you’d be awake.
if not, he’d just wake you up and deal with it when you hit him for it. when he realized the elevator was down he sighed, assuming this was his karmic punishment, he made his way up the five flights of stairs and down the hall to your room.
standing in front of 606 he raised his hand to knock but the door opened before his hand met the wood. he figured it was the senses you had told him about that let you know he was there.
you stood in the doorway, face completely impassive. he coughed once, and scratched the back of his neck.
“i’ve been texting you, and calling…” he trailed off watching for your reaction.
“i know.” your response was cold.
“i’m really sorry,” he started again.
“i know. even jeno has told me. is that all?” and his shoulders drooped a little. when he didn’t respond for a moment, you started to close the door and he put his hand up to stop it, saying all he had to say in one quick breath.
“you were right. i was worried, and i just saw you bleeding and you acted like it was no big deal even though you had been shot and i couldn’t understand it and i’m sorry, really sorry, i reacted that way, but you were right… i… i saw what you were talking about today at the hospital. i saw it, and you were right.” your stony demeanor fell away, because you knew you couldn’t really stay mad at him, and worry seeped in.
you moved out of the way of the entrance to your room and he stepped inside and made his way to sit on your couch. he heard you close the door and shuffle across the room behind him. his elbows rested on his knees as he stared at the coffee table, and you sat on your knees in front of his field of vision.
“are you okay?” you asked, taking his hands in yours.
“it was a guy in my class, you know yangyang?” you nodded in answer and he breathed in shakily. “we… we got him stable for now but he, he wasn’t actively doing drugs. his friend said he never touched any, he was probably slipped something and – you were right. it could have been any of us.”
“it’s scary to watch happen, especially when it’s already too late to help, i know. i’m sorry you had to see it, but this lets me know that they’re getting bolder. a club? right. they’re going to make a mistake soon, i’ll be able to stop it then. you won’t have to see it again, if i can do anything about it.” your voice was honest, and earnest. donghyuck knew you meant it completely, but it made him wonder if you had already seen it be too late after trying to help, and how you were dealing with that trauma or if you were ignoring it.
taking a breath, he finally took a look around the room and you had your computer open and papers strewn around the desk like you were planning something. he got up and walked over to the papers, and he found they were annotated blueprints.
“it’s their main warehouse, i finally found it. i’m coming up with a plan this time. to save me from another hyuck scolding.” he heard you over his left shoulder. he turned quickly and his face came within inches of yours, but neither of you went to move away. his face heated at the close proximity, and you smiled knowingly at the reaction.
“i can hear your heart racing, what’s making you nervous? the plans…” you said looking down at the papers then back up, “or me?” you smirked at the way his eyes widened at the question.
maybe jeno was right after all, maybe you both were aware of how you felt about each other.
he hesitated before answering with an honest, “both, i think.”
“good,” was all you said with a grin.
“i want to help you,” he said looking down at you, searching your eyes for the part that he knew would cave.
“did you suddenly get bit by a radioactive spider too and gain superhuman abilities?” you snarked, taking his usual stance in the conversation.
“no, but i can be your person in the background helping you out. your guy in the chair, you know?” you hesitated at that.
“why not just my doctor in the hospital? i don’t want you to get hurt,” you replied, breaking eye contact to toy with the sleeve of his jacket.
“and you can?”
“i heal quickly,” you retorted. “you don’t.”
“i won’t get hurt, i’ll be sitting behind a computer helping you out with whatever you need. i’m pretty good at hacking things when i want to, if the almost choosing cybersecurity as my minor could remind you.” he wiggled his eyebrows at that and you laughed. you shoved his shoulder, and offered a hum to agree.
“fine, since i know you won’t back down. but don’t you dare think that i’ll take you anywhere near the big guys with the scary guns. i’ve been working on making my suit a little more bulletproof, so what happened last time won’t happen again as easily.” you said gesturing to the table where your sewing machine sat with other materials he couldn’t quite make out. before he could ask another question, he yawned wide, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth.
“do you want to stay here?” you offered to him, and he shook his head.
“i have a class at nine, i should head home.” and at his response you smiled a smile that seemed almost evil and he leaned away, eyebrows knitting together.
