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ephemeral | l.dh. (l.hc.)

e·phem·er·al adj. lasting for a very short time.

pairing: donghyuck x reader

genre: somewhat royalty au (? not sure how to describe it, but it’s not modern), fluff, angst, young!donghyuck, young!reader, ft. brother!doyoung and donghyuck’sbrother!taeyong

word count: 1,542

warnings: none

summary: you make a new friend at a dinner party that your family is attending. there is much in common between the two of you: you love eating biscuits, you love dancing, you love pretending to be stiff-lipped adults when you don’t have a care in the world.

a/n: this was originally a timestamp but then it ended up being 1.5k and well… guess it’s a fic now :’)

“For you, my lady.” Young Donghyuck pretends to bow the way he has been taught, and he holds out a flower to you that looks suspiciously similar to the ones in the planters.

Your response is a “thank you, kind sir” that is stifled by your hands as you accept his gift, giggling as he hands it to you. You spin and your intricate lace dress flares out around you, and Donghyuck laughs when you almost fall over.

The dinner party you both are at is being hosted by a mutual friend of your families. Though this does not mean that your families are on completely good terms with one another, tonight they have at least been able to maintain a sort of cordiality while in each others’ presence.

Donghyuck and you have never met before, not until he noticed you struggling to reach a biscuit from the light snacks table, when he decided that he would help you. His first instinct had been to tell you that your pale pink dress and matching pale pink bow looked nice — it was his go-to at events like this, where there were many people to please and he had to be polite. But when you had turned to him with eyes shining and a cute “thank you”, the words had died in the back of his throat, and all he could do was stammer out a “yes”.

You learned that he was seven years old, like you, and he learned that this was not your first social event, like him. You both had older brothers (Donghyuck had pointed out one of his, Taeyong, from across the room), you both preferred chocolate wafers over vanilla, and you both liked to look at huge chandeliers while standing right underneath them (and every time you did this, your brother Doyoung would come and scoop you up to get you out of the way, as if he was scared it would fall on you).

And, with so many things in common, you wonder why you and Donghyuck have never even seen each other before.

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[7:23 am]

for you and boyfriend!jisung, holding hands is a big no-no. there’s something about the act that makes both of you kind of nervous — a mix of anticipation and shyness, much like the feeling that comes right before stepping barefoot onto sand wetted by the ocean.

but recently, it’s gotten more and more difficult for jisung to restrain himself from brushing his hand against yours. this morning, as the two of you are walking to school in the winter weather, your hand is just so tiny, dwarfed by your sweater sleeves that fall midway to your fingertips...

as the wind picks up, he notices that you rub your hands together to generate some heat. you breathe on them afterwards, the air around your mouth curling into mist, and you smile.

from behind his coat collar, jisung smiles, too. he finds himself biting his bottom lip to conceal his grin. it’s the little things that make you happy, and it’s the little things about you that jisung loves.

something similar to courage rises in him, and with a burst of impulsiveness, he takes your hand in his, slipping them both into his jacket pocket.

you stare up at him, eyes wide, and he realizes that he may have just made a terrible mistake. “oh —” he begins to pull your hand out, embarrassed that he didn’t think things through. “but if you don’t want to — sorry, i forgot to ask —”

“no, no it’s okay.” you keep your hand in his pocket, allowing the heat of the fabric to warm your fingers. “thank you.”

“well —” he stammers out a bad excuse. “um, you looked cold.”

the general positioning of your arms forces you to walk more closely next to each other, shoulders bumping occasionally. the two of you slow to a stop, waiting to cross an intersection, and jisung uses that pause to spare a glance at you.

you’re trying to see your breath again, exhaling in small puffs that creates fog in the air in front of you. after one particularly clear breath of mist, you catch his eye, grinning proudly as if to say, yes, i did that, and you give his hand a small squeeze, lacing your fingers with his.

jisung has to look away so you don’t see him smiling like an idiot. the winter chill blows over his face, and the redness from his nose spreads across his cheeks, all the way to his ears.

but if anyone asks about it, at least he can blame it on the cold.

