Hoshi, DK, And Wonwoo Then Kevin And Jacob

Hoshi, DK, and Wonwoo then Kevin and Jacob

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vanilla ice cream 🍦 | c. hs

pairing : hansol x reader

genre : pure fluff and softness all around

word count : 2.6k

summary : people have told you that other than his looks, hansol’s personality mirrored his favorite ice cream flavor ; plain and boring.

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Puppy Love | LHC

Synopsis: When you said you wanted to be his bitch, this wasn’t what you had in mind.

Pairing: Haechan x Fem!Reader (ft. Chenle and Daegal lol)

Genre: fluff, humor | a whiskey away au?

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning/s: cursing, y/n would lowkey let Haechan spit in her mouth

“Baby, why don’t you want to go on a walk with me?” Haechan’s whining is snuffled as he rubs his face on your stomach.

He lifts your arms and shoves them into an obnoxiously green cable knit sweater. One that he had specifically bought to match something he already had. Apparently, it’s the best way to show that you were ‘his’. Your kinda boyfriend can’t help but snort at your attempt to wriggle out of his embrace.

“Let’s go,” he drags both the last syllable and your reluctant body out of bed. “You’ve been cooped up in this room for so long, you need fresh air, baby. Plus we look so cute right now, we owe it to the world to bless them with these visuals.”

When you said you wanted to be Haechan’s bitch, so much so that it was acceptable if he used that exact term every once in a while, this wasn’t what you had in mind.

Blame it on Chenle for asking the older boy for dating advice. Blame it on them for talking loudly in the kitchen. Loud enough for you to listen in on their conversations and daydream about what it would be like if you were the one holding the latter’s hand and not one of the ‘many’ ex-girlfriends he took on these ‘romantic dates’.

At least that’s what you gathered from accidentally overhearing them every time you walked over to grab some snacks. What you don’t hear is that Haechan was with the same girl all throughout high school and only went on three or four or five too many failed blind dates during freshman year of college. You would’ve already retreated back to your room with a pack of your roommate’s skittles before he warned Chene not to follow his advice.

Perks of having Chenle as your roommate were right there in the kitchen -- free candy and free eye candy. The expensive rent you pay him was definitely worth it when you found out he was on the same basketball team as Haechan.

It doesn’t matter that Chenle already owned the apartment, but still forces you to pay a little too much so he could afford the organic 100% real meat and vegetables canned food he feeds his puppy. (That walking carpet’s diet was also 100% better than yours, sometimes you were convinced you’d rather have what she was eating.) This was the same Haechan who you’ve had a sort of crush on since being in the same campus tour group summer before freshman year. And whose real name you only found out three semesters after because of an unfortunate event involving the shared bathroom connecting Chenle and your rooms and a very hungover Haechan looking for aspirin. All those hours of training were definitely working.

You could overlook Chenle’s capitalism for the Haechan that you’re convinced you are borderline in love with. (Embarrassing.)

Until he decided that you were his girlfriend.

There is no denying that he is the sweetest boy you’ve ever been with, but all you’ve been doing for the past week was cuddle, go to the park, and cuddle some more before your roommate would kick him out. What happened to having actual conversations? Sweet nothings had nothing on teasing and bantering a.k.a. the superior form of flirting. (That was flirting, right?) Did he forget how to do anything else the same time he forgot that your name wasn't “baby”?

Then there was that nickname. You must admit, it was cute at first, but was it too much to ask that he turned it down every once in a while when things got too cheesy for you to stomach? You almost felt embarrassed for him because of how much he called you that in public.

“Baby, stop running away from me.”

“Baby, stay still, let me take a picture of you with these flowers. You’re just so cute.”

“Baby, stop pouting. I'm going to come back right away after I buy some ice cream.”

Ok, it’s not exactly hearing these things that bothers you. Maybe hearing them even gave you butterflies most of the time. It was what always follows these sentences that diverged from the countless imagined scenarios you’ve already stocked on before he showed any interest in you that makes you just downright queasy.

“Baby, stop running away from me. You wouldn’t want me to hook you up on your leash again.”

“Baby, stay still, let me take a picture of you with these flowers. You’re just so cute. It’ll perfectly fit my petstagram’s aesthetic.”

“Baby, stop giving me those puppy-dog eyes. I'm going to come back right away after I buy some ice cream. Daegal, you know they don’t allow dogs inside.”

Being called someone’s bitch was already degrading enough, but assuming the identity of a literal female dog definitely takes the cake. Why was it that when you finally became your seven-semester-crush’s girlfriend it’s because you switched bodies with the Bichon you didn’t realize he adored this much?