“why did you make that face? i don’t like it. stop it.” he joked, laughing a little at how uncomfortable he felt with the mischievousness of the smile.
“oh come on, you love my face.” you responded, expression not changing at all.
“yes but…”
“let me take you home.” you said, gripping the arm of his jacket and he finally connected the dots and he actually stepped back half a step at that as if it had offended him.
“oh, hell no!” he rejected the idea instantly, just the idea of heights making his stomach churn. you started to peel off your t-shirt you were wearing and he covered his eyes to avoid seeing something he shouldn’t, but you just scoffed at him. you tugged his hands away from his eyes and he saw you in your suit.
“i don’t know if i’m going to get used to that,” he whispered. he watched as you walked to the window and opened it, waving him over.
“you will, eventually.” you called. he stepped to the window, you were already on the other side standing on the fire escape. he hesitated, his fear keeping him from wanting to step onto the rickety metal. you reached your hand out to him.
“don’t you trust me?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes and his heart jumped a little at the question and the sight of you.
“yes,” he breathed before taking your hand and climbing out onto the landing that was a little too small for the both of you. he was chest to chest with you, and he couldn’t get his heart to calm down with how close you were to him. the air was cold and your breaths came out in little clouds and mixed together before dissipating.
he didn’t miss the way your eyes flicked to his lips before you shook your head slightly, he desperatly wish he could know what you were thinking but you only leaned over to grab your mask from the desk that was next to the window. you closed it firmly and turned away, and donghyuck let his body relax a little at the bit of space you created between the two of you.
“i need you to hold on to my neck, if you get scared then wrap your legs around me.” and he paled at the idea.
“i think i’m a little too –.” you cut your eyes at him, and he corrected himself. “right, sorry. super strength. got it.” you pulled the mask over your face while tugging up the black hood over your head, leapt up on the railing in a crouch before standing, perfectly balanced and turned to him.
“come on, then.” he awkwardly stepped closer and reached out, you tugged him up on the railing with ease and he wobbled. he wrapped his arms around your neck to stabilize himself and he laughed a little wildly.
“this feels a little backwards, usually it’s the man that holds the damsel close.” he joked, avoiding looking down at the ground that was a far drop.
“yes, well, i’ll make sure to tell the next spider to bite a man to save you the indecency.” he didn’t have to see it to know you were rolling your eyes. and before he could say that wasn’t exactly what he meant, you reached out your hand, wrapping your arm around his waist and suddenly you both were falling and his stomach had dropped to the ground without him.
he couldn’t even scream out in fear, his breath caught instantly in his throat. but his eyes were taking in everything around him, the city lights at night from this height were breathtaking. the adrenaline mixing with the awe made him speechless, and he slowly felt safe with you, his body getting into the gentle rhythm of the rise and fall as you swung in between the buildings.
“this is beautiful,” he said, barely above a whisper, and you turned your masked face slightly towards him.
“it is, isn’t it?” you replied, and he could hear the smile. a few minutes of peaceful silence later and you used a lamp post to swing and land. arriving in front of his apartment building safely and in one piece. donghyuck breathed a sigh of relief to be on the ground but ultimately couldn’t stop the beautiful smile that was stretching across his face.
“that was exhilarating!” he whisper-yelled. you stepped forward and brushed his hair down to control it from where the wind and swept it all over the place.
“it’s a rush for sure,” you replied and he laughed.
“so you’re a bit of an adrenaline junkie now, huh? i would be.” he said, staring at your mask, wishing he could see your face.
“you could say that,” you let out a laugh at the look on his face. when neither of you moved, you coughed and it sounded nervous to him. he gently reached up to try and tug your mask up with both hands, but you placed your hands gently on his and halted him. he wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, all he knew was that he wanted to see your face.
“you should go in and get some rest, i’ll text you in the morning, okay?” your voice was so soft, and his heart ached. eventually he nodded. “goodnight,” he said and you hummed. you leaned up and pecked him on the cheek through the mask, smiling under it as his heart kicked off within seconds.
