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[08:52] | nct lee donghyuck | haechan

“I love how you cared for me after, especially last night.”

pairing » nct lee donghyuck (haechan) x fem!reader​

trope/au » ​established relationship au!, marriage!au, non-idol au!

genre » mildly (?; as compared to my latest one before) suggestive but mainly fluff, dad haechan and mum reader, fluffy aftercare morning, just a cute little scenario in the morning, husband haechan who loves you very much, gentle haechan who treats you well, haechan and you both get to be the little/big spoon

word count; estimated reading time » 1626; ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » aftercare in the morning (continued from previous night), suggestive talk, reader wears haechan's clothes, reader has hair long enough to be tucked behind the ear, mentions of s*x; from previous night (no smut), haechan touches your lower body momentarily, abdominal cramps after s*x, (a ton of) kissing, pet names (baby girl, bubs), nicknames (hyuck), mildly (?) suggestive sentence at the end, haechan implied to be physically bigger, not proofread 😭

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just a small little something because exam season got me going 🤸🤸🤸🤸

i have a feeling that the next story i release is going to be a long one and is going to be quite emotional (for me at least) so this is a little 180 before that happens!

The sun seeps through the small gaps between your curtain and the birds sing their songs too early for your liking; especially after what happened last night. Blinking your eyes open wasn’t effortful and so was satisfyingly yawning your sleep away. What your overused muscles did not like too much however was when you tried to sit up on the bed, your abdomen forcing your head to lay back on your pillow.

“Okay…” You chuckle to yourself, heat creeping onto your cheek when you remember the events of last night. A hand goes on top of your stomach, stroking your skin and remembering how someone else did the same thing to lull you back to sleep last night.

You turn your head towards that someone, an adoring smile on your face when you’re greeted with his messy morning hair and slightly gaped lips. You couldn’t help but lay on your side to admire Haechan’s features, his relaxed and light snoring making your heart beat faster. His eyelashes took your attention and you couldn’t help but brush the posterior side of your index finger along it, unfortunately stirring him into consciousness.

“Sorry,” You quickly apologised, scooting over closer to him to share some body warmth. You gently pulled his head to your chest, cradling and blocking the sun behind you from reaching him and playing with his black strands, humming a quiet song while your other hand patted his back.

Haechan satisfactorily groans at his wife’s loving touch, snuggling over to bury his nose between the pillow and the crook of your neck, “Morning, bubs.”

“Good morning, Hyuck,” pressing a kiss to the top of his hairline.

“How was your sleep?” His morning voice was still evident, deep and husky; almost like last night but in a more tame and most definitely more innocent way.

“Too good.”

You feel the smirk on your skin as Haechan leans into you to pamper kisses all over the curve of your shoulder, “Yeah?” Up towards your jawline to your chin. His tongue runs free a little bit when he reaches your bottom lip before lightly biting it. “You like that?” Asking after hearing you gasping and closing your eyes. “Baby girl, didn’t get enough action last night?”

A hand sneaks up past your waist, pulling his oversized shirt up and immediately finds its way on your lower body down to your ass. You couldn’t help but whine slightly when Haechan spread his fingers around one of your cheeks, his palm warmer than your body. He lightly grips your body, so differently from last night, and you can’t help but tilt your head down to kiss him as he reminds you of last night. 

You got lost in his lips treating yours so gently, making sure that he pours all his love into you. But as the intensity increased, you forgot about the lower body pain and your husband was alarmed by the way you pulled away suddenly, flopping over on your back with the crease between your eyebrows evident.

Haechan gives you space, backing away just enough to get a proper look at you. He props up to one elbow against the bed, a hand tucking your hair behind your ears, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, a reassuring smile forming on your lips as soon as you see the worry in his eyes. A hand cups Haechan’s jawline, pulling him closer for a kiss. Just like before, Haechan didn’t stop giving you light reminders of his love around your face this time: the tip of your nose, forehead, eyelids and anywhere he could reach without hurting you. The hand that held your lower body moments before is now over the weighted blanket over you both, and he strokes the cotton to where your stomach is below.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, bubs.”

“You didn’t. Don’t apologise for that, Hyuck.” You immediately attempt to reassure his worries, “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t, bubs.”

But Haechan still couldn’t help but pout again and you mirror his expression more exaggeratedly in hopes of making the situation lighter; to make sure he knows that he took care of you well straight after as well and that last night shouldn’t be something he should apologise about.

“I love how you cared for me after, especially last night.” A light blush spread across his face and you giggled at the way he face dived into his cushion, red and shy. “Pulling me onto your lap, letting me rest on your shoulder while you dressed me and messaging my body.” 

“Were you okay?” You heard him over the pillow, “I tried to be as gentle as possible.”

“You were super gentle with me,” You nod, acknowledging him, “Non-stop kissing me and telling me that I’m beautiful.”

Haechan turns his head to you, a slight look of confusion on his face, “I’m just stating facts though?”

A push against his shoulder and a light melodic laugh is what you give him. Haechan joins in the laughter, and his hand over your stomach begins to move, his fingers rising and falling delicately. You both just stare at each other, commuting through your eyes the upturned corners of your lips. It wouldn’t be for too long though because this time, it’s your turn to be the little spoon, imitating exactly what you did before plus the addition of his whispers of sweet nothings against your ears. You indulge yourself in his warmth and his natural scent that reminds you of safety and home. The blanket is adjusted, Haechan pulling it up just underneath your eyes and you could swear you could slumber back to sleep at this moment. 

The door clicks open then and there, Haechan’s eyes lighting up at the sight of the little one. The younger girl runs to her parent’s bed like usual but stops in her tracks when Haechan puts a palm out towards her hurriedly, “Don’t jump on the bed, little bean.”

“Why…?” Sadness laced her voice.

“Mumma is in a little bit of pain at the moment,” You peek up behind your blanket, saying a quick greeting to what Haechan would say is a mini version of you. “Come over on this side,” Tapping an empty spot on his side of the bed.

