#lee donghyuck

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make up sex with haechan 💋

having an argument with stressed haechan over work which leads to soft, slow love making 😇

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, angst with a happy ending, y/n / reader insert

"i feel like recently we haven't been spending much time together. I know youre busy because of work, but it still hurts." y/n tried to explain, looking at anything in the room other than the eyes of the man infront of her.

"are you serious? ive been working my ass off day and night for this album and youre thinking of yourself? typical. everything has to be about you." he responded, the physical exhaustion visible on his face, but nothing compared to the harsh tone that was far from the normal, sweet and caring donghyuck.

"hyuck you missed our date... twice." y/n managed to croak out, attempting to hold back her tears.

"because I was at practice for 12 hours! you keep demanding from me all the time and im sick of it! if youre this bothered by my job then maybe we should end things."

the silence in the room was palpable, as still as a frozen lake.

"what..?"

"no y/n thats not what i-"

"whatever." y/n whispered, her hands clenched into fists to hide the fear instilled in her body.

y/n walked out of the living room and surged up the stairs until she reached their shared bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

seconds after closing the door, the woman immediately burst into tears. she lay down on the bed and cried into the pillow until she couldn't breathe anymore.

the scent of haechan on the pillows were torture, a physical reminder of who she's truly in love with, leaving a dull and aching pain in her heart.

the pair had been together for almost 6 years now, they almost never fight and to the public, they seem like the most head over heels couple to ever exist.

that was true for the most part. the only thing that could attempt to separate them was haechans work, which is a big part of his life and according to his company, must be his number one priority over everything.

y/n has tried to understand it for years, she understands how hard he works, how much he loves his job and how at times he can feel burnt out and exhausted, needing some time to be alone.

but whenever he starts to take it out on y/n, it just results in both of them being upset and their relationship being harmed. they both know it.

suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open slowly and a guilty looking haechan appears from the other side.

he approaches the bed with a delicate ease and sits down beside the visibly upset y/n.

"baby... im so sorry." he whispers, his voice a stark difference from the previous anger and prostration.

the room remained silent as y/n chose to ignore him.

"you know I didnt mean any of that right? I've just been feeling really stressed recently because of work and I know I shouldn't of took it out on you. I love you so much my angel."

"you said we should end things.." she uttered under her breath, gaze meeting his eyes for a few seconds before haechan chose to look away.

"I was just angry. im sorry, I really am..." he started to lay down beside her on the bed unhurriedly.

"I dont think you realise how much I love you." his hand began to trace patterns on her hip and he gradually got closer to her.

there was a second of uncertainty before haechan leaned in and allowed their lips to meet. the kiss felt reassuring and comforting for the both of them.

haechan made an attempt at pulling away to catch his breath, but y/n pulled him in for another kiss.

his lips were soft and warm, allowing y/ns tongue to easily slip inside.

he rolled the pair of them over so haechan was on top of y/n, hands at either side of her head. eventually, their lips parted, a chain of saliva connecting them as they stared into each other's eyes, panting.

haechan didnt speak. instead, he removed his shirt and leaned in to kiss her again.

y/n sat up and removed her own shirt as well before haechans hands slid up her back to unclip her bra, revealing her round and tender breasts.

haechans mouth travelled down her neck and to her chest, leaving hot and wet kisses down her body before taking one nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

y/n moaned and grabbed his hair instinctively. instead of continuing, haechan pulled away and pulled his pants and boxers down in one go, exposing his hard length which was coated in precum.

"do you want this?" he whispered, positioning himself on top of her as he waited for her response.

"yes.. please.." y/n nodded, fumbling to take the remains of her own clothing off.

he entered gradually and gave her a moment to adjust to his size before he began to move with a heavy, agonizing slow rhythm as he attempted to turn the physical connection into a silent plea of forgiveness.

y/n moaned softly and wrapped her legs around his hips, forcing him deeper.

haechans loses his rhythm for a moment in response, before leaning down and pressing his forehead against y/ns, every slow deliberate thrust feeling like an attempt at forgiveness.

"god look what youre doing to me..." he panted as he began to slightly increase his pace, his muscles going rigid from the effort.

"I missed this... missed you..." y/n spoke as she digged her fingers into his shoulders.

the rhythmic creak of the mattress filled the room as haechan moved inside the woman beneath him, the sounds of their moans beginning to echo throughout the bedroom.

with every slow and deep movement, haechan pressed kisses on y/ns temple, whispering praises and words of encouragement.

"look how beautifully you take me.." he huffed, voice strained as y/n started to tremble beneath him.

the soft curve of his ass began to contract every time he pushed forward, rising and falling in a continuous arch before relaxing when he draws back.

y/ns moans grew steadily louder as their orgasms collectively built up between them.

y/ns head tosses to the side, eyes squeezed shut as haechan continued to thrust slow inside her.