“goodnight, hyuck.” and then he watched as you shot a web up to the same lamp post and crouched precariously on it. you sent him a small wave and you shot off into the night, he watched you go until you were out of sight and he stepped towards the apartment building entrance.
he got out his phone and sent you a quick text before making his way to the steps of his building. he fumbled with his keys to the main door when he heard shuffling behind him. he turned towards the sound of the noise, but didn’t get a chance to see before he was sucker punched in the face and the last thing he heard was deep, mocking laughter.
you were sound asleep, and then you weren’t. a loud banging at your door had you jumping from your bed as if you had been struck by lightening. you checked your phone to see the time, and as you noticed it was half past noon.
you also noticed you had fifteen missed calls and twenty-three text messages, all from your friend group. majority coming from jaemin and jeno, and two texts from hyuck. the knocking persisted and you groaned to your feet. feeling that the knocker wasn’t dangerous, you flung open the door to find a disheveled jeno. he was slightly out of breath and you could only assume he ran the entire way here.
“what’s going on, jen?” you asked, voice still groggy from being woken up so abruptly. you rubbed at your eyes, still trying to wake up.
“donghyuck’s gone,” was all he said and you felt icy fear trickle down your back, your face draining of color.
“what do you mean? he’s probably at class, or the hospital.” trying to be rational, and jeno was already shaking his head.
“no, jaem said he didn’t show up to class and i went to check his apartment and i don’t think he ever made it up to his place because i found his keys near the stairs. and – and there was blood.” at that you were sure your heart stopped. you numbly walked from the door to sit on your couch, staring at the wall. jeno followed you in after closing the door behind him and stood in front on you.
“y/n.” you didn’t respond.
“y/n.” he said and he kneeled in front of you, the same way you had done the night before with hyuck. you didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even blink.
“y/n!” he said, voice a little louder and more serious, and his hands shook you gently. the tone and movement breaking you from the trance you had been put in at the news. you finally focused on his face, and he sighed.
“there you are. i can’t have you spacing out now on me.” you could only nod as an answer.
“i need you to find him, i know you can.”
“what? i don’t –.” and he cut you off with a stern look.
“get yourself together, go put your suit on, and find whoever took him.” and your eyes widened at his statement, your mouth dropping. before you could even deny it, he sighed dramatically.
“i already know. and so does jaemin. we both figured it out after the first month when you didn’t need your glasses anymore, and that one time in the courtyard when you caught that frisbee heading toward your head that you didn’t even see.”
you were speechless so you only answered with a, “ahhh…”
“and your suit is right there on the table.” he smiled at his little joke. “but don’t worry. your secret is safe with us.”
you looked over your shoulder, of course you’d left it out after finishing up adding the enhancements you were working on late last night after dropping hyuck off. you were regaining your thoughts again, and you got up and walked over to the papers that were strewn across your desk, leaning against your desk as you stared at them. jeno stayed put near the couch.
“do you know who took him?” he called over and you nodded, knowing there was only one group powerful enough to do this that you had severely pissed off.
“yeah, i think so. i told hyuck i was coming up with a plan, but i don’t have time to really get the plan together now. they’re not the type of people to really keep… hostages.” you let out a heavy sigh and dropped your head. you felt a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you brought your hands up to rub your face. suddenly a thought registered and you froze. you ran to your phone, and picked it up. opening your messaging app, you skipped the frantic texts from your friends and landed on the messages from hyuck.
clicking on the notifications, you slapped a hand over your mouth. the first one read,
3:37am thank you for dropping me off, talk to you in the morning :)
and the next message was a picture of hyuck, head drooped to rest on his chest, and you could see blood trailing down the side of his face. he was tied to something you couldn’t quite make out. attached to the picture were the words,
come alone.
you knew he was in danger. you were painfully aware. but to see it so clearly made your breath quicken and you felt a sob escape your throat. jeno picked up the discarded phone and swore sharply.
hyuck was in danger.
hyuck was in danger.
hyuck was in – your senses were in overdrive and you tried to get a grip on it. if you couldn’t get this under control, how would you be able to save anyone? one important person to you in trouble and you became useless? no that wasn’t going to work. it was just that you yelled at him about what if your friends were next, you told yourself, you just hadn’t registered the same would apply to you just yet. to him.
the thought of hyuck being in danger had your resolve steeling itself. you felt anger begin to course through you in place of the fear and you stalked over to the table and you yanked your clothes off, not caring that jeno was in the room. you shoved the suit on angrily, and turned to jeno. your mouth was set in a straight line. he could only stare wide-eyed and mouth dropped at you in your suit, first time really seeing that it was you in it.