Soon, your child slumps over your husband’s figure, chin resting on his biceps as she looks over to you sadly, “Mumma, are you alright?”

“I am, baby, don’t worry.” You outstretched an arm towards your child, patting her head and successfully putting a smile on your face.

“Whoever hurts my mumma will have to go through me!”

Oh, if only she knew.

“You can’t beat, dadda, bean.” 

…oh my. 

You mentally face-palmed at the conversation unfolding before you. As your child lightly slaps your husband’s arm and asks for a reason why you’re bedridden, you can’t help but hide your face behind your blanket. You hear your husband panicking and stuttering, trying his best to go around the topic whilst also giving her a proper explanation that no, Haechan would never hurt you in that way.

“Dadda! You said you would always take care of mumma!”

“I-I do!”

“Then what is this?” She points at you, “Get away from mumma!”

You could no longer contain your laughter and it was the reason why your child stopped reprimanding her dad. Seeing you smile and laugh was the only reassurance that your child needed because she no longer gave her dad slaps and Haechan mentally thanked you for getting him out of that situation.

But seeing your child awake also reminded you of the time and the empty belly that she must have. Your mother instincts kicked in and your stomach cramp didn’t matter with her in your sight, “Alright, mumma will get up now.” 

“Hey, hey, no you’re not.” Haechan takes hold of your shoulder, grabs the corner of the blanket from the other side of the bed and pulls it to your chest. He hovers above you, heart-shaped eyes decorating his gaze on you. His arm stays there to lock you in, “I’ll take care of her. Just rest, bubs.”

“Hyuck, it’s fine.”

“No.” He curtly responded. “Stay here. I’ll take care of the little gremlin.” 

“Dadda!” So maybe it wasn’t as quiet and subtle as he thought it was. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Haechan pinches your daughter’s cheek, “Go to the kitchen. Dadda will meet you there with your favourite breakfast.” It didn’t take a second for her to jump out the bed, excited screaming and variations of ‘yay’s echoing your room, the hallway and soon, basically your whole house.

“Are you sure she’s not your mini me?” 

Haechan playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes at your question. “And what about my lovely wife? What breakfast do you want?”

“I’m not too hungry yet.” Feeling your eyelids becoming heavy once more as you exhale lightly from your lips, “I’ll make brunch later.”

Haechan hums at your thoughts and slips out from the shared blanket. The disappearance of the secure warmth and the weight of his hand on your stomach wasn’t the best but you’re aware of the parental duties that must be addressed first. As Haechan finally stands and stretches his limbs in the air, he doesn’t forget to give you a final kiss on the lips, staying there for a while, separating to look at you before planting another one.

“You shouldn’t want anything, baby girl,” Your slight eyebrow raise only made him smirk. And as you thought you would be able to go back to being sound asleep for another hour, Haechan just had to make your brain and heart go haywire, “Not with how I filled you up last night.”

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☂ - angst | ♡ - fluff | ➳ - hurt/comfort | ⋆⁺₊ - suggestive | ʚ/ɞ - external/internal challenges | personal favourite

OT7

[~4.3k ♡] proposing to you

Mark Lee

generating...

Huang Renjun

[~700 ☂ ♡ ➳ ʚ ɞ] [21:15]

Lee Jeno

generating...

Lee Donghyuck | Haechan

[~1.6k ♡ ⋆⁺₊] [08:52]

Na Jaemin

[~1.6k ☂ (slight ♡) ɞ] yesterday's petal [~2.5k ☂ ♡ ➳] [01:34] [~1k ♡] it's so nice to be loved by you

Zhong Chenle

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Park Jisung

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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

Sunflowers | Lee Haechan

soulmate au

pairing: haechan x reader

warnings: character death, hanahaki disease, mentions of blood, one sided love, angst

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst

sypnosis: When you find your soulmate everything falls into place and you're guaranteed a happy ever after....right?

You feel the familiar feeling rise in your chest. The burning sensation in your throat becomes stronger and stronger. It has already been months since it started but you still can't get used to it.

You excuse yourself and run to the bathroom. Each step feels heavier as the pain becomes unbearable from trying to hold in your cough.

As soon as you step into the bathroom you let everything out. The petals keep coming and you feel like you'll pass out any minute.

Much to your horror, the usual bright yellow coloured petals are a deep shade of red this time. Only by the little specks peeking through here and there you can tell that they are sunflowers.

The first few weeks you were fine. But as the weeks turned into months you started to become weaker. And it became much harder to hide.

You would expect that in a world where your significant other was decided for you before you were even born, everything would be easy. As most people would even dedicate their whole life to finding their soulmate.

You too had always dreamed about bonding with your special someone. And unexpectedly that day came when you met Haechan.

The moment you locked eyes everything seemed to fall into place. As if the world around you seemed to move in slow motion. And he was the center of it all.

The more time you spent with him, the more sure you were. It felt different when you were together. It felt like you have known each other forever. He’d understand you and you would too.

The way he looked at you, you could have sworn he felt it too. That he knew what was going on inside of your head. So you finally ask him.

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

You feel the butterflies go wild in your stomach waiting for his answer.

“No,” he says.

“I don’t think everyone in our world is meant to have one. And I believe that I’m one of them, I think it's an idea created by people who seek fulfillment in others. But I don't think you need anyone for that” he states.

You bite back the confession lying on the tip of your tongue as his indirect rejection hits you hard. That's when the butterflies turn into a sharp pain and it becomes harder to breathe.

That was the day it all started. The first time you had coughed up flowers. The first time you understood what was happening to you.

You've always believed that if something was meant for you, one way or another it would come to you.

So you held on to the hope you had. But as time went on, you started to doubt that. Because while you became sicker by the day. He started developing feelings for someone else.

At first, she was just the new girl in town. But once she started working at the same place as Hachan, they became closer as ever. And it started going downhill from there. They started hanging out more and you started seeing Haechan less.