“Chenle would you be mad if I started calling her my girlfriend?” How silly to think that they were talking about you. A real human girl.

“And did you ask my daughter that herself?” The one time your underclass roommate finally stops insisting on claiming that buying you food makes him your father, and you wanted to reclaim the title.

So every time Haechan goes home with him because your apartment had “better water pressure than the gym” he really just wanted to play with the dog? Haechan didn’t really want a girlfriend, he wanted a barking towel to shower with affection and match sweaters with.

But what about all those times he bought you your favorite overpriced doughnuts? Despite what he says about just happening to pass by the store on the way from the gym to your apartment, you knew it definitely took him at least 30 more minutes to get them. And what about all those times he came over to watch tv with Chenle because they didn’t have one in the dorms, and your roommate just happens to be on a pet store run every time? Those times he went to your room to borrow your hairdryer but you end up talking with each other for so long that his hair dries by itself?

Surely that time he took you to eat at the most expensive restaurant two unemployed college students could afford for your birthday was not just some coincidence. He didn’t even bother making up some lame excuse that time. Was it really just to distract you while your friends were preparing for a surprise party back at your apartment?

Did you read too much into his actions? Was thinking that Haechan was nudging you towards somewhere less platonic still just you daydreaming?

“You know Daegal, you’ve been really quiet lately. Usually, your barking would drive Y/N mad.” Haechan points out as he carries you, no, as he carries Daegal (his girlfriend) to a lawn chair while the rest of his friends were too busy killing each other in the pool. There is a faint squeak when he flops down on the chair he dragged across from you. Her? It? Ugh.

“Baby,” he lies on his stomach and props up his elbows as if getting ready to talk to the dog in front of him. “You haven’t said a word since we got here.”

Is he actually waiting for Daegal to reply to him? He must be losing his mind. Heck, you’re losing your mind, and quite honestly your infatuation for this weirdo.

(Oh who were you kidding, he totally looks adorable unconsciously squishing his cheeks as he said those words. You didn’t realize he had this side to him until you switched bodies with Chenle’s puppy. Humiliating... you liked it.)

“I bet if Y/N was here, you’d be scratching at the guest bedroom until she came out to play with you. Sucks that she stayed behind this time, it’s so unlike her not to want to come to Chenle’s family vacation house with everyone else.” Oh?

“Remember how mad she was when Renjun and Jeno won against us in that chicken fight. She looked so cute with her hair all over her face, I couldn’t even take it seriously when she was splashing me with water and blaming my slippery shoulders for losing.” Cute?

“I get why you’re always begging her for attention, I wish it was that easy for me too.” What’s that supposed to mean?

“The first time I tried to ask her out, I stood outside her bedroom door for three hours and still couldn’t do it. If it weren’t for her snoring, I would’ve waited there for a few more hours.” Tried to what?

"Wanna know a secret, I try to act all nonchalant every time she's around because I overheard her say that's the type of guy she likes. On the inside, I'm definitely as ecstatic as you when Chenle accidentally drops food on the floor. Not that she's some food dropped on the -- Why am I trying to explain this to a dog?"

He places your paws on his cheeks. "See? Even talking about her makes me flustered."

He liked you too. Now you're the one blushing. Do dogs even blush? Shit, you almost forgot that you were still in Daegal’s body.

“Hey loser, stop venting to that poor puppy about your pathetic love life,” Renjun shouts from the pool and the rest of the guys snicker.

“Shut up, I don’t see you bringing your girlfriends on this trip. Oh, that’s right, you’re all single.” He sticks his tongue out. Which you of course found charming because even juvenile behavior was attractive if it's Lee Haechan doing them.

“Oh please, you call Daegal your girlfriend,” the blue-haired one chimes in.

“Unlike you Markus, I’ve already gone out on a date with my girl.” He was still talking about you, right? When did he ever take you out on a -- that birthday thing was a date! You’re not delusional after all.

“I’m the least single one here. I just need to ask her to be my girlfriend” You were the only one close enough to hear Haechan say that last part under his breath. “And she needs to agree of course.”

The rest of them refused to acknowledge this accusation.

“Since she didn’t come with us, do you still need my help with cooking when we get back to campus?” Jaemin, who was nowhere to be found until then, scootches you over and sits across Haechan.

“Because she would love the idea of going to a picnic with me to the dog park where every spot could potentially have pee on it.” Yes, Haechan, yes. Suddenly you were very willing to go there again for the nth time that week. Fuck your expectations, all you really want was to finally get to be the one holding his hand and stuff.