“you’ll get used to it,” you said, fierce determination set on your face as you put your hands on your hips. “don't tell hyuck he'll be so jealous but... i think i’m going to need yours and jaemin’s help.” jeno only nodded as you threw on your clothes over your suit, grabbed the papers and you both stormed out of the room.
walking into jeno’s apartment he shared with jaemin, you followed quickly and located jaemin studying at the kitchen table, medical books scattered across the table.
“jaemin?” he called to him.
“hmm?” was his answer.
“jaem!” he said, more urgent this time. jaemin looked up and when he noticed you were with him, he shot up and rounded the table.
“did you find him? do you know where he is?” jaemin said, nothing but worry on his face.
“i know where he is i think, but i will need your help. i just found the blueprints last night to the place and i haven’t had time to memorize the layout, that’s where i need you two to help me. jen says you already know everything already, so…” and she unzipped her jacket to show her suit underneath to jaemin.
“that’s still so cool to see,” jeno whispered, eyeing the colors and the giant spider. jaemin narrowed his eyes at jeno.
“focus,” he hissed. jeno raised his hands in surrender.
“what? you can’t say it’s not.” jaemin rolled his eyes at him and turned his attention back to you.
“whatever you need us to do, anything… just tell us.” you moved some of his books to the side, putting a piece of paper to hold the spot in the ones that were open, and laid out the blueprints to the building. jaemin and jeno hovered behind you, each of them taking a shoulder to look over and you explained the half-assed plan you put together on the walk over.
“there are only two entrances to the building, but since it’s two stories, and i don’t necessarily need doors, i’ll enter here on this window, it’s the dark side of the alley, hardly anyone will be there, i hope at least, and make my way through the building. i find hyuck, get him out, and if the building blows up with the drugs inside… then it’s a win-win for us.”
“you’re going to blow up a building?!” they exclaimed at the same time, both turning to look at you.
“this is a kingpins warehouse,” you said to jeno before turning to jaemin, looking between the both of them as you spoke. “he’s manufacturing drugs that are killing people. blow up the supply, and stop the deaths. maybe i can trap him in there until the cops come and it saves more lives than hurts.” jeno nodded as he understood but jaemin was pensive.
“it feels a little too dangerous, something could go wrong.” he said.
“of course something could go wrong, but hyuck is in danger!” you argued instantly, before deflating. “this… this is the only plan i’ve got.”
“maybe we can… take some more time. think about this. come up with a better plan.”
“we don’t have time!” you fumed, shoving your hand in your jacket pocket to grab your phone. you pulled up the picture you had been sent and all but shoved it in jaemin’s face. “he’s hurt! he could be killed if i don’t… i have to save him. i have to save him, before he… before he dies. because of me.” the fear was coming back, doubled up with extreme guilt and you tried to clamp down on it before it bubbled over. you felt two steady hands rest on your shoulders.
“we get it. we’re with you, not against you. we’ll help you.” it was jeno, and you nodded, looking up at the ceiling for a moment to get a rein on the tears that threatened to spill. you rummaged in your pockets again and pulled out another phone.
“my suit,” your voice cracked a little and you cleared your throat. “my suit is connected to this phone, you both can stay here and help walk me through the building. or call 911 if anything goes wrong. i worked on this last night for hyuck, when he offered to do what you’re doing for me now. and look,” you turned on the phone.
“when i do this,” you pressed on the side of your mask above your ear and the screen reflected black. “you can see what i can see.” you pulled out your mask and turned it to look at all three of you. your faces showing up on the small screen of the phone, various stages of stress.
“you made this yourself?” jeno asked, grabbing the phone and inspecting it.
“pretty much, yeah.”
“you’re really smart.” and jeno saw the unamused look you gave him through the screen.
“well i didn’t get into this school on my dashing good looks, did i?” and you let out a laugh. jaemin let out a sigh of relief and you looked over your shoulder at him.