You even noticed how the way Haechan looked at you changed. He was still there for you whenever you needed him. But you saw how the spark in his eyes was only reserved for her.

The knock on the door brings you back from your thoughts. You see your hands covered in your blood and the floor around you is filled with sunflowers.

Standing up you look at yourself in the mirror and see blood covering your whole mouth while a few petals stick to your chin. And that's the first time in your life you feel pity towards yourself.

You know that your life is on the line but you don't even know how much time you have left. Small tears start to fall silently as if they emphasize with you.

For a moment you let yourself cry, allowing your pain to ease.

But that doesn't last long when you hear another knock on the door. Pulling yourself together you clean up everything and decide to go to the one place you felt at peace.

-

"You're here once again," Haechan says as he sits down next to you.

"I wanted some fresh air," you tell him.

He looks at you with a worried expression and asks "Are you alright? Something seems off with you these days."

You look back at him and a million things come to your mind. Everything you want to say to him lays on the tip of your tongue once again.

But when the image of him looking at her flashes your mind. Nothing comes out of you. All of it shatters into a million pieces.

So you just put on a fake smile and lie to him.

"It was getting too hot inside which made my head dizzy, But I'm okay now."

"Alright, but tell me if something is up, okay? We're best friends, I have to know," he tells you while smiling back at you.

You nod at him and stare into the void as his words keep repeating inside of your head. "We're best friends, we're best friends, we're best friends..." as if they're mocking you and your pitiful situation.

"Do you like sunflowers that much? I keep finding you here," he asks as he looks to the field in front of you.

The question breaks you more than you imagined.

After a moment of silence when you feel like your voice is stable enough again, you answer him.

"Yes, I do."

"Why?" he asks again.

"Because I'm envious of them," you tell him.

He gives you a confused look and you laugh at him as he furrows his brows and tries to think of why you would be.

"I'm envious of them because they follow their sun across the sky as their sun shines back at them. And every single day he comes back to do the same." You explain to him.

"That's a beautiful way of looking at them. Although I'm not sure about the being envious part" he laughs.

"They are my favourite too."

You didn't have the heart to tell him that you already knew that.

"My grandparents had a field just like this one. We would always pick the seeds together but I was too small to reach the top. So my granddad made me this small ladder with a bucket attached to it. I would always be the last one to finish because I couldn't pick them as fast as everyone else. But my granny always waited for me without saying anything, even though she was tired from working all day." he reminisces with a smile on his face.

"You would have been so cute trying to reach them with your small hands," you say.

"Of course I was! I have always been cute" he says proudly.

Which makes you laugh even if you roll your eyes at him.

But the cute moment doesn't last long as his phone starts ringing. You see how his eyes shine when her name appears on the screen. And you feel your throat burning again.

"I have to go, they're waiting for me," he tells you. "It's okay, I had plans too" you lie again.

You wait until he is out of sight and start coughing once again. But this time you don't see any specks of yellow anymore.

-

Comforting yourself with the thought that at least Haechan is happy even if it isn't with you, you decide to write him a letter. Pouring all of your feelings into it so you won't have any regrets when you leave.

The more time Haechan spends with her, he starts to rethink his stance on soulmates. Because when he is with her, he feels like his soul is at peace.

So he decides to tell her. But when the words come out of his mouth, they leave a very unpleasant taste in his mouth.

You drop your pen on the desk as you feel the string that is connected to your heart is cut off, and you finally let go.

You close your eyes as your head falls onto your desk that is filled with beautiful sunflowers covered in blood and the letter addressed to Haechan.

When Haechan gets a call about you, his head starts to spin as his vision blurs and the unpleasant taste comes back.

On the day of your funeral, he stays with you even if everyone else has left. Still not being able to accept that you're gone, he blames himself for not being there for you.

A fresh set of tears roll down his face as he remembers your face that showed all the signs that something was wrong.

"She wanted you to have this," your brother says as he gives Haechan the letter you wrote.

For a while, he only stares at his name on the envelope written in your handwriting. Then he opens it and starts to read.

He feels a pain in his chest he's never felt before. As if someone has cut off a piece of his heart.

"My dear sunshine,

I always thought that I would get to tell you all of this myself one day sooner or later. Or maybe I just hoped for it, because somewhere in the back of my mind I did know that day would never come. Especially after I saw how happy you were.

I don't seem to have much time, a couple of months ago I discovered that I have the disease. And every day it becomes harder to breathe.

But I want you to know that you made me happy too, very happy. The day we met I got the feeling that everyone always told me about. The one we grew up hearing about. The one you feel when you finally meet your soulmate.

I admit, you not feeling the same way broke my heart. I always thought that from that moment on I would never experience pain again. But life doesn't always go as you think.

But I don't blame you for anything and I don't want you to blame yourself either. Because you taught me a lot and made even the dull moments beautiful. For that, I will always be thankful.

Thank you for being my soulmate Haechan.

Let's meet each other on the other side of the stars, maybe there is another chance waiting for us there."

The letter falls out of his hand. And everything starts to make sense.

The way you would call him your sun, the conversation you had that day, the flowers, your expression when he started talking about her, and why you seemed so off.

Everything became so clear now.

He starts to sob uncontrollably while he falls onto his knees. His lungs begin to burn and he starts coughing.

That's when he sees brightly yellow coloured petals all around him.

Tagging: @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

I thought would you be so kind was sad. This broke my heart especially since Haechan is my bias. Even when I was reading Would You Be So Kind, I could feel that Haechan loved sweetheart. This was nice add on to an already wonderful story even if Haechan suffered from second lead syndrome.

i wanna hold your hand | l.dh

PART II OF FOR YOU IN FULL BLOOM: THE HANAHAKI COLLECTION a would you be so kind? side-story written for the when you love someone collaboration hosted by @jaxminskale

✿SYNOPSIS. All the times Lee Donghyuck held your hand and the one time he didn’t.