“I know you’re extra, but you do know she’s almost as lovestruck with you as you are with her, right? She wouldn’t care.” You barely even saw Jaemin outside of these trips to the vacation house, how did he know that?

“Yeah, casanova, are you scared she’d reject you?” His friends start forming a circle around him like a bunch of middle-aged women waiting for the head auntie to spill the latest drama about their rich neighbors.

“As if,” he brushes it off. “I’m way too charming to get rejected.”

“Yeah right, I tried using your flirting tips on my econ seatmate, and let’s just say I had to sit on the other side of the classroom after that.” Haechan puts a hand over his chest and gasps too loudly. “Dude, you kinda suck.” Chenle summarizes as if his insult wasn’t clear enough.

“But still, she does always refill her water bottle way too often since you started coming over after practice.” Did everyone know about your crush?

"I get it Chenle, she's dehydrated and she's thirsty for," he smirks and gestures to the still slightly wet shirt clinging to his body. "This.”

Gross? Or grossly accurate?

“Call Y/N right now and ask her to be your girlfriend then.” Chenle pats your head. “Daegal, bark if you think he should do it.”

Oh you definitely agree to both those statements, but barking was the only thing that was keeping you from going full-on dog so there's no way you're just gonna--

"Daegal, now you choose to be noisy again?" Ah shit.

Disgusting, are you seriously throwing away your dignity (and humanity) for some guy? What has become of you?

"Fine, but I'm not asking her out on the phone, ok? I want to ask her face to face. And you have to let me use your kitchen for that thing we talked about.”

Disgustingly charmed and smitten and infatuated and whatever other emotions one goes through before finally falling in love, that’s what you are.

“You too baby, as my fake girlfriend, you have to help me ask Y/N to be my real girlfriend." Oh right.

"Come on Daegal, I need to feed you now.” Your roommate effortlessly scoops you up.” Say bye-bye to your older sister’s future boyfriend.”

Fuck. You were still a dog. You can't be Hacehan's bitch if you're an actual bitch.

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Daegal in Y/N's body's POV:

Damn, this bitch doesn’t have a life outside boys and school. One second with her friends and they’re already asking if Haechan has already asked her out. She is aware that she and loverboy have already been on multiple dates, right? If being a human is this boring and exhausting and makes you this stupid, I can’t wait for them to come back so I could get my life back.

A/N: Idek what this is, but hope you enjoyed reading it hehe. I wasn't going to post this but it's Haechan's bday so why not. Just to be clear, this is not furry behavior and I am *not* a furry =D

to be played

summary: you don’t take haechan seriously when he hands you his fail-proof advice on how to make your crush like you. so just for fun, he was determined to show that it works by using it on you. it was all fun in games until he was the one falling instead of you.

pairing: haechan x reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers, fluff, a pinch of angst if you squint, suggestive language, humor

word count: 6.1k

taglist: @mrkcore @kariskwn @beomgyuv @intokook <3

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the beat of a love rhyme [jww]

— summary: up-driven music, blasting parties, glasses of champagne clanking in between drags of smoke—the seventies are wild, but she’s at the peak of her career. part of one of the most popular funk bands of this decade, their vocalist at that, with a fulfilling relationship, rows of people screaming her name…life is good.

until it isn’t.

her band decides to split and she’s left as a solo artist. the only thing she has left is jeon wonwoo, her manager, and the connection that has grown in between them in endless years of accompaniment.

as it turns out, he’s all she needs—saccharine sweet, paradoxical, elegant, kind. much different from the world she had once prided herself for being part of.

— title: the beat of a love rhyme — pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader  — genre: funk band!au ; manager!au ; friends to lovers!au ; 1970’s!au  — type: fluff ; suggestive ; drama ; angst  — word count: 13,740

She once saw the world she had constructed fall down to her feet. Watched betrayal collide against the strong walls of her universe, tumbling it down, masking it in shadows and dust. For once, while standing in the studio, sporting enigmatic and outstanding clothing and a smirk that slowly dissipates, she doesn’t feel like herself. Stardom tastes nothing like the saccharine-sweet dessert she had once thought of it to be.

Music is one of those things—everyone loves it, adores to sensationalize the artists that they listen to on the radio and that they attend concerts of, but they don’t think about how wrong it is. Managers that are manipulators, magazines that are stalkers, drug dealers that are leeches looking to destroy them and earn their money while at it. Of course, how to forget?…band members that leave the group because a lead vocalist is, well, fucking stupid.