“you’re back, i was worried you wouldn’t be able to crack jokes like you usually do, didn’t want you to go in tense to save him.” and you smiled at them both. it wasn’t a full smile, it didn’t reach your eyes, but the effort was there.
“i’m back. and i’m not going to let him die.” you pulled your mask over your head and snuggly put it in to place and tugging up the hood to follow.
you waited until night fell, crouched down on the building across the street from the warehouse. the temperature kept dropping and even though you couldn’t feel it through the suit, you were worried about hyuck.
“he’s going to be okay,” you heard jaemin say through the mask.
“how did you know?” you asked, surveying as a few of the lackeys got into the car from the alley you were about to enter through and speed away.
“it’s what i’d do if i were you.” was his answer. you shot a web across the street and slung your way over to rest on the side of the building above the window. you tugged it open easily. with a deep breath, you told them you were going in and slunk through the window, gently closing it shut behind you.
you made your way through the building, turning down hallways the two told you to, opening and closing various doors along the way. all of them turning up empty. you eased your way up to the ceiling and made it down to the first floor where you heard idle chatter.
“i don’t think she’s coming. she’s going to leave you here to die, my friend.” and that was him. the head of all of this and he had hyuck’s head lifted up by his hair, forcing him to look him in the eye. hyuck surprised you by smiling, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth and it had stained his teeth.
“i hope she doesn’t come, just so she doesn’t give you what you want. just to piss you off.”
“but i want to see the desperation and anguish when i kill you, i live for it,” you couldn’t see his face but the way he said the words made your lips turn up in disgust.
you heard jeno come through on the mask, “i can’t wait to watch you kick his ass.”
“yes, well,” the kingpin continued. you still couldn’t see his face as he moved around hyuck, but he wore an expensive suit decorated with gold details. “i have what she wants. do you really think she’d let you die so easily?” and hyuck spit his blood out on his expensive shoes. the kingpin threw hyuck’s head back and it cracked loudly against the concrete wall he was tied to.
“you’re awfully pretty, you know. i could use you. maybe sell you out a few times. break that spirit of yours, make some money off of you before i killed you, or… maybe keep you for myself.” the kingpin mused out loud in a way that could have sounded like he was reading off stocks instead of hyucks fate, all while toying with a strand of hyucks curls gently. finding no better time than now, you released your grip on the ceiling.
“i’d be willing to buy him off you,” you said sarcastically, dropping down to the ground in a crouch. your sudden appearance made all of his guards pull their guns and aim them at you. “for a heavily discounted price, of course. that one has sass for days.”
you didn’t miss the annoyed glare hyuck shot at you from where he was sitting.
“y/n, be careful.” you heard jaemin warn in your ear.
the kingpin turned fully to face you for the first time and he smiled at your sudden entrance, and the sight of him made you pause.
he was breathtakingly handsome, and surprisingly young. the smile creating dimples in his cheeks and his hair was perfectly styled. he screamed ceo, a business man in disguise.
“kill her,” was his order before everything went by in a flurry. knocking the gun out of the first guards hand that rushed you, you punched him hard in the face, knocking him unconscious instantly.
“what a right hook!” you heard jeno whoop. two more rushed you from the side, and you leapt up in the air, round house kicking one into the other. the force of the kick sending them across the room.
you looked up to find a gun pointing directly in your face, senses telling you to duck in time as he fired.
crouching low, you swept his legs and knocked him out once he was on the ground. jerking your head up quickly you took notice of the only two left, and you shot webs to the walls directly behind them. they sneered at you condescendingly, “you missed us.”
you only cocked your head and you jumped up high and pulled hard, using the momentum to pull you forward. you kicked them both hard in the face at the same time, neutralizing them at once. you internally winced at the sounds of their noses cracking.
“you’re so badass, where did you learn to fight like that?” jeno said in awe. you didn’t answer him. you turned quickly to face the kingpin again, and you froze when you saw the sight. he had hyuck by the hair again, untied and standing, neck fully exposed. his dimples smile directed at you as he held a needle in his left hand centimeters away from hyuck’s throat, and he kept his chin on hyuck’s right shoulder.
“if he injects him with that -.” jaemin started and you cut him off.
“i know,” you murmured between clenched teeth, voice coming out more curt than you intended.