✿PAIRING. lee donghyuck x (f) florist!reader x mark lee ✿GENRE. hanahaki!au, high school!au, best friend!au, flower shop!au, fluff, angst ✿WORD COUNT. 19.2k+

✿WARNINGS. hanahaki disease, vomiting, hospital visits, blood, mentions of death (no character deaths!), language, religious/Christian references, mentions of sexual thoughts (no smut!) PLEASE READ WOULD YOU BE SO KIND? BEFORE CONTINUING ON! Many scenes are scenes from in the fic written in Haechan’s POV.

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24 Hours With You

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Fluff, Smut, Domestic AU | 12K | NC-17

Summary: A 24-hour peek into the life you spend with your husband, Lee Donghyuck.

Warnings: slightly whipped, clingy husband!hyuck, independent and sassy!y/n, crude humor, endless sex jokes and overall cavity-inducing fluff with nasty smut (oral sex, unprotected sex, praising, slight dirty talk, bondage kink, breeding kink, possibly one of the filthiest sex scenes I’ve ever written) I’m so sorry about this

For my baby Roe @ssunholic​ who’s been taking care of me so patiently during my Attack on Titan depression stage. I love you baby, MWAH ❤️ 

07.02 am

The vibration of your phone slowly lures you out of your dream and you groan against your pillow. As it begins to ring, playing a song that you used to love but now grown to hate, your husband, Lee Donghyuck stirs on the other side of the bed.

“Turn it off,” he moans, voice husky and heavy with sleep. Sinking back into his pillow and pulling his bedcover up until it reaches his ear, he grumbles, “I hate that song.”

“It’s our wedding song. That you chose for our first dance.”

“Yeah, now it’s our alarm song and I hate it. Turn it off.”

“I’m trying.” After blindly reaching for your phone from underneath your pillow, you switched it off with a flick of your thumb. It was tempting to close your eyes again but your work starts in half an hour and with Donghyuck as your husband, you need to get up now or you’ll be late for sure.

Donghyuck turns around to meet your gaze, lying on his side with the bottom half of his face concealed by the blanket he shared with you.

“You’re pretty,” he murmured with droopy eyes.

“Can’t say the same about you,” you teased him, snuggling closer. “Your bed hair is—”

Donghyuck abruptly pushes you down, now settling himself on top of you with his knees placed on each side of your hips. “Let me help,” he says, eyes twinkling in mischief. “The word you’re looking for is cute.” You smiled into the kiss, your fingers naturally find their way to the silver necklace that dangles from his neck, but when he parts his lips to deepen the kiss—

“Eew, morning breath!” You smack your palm against his face. “Brush your—what are you doing?”

Donghyuck is now grinding his teeth against the skin of your neck, his hands slipping underneath your shirt, pressing flat against your stomach. He’s so warm—he’s always warm—and every touch he paints on your skin is both comforting and provoking. 

Before long, his hands find their way to your breasts, cupping each one fully with his palm. “Good morning, girls,” he giggles, squeezing them without permission and you exaggeratedly roll your eyes, faking annoyance when in fact, you find him to be disgustingly cute whenever he does that.

“Hyuck.”

“Hmm?”

You try not to make any encouraging noises when he drags his hand down to your thigh, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Hyuck…” Your protest turns weak when you feel his mouth peppering open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his tongue tasting your skin. “We have to get ready for work.”

He hums, pressing his hips down to meet yours. “Just give me ten minutes.”

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ephemeral | l.dh.

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

pairing: donghyuck x reader

genre: victorian au, fluff, angst, young!donghyuck, young!reader, ft. brother!doyoung and donghyuck’sbrother!taeyong

word count: 1.5k

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 really long 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.

For the time being, you two had been able to escape the watchful eyes of your parents and older brothers. Donghyuck had found the upper corridor and you had followed him eagerly, wanting to get away from the adults. Adults were boring. So was Doyoung, and although you loved him dearly, he could be quite irritable sometimes (especially at fancy parties, where you both were expected to be on your best behavior). It was more difficult for you, since you were never to speak unless spoken to. Until you had met your new friend, you had never talked so much in one night.

“My lady, may I have this dance?” Donghyuck doesn't know how to spin you, so he simply holds up his arm in hopes that you'll spin underneath it by yourself.

“That’s not how you dance, silly!” You twirl and return to your position, with your hands on his shoulders and his hands clutching your dress. (He would never say it out loud, but he's too nervous to touch your waist.)

“It’s an original style,” he says, making you throw your head back as you laugh.

Donghyuck smiles, and once the music downstairs finishes, he touches his lips to the back of your hand just like all the adults do, because that’s what you’re supposed to do when a dance is over.

It’s meant to be lighthearted but to his surprise, you don’t make fun of it. Instead, you blink at him with wide eyes, giggling shyly as you cover your mouth with your tiny hands.

And Hyuck feels strange, some sort of heat blooming across his cheeks as he laughs, kicking a stray pebble that skids on the tiled floor in order to avoid looking you in the eyes.

“Oh —” Your startled tone makes him look up, and he sees that you’re holding your baby-pink ribbon in your hands. It must have come undone while you were dancing. You nervously twist the thin string around your fingers as you make your way over to him. “Um... do you think you could tie it for me? I can’t do it by myself.”

Donghyuck has never even touched a hair ribbon, let alone attempted to tie one. He knows how to make knots, but they aren’t pretty like the way you had the bow in your hair earlier. Not knowing how to start, he simply stands behind you, and after a moment of feeling nothing in your hair, you turn around.

“What’s wrong, Hyuck?”

“I... don’t know how,” he admits. “I’ve never tied a ribbon before.”

“Oh. Well, you should have it, then.” You hold the string out to your friend. “So you can practice!”

“But don’t you need it?”

“We have lots at home! You should keep it instead. Here —” You take his hand and loop the ribbon around his index finger. “I’ll show you.”