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[12:32 am]

your phone pings as you receive a new text message.

[lele 🐬]: hypothetically, if i were to show up at your house with ice cream, what would you say

you shake your head and smile, kicking your legs over the bed to sit up straight while you type back a response.

[(name) 💕]: don’t tell me you drove ALL THE WAY HERE

[lele 🐬]: i said HYPOTHETICALLY

[(name) 💕]: hhhhhhh

[lele 🐬]: and you still haven’t answered my question

[(name) 💕]: hmm

[(name) 💕]: well first i would glare at you because you should be asleep

[lele 🐬]: :(

[(name) 💕]: and second i would yell at you for driving all the way here

[lele 🐬]: :((

[(name) 💕]: but third i would hug you and tell you to come in because it’s cold outside

[lele 🐬]: :D

[(name) 💕]: hypothetically of course

[(name) 💕]: why do you ask

as if on cue, the doorbell rings. you click your phone off and run to the front door, knowing who will be on the other side.

boyfriend!chenle stands a few feet away, his signature grin visible under the lights on your doorstep.

“surprise!” he says, holding up a plastic bag that has something with a definitive shape inside.

“is today some sort of special day?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as your lips quirk up in a smile.

“it’s wednesday,” he adds optimistically, and he shrugs as if to say, that’s it.

“what’s in there?” your gaze moves to the plastic bag, the straps now twisting around his fingers.

“oh, i got some stuff for us!” chenle stands where he is, and you start to reach for the bag but he pulls his arm back at the last second. “ah-ah. nope.”

you drop your outstretched hand to your side, giving him a look that reads, seriously?

“you gotta pay me,” he says in a sing-song voice. “pay first and then i’ll give it to you.”

“is inviting you into my house not enough?”

“no.” he then turns his head to the side, light reflecting off of the apples of his cheeks as he smiles. “i only accept payment in the form of kisses.”

standing on your tiptoes on the spiky welcome mat, you hold his shoulders to balance as you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. chenle, however, quickly turns his head and finds your lips with his, humming as he notices that you’re wearing the cherry lip balm he got you for your birthday.

“lele — !” you pull away and peck his face, just above the dimples that are on full display. “i thought you meant on the cheek!”

“well, i never specified what kind of kiss.” he takes off his shoes before entering your house, and you don’t miss his smug expression as he steps inside.

you smile. of course it wouldn’t be that simple.

chenle walks in and sets the bag on your counter, pretending to be shocked when you ask about it again. “oh, you want me to open it? you’re gonna have to give me a couple more kisses, then.”

you sigh, impatient but amused. “how many?”

“three.”

“where?”

“hmm…” he then taps his nose. “i want one here.” he taps his cheek. “and one here. and one —” he places his finger just shy of the corner of his lips — “right here.” he raises an eyebrow at you, daring you to accept the challenge.

you roll your eyes but comply, holding his head in your hands as you kiss his nose, his cheek, and finally the corner of his —

chenle’s arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer as you knowingly fall for his trap. he ignores your red-flushed face, and he doesn’t need to see your ears to know that they’re already burning from your second kiss of the night. this one lasts longer than the first, possibly because it didn’t take you by surprise.

you laugh when he steps back, pretending to complain that he made you miss the final spot, and an unapologetic smirk crosses his face.

“whoops,” he says, his voice void of any regret. “my bad.“

“you know,” you say, “if you wanted to come over you could have just asked. you didn’t need to get anything.”

“mmhm.“

“so how come you bought ice cream at midnight?“

“huh?” he stares at you, confused.

“… why did you buy a carton of ice cream?”

“what? i didn’t buy a carton of ice cream.” you look at him quizzically and he continues. “i bought —” he pulls the sides of the plastic bag down to reveal its contents — “two cartons of ice cream.”