“take off your mask,” the kingpin requested of you happily. you stood up from your low stance.
“why?” you asked, not moving an inch. your brain was in hyperdrive trying to search the room for another option. you would accept any option at all to help at this point – and there. in the corner. you found it.
“because i want to watch your face as i kill the man you love.” you pretended to pause to think, bringing your finger to your chin in dramatic fashion.
“i will… but only if you tell me your name,” you responded.
“i don’t think you’re in a position to bargain here.” he still smiled, the grin starting to pull at his lips in a way that looked painful. you wished he would stop. the insanity of it all crossed your threshold of comfort ages ago.
“you’re right, but i would at least like to know the name of the man who’s about to kill me. consider it chivalry.” you figured when you survived this, you’d have some sort of leverage. the smile he gave you as he pondered grew more insane, and it made you uneasy.
“my name is jaehyun. what’s yours?” he chirped, a little too happily.
“ah, ah, ah,” you tutted while wagging a finger at him, letting forced amusement filter in your voice for his sake, “you only get one. my face, or my name.” shifting to one foot, you rested your hand on your hip.
feigning nonchalance was not your strong suit, but it helped when your face was covered. jaehyun didn’t hesitate with his answer.
“face.” and it was your turn to pause. you didn’t want to do this.
“please don’t,” hyuck whispered to you, eyes pleading with you, and jaehyun tugged his hair harder, earning a hiss from hyuck.
“come now. a deal’s a deal.” he scolded you both gently. your head slumped slightly as you reached up to your hood and tugging it back. then your hands made their way to your face slowly and you could hear both jeno and jaemin’s protests in your ears.
“y/n, don’t!” they shouted through the headset. you tugged off the mask, head down and with your hands open in a surrendering motion, you laid the mask down against the knocked out guard.
so they could still see.
so they could still call for help in case something went horribly wrong.
you finally looked up to make eye contact with hyuck first, you were surprised when you didn’t see fear there anymore. he looked a little proud, and somehow, also angry.
you finally dragged your eyes away from hyuck’s and looking jaehyun directly in his. he dragged his eyes up and down your body, your senses going haywire with the way he was looking at you, chills traveling down your spine making the hairs on your neck stand on end. everything about this man made your body scream danger.
“you’re surprisingly beautiful… you know what? i’ll make a deal. tell you what, you let me use you instead, keep you as mine only, and i’ll set him free.”
“just like that?” you asked, noticing how his hand drifted slightly away from hyuck’s neck.
“just like that,” jaehyun laughed, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that seemed hungry for a moment, the stare going on far longer than socially acceptable. you resisted the urge to scowl.
“no,” was all hyuck said. the finality in his voice made you jerk your head.
“where do you think you have the footing to defy me?” jaehyun murmured into hyuck’s neck and he inhaled deeply.
god, he was so fucking weird, you couldn’t help but think as the corners of your lips tugged down.
jaehyun still looking intently at you, he grinned widely at the grimace you made at the semi intimate action. you could only watch as jaehyun’s face grew darker and his eyes lit up brightly as an idea struck him.
the insane man stared at you as he forced hyuck’s head to face him, you were out of his line of sight and hyuck struggled against his hold to be able to see you again but immediately froze when jaehyun kissed him hard. it wasn’t a passionate kiss, it wasn’t meant to be romantic. but one with a hidden purpose. it was meant to hurt everyone in the room.
you took a step forward and raised your arm slightly.
“stop it.” your voice was soft.
hyuck didn’t move, keeping his lips shut tightly but it still didn’t help the rage that was bubbling up. jaehyun didn’t seem bothered by hyuck’s struggles, and he finally released hyuck’s mouth at your request and licked his lips. he was satisfied with the emotions he knew he had created in you and rested his head on hyuck’s neck again. you ground your teeth together, trying to compose yourself.
hyuck caught your eyes, and you could only hope the look in yours screamed that you were sorry for getting him caught up in this. you couldn’t help but begin to blame yourself all over again.
hyuck shaking his head caught your eye, he was good at reading you. his eyes burned with a sort of defiance and you felt a bit of tension leave your shoulders at that. he didn’t blame you, neither should you. it wouldn’t be that easy, but it was a start.
after long seconds, jaehyun broke the silence, not being able to handle his lack of understanding in the silent conversation.