"im close.." she managed to whimper, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life.

haechans pace becomes slightly more desperate as he buries his face in her neck to hide his expression.

the proximity allowed y/n to hear haechans sounds of pleasure and breathlessness directly in her ear, causing her back to arch off the bed and meet his weight with a sharp tilt of her pelvis.

"oh god.. gonna cum in you.. gonna cum.." he warned with a ragged gasp.

y/n sobbed out loud, "yes..! cum inside me.. haechan- ah! please!"

the tension snaps all at once with a violent creak of the bed followed by absolute silence.

y/n feels the heavy soothing warmth spill inside her as his muscles finally soften.

haechan collapses on top of her, panting and sweating from the activity as he holds himself still inside her, allowing her to feel his release.

"im sorry.." he whispers into her ear before pecking her lips weakly

"I love you."

their lips meet once more for a final, passionate kiss.

"I love you too, haechan... so so much.."

[jellyjaehee]

when tomorrow didn’t come.

a/n : I mostly wrote this for the people struggling mentally, I hope things get better for you and you open up before it gets worse, I also went through it and thought writing about depression as the best way to spread awareness!

genre : angst

warning : depression, suicide, ed, in general just mental struggles…

summary : Haechan loved you through the bad days.

He stayed when you couldn’t explain what was wrong, reminded you to eat when you forgot, and held you when the weight of everything became too much.

He thought he had more time to help you.

He didn’t know he was running out of it.

You we’re tired.

You had always been tired.

At first haechan didn’t think much if it since everyone was tired at some point.

School was draining every last piece of energy out of you, exams were coming up, parents pressured you, teachers assigned homework, staying up late at night just to wake up early.

So whenever you curled up next to him after all the exhaustion you’d mumble ‘im tired.’ He’d kiss your temple and tell you to get some rest.

He didn’t realize that eventually this exhaustion would mean something else.

You stopped texting him, sending him random pictures of what you we’re doing and most importantly you stopped complaining about school.

You felt like a burden, complaining about something everyone was struggling with. Who we’re you to act like school was pressuring you so much when others had it worse ..?

It got to a point where even Haechan was worried sick about how you we’re doing.

Because you would complain about the world like your life depended on it, this sudden stop wasn’t something normal for someone like you.

Haechan used to love the old you, who he feel in love with, the person who send voice messages late at night, pictures of your messy desk, paragraphs about teachers you secretly hated.

But now his phone was silent.

So he texted you.

And so you waited, twenty minutes later there he was, knocking on your door.

You opened the door wearing an oversized hoodie, hair messy and eyes tired.

Haechan look at you for a few seconds.

He didn’t say anything.

He just held up a bag.

‘Food.’

‘I told you I wasn’t hungry though..’

‘I know’

He walked inside anyway, you followed hos every move with your eyes and saw him unpacking the food he just bought for you.

‘You’re annoying.’ You spoke up after the silence, still watching him place the food on the table.

‘I know’ Haechan replied not looking at you, being too focused on taking care of you.

He smiled at you slightly

You didn’t

He noticed

He aways noticed.

But he didn’t know what to do..

So he made you sit beside him and tried to make you laugh…

Sometimes it worked.

Sometimes it didn’t.

And when it didn’t, he stayed anyway.

As the weeks passed, school became heavier.

You’d sit at your desk, tired, unable to focus while staring at a piece of paper you didn’t bother reading.

You books we’re open, laptop was on, your assignments we’re there.

But your mind was somewhere else. Even when you finally started reading the exercises you had to make you kept feeling more exhaustion creeping in your already tired body.

Then you’d look at the clock, three hours passed.

And suddenly you hated yourself for wasting three hours.

And so the cycle repeated.

You fell behind.

You became stressed because you we’re behind.

You became too exhausted to catch up.

Then you hated yourself for being too tired.

Haechan saw it all happen.

One evening he saw you asleep on your desk.

Your cheek was pressed against the cold desk, a pen still loosely held between your fingers.

He carefully grabbed it from your hand.

‘Y/N’

You didn’t wake up.

He looked at the dark circles beneath your eyes. The half finished assignment, the untouched food beside your laptop.

His smile disappeared.

He gently woke you up.

‘Come to bed.’

‘I have to finish.’

‘You’ve been studying for hours.’

‘I have to.’

‘You’re exhausted.’

‘I’ll sleep after.’

He crouched beside your chair.

‘Y/N.’

You finally looked up at him with your glossy eyes.

‘I can’t keep doing this.’

He went quiet.

You looked away.

‘I don’t know what wrong with me..’ you spoke up trying to fight the urge of crying and breaking down in front of him.

‘There isn’t anything wrong with you.’ He reassured you, seeing the tears build up in your already tired eyes.

‘You’re just overwhelmed.’

I shouldn’t be.’ You looked up to avoid his gaze.