“You take the ends and tie a knot,” you begin, “and then you make a circle with one side, and then wrap the other one around the bottom, and then you push this part through.” You carefully tug the ends of the bow into a neat finish, and Donghyuck wonders how you did it so perfectly. He wiggles his index finger to see the ends move, making you smile. “And now you know how to tie it!”

He seems to have a sudden idea and takes your hand in his, pulling you behind him. “Let’s go!”

“Go where?”

“Exploring!”

As he rounds the corner with you, Donghyuck smacks straight into someone else.

“Oh, sor—” He looks up to see who the stranger is, and is met by Doyoung’s harsh glare. “—ry...”

Doyoung cocks his head to see you standing behind the boy, and his expression is surprisingly unreadable. He’s eleven, meaning that you don’t understand anything he does anymore.

“Doie!” you begin excitedly. “This is Donghyuck Lee! He helped me reach the —”

In one swift move, your hand is separated from your friend’s, and you are pulled behind your brother.

“I know who he is,” he says coldly. And to Donghyuck: “Stay away from my sister.”

You protest, trying to grab his arm. “What? But —”

“No.” Shaking you off, Doyoung walks over to your friend, towering above the younger boy in height. “Don’t even think about talking to her again,” he says, jabbing a finger at Hyuck to emphasize his point. “If I catch you looking at her, I’m going to... I’m going to push you!”

“Doie, please!” You stomp on the floor, frustrated. “He’s nice!”

Doyoung walks back over to you and says, “We don’t talk to people —” He lowers his voice. “— like him.”

“Donghyuck!”

From the other end of the corridor, Hyuck’s brother, Taeyong, runs towards the three of you, his dress shoes clacking on the tiles.

“There you are...” And, upon noticing you and Doyoung, he adds, “What are you doing here?”

“Your brother,” Doyoung says, “tried to hurt my sister.”

“That’s not true!” your friend says, but his words work against him.

Taeyong scoffs, crossing his arms. “Oh, please. Tell your stupid sister to stop messing with Donghyuck, then.”

Doyoung gasps, angrily stepping forward. “(Name) is not stupid! And she didn’t do anything!”

“I’m twelve years old. That’s one year older than you, so you can’t tell me what to think.”

“If I ever see him trying to be around her, there will be trouble.”

“Donghyuck would never actually try to be around someone like her.”

“Fine. You believe that. Let’s go, (Name),” he says at last. “And get rid of this ridiculous thing you’re holding.”

Donghyuck’s flower, which had been clutched tightly in your hand for the past few minutes, is suddenly plucked from your grasp and thrown onto the hallway floor. Doyoung prevents you from picking it up, and he takes your wrist and forces you to follow him.

“But Doie —” You cast a glance at your friend. Taeyong has grabbed his brother’s shoulders to prevent him from moving.

“We’re leaving, (Name). I’m telling Mother.” He then notices at the lack of color on the back of your head. “Tsk, and you’ve lost your bow, how irresponsible...”

Donghyuck sees your upset expression as your brother pulls you away, your hand desperately reaching out towards your friend’s. Your eyes plead with him to reach back, but he feels Taeyong’s vice grip on his collar and knows that he shouldn’t. He stays rooted to where he is standing, swallowing as he merely watches.

And you are led out of sight, out of the corridor and into the main building, down the stairs and back to the prim and proper behavior that is expected of you.

“Donghyuck,” Taeyong says, finally releasing him. “Come on.” He walks down the hallway, and the flower the boy had given you earlier is squashed underneath his brother’s pristine shoes. After one last look at the hallway down which you had disappeared, he obeys.

Your pink ribbon flutters in the night breeze, tethered to Donghyuck’s first finger. It’s all he has left of you from tonight, because you, briefly gracing him with your presence, were never to see him again.

[12:25 pm]

you’ve been avoiding making eye contact with donghyuck through the mirror for the past half minute or so, pretending to busy yourself with brushing your teeth. the morning (afternoon?) has been slow, with you waking up first and him complaining when you laid across his stomach. now that you’re standing in the bathroom, you can see how you’re both sporting equally chaotic bed hair, and you try to ignore the pillow marks on your cheek.

for a split second, your eyes dart to donghyuck’s face, and he chooses that moment to wiggle his eyebrows at you—a great combination with his lopsided glasses and the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.

you choke on your toothpaste, sputtering into the sink as you hear him laughing behind you. “you’re gonna regret that, hyuck.”

he merely smirks in response, gesturing to the toothpaste dripping down your chin. you quickly wash it off, cleaning your toothbrush and finishing your time at the sink with a flick of the wrist in his direction. he jumps, water droplets sticking to the lenses of his glasses, and he narrows his eyes at you.

you’re in for it.

he spits into the sink, and, ignoring the fact that you’ve started fixing your hair, he scoops you up, runs back to his room, and tosses you onto the bed.

“hey—!” your sentence is cut off as donghyuck sits on you, effectively preventing you from going anywhere. a devilish smile plays on his face as he leans down next to your ear and whispers,

“are you ticklish?”

[1:15 am]

plink. there’s a pause. plink. followed by another three in rapid succession.

annoyed, you shove your chair back from your computer and turn on the balcony lights. if this is an awful prank some kids are playing, they’re about to get a piece of your mind. how dare they, when you have important procrastinating to do?

you unlock the glass door and step outside. “go away!” you shout, ready to return to the comfort of your room.

“you’re so mean,” a voice from down below says.

you rush to the edge, gripping the hand rail out of disbelief. “donghyuck?”

“don’t call me that, please,” your best friend groans. “it’s hae—”

“i’ll call you whatever i like,” you huff, crossing your arms. “why are you throwing rocks at my door? never mind that, why are you here?”

“oh, those weren’t rocks,” he says calmly. he’s wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants, completely harmless, and you see that he’s holding something, though the light from your balcony isn’t strong enough for you to tell what it is.

“shut up and answer my question!”