They all start the same. The Beatles. Kiss. They are friends that get in a group together and then, they’re no longer as good of friends as they were in the beginning. One person wants to write certain kind of music, another one is too lost in between someone’s legs to even care, then…there’s what her friends are doing.

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Flipped

pairing; Chenle x reader

genre; enemies to lovers au, ‘American high school’ au, angst, fluff

word count; 10.8k

summary; ‘The moment you laid eyes on Zhong Chenle, you had flipped.’ You had known that you were in love with Chenle, your next door neighbor, since you were 7 years old. Chenle wanted nothing to do with you. Until of course, ten years later he starts to realize that perhaps there’s more to you that meets the eye, unluckily just as you began to realize, perhaps Chenle was less than you had chalked him up to be.

warnings; insensitive language regarding illness, death, female reader, heavily inspired by the movie flipped, some scenes are near word for word from the movie, so credits to the movie for those parts, although parts of the main narrative differ, as well as scenes. A large majority of the characters are not similar to their real life counterpart. 

tag list; @sunflowerhae​ @byunbaekby​​ @mikasrecs​(if you asked to be on the tag list and i didn’t tag you, i’m very sorry, i was terrible at tracking who was on it cause im an idiot)

a/n; Started making it. Had a breakdown. Bon Appetit.

It all began in the Summer before second grade. In Zhong Chenle’s eyes, it was the beginning of a decade of strategic avoidance, awkward encounters, and a lifetime worth of what he deemed to be, discomfort.

For you, it was true love.

The moment you laid eyes on Zhong Chenle, you had flipped. It was something in those eyes, those dazzling brown eyes which bore into you. Or maybe it was something about his smile. There was something about him which made you realize that at 7 years old, you had met your soul mate. His family had just moved into your neighborhood, a long cul-de-sac of identical, modern two-story houses, the majority of which had the same identical clean cut lawns and typical nuclear well off family who owned the house and prided themselves on how their petunias were better than the house across the streets. That was except for yours, of course. Deemed the ‘embarrassment of the neighborhood,’ the yellow paint on your house was flaking off, the grass dry and grey and the fence encasing the yard, which had at one point been white was now a dull grey, not to mention falling apart in some places. This was attributed to the fact that your father simply did not have the time. As a painter, he had to work extra hard to provide for his family, especially considering your mother’s situation.

It was a hot summer’s day, the day Chenle moved in. You could remember the feeling of the sun on your face as you basked in its warmth, the pavement on which you sat almost boiling as the moving van pulled up to the house opposite yours. You had recalled that your father had told you to always be kind and helpful, which is why you had thought it appropriate to skip across the road to the nice looking family and offer a helping hand.

Little did you know, your help was unwanted. Chenle remembered watching the girl skip – skip? As if anyone had done that since kindergarten – from the odd-looking house across the way and when she confidently stated,

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Need any help?” He looked to his father for confirmation that this girl was strange. He noticed the judgmental look which was written on his father’s face as he surveyed the girl with the messy hair and grubby clothes, no doubt from playing in the unpleasant yard which she came from that juxtaposed with their clean, green yard. He recognized the exact moment that his father deemed them better than her, a switch in his face where he knew where she stood on the social ladder. Acting according, he too looked at the girl with disdain.

“There’s some valuable things in those boxes. Don’t touch them.” His father had scolded as you reached for one of the boxes that were stacked on their lawn.

“What about this one?” You suggested, reaching for another one. This was the moment that Chenle had realized that this girl could not take a hint. His father had pushed the box away with his foot before you could even touch it.

“Maybe you should run home? Your moms probably worried about you.” He sneered, staring down his nose on you. Resilient, you stared back.

“My dad knows I’m here.” You had replied simply, before turning to Chenle.

“Want to push one together?” You asked, pointing at one of the heavier ones. Chenle scrunched his face up at you, looking to his father for answers.

“I think your mom wants your help in the house, Chenle.” His dad had replied, not so subtly winking at him, as if to say, ‘escape from the crazy girl while you can.’

 He seized the opportunity, turning on his heel and running towards the house, where his mother stood in the doorway, when the most ridiculous thing happened. Not only did (Y/N) (Y/L/N) follow him, but you grabbed his hand.

“Oh, hello! I see you’ve met my son.” His mother had called out, a small smile growing on her face as she observed the sight of the two 7-year olds connected by their hands.

Chenle, having no clue how to escape the situation, did the most mature thing a 7-year-old boy could do. He hid behind his mother.

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