‘Why?’ He tried to follow your eyes but since you looked away lightly grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

‘Everyone else can do it.’ You finally blinked making a tear fall down you cheek that you immediately wiped away feeling so ashamed to be seen in front of haechan like this.

He reached for your hand, catching a short glimpse of the tear rolling down your cheek right before you wiped it away.

‘You don’t have to be everyone else.’

You look down at your intertwined fingers.

For a moment you wanted to believe him,

You really did.

After that one night Haechan started checking up on you more often.

Not because he wanted to control you,

Because he was scared.

He would start texting you more often.

‘Good morning’

‘Did you sleep well??’

‘Eat something before school.’

Sometimes you’d answer, sometimes you wouldn’t.

And when you wouldn’t, he’d stare at the screen for hours.

Then Haechan would text you again.

‘Just tell me you’re okay.’

You eventually did.

I’m okay.

Those two words eventually became your favorite.

one friday, you seemed better.

You laughed at dinner.

Smiled more often.

Were talkative.

Haechan finally felt relieved, he thought maybe things we’re better now. When he left that night, you hugged him for longer than usual.

He held you tightly appreciating the moment.

‘You okay?’ He murmured not trying to ruin the vibe.

You nodded against his shoulder. ‘Yeah.’

‘You promise?’

You hesitated but still replied ‘I promise.’

He kissed your forehead, feeling reassured everything was finally back to normal.

‘I love you’ three words you both hadn’t said in a while…

‘I love you too.’

He smiled before leaving.

Neither of you knew it would be the last time you’d say it to each other…

The next morning, Haechan woke up expecting your usual ‘good morning’ message like usual.

Nothing.

He checked his phone again.

Still nothing.

He texted you,

No reply.

He called,

No answer.

He told himself you we’re sleeping, then he told himself your phone died, then he told himself you we’re sleeping…

By noon, he called you again.

By three, couldn’t focus on anything anymore,

What the hell was taking you so long?

By evening, his chest felt tight.

Then his phone finally rang after waiting for so long.

It wasn’t you…

It was someone else.

‘Hello?’ Haechan spoke into the phone confused.

Then he heard a voice he didn’t recognize say his name.

And everything felt unreal, like someone was pulling a huge prank on him or something.

Haechan couldn’t remember how he got there, he couldn’t remember putting on his shoes, couldn’t remember leaving the house nor driving the car.

All he remembered was what the person on the other side if the line told him, and it felt like his heart broke into a thousand pieces.

Such a small world.

Too small for something like this to be happening to him, to you.

He kept waiting for someone to tell him it was just a mistake.

That they called the wrong person, that you we’re elsewhere.

But nobody did.

He stood there with his phone in his hand, the same one you used to endlessly text on and call.

You last text message was still open,

‘I love you too’

He stared at it until the words started blurring his thumb hovered over the keyboard.

He texted

‘I love you too’

And deleted it.

Typing again,

‘Im coming over’

And guess what? He deleted it again.

And again

Until he typed out the words

‘You forgot to say goodnight..’

A broken laugh escaped him.

Of course you couldn’t answer,

You were gone

Gone

He put his phone down so he could cover his face with both hands feeling foolish, as if it was all his fault.

For months, he asked if you were okay.

And every time, you’d say yes…

He remembered all the times he’d accept that answer feeling relieved.

All the times he’d kiss your forehead and leave because he believed you were okay.

He wished he knew the difference between ‘I’m tired’ and ‘I don’t know how much longer i can do this…’

He wished you’d told him.

That he would’ve asked you differently.

He wished he’d stayed that night.

He wished-

So many wishes.

And not one of them could change anything.

Weeks later, he went into your room. Everything was still there. Your books, your clothes, the little things you would leave scattered.

On your desk the notebook you would always fall asleep on.

Haechan picked it up.

A small piece of paper fell out from one of the pages, naturally he picked it up and started unfolding it.

It wasn’t a letter, it wasn’t a goodbye.

It was just a stupid little reminder you had written yourself.

“Finish chapter 7.”

He stared at it. And suddenly he started crying, not because of the note itself, but because it was so ordinary.

Because you had plans for the next day.

Because you still had unattended homework.

Because there had been a chapter you thought you’d get to finish.

Because somewhere inside all the pain, there was still a version of you expecting and wanting tomorrow to come.

He sat down besides your desk.

He sat down in your room, all alone. With an useless piece of piece of paper. Or so it seemed like an useless piece of paper to others.

He whispered ‘you should’ve told me.’

‘I would’ve listened’ his voice broke mid sentence and that was the cruelest part.

Because for the first time after months Haechan was ready to listen.

You just weren’t there to speak anymore.

[realcherryyy]

How likely is it that Haechan truly loves and cares for me? Even though I have nothing to offer him but my admiration and affection?

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