“i wanted to give you some of my starbursts!” he shakes the bag, the candies jumbling inside. “and i was in the area!”

you check to see whether he’s telling the truth, and sure enough, you see five unopened starbursts on the floor behind you: three pink, two red. how kind of him to throw your favorite flavors at your window while you’re trying to focus on rewatching ratatouille.

“see? i’m a good friend, aren’t i?” donghyuck gives you one of his trademark smirks and tilts his head to the side. “now where’s my thank you? i brought you food.”

“where’s the catch?” you ask, not missing a beat. (the fact that you’re asking this out of habit and not curiosity just goes to show the tragedy of having a demon child for a best friend.)

“the catch? you insult me, (name).” he tucks the bag of candy under his arm and stands stiffly. he’s cold, you realize. “what would i tell you to do in return, show up at my house tomorrow night? it’s not like there’s much to do.” the obvious follow-up hangs awkwardly in the air. are you ever going to invite me into your house?

“well i, um. it’s cold out here…” the words in your mouth are mixed together and you have trouble spitting them out. jerking a thumb over your shoulder, you try your best to not royally mess this up. “ratatouille is on, and if you wanna watch it with me—”

“hell yeah.” he moves towards one of the pillars supporting the balcony (as if he’s about to climb it? yeah, no way).

“no. you’re coming through the front door.”

“but where’s the fun in that?”

“do you want to watch ratatouille or not? wait here.” you turn and collect the candies on the floor, heading back inside and hurrying down the stairs.

you open the front door and lo and behold, he’s standing there with a family size pack of original starbursts. “i can’t believe you’re here this late,” you grumble.

“i can’t believe you’re making me wait for you to let me in.”

you step aside, rolling your eyes. “this was a lame way of asking if we could hang out.”

“you’re lame.”

“you’re an idiot.”

“please, you know you love me.”

at his comment, your ears grow warm. you’re glad he’s already passed you on the way to the stairs, because at least he can’t see your face right now. yeah, maybe i do.

haechan x gn!reader

no warnings ʚĭɞ

3:13am —

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your head felt heavy, and so did your eyelids. being an extremely light sleeper, you were woken up by the noise of the ac turning on after a long period of the room being still and quiet. you were still half asleep, feeling your head gently rise up and down with haechan’s steady breathing, hearing the cool air rush through the vents, bringing a faint buzzing noise with it as it filled the room with a refreshing sensation. you were so unbothered. there you lied awake on haechan’s chest, taking in every single detail you could absorb of this eerie yet peaceful moment.

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genre: fluff,

pairings: bestfriend!haechan x gn!reader

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{11:37pm} ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

you watch your bestfriend!haechan in admiration as he devotes all his attention to the screen in front of him, flashing lights onto his face, making his eyes beam. slightly behind him so he wouldn’t notice you staring, you prop your head up by holding your cheek against your palm, leaning against the coffee table that stayed level to your shoulder, as the two of you were sitting on the floor. you thought he looked cute with one ear uncovered by his headphones. why did he look so cute? you weren’t completely unaware of your feelings. you knew you liked haechan…you just couldn’t admit it. you loved the nights you stayed at his house for a little while after you worked on projects together before your parents came to pick you up. gaze still fixed towards the screen, haechan breaks the silence.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

“when are you gonna stop staring at me?”

being caught off-guard, you swallow.

“oh…well i”

“keep doing it.”

your eyebrows raise and your lips form a slight pout.

haechan realized what he just said.

“i mean keep looking at me like a creep you weirdo, I dare you.” he scoffs in attempt to recover himself.

you lowered your head a little in embarrassment, rubbing the nape of your neck harshly. conveniently, the room was dark, but you were a blushing mess. it went quiet again, only slightly hearing muffled fighting sound effects through haechan’s headphones that the volume was way too high on, and the click-clack of haechan spamming all the buttons on his controller. now you and haechan were leaning against the coffee table, side by side. all the bright lights really tired your eyes out, so you shut them, resting your head onto your knees. now you were rolled into a ball. haechan made fun of you then instead he moved your head onto his shoulder. you can feel haechan’s rapid pulse. He awkwardly clears his throat. “psh. see, now you don’t look ridiculous.. ahh y/n, what am i gonna do with you… better yet, what would you do without me?” he irritably shakes his head as he prides himself playfully.

“i don’t know.” you muttered.

“you don’t know what?”

“i don’t know what i would do without you hyuck.”

haechan flicks your forehead but you were too tired to react.

“i think im in love with you haechan.” you mumbled half asleep into haechan’s shoulder.

haechan’s heart was pounding.

“get off! you’re drooling on my favorite shirt!”

you were shaken off haechan’s shoulder, and now you two were staring at each other. haechan staring more thoughtfully, while you just kind of sat there obliviously. you had no idea what was happening, all you knew was that you were with haechan, and you really, really liked him. your lips curled into a smile and once again you confessed. “i really like you haechan.” you giggled. but that’s what brought you to your senses. you realized what just happened and haechan noticed the panic starting to set in. but before you could even think straight, haechan leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead, the same place he flicked you a second ago, ironically enough. he followed that by saying “well that’s too bad… because i don’t like you at all.” you knew he was teasing you, so you attempted to scowl through your forming smile and red cheeks, and when you tried to stand up, haechan pulled you back to him. he pinched your cheek. “…cute.” but then the moment was ruined. “geez what happened to your face? you look like a tomato with a severe skin condition, you’re so red.” haechan teased. “you are too.” you talked back, and pushed haechan over. you broke into a fit of laughter, while haechan tried so hard to keep a smile from forming on his face. it all made a little too much sense. you’ve known haechan all throughout your childhood but recently you’ve laughed a little harder at his jokes, you’ve noticed you twirl your hair and twiddle your thumbs around him. it’s actually really weird, so you wish it didn’t feel as right as it did, but you just can’t help it. you cant help but love lee donghyuck.