“you know, i could keep you both. i could have so much fun with the both of you.” he purred and he waited patiently for your response.
“absolutely not,” you and hyuck said together instantly. jaehyun visibly pouted.
“fine,” he huffed, looking up at you from the crook of hyuck’s neck. “i guess i’ll just have to kill you both then.” jaehyun’s hand that was still gripping the needle moved forward, and as if everything moved in slow motion for you, you shot a web to stick his hand to the wall with the needle, and shot another web that stuck to hyuck and yanked hard, pulling him close to you, grabbing a fistful of his hoodie and pulled him close to make sure he wouldn’t fall from the force.
“hey,” he breathed, relief washing over him as he stood so close to you. he couldn’t relax fully but to be near you calmed him somehow. “if you wanted me close, you could have just asked. the man you love is more than willing.” he flirted shamelessly, smirking shakily down at you. he was trying any way he could to break the tension somehow and you rolled your eyes with a smile.
“glad to know you’re still you.” your senses alerted you, and your body reacted on its own. you shoved hyuck to the ground before you even knew what the danger was. realizing a second later what as the sound of the gunshot rang. it hit you fully in the chest, knocked you on your back and you slid across the ground several feet.
the scream of your name you heard hyuck yell broke your heart, you never wanted to hear that again you decided right then and there. as you regained your breath that had been knocked out of you, you groaned aloud, noting somewhere in the back of your mind that if jaehyun was paying attention, he now had your name and face. you would worry about that later.
you struggled to lift yourself on one elbow, a little sore but you didn’t feel the pain that you did the time before. the modifications worked, examples by the fact that you brushed off the bullet as if it were dust. you couldn’t miss how it infuriated jaehyun as he was still stuck to the wall, his face turning red in anger. you slowly rose to your feet.
“damn, dude. can’t even kill a girl right, can you?” you taunted, and you noticed he angled his gun towards hyuck who was scrambling to get up to come to your side and in the same second you grabbed the gun you had landed next to. you found the mark you had noticed earlier and shot the beaker filled with a liquid that you were sure it was flammable if the labels on the surrounding areas were anything to go by. the small bunsen burner underneath it ignited the liquid and started a chain reaction. you stepped in front of hyuck, pushing him back down to the ground to protect him as the explosion rocked the building around you.
you had smiled down at him, and all hyuck could think to say was, “i’m so sorry, this is all my fault.”
“what?!” you exclaimed, and grunted as the weight pressed down further.
“if i hadn’t -.”
“not now hyuck, you know damn well that none of this is your fault. if you don’t think it’s my fault, then you can’t possibly think it’s yours but we can talk about that later, now please, can you stand?” it took hyuck longer than he’d like to admit to process the question, but eventually he nodded. he groaned as he stumbled to his feet, grabbing his side as it revolted against the movement. definitely bruised, maybe cracked.
“good, good.” you said, “now if only you could move about six feet away, that would be…” the slab shifted and your knees buckled slightly. “that would be great.”
“i’m not leaving you!” he argued. and your patience ran thin, the weight and panic of trying to save him getting to you.
“now is not the time, donghyuck! please!” you yelled at him, crying out in frustration at the situation. it caused him to pause, you never used his real name, always the shortened version you had decided on calling him since you were kids. he wavered for a moment, internally arguing with himself before stumbling away the distance you had asked. he turned back to see your knee buckle under the weight and he wanted to reach out to you.
“no, stay there. give me…” the slab shifted again and he watched you sink lower against the weight. “give me a few seconds to think.”
“y/n, you don’t have seconds!” he was frantic now with worry, watching you struggle.
you looked up to glare at him, “you’re not helping!” then your vision drifted to over his shoulder and a familiar idea popped in your head. you shifted as minutely as possible, freeing a hand. you shot a web across the room to the opposing wall and you wrapped your hand around it tightly.