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biscuit boy

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ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ ♡

baker!haechan x gn!reader

you made your usual stop at the cafe on your way to work. pleasantly not-surprised to see him behind the counter. it all started when you needed a gift for your co-worker’s birthday, conveniently coming across the cafe that very morning on your way to work.

you walked inside to see a cute boy around your age working in the back. when asked your order, you almost blatantly asked who that boy was. but you simply asked for one of those little biscuits shaped like bears, pointing to the one on display in the glass cabinet, lit with yellow light. “that might be a little while, if you don’t mind the wait.” the man said to you. “sure, that’s alright.” truthfully, you didn’t have much time. but you wanted to get a better look at the boy. “you can go ahead and have a seat, we’ll call you when it’s ready... and haechan, get started on the biscuits.”

and so you sat, focusing on the boy who must be haechan, as he was the only other person there, with the cafe just barely being opened for the day.  you don’t even drink coffee, but ever since that day a couple months ago, you’ve stopped by that cafe nearly every morning. it used to be right on your way to work, but you’ve since been fired. now in recent mornings you find yourself going out of your way to make the stop, yet still, you do so.

you cherish the bits of information you exchange with haechan in the small talk you share, as you’re usually the only one there with him first thing in the morning. it’s gotten to the point where haechan has your order memorized and already ready before you get there, but you still stay to talk to him regardless.

you wish you could get to know him more. but little did you know, haechan has been putting bits and pieces together about you. he’s picked up on some of your small habits, like how you always put your bag on the table first before sitting down, and how you instinctively check where your name was written on the box your order came in to see if it was spelled right. haechan wants to know you more too.

the reason he started to prepare your order before you got there was to test whether or not you would still stay to talk to him. and from your little conversations, he knows you got fired from that job, about you going out of your way, and how you don’t even like coffee. leading him to assume that perhaps, maybe you come there every morning for him. maybe it was bold of him to assume, but even so, it gave him the confidence to take a step closer to you.

it was another morning. nothing new. haechan handed you your box and naturally you look for the little line that held a place for your name. there was a bit of a surprise this time though. i mean, you name was on it, however it was followed by a question. “y/n, can i please have your number??”

you looked over to haechan who was staring at you, leaning against the counter with his elbows, resting is head in his hand with a big smile on his face. he tapped a little notepad with his finger and gently pushed it across the counter, away from him, and closer to you. you picked up the conveniently placed notepad and pen and proceeded to write down the digits to your phone number. “here.” you set down the notepad. “im gonna be late for work.” you speed walked out of the cafe before haechan could say anything else.

later that day~

text from [unknown number]

hi, y/n??? it’s me. the boy who makes your biscuits.

new number added to contacts as biscuit boy

thx for reading ! hope you enjoyed ^ ^

teddy bear

fluff . no warnings

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haechan x gn!reader

—{11:24pm} *࿐ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:

now you really understand why they call haechan a bear. holding him close to you, heart fluttering at the feeling of his chest against yours. you could stay like this for hours, and you did, but with your legs getting tired of standing. so now on the couch, you stay holding onto him, only subtly changing your position to wrap your arms around his waist and under his arms from the back. resting your chin on top of his shoulder to press your cheek up against his. you sit behind him, a little squished in the limited space there was between haechan and the couch. you pulled haechan back with you as you leaned your back against the arm of the couch, haechan shifting slightly to the side of you to relieve the pressure off your chest. but still, you held haechan in your arms, just like you would a teddy bear.

haechan was your teddy bear. ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ♡

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nct dream - teddy bear

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i need to stop with all this haechan stuff. im sad and delusional.

tell me a joke

fluff ☁︎

no warnings!

pairings haechan x gn!reader

bestfriend au

—ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ {7:49pm}

you sat across from your bestfriend!haechan as you sat with him on his bed.

“haechan”

“yeah?”

“tell me a joke”

“tell you a joke?”

“mhm”

“okay..well.. why did the chicken cross the road..”

“i don’t kno-”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence, you quickly cover your mouth with your hand to hold in your laugh.

“why are you laughing already!!!” haechan stuttered.

you took in a deep breath to collect yourself. “continue. tell me why the chicken crossed the road.” you held your breath.

“well to get to the other side..i guess…” haechan starts to giggle when he sees your red puffed out cheeks, trying not to laugh.

and you couldn’t help but break out into hysterics.

“WHAT Y/N IT’S REALLY NOT THAT FUNNY OH MY GOSHHHHH!!!” haechan grins ear to ear as you go limp, falling over onto his shoulder.

“you make me laugh so hard.” you catch your breath, as he wipes the tears from your cheeks

haechan threw his head back in disbelief.

“y/n. you’re so cute.” he mumbled inaudibly under his breath.

“did you say something?” you raised your head from his shoulder to look up at him.

haechan feels his face turn hot.

“uhh no”

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hyuck x gn!reader

— {3:35am}🔭 *࿐ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“yn are you still awake?”

too tired to think, you don’t respond.

“ynnnnnnn why do you always fall asleep on calls?” haechan whined

you let haechan fall under the impression that you’re sound asleep.

“well you looked really pretty today at school.” he continued. “is it obsessive to like everything about you? is it obsessive to love the way your name rolls off my tongue? yn. yn. yn. yn. see??? it’s so nice… i wish you could see what you’re doing to me. yn… you’re like… you’re like my everything.”

so many butterflies filled your stomach.

“i love you, haechan.” you mumbled into your pillow.

you heard the sound of haechan’s hand slapping his mouth.

hii I’m always taking requests btw!!!!

hi!!! I wanna request a fic with either mark, haechan or renjun hehehe with them and the reader reenacting latter's favorite film scenes jshsjsbsj. I will really appreciate it! I REALLY LOOOOOVE YOUR WRITINGS! YOU ROCK! <333

favorite movie

{it turned out a little differently than the initial request…but i think you’ll like it}

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pairings haechan x fem implied!reader

bffs2lovers

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you and your childhood best friend!haechan have been inseparable since preschool, no matter how much you wanted to be separated from him. You hoped that by the time you reached college you would have escaped him, but he followed you there too.

you were taking a cinematography class, and of course, he was there as well. you had just been assigned a project where a group would choose a movie scene to reenact and film. of course, you and haechan were partners. the two of you got to work at his place.

“ynnnnnn” a high-pitched whine shook you awake. “yn you can sleep later. we have to choose a scene.”

you lifted your head off of the cold kitchen table.

“hyuck you watch tons of dramas…let’s just do your favorite movie or something…”

suddenly, a light when off in haechan’s eyes. “perfect.”

he flashed a devious smile and you didn’t dare to ask what he was thinking.

he pulled his laptop from his bag and pulled up a video. “let’s do this one.”

on his laptop was a clip, where the male lead was leaning against the wall with his his arm up above the female lead’s head.

you weren’t surprised at what haechan had suggested; he’s always been a flirt.

you playfully nudged his shoulder. “donghyuck be for real.”

“pleaaaaaaasssseeeeeee can we please do this one?” he stomped his feet underneath the table. “it’ll be funny. plus, the professor said whoever chooses romance films gets extra credit.”

and for some reason… you believed him.

“seriously?”

“mhmm” he smiled.

“i hate you.” you grabbed the camera from the table and set it up on the tripod. “im only doing this for the sake of my grade.”

“this is a good spot over here.” haechan led you over to a wall in his living room.

you watched the video a few times to take notes of how the scene played out. “so you’re supposed to pin me to the wall, and then you say “look at me”, umm then i look at you.” you paused the video, and pressed record on the camera. “okay. take 1.”

haechan approached you confidently, a little too comfortable. he reached his hand up to the side of your face, and leaned forward, inching closer towards you. “look at me.” he said. you couldn’t look at him. not when you could feel your face burning red. you stepped away from haechan’s gaze for a moment. “i forgot my line.” you said, still looking away. “you’re not even supposed to say anything yet.” haechan giggled. “is your heart fluttering already?” he teased you. “let’s just try again.” he pulled your shoulder to turn you around. “oh my gosh.” he covered his mouth to hold his laugh. “yn your face is so red!” he clapped his hands together. “i was just joking about your heart fluttering-”

you pushed him away. “im just a really good actor.”

“wowwww actor yn. can i get your autograph??” he gasped.

you just ignored him. “take 2” you adjusted the camera.

haechan approached you again. “look at me.” he said. this time, you did look at him. he smiled. you were waiting for him to continue with the scene, but he just stared at you. you noticed him getting closer, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as his face came to yours. you wanted to seem annoyed but you didn’t bother trying; you were so distracted by him. you had never really looked at him so intently before. “haechan.” you whispered, stopping him, but not pushing him away. “you know, there’s no kiss in this scene.”

he had that suspicious smile pasted across his face, like a kid stealing candy. “i know.” he continued where he left off. soon enough, his lips and your lips were glued.

normally when haechan got even remotely close to your face, your reflexes would shove him, but oddly, you didn’t feel like that anymore.

you kissed him. you kissed your best friend and you didn’t mind at all.

“yn.” he broke away from the kiss. “what do you think about me?”

you came to a sudden realization that you did have feelings for your best friend, and you saw no point in lying to him. “i think i like-” you started.

“that’s what i thought.” haechan tilted your head up a little before kissing you again. he pulled your head in to his chest. “i’ve been waiting for this moment since 5th grade.” he hugged you tighter.

you were still a little shocked at what just happened, but you couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth of haechan’s embrace, and what a good feeling it was to be loved by him.

“wait,” you muttered. “is that thing still recording?” you inspected the camera. haechan laughed. “well i guess now i’ve got a new favorite movie.”

you ended up submitting that very video, and to your surprise, you did get extra credit.

the end.

Heyyy can I request being in a relationship with haechan and reader asking Haechan for money or his card

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no warnings !

pairings idol!haechan x gn!reader

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─ ੈ♡˳ 3:30 pm

“haechan i’m boreeeedddd.” you collapsed onto the boy glued to the couch. “we’ve been sitting around all day.”

haechan stretched his arms out and let out an airy yawn. “do you wanna go to the mall?”

your eyes lit up.

he didn’t even need a response. “okay let’s go.”

you walked side by side into the mall. a few phone cameras flashed and heads were double-taking. but as far as they know, you’re his ‘cousin’.

haechan shook your shoulder. “hey, since our anniversary is soon, let’s split up and buy each other presents!”

“oh yeah, good idea.” you shook him back.

“kay, call me when you’re done.” right as haechan turned to walk away, you grabbed onto his sleeve.

he turned around. “yeah?”

you looked up at him with a slowly forming smile.

haechan knew exactly what you wanted. “ahh yn.” he reached into his pocket. he laughed, handing you a card. “so cute.” he shook his head.

“i forgot my wallet.” you said quietly. “but ill pay you back!”

you and him both knew that wouldn’t happen.

it sounded bad. the fact that you were going to buy haechan’s gift with his own money. but he thought it was the cutest thing.

“here, take it, you gold digger.” he teased you.

“thankk youu. id give you a big hug and a kiss right now if i could.” you whispered.

“why can’t you?”

“because your fans are watc-“

suddenly, both his hands were grabbing your face, kissing your cheek, and making the loudest “MWAH”.

you squirmed out of his grasp. “haechan, we can’t, they’re literally right there.”

he tapped his cheek with his finger. “you said you’d pay me back.” he tapped it again.

“with money, haechan.”

“sorry but this is the only form of payment I’ll accept.” he reached for the card in your hand, but before he could grab it, you left a quick kiss to his cheek, and ran off.

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thank you thank youuuuu for requesting! super cute idea.

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[11:49 pm]

watching boyfriend!donghyuk change into his pajamas and marveling at his soft tummy as you lie on the bed, hugging a body pillow