“when i move, this will fall. cover your eyes or turn away. preferably both in case this crushes me,” you ordered, half joking as always, before taking two steadying breaths, once you had watched him turn halfway, and he wasn’t moving further than that, you yanked, pulling hard with all the strength you had left. the slab shifted instantly and the weight worsened but not before you were flung far from the collapsing chunk of building.
the crash of the cement slab echoed loudly in what was left of the room and hyuck ran to your side as you lay on the ground. he turned you over and at your smile, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. you sat up to look at him fully, eyes taking in his injuries. tears sprung in his eyes, and he held your cheeks in his hands.
“you’re okay.”
“you’re okay.” you parroted back at him.
you leaned forward slightly but before you could move more than an inch, his lips crashed into yours. there was a sense of need, urgency and passion in this kiss.
as if the kiss was solidifying that you were safe, you were here. one of his hands traveling down to your waist, pulling you tightly against him, the other holding onto your face like he was afraid to let go.
your hands made their way to his hair and he notated in the back of his mind that it hurt but it didn’t stop him from moving his lips against yours. after what felt like hours, you both finally separated, and he rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breaths. he couldn’t take his eyes off of your face.
“if i had known getting kidnapped and almost murdered would have made you bolder, i would have told you much sooner.” you joked against his lips, pulling back a bit to smile up at him and he gave you his signature smirk as usual. you paused and tilted your head slightly away and strained your ears, sirens.
“police are coming, guess jeno and jaemin assumed something went wrong,” you said, slowly rising to your feet and reaching out a hand to help him up. you scanned the room quickly trying to catch sight of jaehyun but came up empty. you halfway hoped he had died but something told you that wasn’t the case. and you stopped yourself, realizing that you’d feel guilty for that train of thought later.
“well they assumed right – wait, what?!” he exclaimed and he struggled to his feet but overall was far more steady than he had been minutes before. you attempted to walk a few steps away from him but he refused to let go of your hand, so you tugged him along to pick up your mask that had dust covering it.
“i’ll tell you when we’re away from here,” you smiled at him before raising your mask slightly, hopefully showing to jeno and jaemin if they were still watching that you both were alive.
“you ready for another trip through the city, my style?” and he seemed almost childlike in his response, his giddiness showing through his grin he gave you.
His ears pricked up the moment he heard the door open. He immediately paused the TV and looked over at you. “Y/N! How was your day?” He asked excitedly. Haechan’s enthusiasm at any hour was your source of sunlight, your fuel for the day. But now it was just breaking your heart knowing that you wouldn’t be able to reciprocate it that night.
“It was fi-fine,” you cursed under your breath as your voice broke, alerting Haechan even more as his expression narrowed, concerned. He stood from his place on the couch as he made his way over to you. As he took your hands into his he furrowed his brow further with worry as he noticed the attempt of a smile that barely reached your eyes and the telltale red painted across your cheeks. It was the undeniable sign you’d been crying.
He reached up to cup your cheek. “Are you okay darling? Why are you trying to hide it from me?” The second question was sterner, a gentle encouragement for you to tell the truth.
You could only reply with a sniffle, trying to hold back the dam of fresh tears threatening to appear. His heart broke at the sight of it, and he immediately pulled you into his arms, wrapping them tightly around your shoulders. He pressed kisses into your hair, gently running his hand up and down your back comfortingly. “It’s okay Y/N, I’m here, I’ve got you. You’re allowed to cry with me.”
You couldn’t hold them back any longer at your boyfriends comforting words, and soon enough your shoulders were shaking with sobs. Haechan continues to rub your back softly, offering whispered praises and reassurances every now and then. Only when your tears began to die down did he pull away from the embrace, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks softly with his thumb. “Come on, I think it’s time for you to get some sleep.”
He gently pulled you into your shared room, and patiently encouraged you to change into your pyjamas. Once you were changed, Haechan coaxed you into bed, wrapping one arm around your waist and using his hand to pull your head to his chest. The sound of his heartbeat calmed you down as you focused on the feeling of being in his arms, his warmth comforting you.
“I’m so proud of you, my love. Please don’t hide your emotions from me. Get some sleep and we can talk in the morning.”
It was in that moment you realised Haechan’s arms were your safe place.
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A/N: I’m so sorry this is all over the place and weird for my first timestamp it was written on my phone in the middle of the night. Please let me know if you enjoy these timestamps and thank you for reading lovelies <3
